“Nothing like nineteen-year-old pussy to start your day off, right Luke?”

Nick was a local guy and one of my long-time sparring partners. A lot of fighters came to my gym to try to make a name for themselves but Nick didn’t care about trying to get famous off of another man’s accomplishments. He just wanted to train and pick up the occasional fight groupie. I could trust him.

Besides, he was right. Since the last pay-per-view my notoriety had gone through the roof and it wasn’t just the local girls hanging around trying to score a big name fighter anymore. They were coming from all over. The lure of a professional fighter was strong. Especially one as famous as me.

These girls were following the hype. They knew that the sport was growing. There were more eyeballs on us with each passing month. And more eyes watching meant more money. Main event fighters bring in endorsement deals from the biggest companies on earth. We fight for huge purses. We do the talk show circuit. We dominate at the pinnacle of athletic competition in front of millions.

“How about that one?” asked Nick.

He nodded toward a petite little thing at the far corner of the room. She was bent at the waist, reaching to touch her toes. She let her ass sway back and forth when she saw that we were watching.

A lot of these girls showed up under the guise of working out. They would come in sporting shorts that barely covered the globes of their asses, or wearing yoga pants that may as well have been painted on. Sometimes they’d hop on the treadmill and jog for a few minutes, but most of the time they would claim a section of mats and spend their morning stretching. The stretching would always intensify if one of my fighters happened to be passing by.

The guys called them “jobbers.” It was a fight term that referred to an easy-to-beat opponent. If you were fighting a jobber you were typically going to come away with a win.

These girls were definitely jobbers. More than once, I had to pull fighters and their girls out of my locker room and yell at them to find another place. It’s not that I cared if they wanted to fuck these girls, but they could do it on their own property.

I spotted another bubbly, bouncier girl hanging around the front desk. “What about that one, Nicky? She looks more like your style.” I nudged him forward. “She’d do anything you ask.”

“Shit, it seems like anymore, any of the girls will do what I like. There’s more of ‘em so they know they gotta work harder to stand out.”

“You’re a true gentleman, Nick,” I said. “At least I can count on someone around here to make me laugh.”

“What about you, man? Are you gonna take that fight with Simmons?” he asked. “They’re saying if you do it’s gonna break all the records.” He wiped a bead of sweat from his eyes. “And it’s for the belt, that’s about the only thing you’re missing.”

I took a long pull from my water bottle and pondered it. The reporters had been asking me the same question for weeks. I had beaten everyone else in the division, so it was about time I take the fight to the top. The only thing holding it up was the dirt bag promoter. He was promising Simmons a higher take on the gate since he was the champ and I still didn’t know how I felt about being billed as the undercard.

The truth is, I was the real draw, not some piece of shit defensive grappler who knows how to win decisions. People came to see me because I knew how to win fights, not judges. I took my licks standing up, and I dished out the kind of blood the crowds love. When my opponents went down, nobody had to check a damn scorecard to see who won. I was the man left standing.

Nobody cared about Simmons. He had no charisma and even less desire for the spectacle. We’re modern day gladiators and I knew the crowd just wanted to be entertained. I was the one selling this fight to the public, so I should be the one pulling the lion’s share of the take.

“I haven’t decided yet,” I said, “but you’ll be the first to know when I do. I can’t in good conscience keep my main man out of the loop, now can I?”

I gave him the winning smile that even seemed to put other guys at ease. They all know I’m the top dog here and when I’m happy they know they can relax.

“Right on, dude,” he said. “Well, I don’t know if it’s possible for a man to drown in pussy, but if you take that fight and win it, I suppose you’ll be the first to find out.”

I played along and gave him an easy shove toward the main room. “Now get to work on that bag, you’re starting to look a little soft around the middle.”

I couldn’t really focus on the gym though. For some reason that girl from last night was stuck in my head. When she sent me home, I’m not gonna lie, I was surprised. I had already scoped out the spot on the couch where I intended to put her on her back.

Just the thought of having those long and sexy legs wrapped around me made my dick hard. I know she wanted it as bad as I did. That’s why it was such a mind-fuck when she said goodnight.

Maybe it was too much too fast. She seemed like a good girl and everything that happened last night was probably overwhelming. Damn, she looked nice though. Even in those torn up clothes. She wasn’t dressed to impress and it didn’t matter. That body would take over if she was wearing an old potato sack.

“Hi Luke, how are you today?” It was one of the nameless jobbers snapping me out of my daydream. I wanted to tell her to fuck off for interrupting me, but I couldn’t do that. I had an image to protect and it wouldn’t do any good to be a straight up asshole.

“Doing fine, honey,” I said. “Just about to go get my session in, what about you?”

“Mmm, that doesn’t sound like fun. I bet I could think of a better way for you to work out today.” She leaned forward and showed me her pouty lips. “This place can be so repetitive sometimes, I bet even you wouldn’t mind switching things up for just one day.”

Her shirt was cut low and she hadn’t even bothered to wear anything underneath. Her nipples stood at attention. When she ran her hand against her bare belly she let out a little giggle.

Any other man in this gym would be be all over this girl, but with my mind on Bria I wanted nothing to do with her…

“That’s not me, sweetie,” I said. “I have to train my ass off to win my next fight. I can’t lose my focus.”

I dismissed her with a polite wave and turned to find a sparring partner.

Instead of taking the hint she decided to push her luck. She sidled up to me and whispered in my ear, “It doesn’t have to take long... Let’s go to your office.”

I couldn’t hold my tongue any longer. I had to speak through clenched teeth to keep the volume down. “If you think I’m going to fuck you, you’re badly mistaken.”

Her eyes widened.

“I’m not in the mood today… Now leave me the fuck alone so I can train.”

She stepped back, a mixture of disbelief and rage painted her face.

I’m not sure why I unloaded on her like that, but it felt good. Fuck her anyway for thinking she’s going get at any piece of my hard earned pie just because she has a tight little body and knows how to use it.

“Fuck you, asshole!” she screamed, before turning on her heel and marching out the front door.

I looked over my shoulder just in time to catch a chorus of high pitched “oooohhhs” from the other fighters.

“Somebody’s an asshole,” one joked.

Another one yelled, “Now Luke, you’re the one who tells us to leave our personal problems at the door.”

They all exploded in laughter when I gave them my ‘cat-that-ate-the-canary’ grin.

“Sorry boys,” I said. “It’s all business now.”

After a few more hoots and hollers the room calmed and I was able to settle into my routine.