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Subject: {ASSM} The Challenge
Date: Sun,  8 Dec 2002 11:10:02 -0500
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The Challenge

As I pulled my rent car up in front of Master Lee's store front studio, I
was surprised to find the parking lot so full. Lee's was on the second
floor, so it was not until I was up the stairs that I could see through the
glass at least fifty in the dojo. "Wow," I thought, Lee's school is really
doing well. The students could see me through the glass and they all stopped
talking and turned to face me as I entered the dojo. So many young bright
faces. Athletes everyone. I was surprised at the number of girls in the
group. One in particular caught my eye. A tall lean girl with her blonde
hair pulled back in a pony tail and four gold stripes on her black belt. I
guessed her to be about twenty eight, which meant she had to have been
studying since she was twelve. Even in this American watered down version of
Taekwondo it still takes along time and a lot of dedication to get to be a
4th degree black belt. I wondered why I had never seen her here before. When
our eyes meet, she offered me only the most limited respect. She was really
being polite, as I was Lee's guest. Her gesture belied the arrogance so
typical of these younger students of this simple hard style. Of course, that
is why I was there. Lee was a true teacher and he knew it would be folly to
send his advanced to students out in the world without contact with a real
martial art. I was there to give these puffed kids a taste of humility.

Lee pulled me into his office. "Luke," he said, "quite a turn out hey? All
that press you got in the trade rags from those shows you are really has got
your name around. I have over $3,000 for today." He said with a big grin on
his face. "You should write a book, do a video!"

I always liked Lee, but we were different. He was in martial arts as a
business, where as I was in it because I loved it. Old men had taught these
systems to me in public parks for little or nothing, so I always felt uneasy
about getting paid.

"It is not about the money, Lee," I said.

"Tell that to my wife and kids, Lee shot back," which is what he always said
when I said what I always said.

"Lee, who is that 4th degree black belt out there," I asked.

"Oh!" Lee said, "So you saw her. Hard to miss isn't she? Her name is
Charlotte and she is a first rate kick boxer. Such speed I have never seen!
Not even back in Korea. She wins all the local games around here and I
really believe she has a shot at the national games. She beats up all the
guys in here and then goes to the other schools and beats the guys up over
there. Nobody can touch her. After she has beaten all the others up, I
sometimes spare with her myself and she kicks like a mule. She actually
knocked me on my butt once." Lee beamed when he talked about his best
students. Her shined when he talked about her. Good students were good for
business.

"Impressive," I said.

I stared off the seminar with some basics about real internal power. I
knocked a couple of volunteers out with simple pressure point strikes,
blasted a few guys off the ground with pushes, and basically went through my
standard show. All the time my eyes were on Charlotte. She had an intensity
about her that traveled through the room. She sat with her arms crossed and
never asked a question and never volunteered.

Since Lee had so many students that had paid so much money, I extended the
class for two more hours and went into very detailed and complex finger and
wrist techniques. There were a number of women in the group and this type
stuff was real useful in real life attack. Even with two more hours, the
students seemed to be into to, so I went into some knife skills and spent a
little more time on balance. After eight hours, I finally said enough and
the class broke up. I felt like I had really shown this kids some things.

It was dark outside, and Lee was in a hurry to get home. I asked him if I
could hang around the dojo for a few minutes to make a couple of calls on
his phone.

"Sure, me casa es su casa," he said with a big grin. "Hey great class,
everyone liked it. Just close the door when you leave, the alarm will set
itself."

I made a few calls to some old buddies and talked for an hour or so. I
leaned back in Lee's chair while I talked and looked at the big wall covered
with pictures behind his desk. It seemed to me Lee had taken many of his old
photos down and replaced them with a new photos of Charlotte. Charlotte
breaking a board, Charlotte holding a trophy, Charlotte standing over a
fallen opponent.

When I hung up the phone, and turned around in the chair, Charlotte was
standing in the doorway. I was sure everyone was gone. She had changed into
her street clothes which consisted of a pair of blue jeans, a red tank top
and white tennis shoes. She looked pretty hot. I like athletic women, and
she was an athlete.

I smiled at her, but she just looked at me and said, "What a load of
bullshit."

"What?" Is said and looked around for what she was referring to. Then it hit
me, she meant I was bullshit.

"That hocus pocus crap would never work on the street." she said. "No one is
just going to stand there and let you do that. A real fight moves to fast."
She did not wait for me to reply. "You cheated me out of my $50 bucks and I
want it back. You should have to pay me to watch that junk. That act you put
on is not worth 50 cents."

"Really," I said, with a combination of irritation for her rudeness and
respect for her directness.

"May be you just weren't paying attention," I said.

"Attention to what!' She said. "You're a fraud and I want my money back.
Give it to me, right now!"

This was over the line, so I stood up and walked past her into the dojo.
Talk like that demanded action. I might be an idiot, but I was no fraud.

"Don't be silly old man, I don't want to go to jail for hurting you," she
said and chucked at her own little joke.

"You have a smart mouth, little girl, somebody needs to teach you some
respect."

That did it. She dropped her purse and took off her shoes and socks. "Let's
she what you have, little girl." She did not like that.

She came at me with a loud yell and blasted at least five feet off the
ground. Her lead foot was rounded at the edge and she send the kick at me
with the intention of really hurting me. I just managed to get out of the
way as she went by. I caught a whiff of a faint perfume as she pasted.

She looked back at me with a little determined grin. This was fun to her.
Then she came again this time she tried a low sweep kick that would surely
have broken my leg if I had not seen it coming and moved out of the way. The
she send a knife hand strike at my eyes, and that pissed me off. I slapped
her hand away quite hard, and said," Watch out or you going to get hurt,"
and I meant it.

That just egged her on even more. She twisted and turned like a fire wheel
throwing every kick at me she had ever learned. She was so full of fury,
yelling and screaming.

"Come on old man! Come on! Fight back!" She screamed at me.

Finally I had enough. She flew at me with a extended toe kick directed at my
chin. I grabbed her foot and used her own momentum to fling her all the way
across the dojo. She slammed hard into the wall. This made her even more
angry, and she wound up and came at me again. This time she tried a little
wrinkle, she fainted a head kick with the real intention of a back fist. I
had seen it all before. I grabbed her hand and locked her elbow and used a
full arm bar to slam her pretty face hard into the floor. I could have
easily broken her arm if I had wanted to, but I let her go. She was slow to
turnover, but when she did, I could see blood coming out of her mouth. She
had hit the ground hard, face first. I reached my hand down to her to help
her up, and when I did she kicked me flush in the ribs. I could feel and
hear one of my ribs break, and I was parlayed for a second.

"No one called timeout" she said as she stood up. 'There are not timeouts on
the."

To late for her, she had crossed the line. I used kicks she had no knowledge
of and pounded her lower legs like a side of meat. She did the best she
could, but she really had no chance. Just about every kick I threw hit her
flush and they each made a loud slapping sound. When her legs were gone and
she couldn't really move, I round house kicker her flush on the jaw. She was
able to get her hand up, or she might have really been hurt. Then I closed
in. I struck her on the shoulder at a key pressure point and she let out a
gasp from the pain. Then I put a front choke on her and pulled right into my
face. In that instance when our eyes met, I realized what I was doing. She
had frightened, yet excited look in her eyes. Her flush face, her hot
breathe, her faint perfume, and her wide open eyes cut right threw my anger
and I let lose of her. But this time, I spun her hard against the wall. She
was pined there with my palm on her back and her hands flush and open
against the wall. She was breathing heavy and she turned her face to look at
me. The way she looked at me made me feel uneasy. I could she see did not
want any more, but she wouldn't call a time out. I think I could have kept
right on beating her and she would not have said a word of protest. I raised
my hand off her back and she tensed up but did not try to protect herself.
She had dropped her defenses. I did not really know what to do, so I just
palm slapped her real hard on the ass. WHACK! The sound made as my hand hit
her tensed up muscular butt.

"Oh," she said gasped with a little jump.

"You silly girl," I said. "You could have gotten really hurt." I backed off
her because she was looking at me with those wide eyes and not saying
anything and it was making me uncomfortable.

"Still want you money back?" I asked.

"No, no I don't," she said quietly as she reached her hand back and rubbed
the place on her ass I had slapped. Her legs must have hurt worse, but it
was her firm little butt she rubbed. As she stood there all quite and
looking at me with those big wide eyes and rubbing her butt, I felt real
uneasy, so I turned and walked back to Lee's office. My broken rib really
hurt and I knew I needed to get to a hospital. I hoped it was only one rib
that was broken. Lee was right she did kick like a mule. If she had known
where to kick, she could have killed me.

I looked in the phone book for the nearest emergency room, and then changed
my clothes. It was not the first time a rib had been broken. When I left the
dojo, Charlotte was already gone. I drove to the hospital where I was glad
to hear from the doctor it was only a fracture not a break, and about how
lucky I was and so on and so on.

I drove back to my hotel, and went to my room. I was hungry so I ordered a
big bowl of soup. I took off my shirt to see the bandage across my ribs and
to look at how bad the bruises were. She had really kicked me. Made worse by
the fact I bending over at the time.

There was a knock at the door, so I went over to get my soup. When I opened
the door, Charlotte was standing there. She had changed her clothes. She had
on a short red skirt and a white tee shirt with flat sandals. Her hair was
lose about her shoulders and she had a touch of makeup on. I could smell
that same faint perfume. She looked at me with her big eyes, and said, "Can
I come in?"

She had caught me so off guard.

"Sure, I guess," I said and opened the door to let her in. When she walked
by I could see her muscular claves and the rest of her sleek athletic legs.
Her hips gently swerved from side to side as she walked. She had the hard
ass of a young woman.

When I closed the door she turned around and look at my bare chest.

"Did I hurt you," she said and reached just the end of her finger to my
chest and slowly traced out the big bruise she had made. I don't know what
she was trying to do, but she was making my heart beat loud. I could feel my
pulse quicken as she traced around my skin with finger. She stopped on the
spot where she had kicked me and increased the pressure on her finger a bit.

"Ouch," I said and pulled back a bit.

"Does that hurt, " she said with a softness that cut right through me. She
kept her finger there and I knew she could push that spot again and it would
hurt again, but I did not try to move her finger off of me. She just looked
at me and twirled her finger around on my skin.

Just then there was a knock at the door and I retrieved my soup from the
bell boy. Charlotte just stood in the middle of the room looking very
attractive. She was different in a dress.

When the bell boy left she said, "You hurt me too."

She slowly walked over to the wall and pulled her dress up. She moved her
panties on one side of her cheek inwards and revealed a large red hand print
on flush on her butt.

"See," she said.

My dick was already getting hard, but when she raised up her dress and
showed me her butt, I went into full fledged rock status.

She stood there up against the wall with her dress up. The she pushed her
butt all the way out and pulled in the other side of her panties.

"Look," she said ,"this side is all white. Can you see?"

Of course I could see. I stood there with my hard on obvious to her as it
was protruding out of my sweat pants. She looked at the lump in my pants.

"Here, take a closer look," she said and pulled her panties all the way
down.

She stood up on her tip toes and stuck her ass out.

I could not stand it any more. I went over to her and tried to kiss her, but
she shyly pulled her face away. I put my hand on her soft open neck, and
turned her face back up to me.

Looking at me with those big eyes of hers, she said. "You should finish what
you started," and lifted her ass out for me to spank.

I could smell her and I wanted to taste her, but she would not offer up a
kiss. She looked at me one more time, then she softly put her forehead flush
on the wall. That was it.

I raised my hand and let her have one flush on her ass. I gave her another,
and she turned her head towards me and said, "Like in the dojo."

She meant she wanted me to slap her hard. So I did. SMACK ! SMACK! SMACK! My
open palm found her hard little buns time and time again. It was so loud I
am sure people in the hall could hear it. She stood there and took it. Never
said a word.

After about ten hard slaps, I could see her reach her hand down so she could
touch herself.

I stopped her hand from moving and she looked at me with a real troubled and
worried look. I used my left hand to find her clit while I used my right
hand to keep slapping her. When went down to her personal space I found she
was soaking wet and the whole top of her legs was hot like a stove. I teased
her a bit by not going to the right spot. She moved around to try and get my
finger where she wanted it. I knew where she wanted it. I just made her wait
a little. First I penetrated her a bit, and I could tell she would not stop
me, but she did not really like that. So I went to her spot and she let out
a gasp.

'Ohh." she said as she turned her head towards me and licked her lips

I kissed her and she kissed me back. I am not sure who was kissing who. Her
tongue was in my mouth more than mine was in hers. She kissed me and I
spanked her and rubbed her all the while my tension and her tension rose. As
she moved closer to her moment, she said something in a whisper so quite I
could not hear it. I leaned down and she said it again.

"Harder, harder," she whispered.

I stopped the on going slaps and changed to one single really hard slap.
SMACK!

"Ohhh." she gasped after each really hard slap.

Her knees started to buckle, and her fingers curled up against the wall.

SMACK!
"Ohh..."
SMACK!
"Ohh..."
SMACK!
"Ohh..."

Until she finally her legs and her ass just tighten up and she let out a
loud long sigh.

"Ohhhh.." She gasped as she came in my hand.

I stopped spanking her and just rubbed her ass with my bare hand. She just
inhaled and then with each exhale let out a long moan.

When she was recovered, she gently pushed my hand off her ass and pulled her
panties back up. Her dress fell back down and I moved away from her. She
looked at me and now it was I with the troubled and worried look in my face.

"Don't worry" she said. "I am not going to leave you with that big boner.
You might go out and kill someone with something that hard."

She lead me over to the bed and sat down. She pulled down my sweat pants and
then my underwear and held me in her hand.

"You are so hot!" she said as she put me in her mouth. I let out a deep sign
and she chucked. I liked to hear the way that chuckle sounded with my dick
in her mouth. She worked me back and forth using her hand on my balls and
one finger to tease and tickle my ass. I could not stand too much of that,
and I motioned like I wanted to get her in bed. She gently pushed me back
and shook her head and kept right on sucking me. After that I just let it
go, right in her mouth. She knew I was going to come and she could have
pulled her head away, but she didn't. She let me come with everything I had
all in her mouth. She even kept me in her mouth until I wanted to withdraw.

She pulled my underwear back up and my pants too. Then she stood up and
kissed me on the lips with a little closed mouth but very sweet and
affectionate kiss. She ran her hands back over my chest and push me one more
time on my bruise.

"Ouch.." I said as she smiled.

She held my hand and walked me over to the door.

"Still want your money back?" I said.

She laughed and said, "Best fifty dollars I ever spent."

As she walked out the door, she turned back and with a big wide smile on her
face and she said, "Hey, old man, I could have beaten you if I wanted."

"How about a rematch," I said.

"Anytime, " she said "Anytime at all."

Then she turned and slowly walked away. She knew I was watching her, so she
raised her hand up and waved as she turned the corner.

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