Missed Opportunities 
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
Take what opportunities come your way, some you win, some you ...


Missed Opportunities

Ralph was angry, but really, he was annoyed, frustrated with himself as he'd
missed his opportunity to get out of his current predicament. But then again
it was his own fault, if only he'd remembered as he should have, then maybe he
wouldn't be in this situation! But it also came down to his own skills, his
lack of any credible talent, lack of determination and ability. The man wiped
the back of his hand across the lower part of his face, he winched as it hurt,
it was sore and stung quite a bit. He looked down at the smeared blood now on
the back of his hand, the mark that was testimony to how badly he'd performed
here.

But to be fair, it wasn't all just done to how bad he was, his opponent in all
this was good. obviously too good for him. But as he wiped the blood away from
the back of him hand onto his top his mind rolled back to how this had all
started ... ... !

It had all started a few hours earlier when Ralph had turned up at the sports
centre. It was a Thursday and it was also the day that he would normally be
here. Entering the building, and everything in the centre looked as it always
does. There was the quite good-looking youthful woman who always seemed to be
here. Fay was her name and she could have been an airhostess, a holiday rep,
or, as she was here, a sports centre receptionist. She was the happy, go
lucky, always on the move, always helpful and always smiling, type of a girl.

As always, the young woman smiled, waved at Ralph as he swiped his membership
card to go through the gate and make his way into the reception area. He'd
just come straight from work and not even managed to go home first yet, plus
his phone needed charging after that very long call that one of clients had
made to him. The call that had caused him to hang around for far too long in
the firm's carpark while he rustled through paperwork in his briefcase and
tried to calm his client down about her upcoming court case.

All of that had made him late and now he was rushing a bit too much to try and
catch up on lost time. He went to ask Fay, to call out across the open
reception area, to see if she'd seen ... ... ? But as he went to open his
mouth the phone there rung and the woman had instantly picked it up and was
now talking. But even so he caught her eye and was miming his question to her.
She smiled, knowing what he was on about and pointed towards and down the
corridor over to the left. Then she indicated 'around the corner', or
something like that. But he knew what she meant and nodded his thanks to her
as he moved off in that direction.

Down the corridor, that Fay had indicated too, he went and as he knew the
centre he also knew exactly where he was going. But more importantly, he also
knew what was at the other end of corridor. Surprisingly as he walked down it
there was only the sound of his own footsteps, the sounded echoed around him
and although he'd not noticed it before it was quite an unnerving sound,
strange how he'd not noticed it before! Almost as if there was something there
in his mind that was now making him notice things more!

The end of the corridor came to a T junction, to the right, led towards one of
the many sets of changing rooms and then off towards the swimming pool. But
Ralph didn't want that way. Fay had indicted 'around to the left' and that's
the way he now went. Which meant he was heading towards another set of
changing rooms and then to the squash courts area. Not that he was much of a
squash player, but today these courts where being used for, well something
else ... ... ! But before all of that Ralph had to get himself ready for this
evening's activities.

In the changing rooms near to the squash courts and Ralph had just about
sorted himself out. While he was in there, there was a constant flow of other
men all going through the ritual of getting out of their normal clothes and
into ... ... ! Into suitable attire for this evenings event!

It didn't take that long and he was ready, Ralph tightened the belt around his
waist, once again. In fact, he'd tightened that belt a least a dozen times
now, and as he made his way out of the changing room, he did it again. It was
almost as if he had something on his mind, or he was maybe, somewhat nervous
about something! Stepping out of the changing room he went into the corridor
that was at the centre of the squash court area. This corridor was long and,
on each side, there was a line of doors, each door with a different colour
just to add a bit of decoration to what otherwise would be have just been a
dull, grey, long concrete corridor. And behind each door was one of the squash
courts, a plain, simple, single court, just on the other side of each of those
coloured doors. But the corridor wasn't empty there was a line of men at the
start of this long corridor, a line of men who were all waiting.

Now Ralph joined the line of men that had gone through that changing room. A
line of men all dressed in, well there was men in shorts and tops, other
sportswear and martial arts gi's, but none of those in that line where here to
play squash. At the front of the que there was stood a young woman, with her
long and slightly curly mousy brown hair. The girl, well she was a young
woman, and Mandy, that was her name, she seemed to be the one in charge of
this line of men. She was dressed in her own set of martial arts gi's, but
unlike those men dressed this way, in their traditional white gi's, her set
was a quite girly pink set. Set off with a red belt around her slender, trim
waist and a clipboard in her hand. Which was the obvious indication that she
was the one in charge of this line.

As Ralph took his place in the line, above him was the ceiling of the
corridor, which then carried on upwards and formed the floor of the upper
walkway that went along and allowed spectators up there to look down into each
of the squash courts. A stroll down the walkway and you could peer into each
of the courts and watch the action going on as it happened. But as the
centre's Squash Club met on Mondays and Fridays, with completions on Sundays
and then it was open to all the other centre members on Tuesday, Wednesday
with family groups on Saturday ... ... What could be happening here in the
squash courts on a Thursday. A Thursday when they weren't being used?

So, what did happen on a Thursday? Well this Thursday, in particular, the
squash court area had been booked, fully booked, all the courts, by just one
person, and for one activity. But it was for a group activity that the courts
had been booked for, by the woman who ran her own little group here at the
sports centre. The woman was Valarie and the group? Well, this was a group of
likeminded ladies, who'd been selected and gathered together under the
controlled tutelage of the blond older woman, Valarie. To learn the lessons,
the skills, that this woman had to pass on in their martial arts classes.

Of course, the sports centre ran a number of different martial arts classes,
different levels, different age groups that sort of thing. And they also run
different styles and schools of martial arts, and any member of the centre
here could pick and choice the type and level that was right for them. From
beginner, novice, intermediate, even up to being quite 'good!' But then there
was also a couple of more specialised and different groups at the centre. One
group, at least, was just a bit more 'different' than the rest, and for a
number of different reasons!

To start with Valarie's martial arts group was for women only, which was one
of the reasons it was different. Plus, with this group, it was how the ladies
'used' their skills that could also be described as 'different.' There was
none of this, 'it's for self-defence only' or 'it's the fitness,
self-discipline side that's important', no there was none of that. For the
ladies that were invited to join this group, as you did have to be approached
and invited, this was a group about fitness, yes, but also strength, power,
and skill. But most of all, the learning here was about understanding,
developing, and then using this new 'talent', this skill. After all there's no
point in having a skill, if you can't use it!

'Oh!' and as this was a martial arts skill that were being taught, leant here
in the group, there was also a need to practice, to fully understand these
moves, to put this talent to a good use. And for that the ladies needed
'someone' to practice on and to show their talent off with, someone to use
this skill and to control them with it!

So, if you were perhaps 'someone' who was up on that walkway, above that
corridor and with the ability to look over into those squash courts, to peer
over into all those courts. To see for yourself just how the women in this
group that Valerie had selected, and had brought together, see just how these
women were learning. How they were developing their new skills, how they used
their new talent and of course you would be able to see just how strong, and
controlling these women could be!

So, you start to stroll and you would see that all the courts were mostly set
out the same for this evenings 'booking.' In the centre area of the court
there were a number of those blue type martial arts mats, all laid-out next to
each other to make one large rectangular area that took up most of the court
floor. Plus, in each court there was of course at least one of the ladies from
Valarie's group, each lady ready to put their new learnt skills through a bit
of a 'practical' session. And being 'martial arts' each lady then needed an
opponent to practice her moves on, and that's where Mandy outside in the
corridor came in. As the men lined-up, it was then her job to see who was next
and then send that man to the coloured court door that she thought was most
appropriate. To the court that 'he' would be best be suited to!

For the young woman in the pink gi's, Mandy, the one with the clipboard, which
told her which lady was in which court it was a bit of a fun job. Well Mandy
was known to have quite a sense of humour, not that she would let that
influence her choice of which man went to what court!

So, you're up on the walkway and you go over to the left, you would now be
peering down into court number 1. Which was no different from any of the other
courts here, apart from the yellow door and number 1 on the outside of it.
Looking down into the yellow door court and at the far end of those blue mats
laid-out there and you would see a woman stood there. A woman in her bare feet
and dressed in a set of light yellow gi's and with a dark yellow belt wrapped
around her waist. She looks as if she was in her 30's, early to mid-30's
possibly, and Hayley, that was her names wasn't the prettiest of women here at
the sports centre, but she was OK. She also had a bit of a reputation for
being a woman who if you were lucky enough to get her into bed, well she was
quite a goer and could wear out the best of men. Looks weren't everything, but
'performance' was!!

A reputation like this meant that she got a lot of attention, even for a woman
with a few rough edges and a bit of a coarse look about her, and she did get a
lot of attention. So, looking down into that squash court, down onto the woman
you'd see her shoulder length, fair and curly hair, with all those dark roots
quite clearly visible. But you'd also see the man that had just walked into
that court, the one that had stopped suddenly and was now stood on the
opposite end of that blue matted area.

The man was Darrell he was a big man, not muscular, just broad, steady, the
robust kind of big, he was a big black man. Now he was here this evening, for
the same reason all those other men where here, all stood outside in the
corridor, They'd all see a poster that had been put up, inviting all the men
who came to the sports centre, that used the gym and the facilities here,
tonight. All around the centre where these posters, these adverts, signs, put
up all over the place and they read ... ...

'An opportunity not to be missed, this Thursday, starting at 7:00pm,

Come and assist one of our ladies' groups,

For a 'One on One' with one of our ladies,

One of you men & one of our ladies,

let's see how good you are men, how fit you are against a woman,

who will come out on top? Only one way to find out!

Don't miss this opportunity men to get to grips with one of our ladies.'

(Dress sports kit, any kind, ready for some action!)

It was an 'interesting' poster and it was one that could be interpreted in a
number of different ways! And of course, maybe some, mostly all of those men
that where now lined up in the corridor here this evening had read what they
wanted to in all this! And for Valarie who'd put the posters up, it had worked
out just right, she'd wanted a good attendance for this and she'd got it.
Plus, she knew that the men who did put themselves forwards for this would,
ultimately, get something 'different' out of the experience. She was sure they
would!

So back in court number 1 and Darrell, who'd just entered through the yellow
door was now looking across the mated area to the woman dressed in a yellow
gi. The woman who had this stern, almost scornful look on her face. But maybe,
just maybe this look wasn't due to the fact that she wasn't the prettiest
woman here, or maybe this look was because this man, Darrell, was her
ex-lover! The 'couple' had had a bit of a fling, an affair. And yes, it was an
affair as Darrell was married, still married and had been seeing Hayley behind
his wife's back. Well doing a bit more than just 'seeing' her, as Hayley did
get quite intense when she got her claws into a man.

But the man had done the dirty on Hayley, well he'd done that already on his
wife so he thought it was OK to do it to this 'other woman' too. He'd got
bored, not of Haley she was good, very good, but he was a man that liked,
craved the excitement of 'the chase.' Then as always, he got bored and his eye
would catch a new one to chase! So, he'd moved on, but doing the dirty on his
wife was one thing, doing it on Hayley, this woman, the one now stood on the
other side of those mats, that was different. She didn't like it being done to
her, not one bit, and now she wanted ... ... ! Well let's just say she wanted
to get her own back, one way or another and this little event that Valarie had
laid on this evening, she though it would be a good way of getting this man
out of her system, so to speak. But now that he'd walked into her court, well
Hayley thought it must be her lucky day today. Now that she had him all alone,
she was now ready to ... ... !

Hayley had of course thought about dropping the man in it with his wife, but
somehow seeing him there across the court, dressed in a pair of long dark
joggers and a white t-shirt. The woman who hadn't expected this particular man
to walk into 'her' court, she'd expected any other man but not him. But now he
was here, she had a few thoughts, a few ideas and a few things she wanted to
get off her chest, so to speak! As for the man, he was, well to say the least
a bit shocked to see that it was Hayley who was stood there, he expected, well
he wasn't sure what, who to expect, but it wasn't her! After all he'd just
finished with her, he was moving onto someone new, that was the fun, the
challenge of getting a woman, before he got bored and move on.

Outside the yellow court, in the corridor as the black man had walked through
that yellow door the girl, Mandy, with her clipboard, who'd indicated to
Darrell that was the door for him, well she grinned. Actually, it was more of
a smile, it was almost as if she knew that putting 'that man' into the yellow
court with 'that woman' would 'probably' cause a bit of a stir!

In the yellow court and still a bit bemused by all this Darrell was wondering
just what was going on here when he saw his ex-lover take a step towards him
across those mats. Then keeping her head still, her eyes fixed on the man and
that contemptuous expression still on her face. The woman gave a kind of a
lazily turn of her body, her arms hanging down loosely as the rest of her
twisted. Going to the side her body turned but not too fast, defiantly a
sluggish looking move, but she carried on going around, into a kind of a spin,
of sorts. Now she was going all the way around, once, then twice her body
moved, spinning around, all the time she was getting closer to the man, stood
there. Getting closer and closer, and as she spun, she got faster and then,
WHACK! UUUFFFHHH!

Even though she was moving, spinning the man didn't move out the way as all
this, all that was going on here was somewhat confusing to him. He missed the
opportunity to get out the way as his head couldn't get around the fact, that
he was now stuck in this court with her, Haley. The woman who was his
ex-lover, the one he'd had a fling with and who was now flinging herself
around and heading his way. But what didn't miss in all this was the woman's
foot, as coming around she raised her leg and then drove her bare foot into
the centre of the man, her ex-lover, the one she'd taken to her bed and the
man who dumped her. Driving her foot hard into him, making sure as she put
that foot in, she put a 'little' extra behind it. So much so that the blow
caused Darrell's whole body to shudder, at the same time driving the air out
of his body. He jolted as she stuck and at the same kind a slight grin
appeared across Hayley's stern face.

With that foot going hard into him, the shock of being struck had brough the
man's thoughts now fully back to his current situation, which was ... ...
CRUNCH! OOOUUUHHH! Having been hit in the body Darrell had screwed his face
up, closed his eyes and tensed himself, so he could deal with the hard blow
he'd received. And then before he'd had the chance to caught his breath, to
opened his eyes again, the woman all in yellow had struck again. This time it
was her open flat hand that had driven up into Darrell's chin, sending the
man's head sharply backwards, causing his jaw to give off a loud, 'cracking'
sound and sending a throbbing pain up into the top of his head and around his
brain.

That second blow had forced his body to shake, from his head that had been
driven backwards, down his torso, arms, hands and fingers. Carrying on through
his legs, which wobbled and now down to his feet. It was a feeling that
Darrell hadn't had before and it took a moment or two before that shaking
feeling had faded. But while he shook the woman was already into her next
move, taking half a step backwards Haley was now throwing herself around into
a spin. Then as if it had all been timed to perfection, as the man's head came
bouncing back and forwards, she was coming out of her twirling spin. Her leg
was raised, her foot ready to strike, THUD!

For Darrell it was as if it had all gone in slow motion as his head bounced
back his eyes opened and all he saw out the far corner of his eye was this
flash of white and yellow as the woman's leg and foot where coming around to
strike him. Hayley's foot struck the side of her ex-lover's face and then the
sole of her bare foot was almost drawn, forcefully across his face. All the
way across his face her foot went, and at this moment if he could have thought
straight, he would have thought this was her way humiliating him. For her it
was a straightforward, spin and kick into his face. A kick she'd like to
deliver a 100 more times over and over again!

As she delivered that blow and her foot came back down to the floor the woman
hopped, twisted her body around and, THUD! OOOWWWHHH! There was her second
spinning kick, straight after the first, a second strike, sending her other
foot to the opposite side of this one's face. A second time that a bare female
foot had struck and been dragged across his face, but this time it came from
the opposite direction. This second hit, striking so quickly after the first,
again made his body jerk and shudder, and with two rapid blows Darrell went
staggering backwards, BANG! There was the loud sound of the big man falling
backwards against the squash court door. A sound that seemed to echo around
the place.

Outside in the corridor and the men in the line all waiting to get their
opportunity for a 'One on One with one of the ladies.' They all heard that
sound of 'something' crashing against the door of the yellow courts. There
were a few concerned looks between some of the men, as for Mandy she just
smiled and looked at the next few men in line. Looking down at her list and
thinking to herself which of these men would best be 'suited' to which
coloured door!

Back in the yellow court and Darrell came bouncing back off of the door and
straight into, 'OOOWWWHHH!' THUD! Hayley was ready for him as he toppled back
towards her, she reached out grabbed him, turned her body and took the big
black man up off his feet, over her twisting body and slammed him down, hard,
into the mats. Having tossed him over, put him down the woman stood tall,
strolled past her ex-lover laying there trying to catch his breath, WHACK! A
lazy foot went into the bottom of his chin, his head went flying back, his
body followed and roll over across the mats.

She carried on past him and up towards her end of the mats, with her back to
the man she began to pull her gi jacket out of her belt and off of her. This
was Darrell's chance, the woman with her back to him, not concentrating on
him, not hitting him, he should have been up on his feet and attacking her
from behind, it would be his only chance. But he missed his opportunity,
wasn't strong enough to get over what she'd put him through, wasn't thinking
straight and wasn't man enough to turn the tables on this woman.

All he could do was slowly start to push himself upwards, in the hope he could
try and using his usual smooth talking to get himself out of all this. With
her yellow gi jacket off Hayley revealed that underneath she was wearing a
yellow sports crop top, she dropped the jacket and now reached down to a pair
of yellow pair of those fingerless gloves that people use for 'sports
training' that just happened to be laying there. She stood up, pulled the
gloves on and now turned back to the man, who was halfway up and had now
stopped himself to see how his ex-lover and how she was now dressed, 'what the
... ... ?'

Hayley half lifter her hands and gloves, and the woman who had a liking for
the colour yellow took a couple of steps towards the man. She obviously had
more plans for this one and now there was this definite grin, a half smile on
her face. Hayley was pleased, very pleased that it had been this man that had
entered her yellow court, she must remember to thank Mandy for sending in this
one. It'd all worked out so well, almost as if it had been set up for her! But
there was still some more for Hayley to 'discuss' with Darrell about the way
he'd treated her. There was a lot more the woman needed to go over with him,
stuff like, WHACK! THUD! SMACK! ARRRRRHHHHH!

So up on the walkway that's what you would have seen peering down into court
number 1, the one on the left. Moving across to the other side and looking
over into the next court and there was another, surprising sight there too ...
... !

Court number 2, had been set somewhat differently from court 1, there was of
course those blue mats. But also, there were a few of those old kinds of
vaulting horses placed out in the court, the old solid wooden kind. Sport
equipment left over from a bygone age that had somehow found its way into one
of the store rooms here at the sports centre, and now in this sports court.
There were two of those old horses and also one of the newer, more modern
pommel horses too. There were those blue mats laid out, close by the equipment
as if from someone to use the equipment to jump over them. But all of this in
a squash court, it almost looked like a bit of an obstacle course or something
like that!

But apart from the equipment there was just two people there, a woman from
Valarie's select little martial arts group and there was also a man stood
there too. A man who was looking quite confused and unsure of what this was
all about, as he'd been expecting something 'different!' Squash court 2 had a
door were the bottom half was black and the top half was white, not very
imaginative but when the doors had been painted, they had run out of bright
colours, so this had to do.

Inside and the woman here, well the girl here, as she was quite young, had
also matched the way she was dressed with the colour of the court door. The
redhead girl, with her plain but mildly cute looks, with those freckles that
went, annoyingly, for her, across her cheeks and nose. She was again bare foot
and dressed in a pair of black gi bottoms and a white jacket top, and the belt
around her waist was black. But if you knew the girl, Jenny, you'd be
surprised as she was more into her gymnastic rather than any martials arts.
So, wearing a black belt was probably more of a fashion thing, make it all
look kind of right, that sort of thing. Yes, that was probably why it was a
black belt, no other reason!

So, there in court number 2 was Jenny, the young girl in her mixed set of
gi's, her freckly face, her long red hair tied in two pigtails, the girl that
really didn't have that scary female martial arts look about her. Not in the
same way that Hayley looked. No, this girl was too young looking, she was just
a schoolgirl in a set of miss-matching coloured gi's this girl didn't know any
martial arts, did she?

Then there was the man that was in court number 2 with her, he was much bigger
than her, and older. A man dressed in a pair of red sports bottoms and a white
top. But he looked as if he belonged in a sports centre like this, a man who
knew what he was doing, with his rough, tough looking face, his shaven head
and unshaven face. And he did belong in a place like this, the sports centre
and the gym that is, not a squash court. He was a weights man, a lifter, the
man who held the most records here in the gym for all sort of stuff like that.
He certainly wasn't a squash player.

Nor was his Niece a squash player, but she was a newish member of Valarie's
little select group of women that she was training, and yes, the man was the
girls Uncle and he had a tendency to be not a very nice Uncle. Marcus, that
was his name was a bit of a bully in many ways, here in the gym to other
members of the centre, to his family, to his Niece. The man because of his
size and strength got his own way, all the time, that sort of thing, and he
was a man that treated women as, well like he treated his weights. They were
something he owned, something he used, and they were something that was there
when he wanted it, that's how he treated woman.

He was also a bit of a letch; Jenny had seen the way he'd looked at her from
time to time when she'd got home from school and he was there. He'd stare at
her with this look that the girl just didn't like, it creeped her out
sometimes. So that was Uncle Marcus!

But now Uncle Marcus was here in squash court number 2, expecting to 'get to
grips' with a woman here, so he'd walked into the court with a big grin on his
face. But it was only to see his Niece Jenny stood there, now that was a bit
of a coincidence, wasn't it? Almost as if someone had planned it to work out
this way!

So 'Uncle' Marcus had stepped inside, seen all those vaulting horse things
around the room and then seen his grinning Niece there. Who seemed to be
happily surprised that it was her Uncle who stepped into her court, 'now how
good was that!' Well Marcus naturally thought this was some kind of a wind up.
He turned to walk out the court, muttering to himself something about a 'waste
of my time', when, THUD! When he'd turned his back on Jenny to leave, it was
the girl who had the opportunity and she wasn't going to miss this. It was her
chance to make Uncle Marcus pay for the way he treated everyone and her. As he
reached out to the door the girl, who was halfway in the court, she ran, just
a couple of steps then she leaped up. The pommel horse was nearby, it was
between her and her Uncle. So, she reached out, her right hand went for the
pommel, the handed, and grabbed hold. This allowed the girl to swing her body
around, all the way around it came and now her bare feet were heading,
forcefully, into the back of the man who though he was just about to leave!

The soles of the young girls two feet went driving squally into Marcus' back.
The blow sends him thundering forwards, across that short distance and into
the courts door he was already pulling open, BANG! The sound of the man, his
face and then body being driven into the door, then it slamming shut again
made the men lined up outside in the corridor turn their heads and look. With
some surprised, inquisitive and worried looks at that black and white door of
court 2. Men wondering what was going on inside, but it made Mandy smile, just
a bit!

Back in the court and as the bigger man had been driven into that door the
girl was now back down on her feet and stood behind him, giggling. Hitting
that solid door had shaken Marcus, made his head and body quiver and shudder,
as he took a step backwards away from the door, back into the court. He shook
his head, opened his eyes, as he felt the throbbing pain in the centre of his
face, he could also now see blood that was smeared on the door. He wiped his
face with his hand looked into it, could see more smeared blood, his anger at
this made him stamp his feet as if he was some petulant little child. But in
reality, he was now a big angry man!

Marcus turned around sharply to see his Niece Jenny stood there, a smile still
on her face, a smirk that made the Uncle start to almost shake with fury, that
this little ... ... WHACK!

Before he could even think just how he was going to rip her apart, the girl,
his Niece had moved, struck him. Jenny was fast, to quick for this weights
man, maybe her gymnastic training was about to al pay off, plus those extra
lessons that Valarie had taught her too! The girl came at the man, taking a
good step forward, towards him. And as one bare foot came down, the leg behind
her came swinging, fast, straight and forwards now. A swinging kick where her
foot came up, high, striking the bottom of Marcus jaw. Sending his head flying
backwards, also sending more shockwaves through his head then messing around
inside it, at the same time catapulting his body rearwards.

The kick to his lower jaw sent him tumbling backward, but it was a short
distance back to that door, followed by another loud, BANG! Outside and once
again the eyes of the men in that line were all focused back onto the door of
court number 2. As the Uncle Marcus fell again against the door he bounced
straight back and into Niece Jenny, who was waiting for hm. Ready, in position
to grab onto her Uncle as he fell back to her, then taking hold and using his
weight, height, momentum to her advantage. She turned, twisted her body, took
him up off of his feet and flung the man over her smaller, girly body, THUD!

Over he went, he stumbled, tumbled and fell against and into one of those
large, old, heavy, wooden vaulting horses. Once more going head first into the
object, his forehead crashed into the solid object, then went dragging across
the wooden frame, bruising, grazing, cutting him there. Leaving a mark that
would tell everyone that he'd messed with the wrong little redhead girl! But
that blow to his head was the least of his worries right now, it was the
humiliation of this girl, his own Niece beating him with some simple moves
that was getting right under the man's skin.

Falling into the horse, knocking his head, had also made him man drop down
onto his knees at the bottom of the wooden object. But he could still think,
could still get angry and he could still get up onto his feet and tear that
girl apart, even if she was his own Niece! His hand grabbed onto the wood as
he dragged himself back up, and he did manage to get back up, even if he was a
bit wobbly on those feet. He quickly looked around but there was no sign of
the girl, 'where is she?' All Marcus could see was those stupid pieces of
gymnastic equipment. "where are you, come here, you little ... ... !"

But before he could finish his inquisitive question there was a noise from
behind him. He turned quickly but all there was there was that second large
vaulting horse, and no Jenney, no sign of the girl. But then, there again,
there was a sound, and it was coming from behind the wooden object. Marcus
managed a nasty grin and just as he was about to move towards the object,
"coming Uncle, ready or not!" WOOOSSSHHH! THUD!

Before he had chance to set off around the horse to find the girl, the girl
was coming up and over the horse, to find him! All Marcus saw was the top of
her head, her red hair as she went up, then the rest of her started to appear.
How she managed it he didn't know but she must have jumped, or something, and
now the rest of her was coming up too. The redhead girl dressed in that mixed
match black and white gi outfit. Her arms and hands went up, then came down,
down onto the top of the vaulting horse, which was immediately followed by the
rest of her body. It was like she was giving a perfect demonstration of how to
vault over one of these things.

Then as her body was up high, as her arms, hands where pushing down on the top
of the horse her legs came around in an almost scissor like action. Jenny was
showing that those gymnastics lessons where now paying off. As she came up and
over, Marcus had watched, taken a couple of steps closer to the horse as he
was now wondering just where she was going to end up with this jumping move of
hers?

As her legs came around the girl pushed down on her hands so she was now
spring off the horse and ... ... and there was only one place she was going to
go, and that was to send her feet as the came around and together. Sending
them straight into her Uncle's face, THUD! The force of the vaulting blow had
definitely broken the man's nose, well two bare young female feet, at speed,
into his face, was bound to cause some damage, wasn't it. The vaulting blow
also sent Marcus flying backwards, sending him crashing back into the other
solid wooden horse. Well two feet in your face, it was bound to take any man
off his feet, wasn't it!

The Uncle smashed back into the wooden horse and dropped down to the floor, as
he lay there dazed, trying to shake his head clear, at the same time his Niece
seemed to disappear, again. A second or two later and he could focus again,
and Niece Jenny had definitely vanished, but ... ... "Come on Uncle, get up
and try and find me again, promise I won't be that hard to find!"

It was about now that Marcus was starting to think that this was all a bad
idea, and that his darling little Niece Jenny just might be a girl that he'd
over estimated. But now he just had one real thought, and that was to get out
of here, so he dragged his hurt body upwards and back onto his shaky legs. At
that moment he heard a sound and instinctively he turned around only to see,
"Oh Shit!" ... ... WOOOSSSHHH! THUD! OOOWWWHHH!

So up on the walkway if you was to move on and let the Uncle and Niece finish
their own little family differences, and you moved further down and back over
to the left side, you'd be able to look over into squash court number 3 and
see what was going on in there!

This court again had a colourful door, this time it was red and blue, all in
stripes, a lot of stripes, red, blue, then red, then blue again and so on all
that way across it. To look at it for to long could give someone and bit of a
headache, which also matched the couple of sore and aching heads that where
already inside that court! And if you were to look over and down into the red
& blue court then you'd see ... ... !

Down inside the court and this time it was bare apart from that blue mating
that took up most of the floor area. The other thing that was noticeable in
this room were the two women stood there, and maybe it was just a coincident
but one was wearing a red set of martial arts gi's and the other woman was
wearing a blue set! That must be a bit of a fluke!

The woman in the red set was Julie, tall, with long dark hair that was current
tied back and out the way. She was also attractive, being in her early 30's
and with dark piercing eyes. Julie was also noticeable as her gi jacket was
pushed quite open as if she'd already been in a bit of a ruck on the mats, her
ample breasts all held in by a red sports top could be clearly seen. The other
woman here, the one on the blue set of gi's was Tina, again she was tall and
again attractive, attractive and black. Her hair was much shorter with an afro
curl to it and her big red lips looked quite succulent. Through the gap in her
jacket, large sharply breasts could also be seen, so could her blue sport top
that held them. So, two attractive, and if you watched closely, two
accomplished martial arts females where here in court number 3, plus there was
... ... !

At this moment it was Tina who was the woman who was in the centre of those
mats, practicing her moves, so to speak, and by the side Julie was stood
watching. But there was also a couple of 'other's here inside this court, two
men to be precise. Two men who'd been first in the queue out in the corridor
earlier, two men who'd been quite happy when they were told by the girl Mandy,
they could both go to court number three. The men, the black man, Tony and his
white friend Raymond had both hoped that the girl Mandy was going to be part
of this, whatever this was. As they'd both already noticed her and both wanted
the opportunity to get to know her that 'bit better!'

But things hadn't quiet gone the way the men had hoped, they'd missed an
opportunity to get to know Mandy and instead had walked into the room, the
court where their wives were waiting! Waiting for whoever it was that stepped
through that door, and luckily for them it had been their husbands! Which was
indeed a bit of luck, as the women wanted to have a quiet 'chat' with their
'men!'

The women had wanted to 'speak' to them about how they'd been chatting to far
too many of the women here at the centre, in fact they had done more than just
'chat!'

When the men walked in, saw their wives there, how they were dressed, the
room, they knew they were in trouble. It hadn't help that the men had 'hit' on
each of their 'friends; wives here too! In fact, the men had discussed it over
a beer. In fact, they'd even had a bet as to who could get off with whose
wife, well it was just a bit of 'fun' to them ... ... but to the women! Well
it was obvious by the looks on their attractive faces what they were thinking!
That's when them quickly turned to leave, deciding it was best to get out
there and that's when, WHACK! CRACK! SMACK! THUD! That's when the women showed
their disapproval, and showed off the new skills they'd learnt in these
classes they'd been going to!

At the edge of the mat, where the white woman Julie was stood, lay the body of
the black man Tony. He was already laid out, out cold, and on the floor.
Having been knocked around the room and then knocked out by Julie. The woman
he'd 'hit on' as part of a bet with his friend, the woman who'd now hit him.
The one who'd finished him off with her bare foot straight into his face after
she and his wife had slapped, smack, hit, punched him around the court for
being a no good 'Male!' Out cold now he couldn't see what his wife was doing
to his friends, but his wife could. Julie, her foot on the downed Tony's face,
as if in some victory pose, watched and liked the way in which her friend Tina
was handling 'her man', SMACK! OOUUFF!

The way the black woman came out of her spinning move, as her leg went up, as
it came around, as her bare black foot went thundering into the side of
Julie's husbands face. It was good to watch, Raymond's body shock, dropped to
his knees. His body still trembled as his battered, bloody face, the face of a
white man now looked up at the attractive black woman, in her blue gi, as she
strolled up to him. Tina's hands grabbed onto the side of this one's head
then, CRUNCH! UUUUHHHH! Her knee shot up into Raymond's jaw, his head,
followed by the rest of him flew backwards, now there was a second down and
out cold man lying there on the mats!

With both men down that just left the ladies there for a moment. Julie stepped
off Tony's face and over him. She moved over towards the black woman, her
friend Tina. Slipping her arm around Tina's slender waist, placing her hand on
her arse, the dark-haired white woman moved in close and kissed her dark
skinned 'friend.' Teaching their men, a lesson had got both women in a good
mood, and now maybe ... ... well who knows? But as they carried on kissing
both women knew that after all this, there were going to be a few 'changes'
made!

Up on the walkway and if you then moved down and across to the other side
there was even more to see in court number 4! This was the court with the
orange coloured door and inside ... ... !

Inside if you looked over the edge of the upper walkway, you'd see older
woman, a blond, who was at this moment in the middle of the matted area and on
the floor. But she wasn't alone down there, she was in a tight grip with a
male who'd gone into the orange court looking for ... ... ! Well whatever he'd
been looking for he didn't find it; in fact, he'd found only trouble and it
came in the shape of Susan!

Yes, Susan was an 'older' woman, one of those 'fit' Milf's, fit in both ways.
A good looking Milf that came here to the sports centre and even in her set of
orange gi's with her short curly hair the woman still looked good. But even so
she was still down on those mats and with the much younger male who'd stepped
through that door. But even though this lad, Toby, was young, strong and fit
in his own way, he was no match for this mature female!

He already 'suffered' at her hands, her fists, legs, knees and feet and now
having been thrown and dropped down onto the mats the mature Milf had pounced
and flung herself down on him. Grabbing, gripped, taking hold of him and it
was now more like a wrestling match that, by the looks of it, the lad was also
going to lose! With her strong arm around his neck and throat, her sturdy
female legs hooked around his youthful, hurt and bruised body. Holding and
securing him she now had a tight grip and tighten it even more. Squeezing her
body against his, draining his strength, his resolve and cutting off his air
supply to his body.

The lad wouldn't be able to hold out for long, not against this woman, but she
still had one more tick up her sleeve, so to speak. Well she had a hand free
and now it dived in, down into the is youthful male joggers as she grabbed
hold of ... ... 'OOOWWWHHH!' The Milf who wasn't new to getting a good boy
cock in her hand, now worked this boy she was grappling and wrestling. Having
beat him and tossed him down on the mats, having grabbed and wrestled him, and
now as she gripped and chocked him. His final humiliation was going to be her
milking him, and her hand was doing that quite nicely!

She'd make sure, and she did have the skill, that this lad would know what
she'd done to him, before she cut off that last bit of air and made him pass
out. She'd make sure that he knew it was her who down all this to him. She'd
teach him, it would be the last time her Son forgot her birthday!

After watching all that, there was still a few more courts left that could be
seen from the walkways as you made your way down it. That was of course if you
wanted to witness some more of this evening's events going on!

Court number 5, with the pink coloured door and inside there where the two
ladies dress, in pink! Karren and Kirsty, a Mother and Daughter duo, double
the women, double the trouble for the man that was in that court with them.
That man was Thomas, and just at this moment he was having a particularly bad
time at the hands of the older woman, the Mother, Karren. The mature female
had been pleased when this particular man had walked through that door, almost
as if it had been planned! As Karren was here to show her Daughter, who was
new to all this, a few 'moves!' And who better to demonstrate these moves on
than her Daughter, Kirsty's school teacher!

After all he was the man that was causing Kirsty some grief at school. He was
a new teacher, a strict teacher, a teacher, a man who seemed to have picked
Kirsty out in his lessons as the class troublemaker. Well she was no angle at
school, she mucked around a bit too much, liked to chat to her friends, and
defiantly talked too much. All that sort of thing and was no good at most of
this education stuff. But that was no reason for him to pick on her, was it!
So now the Mother was using the teacher as her 'demonstration man' for her
Daughter's martial arts education. Now this was the kind of lesson that the
young schoolgirl could really get her teeth into, so to speak.

WHACK! UUUUHHHHH! Thomas, the tall man in his early 30's dropped down onto his
knees, the older woman Karren had really gone to town on this one.
Demonstrating how to kick, punch, slap, how to use a knee, a foot, a fist and
where to aim, on a man. The woman had hit, struck, thrown and kneed the man
and Kirsty had eagerly watched, and taken it all in. And now it was her turn!

The woman in her pink gi had taken the man back down onto his knees, for a
second, no a third time, with her last strike. Now with him down there she
took a step away from the knelt Thomas there in the centre of the matter area.
He coughed, spluttered and managed to open, if only slightly one of his
swollen eyes. Only to see his 'student', the naughty one, now coming towards
him, 'Shit!' As the young girl, also in a pink gi now strolled up to her
teacher she grinned, smiled then took a large step, hopped and kicked out.
Sending her bare young foot fast and hard into the bottom of the knelt man's
jaw, WHACK! OOOOOHHHHH!

Back up on the walkway and there were still more courts to look down into.
Court number 6 with the green door and the small oriental woman in her jade
coloured gi who was happily taking on two bigger men than her. That's because
this small oriental flower, Meiying, that was her name, well she thought that
one man was never enough, especially when you were beating them! WHACK! SMACK!
WHACK! ARRRRRHHHH! OOOWWWHHH! And she'd only just started on these two, the
two so called builders who hadn't done a good job so far on her property. But
they'd learn to do better, or else!

There were also things happening in court 7 with the purple door, where Joanna
and Madeleine were on the verge of destroying Simon and Phillip. Plus, in
court 8 with its brown door, where inside Kevin couldn't believe how his Aunty
Caroline was punishing him so hard and so much!

So, as you could see there was a lot going on if you took a walk down that
walkway and peered over into all the courts that were being used this evening,
but there was more to follow. As each lady or ladies finished with what they
were given to start with, they would open the court door step back and wait
for the young woman out in the corridor to send in their next ... ...
'victim!' This was again Mandy's time to put her talent for choosing who went
where into practice ... ... !

She would now point to each man that walked past her, telling him which
coloured door to go to, then stopped the line of eager men as again each court
was 'full!' The rest of the men would have to wait their turn! The men all
still thinking they where going to get their special kind of a 'One on One'
with a lovely lady!

James was the next man into the yellow number 1 court. The door seemed to
close behind him and there was the sight of Hayley in her yellow gi bottoms,
yellow sports top and those yellow fingerless gloves. Plus, there was also the
body of a battered black man there on the floor next to her, 'Oh Shit!' He now
regretted having that heated discussion with this woman last week about how
women were no good at sports! And now as a grinning Hayley made her way
towards him, THUD! SMACK!

Across the way in court 2 with the black and white door and a new man Karl was
told by Mandy that this was where he was to go. As he stepped into the court
and could see the mats and those strange vaulting horses, so he was a bit
confused. Then he saw the big man laying there on the floor next to one of
those wooden objects. It was his friend, who he was always weight lifting
with, and could see the blood on his unconscious face. Then there was a sound,
Karl turned to see of flash of black, white and red coming straight at him and
then, WHACK!

Moving along to court number 3 with its red and blue striped door and Mandy
now let two more men got to that door. John and Sebastian wondered what
delights were waiting for them inside, but as they entered, they saw the two
men on the floor, then a seconds later saw the two women! The black woman and
her white girlfriend! Well they were kissing as the men entered and the woman
looked quite upset that they'd been interrupted! The women stopped, turned and
recognised the men as friends of their husbands. These new men quickly
realised there was trouble here and took the opportunity to turn and leave the
court. But the women were now in a mood for some other 'fun' and they moved a
bit quicker. These new men needed to be taught a lesson for their rude
interruption. You don't interrupt canoodling women, so SMACK! WALLOP!
OOOOWWWW! OOOOUCH!

In court number 4, the one with that orange door and there was now a man who
entered through that door. He was Ralph and he'd been in a bit of rush to get
here this evening, having been delayed leaving work early by a phone call. But
now he was here and ready for so 'fun!', so was pleased when Mandy outside had
smiled at him and told him court number 4. But things changed as he entered
through that orange door and saw ... ... !

Well seeing his wife, Susan, there in her set of orange gi, was one bad thing,
then seeing his Son Toby on the floor in a state of, well there was a strange
look on his face to say the least. It looked as if the Son had been given a
right going over by his Mother, 'But why?' Then the man, the husband
remembered, 'It was Susan's birthday and he'd forgot!' 'Oh Shit!'

He was in so much trouble, so, so much trouble it was unbelievable, and all he
could think about was, 'RUN!' But as he took the opportunity to get out, he
made the mistake of taking one last look down at his Son there on the floor,
knowing he'd have to leave him there, but that second he took was his mistake,
he'd lost his chance to escape and, WHACK! SMACK! THUD! CRUNCH! ARRRRRHHHHH!
Ralph had forgotten a birthday and not got away in time, so he was now going
to pay for his mistake. She was going to make sure he paid, big time!

Down in court 5 and behind that pink door and two new men walked through into
that court. Well one man and his young Son, so it now a case of pink and blue,
old and young, male and female! Mandy had though it might mix things up there
in that court and she was right, in a way. When the 'men' walked in the Mother
Karen grinned as she spied the younger male here and her Daughter, Kirsty!
Well the young female was getting a liking for 'dealing' with an older man!
But for these 'men' the opportunity for some 'fun' was missed as pink
immediately went to work on blue!

In the next court, the one with the green door, court number 6 and again there
were some new arrivals for the woman there, for Meiying to 'meet!' Again,
there were two men, as the small oriental female in her jade gi did like to
double her fun. These men were a plumber and electrician, who coincidently the
woman wanted to take the opportunity to 'talk' to about some work that needed
doing at her place. But before that she needed to, SMACK! CRACK!

In the last of the courts here and behind the purple door of court 7, Omar,
Colin and Emilio where now getting to know Joanna and Madeleine, but it wasn't
a nice, 'get to know you', not in any way was it nice. Finally, inside the
last court, number 8 on the other side of the brown door and Aunty Caroline
was very pleasantly surprised when her younger Nephew, Gareth walked in. He
stopped in some shock at seeing his, lovely, Aunty there, the smiling woman
who was making her way to him now with that strange grin on her face and,
OOOWWWHHH!

So up on that walkway was Valarie, the blond older woman who started this
little, but very special, private martial arts club. As she finished peering
over into the last of the courts, she now turned to the small group of ladies
who were up there with her, watching all this. "So, ladies, you can see what
we do here, what my ladies learn here in our group. Who would like to join us
... ... ?"