Women's Self-Defense

The side effects of universal barrier treatment reversed many of the traditions of heterosexual relations. Women's increased libido meant that men had no trouble in finding sexual partners, but the reverse was absolutely not true. Men increasingly found it profitable and enjoyable to sell sex. Of course, fig leaves had to be used. In the past, "massage parlors" and escorts who only "sold their time" had created a veneer of respectable and provided at least minimal protection from prosecution. The post-Culver era saw a rapid proliferation of businesses that adopted these practices for a female clientele.

The reception area was not what she expected from a self-defense studio. Clean, shiny. The wood was fake but it wasn't scuffed or dirty. The smell was pleasant. They obviously cleaned here but didn't overuse anything harsh.

Her friends had all been before. They'd been adamant that it wasn't what she expected. No karate uniforms, breaking boards, wrestling around on sweat soaked mats.

"They're great!" "And hot." "Like, hottttttt..." with a throaty growl. "And really gentle."

And so after repeated conversations about the instructors' skill, but mostly hotness, Lily had agreed to attend a trial class.

"Can I offer you some wine?" It was not a question she had expected in a self-defense studio, but the receptionist had a bottle ready to go. She smiled disarmingly. "Your first class is a free trial, so it's on the house."

The others, even though they had to pay extra, universally clamored for a glass. Lily acceded. Might help her let loose with some aggression.

After a few minutes to let the wine settle, the receptionist showed them back to the changing area. Each of them had individual cubicles. Go in on one side, get changed, go out the other and you'd be on the floor of the studio. It struck her as odd that there was a mirror and a makeup table, but maybe women liked to put on makeup after the lesson. Lily changed into sneakers, spandex shorts, a sports bra, and a t shirt. She didn't want to show too much skin if there were a bunch of guys touching her.

She exited her changing cubicle. Liz was the only one out before Lily. Liz had not changed her clothes at all.

"Is there something wrong with your cubicle? Do you want to use mine?"

"No, I'm just going to wear this." "This" was a tight minidress and high heels. "Sensei John told us today we were going to work on moves to use if someone tried to grope us in a club. He says it's better if we wear clothes that are realistic for real life situations." She winked at Lily. Questions arose in Lily's mind, but before she could ask them Sarah and Marisa came out of their changing areas. They were also wearing clothes that Lily thought were more appropriate for a third date than any kind of athletic performance. A door at the other end of the room opened. Lily recognized Sensei John from his advertisements. He was followed by three other men.

"Good afternoon, ladies, and welcome to our new student. These gentlemen will be assisting me today. Each of you will have very personal attention in my classes." He had the same tone of voice Liz had used when talking about realism. "So let's begin. Liz, if a man comes up behind you while you are dancing and grabs you without permission, what would you do?"

One of the men had already wrapped his arms around Liz's waist and was slowly grinding into her. Liz looked over her shoulder at him. They were both smiling. "I would twerk that thing!" And Liz bent over at the waist, pushed her ass back into him, and vibrated back and forth. The mirrors on the walls of the studio showed every angle.

"That's great, Liz! If you do that you'll probably make him jizz his pants and he'll leave you alone. Let's all pair up. I'll be with Lily since she's new. "

"Sensei John, shouldn't we be learning to like, escape? Or fight back? It seems like if I make a guy cum he'll just want more from me."

"That's a great point, Lily. Those are the kinds of things we learn in advanced classes and private lessons. For right now, let's just practice twerking like Liz said." He took a remote control out of his pocket and hit a button. Loud club music boomed through the speakers. The lights lowered and began flashing. It was a perfect replica of the kinds of clubs where they would normally spend their Saturdays. He approached and took her buy the waist. He was as gentle as they said he was. She looked around and saw her three friends furiously grinding on the men. Back and forth. Sliding up and down. Liz was still bent over pushing back into her partner, and he had grabbed her, roughly pushing his hips between her legs and making her dress rise up. Marisa had pushed her instructor's hand down between her legs with one hand and had the other wrapped up in his hair. Sarah had turned around and was face to face. She had one of his legs locked between hers pressed on her crotch, rocking her hips back and forth, arched back, expressing ecstasy.

Lily pushed Sensei John off of her, ran into the changing cubicle, and turned the lock. As she stood there, shaking, the music turned off. "It seems we've had someone who had to leave early, so we have an extra instructor available. Ladies, would any of you like to practice defending against two attackers?" Delighted squeals made it clear that they were all enthusiastically volunteering.

Lily grabbed her bag off the changing table. She did not put her street clothes back on. She ran out past the receptionist, who smiled. She knew that women who ran out of their first lesson always wound up coming back and paying more than the other customers.