Tanya plays the long game

Tanya didn’t come in swinging just yet. Instead, she bided her time, waiting for a good excuse to start a brawl. And a good opportunity to get a couple of free hits in.

Sure, she had loaded her gloves, but she knew that likely wasn’t enough of an advantage. To humiliate Billy, to knock this brat out, she couldn’t be rash. Because as much as she hated him, and wanted to strip him of his special “undefeated” podium, he was still a big, strong young man. A boxing champion.

With all Tanya had read about Billy in that irritating school newsletter that always seemed to praise him, he would beat the brakes off of her if she didn’t time this right. She needed a distraction, or an advantage. Something that would let her actually get some use out of her loaded gloves before he could fight back. It was the only way she’d have a chance.

So for now, she hid her hatred and played it cool, keeping her loaded gloves a secret.

Billy began demonstrating how to jab to the gathering of moms, using Tanya to help show off the technique. Tanya went along with Billy’s demonstration, acting the part of an interested student while simultaneously trying to undermine him. Maybe make some of the other people there question his authority. Trying to take some small victories, in case the opportunity for a big one never came.

“If so much of the punching strength comes from the hips and the legs, and not the arms, wouldn’t women have an advantage over men?” she asked, trying to disguise the venom in her voice. “Why did you bother wasting time on your biceps, if leg strength is what really counts?”

“To impress beautiful ladies like all of you,” Billy managed to sidestep her question, making the moms laugh with and dismissing her attack on his ability.

Tanya couldn’t contain her pout at how he’s avoided her attempt to humiliate him. She fucking hated this brat. The handsome smile, the strong jaw, the way the other women were fawning over him. Just like all those school newsletters, falling over themselves to praise and adore him.

She was so caught up in her bitterness that she almost didn’t catch something. The way his eyes flicked down to her chest, just for a moment, before he resumed the lesson.

Holy shit. The smug brat was actually ogling her cleavage. Rage built up inside Tanya, almost to a boiling point, before she stopped.

This might be what she needed. If the young Mr. Perfect was so enamored with her breasts, maybe she could use that to her advantage…?