Go for the Jugular

One-Shot.

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Lauren liked her job, she had been working as a boxing fitness trainer for a little over two years. The boxing gym was exactly two blocks from her apartment and five blocks south of her favorite park where she did her morning jogs when the weather was nice.

The work day ahead was something she looked forward to; her boss, Denika always brightened her mood. Not because she was a ray of sunshine, quite the opposite really. Her sassy and unapologetic form of existence was something Lauren respected and found entertaining.

Today she was up for an afternoon shift; her students were all middle aged adults. There was one client in particular whom she was excited to talk to. Mrs. Hernandez that woman always had the latest gossip. Lauren made her way into the building and waved at a few instructors. She was playfully flipped off by Denika as she entered the locker rooms.

In less than fifteen minutes Lauren changed into her workout clothes which consisted of her black crop shorts, matching sports bra, the mandatory employee T-shirt, bright purple and sleeveless because Lauren couldn't stand to wear sleeves while working out, and her purple Lonsdale boots. She was in the process of wrapping her hands when a frustrated groan followed by the sound of a locker being banged on made her pause.

Lauren stood from the bench she was sitting on and rounded a row of lockers, curious as to who was having issues opening their locker. She had her money on Cabello that girl had probably forgotten her combination again. Lauren chuckled. The only reason Cabello didn't lose her head was because it was attached to the rest of her body.

"For the love of God Camz. It's left-right-left and then push down."

Her voice caught in her throat once she came face to face with a semi-naked girl who was too tall and a few shades too dark to be Camila. The girl immediately stood straight and locked eyes with Lauren who blatantly stared at her. Lauren shook her head in an attempt to avert her eyes and began apologizing for her ogling.

"Shit, fuck. My bad, dude." She managed to say.

"I thought you were someone else. I'm--I'm going to go now." Flustered, she began walking away but a voice stopped her.

"Could you open my locker first? I can't get the damned thing open and I'm already running late."

Lauren swallowed and managed to turn back around. She faced the ebony skinned girl and felt her hands start to sweat.

"Um, yeah of course, dude." She stammered out.

As soon as she opened the girls locker, Lauren bolted out of the locker room, cheeks a shy shade of crimson and her heart beating erratically against her ribcage.

Lauren tried to get the image of the uncovered girl from the locker room out of her mind so she could concentrate on her lesson, but she couldn't. As a result Mrs. Hernandez sucker punched her face instead of her mitts.

The middle aged woman brought her gloved hands to her face, covering it in shame.

"Oh my God."

Tentatively, she reached out to gently pat Lauren on the shoulder.

"Dear, I am so sorry." Mrs. Hernandez tried to apologize but Lauren simply laughed it off as she rubbed her jaw as best she could while still wearing her punch mitts.

"You've got a mean left hook Mrs. Hernandez. Your husband should be warned." Lauren feigned pain as she moved her jaw side to side.

Mrs. Hernandez managed a sheepish laugh before the two continued with the lesson.