Powers Ch. 03

I reached down and her breasts were like clouds in my hands. There was weight in them, but the wonderful softness was all i felt and it was like my hands could disappear in the abundance of flesh.

Jackie groaned with disappointment and rocked her hips back and forth trying to bring back the faster rhythm. I stretched back up and took a hold of her hips to start driving me back into her in the way she liked.

My need started to bubble back up and, after how she treated me the last time, a part of me wanted to be selfish and satisfy my own need, but a bigger part squashed that idea.

I reached out and gently pulled her hair and she yelled out again, but she was too lost in herself to catch my hint. Self centered prima donna.

The voice in my head that told me to just get it over with, take what I wanted and leave her be got louder, but I couldn't.

"I'm close to cumming."

"No, no, not yet --- I'm only halfway there!"

Yeah, well maybe if you had finished me last time I would have more stamina, you egotistical cunt. Calm down. Just do it. It's easy. Make her cum.

My right hand snuck down her stomach and started to make circles just over her clitoris and she screamed out her pleasure.

Fucking narcissistic slut.

The anger burned bright and I felt the energy drive me faster. I could work her harder, and with every impact her stupid little groan made me want to strangle her, feeding the anger to drive me faster.

I dumped my energy into her and, out of fucking nowhere, a spasm traveled through her body and she started screaming at the top of her lungs.

"YES, YES, THAT'S IT!"

Her tight walls contracted in a rhythmic motion and she slammed all her energy into my member, sending wonderful sensations through my body. How the fuck was she already there if it wasn't even halfway there a minute earlier? Moron!

It was easy to let go, let the feelings drive me over the edge as she screamed more nonsense. Shot after shot kept coming out of me and my small humps kept drawing out my pleasure until I pulled back and fell down into bed.

It was such a relief to let go of all that anger and feel the joy that travel through my body. The biggest joy of all was that I never would have to deal with Jackie again.

Jackie leaned in and kissed my cheek. "Remind me to make you mad directly next time."

"Next time? What makes you think there will be a next time?" She stared at me. "I'm not looking for 'stress relief'. I want someone I can wake up with, not a person that runs away."

She huffed and puffed. I sank back into bed and waited until she had stormed out. She threw the door closed behind her with a loud bang. What a train wreck of a person.

***

As way too often in this story there was a thumping on my door and a infuriated Em stood on the other side. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She yelled straight into my face.

Calm always worked best to deal with her. "Well, hello to you too."

"I set you up and you treat her like trash? Did you get dropped as a child?"

"No, my parents would never drop me." My anger flared and she pulled back when I formed my clear red glove. "Take a moment and think about what you just said or I'll take you behind the shed."

"I didn't mean it like that --- but come on!"

"She was terrible in bed and tried to leave without saying goodbye, being intimate with her would make me feel lonelier. No - Thank - You. I don't need that shit."

"Woopie do for you. There are other ways to get that across than to break it off immediately after sex. You're so fucking self centered sometimes."

"But you love me anyway."

"You don't make it easy, asshole!"

There was a heavy silence between us for a moment and I walked back inside.

"When you say she's bad in bed, how bad?"

I gave her a general overview, but somehow Em drew out all the details over the course of a two hours work out. I tried to get some sympathy from her, but she laughed in my face instead. So much for my friendship.

***

Rest of the month followed the same schedule. First two hours working out then four hours school followed by two hours working out and ending with an hour each for four groups of five students. I started with the basics, working my way up to Brazilian Jiujutsu and ending with the finishers of Thai Boxing. When the month was over the bottom twenty on the ranking were a lot better.

Being a Ranker was a totally different experience; instead of spending five hours waiting to fight I spent twelve hours judging fights. I kept one eye on my students, and it was nerve wrecking to watch their fights, they kept me engaged and Em sat with me, keeping me cool. I got a new understanding for the soccer parents that lost it on the judges, one bad call and I made a hit list for my fellow Rankers.

I was bored out of my mind, but at the same time a nervous wreck when it finally came time for the challenges. I warmed up and as Abigail said 'This was my chance to prove that I deserved it, if I couldn't defend my rank, I wasn't a Ranker.'

The first guy was a third year and a bit beaten up but still put up a good show. He was a great warm up.

The second lady was one of the ninjas. I stood in the middle of the ring while she did cute jump moves around the ring. She tried to trick me with fakes but eventually she got in range and a straight kick pushed her out of range again. She was hopelessly out gunned in the reach department and I was to good at keeping my distance. Both sets lasted the full two minutes without her having a single chance to bring me down.

The third and fourth challengers both went after the tenth Ranker, a nice break, but then the trouble started.

I lasted four more fights before going down to Team Asia chick three, Mai. She got me off balance, then tackled me down, and, as if that wasn't bad enough, I fell for it a twice.

Em carried me to bed, it was becoming our new tradition. We ate ice cream in bed and watched the rest of the Rankers fight. Em made grand plans for my return. I'm going to spank some butt. So she foretold with certainty and a spoonful of chocolate ice cream. I just needed to train my ability to fight several people in a row to keep my seat the next time.

We caught the tail end of Jarred beating out the seventh seed. Then Em was hysterical as Luke beat the third seed to switch places.

***

I might as well start now, so the next day the plan was put in effect. I got the lowest ranked person in the whole school. His name was Maximillian, he was a yellow first year from a normal family. His parents were very proud of him, but he didn't have the ten years of training Powers from Power families did.

When I found him he was ecstatic, apparently there had been a buzz about what I would do this month. If I was continuing with my pupils, if I would take new ones or if my defeat would turn me back into the trainings monster.

I couldn't say no to that face when he asked. I couldn't do twenty new students though. I needed to train again, but one class of ten should be doable now that I had the basics down.

I convinced Max to team up with me for the duo. With his low rating of 1400 and my 2200 our team got an 1800. Enough for three free wins and in the area of the good second years.

Max stayed out of my way as I fought my way up. Fighting duos wasn't really the training I wanted, but better than nothing. The whole day went by as we kept winning our way up.

Finally my run ended after ten wins when I ran into the Team Asia chick one and three, Lucy and Mai. It was like they were stalking me. When I got out of the ring the displeased face of a middle aged man was there waiting for me.

"You fucked that boy over, you understand that, right?" I looked at him funny. I had helped Max score a lot of points and Max seemed happy about it. "You boosted him up the ranking, now he'll lose his way down again and he won't learn. Stupid."

"Hey! Not cool."

"Stop fucking with my system. Stupid. Fucking Mayfields (Mal's mother and Mary's maiden name). Always wrecks everything."

My anger ignited and my glove formed. Talking smack about my mother? Who the fuck did he think he was?

I swung. I wanted to hurt him a bit, not anything serious, but enough to shut him up. His leg moved faster than my fist and I hit the outside of the cage hard before the tendrils of pain traveled through my body.

I slumped down and could only watch as he mumbled, "Stupid mother, stupid father, stupid son."

A new goal formed as he walked away. I would get stronger and then smack him around, but for now it would be enough to fuck with his system.

***

The next day I did the same thing. I found the four lowest ranked people and formed a team. Then I carried them up. After four wins the guy in the suit showed up again. "Didn't I tell you yesterday to stop abusing my system?"

"You did." A heavy silence spread, a threat hung in the air. I created my glove and my shield. This time I saw the kick coming. I blocked it with my elbow as my other elbow shot down and hit his knee. Sparks flew as our shields collided. It surprised me. I couldn't even see his shield. The energy was so pure it was see through.

There was a moment of hesitation which was enough for him to reach down, grip my arm and do a normal wrist lock. Then he pulled me out of balance, swept my legs and did a simple standing arm lock.

"Stop fucking with my system."

"Bite me."

I took a deep breath and focused on circulating my energy, stealing his. He was losing energy a lot faster than me so he let go and jumped back.

"Impressive. Stupid but strong, there's family resemblance."

I got up and was going to tackle him. Then there was only darkness. It's called the blind side kick. First you punch, to lure up your opponent's hand to block, and use that arm to block your opponent's view of the start of the kick. Then it shoots out as you lean back and hits the neck from behind. It's invisible when done well.

I never stood a chance. I only know what happened since Em told me as I woke up in the hospital.

Without me my team lost hopelessly. We watched the brothers beat down team Asia. The whole team clicked with Jarred. He was a real captain, he took the front, charged in and beat Karateka up. The Kendolls held onto their seat.

3 months in and I was at more than a third done with 135 Popps. 383 knockouts wouldn't be a challenge if I kept this pace and strategy up.

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Thanks for reading part 3 of Powers. Hope you enjoyed it.

I still haven't finished my first draft of chapter 5. I'm dragging my feet behind me and spending to much time writing on my next story. So in the comments really let me have it. Give in to the righteous anger and let me feel the wrath. Be specific though, none of that blanket you suck crap. If you can find a flaw in my writing that will really hurt and in turn be a good motivator to get it done.