Sarah's Road Trip - a dangerous bet epilogue
[The Beginning ](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/12tgf7c/a_very_painful_bet_mma/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)
A body crumples to the floor in a heap. What had been a few seconds earlier; a middle aged businessman with a ballbusting fetish and an overinflated sense of his pain tolerance, was now an unconscious and neutered lump of quivering flesh. An amazon in a white bikini top with purple polka dots and cut-off jean shorts towered over him. Sarah sighed, realizing that once again, she’d been misled by a client about how much punishment they could handle.
Sarah is a very intimidating woman. A shade under six feet tall, over two hundred pounds and made out of muscle and violence. Besides bodybuilding and martial arts competitions, her primary income is offering private wrestling/fighting sessions to individuals who can afford her unique skill set. She’s currently nearing the end of a six week, thirteen city trip. It had been quite lucrative so far, but on the second stop, she’d met a unique person in Luke. Who’d both allowed her to fully unload on him with power, and had enough endurance to take it. Unfortunately, since then, her judgment was off and she’d been using more force than was necessary on her less resilient clients.
She had a bit of a crush on Luke. They’d been in touch via texts along her travels, and she knew he was recovering from their meeting. Recouping was slower going than Sarah had hoped for Luke, but given what she’d done to him, she was impressed he was out of bed. He really was charming, and she hoped they would be able to reconnect once she was back home.
Sarah leaned down and picked up her current victim, placing him on a couch in the hotel room with his feet up on the armrest. She took a quick, clinical look under the waistband of his shorts. Total warzone down there, lots of swelling, big blotchy bruises and some blood. She’d almost certainly castrated the poor dude. She didn’t think he’d be waking up for a bit, so she sat cross-legged on the floor and thought about what was going wrong.
Since Luke, she’d had several clients that had requested her to go all out. As per usual, she’d gotten liability waivers signed and warned them what could happen. For the most part, these had been typical beatdown sessions; either body blows or grappling, which hadn’t been an issue. She’d done enough damage to make them hurt badly, but no ER trips. The problem kept coming back to ballbusting.
In New York, she’d had this relatively small guy with a ton of experience. He’d run a fetish video channel, and had recommendations from a couple of the other ladies on the circuit. She’d given him some half strength kicks, and he’d held up fine. Then he’d demanded a straight minute of knee strikes; wanting to tape it for his show. He’d been insistent that she couldn’t relent until the time was up; even setting up a countdown display. So Sarah gave him what he asked for, driving in knees full force. Replaying it in her head, she was pretty certain he’d ruptured within the first few blows and she’d cracked his pelvis by the half minute mark. He’d passed out somewhere between those two events, and she’d kept him upright with an elbow to the throat. By the time she reached a minute, he was just pulverized meat and bone below the waist. She’d held back for all of the latter half, just keeping up the motions to make it look good for the camera. When she’d released him, he slumped to the ground and didn’t wake up again. She was pretty sure he was still in the hospital from his later texts, although the video was selling well. Small mercies.
A couple of stops later it was a similar situation. In this case, a skinny client wanted to be lifted off the ground by his nuts, and ideally twirled around before being tossed across the room. She got him up ok, though he’d been in so much pain she thought he’d pass out on the spot. He had really big testicles. Once she started to spin him though, it hadn’t gone well. She didn’t rip his balls off, which she’d been careful of, but instead she’d had to squeeze hard to keep her grip once he was in motion. Everything collapsed under the compressive force of her hands. The two plums burst under the pressure, and he’d started screaming in a high pitched tone. He’d at least been able to walk out of the session under his own power, but she doubted he’d ever be the same.
Then, there was the bastard from the last stop. Seems like every trip, there is always that one stupid fucker who thinks that we prostitute ourselves out. This one was a big guy, maybe 6’6”, well over three hundred, and mostly flab. He was unshaven, smelled like week old cheese and kept asking how much for a blow job. When he tried to shove her head down towards his crotch; Sarah had taken that arm, twisted it into a wrist lock, and proceeded to break each finger individually. Then with a circle step, brought him face down to the mat, trapped the elbow and shoulder. Incredibly, this internet troll come to life, was still swearing and telling her to suck him off. So she leaned in hard and wrenched the trapped limb, dislocating the shoulder and elbow. This got him to shut up, and curse silently at the ground.
Sarah had assumed that would be the end of it, and told him to get out of her sight. He rose, but instead of heading to the door, charged her. The big bastard shoved her hard into a wall and pressed his gut into her back. He was swearing up a storm, and talking about how he was going to pay her back by taking her from behind. The language was more colorful, but she’d consciously blurred that out in her memory. It did make up her mind however; this animal was strong enough to overpower most women and just take what he wants. Time to make sure he couldn’t do that any more.
She lashed out with a stomping kick to his knee, shattering the cartilage and getting some breathing room. As he went down to the other leg, she got hold of his good arm, and stepped over it, trapping his shoulder in her crotch. She quickly bent the limb backwards, tearing his elbow joint, then slid up to get her thumbs digging into his palms and wrenching his wrist inside out, breaking lots of delicate little bones. Judging that his upper body was useless, and one leg was disabled, she threw him onto his back. Unlike with other clients, she didn’t really want to take any more time than was absolutely necessary being close to this piece of shit, but she was going to be damn sure he wasn’t raping anyone else. She still had the steel toed boots she’d used on Luke with her, so she yanked those on,
Sarah stomped over to his prone form and lept onto his gut. This caused a big exhale, but probably didn’t cause much damage. She stepped between his legs and kicked them out wide. She drove the toe of her boot directly into his groin. This finally got a reaction. “Noo, please..” he’d wailed. Sarah didn’t say anything, just used the statement as confirmation that she’d found the right spot and kicked him again, harder. This provoked more wailing, so she kept up the abuse. After a few brutal kicks, she could see red spots forming on his shorts, and the fat bastard was unconscious. She held her breath and reached down to pull the clothing out of the way so she could see her targets. Once all three were exposed, she grabbed a leg and pushed it back and out of the way, then began methodically stomping. She focused on his small cock to start, pounding it flat, then grinding her heel until it was unrecognizable. On one of the final twists, he snapped awake, screaming in horror. She waited until he fully regained consciousness, then started doing the same to his balls. Sarah kept on hammering them until he passed out again. Then she dropped his leg, planted a boot on his hip, pinned him to the floor, got a crushing grip on the deformed lumps between his legs, and simply flexed. With almost casual ease, she tore off his manhood, all of it. She stared at the ruined mass of flesh, then straddled the fat piece of crap. She slapped him back to consciousness, and when he went to scream, she jammed the cock into his mouth, choking him on it. She made him watch as she lifted his shattered nuts over her mouth and squeezed it out like a yogurt pouch. His eyes bulged as she tasted the sweet…
“No.” Present day Sarah shook her head. That wasn’t how that had played out in reality. She’d caved in his balls and mangled his cock badly enough that he’d be peeing into a bag for a good long time, but that was it. She’d threatened to call the cops on him, and the fat bastard had limped away, completely cowed.
Her fantasies were starting to get the better of her, and more intense. Ever since she’d tasted that little bit of Luke, she’d been daydreaming about doing that again to someone. It was such a unique experience, she couldn’t let it go. She gave her muscular frame a shrug and got back on her feet to check on her client. Poor guy was still out. Sarah took the ice bucket and went down the hall to fill it up. Returning, she took a generous amount of ice in a face towel, and placed it between his legs.
She really needed to be able to unload hard on someone. Although the days were long, sometimes having five or more sessions at a go, none were really challenging her physically. Sarah had found herself hitting the hotel gyms for an hour or two each day just to get the adrenaline kicking in.
A text from Luke pinged in. “One month anniversary, and I’m somewhat back to normal. Took a shower this morning, and it only hurt a little bit. Hope it doesn’t fade entirely, I need the reminder of you.”
“The bruises are fading already? Shit man, I’ll have to hit you harder next time!” Sarah shot back with a boot and bicep emoji. They would banter a bit each day, it was nice to have the company, but she was also convinced that she’d turned him into a bit of a lapdog. Still, he can really take a beating and he tastes so …
Her client started to stir, distracting Sarah from daydreaming. She helped him to a sitting position and tried to be a mix of suitably compassionate, ego building and a bit dominant. He seemed more embarrassed than angry about the situation, and within a few minutes, he hobbled his way out the door, cradling the ice pack as he walked to the elevator bay.
“Another satisfied customer?” Sarah asked herself. “Probably not a repeat client. This is getting expensive.” She picked up her phone, Luke had replied with a double scared face emoji. She texted “Dang it, I broke another set of balls.” She set about cleaning the mats with disinfectant and tidying up the room, she had one more client tonight. He also wanted a hard busting session. Sigh, how could she make it last longer?
Luke had pinged her back. “Again??? Are they requesting that or are you too damn strong for your own good?”
“Umm, I think I’m too strong.” She replied.
“Ouch. Ok, well what about protection?”
“I don’t need protection, thank you very much.” Sarah sent back.
“No dummy, for the guys. What about one of those padded groin protectors they use in self defense classes?” He texted.
Sarah thought about that for a moment, then thought about it some more. It would depend on the specific needs of the client, but for the ones that just want her at 100% beast mode… it had possibilities. She texted back “Would you wear one if we met in Chicago? It might make it more of a challenge for me.”
“Definitely, I’ve learned who’s stronger, and it’s your boots. 🙂 I’d really enjoy spending more time with you awake instead of passed out on the floor.”
Luke was as big of a pain slut as anyone Sarah had ever met, if he was willing to use padding, she could probably save clients some long term damage, and make the sessions a bit more physical. It could really work. She had a couple of hours before the next client, so she grabbed her coat. There was a sporting goods store only a couple of blocks away…
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Her next client came at the appointed time. He was average height and build, so Sarah was a few inches taller and about two stone heavier. She scooped him up in a bear hug. He’d requested a leather appearance. Sarah had on a pair of tight fitting pants that were laced up the sides, a black bra top and high heeled boots that put his eyes at chest level to her. He was practically drooling, looking her up and down. Then he got to the boots, and then back up to the massive thighs that were bursting out the side seams of the pants. He gulped audibly.
Sarah gave him a few moments to let the panic set in. She took him over to a small table and chairs, sat him down on one, then pulled around opposite him. She held out a very powerful arm in an open clasp gesture. “Test of strength?” she purred. He nodded dumbly, taking up the challenge and grasping palms. Sarah began slowly applying pressure, allowing him some semblance of resistance, then she clamped down tight, crushing his hand in hers. She moved with glacial pace to bring his arm down to the table, but kept on squeezing, making him sweat. He tried to remove his hand from the contest, but couldn’t get free. He started tapping her arm with his free hand before she was even halfway down. She smiled at him. “Too much for you?” He nodded frantically, it looked like he was ready to gnaw his hand off to get loose. “Remember that.” she said, and slammed his arm to the table, keeping it pinned there for several seconds before releasing him.
The client shook his hand out, flexing it. He was about to speak, but Sarah reached out, putting a finger to his lips. “I saw you noticing my legs earlier, and my boots.” She clacked the heel on the floor for emphasis. “I know what you are thinking; two thoughts, pounding away.” She stood and leaned over the table, resting her elbows on it. “One says, this is the most exciting moment of my life and I want to show her how manly I am.” Her bicep swelled in front of his face. “The other says, holy shit, this woman is going to kill me.” He nodded
“Good, that second thought is the correct one to hold.” She stood and slammed one enormous boot onto the table. It shook under the impact. She stretched forward, making her calves pop out wide. “Just as an example, the very last client I had, only a couple of hours ago, wanted a full force kick, barefoot.” She stroked the laces of her boots, ran her fingertips over the shiny pointed toe. Sarah whispered to him, getting very close “Do you want to know what happened to him?” His eyes widened and his breathing sped up, a miniscule nod of ascent, “I castrated him with one kick. He entered as a man, but limped out as a eunuch.” His lip quivered, then he gulped.
“Now, you wanted a full force session. We can change that to something more playful, I’m sure it will be incredibly painful for you, but safe.” He looked uncertain, but definitely less excited by the prospect. “Or you can roll the dice, sign the consent form, and hand me your balls on a silver platter.” She leaned heavier on the table, both it and the leather pants creaked from the strain of her incredible physique. “But damn boy, these boots are otherworldly. They were a very nice gift, you have lovely taste. These are man crackers. I think even if I cut loose at 50%, you're losing everything between your legs, full force and I’m going to be scraping nut paste off these for a week.” Panic set into his eyes, massive indecision as to what to do. He’d clearly been fantasizing about this moment for a long, long time, but now that it was a reality, it was too much.
Sarah let him ponder for a few moments, then whispered to him again.. “Or there might be a third way.” His eyes looked up, hopefully at her. “Stay a moment.” She sauntered off into the other room, all curves and leather, but the heels smacked the floor with the sound of bowling balls being tossed down lane. She came back carrying a set of oversized black shorts. She tossed it to him. He looked up questioningly. “This is basically the best groin armor on the market. They claim you could take a baseball bat to the nuts and not feel it.” He seemed dubious. “Look, if you wear this, I can go all out on you without holding back. I can’t guarantee I won’t crush your balls anyway, so you’ll still need to sign the waiver if I do this, but at the very least it will take me some time to break anything.” He was unsure, so she stood him up.
“OK, let's start with this. I’m going to hit your unprotected nuts with these lovely boots. I’m only going to go with very light force. You can make a better decision that way, fair?” He nodded, still too afraid to speak. Sarah stood him in the middle of the room and kicked his legs out wide. “Want me to hold your hands?” He reached out and she took them; then immediately blasted him in the crotch without any warning. He was driven up onto his toes by the force, testicles screaming in protest. He started sucking wind hard, face turning purple in agony. She kept a grip on him, not letting him cup his balls or drop to the ground. He folded his knees in, twisting in on himself. “Saaarrrahhh..” he groaned, his first word since entering.
“That wasn’t a competitive kick, maybe 20%. It’s how I would ‘play’ with you.” She pulled his hands up, bringing him in close. “That’s my softball, and it would be quite the experience for you, are you sure right now, really sure that you want more?”
He managed to get his feet under him, then pride set in and he stood, facing her. “I want it all.” Her face frowned as he said this, but he continued. “However, I don't think I’ll last long with that and we booked a couple of hours. I’m guessing it took a while to get those pants laced up and I’d hate to see all that effort wasted.” He nodded to the groin protector. “If I wear that and you go all out, will I even feel it?”
Sarah smiled at him. “You’ll survive it… probably.” She ran a knee under his crotch and lifted until he was on his toes again, just about all of his weight balanced on her one massive leg. “I hit a lot harder than a baseball bat. It’s your call, if after a while, the groin guard is absorbing too much punishment, you can take it off and I’ll blast those unprotected nuts. That will be a very short encounter, but I'm happy to do it.”
He thought about it, then signed the waiver on the table and grabbed the padded shorts, pulling them over his legs and settling them in place. He turned to face her. “Let’s see if I can feel anythi..”
She threw a full force kick directly into his balls, cutting him off. With the heels on, she had an enormous height advantage, and the blow took him off his feet and high up in the air. The padding deformed as the toe of her platform boots drove in. He crashed to the ground, dazed and looking pretty green around the cheeks. He sucked wind and pounded on the mat, trying to get the pain under control. “Feel anything?” Sarah asked sweetly. He groaned and nodded. “Oh good. Well come on tough guy, let’s get this show on the road.” She tapped a booted toe in front of his downturned face. He planted his hands and prepared to stand up. As he got about halfway to his feet, Sarah blasted him with another kick, this time from behind. It caught him totally off guard, and she hit him with enough force to flip him ass over tea kettle, landing on his back after doing a 180 degree turn in the air.
He slammed down and started sweating from the sheer pain of the impact. Sarah let out a “Whoooo! It works!” and slammed the heel of her boot down on his crotch, pinning him to the mat as she applied crushing force. The client squirmed under the assault, but she grabbed his ankles to keep him locked in place and really drove down with all of her body weight, trying to get to the vulnerable bits hidden by the guard. He went ballistic, pounding his fists on her booted foot. The pressure building on his testicles was worse than anything he’d ever experienced. Sarah exalted with the feeling; even through five inches of foam, she was putting this man through hell.
Sarah kept up a pretty frantic pacing for an hour or so, getting in her first truly great workout since she’d sessioned with Luke. She managed to keep her client in constant pain, occasional terror, and on the verge of unconsciousness, but didn’t quite drive him over the edge. It was wonderful to be able to cut loose and just not give a crap about the consequences. The poor guy was battered everywhere and his balls would be sore for days, but no permanent damage; yet.
She decided to give him a bit of rest, and play up the outfit more. She had a set of leather restraints and used them to bind his hands overhead, keeping him upright. Then she asked him. “More ball punishment, or should we vary things up for a bit?” He wanted a change of pace, so Sarah pulled the leather belt from her pants off, making a show of snapping it in his face. She began working over his back. She went light at first, but once she started landing heavier strappings, he couldn’t last long. To his credit, he didn’t beg her to stop, just passed out from the pain of the lashes.
She took him down to the floor, and once he came too, she used the belt as a choke chain on his neck. Dragging him around the floor, pulling him to a standing position, before sending him crashing back down again. Eventually, she got him into a kneeling position, and stepped over from behind, her massive thighs pressing onto either side of his head, ass resting on his shoulders. He couldn’t even pretend to resist, and she pulled the belt tight, slowly choking him unconscious. When he awoke, he was in the same position, trapped under her, but this time, she flexed her legs, crushing his skull. Sarah finally gave him mercy, and shifted to flexing her inner thighs on his neck, cutting off the carotid artery and knocking him out again.
When he awoke the next time, Sarah was standing about five feet away, past the end of his feet. He groggily shook his head to clear it and Sarah blurred into motion, launching a brutal punt kick into his groin, sending him skidding along the mats to careen into a wall. He coughed in pain, still not fully conscious yet. She closed the distance quickly, spreading his legs and launching herself into the air, dropping down knees first onto the groin protector. The impact shook the floor of the hotel room, and foam padding went spilling out in both directions.
The force of this was enough to send a spasm of nausea through him, and an earthquake of pain. There was some padding left to cushion the blow, but very little. Sarah, oblivious to the damage she’d done to the groin guard, propped herself up on one knee, and savagely twisted it to drive deep. Luckily for the client, she was a bit high with her aim and so only his cock was caught by it. Unluckily, the remaining inch of cushion was nowhere near enough to protect him from her 200+ lbs, and his penis was mangled by the force of it, sending him into spasms.
Sarah was delighted with these reactions, surprised he was so sensitive through the heavy duty protective gear. So she decided to really nail his nuts and see if she could knock him out. She stood up quickly, pulled back her boot and smashed a god almighty kick into his prone form. The client’s shoulders were already pressed against the wall, so when she connected, arguably with a harder kick than she’d even thrown at Luke, he had nowhere to go. The toe of her boot drove into the groin protector, blowing the remaining padding out of the burst seams and slammed into his testicles with the force of a jack hammer. The wall wouldn’t yield to the pressure, nor would Sarah’s legs, but something else did. The client’s balls were driven directly into his crotch, with one being jammed inside the body cavity and lodging there. The other one though… it got caught between the pelvic bone and the tip of Sarah’s lovely new boot. A boot being driven by a six foot tall amazon cutting loose with all of her power. That poor testicle didn’t have a chance and imploded from the impact, turning a healthy organ into slurry in an instant. He shrieked in horror, pure torment and disbelief etched onto his features. He vomited and passed out within a few moments from the sheer agony.
Sarah initially clapped and whooped at succeeding in making him pass out, but she was a bit surprised that a single shot had done it. The guy seemed pretty durable. She looked down at his crotch and realized with a shock that the groin guard was shredded and blown out; foam padding scattered all around. She squatted down to take a closer look, and laid eyes on a boot shaped hole where the ball protection was supposed to be. Given that the gear was useless at this point anyway, Sarah grabbed hold of the torn seams, and ripped it apart with a flex of raw power. “Fudge…”
She gingerly lifted his waistband, pulling them down so she could survey the damage. Below the pants, the client’s groin was a mess. His penis was lacerated and bruised, the scrotum was plastered to his crotch, totally deflated. She pulled it away from his body, and the testicle that had been driven internally popped back out. Much as had happened with Luke, there was a mass of liquids and semi-solid tissue soiling his lower abs. Sarah dipped a finger down into the solid stuff, bringing it to the tip of her tongue. Same taste as Luke, pulverized nut.
“Damn it.” she swore softly. She’d been trying hard not to cripple the poor guy. She grabbed a couple of towels and a bottle of water to clean him up as best she could. He didn’t seem to be bleeding anywhere, so she pulled his shorts back up to cover him, then folded the groin guard back into place.
She stood and poured some of the water onto his face, then stepped back and nudged his foot with her boot. The client started to come around. Sarah assumed her most dominant pose, arms crossed over each other to increase the size, one leg forward and flexed. She tilted her head at him in an annoyed expression. “One good kick and you’re out?” She tapped her toe on the floor. He had a glassy eyed look, mumbling incoherently.
The client slowly got his wits about him, then curled up into a fetal position, cupping his groin. As he rolled about sobbing quietly, the wreckage of the groin guard fell away. Sarah wanted to pick him up and hug him, but she knew that wasn’t what he’d paid for. He wanted an uncaring bitch to put him in his place. He’d gotten that in spades, but she needed to keep up the facade for his sake. She took two powerful stomping strides over to him, and placed a boot on his head, driving him into the floor.
“So, that’s it hun?” She applied a bit of pressure to get his attention. “You didn’t get it hard enough the safe way? You’re challenging me to crush you with all of my power?” Her voice was firm and authoritative.
“What? What did I do?” he begged from under her. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” he pleaded, clearly having no idea what she was talking about. Sarah leaned over and snatched the groin guard from the floor. She held one of the less damaged parts in front of his face.
“This!” she hissed at him. “You take off your protection. Why? You don’t think you need it? You’re taunting me; telling me I hit like a girl?!?” She thundered the last word at him and threw the tattered sports gear into the bedroom, out of site. She quickly dropped to her knees and straddled him, pinning his arms and torso under her legs and butt. She grabbed his throat in one hand, squeezing hard enough to hurt, but no more than that. “ It’s fucking insulting to say I wasn’t hitting hard enough. You certainly looked to be in pain when I was laying into you.”
His eyes were bugging out, wild with panic. He didn’t remember taking off the guard, he really had a blur in his memory from when she’d dropped that knee onto him. Everything hurt terribly, he was pretty sure something was broken. Why would he have done that?
Sarah continued, lifting him by his throat and driving his head into the mats. Then she slipped her other hand beside the first, closing off the choke and leaning into it with her upper body. She watched closely and saw the point where he began to black out, then released the pressure. He came too, momentarily disoriented, and was about to speak, but those powerful hands closed tight again, cutting off his air. She knocked him out again, but kept him in the position trapped under her. He snapped out of it in a panic. “Am I not strong enough for you?” She said and tightened up on him again. He frantically struggled, but she inexorably closed out his lights.
This time, she’d held it long enough to put him into deep slumber. When he came awake, he was completely at a loss for what had just happened. She was straddling his torso, but was leaning back now, arms crossed again. “So that’s it? I’ll just have to give you a full force kick to prove myself?” The client wasn’t really sure where he was at the moment, but he remembered wanting that at some point. He nodded absently, not altogether with it Sarah peered down at him. “Fine! One kick, but don’t complain to me about the consequences.” She stood, tucking his arms behind his head and flexing her legs to keep him distracted.
Sarah moved quickly to line up the kick, spreading his legs out a bit as she got into position. “Ok, hands behind your head, tight!” He did so, clasping his fingers. “I’m about to turn you into my little bitch. You’re going to apologize to me after this kick, got it?” The client nodded, still loopy. “This is what you get for daring me!” Sarah charged in and threw a kick that looked ferocious from his perspective, but in reality, she checked it to about a 10% hit. Given his already ruptured ball, she could probably have just spit on them, and he’d be rolling on the ground. As it was, this had about as much force as medium slap, but the pain was agonizing to the client. He folded up, gagging and dry heaving.
She walked up to him, putting the toe of her boot in front of his nose. “Did I prove my point, or do you want me to burst another ball?” Sobbing, the client begged her to stop, that she was too much. “True.” she purred. “Now apologize for making me crack your nuts.”
The client, curled in on himself, said “I’m so sorry for forcing you to do this. I shouldn’t have doubted you.”
Sarah was satisfied with the results of that. She’d made a mistake, but turned it into a happy little accident. It had required some quick thinking, but she’d gotten the client to believe that he’d asked her to break him. Also, hopefully, to be grateful that she’d done so. Now to clear him out before he could think about it too much.
“No. You shouldn’t have.” She spoke with a cold voice. “Maybe I should kick you again to drill the lesson home?” She tapped her finger on her cheek. “You signed the waiver after all, I can do what I want.” Sarah stalked closer to him. “One more would permanently castrate you..”
The client rolled away, moving closer to the door. “No! Please No!” He gathered up his loose clothing and personal items, shuffling away. “I’m done with the session. I’ve learned my lesson.” He fished out a couple of twenty dollar bills and threw them at her. “Great time, here’s a tip for being so scary.. er awesome! Awesome! Yeah.” He backed up against the hotel door, and fumbled with the latch. Sarah slammed her fist into the palm of her other hand. He jumped, jerked the latch open and bolted down the hallway.
Sarah gave him a few moments, then stuck her head out of the door frame. He was slamming the call elevator button and pulling on socks. “Hey!” She shouted. He nearly fell over. “Don’t forget to leave a positive review!” She then smiled and blew him a kiss as the elevator door pinged open.
She closed the door, leaning against it and blew out a long sigh. “Phewww… that was a close one.” Sarah wasn’t so much worried about the injury she’d caused, as the blow to his ego. If he asks for it and takes his lumps, he can be proud of it. If she neuters him accidentally, when he was too chicken to take a full force shot anyway? He’d be bitter and probably litigious. Honestly, she doubted the waivers would actually stand up in court, but it at least makes them think twice about it.
She took a shower, then texted Luke, letting him know that the protection idea had been mostly a success. The remainder of her trip was fairly uneventful and she returned home shortly thereafter. As she got to the front door of her place, there were two packages waiting.
Sarah scooped them up, and dropped everything onto the kitchen table. The first was a long box with a clear plastic front. She opened it up and pulled out a dozen dark red roses. There was a note from Luke inside.
Dear Sarah,
I’m fully on the mend, can’t wait to take you up on that drink. Hope you had a good trip, the flowers are a little thank you for Boston. Welcome home.
Luke
P.S. - there should be another package coming, keep it safe for me.
The roses smelled wonderful and Sarah fished out a vase from under the sink to put them in. She turned to the other box. It was pretty bulky. Inside was a heavily reinforced set of pads, a jumbo sized groin protector and head gear. There was also another note.
S,
It’s not formal dinner wear, but I think it will help us make the next date an all nighter
L
Sarah looked everything over. It was the same kind of equipment worn by self defense trainers. Not the kind of gift that most women would consider flattering, but for her, it was perfect. Ideas started flowing through her mind as she considered what her next date with Luke would be. “God.” She purred. “He’s in so much trouble.” With that thought in mind, she reached for her phone to set things up.