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I handed her my wallet.
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The distinctive click of the little round plastic case had become a morning staple over the last few weeks. I couldn’t help but know exactly how many days Tria had been taking The Pill. I also knew she was already past the safe zone and that the time was near. Every time I heard that sound, my dick enlarged to the point where it might not have fit inside King Kong’s Caddy.
I felt like the Count from Sesame Street—“Four! Four days before you can have sex! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
Though we hadn’t come right out and said it, we both knew Saturday was the night—the night we would have our first actual date. Thankfully “Challenge Night” at Feet First had been full of drunken frat boys, and I brought home a decent amount of extra cash so I could take her someplace nice.
“So where are you going on your date?” Yolanda asked.
“Aladdin’s,” I informed her as I pulled myself up and looked over the bar before lowering slowly back down again.
I fucking hated pull ups.
“One hand,” Yolanda dictated. I groaned and dropped my left hand to my side before pulling myself up with the right only. “What’s Aladdin’s?”
“It’s a little Mediterranean place over on the east side,” I told her. “My family used to go there sometimes. It’s good food, classy atmosphere, but not too pricey, ya know?”
“You got the cash for it?”
“Yeah, I’ve saved a bit,” I told her as I switched arms with a grunt.
“How you gonna get there?”
“Bus to Twentieth,” I said, “then the subway over to the East Side mall. It’s not too far from there—just a few blocks.”
“You know how to show a lady a good time.” Yolanda snorted.
“Nice.” I glared at her as I dropped from the bar and landed on the mat. “It’s the best I can do.”
“Nah,” she said. “You can do a little better. Take my car.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, why not?” She shrugged. “I mean, you know if anything happens to it, I’m going to kick your ass. I figure it’s pretty safe. You can just drive me home after the fight Friday. I don’t have anything going on for the weekend, so you can bring it back Sunday. How’s that work?”
“Fucking awesome,” I replied. “Thanks!”
The rest of the week went by as slowly as a high school senior’s last day of school. Friday night, I could hardly contain myself with thoughts of our first real date and what would hopefully transpire afterwards. I whooped in triumph before I had even entered the cage, climbed halfway up to scream at the crowd, and then dropped down in the face of my opponent. His bright blue eyes went wide as Yolanda snapped my trunks while leaving the cage, laughing loudly.
I reach down, adjusted my trunks while grinning maniacally, and then jumped forward to pounce on my adversary. I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him down to the bare floor. My knee struck his ribs three times before I let him go, jumped back, and spun around to kick his face before he could stand again.
My heart beat wildly, and I could feel the slender trickle of sweat rolling down my back as I went for him again. He slammed his fist into the side of my face, then the top of my shoulder as he rushed me and crushed my back into the chain links. The crowd screamed, but I couldn’t tell if they were screaming for or against me.
It didn’t matter.
A punch to his throat sent him reeling back—rookie move, to leave his neck unprotected. He fell to his back, and I was on top of him, alternating fists into his face even after he tapped out.
I was still laughing as Yolanda pulled me off him and out of the cage.
“Fucking brutal!” Gary laughed as he slapped my back with his palm.
I was just glad the idiot still bleeding on the floor of the cage hadn’t touched my lips. I needed them in good working order tomorrow.
Dordy was insistent about me hanging around until closing, and by the time I got out of there, took Yolanda home, and then parked the car in the lot next to the apartment, it was really late. Tria was half asleep on the couch, but I still hauled her out to see our ride.
