Children Of A Lesser God 98 Training

Sometimes, life throws you a warning sign that isn't too clear. 'She seems like a great girl but she's been in trouble with the law before. Should I not get close to her?' Other times, we choose to ignore those warning signs. 'Well, he cheated on my best friend with me, but I'm sure he will be loyal to me.' And sometimes, while waiting in a large, wooden laced and intricately designed dojo, you see a rather hot, mature woman with brown hair and a decent tan walk in in only a black spandex top and booty shorts carrying a duffel back in one hand and a rather sinister looking device with straps and buckles in the other. At this point, you have to figure out that you might have f.u.c.ked up somewhere.

Laz just couldn't figure out where exactly he had f.u.c.ked up. But if he had to guess, it might have been coming here.

Kat had a rather pleased expression on her face. Seems like she gotten what she wanted as far as her dad's restrictions go and now she had the chance to have the perfect training partner. Her bright smile only served to make Laz feel a bit more chilled than before.

In truth, Kat was hot in a wild sort of way. Her wild brunette hair combined with her tan skinned, finely toned body and ample proportions would lead any normal man on a mad dash to want to conquer this exotic animal. The problem was that this wasn't some gentle kitten but a wild jaguar

who would rip your face off for looking at her funny. Her fairly unusual fetish also meant that even the heartiest of guys would find themselves lacking from her perspective, causing her needs bar to far exceed the quality of guy she could find in this fairly small town.

That is, until one poor soul walked through her front door.

"Hey, Crys-alot!" Kat called to the front desk after stopping in front of Laz.

"Yes boss?" The blond haired male replied, looking up from his phone.

"Cancel the day's cla.s.ses and get your a.s.s out of here. Better be here tomorrow though." Kat yelled as though she was some type of mafia boss.

"Sure thing boss," he answered without another word. After logging into the network and sending out a quick notification on the computer, the blond quickly got his jacket and walked out the door. Although Laz was pretty far away from him at this point, he almost thought he heard the blond hair man say 'May G.o.d have mercy on your soul,' as he walked out the door.

Laz, surprised by all this, turned and looked at Kat. She just looked back and him and shrugged as though it was no big deal before setting down the duffel bag and 'torture' device. She went through the duffel back and after a moment and pulled out something that looked rather like the black colored spandex top she was wearing.

"Here, put this on." Kat said, pa.s.sing it over.

"Uh..." Laz was speechless as he accepted them.

"Relax, they are work out shorts. No worries. You can go get changed in your room if your afraid. But hurry up, we're wasting time," Kat ordered while pointing at the hallway that led to his room.

Moving quickly, Laz mad it back to his room and locked the door. He quickly took off the gi that he had just put on and put on the shorts. At first, he had left his boxers on, but then he figured out that it wouldn't work that way. Sighing, he finally put them on correctly and then wore a tee shirt as well. Looking down at himself, he soon figured out another problem. Being that they were basically skin tight spandex that only went as low as his upper thigh, his little friend was able to hand a slight bit lower than that if he wasn't tucked away carefully. Even after completing that task, it still looked like he literally had a snake wrapped around his leg. The shorts themselves only came up to slightly over his crotch area and even though they were spandex, he couldn't pull them any higher. Apparently, they were designed this way.

Laz's only saving grace was that his tee-shirt was rather long and loose, so he was able to cover up his crotch area and hide everything.

After grabbing his key and nothing else since he had nowhere to put anything, he walked out of his room and out of the hallway, only to find Kat staring at him like a beast observing it's pray. The worst part was when she frowned at bit as he walked towards her.

"Yeah... no. h.e.l.l no." Kat moved quickly and before he knew it, Laz's shirt was removed from his body at a speed he didn't think possible. Standing there, exposed as he was, he started feeling a bit like an abused school girl from one of those special online comics he had enjoyed reading in the past. As someone who had always been a bit dominate in his relationships, he just didn't know how to act.

"MMM, hehehehe....Much better," Kat commented as she circled around Laz, occasionally reaching out and stroking various parts of his body. Her eyes seemed as though she was going to devour him at any moment.

"Ahem..." Laz cleared his throat.

"Right, right." Coming back to herself, Kat regained her focus once again. She had agreed to a few things with her dad, hence why she was being given this chance to train him how she wanted. And she wasn't going to waste it.

"So first things first. You are strong, but I'm wondering how good your stamina is..." Kat said with a questioning look on her face.

"S'cuse me?" Laz blurted out.

"That's right. No matter how big and strong you are, you need to be able to go the distance. Otherwise, it's just wasted flesh," Kat replied.

"Now then, the best way to determine stamina is to run. So first and foremost, first thing in the morning everyday, we are going to run. But since you already have a rather impressive body, it will need to be a bit harder," Kat elaborated.

"Harder?" Laz was a real fan of short sentences today.

"Hehehe," Kat chuckled and reached for the strange device.

"Now don't move," Kat instructed as she approached Laz.

Fearing for his chast.i.ty, despite it being long gone already, Laz didn't move a muscle but did tense up.

Kat was quick, setting the device in place on his stomach before attaching the straps to both his arms and legs. Although it wasn't much, the device and straps kind of felt like a rubber band that was pulling his arms and legs tight against his body. He felt like if he stopped resisting, he would curl forward into a ball.

After observing and testing the straps, Kat reached into the duffel bag and pulled out another one of the devices and got to work, latching it onto herself. Laz finally realized that this was something she must have done a lot considering how quickly she was able to put it on herself.

After setting it in place, she adjusted the straps going to her arms so that they went around her b.r.e.a.s.t.s instead of in front of them, which was slightly different from Laz's device. This caused Laz to do a double take since the straps ended up slightly squeezing her already large bosom and making them jut out more. Her spandex top looked like it was fighting with all it had to keep them from exploding out which caused a rather s.e.xy bit of eye candy for Laz. Noticing his gaze on her chest, Kat chuckled a little.

"One perk of being a guy is you don't have to deal with these things bouncing around all the time," she said, not the least bit embarra.s.sed.

"You don't like that they are a bit big?" Laz asked, thinking that girls liked them being big over small.

"A bit?" Kat brought her hands up and cupping both b.r.e.a.s.t.s, she wiggled them up and down as though showing Laz exactly how big they were.

"They are way too large. You know how much back pain I will be in when I'm older? And they serve no purpose at this size except for getting in the way," Kat complained as she removed her hands and let them drop. Fortunately, the spandex top was of good quality which restricted them. Otherwise, she might had popped out of it at any moment while she was demonstrating.

"Anyway, I hope your ready for this. That's a restriction band. It makes it hard to move against it so running will take twice the effort. Of course, as you get more and more used to it, we can up the pressure of it. But for now, we will start at the beginning level. The idea is that it will work you out for more than running alone. I'm wearing one too so you don't feel bad while we do this." Kat said, a bit bit confusingly.

"Ok, so where at the treadmills?" Laz asked, looking over at the exercise area on the other side of the dojo.

"Treadmills? Why the h.e.l.l would be use those pieces of waste. No matter how good it is, it will never be as good a real distance over real ground," Kat laughed and grabbed on to Laz's hand. Pulling him with her, she quickly reached a door in the back of the dojo and proceeded to go outside.

"You're kidding right? It's like 40 degrees out here." Laz complained as the cold hit him.

"Perfect. You won't get cold if you don't stop. Start stretching!" Kat commanded as she proceeded to bend over, giving Laz the perfect view of her tight a.s.s.

'Nope. I'm not going to let my mind wander. I just need to focus. Get stronger. That's why I'm here. Since she doesn't feel embarra.s.sed, why should I?' Laz finally convinced himself to stop paying attention to stuff like that and just start following along with Kat. He started copying her stretching moves and went along with everything she was doing. After a good five minutes and various positions, Kat finally straighten up.

In truth, she had been keeping an eye on him the whole time. One reason was because she couldn't get enough of his body and the other reason was because since she had agreed to train him and train with him, she wanted to know he was going to do this seriously. After seeing him begin to stretch like she was, Kat felt herself become quite a bit warmer inside.
Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

It wasn't like she didn't know she was a little weird, but what can you do? Deny yourself? What kind of boring life would that be? Try to change yourself to suit others? Would it even be worth it? No. She had been waiting for someone like Laz to come along so that she could indulge in both of her pa.s.sions and he seemed to possess the spirit to stick around with her. Therefore, although she wasn't dancing with joy, she was very, very close to doing so.

"Follow me!" After standing up and giving a warm smile to Laz, Kat shot forward into the treeline and disappeared.

Laz, groaning a bit, suddenly shot ahead as well to follow her. If anyone had been watching the two of them do this, it would have made their jaws drop. After all, not everyone has the body build to go from standing in place to shooting forward like a bullet.

Although he couldn't see her at first, Laz could hear Kat laugh in the distance and shot towards her to chase her down. Since he was going to do this, he was going to do it right with her all the way until the end.

Kat, sensing the thrill of the chase and feeling Laz's eyes come to rest again on her a.s.s, couldn't help but let out another laugh filled with joy and then speed up, once again leaving Laz in the dust.