She sees you

The woman stops her kickboxing routine, hunching over her shoulders briefly with her hands just above her kneecaps, catching her breath. She looks around the room, her gaze locking when she spies the dumbbell rack that you're trying to hide behind. She slowly moves over, as though on her guard, then suddenly reaches behind it, grabbing you by the ear and pulling you into view.

"What is this? A boy? What do you think you're doing in a woman's gymnasium after curfew?" You look at her, eyes suddenly flush with fear. She squeezes your ear tightly, looking you in the eye.

"Pl-please," you say. "I'm- I - I kind of have a problem." She grins as the police lights flash briefly on the wall as a cruiser drives by.

"They're looking for you, aren't they boy?" She tugs you a bit closer, still with an iron grip on your ear. "You're out carousing and being bad, aren't you? Tsk tsk."

"Yes, well... uhm, it's a misunderstanding," you say, recounting your story about how the work bus broke down and you chose to defiantly walk the short distance to your flat rather than await a female escort. She listens pensively, then chuckles a bit at your predicament. She twists your ear a bit.

"So tell me.. why shouldn't I turn you in? You're a lawbreaker, obviously out to defile women and be naughty in general. There would be a reward in it for me, and uhm.. well, you would be going away for a while." She grinned, licking her lips, moving a bit closer to you, obviously enjoying your predicament. "Go on," she whispered. "Convince me not to call the police on you."

You gasp nervously, mind racing, trying to think of... something. Anything to talk your way out of this.

"You-you know these stupid curfew laws are unjust! Why should you be allowed to be out while I have to stay inside just because I have a penis? That's just... just not fair!" She giggles and howls with delight as you make your speech. She releases your ear, hands on hips.

"All right, honey. You can get off your soapbox now. I'll tell you what. I'm practicing some moves here and I need a partner. That big heavy bag just doesn't cut it. Spar with me a little bit and I promise I won't say anything to the police and help you get out of here."

You swallow hard, looking over her toned, lithe, lovely body. She is about 5'6" tall, asian, clad in black shorts and a black tank top, with jet black hair pulled back into a ponytail. You had seen her kickbox routine and knew you didn't stand a chance against her. "Uhm, well," you say. "I watched you a little bit. I don't-don't think i'd be much competition.."

She smirks at you, arms folded contemptuously, reaching for her cell phone. "Okay then, I guess it's the police." You panic, eyes wide, grabbing her arm before she can dial the phone..

"NO! No, wait!" She puts the phone down, smiling.