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Kat Fighter
Part Two: Last Cat Stance
Jacobin
jacobin2k@hotmail.com
Part One is available at ASSTR at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2000/25172
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neglect real-world risks and consequences which should be taken into
consideration in any re-creation or work-inspired acts.
This was originally posted 7/2000. As this is my fifth work of this
kind and my first work in series, feedback or requests to continue (or
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Part Two: Last Cat Stance
Kat looked at the door on the Creek Tavern. "All-smoking" was carved
into the wood as if by a knife, all scratches and straight angles.
There was also a black-on-white warning sign about legal consequences
for entering while under 21. It was speckled with dark red flecks of
blood. Katherine was eighteen. She entered.
The Creek Tavern was a converted garage, two trucks wide and four
trucks deep, dartboards dangerously next to one end of the bar and an
atmosphere of gritty gray haze that did little to conceal the underage
Creek students Kat knew from high school. The air tasted terrible in
her mouth and seemed to be adhering to her skin already.
"You seen Jack?" she asked one of the underage boys she knew. He nodded
towards the two pool tables in the back.
Kat started through nasty Marlboro smoke like fighting a curtain. Among
the bearded and fat and leathered was a kid, shaved head stubbled with
black hair, his ears so close to his skull they appeared pinned back.
He turned as she approached, cued by something. He was shorter than Kat
by inches and carrying another twenty pounds of muscle. His smile was
bright and hie brown eyes seemed to light up seeing her.
"You Jack Connor of the Oregon Connors?"
"Kat! Nice shiner."
"You should have seen it a couple days ago."
"I'll bet. What can I do for you?"
"This smoke is bad for me. Can we go outside?"
"I would, but I'm in the middle of a game."
"You're losing." Jack finished his beer. "I need you to teach me
fighting."
"What's in it for me?"
"Help the clan. No?" Katherine watched him closely as she started to
reel off reasons. "Satisfaction? Pay me back for favors owed? Community
service time? Shit jack what is it you want?"
Jack broke out a sheepish grin and looked around. "I could use a
girlfriend."
Katherine sighed loudly, which forced her to inhale the smoke again.
She coughed. "Gee Jack, as attractive as you are and all, I just broke
up with Mike and I'm a little depressed about it. Besides which you are
my cousin and all. Can we go outside now?"
"Can you find someone for me?"
"Why does every guy seem to think women have some kind of backup? It's
not like voice mail, Jack."
Jack frowned at her, looking suddenly ugly and sullen. He sighed.
"Fine, Kat, be that way." He looked at her and turned it over in his
head once, twice. "I'll do it but-we need to work out some sort of
payment plan and, frankly, I'm up to-my eyeballs in sperm. You sure?
Not even just a little? Ten minutes of your time. Probably less. I'm
real anxious."
"I can't believe you're acting like this. Shouldn't you at least
pretend to not be interested and turn into a slimeball later?"
"Sure, but seriously, Kat, the girls out here just aren't getting it
done for me. But we can talk about this later. Come on lets go to my
place and I'll see if I can help you."
"Also," Katherine said, not moving as Jack set his cue back up, "I
think it'd be bad to have a sexual relationship with my teacher."
"That's never as big of a deal," Jack said, "as people think it is."
Jack dug through the piles of crap on his floor to find his workout
clothes. There were forestry manuals all over the place, the binders
spilling pages of fine-print regulation everywhere.
"I'm surprised to see you. What's going on with you that you thought of
me?"
"I've been getting my ass kicked and I need to get better fast. I don't
have money for a school and I don't think it would suit me. I know you,
I trust you -- or, I did until you started to hit on me. I know you
won, and you trained in different styles, so it's a good bet you can
help me suit my style."
Jack smiled. "You've given this some thought." He pulled a pair of
soccer shorts out and, after hesitating for a moment, sniffed them to
ensure freshness. Kat couldn't tell if he was kidding or not.
"Yes."
"So you're looking to switch styles, then? Which style is best?"
Kat shook her head. "I don't know. I would like something fast. Atin
was teaching a real simple karate and that was okay. I never felt
comfortable."
"No style is best. Understand that first. No style is better than its
best student. You will need to become better. Styles and schools are
tools. You need to improve the craftsman."
"Okay," Kat said. Jack found a fresh T-shirt with a poorly-done 'Earth
First!' silkscreen logo on it.
"Here's what I'll do. If you'll follow my instructions on training,
I'll teach you a style that will suit you, because it's good, and
because I will make you suit it."
"What style?"
"Jeet kun do. Bruce lee's style."
"Okay."
"I'm not done. You or a reasonable facsimile will need to find me an
agreeable way to keep me nice and relaxed."
Katherine laughed. "Jack... if I win All-County I'll lay you myself."
Jack looked surprised and pleased. "That's good but in the meantime-"
"I'll try. Can we start?"
"Hang on, let me change. We'll spar for a minute and I'll assign
homework. I have a disastrous blind date tonight my mom set me up on."
Jack shuddered.
Jack pulled off his cigarette - stinking shirt and Kat, unwilling to be
forced from the room, looked at his ropy arms, narrow, strong
shoulders, barely defined abdominals. He looked better than when she'd
seen him compete.
He grinned at her. "Change your mind? No?" he pulled his shorts off and
looked down. He had a wide erection and Kat's heart skipped. "You see
what I have to cope with all the time? It's terrible. Sure you don't
want to give me a hand with it?"
"That's not really the point," Kat said. Jack sighed and pulled his
shorts and T-shirt on. "I want the path to competition to be clear of
emotional roadblocks, and being involved with a relative and an
instructor would be bad."
"Let's go outside."
They walked out into the vast green lawn of Jack's parents.
"Show me your stance," Jack said, stretching out.
Katherine did the salutation and moved almost instantly into her
stance, both legs bent, right arm straight out, palm up, left arm
across her plexus, palm down, and Jack started to laugh.
"Cute. Seriously, now."
"What?" Katherine said, staring at him evenly.
"The cat stance. That's funny. You said they were teaching you karate.
Where'd you pick that up?"
"Mrs. Atin," Katherine said. "I don't understand."
"It's not a karate stance. It's not karate. I think she's teaching you
mixed styles and telling the parents it's something even the hicks
recognizable." He seemed to consider this. "Could be part of your
problem, you've been taught moves and not integrated techniques." Jack
shrugged. "Won't matter. Which knee did you tear up?"
"Left," she said.
"Okay, I'm going to do some real simple strikes, I want you to defend."
Jack did some simple blows Kat batted away easily, and then he started
to come in harder and harder, until Kat was grunting trying to deflect
his slaps. Jack began to come through blocks easily, working off her
rhythm, until he was touching her almost at will, and Kat shuffled
back, arms waving at him.
Jack stood up at ease. "Tough to defend against a stronger opponent,
isn't it?"
Kat nodded.
"I'll talk about that later. Remind me. Come at me now." Jack stepped
back to present his right side to Kat. His chin was down, his right arm
down and then up, fist waving at bicep height, left fist the same
height, back. Katherine started with straight blows in, which Jack
deflected easily using only his left. He seemed as fast as Kat, and Kat
sped up, until she was putting all her energy into moving as quickly as
she could, and through sheer speed broke through his block patterns,
slapping him across the cheeks once and then twice, three times, until
he ducked out and back, fat red hand marks on his
He nodded. "Okay. Let's do a couple of things. First, I want you to
start working out with weights."
"Which ones?"
"All of them. Find out how much you can do six times on each machine or
press or whatever. I want you to be fighting to get it up that last
time. Move up to the next highest weight as soon as you can. I don't
want you to strain yourself -- don't figure out what your max possible
is and then do that until you snap a ligament -- but I want this to be
as hard as possible."
Katherine nodded.
"And don't start taking supplements or anything. Next, you have a heavy
bag?"
"Course."
"I'm just asking. I want you to practice your strikes against it. Hard
as you can, backfist, bottomfist, topfist, palm, and, uh, do some
forearm smashes, elbow strikes. Use a neutral boxing stance. 100 of
each, every day. I'll teach you stance next time. When would you meet
with Atin?"
"Tuesdays and Thursdays."
"Come over here instead, I'll work with you for a couple of hours.
Drills -- I want you to do speed drills, jump rope. You have a wing
chun dummy?"
"Yeah."
"Work on that. Here's the thing -- your weakness is not your technique,
though you'll get much better when you work on one unified style, I
think."
"What is my weakness?"
"I don't know how to offer it to you yet. Let me think about it," Jack
said, nodding his head slowly and looking wise, and Kat started as she
remembered he'd been waving his schlong around not a half-hour ago.
"When's your next meet?"
"First meet's in Cold Springs, two weeks from today," Katherine said,
thinking of rushing Jack again.
"So slot matchups are this coming week." Katherine nodded. "I want you
to throw them," he said. "Atin already knows who she's got slotted for
both teams, if I know her. I want you to work on being slow and
deliberate in your matches, really try to think about what your
opponent's doing, what they're trying to do. I think you'll find that
some of your opponents are really out there just striking at you and
taking openings, while others will set up opportunities, even if
they're not as fast or strong at this point in the season. Remember
them, remember what they do."
Katherine nodded.
"And protect your off knee. I want you to let your opponents wear down
on your defense, which is good, but don't let them just beat on you.
This is going to be hard for you, I know, but it will be valuable."
"Okay. Thanks, Jack."
"No problem." He shuffled and looked at his sneakers for a second
before taking a breath and facing Katherine again. "Look, I'm sorry
I've been really aggressive, but this internship out here is killing
me. I thought it would be great, you know, a quarter off back home,
doing field work, but it's not. In college, I was hitting parties, had
girlfriends, you know, and out here I'm stuck looking at women who've
had herpes since they were in high school with me, bored girls with
drug habits... it's been coming out funny."
"Isn't self-deprivation the path to enlightenment?"
"Be honest, I never bought into that," Jack said with a smile. "But
seriously, ask around, see if you know anyone interested in just
hanging around, maybe having a good time. You know me, I'm a decent
enough guy."
Kat smiled. "I'll talk to you Tuesday, then."
Katherine stopped at Lisa's on her way back and Lisa listened wide-eyed
as Katherine went over the story.
"Seriously, he just whipped it out in front of you like that?"
"Honest truth."
"Was it..."
"I didn't stare it at," Kat said, and smiled. "There was some size on
Mike, though Jack was really itching for it. I don't know. I'll be
honest -- if Mike hadn't been so into blowjobs, either because they
were degrading or whatever, I would at least have thought about it.
I've always thought Jack was hot, and he's smart, too. His hair, though
-- he's got this shaved stubble thing going, it's just bad."
"I always liked him," Lisa said.
Katherine hesitated. "He is looking for someone to go out with."
Lisa blushed. "He's not going to just expose himself, is he?"
"No, I think he was goofing because he knew I wouldn't."
"Maybe I will. You have his number?"
"Sure." Katherine pulled the scrap of paper out of her pocket, and then
stopped. "Um, just so this doesn't come up later, one of the things
Jack wanted me to do was try to set him up with someone. So if you're
uncomfortable, tell me now."
"No. So what about you? You doing okay?"
"I'm a little flustered," Kat admitted. "He's even more Jack than I
remembered him, and he used to be pretty intense."
Lisa sat silently.
"So look, I don't want to make this a habit or anything," Kat said, and
Lisa didn't seem to react at all. "But I'll be honest, if I try and
work this off myself, I'll be at it all night."
"You want help working that off, then?"
"Yes, if you want to, you know."
"I don't know. You seemed weird after last time."
"I wasn't weird," Kat said. "I didn't know what to do... I mean, are
you supposed to cuddle afterwards?"
"Yes," Lisa said.
"Then I'm sorry. Look, I'm already squirming around, please?"
Lisa frowned. "I don't know."
"Please?"
Lisa's frown disappeared. "Maybe if you took off your top."
Kat sighed and stood up from Lisa's desk chair, and took off her light-
gray still damp sports bra. Her little lemon-sized breasts stood out in
the room.
"I don't know if that's going to help," Katherine said, depressed.
"You've got nice breasts," Lisa said. "I don't know what you're all
twisted up over. You've got no body fat, that's the deal."
Kat looked around the room, shifting on her feet. "Okay."
"Would you rather have some big breasts and back problems and weigh
220?"
"No. Does this help?"
Lisa considered this for a long minute. "Maybe if you took off your
shorts."
Katherine took them off, dragging her panties down with them, and
stepped out completely naked, all tall, narrow, and muscle.
"You should trim your pubes," Lisa said. "It'd help."
"I do," Kat said, anxiously. "I'll do it again later. Now please?"
"To be totally honest," Lisa said slowly, "I only wanted to see how
badly you needed it." She slid off the bed to her knees in front of
Kat. "Now spread your legs a little... good."
Lisa put both hands up to spread Katherine's lips and ran her tongue up
Kat's wrinkled lips to her exposed clit. Kat groaned softly.
"You did need this," Lisa said.
She ran her tongue around Katherine's clitoris, gently nudging it as
she went, and Katherine kept on groaning, her breath coming faster.
Lisa started to just lick, up and down, and Kat's legs started to
shake, her knees buckling, and Lisa had to move her hands around for
support as she went faster, up and down and then around the bud.
Katherine ran a hand through Lisa's blonde hair, pressing her in, and
Kat began to shake, caught herself from crying out, and then as her
breath came ragged, Lisa slowed. Kat found her legs again, stroked
Lisa's head, and sunk to sit in front of her, sweating again.
"You're such a good friend to me," Kat said.
"Was allright, then?" Lisa asked. "I haven't done much of that."
"Oh, it was so nice," Kat replied, dreamily, shifting her position.
"I've never gotten that before. Not like that, anyway." She ran a hand
across her sweaty chest. "I am never clean. Let me try."
Lisa smiled. "Well, okay." She stood up, pulled her shirt off, her
sweet apple breasts out in the air, her tiny nipples out and up. She
started to take off her denim shorts.
"See, you have nice breasts," Katherine said. "You've got no more body
fat than I do, and look at that."
Lisa cupped them with both hands and ran her fingers up. "You like,
huh?" She sat down on the bed.
Katherine got up and crawled up on the bed. "Yes," Katherine said, "I
do."
Kat kissed one nipple and then the other as Lisa held them for her, and
then Kat licked around the nipples, and then gently sucked one as Lisa
started to make little noises, and moved to the other. Then, kissing
her way softly down, Katherine slipped her middle finger into Lisa, hot
and wet.
Katherine kissed Lisa's nub and looked up, slowly working the finger.
"Now, you're going to have to help me out here, I've never--"
"Just lick," Lisa whispered hoarsely.
Kat tried to imitate what Lisa had done, only she kept going down to
penetrate with her tongue, tasting Lisa's juice, much tastier, more
delicious than her own, only leaving to work Lisa's clitoris and use
fingers when Lisa said "Up! Up!" and squirmed her hips. Katherine kept
up as instructed and soon Lisa was coming, too, a long groan as Kat
licked at her clit while moving two fingers quickly in and out. Lisa
grunted once, twitching.
"Stop now," she said. Katherine frowned and let off.
"Okay now, come up here," Lisa said.
Katherine scooted up the sheets to face Lisa. Surprising herself, she
put both her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them slowly.
"How'd I do?" Kat asked.
"Good, really good." Lisa leaned forward and kissed Kat softly,
tenderly. "You did great." They kissed again. "You taste good, too."
"So do you," Kat said, and when they kissed again, they opened their
mouths and touched tongues.
"The problem I've had," Lisa said, as they kept kissing, quicker and
deeper, "is that when you do it like this, you only get hornier and
hornier." She reached down and put her hand on Katherine's pubic mound,
rubbing softly. Katherine moaned, pressing against her. Katherine's arm
flopped around for a moment and then found Lisa's wet labia again. They
kept on kissing, rubbing each other, grinding against each other's
hands, moaning as they kissed, until they both came again, together,
kissing harder and deeper than Katherine had ever before, and then it
was over. They kissed softly, Lisa cuddled up to Kat, head against her
shoulder, and Kat put her arms around Lisa's shoulder.
"That was crazy," Katherine said softly.
"You feel better?" Lisa asked, eyes closed.
"Much," Kat said. "Wow."
"Yes," Lisa said. "I wish you'd moved out earlier. I wouldn't have gone
out with Paul just for the rubbing."
"Sorry," Kat said. "It wasn't my fault."
The weight room was almost empty in the morning before Katherine went
to drills, and the guys that were there, football types mostly, fell
silent at her entrance, watched her from the corner of their eyes as
she tested the equipment, did her reps, and as she left they started to
talk again. She would ask Lisa to come with her next time.
Katherine looked at Suzette across the mat. They did the shaolin
salutation and Kat stepped back into her cat stance, watching Suzette
drop into her waving forward foot thing. Kat ground her teeth against
her mouth piece. Suzette's eyes watched Katherine's stance. Kat blocked
a straight right, a cross left, and Suzette came low with a kick that
left Kat's right calf dead and as Kat drooped a little, adjusting to
having no feedback, Suzette took a step forward and pummelled Kat's
stomach and ribs until finally Kat wobbled in pain and dropped. Suzette
laughed, laughed in front of the whole team, dusted her hands together,
and then walked back to her friends standing at the end of the
sideline. Kat looked up to see Mrs. Atin offering her a hand up.
"Jess and Amy, you're next," she said. She stepped back, clipboard in
hand, and made a couple of notes on her roster sheet (Suzette: great
instinct for attack. Katherine: vulnerable after hit).
"I'll be honest with you," Mrs. Atin told Katherine in a low voice, as
they watched the next challenge match. Amy, one of Suzette's best
friends, was thrashing Jessica left and right across the mat. "Even
though you lost yesterday, badly, I was hoping you'd rise to the match
and beat her."
"I will," Kat said.
"I'm going to keep you out of the next meet. I think you'll be back,
Kat, but it's going to take longer than I thought."
"I understand."
Atin looked at her. "Really? Last time I kept you out of a meet you
ended up calling me a cunt in front of my biology class."
"Yes," Katherine said, "and I'm still sorry about that. I'm getting
better."
Her coach nodded. "I know." In front of them, Amy knocked Jessica down
with a beautiful roundhouse kick. Amy helped Jessica up and they walked
to Mrs Atin, bowed.
"Terry and Laura," Mrs Atin yelled. She made marks on her clipboard.
"Who're you going to now?"
"My cousin Jack," Katherine replied.
Mrs Atin did a double-take and actually looked away from the match to
Katherine.
"Jack Connor's your cousin?"
Kat nodded. Mrs Atin gave a low whistle and returned to watching the
match.
"Well, this should be an interesting year for you, then."
Katherine unwrapped herself in the locker room and stood before her
locker, wearing only her panties, and poked her bruises. Her calf was
shooting pain up her leg; she had limped back into the locker room, her
eyes watering but holding back tears through shear force of will.
Standing, she could see that her flat stomach was red and bruised so
badly she could nearly see Suzette's fist-prints in her skin. Kat poked
one. It hurt.
"You okay, Kat?" Lisa asked, sitting next to her on the cold concrete
ledge. Lisa had won her second scrimmage in a row unscratched, and
would likely be seated on varsity again.
Katherine coughed and winced in pain. She closed her eyes and tried to
keep the tears back.
"You remember what that feels like," Suzette said, passing on her way
to the shower for her walkthrough.
Katherine took a long breath. Her hands closed into fists, opened.
"You can always forfeit matches," Suzette called.
Katherine turned on her good leg and launched right at Suzette, who was
just removing her towel to shower, knocking her flat onto the slick
shower tile. They slid back into one of the stainless steel shower
poles, the hot water spraying them. Katherine pinned Suzette's arms
with her knees and started to work on her sweet, well-balanced face,
trying to turn it bloody and unbalanced. Kat was pulled off by Amy, who
threw her back against a porcelain wall and Suzette screamed in anger,
getting to her feet, restrained in the mist by cooler heads, and
started to cuss like a stub-toed sailor at the top of her lungs, her
face red from the heat and anger, streaked with diluted blood..
Katherine was suspended for the rest of the week within the hour. She
headed to see Jack for her first lesson four hours later, having
already done her drills for the day, ready to learn stance and style,
her leg making it difficult to push the clutch in and shift, her ribs
making every breath a hurtful thing.
"Lisa called," Jack said, rising from his parents' doorstep to greet
her. "Thanks."
"Sure,"
Jack smiled slowly as Katherine took off her heavy Gonzaga sweats,
standing in his backyard in her black top and fighting shorts.
"What?" Kat asked him, hands on hips.
"Did you get hit by a car?"
"No," she said. "Suzette. She set me up with high strikes, kicked my
right calf, and then stepped in and played paddy-cakes without my
participation."
"It looks brutal."
"It was brutal."
"You okay?"
Kat shook her head. "But I will be. Teach me stance."
"Take the cat stance."
Kat did the salutation, stepped back into her stance.
"Here's your problem. The cat stance keeps you from moving freely. Your
strikes are also weaker, because you're kind of crouched and your
weight's ill distributed. Are you with me?"
"Yeah," Katherine said. She stood. "That's weird, I'd sort of thought
that, but the other ones Atin taught were worse."
"Here's the on-guard stance, then." Jack stood, bending his knees
slightly, right shoulder up a touch, chin down slightly, right hand up
and shoulder-height, a foot away, left forearm almost touching his
chest, his whole body slightly angled to Kat. Kat looked at him closely
and took the stance up.
"See, you're a natural. Except--" he approached her and gently moved
her arm a little, tapped her legs into place with his foot, gently
offering positioning advice as he went, until he stepped back and
laughed. "Perfect. How's that feel?"
"Awkward," Kat said.
Jack nodded. "Try and move."
Without telegraphing the move at all Kat punched straight at Jack with
her lead hand and caught his forehead as he tried to dodge.
"Ow," Jack said, reaching up to rub it slowly. "Don't hurt the
teacher."
"I like this," Kat said, smiling. She moved her guard hand easily from
shoulder down, bobbing on her feet.
"Bend your back knee a little. There. Do your drills like this from now
on. You'll feel weird, working out of it at first, but you won't feel
awkward. Try and keep like this. You'll find it comes naturally after
you understand how to strike out of it."
Grinning, Kat punched Jack in the chest, pulling the blow late and
barely tapping him.
"I'm aware you're that fast, thank you," Jack said. "Now I'm going to
show you all the strikes and then all the blocks from that position.
We'll do a couple slow, get the form down, then a couple fast."
Jack had promised to spend two hours with Katherine twice a week. It
was four hours later, the night already come, lit by the porch light,
when Jack finally let Kat leave. Kat was flush red with the effort, her
sweats heavy with sweat, her hair slick and wet, her muscles already
starting to complain about the unfamiliar movements. Jack looked proud
and exhausted.
"I think we may get the Connor clan another County plaque," he said.
"I'm exhausted. Spend your suspension well. Do speed work. Jump rope.
Run intervals. Work on the dummy. And keep lifting."
"Can I start winning now?" Katherine asked. Jack started to say
something and Kat silenced him with a glare. "Because I'm already tired
of getting beaten into the mats every day."
Jack, his chest still heaving with the effort, nodded.
"You still do slots based on challenges?"
"Same as your day, except Atin sort of keeps tabs on the all-county
rankings and past performance, so if you're the number one and
scrimmage like crap, you'll still get the chance to lose in the next
match."
"Do you know what you're ranked now?"
Katherine stared at him, color rising in her cheeks.
"I'm not."
Jack blinked. "You're coming off an injury, that's not unusual. This
could be to your advantage."
"I want to get back on the board, Jack, that's why I'm here, it's why
I've set you up, it's why I follow your fucking instructions when I'm
at home, in the hot and dusty garage, beating the crap out of the heavy
bag. I want to be ranked, and I don't care if it's #100."
Jack nodded. "Have you been watching the matches? Seeing what people do
against you?"
"Yeah."
Jack smiled. "Who's the highest ranking person on your team you think
is just out there swinging?"
Katherine thought about this. "Amy."
"What's her slot?" Jack looked at Kat eagerly.
"She's varsity. She's third or fourth on the varsity squad. Big girl,
very powerful, fast."
Jack's smile widened, and he nodded. His eyes bright, he looked like
the smile might crack his face open. He spoke slowly, so Katherine had
to hang on each syllable, annoyed. "On what -- Tuesday? -- when you
return, I want you to challenge Amy for her spot, and beat her into
unconsciousness."
-- J 7/2000
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