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Parent V. Teacher #2: Another 'Private Discussion'

Pt.II: What a fickle man you are!

Mike didn’t really comprehend the previous statement of the woman in front of him before his vision was blinded by a piece of cloth. He saw nothing but darkness, confused, he reached to remove it from his face, while trying to get an answer as to what just happened:

“Arppgh!! What the heck was th-Pllargh!!?”

Upon removing the cloth, Mike’s vision was clear again. However, the first thing he sees is a fist coming his way, striking him right on the nose. Reeling from the attack, Mike held his nose, covering his face again and bending over.

Also bending forward was Miss Dobbins, whose hands were resting down on her thighs as she examined Mike’s face, seeing him have a bit of watery eyes, which was a reaction his body had to getting hit point-blank on the nose–not from his pain, though he was still hurt.

Despite knowing full-well why, Miss still wanted to antagonize her opponent for unintentionally embarrassing her. Looking down at him, she let out a soft cackle and cute smile, satisfied at her first attack in their fight.

“What’s the matter, crybaby? Can’t take a hit?” Miss Dobbins said with a mocking tone and pouty expression.

Mike looked in anger at Miss Dobbin’s remarks, but his vision went down to her chest, which he had full-view on due to her posture. He removed his hands, and while looking at Miss’s chest, his nose dripped a sliver of blood.

Miss was surprised, yet still calm at seeing her opponent already drawing blood, then she followed Mike’s vision and saw what he was seeing.

Embarrassed, she winds up to strike him again. “H-hey, my eyes are up here!” She lowers down and strikes him across his face, making him turn his vision away from her near-exposed breasts, and onto the floor beneath.

Mike puts his hands down, shakes his head, and begins lifting himself off the ground. It hadn’t been a minute and Miss Dobbins was already getting control. He looks up and sees his opponent, noticing she has a smear of blood on her knuckle she used to smack him. She notices it too, and looking directly at Mike, brings it closer to her face, sticking her tongue and licks it across her lips, after which she makes a very seductive sound of satisfaction: “Mmmmmm~” She smiled.

Feeling some deja vu, Mike noticed she seemed to get some sort of high off it, getting on one knee and looking up at her. “Are you a vampire or something?” He remarked.

Moving the hair off her face and raising her eyebrows, Miss Dobbins lifted her arm towards Mike and told him with her hand motions to “Bring it”.

Smirking Mike shook his head and got up on two feet again. Miss Dobbins was standing at an angle to show off her thick hips, she fixed her posture and raised two fists; Mike oblogued. The two officially squaring-off on each other.

The fight truly begins; Mike goes for a strike, attempting to relaitate from the previous sucker punch–It misses, Miss Dobbins able to move her body to avoid it.

Determined, Mike attempts to land another hit, but is again foiled with Dobbins again successful dodge. Miss Dobbins smiles in reaction to avoiding both of his strikes, looking at Mike’s rising frustrations.

Looking to enhance his frustration, Dobbins rushes into Mike’s personal space and decks him across the face once again, then quickly escaping away from his versatile and avoiding his reactionary punch, laughing as she does so. Mike shakes his head after being struck with another hit, staring at Miss Dobbin’s smug look, and she mockingly winks at him.

Raising his fists to block his face, Mike makes the quick decision to rush into Miss Dobbins personal space to attack. Surprised by this, Dobbins immediately went into attack mode, striking him with shots to the front, sides, and gut, most of which landed, but weight was dimmed due to his blocking. Mike is just waiting for an opening.

Then it pops up.

Miss Dobbins finally hits a really weak-feeling hit to his side, again due to his defense. Giving Mike the chance to grab her forearm as she tries to bring it back to her, then as she is not able to move away, pulls her in and hits her right in the gut, causing her to cough and gag in reflex, which was followed with Mike hitting an uppercut on her, whipping her head up to face the ceiling as she begins to stumble backwards, stunned.

Unfortunately for her, Mike decided to make the risky decision as to not release her from his grip, instead deciding to land one more attack on her as she is stunned, this time pulling her towards him. “Get over here!” He shouted, bringing her within his personal space, and right when she was close enough, releasing her from his grip, and struck her directly in the chest.

Dobbins forcibly was pushed back from the attack, bending forward as she held her chest trying to catch her breath, her eyes widened. She looked up at Mike, who’s fist he used still up, brought it closer to his face, and smelling it, as it had just previously made contact with her breasts, smiling.

Finally catching her breath, Miss fixed her posture, still looking stoically at Mike, making a point to fix her cleavage as she did so. “You sure have improved, Mr. Reynolds.”

Mike shrugged the compliment off. “Yeah, well, I do my best to impress!” The two began circling each other like sharks. “Just know this: I trained my but off ever since our last encounter. So expect yourself to be the one taking a nap on this floor this time around!” Mike proclaimed, popping his neck.

Miss Dobbins took light of his threats. “Many men have promised that, Mr. Reynolds, and none have ever lived up to their claims. Back up your words with your fists, Mr. Reynolds; Don’t disappoint me.” Ms. Dobbins moved up and down her shoulders, popping both. “And show me a good time!”

“With pleasure!~” he said with a grin, rushing in afterwards.

The two collided fists, both striking the other across the face, yet whipping back to face each other with fiery intent. Mike raised his fist and sent one to her face, Miss Dobbins moving a millisecond away, then again the other direction with Mike’s follow-up punch. She goes below and jabs him right in the gut, causing a grunt. She tries to back away to safety, but is given a left hook for her troubles, turning her neck away from him. She turns back to look at him, but is met with a right hook this time around, turning her the opposite way. Desperate, she goes for a liver shot, quickly turning and attempting to strike as quickly as possible, but her attack was prevented, Mike able to catch her fist before she could strike successfully. The two made eye-contact for a second, then was broken when Mike countered with his own liver shot.

Miss Dobbins groaned in pain, her hand resting on Mike’s shoulder, Mike taking advantage, grabbing it, bending her down even more, putting her in an arm hold. He began cranking her arm, causing her to scream in agony. She looked up at him with anger, yet still a pained expression, almost pleading him to stop.

Mike smiled. “What’s the matter? Can’t handle a little hold?” He said, cranking her arm even more. He looked over, and noticed her breasts sagging a bit due to her position.

Fighting through the pain, Miss Dobbins looked back up, shaking her head, and reached out and hit Mike with a body shot, causing him to loosen his hold on her a bit. This was enough for her to forcibly fight out of it, striking him again, then removing her arm, followed by a shoulder tackle to his now-crouched position, causing him to fall over.

Mike collides on the tables pushed to the side of the room, shoulder-first. He places his back on it, holding his shoulder, looking at Miss Dobbins, who at this point, was staring angrily at him, holding her shoulder likewise.

Mike smirked, knowing she did not expect him to study grapples during their time apart. He knew that was one edge he had on his side, as for the other edge…

Mike glanced down at Miss Dobbins, noticing her long skirted dress she had on. She looked drop-dead gorgeous wearing it, but Mike began realizing one manufacturing flaw the dress had on her, at least with the way she is going to be moving around this fight.

Looking to test his theory, Mike uses the tables behind him to help himself up, still staring right at Miss Dobbins, then takes his attention to the chair that was inserted into the desk he just hit. Thinking quickly, he reaches down and grabs the chair.

“Here. Take a seat!” Mike yelled.

Miss Dobbin’s expression from anger turned to confusion, to alarmed, when her opponent in front of her goes and tosses a chair the students use at her. She tries her best to avoid it, but can’t for some reason, a good part of her lower-half being hit with the chair Mike just threw. She holds her thigh as she stares in pain at Mike, who to her horror, had swiftly made his way to her side, landing a hook to her face, knocking her back and away from him, she now resting on the tables.

Breathing heavily, and wondering what the heck he’s plotting, Miss Dobbins turns around to get off the tables, only to be pushed back onto them by Mike, using his body to hold her down on the tables, her backside hitting and remaining on the curb. She is contourted backwards, her upper body now laying on top of the tables, Mike now on top of her, smiling.

Miss Dobbins, gritting her teeth, snarled up at Mike, who is using his weight to keep her in that table, messing her back up. She tries lifting her head up at him, but is pushed down on the table and held down with one of Mike’s forearms.“Easy, girl!~” Mike said mockingly.

Mike looked up and down Miss Dobbins, making a point to stare at her revealing chest. He finally meets her eyes, smiling, realizing more and more her weakness right now. He raises his fist and strikes her in the gut, backing away and off her, giving her room to care for herself, while he begins readying up.

Dobbins, confused, and more angry than anything, looks back up at Mike, wondering what’s he so smug about. Her anger reaches new levels when she sees him motioning to her this time to “Bring it”.

Boiling, Miss reaches over and throws a hook, which misses wildly, Mike keeping his distance. Mike begins to pounce back and forth, preparing himself to move again. She tries for another strike, but isn’t quick or close enough to hit him. After a few more attempts, Miss Dobbins growing more frustrated, stops. “Come on, you big baby!! Too scared to get hit all of a sudden??!” She yells out in frustration.

Mike, still smiling, raises his eyebrows. “Oh really? You want me to get closer, huh?” He said excitedly.

Following this, Mike begins making his way to Dobbins, Miss getting into position, but notably looking more cautious than usual. Then, to add to his growing mind games, Mike rushes in at first to Miss Dobbin’s personal space, then rewinding back to his safezone, in the process, making Miss Dobbins jumped back in response to his supposed oncoming attack.

Seeing her reaction, Mike cockily grins, making Miss Dobbins grow more frustrated. He goes again for another fake-out, again making Miss Dobbins flinch in response. While doing so, Mike noticed again the downside to the dress Miss Dobbins had on. Which was proved again, when Mike goes for another supposed fake-out, except this time, he really does attack, hitting her with a body shot and jab, making her grunt away, slowly.

Mike, back again in his safe zone, just looks at Miss Dobbins, who is reeling from his attack. He stares, and finally speaks again:

“Hey, why aren’t you doing any kick moves?

This one question sends a shiver down Miss Dobbin’s spine. She didn’t think Mike was capable of noticing, but her long dress was limiting her movements, at least her more agile moves, restricting her from properly lifting up her legs for kicks, or moving around as quickly as she is used to. She hadn’t planned on fighting today, so she didn’t think to wear something more ‘loose’ or ‘restricted’ as the dress she had on. While her upper body was fine, with only thin spaghetti straps holding up her dress. It was her lower half which held the problem.

Miss Dobbins could only lower her head, grinning in response to her opponent's realization. “Impressive. I didn't think you were smart enough to notice.” She raised her fists again. “However, I hope you don’t think just because my movements are limited, it means it will be an easy win for you. You still have much you need to improve on, Mr. Reynolds!”

Mike smiled. “Yeah, maybe you’re right,”he lifted his feet and removed his shoes and socks, going bare-feet now. “But at least I know how to go about my attacks now!” He said confidently.

Miss Dobbins smiled. She was thinking right now, she knew she was restricted, and now knew Mike knew she was too. Unfortunately for him, he made a rookie mistake and revealed his plan of attack, which Miss Dobbins planned to make him pay for dearly. He indeed still had much to learn.

While thinking, she looked at Mike’s bare feet and realized how big they were. Her hormones got the better of her:

“(Aaaah!~ Men with big feet are said to have big di-OWw!)”

Her lost train of thought was also lost when Mike’s big feet crashed onto the side of one of her legs, making her wince in pain.

While he still wasn’t too great at leg attacks, Mike knew he just needed enough to make her nervous, widening his range of attacks he has on display, while she does not.

Moving in, Mike went back on the offensive, sending more and more sidekicks to Miss Dobbins, taking full advantage of her restricted movements.

Fighting through the pain, Miss Dobbins gained more and more rhythm on his movements, and when she sees a good opportunity to gain the upper hand, she’ll capitalize.

“(Just take a few more…wait for the perfect moment to take it…)”

Then, after multiple (unavoidable)shots to her legs, she finally gains the confidence to make a move, seeing where exactly he is aiming for on her leg…

NOW!

Right when Mike is about to land another strike to the side of her leg, Miss Dobbins reaches down and successfully catches his leg, hooking it under her closest arm to it, while using the other to clutch the fabric.

“Gotcha!”

“Whah?!!” Mike nearly tumbled backwards the second his footing was taken from him, staring back at Miss Dobbins, who was smiling ear-to-ear seeing him hop on one leg, whilst she was currently hooking him by the ankle.

She had more plans for him…

If he wants to do holds – then she’ll show him how it’s done!

Keeping her grip on his ankle, Miss Dobbins pulled him closer to her, causing this imbalance for Mike, making him lose balance and fall backwards, hitting the back of his head on the floor.

Miss Dobbins, still smiling, looked down at Mike, who was holding the back of his head. “Looks like I swept you off your feet! Right, Mr. Reynolds?” She said, in a sarcastic tone.

Mike groaned on the floor. “Urrgh! Looks that way..!”

Miss Dobbins, with her wavy bangs shadowing the side of her face, said in a more deeper, yet terrifyingly cheerful tone: “Well what do you think about this?”

Pulling the heel upwards next to her face, and using his foot like it was a steering wheel for his entire body, Dobbins used her strength to turn the dazed man (against his will)onto his frontside. Still owning his foot, Miss Dobbins began twisting his foot in the opposite direction, hooking him into an ankle lock.

From her angle, Miss Dobbins couldn’t see it, but Mike’s eyes looked to have nearly popped right out of their sockets the second she locked him in the submission. He immediately was in agonizing pain, feeling as if his foot was being forcibly removed from his leg. He began screaming, shaking his head, begging in his mind for her to let go.

However, Mike knew he couldn’t say that out loud, as that would count as giving up, submitting to her and losing again. His pride meant more to him than his well-being at that moment, so he began trying to fight her off, using his other leg to try and kick her off of him. But it was to no avail, Miss Dobbins was at an angle where his other foot couldn’t get a good hit on her, and any that did land, were not close enough to deal any real damage. Mike was moving his upper body in all sorts of ways, trying to figure out an out for him.

“How does it feel to be put in a submission now, Mr. Reynolds? Doesn’t feel too good, does it?” Miss Dobbins yelled.

Miss Dobbins on the other hand was in pure joy seeing this man in pain, scrambling all over trying to escape her grasp. But there was no way for him to get out of it, as the two were in dead-center of the empty space – nowhere for Mike to grab onto and aid him.

“Come on, Mr. Reynolds, you know you have nowhere to run! Willingly submit to me; this hold unfortunately won’t put you to sleep, so you’d best voluntarily give up – or you won’t be able to walk properly for a week at best!!!” Dobbins, seeing Mike not budge, put more pressure on his ankle, causing a shriek in pain for Mike.

Dobbin’s eyes lit up, as she then saw one of Mike’s hands reach out, as if he was about to tap out, deciding the winner of this bout. However, Mike relented, pulling his hand back, balling it into a fist, then BITING his fist, as to stop himself from giving up.

“(Come on, Mr. Reynolds; Tap out!!!)”

Miss Dobbins was no longer smiling, now frowning as she still applied the hold to Mike, who was still in pain. She then looked in amazement as Mike began helind himself up off the ground using his palms, shaking his head, gritting his teeth, and continuously screaming in the air. She had never seen such fighting spirit from anyone – not even from him in their last encounter.

But then, caught in her amazement of his masculinity, Miss Dobbins failed to prevent Mike from being high enough to roll forward, using his body weight and momentum to cause Miss Dobbins to trip forward in his direction.

“Wooaha?!” She yelled out, attempting to catch herself, but unfortunately, her wardrobe for that day came back to bite her in the ass, as her feet got snagged in her long skirt, causing her to stumble forward uncontrollably, hearing a tear of fabric as she did so.

“(Shit.)”

A loud clunk and thud echoed across the room, Miss Dobbin’s body collapsing to its side after her head seemingly fell directly onto the edge of the tables.

Mike was now on his bum after rolling out of her submission, now clutching his foot that she had grasp of. He looked at Miss Dobbin’s still body, her frontside staring away from him.

Mike could finally catch a breather. “Phew!~ Can’t believe that worked!”

He was almost willing to scoot a bit over and tap her ass with his foot – just to see if she was still awake.(!)

Before he could decide what action to take next, he then heard a groan escape her mouth and saw movement.

He knew it wouldn’t be that easy defeating her…

Miss Dobbins, still groaning from the hit she took, slowly crawled up the table she just smacked her face on. Mike noticed she was clutching a specific part of her face with one of her hands – he then saw why she was…

Now half on her feet, with her upper body hovering the tables, Miss Dobbins turned to face Mike, removing her hand from her face, to reveal a bloody nose!

Mike could tell Miss Dobbins was not at all pleasant with her nose being bashed over the curve of a table, her face giving him a dirty look as her mouth gaped open. She reached over and touched some of the blood escaping her nose, then looking at the bits of blood now dripping off her fingers.

Mike was now the one smiling. “What’s the matter, crybaby? Can’t take a hit?” He said in a condescending tone, looking up at her.

Ms. Dobbins continued to glare down at Mike, who was still sitting up on the floor. She then nodded her head, breaking out a sadistic grin, her eyes getting into a sort of trance, the lids now slanted, like she all of a sudden has lazy eyes now. Her eyes could barely be seen as is now, since while she nodded her head, reached to the back and removed the pin keeping her hair up, letting it fall down, making the longer bangs now nearly cover the top-half of her face, her eyes now barely visible.

Her body language now feels different than before. She looks as if she isn’t thinking straight now, as she mindlessly rushes over to her sitting-opponent with red in her eyes, like she's a different person…

However, her lost train of thought would… be lost again(?) Mike's quick actions, using his position to step on Miss Dobbin’s skirt that was touching the floor, caused her to again lose her footing from her dress, again tumbling forward and face-planting on the canvas.

Almost immediately after colliding her face on the floor, Miss Dobbin’s head snapped right back up, almost as if she was snapped back to reality. Her eyes were widened, and her hair being removed from her face so she could clearly see again. She was catching her breath again, like she was holding it in for a minute. She then looked over at Mike, who she was now side-by-side with, the two sitting up on the floor, staring at each other.

Miss Dobbins began fumbling her words, attempting to explain to Mike what just occurred. “M-Mr. Reynolds!! That was…- I-I just-Argh!!” Her explanation was halted when Mike tossed his shirt he just took off and threw right in her face, blinding her, which made her not able to see him seize the opportunity, reaching over and wrapping his arms around her waist, then moving his body over and around the other side of her, making her then be whipped in a twirl and smack to his side, right back on the floor. Mike being able to do a wrestling roll on her.

The two sat up on the floor, this time Mike behind Miss Dobbins, still hooking his arms around her midsection, as she attempted to fight out of it and explain, “Mr. Reynolds! Please allow me to ex-!!” but her explanation was again halted with his sudden squeeze of her body, causing a great deal of pain.

Miss Dobbins was hearing Mike’s voice coming from the back of her. “You left yourself vulnerable, Ms. Dobbins! You should’ve capitalized when we were right next to each other, rather than babble on about why you lost your footing like a ditz!”

Miss Dobbins realized then that Mike didn’t notice her sudden change of character at that brief moment.

She had a sudden relief, but that relief was brief, as her midsection was squeezed tight by Mike’s big arms. She had to get her back in the game if she looked to win.

However, Mike wasn’t making it easy for her, as his new range of skills left Dobbins grasping at straws, wondering how she could get out of Mike’s improvised belly-to-back bearhug.

Trying to use her own strength, since hers and Mike’s were about on par, she had hoped if she could fight out by forcibly prying his hook on her. But while she had begun to remove a bit of pressure from her opponent’s hold on her, she was then whipped backwards, rotating back onto the pavement, Mike cleverly doing another roll to shake off her grip on him.

This went on for numerous times, where every time Miss Dobbins was about to regain her body, Mike would just roll both of them around and shake her grasp off.

Miss Dobbins could feel her gut grow tighter the longer the hold went on. She had to figure a way out.

Meanwhile, Mike was enjoying being so close to the backside of Miss Dobbin’s curvy body, coming to contact with her backside. He could smell the perfume off her body, his arms that he wrapped around her gut were just below her breasts, still being held up with the lacing window, which was getting a bit more undone as the fight went along. Speaking of lacing, one of the spaghetti straps resting on her exposed shoulders were now to the side of her shoulder due to the restfulness of their encounter, which for some reason, made Mike more…excited.

Can’t seem to help himself, Mike rested his head on one of Miss Dobbin’s exposed shoulders. He turned his head to speak right into her ear, now whispering, “Damn Ms. Dobbins, how the heck am I so lucky to be in such a position with such a 10/10 like yourself?~” He went over and pressed his face into her hair, taking a big whiff of it, smelling her shampoo.

It was then Miss Dobbins knew how she was getting out of this…

Tilting her head up, Miss Dobbins began talking in the same hushed tone as Mike’s, as she then, instead of using her hands to forcibly remove his grip from her body, was now using them to caress and rub his grip with her soft hands. “I’m not quite sure myself, Mr. Reynolds? I’m wondering the same thing with how I’m lucky enough to be in a situation where such a big, strong man is holding me like this!”

Miss Dobbins wasn’t exactly lying either, she was really enjoying being in this position with such a capable, masculine, man. However, she still had in the back of her mind, plans for winning, she just needed to goat him for just a bit longer.

The two had slowly made it to their feet, off the ground, and still in an intimate moment in the middle of their brawl.

“I’m sorry I have to do this to such a doll like yourself.~” Mike whispered, squeezing a bit harder on his hold on her.

Miss Dobbin’s face grouched, she still had to influence him into easing on the hold. She groaned, then immediately let out a weak laugh, her face still away from his, as she continued to stare at the ceiling. “Haha, yet you still continue to whisper sweet-nothings into my ear! My, what a fickle man you are!~ Mmph!~”

Adding to her plan, Miss Dobbins began rubbing her ass back to Mike, where his groin was located behind her. She did so gently yet suggestively, enough that she knew it was working, as she felt something slowly harden behind her.

The two now slowly moved side to side, looking like they were slow-dancing to a song at a dance.

She groped her hands on his, gently tugging them upwards. “You know, you’re in a position to touch them? You know that, right?”

Mike knew exactly what she was insinuating, her chest on full-view of him, most bare.

“Hehe, of course I know that.~”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“You.”

Miss Dobbins chuckled through the pain, she rested her head onto the side of Mike’s, letting him smell her hair, and let some tickle him. She almost had him…

“Me? As you can tell: I am defenseless! I am at your mercy.~ I can see the writing on the wall – you are about to defeat me!~ You can make me submit willingly, or make me pass out?~” She nudged a bit more harder on Mike’s arms, hinting for him to grope her.

Mike was hesitant, for good reason. However, his hormones were getting the better of him, and he was beginning to think more with his body than with his mind. “Huh? Really? You think so?”

His hands were now fidgeting more and more, he was so tempted to go over and make out with the woman he was holding, however he could not, due to their promise. However, she never said anything about just a touch…

“I would want nothing better than a muscular man like you to squeeze the lights out of me, after having your way with my body!~ Out of all the men I’ve met, you are most deserving!” Miss Dobbins moaned out, saying whatever she can to have him cave in for just a moment. She was not lying entirely however, as she was a fighter, but still a woman, and having a strong, shirtless man pressing against her, feeling his dick through his fabric was still very tempting for her as well, but she still had enough self-control to not cave in all the way herself, as to not ruin her plans. The question now was if Mister Reynolds had the same self-control?

He did not.

Try as he might, Mike could not fight his urges, his mind losing over his body, his hands, seemingly on their own, removing their grip on her lower body and up to her chest, groping them like before, Miss Dobbins immediately feeling relief in her body, then moaning in response to Mike’s advances.

Mike was breathing heavily as he continued to grope intensively, Miss Dobbins twisting and turning her body up against Mike’s which only fuled him into groping her even more.

“MMMPH~! MR. REYNOLDS?!~”

Mike only lessened the groping because his arms had gotten tired, still moving them up and down gently, still causing the two to get turned on.

They then turned over and looked into each other’s eyes, both hearing the other’s soft breath. Mike was completely thinking with his body, completely forgetting their promise.

“Miss Dobbins…!” Mike whispered to her. With both his hands still having a hold on her breasts, he shut his eyes and slowly approached her lips with his.

Miss Dobbins remains there, staring at this man about to kiss her. Oh how she wished they weren’t in the middle of a fight right now.

For a second, Mike thought he just kissed Miss Dobbin’s lips, touching a piece of flesh with his lips. However, she could tell immediately after it was not with her lips – it was with her finger, she lifted her hand up and stopped his lips with her index finger from kissing her.

“Ta! Ta! Ta! Our promise, remember?~” was what Mike heard Miss Dobbins say through her luscious lips he was about to touch, spoken in such a seductive, soft tone. But the context which brought him back to reality, and realizing that trap she just snared him in.

“Oh cra-!”

Mike wasn’t able to finish his curse, as Miss Dobbins had capitalized on Mike’s defenses open, whipping her elbow back to crash right into his face, making Mike lose his hold on Miss Dobbins, finally.


Mike’s head was knocked back, he forced it straightforwardly to look at his for sure incoming attack from Miss Dobbins. But he was too late, as Miss Dobbins had already sent a left hook, followed immediately by a right hook, smacking Mike and stunning him for a prolonged period of time.

Miss Dobbins readied for another attack, seeing Mike stumble on his feet, looking dazed. She was running the options of attacks she had through her head, trying to think of one one that’ll for sure put him away for good. Then, she picked a move that she could use, however it is also one she needed to perfectly execute, or else the fight would not end there.

Seeing Mike about to shake off his stunned effect, Miss Dobbins winded back, securing her stance, then finally tilted her whole body backwards, having it arched at an 90 degree angle, standing on one leg, for her to lift her other leg up high enough to strike Mike with a hook kick, hitting him with her foot.

“Heee-YAH!”

“GAAH!!” Mike let out a pained shriek that echoed the room, the weight and velocity of the attack lifting Mike’s body off its feet, falling back down on top of the tables, causing a collection of shuffled tables, screeching by their feet, rang throughout the classroom.

The amount of power it took for Miss Dobbins to execute that attack caused her to stumble to the floor backwards, now on her knees that were covered with her long skirt. She severely underestimated the amount of power lessened and difficulty her dress caused her to land that (presumably) final blow. She just hoped it was enough to take Mike out of the fight.

She looked up at Mike’s body, she couldn’t see his face from her position, as his body was facing up at the ceiling, with the only part not laying on the tabletops were his legs, which were dangling off the edge, swaying.

With his at-the-moment lack of movement, Miss Dobbins just presumed she had beaten Mike once again.

Adjusting the topside of her dress, which was loosened up from the chaotic movements, Miss Dobbins dusted herself off, making her way towards Mike’s still body laying on the tables.

“How’d that feel, sexy?

Now standing over him, Miss Dobbins reached down and used both hands to grab Mike’s ragdoll body and pull him up to face her. His neck was hanging to the side, his eyes shut, and mouth gaped.

She heard him breath very subtly, indicating he was still somewhat conscious. Looking to double-tap, Miss Dobbins raised one of her arms, balling her fist, readying to strike him one more time to completely defeat him.

“Say goodnight.” She ordered to him.

However, before she could reach over and decisively finish him, her face was smashed in with his forehead, Mike very quickly executing a headbutt before she could even blink.

“Gargh!?” Miss Dobbins made the fist she was about to use to knock Mike silly and pressed it to hold the area Mike had just smacked with his head. This was a big mistake, as Mike then saw his chance to deal some damage to her, this time reaching HIS hand out and grabbing her by the hair, giving her an uppercut, causing her to stumble backwards a step, stunned.

Mike, now fully-aware of his situation, smiled as he knew she had walked right into his little trap, as he played possum the same way she had done at one point in their previous encounter. “It felt really good, Ms. Dobbins.~” Mike said, answering Miss Dobbin’s previous question by kicking him off his feet. Or at least, that’s what Mike wanted her to think, as her kick actually damaged Mike quite a bit, as he had not expected, nor braced his body to take a hit like that. He managed to jump back a bit to avoid or nullify some of the kick, which also took into account her fallbacks that were caused by her choice of clothing.

However, even with all her handicaps she had and preventions Mike put, her kick, not even landing where she intended, hitting him sort of in the chest, still took the wind out of Mike. He definitely had to watch out for her kicks, especially the charging ones.

Despite that, she should also watch out for his kicks too…

“Tell me how this feels while you’re at it!” Mike said before lifting his knees towards his chest, holding his body up for a millisecond, before performing a double-thrust kick right to Miss Dobbins, sending both of his legs and pushing his feet to collide onto her chest, pushing her back.

A loud thud came from the impact, Miss Dobbin’s yelping from the shot, her body being sent backwards, crashing to the other side of the room, her back colliding with the other set of tables. She slid down to the floor, only managing to remain somewhat on her feet by holding herself up with one arm resting on the tables behind her. She breathed heavily trying to catch it, while staring daggers at Mike, who he himself was trying to recover himself after landing that attack.

Miss Dobbins tilted her head up at Mike. “Felt pretty hard. But it could’ve used more energy behind it!” she said, raising herself up. In her head though, Miss Dobbins was equally impressed and concerned over how much more difficult Mike is to take down than he was in their last match. She couldn't help but grin however, as it makes for a more of a challenge for her.

The two are now on opposite-ends of the classroom, both holding themselves up by the tables behind them. The two stared into each other’s eyes, breathing loud enough to hear the other’s, both glistening with sweat over their bare skin, hair messed up damages showing across their figures. Both in their minds couldn't gloss over how physically attractive the other looked at that moment, but both knew they had to resist their urges if they looked to score a victory.

Mike was thinking about just how much of a beast Miss Dobbins was. She wasn’t undefeated in fights for nothing. She managed to tank that kick of his just then, which he admits was not too impactful as he’d hoped, as he did not strengthen his legs or even train that particular move. Even still, she seemed to still have enough in the tank to go on longer, while Mike was contemplating what other strategies to break out, while feeling his body begin to wain the longer the fight unfolds, which had begun to be longer than their previous encounter. But was it all enough for him to overcome Miss Dobbins? Mike felt he has a better shot at defeating Miss Dobbins now than he did in their last fight, but knew that he had to figure out a way to finish the fight quickly, or he was for sure fated to be laid out on the floor again. If he could just find more ways to utilize her handicap…

Miss Dobbins was thinking about how much Mike has improved so much since their last encounter, learning up on different techniques and strategies, while bettering his previous skills, making his attacks deal more damage, while toughening through the pain more than before. He has become a more capable fighter, and more competitive challenger. But was he refined enough to defeat her this time? She felt while he did grow and improve quite a bit, there were still some spots in him that lacked enough to where she still felt she had some sort of good chance at defeating him down again, if she could just figure out the defining factor…

Just then, Miss Dobbins looked down at her body, and noticed something about her dress that made her want to scream, while at the same time giving her an idea:

Down at the skirt part of her dress, Miss Dobbins realized that she had a big tear from her thigh-area all the way to the bottom. It must’ve been caused due to their intense moving and physical interactions. She could definitely remember at points in their fight that she heard tearing of fabric somewhere, but never would have suspected it would be this bad.

“(DAMN! I just bought this the other day!!!--)” Miss Dobbins was screaming in her head, but then realized at the same time that this could be the breakthrough she needs to get a “leg” in this fight.

Much to Mike’s shock, Miss Dobbins bent over and reached her hand and grabbed a part of her dress, proceeding to then move her hand around her waist with such force, it began making a bigger tear in her dress than before, which he had just noticed. She continued going all the way around her body, until the tears finally reached all the way back to the start, Miss Dobbins crazily removing most of the skirt part of her dress.

“What the-Are you crazy?!” Mike shouted, appalled at his competitor’s actions. He then realized as he said it why she did so.

The whole time in their fight, Miss Dobbin’s has been restricted in her movements due to the inconvenience of her wardrobe, giving Mike multiple shots to capitalize. However, as soon as Miss Dobbins removed the majority of the lower-half of her dress, she freed her legs from the confines of her tough, long skirt, at the cost of ruining her dress forever. Miss Dobbins at that very moment didn’t care, as she made that sacrifice because she wanted to defeat Mike at all cost, doing whatever it took to gain some sort of advantage, even if it meant destroying her clothing.

Miss Dobbins, smiling as she glanced at Mike’s expression, took a look at her former skirt, then down to where she had ripped it off, her dress now down to just above her knees, the rest of her legs now bare, much like most of her upper-half.

“Enjoying the free strip, Mr. Reynolds?” Miss Dobbins said cheekily, while also knowing he knows full-well that his chances just went down a bit.

“Yeah! They look as slender and alluring as ever. Very inviting.” Mike said honestly, as he had not seen her legs this whole match, so the reveal reminded Mike just how enticing they were.

Miss Dobbins tilted her head, smiling. “Good! Because you’re going to be put to sleep in between them in just a few moments, like last time!” She said in an upbeat tone while threatening him.

Mike smiled forcibly. “That sounds tempting, but I think I’ll pass this time around?” Her comment snapping Mike back to reality of what his situation is, and what occurred last time. He took his bum off the tables and met Miss Dobbins at the center again.

Miss Dobbins adjusted her straps, cracking her limps and fixing her hair; Mike doing so as well.

The two readied themselves for the rest of their hard-hitting fight.


Hi guys! Thanks for reading another addition PVT! I had a nice time writing this and hope you enjoyed reading it.

I wanted to make sure I made it more competitive, giving Mike a more of a chance to beat Miss Dobbins than he did in his first encounter with her, him being a bit more aware of things he can exploit to his advantage and skills he picking up on, while still showing he's still got an uphill battle if he wants to beat a seasoned fighter. The both of them finding ways throughout their fight to get the upper hand over the other.

Next part will feature the rest of their match, as well as my announcement of another series I'll be doing from time to time, while also announcing another thing I'm doing
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Nice! Really well done fight sequence with both of them aware of each other's weakness and going full throttle from the get go. I also love the sarcastic quips that Dobbins ribs Mike with.

I will be honest, with Mike's increased battle prowess, I am hoping he might pull off a victory in this one to square it up 1-1 but he has an uphill battle against a more experienced opponent. Can't wait for the conclusion.
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!UPDATE Regarding story delay!
Hi guys, it's been a while since I last updated the story and it's completely on me for this one.

First off, I want to apologize for the long delay in between parts of the story. I sort of become my worst enemy when it comes to writing my stories, going long periods of time before updating or finishing the next part of the story. I'd say a big problem I got is I overthink it a lot and want the story to be the best it can be, focusing too much on the details and how it flows and coming up with the idea and layout of the story while not even writing a bit of the story itself.

In other words: I focus too much on planning the story than actually writing it.

Even when I do write, half the time, I end up completely rewriting whole pages or straight-up deleting them and redoing the story. I've already done that twice with this second installment.

It also doesn't help that I upload the story with each part I finish, when I think it be better from here on to finish it entirely on my off-time, then release it gradually with minor edits. This combined with my overthinking on details and refinement cause me to then lose interest over said-story I'm currently working on at the time. I can count on both hands the amount of stories I've cancelled that I worked on for months that I eventually lost interest in, burning myself of the story, then moving on the the next story I gain interest in, re-cycling the same thing with the previous story process.

Now with that being said, yes, I do still plan to finish this installment and cap the series off with another fight between both fighters at a later date, in the meantime and after which, I have plan several stories I'm developing, varying in range and tone. I will also be accepting and taking Commission from people afterwards, which I have a better track-record on than my own developed series.

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Real quick, I wanna apologize for the long hiatus on the continuation of PvT! For a more in-depth explanation and plans, read the notes at the very end. Without further ado, please enjoy the ending of our duo's second encounter!

Parent V. Teacher #2: Another 'Private Discussion'

Pt.III: You're Being Unfair Here!

Without another word, the two combatants walked towards the other, meeting in the middle.

Mike was the first to attack, not wanting Miss Dobbin’s newfound boost in strength being in use as he tries to prevent her from utilizing it, throwing a quick jab; which Dobbins blocked.

Mike wasn’t finished, immediately following up with two more quick jabs to her, trying his best to stop her from getting the chance to strike; which unfortunately, he couldn’t prevent.

After blocking both attacks, Miss Dobbins immediately went for a shot with his exposed rib cage, causing him to wince, then recover quickly to prevent any sign of weakness. She went for a straight jab, like him, being blocked from further damage. This was an illusion for her to side kick him with her now-free legs.

Mike groans again, feeling the pain in his leg, but having to keep his guard and focus on Dobbins, who was still dead-set on hurting him more. She went for a hook to his face, which Mike narrowly avoided, but couldn’t avoid another side kick from the other side, Dobbins turning her missed attack and using her momentum to still land a strike.

Mike looked up and grunted at Miss Dobbins, who was bounce-stepping around, keeping herself amped up for another attack, smiling as she did so. Keeping his guard up, Mike decided to not move in and try to attack her, instead choosing to keep his distance and try to relieve as much damage as possible from her.

Dobbins moved in, throwing a number of hooks and jabs, then fully-utilized her now-free legs, lifting them up to hook kick Mike to the side of his head; blocked. Then bouncing on one foot, then giving another hook kick on the other leg; also blocked, narrowly.

Still filled up with energy, Dobbins backs up a foot, spinning 360, sending a roundhouse kick to Mike’s body. Mike only narrowly avoided the full blow, throwing his forearms to shield his body, but the power of the kick caused him to slide back, stopping just before hitting the tables.

Even though he managed to block the attack, Mike still felt pain coming from his arms, where she had kicked. “(Damn! It’s like that reveal of her skirt made her level up or something!)”

Running through his game plan, Mike saw Dobbins extended leg she just used remain in place, her whole stance still from before. She stared directly at Mike, bringing her leg back to her, going back into normal position, slowly. Mike took a glance at her now-exposed legs. He had forgotten how sexy they were, his eyeballing only enhancing when she lifted her leg closer to herself, standing on one leg, as her panties underneath were on display just enough for him to see.

Dobbins, now smiling seeing Mike’s reaction, now gently rotated her leg down back to solid ground, making it to where he can see it.

“What are you doing, hiding over there? Too scared of getting kicked again?” Dobbins tilted her head, making a pouty face at Mike.

“No! I’m just preparing myself!” Mike shouted in denial.

Seeing his obvious concern of her, Dobbins gave a smug look to Mike, pressing her hands down to her now revealing thighs, and moving them up her body, till they reached her breasts, gently rubbing them, an obvious allude to his previous advances on her. All of this while still making eye-contact with Mike. “Come now, Mr. Reynolds – we both know you want to.~”

Crap. Why does she have to be so hot!?

Mike grinded his teeth, charging towards her with his fists balled up. He threw an overhead right, which she ducked to avoid, following with a low kick to his shins, which ached him. He quickly backpedaled, but was met with another left hook kick connecting to his ribs, which was also followed with an unexpected right hook from her fist hitting him across his face.

He stumbled to the big isolated table behind him and was essentially backed into a wall--er… table.

Shit! Where do I go!? Mike panicked where to go or how to counter Dobbins’ newfound speed and velocity. But his thought process was again cut short with Dobbins immediately rushing up to him with such quickness that he had no way to react fast enough to move, forced to stay put with Dobbins sending a roundhouse kick aimed at his head, Mike only barely managing to block it with his forearms but was forced to stay put in the same helpless position. The same goes for Dobbins immediately following that move up with another identical roundhouse kick, this time hopping to one foot and attempting to hit the other side of his head instead. Again, Mike just barely managed to move his forearms in place before she could really do some damage to him. However, the power of the kick and the last-second placement of his blocking meant Mike’s barely-enforced block made his body forcibly moved down to his side, he quickly tries to rise up and stand straight, but sees that the teacher had her next move already in motion, raising it up and about to perform an Ax Kick aiming at his noggin.

Shit!

Thinking on his feet, Mike rushed her as quick as he could, surprising even her, and diving onto her like a football player tackling a rival player who’s about to make a winning touchdown, crashing the two back onto the floor.

With his arms wrapped around her upper body and the lifted leg she was going to use to smash his brain, Mike clutched his grip and began applying pressure to his make-shift hold on her, attempting to weaken and slow down her sudden power-up like a noob player doing anything they can to avoid being hit by the other player in their awakened state.

Dobbins looked directly at Mike, face contorting due to the pressure he’s applying to her. Again, he’s using his newfound knowledge of grappling to give him a fighting chance against her.

However, there was one thing he didn’t take into account when doing so this late in the game and that is Dobbins, too, is no novice when it comes to grappling.

Seconds after the hold was applied, Dobbins lifted her unused leg up off the ground and used it to pull down her other leg extended up and wrapped it on Mike’s neck, immediately cutting off Mike’s circulation.

Mike’s eyes might as well have shot out of his sockets. The same hold that put him to sleep previously was now locked back in, and right when he thought he could take advantage.

Dobbins, early on in her debut into fighting, had to rely a lot on her body, not just for distracting men, but also working with the advantages that come with a woman’s body. Yes, while that did include temporarily seducing men, it also involved using the more-natural limberness in her limbs and flexibility that men's bodies simply aren’t made for – particularly in the legs, which became her calling card.

Overtime, Dobbins would adapt a more brawler-style of fighting, she could still, if pushed came to shove, show off some grappling of her own. It is also of note that she was only able to know all of a sudden due to her wardrobe now being restriction-free in all aspects, not chaining her legs down.

Dobbins smirked as she saw Mike’s reaction to being put in the same position that ended him last time. His face turned bright red as he struggled to find a way out. While he does have more energy left than previously in the hold, he still was lost on how he could escape/counter it.

Then, while being strangled in between a stunning woman’s slender, yet dangerous legs, an idea popped into Mike’s head.

Gathering his composure as much as one could having a woman’s legs wrapped around their neck, Mike stood a bit over Dobbins and pressed his weight and muscle down, which added compressed pressure onto Dobbin’s spine, causing a squeal. Still, the hold was still locked in.

Not content with having waiting contest over who’ll brake first – since he knows it will for sure be him – Mike amped himself up, before, with all his might, deadlift Dobbins off the ground as much as he could, by only a few inches off, and preparing to press back down, for a modified piledriver.

Dobbin’s eyes widened the second she realized the trouble she was in if she remained where she was. Thinking fast, she lets one of her legs off his neck and moves her upper body underneath and grabs one of Mike’s legs, causing the cancellation of the piledriver and Mike to tumble forward again, where Dobbins originally was.

Mike’s forehead smacked the floor, hard. He raised his head up, it was now shaking and his vision a little shaky as a result, but was able to see two ends of what looked like feet emerge from the sides of his vision. As he now felt a bit numb in the head-area after falling, he could still feel the sudden sensation of two thick, what felt like exposed skin clamps on opposite sides of his head/neck.

Dobbin’s thighs had made their way onto Mike’s head once again.

Dobbins, having looked back and seeing Mike’s head sway after hitting his head on the floor, quickly acted, turning her body over and on top of Mike’s with her body still facing down, but now opening up her legs wide, before hooking them again around Mike’s head, squeezing him once more, and applying a reverse headscissors.

Mike could again feel the pressure swarm around his head, now feeling hot again. He attempted to again force off the half-naked woman that was resting down on his back, but now in a position where he’s not even facing her, proved to be more difficult.

Remembering the advantages that come from him having a man’s body, Mike again built himself up again to try and power through like before. Pushing his hands down and bending his legs forward, Mike powered through and rose to his feet while having an adult woman on his back, with her currently squeezing his head.

Dobbins, seeing no way to continue the hold without again putting herself in danger, finally let go again and fell forwards onto the floor beneath her. She shakes her head upon crashing down. Looking behind her, seeing above Mike slowly get circulation back in his head, turned to see Dobbins on her stomach laying on the floor.

Stomping his way towards her, Dobbins stopped him right in his tracks with a swift back kick from the ground, which he quickly blocked. However, before he could bring down his arms to move again on the seemingly-defenseless Miss Dobbins, Mike found himself having to put his guard up again, as another kick came his way.

Then another. Then another. Then another.

Then enough equivalent to someone letting out a full-round on a semi-automatic rifle, Dobbins shooting plenty of kicks upwards at Mike, who’s poor forearms had to feel the brink of the impact. Her rejuvenation of adrenaline of her legs being freed still continues on.

This woman’s a machine!

After a multitude of feet clashing onto him, all combined with enough power to skid his body a couple of inches backwards by force, Mike felt more and more pain set on his forearms that were blocking his vital areas. Out of pure frustration, Mike forgets all logic in self-preservation and drops his guard, catching a few feet to the chest and face, and reaches out and grabs one of Dobbin’s feet before it could strike him again.

"!?!"

Running on fumes, Mike grabs her ankle with both hands and rotates both of them into the direction of the collected tables, roaring like a monster while doing so.

However, Dobbins was one too – maybe even more than that of a monster.

Seconds before the side of her body collides with the side of the tables, Dobbins uses her free leg and uses as much power as she could to push down on the ground and jump up, just about missing the sides and instead, tumbling on top of the tables.

Mike felt a concerning pull in his arms when dragging Dobbins like that. And with the result of which being for not, he cursed his way over to the teacher front-face on the tables.

“Oh come on! What the heck are you made of-!?” but Mike’s questioning was tampered with her bare foot almost reaching him that nearly knocked his head out if he hadn’t moved back in time.

Suddenly, and still with a bit of adrenaline to spare, Dobbins, now in a almost push-up position with the bottom-half of her body hanging off the tables, began swinging her legs backwards to attack Mike, her flexibility and dexterity again on display.

What was also on display, unbeknownst to Dobbins, was her full-baring of her lower-half which were currently swinging at Mike, who had no time to admire the sexiness of her legs, including her panties over her ass, which he could see full-view of due to her position on the tables and her now-revealing clothing.

Again having to duck and block against Dobbin’s dangerous legs, Mike felt his pain and patience again waning, with the consecutive kicks to keep him at bay from her reminding him of playing fighting games and your opponent constantly executing a move to keep you away from them.

Feeling a kick that pressed against his nose, Mike’s pressure gave in, and acted without a care.

“Screw this!!!”

Again forgetting to block, Mike rushed into the frontlines and grabbed again at once one of Dobbin's ankles, and pulled once more. But instead of rotating the both of them around, Mike instead took full-advantage of her position, and pulled back, causing her to face-plant on the tabletops. Dobbins head swayed similarly to Mike’s previously.

“!!?”

“Enough. With. The. Legs!!!”

Mike didn’t let go. Instead opting to get her ass off the tables and bring her down to the ground, a loud sound of table squeals echoing as Mike backpedaled while pulling Dobbins, eventually sliding her off the tables and face-planting again, this time on the floors.

“!!!!!”

Having let go of his grip on her ankle, which left a mark of his hands on her, Mike took a second to catch his breath. But only for a second. Immediately rushing in to beat on her some more, not taking time to gather strength or think of a strategy.

Dobbins rolled on her back and saw the man, who looked like a giant from her perspective, rushing her again. And again, this time facing up, Dobbins sends a kick towards him, this time aiming for his legs.

However, Mike scouted that move precisely, doing a jump that was just high enough to avoid the kick. Dobbins was shocked, but watched in horror as Mike's target landing spot for his jump – her body.

Having the weight of a full-grown man plant right into her stomach, caused Dobbins to groan in immense pain and cough profusely.

Having a solid landing pad, Mike stood over Dobbins, who was gasping, reeling from the immense pain she was in. He realized then that he had her right where he wanted her. In no position to use her legs properly and her momentum having come to a screeching halt, Dobbins was now defenseless.

Now finally having the upper-hand in this fight, Mike quickly acted on his urges to beat on Dobbins. Immediately, he forcibly pulls her up by the dress, exposing more of her bare-skin and breasts, causing a grunt from being pulled up by force, but nothing compared to the grunts when Mike repeatedly struck her in the ribs and stomach, the same area he jumped on.

With another well-placed strike to the stomach, Dobbins bent over, coughing out a clump of saliva in the process. She is forcibly pulled to then receive a solid punch to the face, causing her body to stumble back, and with his grip still on her dress, makes Mike nearly lose his footing and nearly collapse near her.

Still able to stay on his feet, and seeing Dobbins tired face look up at him, covered in sweat, with a heavy breath escaping her mouth, Mike still had a fire in his eyes. Reaching down, and pushing her hand that tried in a feeble attempt to stop him, Mike grabbed a handful of Dobbins’ hair by her scalp and walked back to the direction of the tables, hearing a moaning of pain from Dobbins behind him, which he ignored the cries of, as he dragged her along by the hair.

Reaching their destination, Mike bent over and grabbed Dobbin’s head with both hands, then, with all his strength, rammed the backside of her head against the side of the tables.

A huge clank rang throughout the classroom.

Dobbins sat against the side of the tables she had just had her head smashed against by Mike, but she was not able to move out of the way. Instead, Mike knew that would not be enough, so he bent over and got his grip again on her head, again ramming it against the side of the tables.

Mike’s eyes beamed out of sight of a bull aiming at its prey, like that smack at his nose awakened a barbaric side to Mike, one in which he had not known was there. This was what he felt radiating off Dobbins earlier in their fight, when her face smacked hard against the curb of the tables. He hadn’t thought much of it until now, but maybe this was the feeling she was having at that point.

For some reason he was thinking about all his frustrations, not just about this fight, but about today, and his current life. Working a 9-5 job as a manager at a store, dealing with annoying customers, disrespectful employees, rude bosses, and problems that are out of his control, yet still he has to take responsibility for. He thought about how the long drives home, dealing with the slow-moving traffic, endless red lights, and constant honking of the horns. He thought about his life at home, with boredom, nothing at all happening. Living a single life, only living with his daughter, with his wife not having been in their lives for who knows how long.

Everything. Everything had been weighing on him. Frustrating him. He had nothing to express his pent-up frustrations with life. No outlet for him to release his anger he hadn’t thought was there, until that very moment. Constantly biting his tongue, holding everything back. But at that moment, the very moment he entered that empty classroom, he finally could scream.

He could finally have an outlet for his frustrations, and the target of all his emotions was the teacher whose head he had a grip on still.

Mike saw red.

About five more times, Dobbin’s head was smacked against the side of the tables, each time her body reacting less and less with each blow. Over and over, the sound of a solid matter colliding with the metal/wood tables echoed in the room, where sound had no way of escaping to the outside world.

Clank. Clank. Clank! Clank!! CLANK!!!

After the aforementioned five consecutive slams against the table, Mike’s adrenaline had reached its peak, as he couldn’t keep himself standing on his feet as Dobbin’s near-motionless body flopping to its side, laying on the floor, with Mike collapsing near on top of her.

Mike began breathing heavily, just as much as Dobbins now, who was still just about conscious, her hair covering her face at this point.

Though his adrenaline left him, Mike’s red vision–his berserker-type mode–did not.

Laying above Dobbins, on his knees, Mike bent over and clasped his hands around the neck of her, staring her directly in the eyes, seeing her own eyes widen, as her circulation to her head was cut off.

Gagging and coughing, Dobbins reaches up and tries attacking Mike’s face to loosen his grip, but her moves are ineffective. She is also being overpowered by Mike’s body, now all his weight resting on top of Dobbins, giving her nowhere to go. The only thing she could do is try and pry at Mike’s wrists to pull them off her neck, and stare at his eyes.

Dobbins face contorted, struggling to breath, gasping as she stared in the eyes of the man above her as he choked the life out of her. She noticed his new behavior, as well as the look in his eyes.

That look. He’s… just like..!!!

Realizing the mode Mike was in, what he had just unlocked, caused a widening grin to form on Dobbin’s face, as she continued to stare at Mike as she was still being choked. Her grip strengthened around his wrists, but his hold still remains.

Seeing the expression on Dobbin’s face, considering her position, made Mike run a face of confusion, but immediately after, released a smile he was holding back that matched the same look Dobbins had on currently.

The two stared at each other with grins on their face while in the position they were in, both bodies half-exposed, sweating profusely, faces red, looking like they were both completely insane. Maybe they were after all.

After what felt like an eternity, Dobbin’s eyes began to roll back, her smile waning, and her grip loosening up. Saliva had begun to form around her mouth, her neck bending more backwards.

It was only then, sitting above, staring directly at her face, did Mike suddenly snap out of the crazed-trance he was in.

“!!! What the heck was I doing!?--” his sudden realization loosened his grip around Dobbin’s neck, allowing circulation to come back, resulting in a huge gasp of air from her mouth, eyes rolling back to the front, and survival mode kicking in.

With his sudden realization making his defense weak, Dobbins was able to wrap both feet around his legs, pressing both arms at his shoulders, and using both of their body weight to ram the side of Mike’s head against the tables this time.

A huge clank rang, this time Mike being the ram-ie.

“!!!”

Seeing her chance to escape, Dobbins rolled as quickly as she could away from Mike, rising up back to her feet. She noticed Mike on his knees, his head next to the tables. Amping herself up, she charges in and collides her knee at Mike’s head, causing his head to be sandwiched between her leg and the tables.

Mike collapsed to the floor again, this time Dobbins standing above him, reaching down, and grabbing his head, ramming it again against the table. But since the two had reached their energy gauge, the two fell back to the floor immediately afterwards.

Silence enveloped the room. Only gasps and heavy breathing break the silence.

The two fighter’s bodies now aching with pain, both showing the welts and bruises as a result of the clashing of each other’s. The once heart-pumping adrenaline rush the two felt a moment prior now escaping their bodies due to both now giving a second to relax their muscles.

After both feeling it much more comfortable to lay on the classroom floor, rather than stand, the two still began to move, crawling up against their body’s better judgments.

The two combatants practically dragged themselves up with support of the tables across the opposite sides of the classroom. The two stared holes in the other’s heads. Blood and sweat dripping and sliding off their heads. Hair sticking to their foreheads, having to be pushed back, revealing all the damage the other had done to them.

Mike’s body, bare with the former removal of his shirt, leaving only his shorts on, revealed the bruising and welts left on him from the kicks and punches of the woman standing across from him. His big chest and abs were able to absorb only so much of the damage, that which his face wasn’t so lucky on.

Miss Dobbin’s felt the strangle-mark around her neck, she looked down at her once long skirt, floral dress, now modified with the majority of said skirt being ripped away to give her a fighting chance, revealing her bare, slender legs. Her dress itself is slim around her waist, revealing her curbs. The dress itself was held together with spaghetti straps that had slid to the side of her shoulders, the straps around her chest being mostly undone, revealing most of her breasts, apart from the tips. Her entire upper-half and bottom-half being exposed, revealing the damage that Mike has been able to inflict onto her.

The two combatants continued to stare at another, waiting for the other to make a move.

After another moment of silence – the two smiled, charging in, exchanging blows.

Mike targeted her stomach, guarded by her abs to prevent long-lasting damage for the fight, but still hurting like a bitch.

Dobbins fought through the pain, answering with straight jabs to Mike’s face, which he initially didn’t defend against. But putting his guard back up, he slowly backed away with the velocity of her attacks forcing him to until she let up.

At the corner of his eye, he saw her sole angling towards his direction. He quickly darted his guard to his side to block the kick from contacting the side of his face. But one to not be deterred, Dobbins hopped on the other foot and gave an near-identical attack but on the other side, with Mike only able to just about block that attack.

But his balance knocked off, she twirled around like a ballerina and lifted her other foot to roundhouse kick his gut, forcing him to bounce his back against the tables. Angry, he smashed his hands on the face of the table seeing Dobbins keep her stance like a warrior. He rushed her with a huge right, which missed, but was farce for his hidden uppercut to her gut, which connected.

Now her backing away, Dobbins coughed out in pain, her eyes getting watery, looking up through teary-eyes to see a fist come her way, smacking her on the nose, swinging her head back. Looking up at the ceiling, Dobbins didn’t witness Mike rushing in and pulling her arms back towards him, hitting her on the nose again but with a headbutt, causing her nose to trickle blood.

Now trying to catch herself, Dobbins looked back to get a good look at her attack, but was met with another big move, this time a big right, which knocked her head back, making her body tumble to her side, bouncing on the whiteboard at the front of her classroom.

Her body aching, Dobbins lifted herself off the whiteboard, but was pushed back on it by Mike, who held her down with his grip, allowing him full-range to smack her over and over across the chest, stomach, and face, while Dobbins groaned louder with each punch.

But not finished yet, Dobbins managed to dodge a big hook to the face, ducking down and popping from behind Mike and giving him a receipt on that hook, swinging him back onto the whiteboard, with him now on the receiving end.

Punching him repeatedly into his exposed abs, Dobbins could tell he was tightening them up to nullify the damage. So growing more crafty, she targeted his legs – specifically, the one she had in a lock earlier in the fight, the redness of it catching her eye.

Focusing all her power in her foot, Dobbins felt herself being pulled back onto the board with Mike thinking he has her right where he wants her. She felt the onslaught of fists hit her on her ribcage and chest, each hurting more than the last. She fought through the pain, biting down on her lip to prevent her from passing out like Mike had intended.

Then, finally feeling as though she had enough power in it, she moved. Bending her leg up, she immediately sent it colliding down, smashing right on target, hearing a near-cracking noise.

Immediately, Mike’s eyes widened, with a loud, blood-curdling scream following. He stopped his fists from continuing to lay the smackdown on her stomach, which he couldn't see were badly bruised underneath her dress. Instead, he clutched at the spaghetti straps that held it all together, her bare nipples revealing themselves as a result, staring right at him as he walked in agony.

Unable to stand, Mike fell to his knees before Dobbins, who was busy compulsing herself after nearly collapsing herself from his merciless attack on her, leaning her back against the board so as to not fall.

His head leaning on one of her exposed, thick thighs, Mike clutched at his ankle, fighting back tears as he relaxed his head against his enemies cushion of thigh. Then, he felt a hand patted on the top of his head. He felt the softness of Dobbin’s hand grasp at his hair, pulling, tugging his head back to face up. He saw her tired expression, and even saw her up her cleavage to see her panties underneath her ripped dress. But that was not the end of it, with Dobbins now clutching tightly at Mike’s head, swinging her knee right into his face, knocking him backwards onto the floor beneath him, with his nose now trickling blood.
He felt his vision go all over the place, and body exceedingly grew weaker by the second. He didn’t know what was happening. Like his body got crushed from consuming a butt-load energy drinks.

“You’ve done well, Mr. Reynolds. But you made one miscalculation to defeat me,” Dobbins said, speaking down to the man fighting back pain beneath her. “Put simply: you’ve spent too much time in that state of yours–similar to mine–except your body hasn’t fully-adapted to using it that long. So when I was able to slow you down enough and manage to break a piece of you...” she nudged her foot underneath his chin, slowly raising his face up to look her in the eye, “--the rest of your body would crack!”

She wasn’t wrong. Mike could now barely move anything properly. His arms and legs felt like the energy had been zapped from them, and he could barely even feel his face. All he could feel were the welts, cuts and bruises all over his body, and the bare foot of the woman who dealt them all to him, currently lifting him up to finish the job.

Dobbins continued to raise his up by her foot, exposing her underwear underneath her ruined-skirt. She whipped the hair away from her face, smiling at the man she was about to finish off.

“My, my, you certainly put up a better fight than previously. But I’m afraid that ends here, sweetheart!” she exclaimed. Mike could barely see her, his vision going more distorted the more she spoke and the more he remained back on his feet. He could tell he couldn’t fight anymore. His body has reached past his limit, and she was going to put the exclamation point on the matter.

Still, he couldn’t help but hate this outcome. To be put away in such a matter. To be defeated once again by this woman. He had come so close, but unfortunately, he wasn’t ready just yet to defeat her decisively.

However, that didn’t mean he could take it lying down.

Removing her food from his chin, Dobbins angled her foot back, turning her form, readying to attack again. But unbeknownst to her, Mike was also ready to attack again as well.

Well, nothing left to lose! Right?

Clutching his fist tight one more time, Mike startled the teacher with a battle cry, then startled her even further with him reaching out to strike her up on her chin, uppercutting her with a loud thud as a result.

However, this seemingly infuriated Dobbins, fueling her attack even more, as she let out a cry of her own, launching her ready-set attack, giving a big right kick right across the face of his. But this wasn’t enough for her now, as she wanted to make sure he stayed down.

Raising her foot high up to the sky, above both of their heads, so high that Mike could see the curve of her buttcheek at the end of her leg, right alongside her panties. But her flashing him was the least of his concerns, as she slammed down the sole of her barefoot right at the top of his head like a judge slamming his mallet on a courtroom, ensuring order.

Mike’s body was sent a shock wave all the way from the top where the impact struck all the way down to his feet. He dropped to his knees, timbering backwards, crashing to the floor beneath him, out like a light.

Dobbins fixed her footing again, looking down at the man she just defeated once again. She could see he was definitely not getting up from that one, as he remained motionless on the floor, laying in all his shirtless glory.

After a minute to compose herself from another match, she finally spoke again. “Oof, I hope that last kick wasn’t too much! Otherwise, I could’ve killed you there!” She put her hands on her hips, looking all over her body, seeing her sundress completely ruined thanks to their fight. However, she didn’t care for that, but was instead satisfied to get all her urges and frustrations out on the man lying down right there. She’s been itching for a fight since their last encounter, and today she got to scratch.

Walking over to his body, Dobbins let out a little chuckle, admiring her work, while also reveling in another win to her resume. “You gave an excellent go at it, Mr. Reynolds! You really are shaping up to being a worthy challenge. Oh, if only you could’ve sealed the deal. Shame. But you still know how to show a woman a good time,” she positioned herself to being by his side, pushing his shoulder with her foot to get him on his backside so she could do what she’s done to all her fallen adversaries, putting her foot on their chest as a sign she conquered them. “Looks like you still got a long... way... to...?” but as she raised her foot, ready to plant it on his bare chest, a shock suddenly came onto her head. An enormous pile of pain seemingly made itself known to her consciousness. Nothing attacked her, but she felt like someone might as well have.

H-huh? What the– why am I suddenly...?

Dobbin’s mind was racing. And while she was wondering why she wasn’t in the right head-space all of a sudden, she did something she almost never did: stumble.

H-huh?!

Trying to catch her footing, Dobbin’s hadn’t yet realized it, but her body had finally reached it’s limit too.

N-no way! I’ve never felt this sensation before! Is this...me losing.....consciousness?

Indeed it was. And as Dobbins pondered through a now fading conscious, she realized what did her in:

Mr. Reynolds! That last wind of his, it really did all this?

Mike’s last shot may have been him going down with at least a final punch out, but it actually was enough to to make Dobbin’s body crash like his did.

Ms Dobbins fought with her all to catch her footing, but even she couldn’t prevent herself from falling down to her knees. Her head bobbled around as her eyes slowly faded as they took one last look at the man who did this to her:

“Mr. Reynolds...” she said in a hushed, tired tone, smiling, “Congrats on being the first man to do this to me...~!” before tumbling down to her side, right beside an already unconscious Mike, as she joined him, falling unconscious to a fight for the very first time, as the two fighters laid side-by-side in the empty classroom.

* * *

Even just barely conscious, Mike knew full well he had lost to Miss Dobbins once again. He could feel his back on the floor and his face staring up at the ceiling. His head felt as though a bump was going to form at the top of his noggin. The more his vision regained focus, so did his awareness of the position he was in, and who was next to him.

Unlike when he first lost to Dobbins, she wasn’t there to meet him staring down at him like before, confidently gloating her victory. But instead, she was lying right next to him while on her side, unconscious.

"What the…Miss Dobbins?" Mike wasn’t sure how to really react to the sexy adult woman laying in a teared-up dress who was the reason he was on the floor now laying next to him, sleeping. Did she fall asleep next to him to pass time until he woke up? He couldn’t exactly ask her that moment, but even still…

Did…I do this…?!

Mike remembered giving one last defiant strike that connected, but didn’t think did anything major to her. But looking at her posture on the floor, it didn’t look as if she eased into this posiition like someone willingly going to sleep. More so, as someone who was forced unconscious.

I… knocked her out!!! Mike started to giggle quietly to himself, about to congratulate this big achievement. However, he realized she had gone out AFTER she made him lose.

Shit. She definitely knocked my ass out before I did her, huh? As Mike looked at her state, he pondered how she actually went out. Probably a mixture of my attack and her relief of putting me out, that lost of adrenaline, like it did me, made her finally be put away.

Still, even if it wasn’t official in a fight, Mike, in a way, still did something most thought was impossible, himself included, that was knocking Dobbins out. He just wished he’d have stayed into the fight just a little longer to see it for himself.

However, he wasn’t entirely regretting it either, as of the moment he was the only one of the two conscious, meaning he was the only one to see Dobbins in all her glory right next to him.

She was a sleeping Beauty. He body was all contorted on it’s side, staring right at Mike on the floor. He curves let themselves be known, all out behind her ripped-up flower dress. Exposed hourglass legs lay bent. Her chest-region doing her no favors in concealing that rack of hers, as the fight had again undid her window lacing of the chest, making them more loose and sagging to the side. Her dress straps themselves hanged at the side of her shoulders, her arm lying on it’s back all the way down to resting on her big ass, while her other arm laid on the floor next to her face.

Speaking of her face, her long dark hair was covering her face almost entirely, with only her alluring red lips being seen behind. Contemplating for a second, Mike reached out, pushing her bangs out of her face. Maybe MIke shouldn’t have done that, because he thought his heart stopped functioning when he revealed her sleeping face to himself. She look drop-dead gorgeous even when sleeping, so much so that Mike legitimately could’ve looked at her face for a long time.

As he ran her hair between his fingers, Mike heard a noise come out of Miss Dobbin’s lips. Then he saw her face contort, slowly opening her tired eyes to see Mike lying next to her.

“?!?!?”

“!!!!!”

The two stared into the other’s eyes for an intimately long time. Until Dobbins opened her lips:

“So, you gonna ever stop staring at my face~?”

With just one sentence, Dobbins affirmed control of the situation, and Mike, who immediately snapped out of his trance.

“Huh?! O-oh! Apologies, Miss Dobbins!! I didn’t mean to—!!” But Mike’s stammering were cut off with Dobbins chuckling, seeing him explain embarrassingly .

“No, no! No need to apologize, Mister Reynolds, it’s actually quite flattering to have man like you stare at me like that!” She responded, leaving Mike to just take that all in quietly, embaressed.

“Hmm, well…” Miss Dobbins began accessing the situation, raising up a little off the ground, “it looks as if you have lost again. But…” she glanced back at Mike with a little smile, “—I should still give compliments to you being one of the first to knock me unconscious in such a long time!”

The combination of praise and acknowledgment meant Mike couldn’t help but grin ear-to-ear. “Hehe, well you know! I did put in a lot of work into training myself for when we next fought, so it would only be inevitable that I’d be able to knock you out—!”

“—Of course, at the end of the day, I still beat YOU, so don’t let it get to your head!” Dobbin’s said, intervening his little gloat.

Mike slumped back to the floor. “R--Right…!”

Dobbins couldn’t help but grin at her fighting partner’s humorous reactions to her words, again fixing her posture to now being in a seating position on the floor next to him, fixing her dress while doing so. “I’ll admit though, it’s giving me a good feeling for our bouts in the future that you DO have the capacity to knock me unconscious--” She turned to lean a bit closer to Mike, who started getting into a similar position as her, “--only lets hope for your sake, you can knock me out BEFORE I’d have already beaten you~!” she proclaimed, with a smile on her face.

Mike stared back at her, then smiled. “Yeah! You better watch out next time!” he said confidently, which Dobbins admired, saying that to her with such confidence in his voice, even though she’d just laid him out minutes prior. The two staring at each other intimately, seating in their ruffed out looks on the classroom floor.

As they enjoyed each other’s company, still recovering from the other’s exchange, a thought came into Mike’s head that he wondered about earlier:

“So, Miss Dobbins…” he turned to face her again, as she gave a look of wonder to what he was going to ask her. “Was there any particular reason you summoned me to fight you today?” he asked.

Dobbin’s head tilted. Then she laughed to herself, leaving Mike to anticipate what she was going to answer with. “You sure are a curious one, aren’t you, Mister Reynolds?”

She looked away in the distance, with a more relaxed, if more solemn feel to her. “Truth is, I was bored~” she answered, “I was also just fed up with all the work I had to do today, and STILL do today,” she looked back at the wall behind them that separated them to her actual classroom, “Don’t you ever get that feeling of wanting, for just a few moments, escape from all the stress of everyday life? To just forget for a few minutes that the rest of the world and it’s problems don’t exist, and just let loose?” she looked down, staring at her disheveled self, “--well, for me, this thing I do--we are doing--it gives me a chance to just cut loose and just let out all this--this feeling I have inside me day-in day-out! It gives me a chance to just…be me,”

Mike remained silent. Dobbins continued. “However, even I have to admit these encounters… could get a little… too expressive!” She brushed her bangs behind her ear, “I seem to get a little…overboard when expressing myself in here. And it looks as if that’s starting to infect you too,” Memories flashed to when the two both entered a state of just wanting to express themselves with their bodies in the fight, seeing nothing but red. Dobbins rubbed her elbow, as if not sure whether to say what she wants to say next, “--So! If you feel uncomfortalbe with the path that this is potentially leading to, I don’t want to force you with a weird bet we made! You’re a good man, Mr. Reynolds, so if you want to stop this agreement of ours, then I should let you know you have no reason to refuse--!”

“Shh~” Mike pressed his finger on Dobbin’s lips to keep her from continuing to ramble, leaving Dobbins speechless. He rubbed his head, easing the bump that was forming, but still looking at Miss Dobbins, who looked up at him in wonderment again, but for a different reason. “Miss Dobbins, if I may--you’re being unfair here!” he said in a demanding voice, making her jump, as he continued to speak, “you really think I’d actually listen to your demands again after having my ass kicked in such decisive fashion if a part of me didn’t want to do it again?!” he shouted, inching closer to the woman he was speaking to.

He spoke again, “You’re not alone with how you feel Dobbins. To tell you the truth, I was also feeling the same exact way as you! I was exhausted with work, and everyday life problems, so much so that I was waiting by the phone at the ready, praying you’d summon me for another fight!” he placed his hand on his bare chest, growing even closer to Dobbins, who’s mouth was gaping open as she stared up at the man continuing to speak, “--And you did call! You couldn’t have believed the relief I felt that I could escape all my worries and concerns for a good half-hour locked in here with you!”

Dobbin’s lips pressed tightly against each other as she struggled to respond to his declaration to her. “S-still…” she again looked down at her messy dress and look, “--would you be fine with such a brute of a woman like myself?” she continued looking down, bracing herself, not wanting to hear what he would say next.

“Brute? Who the heck would call you that? Have you seen you?! I count my lucky stars everyday that I’m even affiliated with you, much less be in such an agreement like ours!!” Mike fired back.

Dobbins was left utterly speechless again, clutching at her falling dress, staring up at the man half-naked, raising up her morale after she’d knocked him down before. She let out a soft smile. “Well look who’s doing the lecturing now~”

Mike smiled brightly at her expression at him, but quickly got embarrassed at his own antics and quieted back down, crossing his arms. “B-besides--!!” he turned away, composing himself, “don’t try and get out of eventually losing to me for real! I finally know that I really can knock you out, I just got to do it before I myself lose. So don’t even think of getting cold feet about this little agreement of ours!!”

Dobbins, after regaining her confidence in their agreement status, went closer to Mike, leaning on his broad back, resting her head with a smile. “Don’t count me out just yet, Mr. Reynolds. I still got a few more tricks up my sleeve!”

The two relaxed with each other, both near-bare bodies against one-another, until reality hit them of their little predicament, the two catching each other in the eyes, as they felt themselves getting hot with each passing moment, noticing again each other’s alluring figures against the other, half-naked, and each really feeling the other up.

With realization setting in, the two jumped up from the floor with space against the other.

That was close!
The two of them thought. If either had made a move, they both knew neither would’ve been able to contain themselves, breaking the agreement.

Just a little more time…

With the fight settled, the two made their ways back to their positions currently in life, with Mike back to being a single-dad raising a girl at home, and Dobbins to grading all her class’s schoolwork, still a single woman. All of that, with the life-changing fight for both of their lives coming soon, with neither leaving the same!

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Thank you reading for reading up until this point! Hope you did enjoy the finish of this fight that was LONG overdue!

Firstly, I again want to humble apologize to all the readers who were waiting for the next part that would seemingly never come. I've had a lot of struggles with putting this one out, as I was not satisfied with each draft I wrote of it, having to rewrite again and again until I felt the ending was right. Unfortunately, the more of time passed with this next part, the more I felt my end result would not meet expectations, which caused further delay. I felt many wanted Mike to somehow defeat Miss Dobbins, which a part of me thought would've been a fine conclusion, but the more of me thought that it would not feel right to have him beat her in only their second encounter together, after showing her as such a powerful foe in the previous part. So instead, I found a little compromise, having her still defeat him again, but this time, have her NOT be able to clam her foot on him in victory, instead actually giving in to damage he caused her and being knocked out. I know this probably wasn't the ending many were wanting, but from a story-aspect, I felt I had an obligation to ride this one out, keeping to my previous vision of it having three fights in total.

I'll admit, I may have screwed the pooch on this one with just the length of release from this part and the last which I legitimately can't remember the date from which it was released. As writer's block affected me, the less I could get in the zone to finish this part without feeling it wasn't the ending I wanted, and as time went on, I had to constantly go back to previous parts to remember how each character talked and what was the current status of the story that I left it on. So if it feels a little off from previous parts, that's why.

Still, by the latter-half of this part, I felt like I was more in tune to this story again than I have in months, so I want to give a shoutout to the people staying tune to read the ending of this part. You guys were the reason I even finished it after having really bad Writer's Block with this one.

With that all being said, I do want to let you all know that I do plan on definitively finishing this story with one last fight story between Miss Dobbins and Mister Reynolds being told. It will be the culmination of all that has come before it, and I plan on releasing it in the near future. In the meantime, maybe expect a possible commission release that might be completed in between this post and the final act of PvT. After PvT's ending, expect another installment to Com Complex!
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