Heather suggests Lucy fight her

“How about I fight YOU instead?” Heather smirked. “You train Billy. But you can’t even knock him out. I want to show you why I’m more qualified.”

Lucy was taken aback. Was this bitch serious? Did she honestly think she had a shot at this?

Lucy took a moment to consider. She /did/ enjoy putting down arrogant bimbos, and it /would/ solve her student’s problems. But Heather was still a parent at the school, could Lucy really use her boxing know-how to beat her up and get away with it?

Lucy paused, thought some more, then smiled.

“You know what? Yeah. Alright. Let’s do it.”

Lucy offered Heather some private home-lessons before their match, both to give her a fighting chance and to maybe just show off the skill gap and make her forfeit. Heather smiled at this offer, and left soon after.

Lucy wasn’t sure if that meant Heather would take her up on it and get some lessons before the fight, or if the next time she heard from the milf would be to arrange the fight, but she soon got her answer. Not even a day later, Lucy’s phone rang, and she answered it to Heather’s voice.

“Bring your boxing gear to my house,” the melodic voice commanded. And Lucy did, ready to show Heather what Billy, apparently, could not. She would clean this middle-aged milf up, prove that her student hadn’t truly been KO’d, and set the world right again. Whether this home visit was for training before the fight, or for the actual fight itself, Lucy didn’t feel a single shred of fear or true concern as she packed her boxing gloves into her car.

That was her mistake.