"I’m not sure this is a good idea," Laz said, standing there. But Saanvi wasn’t having any of it.

"Come on. No one here knows anything and it’s making me rusty. Well, except the captain, but even he only knows hand to hand fighting techniques and even those I think he just used as an excuse to grope me..." Saanvi said with an exasperated sigh. Shelly and Jun, who were listening in, almost stumbled as the captain had insisted on showing them how to ’defend’ themselves as they had no experience and had gotten felt up as well but just blamed it on the training.

"Uh... I mean... It’s been a while..."

"Come onnnnnn... please? I promise I won’t hurt you too badly," Saanvi said with a smile. Her voice was a little pouty and it wasn’t the feeling she was trying to get off, but it certainly came off as a seductive kind of playful. The truth was that she was feeling a bit stifled and wanted to exercise. She had been trained since young by her family as a means of self-protection and had stuck through it during the years. As for her husband, he had never barred her from such activities, however he had made it known that he didn’t feel that she should be engaging in matches against males, but he didn’t mind her activities if it involved females as even he couldn’t help but feel that doing so kept her in great shape. So while Laz wasn’t a female, he was smaller and didn’t have a strong man’s body so while he was male, Saanvi felt there was some wiggle room which wouldn’t go against her husbands wishes. As for when she had competed against the captain, that was more because he had goaded her into it than her actually wanting to do it.

Laz looked at the large open space covered by a mat. While there was equipment here, the mat took up almost half of the room. It was a decent size and was just big enough for such purposes. And since Laz could control his strength, he didn’t worry about hurting Saanvi.

Left with no usable excuses, Laz could only shake his head in acceptance and get onto the mat with Saanvi after taking off his shoes. He didn’t know how good she was or how strong, but he was just going to follow her rhythm anyway.

Saanvi didn’t waste time and went straight for him, running in with a flying kick meant to knock Laz off balance. Laz straightened his frame and found firm footing resulting in maintaining his position. Saanvi didn’t let up, striking hard with fists and kicks next, low and high. Just when she finished punching, she would swing down to sweep his legs before swinging back at his center, trying to knock him off balance.

Laz wasn’t having any of it. With a strong center but light feet, Laz blocked and evaded everything she sent at him, forcing her to go harder and harder just to maintain her rhythm and contact. Saanvi had great stamina and excellent flexibility, shown clearly through her movements that looked to contain many types of martial arts mixed together. But even then, Laz blocked and avoided everything, trying to not get into a direct strength contest with her. He would win without trouble, but if she wasn’t careful, just hitting his body in the wrong way would cause her some serious pain.

As they went, even Shelly and Jun stopped acting disinterested, stopping their jog to look on in amazement at what could have been a choreographed fight in a movie.

After a while, Saanvi said with slightly heavy breaths,

"You’ve yet to attack me once?" She was neither angry nor frustrated as it was clear that Laz was better than her just based on how he could move and avoid almost everything. She just wasn’t getting the full extent of the exercise if she didn’t have to defend in a similar way. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"You ready for this?" Laz asked, switching his stance.

"Bring it big boy," Saanvi said, before going a little red. She was getting into the zone but that also left her with being impulsive and therefore saying things she wouldn’t otherwise say.

But Laz didn’t mind, nor point it out. Instead, he charged in, lightly and at a slow pace, but very methodical and precise. There was no fancy attacks, no flying kicks, no aerobatics like Saanvi had used. His blows were precise and covered the full range of her body from head to feet. While everything he did was simple, Saanvi still had a hard time defending. Used to extreme moves and extreme counters to see who could keep up and who would break first, fighting Laz was light fighting a text book and it took little effort on his part to do it.

Punch, kick, palm, sweep, spin, duck, fist, chop, etc. His moves were varied but the style was consistent. Even if Saanvi wanted to stop him, she had no time to do anything but block and evade as Laz strung his hits perfectly.

She was backed all the way to the edge of the mat and just as she was about to set a foot outside, Laz grabbed her arm and pulled her forward, stopping her from exiting out.

Laz the then took a few steps back and gave her some breathing room.

"How the hell...?" She asked, looking at him while panting to catch her breath.

"What?" Laz said, taking some breaths as well. He didn’t need them, but if he acted like he wasn’t effected at all, that would look far more suspicious.

"You... how... you just..." Saanvi said, waving her hands around like that was suppose to mean something.

"Lad. She’s wondering how you just beat her like she owed you money while barely looking like you’re out of breath. What’s more, she’s flying around like a monkey trying to grab falling banana’s and your just swinging your arms and legs like an old man trying to do tai chi? It don’t make no sense," Shelly commented from the side, her and Jun not even bothering to hide their observation.

"Ah. That. Well... I’ve had many different teachers over the years, but I always remember the one thing my first teacher said to me, ’you keep jumping around like that and I guarantee you’ll fall before I do, even if I don’t throw a punch. You’re trying to beat your opponent, not impress a judge, sot keep it tight, keep it clean and go in for the win ya little shit,’ or something along those lines. And she did beat my ass more often than not so I always put stock into her words," Laz then added with a laugh.

Thinking about the words Laz said, Saanvi couldn’t help but laugh as well since Laz had a point. He blocked her perfectly which showed the skill on his part while taking her out without much effort. And even then, he had enough left in the tank to fight the next guy and the next after that. What Laz had shown her was a real fighting style, not just one used for sport.

"Thanks. For that. I’d never thought of it before, but it makes perfect sense," Saanvi said, after a minute.

Laz just looked at her in confusion.

"Didn’t you mean to teach me about actual useful fighting styles?" Saanvi said, bring her conclusion to words.

"No... I was just being careful not to touch your chest? That thing kind of gets in the way for normal competition and you didn’t even tie it back or anything so I was trying not to grope you..." Laz said with a slight chuckle, putting up his hands like he was defeated about something.

"You little shit..." Saanvi said, unable to control herself as the adrenaline was still rushing around her body.

"What’s wrong with them huh? Can’t even treat me like a real opponent cause your afraid of a little fat? Get over here..." Saanvi said with a snarl and went after Laz who quickly bolted.

"NOT WHAT I MEANT..." Laz said, running along the wall of the gym.

"I DON’T CARE," Saanvi said, jumping the weight bench and crashing into Laz in a bear hug that wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his head, just enough so that she could bury her nice sized tits right in his face.

"HOW ABOUT THIS HUH? GETTING USED TO THE FAT SACKS A LITTLE BIT NOW?" Saanvi said with an air of triumph as she continued to shake his head with her fully covered and moist with sweat cleavage.

Watching this, Jun and Shelly’s mouths dropped open, not having ever expected that the prude and upright and married Saanvi would be forcing a man into her breasts as a punishment.

"ACK... Can’t breath..." Laz retracted his head enough to say before Saanvi grabbed his hair and threw him back in.

"TOUGH!"

...

In a private room with several monitors watching several feds, the captain sat there while crushing his beer can, spilling the contents all over the floor.

"BASTARD!"