My guess is she set that time thinking you would  not be able to make it work. You called her bluff. Good for you!

My guess is that she set that time thinking she didn't want to disappoint him, and that's what she had available. She made it work. Good for her!

Something similar happened to me. She was supposed to arrive around 3pm and we'd meet up at 5. Got a text from her early afternoon that she was stuck on I95 with a picture of her sitting in what turned out to be a six hour delay. She didn't arrive until after 9 and met me at 10 with her having no rest and minimal prep. It was a work night and I didn't get home until after midnight. Wasn't convenient for either of us, but it was still a good session.

Miss Melissa simply amazing I kind of wish I started with someone else though because there has never been one better. Well maybe besides the 2nd or 3rd with her

That's a very good review. I'm hoping to see her get back to this. Legitimate criticism is fine. Indulging in fantasies where she's morphed into an evil genius bluffing by proposing times a client wouldn't want in order to... be obligated to show up at a later date? That's not realistic or helpful.

K+

Looks to be a great contest.  Many thanks!

This is Chapter 2

STUNNED

The woman's automated voice stated, "After 40 Yards, turn right".

Severine screamed with laughter as he drove off the Bow Flyover exit, on her back across the front seats, her head laying in his lap, green eyes gazing up and streaming with happy tears, her knees aloft, blocking his view of the left lane, his free hand tickling her exposed navel mercilessly, and she both regretted and loved her decision to wear a tube top that morning.

"Arrete, je t'en supplies!!" she shrieked hoarsely. The French was forced out of her.

"At Rivington St, turn left", Ms GPS added.

"Tell me where we're going!!"

His hand flew back between her navel and her mountainous cleavage, the garment was the largest of its type available in the shop, yet fought a losing battle to restrain her. After 2 minutes, a nipple poked out, only partially the result of his efforts. She pawed at his hand, which maintained its alternation between her upper and nether regions. She neither wanted him to continue or to stop. It didn't budge in either location. Unfortunately for her, neither did his other hand, which had easy accesss to her 3ft pigtail.

"Ca va, ca va! Putain ca suffit!!" she finally screamed, still laughing hysterically.

At that moment, he pulled up outside the postcode his GPS had led them. Her tormentor's question became moot.

"So...'Joe's Boxing and MMA gym'? Are you gonna tell me what the h..." His question was cut short by the familar face standing just outside the entrance. He didn't believe his eyes, but there SHE stood.

"It's her, my love", her voice still shaky, but smiling a huge, toothy grin wider than ever, before she sat up, clutching her stomach, allowing him to climb out of the car, still refusing to believe the information his eyes fed to him. His legs felt like jelly at the sight, but nonetheless he raced at her, arms stretched wide.

"Penny!" The shout could be heard around the world. The woman cried out his name with equal volume.

"Jaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii !!!!"

They almost rammed into each other, the sheer delight on their faces abundant, they kissed frantically, even though it has only been a mere 12 weeks since all 3 had holidayed in Bourbon St.

Severine leaped on them both in a crazed group cuddle, her endless legs snaked all around the embracing pair's fused hips like an anaconda, her mouth competing with her boyfriend's in plying the other womans face with dozens of kisses, both of the car's front doors still as wide open as the trio's mouths in the exquisite urgency of the moment. The questions didn't start for two long minutes, the patrons looking out of the window thought a threesome was being arranged. They were wrong, but not by much. The kisses filled the milliseconds between questions.

"When did you fly in?"

"How was the journey?"

"God you look gorgeous!"

"We missed you so much!"

"You didn't tell me we'd all meet HERE!"

"Damn you look so trimmed down!"

"I love what you've done with his hair!"

"Your idea!"

"Which one of you is wearing smudgy lipstick?"

The trio calmed, although nobody broke the hug. Reluctantly, Severine wound down her tanned lengthy limbs from them, but Jai and Penny continued the hug. Severine burst out with,

"You know...he tickled me terribly on the way in".

They set upon him, Penny from her ideal position splayed her fingers across his throat, whilst his hands were up, the junior woman played a sonata in his armpits. Remembering he had no idea where Penny's lone ticklish spot was, he ducked, swirled and swiftly fingered Severine through her denim shorts, her face suddenly agog with arousal. Penny, however, was as fast, taking over the armpit shift to afford relief to his other attacker, who growled, "Getting me wet, you know I SHALL repay that little favour!" He was laughing too hard to hear, for any of them to hear a thing, but managed to squirm away briefly, his breath raspy.

"So, Sev, why are we meeting here?"

"I just wanted to give Penny a familiar place for us to meet for her first visit to London, and I 'av a secret. She has been helping me with my learnings of the martial arts." At this, I turned to face Penny.

"I had no idea this great big Medusa here (he gave her another brush of fingers to naval, she squealed girlishly) was being tutored by YOU!" She recovered quickly, far more so this time, straightened herself to her full 6'0".

"Ok, I have trained here Muay Thai one year before, I have friends here, but I don't come to this gym any more. Let us all say "Hello" and Penny can see the Muay Thai".

Wandering inside, the first thought in his mind was that the gym was very much the spit+sawdust type; several rings, plenty of obscene language and one guy spat in the corner as he worked the heavy bag. He had a hard time believing she would actively come to THIS place, but indeed two of the patrons recognised her and greeted her warmly. The manager, however, was another matter. Sparring Marquis rules with one of his students, he peered over his guard as he saw her notice him.

"Orright Sarah you little slapper, how ya farkin doin?"

Jai glared at the uncouth brute. He put him at 195, 200, abs distinct in the sweat and sunlight. Clearly half black, he wondered if his mother saw his father after he turned 5.

"Well say 'ullo' you stupid little cow, you got crackin' tits like always!" His sparring mate chuckled nervously.

"I can see why you don't come here any more"

"He sell steroids, that was the only reason".

Severine strolled to the ring, most of the gym had now stopped to stare at her exposed abs and legs scissoring. Just as if by accident, she stooped slowly to pick up a pair of gloves, her cheeks bulging in the fabric. Various cat-calls and whistles followed. Straightening up, she simply called behind to Penny, "Take his car keys, Penny", before climbing the ring apron and stepping in.

"Nice to meet you again, Derek". She turned to his sparring partner, also a huge half black, but an ex-England Rugby team prop forward, disgraced for being sacked a few years back for steroid use. "Sorry", she said simply, at which her left leg flashed up, kicking him full in the face. He crumpled, and was unconscious before falling through the ropes.

"You farkin stupid cow, what you go and do that for?"

"I thought we go a few rounds for old time sake?", she said in sing-song as she gloved up.

Jai was mortified, but ready to pounce through the ropes. Penny, however, insisted on her non-involvement, and given his lack of MA training, on his non-intervention. He hurriedly asked what the hell she could do, the guy had nearly 50Ibs on her and MA pros fared badly against Boxers. Penny reaassured him, urging him to simply get his car keys ready so they could all leave fast. Severine smiled sweetly at her enfuriated ex-mentor, and tapped her chin.

"One free shot, darling." He looked at her incredulously.

"What, you fucking nutcase bitch?" She flicked a fast jab whose sting he felt, despite his headgear. That did the trick.

Derek took his free shot, a roundhouse right that landed flush on her cheek. She staggered back a bit, using the rope for support, shaking her head to clear it like a dog with a rat in its jaws.

"Glad you haven't lost the old touch" she chuckled, before he rushed her, slamming her bodily into the turnbuckle.

Her hands dangled down by her sides as she grinned insanely at him. Derek threw a murderous salvo into her midsection, designed to slash her down like a buzzsaw would a Willow. Jai winced as the blows flew into her, 2, maybe 3 per second, elbows pistoning to make the assault sound like a cement mixer in operation. The assault lasted 30 full seconds before she pushed him off at the shoulders, wiggling her long midsection at him like a striptease artist.

"Try again?"

He crashed into her once more, a moved designed to wind her before his fist smacked into her stomach and ribs. But the pace of his punches were slower, his mouth open. She waved her arms above, goading him on. On indeed he went, but it was now like hitting a telephone pole, and a full minute later, he backed off, breathing heavily through his mouth.

"Ok, now for some sparring".

Derek realised the difference - she had hit the weights hard, and had taken lessons. He flicked out a few jabs, all of which she slipped, until his second wind arrived. He feinted a left, causing her to crouch to her left. He was satisfied to note she had not learned that much as he threw the fastest right cross at her new position. It sailed over her head. 'There was no way he could have missed at that range', he thought, but the thought was short-lived, replaced by wonderment at the speed of her counterpunch, at how much it hurt through his headgear, but mostly, at his new position on his back. This was impossible. He heard French, and realised it was coming from her.

"Un. Deux. Trois". Jai felt himself getting hard, amazingly.

He got up as quickly as he could, but the daze was there. He suddenly felt a jolt of fear...her bouncing up and down on her toes reminded him of the kangaroo, their mythical invincibility as boxers who had killed Outback adventurers who tried their pugilistic skills, but he thrust the thought out. She was just a girl, just an ex-student, and he charged. He threw uppercut after roundhouse after hook, all the while she goaded him.

"The first thing you must remember is attention. You told me that. And you, Jai, you need to be paying attention to the fight, which you can't do with an erection", she grinned, looking down at his burgeoning manhood.

He swallowed...was this his girlfriend?? Had some alien being inhabited her mind?

Derek threw hard, and fast, and for a time, she simply kept her guard up, allowing some punches to land on her torso, arms and gloves. She then extended the free pass, dropped her guard, inviting him to swing - he did. His fist hit nothing but her pigtail, dangling from a head that, for some insane reason, just WAS there a millisecond ago - and now, what felt like a millisecond later, WASN'T. She jumped up and down, on the balls of her feet, jiggling her stupendous breasts in Dereks view. He looked nowhere else.

"You see dear gentlemen, you learn nothing by staring at girls anatomy's apart from biology." She maneovred her lumbering opponent to midway to where her boyfriend stood, and glanced down lovingly at the latter, satisfied to see he was now at full mast. "If you spent less time staring at my ass, Jai", still dodging incoming fire, "And YOU spend less gawping at my tits, mon cher professeur"...she looked back down to wink at me...."You'd see what was coming to you both. CATCH!!!!"

Waiting a couple of punches for him to throw a roundhouse or hook, he did, she crouched below it and sprang back up in under a tenth of a second, her fist rocketed up, catching Derek directly below his chin. The force of her uppercut lifted him erect, and witnesses saw his neck stretch 2". His mouthpiece flew out, he seemed to dangle motionless in mid-air, before crashing backward into the canvas with a resounding BOOOM. The bloody mouthpiece sailed another foot higher, and fell to Earth like it's previous owner. Unlike him, it came back up instantly, bouncing off Jai's skull. Just where she aimed it. He too fell, but to his knees, his erection gushing in his jeans.

She leaped out of the ring, screaming to Penny "Start the carrrr!", as half a dozen members broke into runs menacingly towards them. Landing directly in front of him, she flicked her finger onto the freshly dampened spot, licked it, and appreciatively mouthed "Told ya!" before grabbing his torso, hoisting him above while straightening up, and breaking into a run for the door in the same motion, as fluid as the emission her tongue flicked out for....

Penny, her real name Pam Stephenson, took advantage of the unfolding chaos to mutter quietly into a mic stiched into her collar,

"Phase 1 successful, prep for emergency ringfence + evac."

FIN