Trinity--Active Shooter
Rottweiler
Copyright© 2023 by Rottweiler
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Trinity--Active Shooter
by Rottweiler
Description: College life is great until it isn't.
Tags: Much Sex, Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Lesbian, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, School, Cheating, Polygamy/Polyamory, Black Female, Teacher/Student, Violence
Published: 2023-12-31
Updated: 2024-02-17
Size: 51,848 Words
Chapter 1: Poking the Bear
Student parking was located behind the main campus where the Quad divided and spilled out onto the ‘yard’, the expansive grassy lawn separating the asphalt jungle from the campus buildings. The Cultural Arts Center dominated the back part of the Quad so it made amusing sense that the wide concrete walkway that led into the campus — to the Science and Mathematics division, before terminating at the Admissions and Administrations Building — was decorated with faux Hollywood stars amid the wide winding rainbow. This was nicknamed the ‘yellow brick road’ among other unsavory terms.
If you were a student and expected to get a parking spot in the five-acre ‘back forty’, you had better set your alarm and get there before 8:30 am. If lucky, you’d find a spot farther back in the colloquially termed ‘outer reach’. If you showed up by 9:00 — you were pretty much fucked.
It was 7:45 when the convertible neon-green dune buggy with the loud air-cooled turbo engine roared onto the back forty and smoothly slipped into a vacant spot centered on the yellow brick road. The fiberglass body gleamed from recent buffing and Bob Marley belted out ‘One Love’ from the amplified speakers. It was mid-June and the academic calendar was winding down for summer break. Because of the warmer weather Trinity chose to forego the hard top letting her long hair blow wildly in the wind. Silence settled over the ‘yard’ when she killed the engine and disembarked by leaping over the half door. She danced to the reggae beat still in her head as she reached into the back and grabbed her sling bag.
Several dozen students were loitering around the yard waiting for their classes to begin. Most recognized her by her carefree flamboyancy and greeted her cheerfully. Today she wore tight-fitting corduroy half pants with the hem laces dangling around her muscular calves. Her top was a faded American Eagle t-shirt in light blue that hung loosely over her shoulders. This was not typical for her as she preferred tight half halters that revealed far too much of her smaller perky breasts. If her midriff were exposed as was typical, one would quickly notice the taut rippling 8-pack abs. At five-eight she stood taller than most of the girls on campus, and many of the guys too. It was easy to mistake her as thin-boned until you got closer and recognized the solid muscular frame. Her arms and legs were corded with sinewy muscle and the veins in her arms popped out like ropes. Having a Stylist for a best friend entitled her to some extravagant hairstyles. She wore her loud lime green glasses today, foregoing contacts since she would be welding.
She made her way through the quad bouncing like Tigger, taking time to stop and schmooze with some of her friends, bumping fists here, hugging there. Her first stop was the coffee shop inside the Commons where she picked up her giant cup of americano with its insane amount of cream and sugar. One of the morning baristas was a vibrant platinum-blonde girl named Lizzy whom she dated off and on, so her drink was always ready for her when she stopped by. She paid with her student ID card but tipped with cash. In this case, she tucked a fifty discreetly into the blonde girl’s pocket as they hugged and pecked each other’s cheeks. Lizzy wasn’t the brightest candle on the cake but she could fuck like a porn star and Trin always had a warm spot in her heart for the lass. Ever since the ‘incident’ involving her Ex and his Rasta minions, she made a point to keep a protective eye on the girl.
The next stop was the Registrar’s office where she turned in her registration forms for the next semester and handed over her credit card to pay the entire tuition upfront. Most of her fellow students relied upon federal aid and earned credit from their various on-campus jobs. Even she earned a meager $100 per week as a student aide in the Fab shop. Only a select few of the University faculty knew of her familial relationship with the Davis-Sinclair Foundation and even fewer of her true wealth. She neither asked for nor received any preferential treatment. She earned the respect of her peers and instructors through merit. This would be her last semester before graduating from the Mechanical Arts and Sciences division. It would be bittersweet for her. She would miss the faculty and students she had come to know but she was also proud of her accomplishments and the degree she would be earning. It wasn’t enough to earn all of her certs in welding and fabrication — she was an expert welder before she even enrolled in the program. She went on to complete and earn her ASE Master Automotive Technician certification as well.
Today she had to prepare the Fabrication shop for the 50-odd students who would be trying to pass any given weld cert. So, she would cut up a full sheet of 3/8” plate steel with the shear into seven by four-inch plates which she would pair up with the ¼ inch backing strips for each coupon. It was up to each student to bevel their plates before the coupon could be tacked together and approved — by her or Brian Applegate, the Instructor. It was a tedious process that would consume the entire day and probably go over an hour or so. Fortunately, she had no classes today and could devote herself to helping Brian.
He was sitting in his office as she walked in, dumping her sling bag onto the worn bench by his door. He glanced up from the stack of student applications and smiled at her. “Good morning Trin,” he greeted her. He was the youngest instructor on the campus, being only 38 years old. He was tall and heavily built with not a hint of fat on him. He was also kind of hot in Trinity’s opinion and she had flirted with him for the longest time until he put his foot down and made her behave. He was afraid that other students or faculty might get the wrong impression so he asked her to refrain from her unsubtle advances. It was a private meeting and she pouted before agreeing. Then she stood before him and asked for one last hug before she started behaving. When he bent down to hug her, she clung to him suggestively and put her lips to his ear.
“I’ll behave I promise,” she whispered, “but if you ever want to fuck, just say the word and I’m down — whenever, wherever.” Then she kissed his astonished mouth and demurely assumed her role as the obedient teacher’s aide.
“Good morning Mr. Applegate,” she replied sweetly as she grabbed her work pants and long sleeve thermal knit sweater from the coat rack. “How is my favoritest teacher today?”
He grunted in reply and she grinned as she stepped out to the locker room — to find it locked.
“Why is the locker room closed?” she asked stepping back into the office.
He looked up blankly and then remembered. “It flooded over the weekend and maintenance closed it until they can get in and fix it later this afternoon. I’ll step out...” he started as he rose to his feet.
Trinity had already closed the door and flicked the bolt. There was only one window on the other side of the doorway so she stepped into the corner and kicked off her shoes.
“Trinity! I’ll step out so you can change in private.”
“Oh, sit down and don’t look if you don’t want to,” she scoffed as she pulled off her t-shirt, revealing her perky naked breasts. His eyes widened as she faced him and slowly folded the shirt before laying it on top of her bag. Then she pulled her half-pants over her hips and slid them down her legs, watching his expression as she stepped out of them. She was completely naked and he swallowed nervously as he gaped at her bald crotch. After placing her folded pants on her bag, she took a moment to pose for him as she slipped a hair tie off of her wrist and gathered up her locks into a tight ponytail. With her arms over her head, her breasts lifted and swayed provocatively before him.
“Are you going to post the grade reports in the window again this afternoon?” she asked him coyly as she grabbed her worn Carhartt’s and slipped into the legs.
He swallowed again and nodded. “Yeah ... yep.”
She tightened her belt and then reached up and squeezed both of her breasts, teasing her nipples. “Then I hope they don’t fix the locker room today,” she replied with a lusty voice. She slowly pulled the dirty thermal sweater over her head and slipped her arms into the sleeves.
“Um, look ... Trinity,” he shook his head as if recovering from a dream. “I’m engaged and...”
“I know,” she replied as she plopped down on the floor and put her leather boots on. “I’ve overheard you talking to Brenda many times.”
He felt his neck grow hot. He and Brenda were not on the best terms at the moment and he had had several heated arguments with her when she called and hounded him at work.
Trinity bounced back to her feet and stepped over to his desk to stare at him. “I don’t care and I’m not judging. But I think you deserve better,” she said seriously. “You are an amazing guy and I hope you find someone who appreciates you as I do.”
He sat back down with a sigh and just nodded sadly. “Thanks.”
“Can I have the forklift keys, please?” she asked sweetly, changing the subject.
He opened a desk door and handed them to her. “Hey. About the testing today,” he stated as he brought his mind back on task. “That Carson kid ... you remember...?”
“Aaron Carson?” she replied with disgust. Then she paused. “Don’t tell me he’s gonna try and test out again?”
He nodded back with a frown.
“But he never completed WELD 300!” she exclaimed. “He couldn’t even finish a box with clean sticks.” She was referring to the eight-inch-long X-box that students made from pieces of 3/8 metal to practice laying beads in. It started shaped like an X and then became a square box once all the grooves were filled.
“It’s not an incomplete until the end of the semester,” he replied holding up the form with a check attached. “He paid up front so he gets to test.”
“Waste of fucking metal!” she grumbled as she turned away.
“Let me deal with him, okay? I know that there has been some static between you two.” He was referring to earlier in the semester when Trinity was helping the SMAW — “stick” students learn the basics of arc welding. He wasn’t privy to the particulars though.
Carson had presented himself as a cocky entitled prick since the very first day of class. It was a miracle that he even got through the oxyacetylene portion — but Trinity was working as an Aide to the afternoon classes and had little interaction with him at that time. When he showed up for Stick, he was as pompous as ever and made lewd eyes at her from the moment she was introduced by Mr. Applegate as his morning Aide. The first day was a safety review and involved discussing the dos and don’ts of grinding, cutting, using the industrial shear, safety precautions — eye and ear protection, etc. As she was bending over to demonstrate the operation of the table shear, he discreetly bumped her and groped her ass in front of the other students causing many to grin and chuckle.
Trinity stopped what she was doing, punched the red emergency kill switch, and stood up straight. She removed her earplugs as she turned to face him and there were several jeering oohs amongst the group. She gestured for him to remove his hearing protection and he smirked as he pulled them out.
“It’s Carson, right?” she asked casually.
“You can call me Aaron,” he replied smoothly to more chuckles.
She turned and looked around at the other students before turning back to him. “Carson then,” she said flatly. “I just want to make sure you can hear me clearly because I’m only going to say this once.” The jeering stopped but there were still many grins facing them. “I will assume that was an accident — this time, so we can get on with this class.”
His condescending smirk probably would’ve gotten him slapped by anyone else. But he had no idea just how easily she could have kicked his ass without breaking a sweat. So, he mistook her casual exception as a sign of submission or weakness.
“Just make sure that it never happens again, okay?” She stared directly into his eyes and his bravado faltered for a second before she turned back to the shear and put her earplugs back in.
A week after that, she had already written him off as a lost cause. When it came to stick welding, he was beyond inept. He always stuck the electrodes and ended up stripping half the flux as he cut them off. He never prepped his work causing porosity, and his beads were always too hot or cold. When it came to vertical welding, he was completely hopeless. She initially spent more than twice the time helping him that she did for the rest of the students. But he neither acknowledged nor listened to her feedback. His antics became stale to the remainder of the class because she had soon earned the respect and admiration of everyone else because of her expertise and dedication to those who tried their best.
He must have begun stalking her early because he started showing up for morning class early and hovered, watching her as she went about her routine of setting up the welders, opening the argon/helium manifolds, and setting up the stations. One day he ‘happened’ to enter the locker room as she was changing and caught her half-dressed. Rather than stepping out he stood and leered at her as she pulled her shirt on. He didn’t recognize the dangerous expression in her eyes as she shoved him aside on her way out.
Later that day he pushed his luck and made another foolish grab at her — this time it was her breast and he did it when they were in the back grinding room where a few other students were cleaning their boxes or grinding down their finished coupons for break testing. It was loud and oppressive between the grinding and the powerful exhaust fans and nobody saw when he copped his feel. What he didn’t expect was either her reaction or her strength as she grabbed the offending hand, and twisted it painfully backward causing him to scream and spin about. The other students in the room started to become aware of the altercation as she grabbed the back of his head and slammed his face into the steel bench of an empty grinding station. The grinders all stopped and only his agonizing screams could be heard over the exhaust fans. The other students gawked in shock as she jerked him back up to standing and released him suddenly causing him to fall backwards onto his ass.
“What did I tell you about touching me asshole?” she yelled as she stood over him. “Get it in your head right now fucker! I don’t play. Especially with little pussies like you! Now get the fuck away from me and stay there!” With that, she stormed out of the room and returned to the welding area.
Nothing came of the incident. Partly because no one saw what started it — only how it ended, with Aaron getting his ass soundly handed to him by a girl. During the third week, Carson stopped attending class but never bothered to officially drop it.
By lunch break over half the students had completed their testing and had taken off for their other classes or home. The shop remained to capacity however as the non-students — or transients, began arriving. These were laborers who worked in shops around town or elsewhere in the county who paid to come in and test for whatever cert they needed. Most were SMAW field certs but a few came in for a more specialized process like 5G TIG or seismic rebar, etc.
Carson arrived, cocky as ever, signed for his test plates, and went to his assigned Stick booth to prepare his coupon. Trinity avoided him as instructed but smirked openly when Mr. Applegate made him take the coupon to the grinding station and cut it apart so he could try tacking it again per specs. He glared at her hatefully as he stormed past. When he fucked up his root pass and had to go back to grind it out, she just laughed and shook her head. If looks could kill, she would’ve gone up in smoke. He ultimately failed to complete the coupon to specs and never got the chance to grind it flat and prepare the piece for break testing. Mr. Applegate simply miked it (measured the height of the cover passes with a micrometer) and failed him at that point. Once he had stormed out of the shop things became fun again and Trinity went back to helping the students and transients with their certifications. She was a certified welding instructor but per faculty policies, only the head of the program could sign off on the certifications. Still, Brian relied on her help to make sure everything was kosher by the time he was called upon to bend the coupons for the final step.
It was after two pm when he ordered her to step away for lunch. There was a lull in the number of testers in the shop at the moment but still a bunch more scheduled for later. She grabbed her bag and sauntered out of the fabrication building. Her destination was the Commons where the Culinary Arts program ran the cafeteria. She happened to pass the coffee bar and noticed Lizzy preparing coffee while she tried to ignore the lecherous advances of — none other than Aaron Carson. The dweeb was holding up the line as he leaned over the counter and tried to make conversation with the barista. It was clear from her expression that she wanted nothing to do with him or his lewd remarks.
“I see your skills with women are as bad as your welding, Carson.” she gloated as she slipped up to stand beside him. Lizzy looked at her gratefully as he snarled at her and backed away from her. “That’s right maggot, keep on walking. What I told you before goes for this girl too. Give it up. Besides,” she leaned over the counter and kissed the platinum blonde on the lips. “You don’t have what it takes for her.” This caused a couple of laughs in the queue behind them. She stepped towards him once more causing him to back further away and storm off.
“You better watch it you fucking bitch!” he snarled over his shoulder, “One day you’ll get what’s coming to you!”
“Bring it little boy!” she called after him. “I’ll be here.”
She stepped around to the side of the counter after he disappeared, so she could talk to the barista while the customers got their caffeine fixes. “Let me know if he keeps bothering you Mar,” she said quietly.
Lizzy just shrugged as she began packing grounds into her portafilters. “He’s such a creep,” she groused. “Him and his friends.”
“Now I know you’re lying,” Trinity laughed, “Him? Friends?”
The other girl snorted as she set her cups to catch the espresso. “Yeah, all three of them are pathetic jerks who like to hang around after classes get out, and harass everyone. They think they’re a bunch of badasses.” She blew a stray lock of hair out of her face. “The Mexican kid Ricky got his ass kicked a couple of days ago when he flirted with Tasha Meyers, Billy Erickson’s girlfriend.”
Trinity knew Billy. She spared with him occasionally at the Brazilian Jiu Jitsu dojo just down the street. She expected to see him there this evening when she showed up for her daily butt-kicking from Hector and Dom.
“Thanks for the tip earlier,” she continued as she took a moment to turn and smile at the blue-haired girl. “It really helps out.”
Trinity reached over the side counter and grabbed the girl’s hand. “Liz,” she said in a sad voice. “I know it’s not easy for you. Would you please, please, puh-leeze ... just move in with me already?” She adopted her sad puppy face as she begged. “I have plenty of room, and I won’t charge you rent, or utilities, or even food — though I don’t have much of that. But you can help me shop better — and I’ll buy!”
Lizzy looked downcast and uncertain as she turned back to take another order. “Trin ... I know you want me to move in. And it sounds like such a great opportunity for me.” She paused and stretched her back. “It’s just that ... you — and me, and ... I just don’t want it to get weird. I’m sorry.”
“No!” Trinity exclaimed firmly. “There will be no weirdness, I promise. You get your own room, heck it’s already furnished, baby! A nice queen-sized fully adjustable dream machine! And it’s all yours I promise — just say yes!” she began bouncing desperately as she pleaded. “I mean it Mar, no strings, no weirdness. You don’t even have to sleep with me!” she sniffed tragically. “It would be nice — once in a while maybe, but you don’t have to.”
Lizzy’s façade crumbled as she giggled at her friend’s antics. “Can I think about it?”
“No!” Trinity shot back. “Just tell me when to bring my dad’s truck over to move your shit in!”
Lizzy laughed and shook her head. “Just go away! Girl you’re bad for business.”
Trinity understood the reason behind her hesitation. Lizzy was insecure and desperate to make it on her own without the help of anyone — especially her asshole parents who all but disowned her when she came out. She was a committed lesbian and wanted a stable relationship. Trinity was the exact opposite of stable and she was a bisexual polyamorous nymphomaniac. She liked boys or girls — or boys and girls. And she didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought of her or her sexual preferences. But she truly loved and cared for her ‘Lizzy Midget’ and wanted to keep her close to protect her from all the bad things. The jury was out on whether she fell into that category, however.
It was almost five pm by the time she finished sweeping up the shop and shutting down all the equipment and exhaust fans. She logged the helium and argon levels and shut down the manifold before locking up the building, dousing the lights, and stepping into Brian Applegates’s office. He was poring over the folders of tests and signing off on the ‘green sheets’ of all those who passed. She sank wearily into the chair opposite his desk and kicked off her boots before putting her bare feet on the surface. He glanced over and nervously tried to ignore her pretty painted toenails as she wiggled them suggestively.
After five more minutes, he finished the files and locked them up in his cabinet. “I don’t know how I would’ve done it without you today Trin,” he said humbly. “I owe you big time.”
“Nope,” she replied getting to her feet. “I’m just trying to repay you for all the opportunities you have given me since I began here.” She turned to the door and flicked the lock, even though the rest of the building was secured. After a brief stretch, she pulled off her shirt and hung it on a peg before turning to watch his astonished expression as she reached down and undid her belt. Once her Carhartt’s had joined the dirty sweater she smiled at him and padded across the floor until she stood beside his beat-up chair. He gaped up at her with wide eyes as she leaned over and presented her breasts to him.
“Uh, Trin...” he stammered but stopped when she placed a finger over his lips.
“Shush now,” she whispered to him. “This is our time.” She leaned further and pressed her lips against his in a tender kiss that startled him out of his rapture. He returned the gesture by moving his lips and sucking her tongue into his mouth. She moaned appreciatively and he felt her climb into his lap as she placed her hands around the back of his neck. When their lips parted, she rose and pressed her nipple into his mouth — which he obligingly sucked on, then rubbed his tongue around. “Oh, God yes,” she breathed and moved her pelvis sinuously against his groin and the growing erecting inside his pants.
She let him switch to her other breast and savored the feeling of his tongue teasing her nipple. She gripped the back of his head and lifted her face to the ceiling as she closed her eyes and relished the contact against her bare skin. He moaned softly as she scratched his scalp with her nails. When he moved his lips to the center of her cleavage, she rose so that his tongue traced a trail down her belly. She continued to lift herself until he found her belly button and hungrily kissed and licked around it. Her hands released his head as she reached behind her to grab the desk and lift her hips higher until her smooth vagina pressed against his mouth.
“Oh God!” she exclaimed with a rush. “Eat my pussy and make me cum!” She reached forward with one hand and pulled his face closer as she eased backward until she sat just on the edge of the desk. She began gyrating her crotch over his mouth as he parted his lips and pressed his tongue into her labia. With her lips apart he hungrily pushed further into her and began sucking on her clitoris. She cried out with pleasure and heaved her pelvis tighter against him convulsing under his manipulations. She raised her legs and opened them wider, resting her heels on his shoulders and thrashing her head back and forth across the desk. She gripped his head with both hands once more and gave in to her spasms as he brought her quickly to her first climax.
“Oh FUCK!” she cried out passionately as the pleasure took her. She dug her nails into his scalp and thrust her vagina against his mouth fervently. Then she pushed him away and sat herself upright on the edge of his desk. She released his head and began pulling at his trousers, releasing his belt and undoing the fly. He was helpless to resist her as she reached into his boxers and grabbed his rigid erection. “Oh, hell yes!” she murmured happily as she pulled it out and stroked him several times. “This will do just nicely.”
She bent over and took him into her mouth, swallowing over half his length eagerly and sucking on him hard. She moaned and rubbed the flat of her tongue against him as she bobbed her head back and forth.
“Oh my God!” he exclaimed harshly as he bucked his hips under the intense sensation. He felt her grab his hands and place them on her head before she returned to stroking his shaft and massaging his balls. He obligingly pulled her firmly against him as he thrust himself deeper into her throat with a grunt. “Unh!” he gasped and began humping her mouth and throat with increasing urgency.
She allowed him to continue for a moment before she judged him to be almost at the point of no return. Then with a pop, she forced him out of her mouth and reclined once more on the desk lifting her open pelvis to him. “Fuck me now!” she ordered, grabbing his shirt and pulling him towards her. His wet pulsing cock pressed straight into her opening and he growled savagely as he shoved it into her. She cried out and hooked her feet around his thighs. “GOD FUCK ME!” she yelled encouraging him to pull back and slam into her once again. “YES! Harder!” she demanded. “Give it to me now!”
He lost himself to the feral need to breed her and began fucking her hard and fast with total abandon. Her body seemed small and fragile beneath him but she latched onto him with a grip that was anything but weak. He grunted loudly as he pounded his hips against her repeatedly and she responded with a constant cry that hiccupped with every thrust.
His orgasm swept over him causing him to yell out and redouble his efforts. The desk began screeching as it started to slide across the floor. He was oblivious to everything but the rush of his cum as it shot into her with each thrust of his penis against her cervix. He ejaculated five times before he became too exhausted to continue. When he made to stand up, she followed his movement and rode his body back to the chair where he sat heavily and gasped for breath. She squeezed her pelvic muscles, holding him inside her and milking his shaft as it softened and shrank out of her. While she did this, she pressed her mouth over his and sucked his tongue into her mouth.
Five minutes later she had just finished getting dressed and returned to his side as he held his head in his hands over his desk. “Oh God! What have I done?” he moaned. “What am I gonna do?”
She pulled his head up so she could look into his troubled eyes. “Brian,” she said as she held his chin. “What you are going to do is go home, take Brenda to bed, and fuck the living shit out of her like you just did to me!” She stood upright. “You will either win her completely which is what you want — or she will leave, which is also a solution.” Then she kissed him softly once more and picked up her bag. “See you tomorrow, Mr. Applegate,” she called sweetly as she unlocked the office door and departed.
The dojo was nearly empty as the last of the afternoon class was wrapping up and heading out. Billy Erickson was heading out the door when Trinity approached it and he gave her a familiar nod. He accepted her fist bump and she stepped aside as he exited.
“Hey Billy, I hear you pounded Ricardo for mooching on Tasha,” she said cheerfully.
His expression soured. “Fucking worthless beaner punk ass — he and his two compadres,” he growled. “I’ll make an example out of them all before the semester’s over.”
“Hmmm. Better hurry bro. You only got another week.”
He didn’t respond as he walked off. She turned and entered the studio to find Hector and Dom shedding their traditional grappling garb in preparation for the MMA training they practiced after class. That was what Trin was here for. When it came to pure hand-to-hand combat, there were no better sparring partners than these two. Hector was Guatemalan and Dominic an Israeli American. They had a combined mastery of nearly every martial art known. And they knew every trick in the book. It was rare that she ever defeated either of them on the floor.
“Well, hello, little mockingbird!” Dom greeted her with a grin as he wrapped his hands. “How is the cooch feeling today?”
She glared back at him as she recalled the vicious kick, he delivered right in her groin last week. Contrary to popular belief, a woman’s genitalia are sensitive to blunt trauma. “I had to sleep with a bag of frozen peas in my crotch for two nights you asshole!”
He tsked and shook his head sympathetically. “I’ll avoid the puss today,” he offered and began dancing and jumping around the floor while his partner (in every sense of the word) wrapped his own hands.
“Not the face either,” she asked politely, “I have to go to dinner with my mom this evening and she always has a cow whenever my face is damaged.” She sat on the floor and pulled her sparing gloves and mouthpiece out of her bag. Her shoes were left in the lobby before entering the training floor. Afterward, she sprang to her feet and began bouncing around as well. As part of her warm-up, she executed a bunch of rolling tumbles before going to work on one of the bags. She attacked with random combinations. Punch-punch-kick, punch-kick-punch, kick-punch-punch. She struck the heavy bag hard enough that Hector came over and held it steady for her.
When she was warmed up, she moved to the center of the floor and faced off against the two of them.
“Are you planning on fighting Gutierez sometime?” Hector asked her idly as she stretched her legs.
She nodded. “I put my name in the hat,” she replied. It was supposed to be an assignment by lottery in the amateur MMA circuit — but what the fans demanded; the fans got. But first, she had to make weight and prove herself in the real venue.
“She will fucking destroy you,” Hector replied matter-of-factly.
Dom shook his head. “I don’t think so,” he replied. “But you need to change up your strategy when you go against her.” He stepped forward and tapped her in the thigh. “If she tags you here, you are done for. She will hobble you if she can and then wear you down. So, I’m going to teach you to avoid those nasty little legs of hers.” He spun without warning and dropped low, extending his leg to kick her feet out from under her. She saw the tell and jumped to avoid the sweep — only to land directly in the path of the second kick which smacked painfully into the meaty part of her thigh. Her entire leg seemed to catch fire and it gave out on her sending her tumbling to the mat.
“Ow! Fucker! That hurt!” she yelled as she rolled away from him and lay on the floor favoring her sore leg.
“She will hit you ten times harder than that,” Dom interjected. “She has broken femurs with her kicks.”
That was pretty much how her sparring lesson went. They would kick the shit out of her and show her how to keep it from happening again. And when she finally put together a sound defense against the attacks — they would do something else to catch her off guard. Two hours later she limped out of the dojo and tossed her bag into the back of her buggy before groaning as she crawled into the cockpit. She had just over an hour to get home, soak in some salts, and then head over to the Westin to meet up with Rachel and Kevin. As much as she would rather crawl into bed and die, she didn’t dare blow them off again. Twice was pushing it. A third no-show would have consequences too horrible to contemplate — namely pissing off her ‘momma’.
Just as she pulled into her carport, her phone rang. Speak of the devil!
“Hi momma, how’s it hanging?” she asked as she struggled to climb out of the car and open the door to her apartment.
“Just making sure you haven’t ‘forgotten’ about dinner this evening,” Rachel’s sweet Texas drawl spoke in her ear.
“Of course not!” she replied innocently. “I just need to take a bath and change and I’ll be right over.”
“Uh-huh,” the tiny Vietnamese woman replied skeptically. “Why are you groaning?”
“Oh, I’m just tired and sore,” she replied casually. “We had over 50 certs today and I didn’t get out til late.”
“You are training for another fight, aren’t you?”
‘Fuck me running!’ she thought, ‘How does she know these things?’ “No!” she replied quickly. “I’m not doing no fights. That’s just dumb.”
“Uh-huh.”
Chapter 2: Don't Talk About Fight Club
It wasn’t lost on Kevin or Rachel that the greetings they received from Trinity were thinly veiled ‘necessities’ to be dispensed with quickly so that she could get to the main attraction. She only had eyes for the toddler standing up in her pen, bouncing on uncertain legs as she recognized her ‘big sister’.
“Hi Dizzy girl!” she cooed excitedly as she sprinted over to the child and whisked her out of her prison. “How’s my baby monster doing?” Trinity kissed the tot’s smiling cheeks adoringly and danced about the room with her. “I’ve missed you!” When she bent over to ‘dip’ the child, she winced on the way back up. “Ow! Let’s not do that anymore,” she muttered, still smiling as she whirled and found both of the adults regarding her with knowing looks.
“What?” she asked indignantly as she began sniffing the air. Her eyes lit up, “Is that shaking beef?” she asked excitedly, turning towards the kitchen. She kicked off her shoes, sending them sailing towards the wall as she went into the other room to investigate. Rachel sighed and followed her while her husband went and put the shoes next to the door where they belonged. When he rejoined them in the kitchen, he found the girl lifting lids on the stove and humming appreciatively. She loved Rachel’s cooking—especially when she went ‘native’ and prepared Vietnamese cuisine. When she turned back to them, she was sneaking a small glob of white rice into Desiree’s mouth.
“Wow!” she said as she regarded her ‘mom’ closely. Rachel was entering the third trimester of her second pregnancy and she was starting to show. She gave her ‘daughter’ a look that dared her to remark on her belly. “Jess said she cut all your hair off but it looks amazing!”
Kevin snorted and got a glare for it.
“I’m serious, mom! You look good!” Trinity schmoozed as she stepped forward holding her sister in a hip carry.
“No, I don’t,” Rachel groused. “I’m short, fat and bloated.” The tragedy in her voice was spoiled by her thick Texas drawl. It was the last thing you’d expect to hear upon first meeting the small Asian beauty.
Trinity huffed and sighed. “No!” she replied with a touch too much dismissal. “You don’t look...” she paused for effect, “bloated at all!” She had an amused gleam in her eye, knowing she was safe from physical assault so long as she held the baby.
“Oh, you little...” she growled back.
“Language!” Kevin and Trinity said at the same time with grins.
“How is Carter Junior doing, anyway?” It was not common knowledge that Rachel was carrying the baby of Trinity’s foster father.
An hour later the three of them were gathered around the table after eating the fine dinner. Rachel was drinking a glass of wine which she insisted her OB said was okay now, as long as she didn’t overdo it. Trinity and Kevin drank coffee. They were discussing Rachel’s new job as acting Lieutenant governor. Trinity was proud as punch.
“I just can’t get over how awesome you are at it!” she said. “I mean everyone is talking about how cool it is for two strong women to be in charge of things.”
Rachel just rolled her eyes. Other than endless meetings and an occasional press briefing she was essentially invisible, despite the interest of the media in her every movement. “I am hardly in charge of anything,” she responded. “More like a small voice of reason in Christine’s ear to keep her from tripping over her tongue.”
“Small voice?” Trinity could never resist an opening like that. “Woman, you are anything but small. On TV you are larger than life,” she argued, “for a hobbit.” She was quietly replaying the memory of Rachel’s acceptance speech — when they had to put a crate in front of the podium so that she didn’t have to peek over the top at the reporters and constituents.
“Alright that’s about enough pivoting and diversion,” Rachel stated abruptly. The temperature in the room got several degrees colder. “Why haven’t you stopped this bullshit fighting?”
Trinity set her cup down like it was a sleeping spider. “Uh, momma look. It’s not like we are fighting for real,” she replied meekly. “It’s just sparring and training...”
“I’m not talking about you getting your butt kicked by those roid monsters at that Brazilian jo-jo dojo, thingy!” she retorted. “I know you have been doing that underground cage-fighting club shit!”
Trinity blew her bangs back from her face. “I’m not cage-fighting, jeez! And there’s no ‘fight club’...” she added defensively. “I couldn’t talk about it if there was,” she added under her breath coyly, earning a smile from Kevin.
“I see,” Rachel said calmly — too calmly. “Honey? Would you please bring me your tablet?”
Kevin pressed his lips together and stepped away from the table.
‘Ruh roh, Relroy.’
When he returned Rachel politely took it and tapped on it a few times with her short nails. Then she laid it on the table and slid it across towards the young woman.
Trinity grimaced when she saw the action shot of her getting punched in the face by Roberta Paxson. The picture was almost two weeks old and the shiner she sported from that blow was why she hadn’t been around to visit them recently. The ropes that lined the ring were clearly defined in the background as well as the dozens of spectators captured even further back.
“Go ahead,” Rachel stated smugly. “Spin your way out of that one.”
“Okay look!” Trinity got up from her chair and bounced nervously on the balls of her feet. “First, that was a cheap shot that she got in right after the bell!” she grumbled. “And I won that match!” she added smugly.
“Barely,” Kevin added under his breath, earning a glare from them both.
“I wanna know who took that picture!” Trinity demanded. “Cameras aren’t allowed in ‘junior amateur league’.”
“That’s because there is NO junior amateur league!” Rachel snapped. “You aren’t supposed to be fighting at all!”
“Says who?” she asked defensively.
“Say’s me!” Rachel retorted, and then she calmed instantly. “Honey, I don’t want you getting hurt.”
Trinity scoffed. “Hurt? Me?”
“Lift your shirt,” the tiny Asian woman challenged. “Would you like to see the summary of your visit to the ER?”
Trinity looked outraged, “What? How did you...?” She stamped her foot. “That’s not fair! I have Hippo rights! I could ... I,”
“It’s called HIPAA dear,” Rachel interrupted calmly and sipped her wine. “And I don’t give a fat flying fuzzy fig about your ‘rights’ when you go out and engage in this stupid ridiculous nonsense.” Her voice became chilly and her drawl had a menacing quality. “What do you think the media would make of this if it ever got out? The LT. Governor’s adopted daughter engaging in ... mindless melee?”
Trinity bit her lip. ‘Mindless Melee’ had a nice ring to it. “Whatever, I’m done with that anyways,” she pouted. “I’m done with the JAL.”
“But not cage fighting.”
‘God! Why did she have to be so ... ugh!’ she grunted. “It’s not ‘cage fighting’ mom! There is no cage! That’s only in the movies! It would be cool, but...”
“Why are you putting on weight?” Rachel asked pointedly.
‘Jeez! Does she see EVERYTHING?’ Trinity looked offended and grabbed her butt. “What? You think I’m getting fat?”
“Nice try dear, but I’m not stupid.”
“I never...” she stammered. This was not going well at all.
“Once you get to 135 pounds you can qualify for women’s lightweight class.”
Trinity glared at Kevin who regarded his coffee cup quietly.
“You want to fight that dervish, Carmen ‘Crippler’ Gutierez, don’t you?”
‘Fuck!’ Now she knew Rachel had been talking to Kevin. Not that Kevin was privy to her underground activities ... but he was a huge MMA fan.
He spoke up before she could reply, “She is a professional fighter Trin,” he said with concern. “She is very dangerous.”
Trinity just rolled her eyes and scoffed.
“Why do you do this baby?” Rachel dropped her accent and went with the Vietnamese singsong lilt. “You don’t need the money. Do you need more money?”
Another scoff, “No,” she grumbled. She could tell she was losing this battle and looked around for her shoes. The best strategy when you find yourself in an argument with Rachel — run like hell!
“Then why?” she asked in her most fragile Asian voice.
“The belt,” Kevin answered for her.
“Man, it is late and I have got to get some sleep!” Trinity gasped as she slipped on her shoes and gave each of them a hug and kiss. “Thanks for the dinner. Love you both!” She spun out the door shutting it gently behind her.
Rachel sighed and leaned against her loving husband. “She’s gonna fight her, isn’t she?”
“Yup,” he replied softly as he kissed her head.
“Do you think she will win?”
He shook his head regretfully. “Not likely.”
With only four days left in the Semester, Trinity had to spend all her free time cramming for her finals. She had three exams: Business Statistics, CALC II, and Macro Economics. Welding and Fabrication were winding down now that most of the certs were done. Today there were a handful of students who would be testing in TIG and flux-core — but Brian could handle those without her. The written exams for basic CAD and AutoTech I & II would be happening the following day and Thursday. Friday was a free day for those few who had one last chance to cert or couldn’t fit it into their schedules before then. She would be there until the last student left and then spend the afternoon cleaning the shops thoroughly including the exhaust system and recycle bins which had to be loaded up and hauled away.
The morning after her less-than-pleasant dinner, Trinity parked at the back 40 and headed into the quad. Today she wore a medium-length skirt that fell to her knees and a tank top with a denim coat. As she strode along the yellow brick road, she noticed the three amigos hunched together off to the side. A frown crossed her face and she angrily turned and headed straight for them. Carson noticed her first and whispered something to Ricky and their other taller skinnier friend. His name escaped her — Jack or Jackwad, or something. He kind of reminded her of a pimply-faced version of Adam Driver as Kylo Ren. All three of them scowled at her as she approached.
“Well, looky here,” she smirked. “The losers of Loserville.”
“What do you want, bitch?” ‘Kylo’ snarled as he stood over her.
“What’s with the lame trench coats?” she asked pointedly. “Y’all aren’t planning another ‘Columbine’ are you?”
The heavy silence as they nervously glanced back at each other, sent a chill down her spine. She knew deep down, that was exactly what they were planning. She backed up and they saw it as a sign of cowering.
“I really hope you’re smarter than that,” she added in a voice heavy with sarcasm. “I’d hate to have to put any of you down — permanently.”
As a unit, they turned and sauntered away from her, toward the parking lot, glancing back at her over their shoulders.
Fifteen minutes later she was in the Student Admissions Office speaking to the Registrar’s Office secretary.
“I need to speak to Mr. Bell,” she told the elderly lady urgently. “Right now!”
“Young lady, the Dean of Admissions is very busy. What is this in regards to?”
“A possible school shooting!” Trinity snapped back causing the woman to gasp and leap from her chair.
“What?” she screeched as the color left her face.
“Not right now, woman!” she snarled. “Just get the Administrator on the phone. I need to talk with him.”
Several minutes later she was standing before Dr. Emmett Bell’s desk explaining her interaction with the three troubled students earlier. He leaned back in his chair holding his pen between two fingers as he regarded her disdainfully.
“I see,” he mused disinterestedly. “And what pray tell makes you think they are planning to shoot up the campus?” he asked.
She gaped at him with barely controlled fury. Ever since she got in the fight with her ex-Riley, and his three stooges, over a year ago — he had had it out for her. He put up several obstacles trying to hinder her admission until the Sinclair-Davis Foundation made a sizeable donation to the school.
“Because I asked them,” she retorted.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise at her brazen response. “What did you ask them?”
“I asked them if they were planning another ‘Columbine’.” Her exasperation was as clear as her realization that this conversation would get her nowhere.
“And...?” he prompted.
“And,” she replied rudely, “they DIDN’T say ‘no’!”
“I see,” he repeated.
“No,” she snapped shifting the strap on her sling bag and turning towards the office door. “You do not ‘see’.”
“Now just one minute, young lady,” he stated angrily. “We are not done here...”
“Yes, we are,” she replied over her shoulder as she reached for the doorknob. “If you think this is all a joke and don’t want to take it seriously, fine!” She looked back at him as she opened the door. “But just know that if and when it does happen. I will make sure the media learns that I tried to warn you.”
She was running late for her STATs class so she skipped her coffee and raced to the Math and Science building where she got to her desk just as the teacher shut and locked the door. He was a stickler for punctuality and anyone else, showing up would have to beg him for a makeup exam. You did NOT want to take one of his makeup tests!
She was frustrated and distracted during the 90-minute exam. By the time she had finished, she was certain that she had failed it. Grabbing her bag, she turned in the test and walked across the Quad to the Fab shop where she found most of the students leaving for the day after their written exams. Only half a dozen remained in the Welding area where they were either preparing their coupons or actively testing. Brian Applegate was standing next to the door to the hallway across from his office. He nodded to her as she stood beside him.
“So, how did it go with Brenda?” she asked quietly as they watched over the nearly empty shop.
“Not good I’m afraid,” he mumbled sadly. “I think she’s moving out. At least ... that’s what she said she was gonna do!”
“Did you fuck her brains out?”
He sighed. “Felt more like I raped her if you were to judge by her response,” he muttered, embarrassed that he was sharing his intimate life with his aide. “I wasn’t even that rough.”
“Good,” Trinity quipped as she turned to fetch her hood. “Like I told you. You deserve better than her.”
It probably looked silly to see a girl in a skirt wearing old leather boots and a well-worn Iron Man welding hood as she wandered around the various booths to check on the students and offer pointers. An hour later she stepped into the office to find him sitting behind the old desk looking glum. She hung up her hood and grabbed the ring of keys.
“I’m going to clean up and shut everything down,” she told him as she stood in the doorway. “If you are still here when I get back, you are going to bend me over that desk and pound me into the stone age.” She met his astonished eyes with a wink and stepped out to complete her work. It took her thirty minutes and — after parking the forklift and locking up, she flipped off the breakers, plunging the large shop into darkness. Returning to the office, she smiled when she saw the lights still on. Her panties were damp with anticipation as she stepped inside and locked the door behind her.
He looked almost resigned as she stepped out of her boots and walked barefoot across the floor. She bent over and kissed him, feeling his slight tremor as he surrendered and kissed her back. She slowly turned towards the desk and lifted her skirt to her hips as she bent over. With both hands she hooked the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs, revealing her gleaming moist crack. She heard his chair creak as she lowered her face to her hands and waited. Her legs trembled as she felt him close in and drop to his knees behind her. She was startled when his rough hands grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart. He hadn’t shaved for a couple of days and his coarse whiskers felt scratchy against her skin as he pressed his face into her mound.
She shivered and groaned in ecstasy as she felt his warm wet tongue enter her vagina and flick around the soft folds of her labia. “Oh, God you are amazing!” she hissed as her entire body shook from his touch. By pressing down on her toes, she raised her heels and lifted her hips to press against him. Her soft mewling cries sounded frequently as he licked, sucked, and probed her with his mouth and tongue. When he stopped and pulled away, she moaned with disappointment. It was short-lived however and she yelped as he pressed his rigid shaft against her. He rubbed the head up and down several times in her slit before plunging himself completely inside her with one forceful thrust of his hips. She cried out in shock and pleasure as he took her with a growl and began grunting heavily with each rapid thrust that followed. Her small torso slid back and forth across the desk surface as he mounted and fucked her like a beast. The rickety desk began moving as its metal feet screeched across the cement floor. She held on to the sides helplessly as he rammed her over and over.
Finally, he gasped loudly and thrust himself tightly inside her, holding himself there as he ejaculated with several spastic twitches. She shuddered and came beneath him as he pinned her to the desk. “Oh!” she repeated as she gasped for breath. He groaned and pulled out of her. By the time her legs were stable enough to support her again, he had already buttoned his trousers and stood quietly watching her with apprehensive eyes.
She bent over and stepped out of the panties, handing them to him. “Whew!” she breathed as she smiled up at his questioning face. “You really know how to take the edge off.” He appeared relieved by her words. “Keep them,” she added at the frilly underwear. “Something to remember me by if you have to rub one out later.” She went over and put on her canvas high tops, before grabbing her bag and slipping it over her shoulder.
He quietly accepted her kiss as she stood on her toes to face him. “You are an amazing, sweet guy, Brian,” she said softly. “I know you are going to find the woman of your dreams before too long.” She went to the door and looked back at him wistfully. “Part of me hopes it won’t be until after next semester.”
Her air exploded from her chest as she landed flat on her back on the training mat. She lay there gasping for a moment while Dom and Hector stood looking down at her curiously. Once she got her wind back her rage erupted and she flipped over backwards to land on her feet. “Ow! Faggot! What the hell was that sucker punch for?” she demanded as she crouched over her center of gravity with her hands poised in front of her.
Hector smirked and shrugged innocently. “You were getting cocky,” he replied with his heavy Latino accent. “Cocky gets you killed!”
She wouldn’t have called it cocky — but for a minute there she had them both on the defense. Okay, maybe a little cocky. Things had changed over the last few weeks of training with them. At first, they focused on one fighting style at a time as they stomped the shit out of her. One day it was just boxing, the next karate, krav maga, or ninjutsu. Some days they only sparred with legs. During those times she could at least predict what they might pull within the bounds of the discipline. Now they circled her and hit her with everything they had trained her thus far. Their stance was simple and valid. If she trained against two opponents, she should be able to handle one.
This premise didn’t hold up whenever the ‘one’ happened to be either of them. It didn’t seem to matter if she fought one or the other — or both. She always spent more time picking herself up off the mat and shaking it off than actually landing the occasional solid strike. And at the end of every two-hour practice, they warmly embraced her and assured her that she was improving greatly.
“Go home, salt soak, and think on it,” they would say. “You will see that it is the truth.”
Two hours was still a ways off though so she prepared herself for another hard lesson. She wasn’t disappointed as they both attacked her. Sometimes one would feint to confuse her while the other struck hard and fast. Sometimes she defended herself well. Sometimes they both attacked and she still defended herself well. But they always got the better of her eventually.
“Your greatest advantage over Crippler is your ability to absorb damage,” Dom said calmly as he circled behind her.
“She couldn’t take half the damage you can,” Hector agreed. “But then she doesn’t have to.”
“She rarely has to withstand any damage because she is fast...”
Trinity ducked the kick that was aimed at her head from behind and rolled past Hector’s stomp before returning to her feet and facing them both. They simultaneously lunged at her trying to drive her back. She blocked them both and snaked her foot behind Dominic, sweeping his feet out from under him. She knew Hector was already swinging as she twisted herself around and barely dodged the blow. Dominic barely even touched the matt before he was rolling backward and onto his feet a split second after he went down.
“That was good!” he said with a gentle smile. “That was excellent!”
Trinity stood her ground poised as they nodded agreeably. “No cocky!” she muttered under her breath as she prepared for the next attack.
“That too was good!” Hector grinned as he wagged his finger. “No cocky!”
And they attacked again.
It was late when she got home and found the familiar white Vespa parked to the side of the garage, allowing her to pull inside and close the door behind her. Lizzy was waiting for her in the living room with a pile of her belongings on the floor around her. She looked nervous until she got a view (and whiff) of Trinity. Then her eyes went wide.
Trinity was accustomed to her odor and smiled wearily as she moved in for a hug. “Hey Bestie!” she said cheerfully. “I’m so happy to see you!” She stopped short when she saw the platinum girl’s wrinkled nose. “That bad, eh?”
“Um, yeah ... sorta,” she replied sheepishly as she stepped further back. “I’m sorry.”
Trinity shrugged and then winced as she slowly pulled her sweat-stained t-shirt off. Her new roommate gasped in shock as she turned and tossed it into the laundry hamper.
“Jesus Trin!” she gasped, “What the hell happened to you?”
Trinity groaned as she shed her sweat pants and tossed them after the shirt. “Just a typical day of MMA practice with Dom and Hector,” she said as she turned her naked body towards the master bedroom. “Come talk to me while I soak.”
“It looks like somebody set you on fire and tried to put you out — with a chain,” Lizzy stated as she followed her into the master suite with the giant tub. Trinity turned on the taps gingerly and dumped a double handful of Epsom salts in as it filled.
“Get used to it baby girl,” she moaned as she stepped into the steaming water and slowly lowered herself down. “I spar four nights a week.”
“What do you do for the other three? Fight crime in a sexy pair of tights?”
Trinity snorted as she sank lower into the hot bath. “Fridays are relaxation and healing days,” she replied. “I do class and then take a nap, until bedtime. Saturdays are fuck off days. I sleep til I wake up and take another nap. Some nights I get a fight if they pick me. And Sunday is for church.”
Lizzy blinked at her in disbelief. “You go to church?”
“Nah. Just kidding. That’s another fuck off day.” She sighed as the heat began to ease her aches. “So, what changed your mind about moving in?”
Lizzy frowned. “My landlady told me she was going to double my rent!” she replied angrily. “Can you believe that? And get this,” she said kneeling beside the tub and resting her arms across the edge. “After I told her I couldn’t afford it and was moving out — she threatened to keep my deposit for not giving her enough notice! And she still wants me to come by and help her with her disabled son...”