The Untouchable Kingpin (Gent X SugarPlum)

The grounds around his home were so spacious she had seen no reason not to enjoy the greenery and the landscaping that had no doubt cost a fortune- so she was jogging outdoors when someone located her and told her where the gym was. They were quite friendly to her ans even offered to escort her there, but she politely declined and headed there by herself. When she entered the gym she took a moment to take in her surroundings, eyes sweeping the place so she could have a good feel for it.

Because she'd already been running her skin was already slightly damp, though she wasn't soaked with sweat her skin had a slight shine to it and her face was a little flushed. The young woman was not wearing any make up, but she honestly didn't really need it anyway. Especially not for a gym visit, no one ever left there looking pretty in her opinion!

"Good morning." she stated to him politely, he looked... very attractive, actually. She always noticed that about him, even in his suit he was stunning- she was just as stubborn as they came, and he'd never hear a word about it from her. Besides, he probably had tons of women all over him issuing compliments so he wasn't going to be lacking in the self esteem department. Nor would she care if he did! "Warming up?"

His home gym was extremely nice, something you'd expect from a five star hotel or resort- except it was for one person. It looked like he was quite serious about sparring with her (not that she really doubted him) since there was a boxing ring in the gym too. She dropped her gym bag and towel next to the wall- then decided to do her stretches on one of the provided cushioned mats. Starting simple she extended her arms above her head, then moved them out to her sides. Rolling her neck, touching her toes, and other basic standing stretches until she shifted into some basic yoga positions that were good for stretching- dog pose, cat pose, child's pose and a couple others, nothing fancy. Elle wasn't self conscious about it at all, given she was a gym rat and she was used to droves of men staring at her while she did these things.

Will had worked himself into a little sweat by the time she had arrived. His finger slid up to push the red power button and the machine slowed to a halt and he did so as well. "Good Morning," he returned the greeting with a smile and wiped his face with a towel that he had on the hand rest that he had not been using. "Did you sleep well?" he asked as he stepped down off of the machine and nodded a bit at her question. He had indeed been warming and loosening up for the scheduled spar for the morning. Determined steps carried him over to the small fridge in the corner, it was stocked full of water and a rainbow of Gatorade. He grabbed some water and twisted the gap and raised the bottle to his lips, relief pouring down his throat. The Gentleman let out a sigh of relief as he watched her do some warm up stretches. He couldn't help but laugh a touch when she began to get in some yoga positions and even though he thought they were unnecessary he would watch her do them all say if she pleased.

"So," he spoke as she stretched down into the dog position and he tilted his head to take a good look at her, "It seems as if you're good for more than just smart ass remarks and constant reminders of your occupation." He laughed a bit before diverting his eyes away from her, "I think you're going to make a pretty good punching bag too." Will moved over to a rack that had several different sizes of gloves and head gear. All the way to the left, separated from the others, was his personal black pair of training equipment. In no rush, he put the equipment on before adjusting his focus back to her while he moved toward and climbed in the ring. "Tell me Elle, how do you feel about double standards? Because you're a woman does that mean I don't get to hit you for real?"

Elle would not bother arguing with him about yoga benefits if he chose to bring it up- she felt it helped her maintain good flexibility, strength, and balance and didn't particularly care if it was viewed as "girly", though a lot of men refused to do it themselves for that reason. Her body was certainly different from a man's, who was he to say what helped her and what didn't? Not that she had any intention of doing yoga all day. A lot of the poses were a bit ridiculous, even if they had their benefits.

She seemed perfectly able to carry on the morning conversation as she did her routine, "I slept fine." she said, "How about you?" she didn't mention the strange behavior he had the night before, or the other woman that apparently had cancelled on him- though the knowledge did privately amuse her, even if only because it made him feel awkward about having a female bodyguard who was quite obviously a bit of a feminist.

"Of course I'm good for more than that." Elle said quite patiently, not allowing his teasing or mild laughter to deter her from her task. She'd be the one laughing when he pulled a muscle! Well, inside. "I am definitely not a punching bag either, so prepare to be disappointed." she finished up and got to her feet, seeming to feel rather relaxed and unconcerned with the fact that he was probably about to pummel him.

"I think you know how I feel about double standards." she said as she walked towards the equipment and selected some that would fit, "They exist, but I am not approving of them. You can hit me as hard as you like, just not the face okay?" she climbed into the ring. Honestly, she had no idea how this would go- but even if he did punch her hard enough that it would hurt she was confident she'd be able to get in some blows of her own. Though she was small in stature she was quick, strong, flexible, and had a remarkable control and understanding of her own body. "Set some ground rules?" she inquired, allowing him to choose what he would like to be off-limits.

William responded that he slept exceptionally well and thanked her for his kindness. She was always so calm and it appeared, as always, that his verbal jabs were either being deflected or missing all together. His eyes watched her intently as she prepared herself for the upcoming battle. The Gentleman was excited and impressed by the fact that she was willing to step into the ring with him. He stretched his arms by crossing one over the other and pulling at the elbow, then he did the same thing on the other side before leaning to either side..William had no intention on pulling a muscle today. "Ah, Obviously, no face or reproductive organs as much as I know it would please you to prevent me from ever producing kids." The Gentleman chuckled a bit, "When you're done sparring, or need a break, just say stop. But don't try to use that then sneak attack me." William raised his fists in a very traditional boxing stance, sending two jabs out at a medium speed. "Did I forget anything?" The Gentleman began bouncing on his toes slightly in an attempt to stay loose.

This sparring match would be a very important one for him. They had a lot of tension built up between them, on his side, he wanted even if he did not admit it, to penetrate her like he had so many other women before. Elle on the other hand wanted to hurt him even though she looked at him, physically, in a favorable light. For them both, this would be a chance to blow off some steam and William was determined to make the best of this chance so that he would be able to clear his mind in the long run.

"You think I'm cruel, don't you?" Elle laughed, not at all offended by his remark. He was actually right, but she wasn't going to cop to it! "That should be fine. Your terms work for me." she agreed, she was already feeling quite prepared but her stance was similar to his- she had obviously been in the ring many times before. At the same time, she was prepared for the possibility that she might lose. Elle might have her own pride, but she wouldn't allow herself to lose so badly that she wasn't able to do her job- she wouldn't hesitate to end the session, even if would be embarrassing to do so.

Elle kept herself moving too, giving an experimental jab or two to test out the feel of the gloves and the weight of them before she nodded with satisfaction and was ready to begin. Even bound down by a sports bra, her breasts had a bit of bounce to them when she moved light on her feet. She was just as excited about this as he was, this really was an excellent way to let off some steam- oh, how could she say no to an opportunity to pummel him? At the same time, it would be a great opportunity to see what he was capable of to log away for future reference.

When they were ready- she did not wait, she made the first move. Ladies first! She threw multiple sharp jabs in rapid succession, but at the same time seemed ready to leap back and wove herself from side to side to make herself harder to hit. Elle obviously wasn't holding back, and didn't expect him to.

She was aggressive, William liked that. Her first jab connected with his forearm causing it to sting slightly and it was then that he realized that she was not going to hold back. William gritted his teeth a little instead of blocking the other jabs that had came in rapid succession, he leaned over to the side allowing the jabs to float past his head with a good amount of speed. His heart rate was up now, sparing was one of Wills favorite things to do. Something about the pain that came with it motivated him, not only to get better but to get even, to make the other person feel equal or greater pain.

William continued to bounce on his toes, keeping himself loose. The Gentleman would step forward if she were to leap back, making sure that he kept a close distance with her. He would send two quick jabs with his left hand and kept his right hand in a defensive stance. Immediately following that he would send a sweeping right hook toward her side then immediately spin in an attempt to trip her and send her crashing hard to the mat. Regardless of whether his foot would connect or not he would take a step away from her and head back towards his right, bouncing and weaving as he went, his eyes focused on her body so that he might be able to see any oncoming attacks.

Elle proved difficult to hit- but not impossible, she saw the right hook coming and managed to avoid it- but she failed to see his spin until it was too late and he managed to make her stumble; but she didn't fall, she recovered and managed to regain her balance fairly quickly. He was not allowing her to put much of a gap between them, but she liked the energy that came with their movements and knew that this was going to be a great work out and they would both be feeling some pain win or lose. While she didn't enjoy pain, she did seem to enjoy doling it out- sparring made her feel strong, empowered. It was a feeling she greatly needed to feel secure in the world. Winning fights could be considered her addiction because she found it downright intoxicating!

Bouncing lightly on her feet, she lunged forward suddenly- a change from the tactic she had been using previously to weave back and away from him; hopefully the tactic caught him off guard as she tried a move that some might consider 'cheap'. Extending her left arm into a long swinging uppercut that he would very likely see coming, but if he remained focused on avoiding this punch he might not notice that her right hand was about to deal a very powerful blow right into his gut. Unfortunately, this move did leave her open if he was quick to catch on.

William was proud of her for not succumbing to her trip. Every move that they made in the ring brought him closer to her in a certain type of way. It gave him greater faith in her as hired muscle and after all, that why she was on his payroll. He watched her form closely and noticed it seemed refined, trained perhaps even battle tested. Then she did something that caught him completely off guard in the manner of a wide sweeping uppercut. A smirk played on the face of The Gentleman as he side stepped toward the inside of the punch, not at all seeing the right hook which landed brushed the bottom of his elbow but still connected with his side firmly.

Will gritted his teeth again as the sharp pain ran up through his side, giving his heart a little jump. He groaned a bit but pushed the pain to the side of his head and decided to take advantage of this opportunity. The Gentleman quickly reached out to hook his right arm under her left arm, close to her arm pit that had been swinging out in a uppercut fashion. He would turn his hips inward while bending his knees and push his hip out toward her while standing up. If she didn't move extremely quickly he would lift her up, and flip her over his body then slam her down onto her back with a slick smile on his face.

Elle was quick but not quick enough, she found herself on her back- winded for a moment as she looked up at the slick smile on his face. She was very light, so it had not been difficult for him to lift her at all, but she'd landed hard and it sent shock waves of pain through her body while she had to take a moment to recover. "Damn it!" she cursed in a very unladylike way as she got back to her feet, in no way ready for this fight to be over. She jumped right back in, ready to return the favor a hundred fold.

She didn't think another deceptive move would work twice in a row, so she dove in straight for an attack once again- bending her knees so her blows could aim lower without going for 'the junk' and threw some more rapid succession blows with both fists. Her feet never seemed to stop moving, her footwork was impressive even if she lacked the same level of upper body strength that he possessed. Not that she wasn't strong, on the contrary, any blow that connected would hurt! Probably for awhile, too!

The Gentleman winked at her while she had been on her back and was surprised to see her get up with so much tenacity. His chest rose and fell in rapid succession and at the same time perspiration began to sprout on his brow. William continued to bounce on his feet slightly while he rolled his neck, in an attempt to stay loose. He ignored the pain in his forearm which was tingling with soreness. Apparently, she was ready to go and he had plenty more to give her as well.

In response to her bending her knees and moving forward in an attack, William bent his as well and began moving backwards. His first instinct was to protect his jewels, even though they had agreed on some ground rules, and as a result two of her punches connected to his hard abs sending shockwaves of pain through his body. William would be able to move away from the remainder of the punches by stepping to the right, ensuring that he would not get caught against the red, white, and blue ropes. His next action, without giving it any thought, was to send a straight kick toward her hip in order to break her balance. If the kick landed he would dive towards her in a tackling fashion and attempt to pin her to the ground, if he missed he would step back a little and size up his competition.

There was no way he was going to get her onto her back twice! Not if she had anything to say about it! She'd been wary of his feet since his attempt to trip her, so when he shifted to kick she leaped backwards to avoid him. But the kick would have affected his balance, so she returned one kind and aimed a kick at his abs as she moved right back towards him while he stepped back to size her up. Probably a rather strange thing, considering that she was a very slight woman! At this point she was perspiring heavily, her chest rapidly rising and falling as her breath grew a little labored. She was in shape, but this sparring session was tiring!

Elle was intent on at least landing him on his back at least once before she would allow herself to be done. Her slender legs were powerful, she seemed to have more strength from the waist down but this was true of a lot of women. She swept out her right leg in a low kick, hoping to kick his legs out from under him. Whatever the result of this fight was, win or lose, she was going to prove that she could dole out as much pain as she could receive- if not more. She was strong, determined, and would endure anything thrown at her!

William's backward motion put him out of the reach of her kick and he grinned slightly before launching back in toward her with his hands extended in an attempt to grab. That would backfire on him because he was not at all expecting the kick to sweep his legs out from under him. The next thing he knew, he was on his back with pain vibrating throughout his body. If there was one thing William hated, it was being on his back so he immediately reached out to grasp the ankle of the foot that she was spinning on hoping to catch her off guard and pull her to the ground as well. If he was successful in grabbing her ankle he would roll over to position himself on top of her so that he could pin her to the ground. If his grab was unsuccessful, he would jump to his feet quickly with his knees bent he would attempt to scoop her up and slam her onto her back in an attempt to pin her down.

Will's goal was to get her onto her back and put himself in a position where he was on top of her so that he could finish the fight and keep his ego in check.

Unfortunately Elle just couldn't seem to get the upper hand in this fight, but this was just going to make her all the more determined to beat him the next time! She had managed to get him on his back, but the victory was pretty short lived because he recovered faster than she anticipated and was able to catch her ankle and she toppled backwards onto her back with an unladylike curse bursting from her lips as he moved on top of her. His ego was saved, it seemed, though the look on her face with her cheeks puffed out in dissatisfaction showed that her own ego was not quite so lucky. With him on top of her she couldn't get up, and being unable to get up was a loss.

"I'll win the next one." she said with a grimace, though there was pain shooting through her body and she knew that continuing was a bad idea. The rematch would have to be another day, since she couldn't really risk either of them getting truly injured. Elle was going to be sore, but she was otherwise just fine. She hoped he was sore too, though she doubted he would admit it even if he was since he was probably one of those 'man's man manly men' types. "You win this time. Because weapons aren't involved..." her tone had a bit of a sourness to it, she really hated losing and hated admitting it even more!

Her words were lost on him as he found himself on top of her. His chest rose and fell quickly as he fought to regain his breath. William had all intention on speaking to her, telling her how pleased he was with her abilities in the ring and that hand to hand was really important to him because most of the meetings that he went to, they would be checked at the door and all the weapons would be taken from them. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't get those words out. Instead, he was focused more specifically on the construction of her face. Even through the sweat and exhaustion, she was gorgeous.

There was, what William would have described, as an awkward silence in the room for a full minute in a half before he snapped back to reality. "Sorry, it's just that," there was long pause that was unlike him, "you're stunning." William rolled to the left and winced slightly from her hook to the ribs earlier. Next he pushed himself to his feet and stretched a little bit. "I'm gonna..hit the showers. You should probably do the same because we have a meeting to make today." With that William collected his things and left the gym, walking quickly toward his master bathroom.

It was apparent to Elle that he hadn't heard a word she said, but when he described her as 'stunning', her own words were cut short. This was not the response she had been expecting, she had thought he would mock her at best- fire her at worst, since she was his bodyguard and she shouldn't be weaker than he was. This situation had lacked the same life or death urgency that she would endure on the job, but the fact remained that he had beaten her.

But then he calls her 'stunning'? Honestly she wasn't too used to being complimented, she did tend to make herself a rathe unapproachable woman with her nature and hobbies. Dating tended to go hilariously wrong, so to hear anything made her feel awkward beyond the 'your-my-boss-so-ew' mentality. Not that she really considered him her boss, but the gist was the same.

"Uhm, alright." she just stated rather lamely when he suggested she go shower too. She grabbed her towel which was hanging in an accessible place nearby, wiping her face before she walked briskly back to go shower in her room. Fortunately the guest house was well equipped, so she didn't need to leave the place until he needed her again. She showered and changed into a clean dress, sticking with a simple black sheath because she figured she couldn't go wrong with the choice. Elle wasn't sure what type of meeting it was, but she assumed he'd demand she change if necessary.

The Gentleman made his way upstairs in a quick fashion. His face was red with embarrassment ,Stunning? His right hand hit his chest with a frustrated open hand. He had to get his act together, there was no reason for him to be this attracted to his body guard like this.

William gritted his teeth slightly, Get yourself together, he thought quietly as he started his shower. The warm water immediately started creating a thick steam that warmed the atmosphere which caused him to relax. He sighed as he showered, wiping the funk from his body. His head hung, his chin resting on his muscular chest as the water ran across his head and down his body. While he stood he emitted a long, low groan partially because the water felt good and partially out of frustration.

Eventually he cut off the shower and dried himself off. He slipped on underwear and a wife beater then a simple white polo shirt, khakis, and some brown dress shoes. William looked at himself in the mirror and sprayed a touch of cologne before he headed back downstairs to the front door and out it to the waiting vehicle. He drove over to the guest house and hit the horn twice, waiting for Elle.