Trying Out the New Skills
by Baby Finster babyfinster113@yahoo.com
Erin gets to try out her new abilities on a guy who can't keep his hands to himself


"Yo! Take it easy on that bag!"

Erin smiled. She'd been hitting the heavy bag for seven solid minutes,
finishing up her intensive Friday night workout. She finished with a solid
roundhouse kick and a spinning backfist, then stepped back and fired a quick
four punch combination before calling it a night.

"Yeah, Joe, it's about time you thought about getting a new one, anyway. This
one's starting to get as soft as Frankie's gut!"

They all laughed. Frankie, Joe, and Paulie. "Coming out for a few with us
tonight, Erin," Frankie asked? "Sure, dude. Just let me hit the showers."

She walked into the women's locker room. It wasn't much of a locker room;
although Joe had included one in his gym, he'd never figured to have too many
women joining in. His gym was a no-frills operation in a part of town that was
definitely not upscale. He'd been a little surprised when Erin walked in ten
months ago. Carrying a good two hundred pounds on her five-foot-seven frame.
But he liked the look in Erin's eyes, and decided to let her join. Joe's gym
wasn't for wimps, and it wasn't really for ladies either. He held black belts
in karate and tae kwon do, and had also studied Thai boxing. He trained his
students in all of those techniques, and also had a simple but well-equipped
weight room in his building. He never thought Erin would last, but last she
did.

Erin took off her sleeveless shirt and looked at herself in the mirror in her
bra and shorts. She smiled at the reflection. In ten months, she was down from
200 pounds to 150. Still some softness about her, but now the softness covered
solid, toned muscle. She remembered her first day in that locker room, flexing
a bicep and feeling nothing but flab. Now she flexed her right arm, and a rock
hard hill of muscle formed just below her skin. She reached over with her left
arm, felt it, and smiled. She continued looking herself over...her breasts
were as full as they had been before, but were now supported by a strong
pectoral wall. She slipped her bra off and noticed that her breasts stayed
firm. She looked down towards her stomach...not quite a six-pack, but her abs
were making their presence known beneath the skin.

When she'd started in the gym, she hadn't exercised in years. She'd done some
karate in college, but college had been fifteen years ago. Now, she had her
fighting skills back, along with speed, strength, and conditioning that she
never had before.

She'd also earned the respect of the guys in the gym. Frankie had needled her
at first, but a few months ago, Joe had suggested that they spar. Frankie was
good, but Erin landed some solid punches, sending him to the mat in a daze.
They shook hands, and nobody ever needled her again. The guys at the gym were
her buddies. Not romantic interests ' Erin didn't believe in mixing workouts
and romance ' but friends who respected each other.

She showered, changed, and left with the guys to a bar a few blocks away.

Erin was having a good time, dancing, having a few drinks, and enjoying the
head-turns she was getting in her tight blouse. She left her table for a
drink, and a guy at the bar leered at her.

"I'm John, sweetie. Want to dance?"

"No, I'm good"

Getting off his stool, moving closer and putting his hand on her arm..."You
sure?"

Erin gave him what she thought was a light push, but he staggered back against
the bar..."I said no, buddy".

She walked back to her table, where the guys were waiting. John followed
her..."Nice push...I like a woman who can take care of herself...let's dance".

"You deaf, buddy? I said no."

Frankie got up. "Want me to take care of him for you, Erin?"

"Thanks, Frankie," she said. "Like he said, I can take care of myself."

They relaxed and hung out for a while longer, and Erin said her goodbyes.
"Morning workout tomorrow, guys. I'm hitting the sack."

She started walking back to her apartment, about a mile away. About four
blocks into the trip, she heard a sound from behind a dumpster. The next thing
she knew, she was being pulled from behind, back towards the dumpster.

No time to think, just react. Her arms went up and in a circle, breaking the
grip. She wheeled around and threw a forearm into her attacker's neck,
staggering him. It was John from the bar. Surprised, he lunged at her,
grabbing her left hand and pulling it towards him.

"You're coming with me, sweetie!"

Erin did come with him. For about a foot...just enough to get her within good
striking range. She dealt him an elbow to his temple, curled her left hand out
of his grip, and drove an uppercut into his chin, driving him back into the
dumpster. "Had enough?"

He snarled and ran at her again. "I haven't even started with you yet,
honeypie". He grabbed for her and was met with a quick jab to the nose,
followed by a right hook to the jaw, turning his head around. He wasn't ready
for this response, so his body was wide open for a solid spinning sidekick to
his solar plexus. The breath rushed from him as he made an odd wheezing,
gagging sound.

"Whoo!", Erin thought to herself. "I hadn't realized how powerful my legs have
gotten."

"Now, are you ready to quit, 'honeypie'?", she said to him.

"I'm gonna wipe that smile off your face, bitch!!" John staggered to his feet
and grabbed a board from the dumpster and swung it at Erin's head.

Big mistake. Big, big mistake. Erin ducked the blow as John spun, leaving his
left side exposed and giving Erin more of a chance to demonstrate those new
powerful legs.

BAM! A high kick landed in the nerve bundle at John's armpit as he screamed
and doubled over in pain, leaving his face as a perfect target for a snap
kick, flattening his nose as his blood dripped to the ground. He stood up
slowly, but Erin wasn't about to let him go...a flurry of punches bruised his
ribs, and she dropped him with a left hook.

With her calm, confident smile, she walked towards him. "Now have you had
enough, buddy?"

"I'll show you, slut!" He staggered to his feet and threw a weak punch. Erin
brushed it away, laughing. "That's not how you punch, pal. Throw your weight
behind it. Like this!" CRAACK!!! A solid punch, and John spit out his front
teeth. A front kick to the ribs and an axe kick landed on his shoulder. A
quick series of knees to the ribs, another agonizing scream of pain, and John
crumpled against the dumpster. This time for good.

Erin walked up to his battered body slowly, still smiling. "OK, John, now
you're gonna get what you wanted"

John's eyes bugged. Erin slowly took off her blouse so he could see her
breasts silhouetted against the moonlight. She walked slowly towards him,
laughing. She flexed her bicep and watched the erection filling his pants. "Is
that as big as you can get, wimp?" She kicked off a shoe and slowly rubbed her
foot against him, as he moaned painfully. It only took a few seconds before
his pants were wet and sticky with his spunk.

"I hope you enjoyed that, because I have one last parting gift for you,
asshole." She pulled him off his feet and gave him one last uppercut to the
chin, knocking him unconscious.

Erin walked off and back to her apartment, now with a new found pride in her
skills.