02: Sweet Spots [BB]
CRACK!
Another perfect hit on the bat’s sweet spot, another hole opened in the wall at the far back of the range faster than eyes could detect.
BB, now four hours into the day’s solo session at the batting center just up the street from her bed-and-breakfast, rolled her shoulders with a wince. Despite how easy it was for her to nail the pitches blasting out from the machine, she wasn’t feeling on top of her game that day. Too many annoyances in her brain. Too much anger in her blood. Too much weight on her shoulders. That would explain the constant rolling of them, at least.
CRACK!
Not even this trip to the batting center, which she believed to be the single most enjoyable hobby of hers, was stress-free. Not at the moment, anyway.
Work, for some reason, has been busy as hell lately. Day after day, guest after guest, each one seemingly staying for a longer stretch of time than the last. She was used to having a big boom of them during select parts of the year followed by long stretches of low activity, and that was a good rhythm for her.
But now, though? It was as if the city had declared the past few months a holiday and told everyone other than BB. Sure, the more consistent income was nice, but she was swamped with work now, desperate for some kind of break. Coming to the batting center on her days off was supposed to be her break three or four times a week, but today’s session was the first time she’d been able to make time all month.
And shit, it wasn’t even that enjoyable today. With how much work was inevitably waiting for her back at the B&B, she almost felt guilty being here.
CRACK!
She rolled her shoulders, and then her neck. Damn, it’d be nice to have an employee or two at times like this, wouldn’t it? Someone she could rely on to lighten the load; she wouldn’t even need them to do all that much of it. Just enough to let her swing when she needed to without worrying about neglecting her guests.
But despite the increased business, there still wasn’t enough money to actually hire anyone else. Not with the bills and… “debts” required to keep the B&B’s lights on…
CRACK!
It’d be nice to have someone around in general, really… Someone to help at the B&B… someone she could talk to about all the bullshit she was dealing with… someone to come batting with her… someone to go home to…
THWISH!
“Shit…!” BB hissed as the bat slipped from her hands, flying across the range. Thankfully, it didn’t break anything.
She sighed, rubbing her shoulder and neck. Normally she’d stick around for longer, but she wasn’t feeling it today. Instead, she headed over to the pile of supplies she’d brought to patch up the holes she’d left from all her swinging, and got to work.
It was nighttime when she stepped out the front door of the batting center. The cool air felt good on her sweaty skin, but the quiet it came with was irritating. Just made it harder to ignore the annoying thoughts running around her head.
She took a deep breath and began heading down the sidewalk to return to her B&B. Across the street, heading the opposite direction, was a young couple. College kids, probably. They were giggling and touching on each other all the while, which had BB’s jaw tightening out of… something. Jealousy, probably, but she’d kick my ass if she heard that, so let’s just pretend that feeling was too vague to label.
As she continued walking, the sounds of the couple stopped, but not from them being out of range of hearing or anything. It was just a dead silence for a brief moment, a thud, and a scream from the girl.
BB stopped, and looked over her shoulder. There were three men surrounding the couple, and the guy was on the ground, holding his jaw.
“Tch, bitch-ass…” she mumbled, turning around and making her way over to the group.
CRACK!
None of the three harassers saw or heard her approaching, but the one in the middle certainly felt her foot as it perfectly struck the sweet spot between his legs, sending him to heaven for a few moments before his unconscious body fell back to earth with a thud.
“What the-?!” the one on the left blurted out.
CRACK!
He spun around to see BB for a fraction of a second.before her fist blasted his nose apart and sent him tumbling back into the street.
That left one, who at least had the time to put his dukes up and throw out a punch. All it took was a tilt of the head for BB to slip past it no problem. When he tried again and again, she repeated the dodges like it was a routine they’d practiced, and one she’d mastered.
He finally switched things up with as heavy a haymaker as he could manage, but BB simply caught his wrist, halting his assault.
“What gang you bums from?” BB asked, raising a brow.
He was clearly confused by how easily he’d been shut down, and tried yanking his arm free of BB’s grip, to no avail. “What?! Uh…! Th-the Cobras!”
She rolled her eyes. “Thought I told yer boss to get his ass outta my city.”
CRACK!
She slammed her forehead into his nose, and he crumpled.
Rolling her shoulder, she looked over at the couple, both now standing and backing away from her. “You aight there, bud?” she asked, nodding her head at the guy. More specifically, the sore spot on his face he was rubbing away at.
“Uh, yeah, thanks…”
Sighing, she stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets, and started walking along the street beside them. “Here, I’ll walk ya the rest of the way in case there’s any more of those bastards.”
Having a threesome with the young college couple wasn’t how BB had expected to end her night, but she certainly wasn’t complaining about it.
The two lovebirds (who’d introduced themselves as Brent and Brie) had evidently thought BB’s beatdown of the goons from earlier was the most exciting shit they’d ever seen, and they’d invited her in to ask where she’d learn to fight like that.
She wasn’t sure why she bothered taking them up on their invitation. Maybe it was loneliness, maybe it was to indulge in the little ego-stroking of having the two fawn over her fighting skills. And after a few questions-and-answers, a few drinks, and a few compliments of her body, the three of them found themselves in the tiny bed of the couple’s apartment.
Brie had a nice, perky little rack on her, and Brent was pretty cute, too. Not usually her type of guy, though she learned he was very keen on taking advice from her, and did whatever she said. That was always fun.
Brie was lying on her back, legs spread, chest heaving from the orgasm BB had given her with her fingers, her shoulder covered in the latter’s distinct bite print. Brent was behind BB, sliding his cock in between her perfect asscheeks, moaning with every thrust.
“Bust on my back,” BB commanded. Guys never lasted very long between her cheeks, and Brent was no exception, blasting his first load of the night before she even finished telling him to.
When he was hard and ready for a second round, BB moved out of the way to allow him to mount his girlfriend and pound away at her in missionary position. For the first few strokes, BB laid next to Brie, letting the young college girl suck on her nipple while she stroked her hair and enjoyed the view.
Eventually, BB got up and slipped around behind Brent, pressing her body against his back.
“Whoa…” he said as he felt the squish of her huge tits against him.
She leaned over his shoulder and nodded her head down towards Brie. “Try mixin’ it up a bit. Kinda… dig into her. Like yer, I dunno, scoopin’ with yer dick… Does that make sense?”
“I think so?”
“Here,” BB said as she pressed her crotch against his ass and dipped her hips forward, as if she was the one fucking Brie. “Down and up a little like this.”
“Ohhhhh fuuuuck, babe…” Brie moaned, tilting her head back and gripping tightly onto her pillows. It seemed to be working wonders already.
Brent grinned at the enjoyable reaction from his girlfriend, and from how strangely good it felt having BB bucking into him from behind.
BB was also enjoying that feeling, though she lamented not having her strap-on with her; it would’ve been really fun to actually get to fuck this dude while he was fucking his girlfriend, but this would have to do for now.
Hell, he didn’t even have to do any of the moving at that point. BB was thrusting with enough power to forcefully push him in and out of Brie’s pussy for him, and feeling two sexy girls’ bodies on both sides of him was driving him wild.
Brie was squirming beneath the two of them, grabbing tightly to her pillow. “Yes! Yes! Oh my God, that’s so good, baby!”
Brent leaned forward to lock lips with his girl, the sight of which riled BB up. Partly out of uh… a feeling too vague to label, and partly out of pure horniness watching two bodies laid out in front of her.
BB leaned over the two of them, placing her hands on the back of Brent’s shoulders to give her enough stability to start really throwing her hips into him. Hard enough to force him balls deep into his girlfriend. Hard enough to have the couple practically screaming into each other’s mouths. Hard enough for BB’s fat ass cheeks to clap behind her with each thrust.
And then, with BB’s guidance, Brent’s cock perfectly hit the sweet spot, sending Brie’s body into a convulsion of pleasure. Brent joined her immediately afterward as BB leaned over his shoulder, saying, “Cum in her. Fill her up right the fuck now,” before biting at his ear.
She gave the two some time to recover after that. When he was ready to pull out, BB pushed him onto his back, and invited Brie to join her in sucking him back to full hardness again.
BB gave him the reverse cowgirl ride of his life, while the college couple’s hands groped and slapped every inch of skin on her ass. She yanked Brie on top of her in the 69 position afterwards, commanding the girl to clean her boyfriend’s cum from her pussy, while she gave Brie yet another orgasm with her tongue.
In time, BB got dressed again, leaving the young couple passed out on their bed drenched in sweat, drool, and cum. She shut the door of their apartment behind her, then headed back down the stairs.
Back to the cool night air. Back to the quiet. Back to the annoying thoughts.
She rolled her aching shoulder, and turned the corner to go back to work.
