She can't wait to kick his ass

Nancy sighed, closing her eyes. The idea of getting to punch the smug sonofabitch in the face was… alluring. She caught a tiny smile on her face as she imagined her clenched fist smashing into his ugly, creepy nose. “Fine…” she hissed, an expression of grim joy on her features as she turned around to find herself face to face with Schmelzer. She looked him deep in the eyes. “Let’s go downstairs…”

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Nancy slammed her locker shut with determination, the clanging of the metal door on the metal frame ringing loudly in the empty changing room of the LAPD gym. Taking a deep breath, she turned the cabinet lock, then grabbed the small, metal padlock from the bench beside her and slid it through the loops, snapping it shut.

With her clothes and her valuables locked away, the Latina turned to give herself a quick once-over in the large mirror hanging on the wall. She always kept a spare gym outfit at the precinct. You never knew when work would get a little too much and you needed to blow off a little steam and Nancy had found that the precinct’s well-equipped little gym was the perfect place to clear her head in the middle of a stressful, complicated day of work. Or when you needed to show your creep of a co-worker who was boss.

She was dressed in a tight black pair of leggings that clung to the shape of her legs like a second skin, basically molded to every one of her curves as well as a matching sports bra. The u-shaped neckline plunged down to reveal just a hint of cleavage while simultaneously securely holding her breasts firmly in place, making sure she would not have to worry about some wardrobe malfunction even if things got a little dynamic. The hemline reached about two inches below her chest, revealing a portion of her toned midriff that was both sexy while not looking like she was seeking attention. Her hair was done up in a simple ponytail, swinging playfully from side to side as Nancy rose to her tiptoes and lightly bounced from side to side in front of the mirror, testing out the grip her bare feet had on the floor. She lifted her hands, balled into fists into a defensive boxer’s stance and fired off a few quick punches, shadowboxing in front of the mirror.

Satisfied, her full lips turned into a small smile as she came to a rest and stared back at herself. She was going to enjoy this.

“Let’s do this!” she hissed, feeling the adrenaline coursing through her bloodstream in anxious excitement at the imminent combat. Decidedly, she pushed the changing room’s door open and stepped into the hallway, briskly making her way towards the big double-wing doors that led towards the gym. She was hyped.

“Took you long enough, McKenna!” Schmelzer’s sneering voice rang across the large room as soon as she shoved the heavy doors open to enter. The LAPD gym had been a total waste of tax payer money. Located on the lower floor of the precinct, the room was large enough to hold a variety of workout gear and machines including weight benches, treadmills, power stations as well as a series of punching bags. All of it was state-of-the-art, modern equipment that had been brought into the chic, modern room for the personal to utilize and stay fit, only for the majority of staff to continue to visit the older run-down gyms around town that they had visited forever, preferring the rough atmosphere at those places over the elegant, clean look of the precinct’s facilities. As a result, the chances of being able to train here alone were quite high, which in turn was an advantage in McKenna’s eyes whenever she had to work through some frustration.

Schmelzer leaned cockily against the ropes of the small boxing ring that had been set up at the far side of the room. In all her time with the ****, Nancy had never seen Schmelzer working out and her first look almost made her roll her eyes as the wiry man was dressed completely in a black UFC fighter’s outfit consisting of a pair of black, loose-fitting shorts and a black shirt that both not only were emblazoned with the company’s logo, but also showed his name in bright yellow letters on the side of the pants. Even from this distance she could tell that the outfit was new, in mint condition. What a poser.

She made her way past the gym equipment and climbed into the ring by ducking under the top rope, making sure to keep her eyes trained on the middle-aged man, who watched her with unbridled amusement.

“You can back out, McKenna. We don’t have to do this…” he offered, the mocking tone of his voice making it clear that he would consider that a victory.

“We definitely do!” she shot back firmly as she straightened, glaring at her foe before lifting her hands into a combat ready stance.

Schmelzer shrugged, appearing amused by her intensity before lifting his hands as well, though his interpretation of a fighting pose was far more lackadaisical. “You asked for it…”