Schmelzer wants a high stakes rematch

She turned towards the ropes, ready to climb out of the ring and get back to work when he cried out.

“Wait!” His voice still sounded strained, a little out of breath, “I want a rematch!”

Nancy paused, glancing back at him with a smirk. Schmelzer had pushed himself up into a sitting position, rubbing his aching right elbow while giving her a glare.

“As fun as this was, Ryan, I have work to do.” She coolly replied, ducking down under the ropes, “You simply aren’t worth my time…”

“I’ll quit!”

Schmelzer’s words stopped her dead in her tracks just as she was about to exit the ring. She frowned, hesitating a second before she sighed and looked back. “What?!”

“C’mon, McKenna! You know as well as I do that this was just luck! I bet you can’t do that again and if you do I will quit my job and will be out of your hair…”

She stared back at him, shocked by his offer. Most likely, it was bullshit. The man was a weasel, trusting him to be true to his word would require a level of naivety that was almost insulting to a seasoned LAPD Detective. Nonetheless, she had easily beaten him and with every passing second, she felt the craving to punch him in the face again.

Returning into the ring, she straightened, cautiously eyeing the disgusting man.

“And what if you win?” she asked, unable to stop herself from being intrigued at least a little.

When the smile spread on his face, she felt the strong urge to agree to his terms just to feel the satisfaction of wiping it off again, even before he named his terms. What a slimy cockroach! He stood, a slight wince crossing his features as he rose back to his feet. His ribs were sore with the well-placed body kick Nancy had landed, but before Nancy could savor his pain too much, he hid it behind that unnerving grin. He took a deep breath, knowing that the more casual he was about this, the more he was driving her insane. “I am putting my ass on the line here,” he smirked, “Only fair for you to do the same…”

Her pretty eyes went wide when she caught his meaning and for a second, he could see her mind reeling. It was an amazing sight, the stunning detective, stumped for words at his lewd proposal. “I… don’t do anal!” she finally pressed out, her voice vibrant with anger.

“You will when I beat you!” he shot back, loving her passion, “Once I win, you’ll be face-down-ass-up on this mat for me, spreading that culo wide for me and begging me to fuck you…”

With every word Nancy could feel herself getting more pissed off. Subconsciously, she clenched her buttocks as this dirtbag of a man blatantly told her what he wanted to do to her, how he wanted to violate her, demean her. Once again, the wish to punch him in the face became almost overbearing.

“Fuck off!” she hissed, pulling a face of disgust at this sick man.

“Alright, alright, don’t get your panties in a bunch,” Schmelzer lifted his hands with a mock look of innocence on his face. It had been worth a shot, but he wasn’t surprised that she didn’t go for it. He would skewer this uptight bitch sooner or later, it would all just require a little more finesse. “How about that Navy Cross then?! One of America’s highest military honors in the hands of some Latina thot?! That doesn’t sound right to me…”

Nancy scowled. She had earned that medal and while she didn’t parade it around and brag about it to others, it was one of her most priced possessions. Putting it up in a bet felt… cheap.

Schmelzer sensed her apprehension, the slight frown on her beautiful forehead, the curl of distaste in the corners of her mouth. “I am putting my job on the line here, McKenna!” he prodded further, egging her on, “Besides, if you can’t beat up a lowly civilian like me, one could argue that you don’t deserve that Cross in the first place…”

Her nostrils flared slightly as he once more questioned her competency, barely a minute after she had proven her skill-level to him. Years of humiliating doubts from chauvinist male colleagues and jealous female colleagues really had implanted a deep-seeded impulse inside her mind that made her need to prove herself again and again. That she was more successful because of her hard work and discipline, not because of her dark, soulful eyes and firm booty. While she kept a lid on that insecurity as best she could, Ryan Schmelzer had the annoying ability to find her sore spot and he seemed to delight in pushing her buttons. Well, this time, pushing her buttons would mean he’d get a couple lumps and bruises and would find himself looking for a job.

“Deal!” she growled, a grim smirk forming on her lips.