Page 26 of Pooh

“Yes! I want tacos!” Bella squeals as she slams her pink brain bucket on her head and runs for Pooh’s bike.

“She’s a sweet kid,” I tell Pooh, knowing it’s something he already knows.

“That she is,” Pooh answers, pride shining in his eyes while he watches Bella run to his bike. I know there is a story here, but I’m not sure what it may be.

Pooh looks back at me, gives me a sexy as hell grin and walks off. Once he and Bella are seated on his bike and it’s roaring to life, he gives me a chin lift and a two fingered wave before they ride away. I watch them leave and then turn to give my thanks to the rest of the fence crew.

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After dropping Bella off at Petey and Trudy’s house, I make my way to the clubhouse. I drop my ass on a barstool and ask for a beer from Toes. As I look around the main room, I see Vex. He’s sitting on a couch, legs propped up on a coffee table with a club slut, Peaches, giving him a lap dance, topless. Her inflated boobs are bouncing and she’s grinding her bits down hard on Vex’s crotch. I look closely at Vex’s face and I don’t see the usual excitement that’s normally there. He looks bored. He looks just how I’ve been feeling lately. Maybe we’re just getting older and seeing the same thing every day is getting routine. More like we’re finally growing up.

I’ve seen every part of Peaches and I don’t need, or want, to see any of it again. Yes, I’ve been all up in her, but once, or maybe twice, was enough. I realize I’m feeling that way toward all of the club girls. I’m bored, disinterested, and tired of their dramas. Since Gunner, Axel, Petey and Chubs have found their women, the club girls have slimmer pickings and have gotten aggressive between each other and toward us single guys.

I’m sick of having my junk grabbed and having girls plop down on me anytime I sit. If I want their attention, I’ll ask for it. But I don’t and they sense that shit. So, they have turned up the heat and their desperation reeks. Less clothing is the first thing I noticed. Now they are getting pushier and it’s a challenge to be in the main room at night without feeling molested at some point. Wash, rinse, repeat. Fuck, I’m going to have to double check and make sure I still have a stick and stones because I’ve never turned away from that shit before and now it bores me to tears.

I know I’m attracted to Pippa and would like to get to know her better. But she said no to a date and I have to respect that. Sad thing about that is while her mouth says no, her eyes are stripping my clothes off and doing dirty things to me. I like knowing that her thoughts take her into the gutter, but it’s not doing my cock any good. He needs action and she’s not there yet. So, what do I do? Wait and hope that she comes around or move the fuck on?

I glance back over to Vex and see Peaches is now on her knees busy sucking Vex off. I’ve seen his cock as much as my own it seems. I may be a man whore but I’ve never been big on public displays. I like to keep that shit private. Fuck this. I need to get the hell out of here for a while. It’s time for a nice, long evening bike ride. Maybe the wind and road will clear my mind.

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“Pooh, baby, could you show me that move again? I’m not getting it right,” purrs one of our gym clients. Another bored housewife that comes here, not to get in shape or learn self-defense, but to grope and ogle the club and gym members. I used to enjoy the attention, but now it just annoys me.

“Yeah. Place your feet shoulder width apart and square your shoulders,” I tell her. I can’t even remember her name and she’s been coming here for months.

“Pooh!” Axel hollers.

I look his direction and see Pippa and a couple of other women standing at the desk. Without a backward glance, I walk to her group.

“Hey! Pooh! You were showing me a move!” shouts the housewife.

I ignore her, much to Axel’s delight, and stop at Pippa’s side.

“Hey. Decide to come in for some classes?”

“We thought we’d come in and check out what is available and the times we would need to be here,” answers Pippa. God, I love those eyes of hers. So dark brown they look black sometimes.

I look over the other three women with Pippa and notice none are meeting my eyes. One still has a black eye that’s fading and one has a cast on her left arm. I can feel my blood start to boil.

“That depends on what you want to learn. If you want basic self-defense or something more like Krav Maga that’s more hardcore and will teach you how to get away from an attacker and how to live to fight another day. I would suggest that. It takes time but it’s very effective and will strengthen your core.”

“I want to learn that,” the woman with the black eye speaks up. She briefly meets my eyes and I see determination in hers.

“Me too,” says the third woman while the one in the cast nods her head in agreement.

“What’s the cost of the classes and what hours are they taught?” asks Pippa.

“Gym hours are 6am-10pm. Any of you show up anytime during those hours, one of us will work with you. If you can find a time that is good for all of you, we’ll hold a group class at that time. We want you to get these classes. There’s no cost for any of you,” interjects Axel.

“You’ll find that these classes not only teach you self-defense moves and strengthen your body, they will give you a sense of taking back control. Of being in charge of your own body. Empowerment is something a lot of clients have said they get from learning how to defend themselves,” I add.

“Do you have classes that will teach me how to rip someone’s head off? Or smash their face in?” questions woman number three, bitterly.

I laugh as I answer, “We have classes for that too. We’ll teach you whatever you need to learn to be safe, darlin’.”

“I think it’s safe to say we’re all interested in taking the classes. When can we start?” questions Pippa.

“You can start immediately or whatever time works best. When you come in for classes, ask for Axel, Cash or myself. We’re all certified in Krav Maga and other martial arts classes. You’re free to use any of the equipment here whenever you want. Let me give you a quick tour of what is available here and the locker rooms. Follow me, please.”

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