Mike wants more practice.

“Wait,” says Mike, “I think I need more practice first. I’m not sure I’ve got all the moves quite right.”

“You’re a natural, really spot-on with the kick and the punches you gave me earlier,” replies Brooke, “but... you can do a bit more I suppose.”

“Ok, great!” says Mike, putting his fists up. He felt surprisingly aroused by the thought of laying more hurt on Brooke’s **** bits. Having already climaxed twice did nothing to stem his youthful sex drive, and his erection raged harder than ever.

Brooke held up a finger and waggled it from side to side, “nuh uh, hold your horses there. My clit and my ovaries are a bit injured, and I don’t want you popping them for good. But... we’ve got a perfectly good punching bag right here for you.”

Mike followed Brooke’s gaze to the still-**** form of Heather sprawled on the mat.

“Aren’t you guys friends?” asked Mike.

“Uhh... you remember right? When I popped her clit and everything? No! We’re not friends,” said Brooke, “we used to be... until I found out last week she was putting moves on Milo, my boyfriend. Now come on, you can absolutely destroy her if you want.”

Brooke walks over to Heather and bends forward, pulling at Heather’s black top and her skirt as she tries to tear them off.