Training with Lilly

It takes a moment to find Lilly. She is not in her room, but David tells you she stored her training machines in one of the empty spare rooms. This is likely going to be the fitness room from now on. Well, you can think of worse ways to use the space. When you enter the room, Lilly is already in her gym clothes. A simple black and red sport bra and short pants with the logo of her sponsor. The logo is also on some of her equipment.

Lilly once told you that as a professional material arts fighter, she has found a sport equipment company that wanted to sponsor her. That’s how she earns her money. She also does some side jobs and works as a personal trainer. You are not sure how much money she has. But you assume it is not that much, because most of her stuff is either from her sponsor or second hand.

“Well, look who found the way to the **** chamber,” Lilly says smiling while she stretches her body, “good choice, Delta. Training is important. We don’t want the next asshole to beat you up so badly too. Or at least not so easily. However, what do you think about the private gym. A real improvement of the house, isn’t it?”

You look around and nod. The floor is covered with luminol. All other rooms in the house have either wooden or carpeted floors. Despite the long period of unuse of the room, there is no damage whatsoever to the walls and floors. Or maybe one of the others has already worked here. A barbell and a treadmill are set up in the front area. A mat for martial arts and a punching bag occupies the rear area. On the left side is a table with water and a first aid kit. Another piece of equipment, the purpose of which you don't know, as well as a narrow dumbbell stand are on the left side. All in all, Lilly really did a good job on this room.

“I know you are not as fit as I am, but I owe you big time for letting me stay here,” Lilly says and smashes her knuckles against each other, “so, I’m giving you a personal training today. Just try to keep up and don’t worry. I will slow down a little for you. Just change and let’s start with a warm up.”

You change into your sport clothes, which are way less professional and sexy than Lillis. For a moment you think about keeping the ring on, but in the end, you decide it is better not to do so. Nobody sane wears jewelry while doing sport. Lilly seems pleased and starts the warm up.

For her it might be warm up. For you, it is almost the whole training. Push-ups, sit-ups, squats and gymnastics. Each until your muscles burn. Afterwards running on the treadmill for 15 minutes. At least Lilly goes first so you can rest a while. When you are done, your trainer seems indeed impressed. And this is very rare. However, she is neither really sweaty nor out of breath.

“Not bad,” Lilly comments and nods, “not bad at all. Much better than the rich bastards I train normally. With some serious training we can send you on some simple missions without me having to hold your hands.”

“Now that you mention it,” you say out of breath, “you say a lot negative things about your regular clients. Why are you training them when you don’t like them?”

“Come to the mat for some sparring!” Lilly replies, “I talk to you as long as you can stand. Gloves on!”

You are not sure how you should survive this, but you also never got Lilly in such a talkative mood. You talk sometimes during your work on the house or at demonstrations, but never had a serious talk with her. the only one who seems to know more about Lilly is Jenny. And she stays silent. This could be a chance to find out more about her. Quickly you grab a pair of boxing gloves and move to the mat.

“Freestyle,” Lilly explains, “punching, blocking, kicking. Everything is allowed, as long as we don’t cause serious injuries. And when somebody is on the ground, the fight stops immediately. Understood?”

You nod and get ready. It’s not the first time you have a training fight with her. You know what awaits you. It is some kind of initiation rite that ever member of the group, who wants to go on missions with the rest, has to stand a fight against Lilly in the ring. It is mostly for strengthening cohesion, but Jenny and Lilly also want to see that you are capable of defending yourself. It took you a lot of bruises and two bloody noses to pass this test. As much as you know, Alima is the only one who hasn’t passed by now.

“Well, back to your question,” Lilly says while effortlessly attacking you with strong punches, “I work for them because they have money. And they pay good for a true champion training their spoiled brats or themselves. Some of them are fine, but mostly the people who want me as their trainer are fat and never moved a finger in their life. They want to brag about being able to afford a champion like me. Some also enjoy the view on my ass and try to get me to their gala dinners. None of them takes training seriously. They never had to fight. I would kick their asses with no effort, but then I wouldn’t be able to pay my rent anymore.”

“I … see,” you gasp since the ongoing blocking and avoiding is exhausting, “and … what about us? I mean … the group.”

“Depends,” Lilly answers and easily avoids your first counterattack, “Jenny is the only one who can even challenge me, at least for some time. David and Gina are good, but not on my level. You, Connor and the Zeta-Twins can at least take care of yourself until help arrives. Allie and Alima are … a joke. They better stay in the background. Well, your sister at least is not a hopeless case. But Alima … arms like toothpicks and the will to fight of a tennis sock. I will never understand why Jenny decided to make somebody like her a member of the group. I like her too, but she weakens us.”

While talking, Lilly suddenly delivers a high kick to your chest. You get thrown back but manage to roll back on your feet. Quickly you use the momentum and jump at Lilly to tackle her down. Sadly, she knows this trick, since she was the one who showed it to you, and easily throws you to the ground. Before you can do anything, you feel a weight on your back and strong arms around you head and neck. You gasp for air and after a moment Lilly gets off you.

“Very good tackle,” Lilly praises proud and offers you a and to get up, “still, you are done for today. Train again with me and one day we turn you into a real fighter. Until then, happy muscle soreness tomorrow.”

“Can I ask you one last question?” you ask while taking the gloves off.

“Only if I can punch you for the answer,” Lilly answers warning, “your choice, boy.”