Make the first attack, time to kick his arrogant ass!

You launch yourself at Jimbo, making a grab for his shoulders. He anticipates your attack however and spins you around so that you are in a bearhug, you back to him.

You struggle to escape, feeling his crotch hard against your backside. While keeping your arms pinned one of Jimbo's hands strays to your right breast, which he cups and squeezes.

"Always predictable," you mutter as he gropes your tit. You act immediately, hooking one leg behind his and then thrusting backwards with all you weight. Your foot around his ankle puts him off balance and the two of you topple over, you landing heavily on top of him and knocking the air from his lungs, breaking his hold.

Taking advantage of the situation you spin over and lock both his arms above his head. The position means you are right up his body, straddling his stomach with your expansive chest pressed into his face. He's obviously enjoying the situation as he rubs his face from side to side in your bosom. With an irate growl you increase the pressure, twisting his arms further causing him to yelp with agony.

"Do you submit Bond?" asks Trish from the side of the mat.

"Yes!" he gasps loudly, his voice somewhat muffled by your breasts.

"Well done Agent Hooters," says Trish as the two of you stand up, Jimbo glares at you, slightly angered by his defeat.

Good work, time to go and get showered for the next class - written theory lessons