Chapter 33

Rob slowly rose to awareness, a very warm, wet, pleasant feeling translating out of his dream into Elaina suckling his nearly-hard cock in her mouth. She sensed when he fully roused and applied herself with a will. Since he had no idea how long she'd been playing, he believed his sap was rising way too fast. He tried to tell her he was close with a series of chocked gasps, but she waved him off and took him to completion, easily containing his spend and leaving him as clean as if he'd just showered.

She slipped up his body, hugged him close and planted a scorching kiss on his mouth. He tasted a bitterness and assumed he was tasting himself. He ignored the tang, figuring that if she could take it, he could put up it.

"Okay, lover," she cooed, "Now it's my turn."

She moved further up his body, trailing her oils across his belly and up onto his chest, presenting herself in full bloom to his mouth. He reached up and grabbed her ass, tugged her against his face and feasted with his lips and tongue on her delicate flesh. He discovered the tip of his nose was grazing her distended clitoris, so he tortured it with his nose as he licked. The combination was enough to bring her to orgasm, and a thin stream of her spend trickled down his chin.

She pulled away from him, reaching behind herself to find he had recovered from his earlier release. Grinning lustily, she eased back and positioned him at her entrance, pressing down and driving him in to seat firmly at her cervix. Rob, meanwhile, had been licking his lips and as much of his chin as he could reach. She leaned down to help him finish the task.

With Elaina simply rocking her hips, they were able to go on for quite some time. He managed to last long enough that they both were satisfied.

Rob looked at the clock and quashed the alarm just as it started squawking. With a reluctant sigh, he urged Elaina off his chest and rose to start his work day. She lay on the bed, stretching and twisting like a kitten on catnip, grinning at him the whole time. He sighed again, smiled at her antics, then trudged off to take his shower.

Making his way to the kitchen after getting dressed, he spotted a pile of leather clothing on the couch. Some he had already seen on Elaina, but some he hadn't.

He turned, intending to call for her, and found her standing right behind him. He startled and closed his eyes; she giggled at him. Regaining his composure, he pointed to the couch.

"What's with all the leather, sweetheart?"

"Just some more of my stuff I thought it might be better to have here," she answered coyly, giving him her best impression of a sweet innocent girl. The fact that she was naked – and still somewhat aroused – took something away from the image. Her fangs didn't help.

He shrugged and pulled a face. "Okay, but I can't imagine where you're going to fit it all."

"Don't worry, sweeting. There's plenty of room," she said, giving up on the little girl look. "Most of it'll fit in the back of the closet. You don't have much of anything back there."

That was the one feature of the apartment that had always amazed Rob: it had a walk-in closet in the middle of everything without taking away from the amount of room left to live in.

"All right, then," Rob said. He looked at his watch then shook his sleeve down. "I have to get a move on. Have fun."

He bent to give her a kiss, added a quick pat on the ass, and then he grabbed his stuff and left.

Dawn stopped in at lunchtime but only for a pick-up order. There was a different young woman tagging along this time. She came over for a quick kiss but didn't stay for lunch. That and the morning romp were the high points of the day; aside from that, it was a dull day.

Rob had to take a cab straight from work to make his six o'clock appointment at the dojo downtown. He nearly didn't make it, what with rush-hour traffic and all.

"Welcome to Archer's Dojo," Rob heard when he walked in. "What can I do for you?" Rob recognized the physically fit older gentleman from the photo on his website.

"I'm Robert Zane and I have an appointment," he answered crisply. "Can I assume you're Mr. McAlton?"

The man offered a hand and Rob shook it, noting his grip was firm but not overpowering.

"That I am, but you can call me Archer for now. Mind if I call you Robby?" he asked.

"Rob, please. I outgrew Robby a while ago." He reflected it wasn't really all that long ago. His mind boggled at the changes since Halloween.

"Rob it is," Archer said, breaking into his woolgathering. "Why don't I show you the dojo and then ask you some questions, and we'll see if what I have to offer will work for you."

They walked down a long plain hallway and entered a large well-lit room, the wooden floor covered with dark mats. Rob saw several heavy punching bags suspended from wooden cross beams scattered around the edges of the room, and two speed bags positioned in opposing corners.

A pair of students wearing dark green outfits were in the middle of the room attacking each other, moving so fast that Rob couldn't see most of the punches he heard landing. Suddenly, one of them was on the ground with the other kneeling nearby, his fist pressed to his opponent's throat. It didn't look anything at all like what he'd seen in the movie. This was much more violent. And very, very quick.

"So," Archer said as they made their way to his office. "What do you think?"

"I can't say I like it, but it seems to be what I'm looking for." When Archer cocked his head at him, Rob explained. "I don't want to be a fighter, but I don't want to be a victim either. I need to end any threat to me as quickly as humanly possible."

"We don't do tournaments here," Archer warned, "So if that's what you're looking for..."

"No. I don't want recognition or anything like that," Rob answered firmly. "I just want to be able to fight when I must."

"Then I have exactly what you need," he said with certainty.

"The two men you saw out there?" Archer went on thoughtfully. "They weren't sparring. That was a full-on, full-contact fight. The guy who went down is going to incredibly sore tomorrow. Actually, the winner is going to be sore, too. Think you can handle that?"

"I don't know, to be honest," Rob replied. "I guess we'll find out. How long before I reach that level?"

"Those two were advanced students. They've been studying for over a year now, and they're nowhere near expert yet, but they could win nearly any fight they got into without breaking a sweat. At this point, it would take an expert to beat either of them."

Archer had Rob stand up, and he walked around tapping his abs, lightly knife-handing his shoulders and generally surveying his physique.

"The hardest part for a new student is usually getting into shape, but I think you've got that pretty much covered. We'll start you off with forms and endurance workouts and go from there."

They spent the next half-hour discussing payment and class schedules. They agreed that Rob would pay at the end of each month, coming in on Wednesday nights, with a minimum of three months of lessons. Archer handed him a short list of equipment he would need to buy, stating he should be able to find it at any sporting goods store.

"You'll notice there are no pads or helmets," Archer said. "I provide those as needed. I'd rather my students didn't try to get their own, because too many times I've had students get hurt using substandard equipment."

As Archer was walking Rob out, an eager young man stood to attention, looking like he might salute. "Sir!"

Archer looked at Rob and said, "And that's what you'll call me from now on."

Elaina was waiting for him when he got home from the dojo. She stood by impatiently while he unburdened himself before throwing her arms around him in a hug.

"So, how did it go?" she asked excitedly.

Rob sighed, smiling for her excitement. "It was every bit as violent as I thought it would be, but I think we made the right choice. He has the equipment and the knowledge, and he's offering what I need."

He pulled out the list Archer gave him and scanned it while he gathered up his laptop, and then went to the kitchen to set up. Elaina moved a chair and looked over the list with him. Browsing the internet, they found a local store that had everything he needed, so he planned a shopping trip for the next evening.

"What's this?" Elaina asked, pointing out "athletic supporter and cup."

Rob blushed and stammered out that it was protective gear worn by men to protect their family jewels. She looked confused, so he pulled up an image of a mannequin equipped with one, telling her that the front was a hard plastic cup. Comprehension dawned on her face.

"You make damn sure you buy the best they have to offer," she said seriously. "We don't want anything happening to your 'jewels, ' now do we?"

Rob agreed wholeheartedly.

He packed away his laptop and asked if she had anything planned for dinner. When she said she didn't, he began poking around to see what he could find. She pushed him out of the way with a snort.

"You'd end up eating Ramen noodles if I didn't feed you," she said acerbically.

"Hey! I did okay before you," he said, acting hurt. He pretended to think it over for a moment, then said, "Not as good as when you started feeding me, but I did okay."

She threw together a Caesar's salad, making her own dressing. She popped open a can of instant breadsticks and had them ready by the time the salad was settled. He ate like he was starved, complimenting her every other bite. She watched in fascination as he finished the whole thing as well as every breadstick. He released a mighty belch when he was done, causing her giggle.