Chapter 4

I got Mami to show me the details of the website. I found the system was configured to save surveillance history if there was space to store it. It went back two months. It must have terabytes of space. Mami was shocked to find she could have watched Glennvision anytime she wanted. She scheduled her evenings hoping to catch Glenn having a session. It didn’t take me long to figure out the mornings when she was a huge pain in my ass coincided with the times there was no episode of Glennvision. I wondered why she was such a mean whenever she had an evening catering job. I showed Mami how to watch the history and she left for bed. I got comfortable in bed and began my research.

“Hi, Glo! Did you break another paddle? It is too early for your regular visit.”

“No, Rubia. I need to get ready for a special date. You know that dream cherry I always talk about?”

“Is it finally ripe?”

“Plump, juicy and ready to pick. I need supplies for a lite experience. My juicyfruit is not into pain or rough stuff. I have nothing but hardcore attitude adjusters and that is not him. I want to keep this one and to do that, I cannot damage him.”

“Ok, I got ya. What do you need?”

“I have a list and some ideas I want to run by you.”

I reviewed the surveillance history – it took four days because of all the breaks I needed to relieve my “stress” – and I mapped out a plan to satisfy all of Glenn’s fantasies. He favored female dominant positions with a little bondage in the mix. He flirted with pain but did not behave like it was a turn on. If I had to guess, I think he just experimented to see if he liked it and it seems like he didn’t. The only things that could be classified as pain-related themes I saw repeated in his videos were edging, smothering and the lightest of penis and ball torture, more penis than ball. I ran my ideas past La Rubia, and her opinions helped shape my plan. Simple but I felt it was a sure bet to be effective. Three more days until Sunday and our next session.

I dressed in my gi including signature white belt. I started wearing a white belt even when I advanced to discourage bullies and chauvinists that wanted to put the little girl in her place. Too many sparring matches turned into real fights and ended with Tio Jose showing them video of how they started the altercation with me to quell of their threats to sue after taking a beating. Newbies are not a challenge. Everyone in the school that knows who I am also knows the history, so it is no longer necessary – no one is foolish enough to challenge me like I am some frail little girl. You would think there is a warning sign in the men’s dressing area. Even so, I still like to wear it because it keeps me humble and reminds me how hard I had to work to learn what I know. I bow in and join the other white belts at the front of the class. We do techniques and kata for most of the class. That stuff is all muscle memory for me, so I spent most of my time pretending Glenn was my opponent and daydreaming about tomorrow. One more day.

The young folks in the class convince Manny and Josue, his brother to spar for the last ten minutes. I spend most of my time working the white and yellow belts – encouraging them and helping them with their techniques. I give everyone a chance to spar with me and I let them connect at least once to help their confidence. All is well with the world until Tomas taps me on the shoulder and asks me to spar. Tomas was red belt when he left for the Marines. According to Josue, he convinced Tio [Uncle] Jose to let him test for brown after a week back in class. He passed and has been pushing to test for black right away. Tio Jose told him he only let him test for brown because he had been away so long. He tested him as he would any incoming student to place them. Told him he didn’t see black level proficiency, but he did show enough skills to get his brown. Now he had to do his time and earn his black the right way. Tomas has been resentful ever since.

Tio Jose is stingy with his promotions. He doesn’t care about the money and if a parent pushes him to promote their child, he recommends they go to one of the many martial arts chains that give out black belts like candy. Otherwise, their child will get their black belt when he feels they earned it.

Tio Jose didn’t allow his own sons to wear brown belts until they were well into their teens and I got mine the year before I went to college He would let us wear black in competition so we wouldn’t get a reputation for faking it to compete against lower skilled students. He told us you may be black to others but in my school, you are brown! We were into our twenties when he relented and let us wear black in the school.

Tomas knew me and my history, but I guess he was resentful I was show more respect wearing white than he got wearing brown. I sighed and moved away from the lower belts and squared off with Tomas. He sniffed and went into his stance.

“I heard you retired from the Air Force. It got too tough sitting behind a desk?”

Oh, boy, here we go again. He came in hard and fast like every other Marine I fought. They always go for the quick finish. I did a lot of ducking and dodging like I was under pressure to make him feel good. I resisted going full speed in case he was holding back. I made sure to throw defensive jabs and front kicks to keep him honest. I planned to keep him at a distance and let him think he wore me down and walk away with his victory. Manny would yell “Yoosh, line up!” soon and I could go back to dreaming about tomorrow.

“Yeah, my back started creaking every time I bent over to pick something up.” I threw some half speed snaps and a roundhouse that he blocked easily. We circled some more.

“That’s too bad. I hoped to see some of what made you so famous they put up a warning not to challenge you in the dressing room.”

I knew it! Even the assholes with the biggest chips on their shoulders never bothered me when I showed up to train. Always respect and or they just kept their distance. “I am just a lowly white belt trying to hold her own.” Don’t challenge. Even if he doesn’t deserve it show him some respect and let it be over.

Another advance and this time the snap punch aimed for my chest. I twisted right to let it pass by me. Tomas added circular momentum to the missed punch to give energy to a reverse kick that hit my kidney and he did not pull it like you are supposed to do when sparring. I went down. “Es verdad, Chiquitica. [Its true, little girl] You are getting old ... and slow.”

As I got up, I saw the whole class was standing still and Manny and Josue were on either side of Tomas looking at me for a signal on how I wanted to handle the disrespect. I smiled and gave a slight shake of my head to my cousins to let them know I would handle the situation. They told the rest of the class to kneel and pay close attention to what happens if you disrespect a higher rank. Tomas snorted and the newer students that didn’t know me looked confused since I was wearing white.

“Nice kick but you should be more respectful to an old lady. You don’t want me to break a hip.” I straightened my gi and squared off with him again while he did a danced on his toes.

He came in with that same shit again. This time, instead of dodging, I met him with a forearm to the ribs. On a guy his size, it didn’t do more than stop his motion, but it gave me plenty of time to reverse direction, take out his legs high at the thigh and ride down with him to the floor. Oops, did I accidentally break my fall with my elbow in his solar plexus?

I leaped to my feet, shot my sleeves in a stiff bow to my cousins and lined up with the white belts. While Josue helped Tomas learn how to breathe again, Manny dismissed the class and we got dressed. Josue had Tomas up to his knees but was still checking him out as filed out the door with the rest of the students.

My Juicyfruit Glenn would never fall for such basic counters but then he would also never underestimate me or show me such disrespect. Soon I will have my way with the only real man in my life!

“Glenn, we are going to hang out. Come with us? Please say yes; it has been a while.”

I was on the verge of saying no but I need to blow off some steam. And I am no rush to go home. Glo and Mrs. Fonsi have been acting weird all week. Glo won’t look me in the eye and when she thinks I can’t see her; she is staring at me like I am an alien or science project. And she’s been so polite and formal. No banter, just “How are you doing.” And “Anything interested going on?” Mrs. Fonsi was been the opposite. It is like she just got released from prison and is on MILF overdrive. Tight tops, and form fitting skirts. Clingy sundresses. This morning she wasn’t wearing a bra and her high beams were making me go blind. I think she was trying to put her nipple in my mouth when she did her “Come Glenncito” [Eat, Glenn-nie] routine when I didn’t finish the ton of food she put on my plate. I ran home quick to have time to jerk off before I went to work.

The team liked to meet at the local TGI Fridays for happy hour at the end of the week. We got a table and ordered a bunch of beers and appetizers. I try not to drink with the troops too often, so they do not lose respect, but I like them all and the occasional night out with the boss is good for me and good for morale.