Firecracker Gone Astray - Firecracker #2 (Erotic Romance) (6 page)

Vanessa’s face turned red with anger. “I do all of that and more. And I can do it better than you can!”

Trixie was fed up with this woman. She needed to defuse the situation before Vanessa started swinging. Underneath it all, she seemed like the brawling type.

“Okay Vanessa, prove it,
tomorrow
, assuming you actually do the work with everybody else instead of just barking orders at them. Until then, I think you should leave.”

“Gladly.”

Trixie opened the door of her suite and found the two fitness bitches from class, standing there like deer in headlights, eavesdropping.

Trixie turned back to Vanessa. “Your entourage? Why am I not surprised.”

Vanessa stormed out of the suite. The women parted to make way for her exit, shot ineffectually dirty looks at Trixie, and then quickly followed behind their alpha female. Trixie couldn’t help but laugh before closing the door on them all. When would people realize that she wasn’t cowed by juvenile behavior in adult women? Maybe they had a clue now, but as Vanessa had said, she wasn’t getting her hopes up
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Trixie went to bed early and got a good night’s rest. The boot camp started early and there would be a wake up call whether it was desired or not. She wanted to be ready before that knock came in case it was Vanessa again.

It wasn’t. Trixie opened the door to find a shirtless Erik standing there in all of his monumental splendor. If she invited him inside, he’d have to duck through the doorway, which was an instant turn on for Trixie. She wanted to pull him down on top of her and take their time with each other
, but that wasn’t possible. He was the master of ceremonies so to speak.

“You look ready to go,” Erik said smiling.

“Just give me a second and I will be,” she

Trixie stooped to tie her shoelaces.

“Is everything alright?” he asked.

She looked up at him, a little perplexed. “Of course. Shouldn’t it be?”

“It’s just that you weren’t at dinner last night. You could have met everybody.”

“Oh, well thanks for noticing, but I wasn’t hungry.”

Erik cocked his head, a little doubtful of her reason. “I heard that Vanessa came by to talk. Did she say anything rude? If she did, I’ll speak to her about it.”

“Not at all. I just wanted to make sure my body was rested enough to handle anything you throw at me today.”

“Okay, if that’s all it was, " he said, only half-satified with her excuse. "Mind if I walk you there?”

“By all means.”

Erik could be so formal, but Trixie didn’t mind a little old fashioned in her men. He escorted them to a large convention room where everybody was already waiting. Exercise mats were provided, along with hand weights and electrolyte beverages, but the room was also filled with an arsenal of exercise equipment.

In addition to the usual fitness gear, like kettle bells, medicine balls, and skipping rope, there were sledge hammers, thick tossing ropes, and treaded tires the diameter of her height. That was just the small equipment. There were also larger standing pieces, like hand-over-hand bars, pull up bars, and parallel bars.

Trixie was familiar with all of the equipment, but couldn’t say she had used them all. Vanessa bounced over to where they were standing, chipper and smiling, continually hopping up and down in one place.

“Everybody’s ready when you are Erik.”

She handed him a microphone headset.

“Great, thanks Vanessa, I’ll be there in a moment.”

She continued bouncing in place while looking at Erik, then at Trixie, then back at Erik. He raised his eyebrows, twisted his mouth, and waited for her to get the point.

“Okay, I’ll make sure all the stations are ready.”

“Please,” he said.

Vanessa bounded away. Erik turned back to Trixie.

“We didn’t get a chance to talk yesterday, but I’m really glad you came.”

“I could hardly resist, especially after how my last class ended,” she said, flirting again.

Erik grinned in the transparent way she liked.

“I’m going to be all over the place for the next few hours, but wait for me afterwards, okay?”

“I’ll do that, but I don’t expect my body will want to move much after this.”

“I’m sure you’ll do great,” he smiled.

Vanessa chose that moment to start blaring music, boring a stare at Erik from across the room.

“I’ve been summoned. The taskmistress likes to be punctual.”

He turned on the microphone headset and ran off to stand in front of the class.

Trixie looked for an available spot, but there was only one, beside Vanessa in front of Erik. She had apparently saved a place.

“How thoughtful of you to hold me a spot for me,” she said, approaching Vanessa.

“I hope you got enough sleep last night.”

“Like a stone,” Trixie said.

“Good. I don’t want to hear any excuses when I beat you in front of Erik.”

“Oh, I don’t think there’s any danger of that. I’d be happy in your shoes if you can simply keep up with me,” she answered with a smile.

Hearing their exchange, Erik launched into the class immediately.

“I’m happy to see you all made it,” he said, his voice booming through amplified speakers. “None of you are strangers to my workout, but some of you are new to boot camp. The next three hours are going to push your limits, but then you wouldn’t be here if it didn’t.”

Erik started much as Trixie expected, with warm up exercises, but those quickly gave way to more intense cardiovascular workouts, emphasizing the arms, legs and core muscles. She wanted to pace herself, but that wasn’t going to be possible with Vanessa at her side. There would be a short rest before the next hour started, but not a meaningful one.

Vanessa frequently looked over at her technique. This was the first chance to size up her competition, but Trixie had spent the intervening week building stamina and strength both before and after work. Her form and posture were flawless.

Erik asked if he could come over twice during that time, but she politely rebuffed him on both occasions. Not because she didn’t relish the idea of his company, and what would inevitably follow, but rather to conserve her energy for training. Erik could either wait for her affections or turn to Vanessa if he liked.

Much as Trixie liked sex, she also didn’t like to lose. This contest had remained forefront on her mind all week. Vanessa had made the stakes all about Erik, but that was her mistake. Trixie wasn’t competing for his affections. She was competing to be the last girl standing.

Like everybody else in the class, Trixie got through the first hour without much difficulty. Her muscles ached, but she had conditioned them for this weekend. She was still well within her physical stamina. Vanessa emerged with ample energy to spare as well.
Trixie turned and scanned the convention room. The fitness bitches were already wheezing for air, and more than a few students had begun stripping down, presumably during the exercises.

The next hour promised to be more challenging. You buddied up and moved from one exercise station to another until Erik told everybody to switch. Trixie and Vanessa competitively picked each other as partners. In additional to repeatedly jumping over rope obstacles, pulling against elastic handles into squats, and planking on inflatable balls, they also swung the kettlebells and pitched a medicine ball back and forth.

Trixie knew the medicine ball was pass was going to be spirited. She hardly expected Vanessa to go easy on her and she wasn’t disappointed. She started slow, but then increased the force. They were hurling that ball at each other by the end. The exchange was grueling, but they both remained upright by the end, albeit dripping in sweat. After three circuits of the room, their second hour ended.

Trixie had taken her top off during a moment when Erik looked over at her progress. Her exercise bra was utterly saturated by that point and completely pointless to keep wearing. Not to be undone Vanessa stripped down too.

The two women constantly measured at each other. They were beat up, but sturdy. Trixie didn’t even hear the music anymore. The beat of her own heart drowned it out. Her bottle of electrolyte rich water had become a lifeline teat that kept her going. The third and final hour would to be the most difficult. Trixie and Vanessa remained partnered as they individually tossed a giant coiled up rope, pulling it back to their body, and flipped a giant tire back and forth,  keeping up with each other’s repetitions.

They were both lagging by that point, but had become the only two people who were actively pushing themselves at anything faster than a crawl. Modesty was gone. Both women had finally shed their bottoms and were only wearing thongs by that point.

Then came the final stretch. Vanessa lead them to a pull up bar.

“Dangle from your arms and bend both legs up into a crunch against your chest. Continue until failure.”

They started at the same time and synchronized right away. Vanessa wasn’t looking much better than Trixie felt. She wasn’t sure how much longer it was possible to go on. Her arms strained and her core burned with each leg lift. The heat was unlike anything she had felt before. No that wasn’t true. She knew this heat very well. This was the same heat that washed over her and excited every pore on her body during sex.

Distantly, from someplace far away, she heard Erik call an end to the final hour, but Vanessa kept going. If she still had the strength to go on, then so did Trixie, no matter how much her body wanted to stop. Pain was something she could put in a box and ignore. This was just between them now.

The heat Trixie recognized spread outward from deep inside her cleft. She closed her eyes and gasped as a wave of inexplicable bliss shot up her spine. How could she be feeling pleasure right now? It only got more pronounced each time she brought her legs up. Trixie felt like she was stretching an elastic band, making it increasingly taut, almost to the point of snapping.

That’s when her eyes rolled back. She was already hot from exercising, hotter than she had ever been without passing out before. Trixie didn’t think it was possible to be warmer, but then she didn’t have to imagine it.

The elastic band snapped. The bottle of steam that she normally uncorked on purpose blew off uncontrollably. Her whole body tensed. Trixie could feel the flood coming. The world lurched and gravity disappeared. Up and down were suddenly meaningless. Was she falling? Was she still dangling from the bar? She didn’t know, but it was going on for a long time. The world went blank.

As her vision began to resolve again, Trixie realized that she was neither dangling from the bar, nor lying on the ground beneath it. Her body was bound up and tense, but squirted a short jet of fluid periodically. The class would be getting an eye full today. Trixie didn’t like the idea of being on display, but there was no stopping it. She was a passenger in her own body now.

Yet something was different. She was bundled up, but not of her own volition. Two hairy muscled arms were carrying her down a hallway at speed as numbered doors rushed past. Trixie looked up at an expression. The face was concerned and determined. She knew then that Erik had caught her, just like she thought he would, but today, when his strength was needed most. He was running through the hotel hallways even as her body kept releasing, briefly spurting against her thong. He didn’t seem to care or even notice. Erik was on a mission.

He arrived at a door, swept his key card through the reader, and hurried them both through the suite. Erik brought her into the bathroom and under a large standing shower, which he turned on with an elbow, adjusting the temperature to a perfect cool. Not too hot, not too warm. He lowered Trixie onto the floor, propped her back against the wall, and knelt with her under the water.

“There, is that better?”

It helped a lot, but her juices were still gushed in short bursts.

Trixie caught her breath. “Did I beat her?”

Erik looked down at her, the concern melting from his face. “That’s what you’re worried about?”

“Did I win?”

“You won. Vanessa stopped first. A little before you even. I was surprised you kept going.”

“I did? I can’t remember. It was all a blur.”

Again she came in a jolting spurt as her nethers convulsed.

She reached up and touched his face affectionately.

“My hero.”

Erik held her hand to his face affectionately. “It’s always like this for you isn’t it?”

“When I let it. Today took me by surprise.”

“I saw you starting to slip away. The expression on your face. I recognized it, what you look like just before giving over to the impulse. That’s when I grabbed you and ran. I’m sure there will be questions. You were already moaning, but maybe people will think it was in pain rather than pleasure.”

“So much for my virtue,” she said jokingly, “Don’t worry, I haven’t missed it for years.”

Trixie thought it was strange to be talking coherently. The way she squirted in quick flashes was also different. There was no rhyme or reason to it.

Erik shook his head. “I think Vanessa knew exactly what she was doing.”