"Where are you lost, Pimp?" Maya sneered, recognizing him. "Huh?"
She stepped forward, grabbing him by the collar. Her nails dug into his neck.
"Why didn't you come to pay your tribute today?" she demanded, blowing bubblegum smoke in his face. "It's been three days since you paid up. Do you have a death wish?"
Alex looked at her hand on his collar. Then he looked at her face.
"Why should I pay you?" Alex asked calmly. "I'm not a bank."
Maya's eyes widened. Her face twisted into anger.
"Hah? This pimp has gotten brave, huh?" She pulled back a fist. "Then let me beat some sense into you!"
She swung. A wild, telegraphed hook aimed right at his jaw.
[Trajectory Calculated.]
Alex didn't panic. He saw the line of attack before she even finished the motion.
He took a half-step back.
Whoosh.
Her fist cut through empty air.
"You bastard!" Maya screamed. "How dare you dodge?!"
She swung again. A left jab. A right cross. A desperate kick.
Alex weaved through them like water. He wasn't fast, but he was efficient. He moved only as much as necessary—a tilt of the head, a shift of the weight.
"What?" Alex taunted, ducking under a haymaker. "You don't expect me to stand like a log and take it, do you?"
"Stand still!"
"You're slow," Alex noted, sidestepping.
"Shut up!"
"Your form is terrible," he added, backing away. "You're all chest and no technique."
This went on for five minutes. Alex was tired—his stamina was still trash—but he hid it behind a mask of calm arrogance.
Maya, on the other hand, was spent.
"Huff... huff... you... rat..."
She stopped, leaning her hands on her knees, gasping for air.
Her body was glistening.
Sweat rolled down her neck, soaking into her collar. Her white shirt, already thin, had become practically transparent where it stuck to her skin. The wet fabric clung to her breasts, outlining the dark shape of her nipples through the lace bra.
A drop of sweat trickled down the valley of her cleavage, navigating the rose tattoo before disappearing into her waistband.
Alex licked his lips. The sight was... appetizing.
With a lewd smile, he walked forward.
Maya was still leaning over, trying to catch her breath. Because of her posture, her micro-skirt had ridden up completely in the back.
"Oh my," Alex whispered.
Her bare, jiggly ass was on full display. It was pale, soft, and doughy. The thin strip of her thong had completely disappeared into her deep ass crack, devoured by the flesh.
Alex stopped right behind her.
"You tried to punch me so many times," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "It's only right if I return the favor."
"Wh-What are you—?"
Maya started to turn her head.
SMACK!
Alex brought his open palm down on her right cheek. Hard.
The sound cracked like a whip in the empty corridor.
"Ahhh!!"
Maya shrieked, her body jerking forward. Her ass flesh rippled in a violent, mesmerizing wave motion, jiggling for a full three seconds after the impact.
When the motion stopped, a perfect, bright red handprint was stamped onto her pale skin.
"You...!" Maya spun around, clutching her butt, tears pricking her eyes. "You hit me! You actually hit me!"
"A punishment," Alex corrected.
He didn't back down. He stepped into her space, looming over her. The smell of her intense, musky sweat filled his nose. It wasn't gross; it was raw. Pheromones.
"And now," Alex said, staring at her heaving chest, "I'm going to take my payment for the dodging lesson."
He grabbed her shoulders and pinned her against the wall of the equipment shed.
"W-Wait—"
Alex buried his face in the crook of her neck.
He didn't kiss her. He dragged his tongue up the column of her throat.
Slurp.
He licked a long trail of sweat off her skin.
"Hyaa?!"
Maya froze, her body going rigid. A shiver that had nothing to do with fear shot through her.
"Salty," Alex murmured against her skin.
He moved lower.
Maya was paralyzed. Her brain couldn't process this. The "Pimp" was supposed to be weak. He was supposed to cry. Why was he pinning her? Why did his tongue feel so hot?
Alex found a bead of sweat rolling down her collarbone. He chased it with his tongue.
"No... stop..." Maya whimpered, but her hands were gripping his shirt, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. Her face was bright red, her breathing ragged.
Alex ignored her weak protest. He pushed her unbuttoned shirt aside, burying his face directly into her cleavage.
"Mmph..."
He pressed his nose into the soft, damp valley between her breasts. The scent was overwhelming here—sweet perfume mixed with the salty tang of exertion.
He licked the center of her chest, right over the rose tattoo, savoring the salty nectar pooling there.
"You taste like trouble, Maya," Alex groaned, vibrating his lips against her skin. "And I love trouble."
Maya's legs gave out. She slid down the wall slightly, her head falling back, a confused, lust-filled moan escaping her lips.
"You... pervert..." she gasped, her eyes rolling back slightly, her legs trembling against the wall. "What are you doing to me...?"
Alex leaned back just an inch, his eyes dark and predatory.
"You know," he whispered, his voice dangerously low, "you calling me a 'pimp' again and again was really getting on my nerves."
"W-What—?"
"So," Alex continued, cutting her off, "I decided to prove to you that I am not a pimp. I'm the one in charge. And what is the best way to prove my manliness to a brat like you?"
"What are you talking abou—?"
He didn't let her finish.
Alex lunged forward, capturing her mouth in a deep, sultry kiss.
"Mmph!"
Maya's eyes went wide. It wasn't a gentle, romantic kiss. It was an invasion. Alex forced his tongue past her lips, penetrating deep into her mouth, exploring every corner. He swirled his tongue around hers, savoring the taste of her shock and the faint flavor of bubblegum she had been chewing earlier.
Maya tried to push him away for a split second, but her hands quickly lost their strength, clutching his shoulders instead.