Pink Pads II
By A.J. Brown
A threequel to Rattlesnake Ink


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Taylor started feeling giddy as she walked out of the bar next to Dallas. This
guy had been one tough nut to crack. The first part of their date, at least
what she called a date, consisted of him frequently giving her one words
answers to her questions she asked and then looking away from her to make it
even more difficult for her to follow-up on what he had said. He was
frequently looking at his phone and the TVs.

But she stayed patient and as he began getting a little bit of beer in him and
she started asking him about sports he started talking a bit. Sports weren't
her thing but she could look at his long eyelashes and listen to him talk
about anything. Once their food came out, he started relaxing a bit and when
they played a couple of games of darts they started getting friendly, even a
bit flirty in her opinion, as she would pat him on the shoulder and thigh. He
wouldn't touch her back but he didn't seem to mind her doing it.

"Alright," she said and as the girl that was always the chunky girl who never
had a really good looking boyfriend in her life, just walking out of here with
these gorgeous man made her feel like she was walking out of that place
holding a trophy. "Thanks for a fun time."

She turned to him and opened her arms to hug him. She was going to try and
kiss him, why not, it may have been their first time actually on a date, but
sparring a few times together counted for something, didn't it? She'd do the
hug first and once she was in close enough, she'd make her move, either on his
neck first, or right on the lips, whatever would have been smoother.

But as she moved in closer with her arms out, she watched Dallas nervously
take a step back and he held out his hand for her to shake. A fucking
handshake, was he serious? She had even paid for both of their meals. Maybe
that was her mistake. Maybe she had talked too much in there and not allowed
him enough opportunity to talk. Maybe she looked like an idiot holding her
arms out to hug him, the big girl. Whatever it was stung badly. She held out
her hand and accepted his handshake, doing her absolute best to fake a smile.

"I'll see you next class," she said as they shook hands.

**

"Hey Haley," Taylor said, being a bit friendlier than usual when she showed up
at the next class.

She felt pretty good about things. When she had gone home after that bad date
with Dallas she had been feeling pretty bad about life. All that work she had
put in to pursuing Dallas and the guy still didn't even want to touch her. She
felt ugly and hopeless. She just wasn't going to be able to meet a man no
matter what she did.

But now a week had passed. She had done everything she could with Dallas and
it just wasn't meant to be. Who knows, maybe she wouldn't ever meet a man but
she felt OK with it. At least she had tried with Dallas. One thing she was
getting good at was karate. Dallas was a wimp but he was still a guy and she
had beaten him up. He was the biggest wimp in the class but there were a lot
of wimpy guys like him out there that hadn't even taken karate at all that she
could also beat now. And she had only been doing karate for a few months.

"Hey Taylor!" Haley said, seeming happy to respond to Taylor's genuine
friendliness.

Taylor then remembered that Haley also dealt with some frustration and
humiliation the last week too when she had been beaten by Najee. Maybe Taylor
cheered her up. The two of them started talking a lot more than they had ever
spoken before. When class started they partnered up and ended up working
together on all of the drills. Dallas had made it a point not to look anywhere
near Taylor when he had walked into the dojo or during the entire class. That
didn't surprise or bother her.

"Alright, everyone partner up," Preston said after he had had them get their
pads.

"Want to go?" Taylor said to Haley as she put her pink pads on.

The two girls stood across from each other. Taylor felt confident as she had
just beaten up Dallas and Haley had just gotten beaten up by Najee. Plus, she
was a lot bigger than Haley was. Haley may have been able to beat her when she
didn't have any experience but she was excited to see what she could do
against her now.

"Fight!" Preston said.

Taylor got ready to attack but Haley was charging at her quicker than Taylor
could react to. She saw the determination in the girl's pretty eyes followed
by Haley's fists rapidly coming at her face. This had been a weakness for
Taylor from that first time Tony had attacked her similarly. Haley's punches
were coming in one after another only unlike Tony's each one of these were
hitting her, though they were all light.

It was still overwhelming for Taylor as she quickly backpedaled, Haley's
gloved fists finding openings much faster than Taylor could defend against
them, and she was getting struck too rapidly to throw anything back. Her
thick, immobile body made it very tough for her to fight Haley as it took a
lot of effort for her to get her big legs up so she couldn't throw a kick the
way she could against the much less coordinated Dallas.

Not knowing it was there, it shook Taylor up when she felt her back run into
the wall hard. Haley got in close and kneed Taylor in the hip a few times.
Finally close enough to her, Taylor wrapped her arms around Haley in a bear
hug. Haley's body felt so much tinier than hers but it still felt strong.
Taylor squeezed her arms as hard as she could knowing that if she let go,
Haley was going to beat on her some more.

Haley started pushing against the wall making it tougher for Taylor to hold
onto her. Taylor was squeezing as hard as she could still but her arms were
starting to hurt and it frustrated her that this small cute girl could do that
to her. Haley was trying hard but looking more composed than Taylor whose face
was also getting quite sweaty.

Haley won the duel as she pushed free and then quickly jumped back. Haley got
her leg up on the air and Taylor watched the soft sole of the cute girl coming
at her stomach, then felt it drive into all of her fat. Haley did the same
thing again and Taylor felt nauseous now. She wanted to give up. Haley took a
couple of more steps back and slapped her own chest a couple of times.

"Come on, fight," Haley said, now challenging Taylor to come at her as she put
her fists back up in front of her face. "Come hit me, let's see what you can
do."

Reluctant, but not going to back down against a girl like this, Taylor moved
forward. She had her guard up and was worried that once she got close enough,
Haley was going to come at her with more rapid strikes that she wasn't going
to be able to defend against. But Haley stayed in her position and it looked
like she was going to give Taylor a chance.

"Ya!" Taylor yelled loudly as she threw a punch at Haley's head that Haley was
able to block with a head block very mechanically, like this fight was very
much just practice for her.

Taylor threw a couple of more punches at Haley's head that were also easily
blocked. Now that she had some room she threw a front snap kick. Haley easily
caught Taylor's leg and when Taylor tried pulling her leg back down and felt
Haley holding it tight, she wished she had never thrown it. She started to
laugh trying to hide her embarrassment.

She tried harder to pull her leg down and seeing how much bigger it was than
Haley's arms, she thought how unfair it was that Haley was able to hold her
leg like that with her arms. Haley was just strong. Haley then started to
swing her own body around and was spinning Taylor around her in the process.
The big Taylor was helplessly hopping around on one foot doing her best to try
and stay up. Haley put some hip into it as she swung Taylor more and then
swung her down. Taylor's hip hit the wooden floor hard when she fell, the type
of fall that was always tougher for a big girl. She smiled trying to hide the
pain as Haley stood above her looking like she wasn't surprised.

Taylor slowly pushed herself back to her feet, the pain in her hip making it
tough to get up. Haley stood there in her fighting position and Taylor felt
annoyed that Preston hadn't called time yet. Having no choice, she raised her
fists. Haley came at her with a fist towards her face that she didn't even try
to block and it hit her in the jaw. Haley punched her in the face again and
Taylor had made little effort to block it. She knew that Haley could beat her
up and she just wanted this to be over with.

Haley bent down and charged at her, her speed once again being more than
Taylor could handle. Haley ran her hip into her shoulder like she was trying
to football tackle her but Taylor's body didn't budge. Even if Haley was
stronger than Taylor, this little chick wasn't going to be able to do anything
to her with a body blow.

But Haley wrapped her arms around the back of Taylor's upper legs. She could
tell Haley was trying to lift her up and knew she wasn't going to have a
chance of doing that either. That was until she felt her chubby bare feet
being lifted off of the floor as Haley hoisted her up. As Haley lifted her
higher she had full control of her and based on the positioning, Taylor was
helpless to do anything about it once again.

Haley showed her impressive strength by throwing Taylor over her shoulder like
she was a big bag of laundry. Taylor started punching Haley's back which was
Haley either didn't notice or she was doing a good job acting like she didn't.
She further showed her strength by walking Taylor around the dojo like that.

"Time," she heard Preston call.

Taylor was ready to get down but Haley walked her around some more, because
she could. Taylor wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of telling her to
put her down. She had to do it soon. But Haley still hadn't stopped and Taylor
didn't really want this dojo full of guys watching Haley do this to her. When
Taylor was about to say something, Haley put her down.

"Good one," Taylor said as she held out her hand to fist bump. All she could
do was be a good sport about it despite how humiliated she felt. Haley just
fist bumped her and didn't say anything.

Taylor partnered with Najee the next round and got plenty of the snake. He
whooped her pretty good but she always had fun partnering with him. The next
round she partnered with Ilya. She didn't know if she'd ever be able to beat
him no matter how much she trained just because those long arms of his
swinging around seemed almost impossible to defend against. She was still able
to hold her ground better than previously, though and was proud of any
improvement.

The last round she sparred with Preston. He started off mainly just playing
defense but fighting him felt like fighting some programmed robot as anything
that she threw at him, he was able to block. When their round was almost over
he got a bit more aggressive, reminding her how easily he could beat her if he
wanted to.

"Your improvement over such a short amount of time is amazing," he said to her
when they were done and she loved hearing that. "Everyone line up!"

Taylor felt good as she kneeled down with her eyes closed after such a good
workout. It made her happy to be training with so many guys that she got along
with. Of course, she hadn't joined this class to meet friend-zone guys, she
really needed a man in her life. Najee was married, Tony scared her, Ilya
wasn't her type, and Preston was too old, talented, and she was pretty sure he
had a thing for Haley. Dallas was the one in this class that was perfect for
her as far as she was concerned but despite him being single, he just was not
interested. She was trying to just forget about him but she just couldn't seem
to do it. Something told her he was the one for her. But he didn't see it, he
wasn't going to see it, and now she was going to go home alone tonight once
again. When Preston told everyone to open their eyes and dismissed class,
Taylor saw Dallas had jumped to his feet and was bolting towards the exit.

**

Dallas looked ahead at the locker in front of him as he was quickly changing
out of his gi into his regular clothes. The last thing he needed was that fat
hog chasing him down after class again wanting another date. Who did she think
she was pursuing him? He was a fit, handsome guy, girls like Haley were the
ones that he should be dating, not fatties like Taylor. The whole time he was
out with her the last week he was nervous that someone he knew was going to
see him with her. Why weren't girls like Haley chasing after him, he kept
wondering. His breakup with Betsy had stung but he thought he'd meet someone
else soon enough. Plenty of other people had told him that as well. But it
just wasn't happening, fat Taylor was the first one that had made any effort
to hang out with him. It made it that much tougher for him to deal with the
Betsy breakup every day that went by. He'd often think that maybe she'd get
lonely too and reach out to him or maybe they'd just run into each other out
somewhere, they'd strike up a quick conversation, and then before they knew it
they'd be back lying in bed together with her telling him how much she missed
her cute boy and she'd never leave him again. He wouldn't quit karate if they
got back together, but he wouldn't act all cocky and dismissive with her about
it either, that was the big mistake that he wished he could get an opportunity
to take back.

He had made it out of the building without Taylor coming after him and he even
got a little feeling of excitement that he had escaped. He still wasn't
completely going to be in the clear until he got to his car so he kept walking
fast looking straight ahead to make sure there was no chance of him
accidentally making eye-contact with her if she was anywhere near him. Now
seeing his Audi in sight he moved faster towards the finish line. He froze and
even felt a little nervous when he saw who was standing in front of it.

He thought how great Betsy looked wearing the tight black short-sleeved shirt
and the tight pair of khaki shorts. She always had a good body despite a
little bit of chunk but it looked like had lost the little bit of fat that she
did have and put on a bit of muscle. This was the girl he let get away? But
now she was here. Here was his opportunity and he was not going to blow this.
He didn't want to see Taylor previously, but if she came out and even saw him
talking to a girl a lot hotter than her, that would also be a nice little
bonus to remind her that she had no business thinking she had a chance with
him.

"Betsy, what's up??" After the words came out of his mouth he thought he
sounded a little overeager to see the girl that had just walked out on him
after so many years together. But he couldn't help himself, and he figured
there was no harm it seeming a little confident either.

"Just getting done with one of you bad-ass karate classes?" she said.

She had said things like that to him plenty in the past and even though he had
previously sensed a little annoyance in her voice, he had always thought she
sounded playful for the most part. But there was something in her tone this
time that sounded worse than annoyed - it almost sounded threatening. He
wasn't given too much time to wonder if he was just being paranoid or not when
he saw another girl pop out of the darkness. He knew she looked familiar but
he couldn't immediately place who it was, and when he finally did process who
it was, he realized it took so long because he never would have expected to
see Betsy and Samantha together.

He felt his panic level increase as he watched Laurie come into the picture,
then Alison, then Cheyenne, and then Shawntay, all forming a wall to make sure
he couldn't get to his car. Betsy hooking up with these girls with a nightmare
so bad that he didn't even try and wonder how all of them had hooked up.

"You know all that time you were taking karate, you never showed me any,"
Betsy said. "Well after we broke up I found my own people to train with and
I've been training for a few months now. Why don't we go for a round and see
who's better?"

After this was one thing Dallas knew about women was that they were horrible
liars - all of them. She saw the damn tournament somehow, he could just tell
that was what happened. That was right when things went bad after that damn
tournament. Then she hooked up with these girls that filled her mind with so
much bullshit. Samantha did it the worst, he could tell. He looked at the
satisfied look on her face, so happy to get him. He couldn't do shit about it
and it drove him nuts.

"I gotta get home," he said as he made a move towards his car but none of them
moved. Betsy just started laughing at him and she clapped her hands together
hard. Still remembering how sweet she used to be when she would call him her
cute boy made it especially hurtful how mean she had become to him.

"Come on, you're not seriously afraid of her, are you?" Samantha said sounding
genuinely curious. "You've been training only a year longer than her and she's
still a white belt. You take karate, if you're afraid of this challenge you
may as well give up."

"Don't be afraid of your ex!" Betsy taunted and she got a stupid look on her
face, followed by a couple of stupid looking poses that made him feel really
stupid.

"Fight her you pussy!" Alison said impatiently.

"There a problem here?"

Dallas turned around, extremely relieved to see Preston walking towards him,
followed by Najee and the rest of the class. He got an extreme feeling of
satisfaction thinking how they'd protect him. He didn't need to be super tough
with karate, he had all the defense he needed. He turned around and looked at
the girls with a pleased smile.

"This is his ex-girlfriend, she's a student of mine now," Samantha said to
Preston. "These two have a long past together and she was just looking to
settle a little score. She came to me after the tournament to train so he had
his brown belt before she ever put on a gi. You really need to protect your
top student from my newest one?"

Dallas wished that Preston had cut her off before she got all of that out and
he snapped his head back at him. He looked at Taylor watching and she was the
one he could have lived without being there. Preston looked like he was
actually considering what she had said when Dallas just wished he would go
take her out like he had in the tournament.

"You got a whole gang here," Preston said.

"They're just here to watch. You can all watch too. My student just wants to
challenge one of your higher ranking students, that's all."

"Go ahead," Preston said to Dallas. "Show her not to mess with our school.
Whoop her ass."

Dallas watched Betsy kick off the flip flops she was wearing with a smile on
her face like she really wanted to beat him up. Karate had made him even more
afraid to fight than he had been previously as he had learned how many people
that were smaller than him could still beat him up. Still, this wasn't someone
that had been training with Samantha longer than him. This was Betsy, his
girlfriend of many years that used to look so cute lying in bed next to him,
the girl who had broken his heart and made him lonely the last year, just
because she wasn't willing to try and work out some small bump in the road
they had hit. He could feel himself start to breathe more rapidly as he felt a
desire to knock that smile off of Betsy's face, and he raised his fists.

"Oh look, he's ready!" Betsy said mockingly, and not even Samantha or any of
the other girls had ever disrespected him like this. Betsy didn't even belong
in this sport. "Come on, show me all this karate you know, you pipsqueak."

She put him over the edge and he threw a punch at her head. She threw up a
head block, looking like she was eager to show off what she had learned. When
their forearms connected, Dallas immediately felt pain in his, frustrated how
his body seemed weaker than anyone he ever went up against. He tried to keep
pushing forward through her forearm, trying to overpower it.

"What are you trying to do?" she laughed.

She put more force into it and shooed his arm away, him helpless to do
anything about it. She had often talked about how small and little he was when
they were together and even though she was a bit thicker than he was, he never
considered that she was stronger than him. Getting beaten up by girls in
karate class was bad enough but with his ex-girlfriend it felt especially
weird.

Determined not to lose to her, he threw a quick hook at her head with his left
hand. She managed to catch his arm in the air with both of her arms and trap
it. He tried to pull free but when he realized she had him too tight for him
to get away she started spinning around. Still holding him as she spun, she
spun him around a few times before letting him go and throwing him into his
own car.

His entire rib cage felt in a lot of pain from the collision and as he
struggled to get his first couple of breaths in, he looked at his
ex-girlfriend looking so proud that she had hurt him and he couldn't believe
that she was not only physically able to do it but that the girl that used to
love him so much was now OK being so cruel to him.

That hurt him and motivated him to keep fighting, along with looking behind
her and seeing his entire school looking at him and looking disappointed. He
started getting back into his fighting stance, watching Betsy do the same, and
looking even more confident. He moved towards her and she did the same.

This time she was the aggressor as she threw a punch at his stomach. Often
overreacting to defend, he brought both hands down and blocked it. She threw a
quick high jab with her other hand, hitting him in the jaw. The punch hurt and
he brought both of his hands up to guard his face. She threw 3 rapid punches
at his face and he was able to block all of them though he was backing up as
he did and looked like he was having a tough time.

The next punch she threw got through and he felt her fist crush into his nose.
His nose felt like it cracked and his eyes watered up, his hands now at his
nose to comfort it as opposed to him guarding his face. As he stood there in
pain he felt Betsy come in and wrap her arm around his neck in a headlock. He
tried to pull away but her strength and aggression surprised him once again as
she pulled his head into her hip.

He remembered being trapped this same way by Taylor and getting no sympathy
from Preston. He tried doing what he was taught to do, first trying to pull
her legs around from under her but, like Taylor, her legs were too strong and
wouldn't budge. When he reached his hand up trying to take her down by her
nose, he couldn't get his hand near it and she laughed at him.

She then leaned down and threw him on the ground of the parking lot. His eyes
watered up more from getting thrown into something by her for the second time
and by the time she was on top of him, he wanted to give up. But he felt her
ass push into his chest as she pinned him down and as he pushed at her legs he
could tell immediately that he wasn't going to be able to get her off of him.

He looked up and saw her fist coming at his face, him helpless to do anything
about it from his position. Feeling her fist strike his face with no glove on
it from the position he was in was possibly the most painful punch he had ever
taken. He put his hands up in submission but Betsy just smiled and punched him
in the face again.

All it took was a couple more of her punches to completely throw him off his
game. She punched him over and over again and when she punched him in the
nose, he started crying. He lay there dealing with her punching him more, one
after another, and seeing his ex-girlfriend's face smiling behind those
punches was what made it the worst. He sobbed louder as the punches just kept
coming in and he wasn't able to block any of them.

"Alright, get off of him," Dallas heard Preston say. He then watched Betsy
turn back towards Samantha like she was looking at her approval while still
holding a fist above his face, ready to bring it back down.

"Is your student giving up?" Samantha said.

"He obviously lost, now tell her to get off of him," Preston said and the
disappointment in his voice made Dallas cry a bit more.

"Your top student just got beat up by my newest one," Samantha said. "That
tournament didn't matter, you know who is tougher in the streets. Get off of
him, Betsy. You beat him up. You won your first fight, it was an easy
opponent, but you still won."

Betsy started pushing herself up and once she was up a bit, she pushed her
foot right in to his chest to push herself up the rest of the way. Once she
was standing she held her foot into his chest to keep him down, flexed her
biceps, and laugh with a confidence he had never heard her laugh with before.
This girl had no business being in martial arts.

He heard Betsy laughing more as she walked away with the girls in the class.
He rolled over on his side waiting for some sympathy from his classmates but
the majority of them just started to walk away, all except for Taylor. She
started walking towards him and he felt his anger rise. Out of all the girls
that could be this interested in him, why did it have to be a fat one?

"You OK?" she said, and she started to bend down like she was going to comfort
him.

"Leave me alone!" he snapped back.

He fully expected this overly persistent girl to try and persuade him that she
could help him but she stood up with a look on her face like she was hurt and
just walked away. He couldn't help but feel a bit bad as he looked at her fat
butt in the tight workout pants she had on jiggle as she walked away. He
didn't feel bad for long though, as he thought more about the fact that he
thought he deserved much better than a girl like her. Sometimes, he thought
her face looked a bit cute from certain angles, but watching that butt jiggle
confirmed he'd never have interest in her.

**

Dallas tied his brown belt around his belt tightly. He picked up his gym bag
and walked out of the locker room ready to go. As he marched towards the dojo
he thought about how this class, he was not messing around. He had been
coasting through the class avoiding fighting and just working on his katas.
But getting beaten up by Betsy had been a wake-up call. He needed to stop
dicking around and toughen up. The first time they sparred tonight, he was
going to partner with Taylor. He had no doubt she's want to spar with him
because she always did. But this time she wasn't going to see the timid guy
she had been picking on. This time he was going to go at her as aggressively
as possible, he might still lose and he was OK with that, but at least he'd be
toughening up and she wouldn't just be pushing him around anymore. No one was
going to do that. After her, he'd partner with whoever he was going to partner
with and he knew he'd lose but he was going to give it his all, and even if he
could never beat them, he'd at least be getting tougher so he wasn't getting
beaten up by people like Betsy. He confidently walked into the dojo where
Preston was there alone.

"Hey man," Preston said gently.

"Hi Sensei," Dallas said with enthusiasm. "No one else here yet?"

"Not yet," Preston said and as he approached Dallas, Dallas got a feeling he
was about to get some news he didn't want to hear. "I want to talk to you
about something. I have completely let you down."

"What? No you haven't."

"I really have. I've been training you for a long time now. Your ex there that
beat you up last week. I was watching her and she had no technique whatsoever.
Losing to Cheyenne, I get it, she's tough, but no one training as long as you
have should be losing that badly to your ex. She really fucked you up too."

Dallas could feel the humiliating developing in his body. Why did Betsy have
to start trouble with him? Why did she have to be such a bitch?

"I'll work harder," Dallas said. "There was no excuse for me losing to her, I
know. I was pretty thrown off fighting her, I wasn't ready for it. But I know,
I still gotta get better."

Preston said nothing and looked at Dallas with a look of disappointment that
was making Dallas nervous. Preston was shaking his head just a little bit.
"Dallas, karate isn't for everyone. I do my best to work with people. But if
something's not a fit, it's not a fit. If I keep trying to train you when it's
not working, you could get hurt. Especially when we have a rival dojo. When
you have enemies like we do, they're going to attack the weakest link. That's
what they did with you. And they'll do it again. It's not good for you to be a
part of this dojo. It's not good for any of us."

That was the part where Dallas knew that Preston just didn't want him here
anymore. It had nothing to do with his own safety, Preston was just humiliated
that one of his students was getting beaten up all of the time. There was
nothing he could argue to that. He couldn't beg to be with someone that didn't
want him around. Just like with Betsy, he was getting rejected again. This one
just hurt worse. He felt the tears building up in his eyes. He could not cry
in front of a karate sensei. He saw nothing but sympathy in Preston's eyes and
that made it even harder to hold the tears back, but he still managed to.

"I get it," Dallas said and he wanted to say as little as possible, knowing
the more words that came out, the better chance he was going to cry. "Thank
you for all you did for me."

Knowing that crying was about to happen he started to turn his head and he saw
that Preston's eyes had actually watered up as well. He turned away and hoped
that Preston would try to stop him. When he got close to the exit and that
hadn't happened, he knew it wouldn't. The urge to cry started to go away. It
was over, there was nothing left to cry about.

**

She was 10 minutes late. The group text she had received from Preston had said
to show up 15 minutes late but this was close enough. Her hips waddled back
and forth as she made her way into the dojo in her gi. She saw the dojo door
open and saw Dallas walk out of it. Shit, had she misunderstood the message?
She hadn't been coming here that long and still was going to feel stupid if
she walked into the dojo 10 minutes late while everyone else had already
started. She debated just turning around but then decided that was silly.

"Hey Dallas," she said when he got closer to her. He just nodded at her and
she saw his eyes were teary. "What's wrong?" she said with concern. She looked
at him but he kept walking. She debated going after him and seeing if she
should could do anything to help him. She still had a thing for this guy
despite how clear he had made it that he had absolutely no interest in her. He
was already in the locker room before she could decide what to do. She
shrugged it off and walked in the dojo. Only Preston was in there. Thank God.

"Hey Sensei!" she said.

"Hey Taylor," he said, looking a little bummed out himself.

"Is Dallas OK?"

Preston hesitated. "Dallas isn't going to be part of the dojo anymore."

"Why?" she said with surprise. "He's quitting? Why?"

Preston just shook his head with disappointment. "I asked him not to come
back."

Taylor didn't like the feeling she was getting. She never liked hearing about
people getting fired from jobs she worked at. She hadn't thought people could
get fired from karate but now that she heard about it, she felt just as bad.
Especially when it was someone she cared about.

"Why??"

"He just wasn't fitting in here. In karate you need to be able to fight. I did
everything I could with him but he cannot fight. He got beat up by a girl with
no training last week. As we get bigger we can't have that happening to our
experienced people."

Taylor knew that Preston could rip her to shreds with his pinky finger if he
wanted to but at that moment she wanted to rip him to shreds, even if she had
to walk out to the gym pick up one of the weights, and hit him over the head
with it.

"He's been your student for a long time!" she said, surprised that she would
snap at her sensei like that in his own dojo but not caring. "He helped you
build this dojo up. He motivates everyone with how hard he does kata. How
could you do that??"

She looked at the guilt in Preston's eyes and she knew that he knew she was
right. She continued to stare him down with an intense look. He might be
physically tougher than her but she knew that you could never underestimate
the power of a loud woman. If Preston admitted his error to her and then
marched back to that locker room to tell Dallas he could come back, maybe that
would be the event where Taylor was finally able to win that handsome man
over.

"I totally get it," Preston said. "But this is how it has to be."

Taylor was ready to explode with anger as she looked at Preston and only
didn't when she realized Dallas was close to getting in his car and this was
her last chance with him.

**

Dallas walked through the parking lot towards his car, trying to make himself
feel better. There were plenty of other karate schools around, he could join
another one, he could train and get even better at the next school and show
Preston what he missed out on. He knew that wouldn't happen, though. No one
would give him the personal training Preston had. He felt the same loss he had
when he had lost Betsy, knowing that even though there were replacements out
there, he wasn't going to be able to find better than he was losing.

When he looked up towards his car, Evelyn was the first one he noticed. She
was a taller girl, standing at 5'10. She had long dark brown hair, was well
tanned, and her breasts that were quite big for her lean body were almost
hanging out of the tank top she had on. She was his favorite one of Betsy's
friends, a month older than Betsy, in addition to being hot she was an
extremely easy going girl with a good sense of humor and Dallas always thought
if things hadn't worked out with Betsy that he wouldn't mind trying to get
with Evelyn.

He knew it shouldn't have surprised him when he saw Betsy right next to her.
She wore a pink tank top, a tight pair of blue shorts, and a pair of flip
flops. Now that he was really able to check out her body, she looked like she
had gained a little bit of weight since they had broken up but her body
overall looked fitter, with more defined muscles everywhere, especially in her
biceps and her calves. Her feet looked soft with fresh pink toenail polish on
and he couldn't believe someone with such pretty girly feet had beaten him up
and gotten him kicked out of karate class.

"Out of class early?" Betsy said to him. She had a mean smile on her face like
she really disliked him. He still couldn't believe the girl that always used
to call him her cute boy now looked at him and treated him this way.

"Told you it wouldn't hurt to get here early," Evelyn said. She didn't speak
meanly like Betsy was but she seemed to be supporting Betsy's meanness which
was hurtful for him enough.

"I told Evelyn that I beat you up and she didn't believe me," Betsy said. She
took a step towards him and he looked at his Audi behind her. He always felt
so cool driving that car. But these two girls didn't care about his car at
all, they just wanted to pick on him for being a wimp. "So I'm going to show
her that I can."

He watched Betsy step towards him, looking at that fit body of hers, and the
smile on her face like she really wanted to hurt him. It was frightening for
him being alone in a parking lot with someone he knew could beat him up
starting with him, with such a mean smile on her face. He could tell she
didn't want to just prove she could win. She wanted to hurt him in front of
Evelyn.

"Come on," Betsy said as she shoved him and the force behind it made him feel
even more afraid as it sent him back a few steps.

Betsy moved at him quickly, no fear of him at all. She gave him another shove
and then raised her fists like she was ready to punch him. He put his fists
up, nervous that he was encouraging this escalating. She threw a quick jab
forward and her girly fist packed a good sting as it hit him in the nose. His
eyes watered up and he put his hands to his face, expecting that another punch
was going to follow.

"Leave him alone!" he heard a voice say behind him.

He turned his head to see Taylor standing there, holding her gym bag, and
wearing her gi and white belt. Her feet were bare so she must have walked all
of the way out here from the dojo barefoot. He wished Preston could be the one
that came out to help him instead of her. Taylor's chubby feet and toes did
not look sexy like Betsy's feet and the fact that they had just walked through
a parking lot made them even less attractive. He looked up and saw Taylor
looking at him with his eyes watered up. She looked back at Betsy.

"Stay out of this," Betsy said to Taylor. "This is between me and him."

"When you're messing with my man I'm not going to stay out of it," Taylor
said.

Dallas immediately felt angry that she had called him 'her man' but since she
was his only hope of him not getting beat up, he knew he couldn't say
anything, even though that drove him crazy. He watched Taylor undo her white
belt, pull apart the top half of her gi, pull it off aggressively like she was
in WWE or something, and throw it on the ground.

Betsy laughed loudly. "Awe, you found yourself a new girlfriend? I didn't know
that. Really going after the fat ones now, aren't you?"

Dallas looked at Taylor wearing nothing up top now but a sports bra and her
boobs looked proportionally small to the rest of her chubby upper body. Her
shoulders were broad but there was a lot of fat around them. Her arms were
flabby and he could see the flab bouncing on them as she walked towards Betsy.
Her stomach was especially chubby, bouncing up and down as she walked towards
Betsy and so were her thick love handles. Her little boobs were bouncing as
well. Dallas felt plenty of humiliation right then, not any of it having to do
with the fact that he needed a girl to protect him from another girl, just
that Betsy, Evelyn, and anyone else that might be watching this actually would
think this chubby girl was his girlfriend.

"What are you going to do, fatty?" Betsy said as she raised her fists, not
looking the least bit afraid of Taylor. Training with Samantha had turned
Betsy into a person that he didn't even know.

Taylor raised her fists but even though she was a lot bigger, Betsy's fighting
stance looked better. The two girls moved around a bit. Betsy threw the first
punch and clocked Taylor in the cheek. Taylor's head went back but she kept
her composure. Dallas felt annoyed that Betsy punched Taylor in the cheek but
him in the nose. It made it look like Taylor could take a punch better but he
knew if Taylor's nose had gotten hit, she'd have watered-up eyes too.

The two girls moved around some more. Betsy's head looked well protected with
her fists while Dallas could see the openings that Taylor was leaving. Betsy
punched Taylor in the face again, this time much closer to the nose. Taylor
looked hurt now but her eyes didn't water up. Taylor looked like she was
getting angry and flustered while Betsy looked focused. Betsy had the clear
advantage in this fight and Dallas could feel the humiliating scenario coming
on.

Taylor moved around with her fists kind of waving around as she moved. She
threw a punch at Betsy's face and when Betsy blocked it, Dallas saw her crack
a bit of a smile. Taylor threw another punch at Betsy's head that Betsy
blocked and Dallas could see Taylor's frustration growing. Betsy threw another
punch that hit Taylor right underneath her mouth and he saw how angry Taylor
looked as her head jerked back.

An angry look on her face, Taylor bull-charged Betsy. Dallas looked at the
confident look on Betsy's face go away now looking like she didn't know what
to do. The almost 200 pound Taylor just kept charging at Betsy and she shoved
her on the ground. Dallas couldn't help but be disturbed seeing Betsy hit the
parking lot hard.

Betsy started to slowly get up, already looking like she was holding back
tears. She brushed her elbow like it was hurt as she stood up. Taylor looked
somewhat satisfied but still upset that she had taken a few punches. Evelyn
watched curiously but she was starting to look like she didn't want to be
there.

Betsy raised her fists again looking like she was trying to get her composure
back. Taylor charged at her again and even though she kept her fists up, Betsy
started to back up. Taylor just had her arms pushed up against her chest this
time and she barreled right into the girl she had over 60 pounds on before
Betsy could get a punch off. Betsy's small body was unable to take it and she
hit the ground even harder. Taylor had ran into her so hard that she fell on
top of her and he looked at Taylor looking like a beached whale as she just
lay on top of the smaller Betsy who looked like she was suffering.

"Get off of me!" Betsy said, very upset, as she looked helpless.

Taylor pushed her hands into Betsy's face and started pushing herself up like
that so she was sitting on Betsy's chest and she used her knees to pin down
her shoulders. Taylor now had a look of power on her face a she looked down at
Betsy who had a look of anger on her face that looked like it was masking
fear. Taylor punched Betsy in the face and with her arms pinned down, Betsy
had to fully take it. Taylor punched Betsy in the face again and Betsy let out
a whine.

"Evelyn, help me!" Betsy yelled, a bossy sound of entitlement in her voice
that made Dallas hate her since she was the one that started this whole thing.
Taylor raised her fist about to throw another punch. "Help Evelyn!" Betsy
screamed, now a full look of fear on her face.

Evelyn walked over towards them reluctantly. Taylor punched Betsy in the face
again and Betsy let out a scream. As Taylor prepared to throw another punch,
Evelyn walked up behind her and grabbed that arm. Taylor turned around and
shoved the thin Evelyn away from her. Taylor got right back to business,
turned back at Betsy, and punched her in the face again causing Betsy to let
out a grunt.

Evelyn walked up behind Taylor and started punching her back multiple times.
Taylor tried to ignore it but she punched Betsy's face again and the punch
looked less effective. Evelyn started punching Taylor's back hard enough where
Dallas could hear it and he wondered if Taylor could take both of these girls
at the same time.

"Um, I could use a little help over here, Dallas," Taylor said. "Especially
since I'm doing this defending you and all."

It was time for Dallas to fight and he felt nervous about it. But then he
looked at how thin Evelyn looked, still having the courage to punch a bigger
girl like Taylor, and he couldn't believe he was nervous. He moved over
towards the thin girl with no martial arts experience, ready to help.

He wrapped his arms around Evelyn in a bear hug from behind and yanked her
backwards. She felt light when he did that but as she struggled to get free
from him, her thin body felt stronger than it looked. She wasn't intimidated
by the fact that a brown belt guy had just grabbed her from behind and she was
fighting hard. Dallas tightened his arms but as she fought more, it felt
harder to hold onto her. He wasn't ready for it when she pulled her whole body
forward and pulled free from his hold.

Thinking she was going to go after Taylor again, he moved towards Evelyn, but
she turned around and faced him. He hadn't looked at her feet like he had with
Betsy so he didn't realize she had sneakers on until right then when her
sneakered foot kicked him in the shin. The pain shot through his lower leg and
he fell.

Once his body hit the parking lot hard he tried to get up but his vision was
blurry from how hard he hit and the pain in his shin from the kick was getting
worse so he fell right back down. He felt Evelyn's sneaker kick his rib and
even though he could tell there wasn't much power or any technique behind the
kick, it still hurt.

She kicked his side and the pain was building up to the point where he
couldn't get up and there was no way he could fight. She kicked him again and
as he lay on the ground getting beaten up by this hot, skinny girl with no
martial arts experience, he thought about how pathetic he was, having this
happen when he was a brown belt. Her foot kicked his side again and tears
started to come down his face. She kicked him again and he started to sob. He
prepared for another kick but it didn't come. He was able to look up to see
that Taylor had grabbed her and yanked her back, Taylor's bigger body looking
much stronger than Evelyn's skinny body, as Evelyn's body was flopping. Dallas
felt a little adrenaline that allowed him to sit up a bit more and more tears
came down his face. He saw Betsy was already up and running away. Taylor
tossed Evelyn's flimsy body easily. Evelyn stumbled over her own feet and her
hands hitting the side of Dallas's car were the only reason she was able to
stay on her feet. She took off running as well.

Dallas watched as Taylor got down on her knees next to him. He was still
crying after getting beaten up by a skinny girl and Taylor didn't look
judgmental about that at all. She looked like she cared about him and wanted
to help him. They weren't dating but he felt like he had unconditional love
from her. Taylor looked at the handsomest guy she had ever seen on the ground
crying. She didn't care why he was crying, she could just see he was suffering
and she wanted to make him better. She just wanted to soothe him when she took
her hand, put it behind his head, and started to rub it. But he was just so
adorable and she couldn't help but go in for a kiss. He couldn't see the rest
of her body as her face was coming towards him. When he didn't see the rest of
her heavy body, her face really did look pretty. But what he really saw was a
look of love in her eyes that he had never seen from Betsy or any girl he had
been with. When she started to kiss him, he grabbed the back of her head and
reciprocated.

Taylor closed her eyes and as she felt Dallas kissing her back, an elation
shot through her body like she had never felt. She had pursued this guy like
she had never pursued a guy before because she had wanted him so badly. Most
women would have given up on a guy that showed no interest in her like that
but she had kept pursuing him despite how many times he had made her feel
stupid. She wanted this kiss to last but at the same time she didn't want to
seem to desperate to make sure she got plenty more. She stopped the kissing
before he did. She looked down at him, tears still on his face, and for the
first time she felt like she had some hand.

"I think we're going to make a good couple," she said. "You are the best
looking guy I have ever seen. I knew from the moment I saw you that I wanted
you. You need to stop chasing girls like those two I just beat up. They're not
for you and they'll just hurt you. You need a girl who is going to care for
you and give you the love and attention you need. Girls like those two won't
do that. But I will. I promise now. You also need protection more than ever
right now because that dojo still might bully you some more and you've lost
the protection of Preston's dojo. I will keep you safe. Now come on. We're
going back to my apartment to cuddle. We'll have some wine and watch a movie.
You shouldn't be driving now so I'll drive you in my car and I can drive you
back here when we're done. Let's go."

She pulled him to her feet, started walking towards her car, and he followed.
She took his hand. It felt so good holding his hand. And that kiss had been
amazing.

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