Billy lays his trap

Lucy's face lit up as Billy walked back in. For a fleeting moment, she thought he had left the arena without her knowledge.

Exhaling audibly, Lucy stood up from the bench, leaving a set of wet buttock prints on its metal seat. For the duration Billy was away, she was tensed, and the beads of sweat on her face were a telling proof.

"Billy...", Lucy paused.

Billy's eyes were all red and teary, though his face was without a speck of emotion. A sense of defeat loomed all over him.

Lucy hurriedly walked towards him and took hold of his loose shoulders. Billy bent his head down, ignoring her gaze.

"Billy...look at me!", she cried, failing miserably to stifle her voice.

The sudden jerk on his shoulders shook Billy, forcing him to look up. Lucy was half panting, frustrated to witness such a pathetic state of her future star.

"Billy I know it's hard for you...to accept all of this..."

Lucy shut her eyes close and took a deep breath, trying desperately to calm herself.

"I'm not judging you...is that clear?", Lucy tightened her hold, trying to convey the sincerity of her statement.

"It's natural...especially at this age..."

"Lucy...let's not pretend the way I acted is natural!", Billy interjected.

Lucy froze at Billy's outburst. The look of despair on his face was poles apart from the imposing tone of his voice.

"Billy..."

"Just listen for a moment Lucy...", Billy stopped her once again and gave his hands a slight yank, cueing Lucy to loosen her grip on his shoulders. She was taken aback but understood his predicament and obliged.

Lucy brought her arms down and took a step back. She gave Billy a slight nod as if assuring him she won't cut in between. Billy didn't notice her fists clenched in frustration.

"...Lucy I...", Billy choked, tears swelling up in his eyes.

Lucy couldn't bear this anymore. She realized he was trying hard to sound confident, yet failed to speak anything coherent. This was painful to watch.

"...I know I'm supposed to be this prodigy...the youngest champion...but this has taken...a toll on my mental health...and I need you..."

Lucy held his face compassionately, bringing her face very close to his. Lucy winced as Billy took hold of her wrists. She presumed he'd tug her hands down again, just like before.

He didn't.

Instead, Billy tightened his grasp. Lucy could see his teary eyes begging for help. From his coach...no...his friend.

"...As your coach, I'm responsible...for your physical prowess...but...as your friend...". Lucy came even closer.

Billy flinched, the faint smell of her breath noticeable.

"...I need to look after your mental well-being as well...". She noticed a twitch on Billy's upper lip and gave a small grin in return, hinting he didn't need to **** a smile. Billy nodded and blinked in relief.

Billy gradually released her wrists. Lucy stepped sideways to gently rub his back, affirming that she stood by him.

"Billy...listen very carefully...", Lucy paused, to let her words sink properly.

Billy nodded twice.

"I need you to realize that keeping your mind away from such trivial distractions is my topmost priority...". A sense of urgency was noticeable in her tone.

"...so I'm ready to go to any lengths to make you the ultimate boxer..."

Billy's heart fluttered as she spoke those words.

"...Billy...don't hesitate...speak out your mind and tell me what I can do for you...and trust me...it will be done...". She clearly emphasized the word 'will'.

"Lucy...are you sure?", Billy asked, a sense of hesitation in his voice.

"For my champ...anything". Lucy beamed with pleasure, realizing she could finally be of some help.

Billy abruptly embraced her in a tight hug. Lucy was pleasantly surprised to witness such a display of emotion from Billy. She curled her arms in return and hugged back, affectionately running her fingers through his hair.

***

The plan had been executed perfectly.

Billy's facade of sadness, his blood-red eyes, and his jittery voice had precisely hit all the right spots.

Lucy was now putty in Billy's hand. He could mold her into any shape or form...

...make her do anything his perverted mind wished for.

The success of his scheme made sure that Lucy won't go through any unforeseen transformations like his mother. From Lucy's perspective, it was all her idea. This was all being done to help Billy.

Even if he asks his gullible coach to knock him out then and there, she would happily agree, as it is now part of the 'training'.

This won't end like Heather, who made his life a living hell. This scenario would all be under Billy's control.

He still wasn't finished with his hug. Lucy's naive mind took Billy's tight embrace as his way of showing gratitude.

If only she realized he was just enjoying her curvy, athletic body. A devilish smirk etched on Billy's face as his hands fondled her tight ass.

He was shrewd enough not to let his hand linger on her butt for more than a moment, making it seem like an accidental brush. Poor Lucy didn't have a clue.

Billy couldn't stop himself and took a peek behind Lucy's shoulder. Her shapely, tight, yoga pants-clad butt was simply remarkable. He could've given anything to switch places with that yoga pant, to be snuggled between her cheeks.

Billy gulped. Such proximity with Lucy and the picturesque view of her ass was having an astounding effect on his dick. He released his hold as a result and stepped back, almost irritated at the lack of control over his cock.

"So tell me, Billy...is there anything in your mind...something we can do to help you?..."

Billy almost pitied at the look of concern on his coach's face. Such ingenuity was boosting his arrogance even further.

"It was humiliating enough for me that you discovered my 'secret' in such a manner...", Billy spoke nonchalantly.

Lucy winced at the sudden change in Billy's tone.

"...so I want to take some time...to think about how we need to approach this further..."

For a moment Lucy felt uneasy about Billy's sudden change in demeanor, but didn't let this thought linger in her mind.

She gave a stiff smile and nodded, agreeing with his demand.