“It’s so different when it’s empty,” she calls out, her voice echoing through the room.
I’m at the control panel for the cameras and alarm systems, plugging through the data to see what’s not quite right. It’s an easy fix, one that doesn’t take more than five minutes. From the looks of it, the camera is running again.
“Hey Mila, do me a favor,” I tell her. “Go stand in front of the back door. The one where we came in.”
Mila trots off, and a second later, her figure pops up on the screen. Even in black and white, she’s gorgeous. She looks up at the camera and waves with a smile.
“Can you see me?” she calls out.
Hell yeah I can.
“I don’t know,” I call back. “It’s kind of blurry. Move around a little in front of the camera, and I’ll let you know.”
“Move around?” she asks.
“Yeah. Maybe do a little dance, you know?”
Mila laughs and then makes eye contact with the camera. Her gaze is sultry, and she blows a kiss. A smirk crawls across my lips.
Goddamn…
“I’ll do the best dance I know,” she calls over. And I cross my arms and bite my lip in anticipation.
She perks her chest forward and tightens her torso, making her ass look perfect. And then…she starts to floss. As in…the dance.
I surprise myself when I burst out laughing. She laughs too and jets away from the camera. When I come out from behind the control panel, she’s standing in the ring.
“What are you doing now?” I ask.
“Looking around. Seeing what you see.”
“Just imagine a roaring sea of people all judging you. Then a 230lb, solid muscle man comes at you hoping to send you home with less teeth than you came here with.
“Sounds scary,” she says as I join her in the ring.
“It’s alright,” I say.
“How do you know what to do?” she asks.
“Well for starters, I’ve been fighting since I was a teen. I did a lot of research before my first fight. Read every book I could get my hands on. Watched MMA and pro boxing. Even military training. Remember, I wasn’t the most strapping young lad. Iwanted to make sure the first time I entered the ring I was ready. I wasn’t looking to get my ass kicked by someone twice my size.”
“And did it help?” She asks, turning to look up at me.
“Not at all,” I say, and she bursts out laughing. “I got my ass kicked by someone twice my size. But I kept going back, working harder, and eventually, I wasn’t the little guy anymore. And I wasn’t getting my ass handed to me either.”
“Alright, so how do you do it?” she asks, and I look down at her.
“How do I do what?” I ask as Mila backs away from me, holding her fists up.
“How do you fight? Show me.”
For a moment, I just stare at her incredulously. “Are you serious?” I ask with a chuckle.
“Yeah! I wanna know how to fight. Show me the ropes, champ,” she says, hopping between both feet, and I literally spit out a laugh.
“Well, first, your posture is all wrong,” I say, stepping towards her. “And take off those ridiculous heels before you roll an ankle.”
Mila giggles and unbuckles her shoes, tossing them aside and losing about four inches. She puts her fists up, feisty as ever and ready to go.
