Mind Control

Challenges

Justin grabs my arm and slams me on the floor. Again. 

We have been sparring for over an hour, and I've been slammed on the floor more times than I can count. I thought I was fit and good at fighting, but now I'm exhausted and my muscles are overworked.

"Ready to give up yet?" Justin smirks. Drew quit fifteen minutes ago, so we're alone.

"In your dreams," I reply, getting back into position. Justin challenged me at the beginning of our session, that I wouldn't be able to throw him. I didn't expect him to be this good, but I sure as hell am not quitting now.

"Alright, you asked for it," he says, rolling his head.

He aims a punch but I dodge and land one in his stomach. He barely reacts though, and reaches for my leg. I kick him in the face and I'm about to knee him in the groin when he grabs my shoulders and throws me on the ground. I pull him down with me, and our faces are inches apart.

"You fight well, Lydia. With training, you're going to be really good. But you're not throwing me tonight," he says sincerely.

I put my arms around his neck and pull him closer. Letting my arms trail down his body, I wrap my right leg around his waist, and whisper in his ear, "You're right. This was stupid,"

I feel his body relax, and I take the opportunity to flip him over, so I'm straddling him. His face is priceless.

"You're right. I am good," I say, laughing. He growls and I get off before he can touch me.

"You realize that I'm probably going to be your trainer right? You're so dead," he says.

"Please. I'm sure I can handle whatever you throw at me," I say, rolling my eyes. The glint in his eyes almost makes me regret challenging him. Almost.

"Alright, princess. Whatever you say," he replies. "Let's get out of here and shower. You stink,"

We talk and laugh all the way upstairs. He drops me off at my room and hugs me goodbye.

"Ary will come pick you up in half an hour. We're going downtown, honey!" he says excitedly.

"We? Ugh, that implies you're coming," I say, wrinkling my face in mock disgust.

He pushes me against the closed door of my room and puts his face inches from mine. "Listen, I know I've been easygoing and lenient, but when we are out in public, or in front of the other members, you will treat me with respect. I have a position of power in this organization and our teasing will not sit well with others,"

"You want me to be your submissive, pretty girl? Only to be seen, not heard? That's utter bullshit and you know it. I won't be submissive any more than you will. So back off," I spit back.

He backs away and starts to say something, but I open the door and slam it in his face.

"Someone's a bit upset," Drew remarks.

I groan. From one annoying guy to another. Just perfect.

"I'm taking a shower, and Ary is coming to get us in half an hour," I inform him.

"Cool. Do you know where we're going?" he asks, plopping down on the bed.

"Downtown. The strip, probably," I call as I enter the bathroom.

I would love nothing better than to take my time with my shower, but since we have to go out, I finish within ten minutes. I put on the red dress that I had carried with me inside the bathroom, and start to apply makeup. I on put some mascara and a solid, bold line of eyeliner. I finish off the look with lip gloss.

I look in the mirror for a few minutes before heading out. My straight blonde hair cascades down to my waist, and the dress accents all my curves. The top of the dress is v-neck. That combined with the very thin straps show quite a bit of cleavage. Fortunately, the dress comes to the middle of my thighs, so I don't look like a complete slut. The tight-fit dress sparkles as I turn from side to side.

I smirk into the mirror. The eyeliner brings out my bright, blue eyes and pulls off the entire look. I know I look beautiful.

I leave the bathroom and find myself face to face with a rather handsome looking Drew. He is dressed in black pants and a white, v-neck shirt with a blazer. 

"You, uh, look good," I say, looking away.

"Thanks, you too," he replies, laughing at my discomfort.

I hear rapid knocking from outside the room. "Guys! Are you ready? I don't care if you're in your underwear, I'm coming in there and  dragging you out!"

I put on the nude heels and tucked my phone into my bra. When I open the door, I am stunned to find Ary looking so beautiful in a short, green dress. What's with everyone and looking good when going out?

"Don't worry, I am fully clothed," I smile.

"Well, that's debatable, but I'm not complaining," Drew remarks with a wink, wrapping his arm around my waist.

Rolling my eyes, I follow Ary outside, where there are a bunch of cars waiting for us.

"Why so many cars?" I ask.

"We aren't the only ones going out. This is kind of a partying night," she smirks. "There are also extra cars for protection. They'll be driving around the strip, making sure we're all okay,"

We get into the car and I recognise a few other faces getting into their own cars. Riley, Imogen, Declan, and Justin. I look away before the latter tries to make eye contact with me.

"Do you drink, Lydia?" Ary asks.

"What kind of a question is that?" I reply, smirking. "Of course I do. And tonight, I'm  ready to get piss drunk,"