Fetch the keys and go by car

Even if you are on time you don't like taking risks and thus the car it's probably the best option. The bag is ready with your change inside. You enter on the driver's seat, trying to turn on the car's engine. Yet, to your dismay, nothing happens. You try many times, even opening the hood and checking the electrical panel, but the car seems simply dead. Cursing your bad luck and the odds that are turning against you, you run to the door, headed to the gym at a fast pace. The structure is just a few minutes walking from your home. Alas, you realize only after your arrival that the bag with the sport suit is still in the broken car parked in your garage. To make matters worse, you are very late now. Enraged with yourself, you have no other choice than getting inside. The building is not so big and the main space of the facility, a large room covered with a wooden floor, is completely empty. She could have already left, you think, losing hope and wandering around. Fortunately, at this point, you have the bright idea of opening your ears, thereby capturing a background noise coming from a narrow corridor, hidden just on one side of the entrance. You follow the noise, finally finding the place where the sound originates: it is a small tatami room, cornered by simple white walls and with a big punching bag in the centre. Grace is there, clothed with her white kimono, and punches hardly the hanging bag with a pair of boxing gloves. "Ehi!", she salutes you, turning around, "You are late. For a moment, I thought that you would never show up. So, I took the chance to wear my kimono, train some "kata" and throw some punches...anyway I'm happy that you are here. Get a change, or are you going to fight me dressed like that?". She chuckles, smiling sweetly. "Ehm Grace...I got a problem...I've no change...maybe we could find something in this place. Like t-shirts, basket shorts…".

"Oh I've a better idea…", she says provocative, "It's pretty hot inside here. Why don't you just take off your clothes? The male fighters often engage combat shirtless, showing off their bodies. And, to be honest, this wouldn't be the first time that I see you without clothes...". You grin your face "If you were a man, I'd guess that it was just a try to exploit the situation…". "Oh, of course I do!", she snorts back, "If you are already naked, it will be much easier **** you after the begging part. That is the natural ending of all of this…". "****? The begging part?" you repeat astonished, turning red, "We will see girl who's begging who...". Swiftly, you take off all your clothes, leaving only the back and grey boxers on your crotch. She glimpses at your body "You have changed since the last time that we met. I see. Your arms and shoulders look differently, as well as your entire body structure. You are heavier and I guess stronger...it won't be enough though". You walk closer, emphasizing your size difference "Grace you are just a girl, and when this will be over, I swear that you will be regretting your words". These phrases are not really you, but the upcoming fight with its mixture of arounsement and adrenaline is hauling you farther. She smiles and genlty kisses your chin, "Yes, like everybody. You wonder how the girl that you fucked could ever fuck you up. You are going to discover that…". She takes her distance, throwing the boxing gloves away and assuming a karate stance. Her feet slide on the mat, ready to kick you. This is the moment of truth.

(Some moments remain impressed in the memory as sensations)