Lucy sends Billy home

“Billy, what the hell was that?” Coach Lucy asked him quietly. “I know her kick to your chest didn’t make you forget how to box, so what’s up with you?”

Billy leaned in the corner of the ring, slumped and breathing heavily. Trying to recover from the beating he’d just, quite publicly, endured.

“She’s… Better than she looks, coach,” Billy mumbled between breaths.

Lucy looked at him with doubt. If there was one person Billy couldn’t lie to, it was his coach. She was too involved in his progress, too caring about nurturing his prodigal talents. Billy could make Anna think she just got a lucky hit, or make his mom think she had him outclassed, but he couldn’t deceive Lucy in the same way.

The fact was, this had nothing to do with how good Carly was. There were a hundred openings that Billy would usually have exploited. He was getting hit by shots he’d normally never get hit by. Carly was a fine athlete, but she wasn’t some high-level boxer. Not the way that she’s just looked against Billy. And Coach Lucy was the only one who could see it.

Though she, mercifully, seemed to not know what had happened at the moms’ boxing seminar she had asked Billy to lead, she obviously knew something was up. And when not one of those moms had their daughters apply to the club, she might ask questions. Questions like…

“Have you been getting enough sleep?” Lucy asked, tapping Billy’s leg twice to signal he should get out of the ring.

The question was an honest one. Maybe he was just tired, and that’s why it was off his game. But it made Billy shiver. If anything, Lucy’s star pupil had been getting TOO MUCH sleep…

Billy pushed himself out of the corner and slipped under the ropes, hopping down to follow Lucy as she walked him to a bench. Throughout the gym, the other students had started sparring their new partners - while Billy, the best of them, was **** to sit out.

What were they all thinking about him? What was CARLY thinking about him? No doubt he’d be seeing her around the gym again, now. If she’d lost interest in boxing from before, he’d certainly reignited her spark. And she must have been feeling the lack of closure from never getting that final blow on his legendary chin…

“I think you should head home early,” Lucy told him. “I know you’ve missed a few sessions here already, but you’re clearly out of it. So just… Go home, recuperate, and come back next time. Okay?”

Billy nodded, slowly. Embarrassed by his shoddy performance, embarrassed that he’d nearly just gone to sleep in front of the entire club, and embarrassed that “going home early” really meant going back to Karen’s house… To serve the bitchy milf who had been working his powerful body ragged.

He still had a bit of time before he had to leave for her house. She might not appreciate him showing up early, again. But he wasn’t sure he wanted to go back to Anna at his home either. She would no doubt notice how groggy he was, and have questions. Teasing, humiliating questions.

Fuck… Billy was getting bullied by his own little sister, so much that he would almost rather go to Karen’s house. Just how dominated was he, that these women had such royal control over his life?

Should he go to Karen’s house? Or back home to Anna? Or maybe he could pass the time somewhere else entirely. Hopefully somewhere he could be left alone. The last thing he would want is someone like Carly catching him sitting alone somewhere, and rubbing everything in…