did wonders on his shoulder other day, so I wanted to see if you could help me with mine, too."
"Oh. So you’re not gay then.”
"Why do you sound like you are disappointed? Is it bad that I’m straight?" He rolled his eyes, and I tried not to laugh.
"Never mind. I'm just glad your problem has something to do with your shoulder." Thank God. I was saved from becoming a complete emotional disaster.
"You are weird, girl," he said.
I giggled. "I guess. So tell me, what kind of help do you want?"
"I have a match tomorrow. Nothing big, but with another fight club. For a few days, my shoulder has been hurting. I was wondering if you can check it. If you are not too busy."
"I'll check right that away. Lie down on the bench here for me." I pointed to a massage bench.
"Sure, girl."
He wasn't shy to remove his shirt. He had a marvelous body, chiseled, every muscle popping. But he wasn’t my kind of guy. A giggle spurted out of my mouth when I remembered our conversation just now.
"Why are you laughing? Don’t I look like a fighter when I'm shirtless?" he made another funny face. "Damn. I knew it. This is why I never talk to girls."
"Ease up. Let me have a look at your knot." I pushed him on the bench and examined his back. It looked much stiffer than it should have been. "Aren't you taking regular therapy sessions after matches?"
"Please don't tell this to Gavin, but I have missed some in the last few days."
"That's not good, Tony. You’ll break your back if you continue like this. Physical therapy is a must for fighters like you." I sighed. These new fighters thought they could get away with anything.
"I heard you’re new to the city. Did you get a place?" he asked while I worked on the knot I found in his shoulder.
"Orison Avenue, just four blocks down from here."
"Wow. I live next to that block. We’re practically neighbors." His voice cheered up. This man was like a kid. He was really something. I liked it. He gave me friendly vibes, instead of the lustful ones I usually got from men.
"So how did you get into fighting?" I was getting bored by working on his shoulder. I was hoping for some conversation.
"It's a long story, thanks to Gavin. He literally lifted me up from the slums. I was an orphan boy, worked at a local store back in the day and fought in an underground league in the night. Gavin saw me and asked me to join."
"But I guess the fees here must be more than you were earning?" If Gavin was paying me a huge amount of money, he must be getting a good income from every fighter here.
"Well, Gavin is a billionaire, he inherited his money from his family. He could run this club for plenty of years without getting a single penny from anyone here. Anyways, in my case, he offered me sponsorship. Now I fight for his team. He is a superb person. I wish if I had met him before I got into the underground league." He sounded sad.
"Look at the positives. You seem to be doing good now. And I'm sure you will do great in this fight." I tried to cheer him up.
"Yes, I will do anything to help Gavin's team. He’s my mentor, and a friend.” He smiled.
I finished. "You’re done, neighbor. But you have to promise me that you will get therapy done regularly from now on." I was afraid that he would just continue neglecting therapy after the match.
"Of course. I'm already feeling wonderful. Are you done for today?"
"Done?"
"I mean, is your work finished?”
"Yes. I was actually going out when you called me. I'm leaving a bit early today."
"What about lunch, then? Please, let me buy you a lunch, as a token of my gratitude."
"Don't worry. Gavin pays me for it." I grinned. He was a nice guy.
"I know a good joint around the corner. I'm sure you will like coffee from there."
I could already feel the aromatic taste of coffee in my mouth. I loved coffee, and Tony looked like a good guy. But I had some shopping to get done, so I couldn't join him. "Not today, Tony. I'm sorry. I've some work to do."
"What about dinner
"Oh. So you’re not gay then.”
"Why do you sound like you are disappointed? Is it bad that I’m straight?" He rolled his eyes, and I tried not to laugh.
"Never mind. I'm just glad your problem has something to do with your shoulder." Thank God. I was saved from becoming a complete emotional disaster.
"You are weird, girl," he said.
I giggled. "I guess. So tell me, what kind of help do you want?"
"I have a match tomorrow. Nothing big, but with another fight club. For a few days, my shoulder has been hurting. I was wondering if you can check it. If you are not too busy."
"I'll check right that away. Lie down on the bench here for me." I pointed to a massage bench.
"Sure, girl."
He wasn't shy to remove his shirt. He had a marvelous body, chiseled, every muscle popping. But he wasn’t my kind of guy. A giggle spurted out of my mouth when I remembered our conversation just now.
"Why are you laughing? Don’t I look like a fighter when I'm shirtless?" he made another funny face. "Damn. I knew it. This is why I never talk to girls."
"Ease up. Let me have a look at your knot." I pushed him on the bench and examined his back. It looked much stiffer than it should have been. "Aren't you taking regular therapy sessions after matches?"
"Please don't tell this to Gavin, but I have missed some in the last few days."
"That's not good, Tony. You’ll break your back if you continue like this. Physical therapy is a must for fighters like you." I sighed. These new fighters thought they could get away with anything.
"I heard you’re new to the city. Did you get a place?" he asked while I worked on the knot I found in his shoulder.
"Orison Avenue, just four blocks down from here."
"Wow. I live next to that block. We’re practically neighbors." His voice cheered up. This man was like a kid. He was really something. I liked it. He gave me friendly vibes, instead of the lustful ones I usually got from men.
"So how did you get into fighting?" I was getting bored by working on his shoulder. I was hoping for some conversation.
"It's a long story, thanks to Gavin. He literally lifted me up from the slums. I was an orphan boy, worked at a local store back in the day and fought in an underground league in the night. Gavin saw me and asked me to join."
"But I guess the fees here must be more than you were earning?" If Gavin was paying me a huge amount of money, he must be getting a good income from every fighter here.
"Well, Gavin is a billionaire, he inherited his money from his family. He could run this club for plenty of years without getting a single penny from anyone here. Anyways, in my case, he offered me sponsorship. Now I fight for his team. He is a superb person. I wish if I had met him before I got into the underground league." He sounded sad.
"Look at the positives. You seem to be doing good now. And I'm sure you will do great in this fight." I tried to cheer him up.
"Yes, I will do anything to help Gavin's team. He’s my mentor, and a friend.” He smiled.
I finished. "You’re done, neighbor. But you have to promise me that you will get therapy done regularly from now on." I was afraid that he would just continue neglecting therapy after the match.
"Of course. I'm already feeling wonderful. Are you done for today?"
"Done?"
"I mean, is your work finished?”
"Yes. I was actually going out when you called me. I'm leaving a bit early today."
"What about lunch, then? Please, let me buy you a lunch, as a token of my gratitude."
"Don't worry. Gavin pays me for it." I grinned. He was a nice guy.
"I know a good joint around the corner. I'm sure you will like coffee from there."
I could already feel the aromatic taste of coffee in my mouth. I loved coffee, and Tony looked like a good guy. But I had some shopping to get done, so I couldn't join him. "Not today, Tony. I'm sorry. I've some work to do."
"What about dinner
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