Here's the first chapter of my first story. I like Trina from Victorious; I genuinely think she needs a romantic interest. Here's something to chew on... Smut in later chapters; If you don't like smut, don't read. You've been warned!
Chapter 1- Realisation
"KYA!" Trina focused her attention along her arm as she threw the blow. She enjoyed the "snap" her gi's sleeve made against her forearm as she put her weight behind her first two knuckles. Tomi, one of girls who attended SoraHotaka Dojo and helped teach there, absorbed the blow with the punching bag without flinching. She wasn't as pretty as Trina but then, few were.
"Come on, Vega!" Tomi said between blows.
"KYA!" Trina landed her right fist into the bag and felt Tomi rock back, the evidence obvious enough to anyone watching that her punch carried some heft.
"That left punch is weaker than your right." Tomi reminded her.
"KYA!" Another blow with her left hand, another satisfying "snap" of her gi.
"You've got to balance this out if you're going to make Green at testing." Tomi was just taunting her now. Trina wanted to make Green this time. She was more talented than the others in the class; it was important for her to have that belt so the rest of the Yellows could see.
"KYA!" Her right hand landed solidly, taking her frustration with it into the bag.
"Left punch only!" Tomi ordered.
"Can we just work on the kicks?" The blow that she landed was pitiful; she was surprised that yelling "kya" actually seemed to help.
"No. You got the stripe for being ahead of the others with your legwork," Tomi told Trina as she threw both her left arm and a yell into the bag again and again, "but you have to be balanced before we can let you progress." Four more left-handed blows landed in the punching bag, each a little more solid.
"KYA!" Trina wasn't going to let being worried about her manicure keep her from that green belt! She could always sneak mom's card again for another mani between workouts. "KYA!" Thump. "KYA!" Thump. "KYA!" Thump. Maybe even a massage, after all this?
The ladies' locker room at Sora Hotaka was filled with people. The sweaty ones had just finished up their sessions for the night. The ones getting into their gis and tying on belts were preparing for the Advanced Class that was about to begin.
"Oh. My. God." Trina said as she pulled her left arm from the uniform. Hot pain followed her blood over her shoulder and down into her left arm. She peeled the top of the gi off her other shoulder. The garment was limp, seemingly as tired as she had become during the workout. No more "snap" sounds until it was washed and dried.
Her sides were damp with sweat, and she wanted nothing more than to get out of her sports bra and into a hot shower. She stood from the bench and pulled the bra over her head, feeling unfamiliar muscles in her back flex and relax. As the sweat-soaked garment peeled away, Tomi came around the wall into the locker room. The instructor walked past, and Trina threw her sweaty clothes into the bottom of her locker.
"Good work tonight, Vega!" Tomi said, opening the door to her own locker. "Keep focus on your punches. We've got eleven days to Testing."
Trina pulled her pants and underwear down in a single motion, kicking them into the locker. She turned toward Tomi and, taking a towel and her body wash, walked toward her to the showers. It was important to let the other girls see how good she looked, even sweaty and flushed from her workout. It's important to give others a goal; something to strive for. They may never be this beautiful, but they can try.
Tomi, while nowhere near as curvy as I am,Trina thought, has a pretty face.Tomi was Japanese-American, with a short haircut and a smaller chest than Trina. Some people are into that body-type, she was forced to admit, especially here in class. Her teacher never seemed to be lacking in dates. There were several times that Tomi would turn down some of the hottest guys in class right in front of everyone. Obviously, this power-display was to help others sort out their place in the pecking order.
"Thanks, Tomi!" Trina said, sauntering past her, "When I can lift my arms again, I'll be back for more practice." She made the next corner and put her towel on the rack. The shower room was a trio of central columns with six shower heads each, and several of the fixtures had girls around them cleaning away the sweat of their workouts.
Trina walked into the closest hot spray and started to lather up. The place to her left was vacated, then Trina began rinsing her hair. While her eyes were closed, she heard Tomi's voice come from that direction.
"You'll make Green with the next round of testing if you even out the strength on your left side." As she opened her eyes again, she saw Tomi (already done with her shower - Short hair is such a cop-out to maintain!) taking a towel from the rack. The two young women went back to their lockers and began drying off and dressing.
As the hot water cooled and dried, Trina felt the strain along her left side again. Dancing and bike-riding made her legs hurt like this. I'll have to be careful not to get too muscle-y with my upper body strength, Trina thought. With her underpants, shorts, and bra on, she carefully lifted her left arm into the sleeve of her t-shirt and pulled it the rest of the way on. Waves of pain tore down her shoulder and into her back with the motion. It surprised her that the groan she was hearing was in her own voice.
"I'm serious about being able to lift my arms again! This shoulder hurts!" Trina said with her best whine. Tomi, fully dressed, came over and stood behind Trina.
"May I feel your shoulder?" Tomi asked. "We don't want you to strain or injure yourself..." Trina nodded, and felt Tomi lay her hands along the top of her shoulder. Careful pressing and poking, Trina felt pleasant warmth radiate from the thin girl's hands.
Mmmm... That's niiice... Trina thought to herself. Again, the woman's fingers seemed to explore the muscles around her shoulder blade and up towards Trina's neck. "Ah! I think I found it. Feel this?"
Tomi pressed firmly at a point between Trina's spine and her shoulder blade, and the pain was released again. This time it seemed to stay close to Tomi's hands. Without it spreading out, diluting the soreness over her back, Trina had to call out.
"Owww! What are you doing?" Trina rocked forward.
"You've got a knot right there. It's not uncommon, but it will hurt if you don't work it out now before you develop these muscles." Tomi said in a matter-of-fact tone. She stepped back and watched as Trina put her work-out clothes into her gym bag.
"So, what do I do to get rid of it?" Trina stood and put her bag's strap over her right shoulder. Tomi didn't back up when Trina turned from her locker, and Trina could smell the soap on her skin. Trina turned toward the exit, hoping that she smelled as nice. Together, the girls walked out of the locker room and towards the training hall again.
"First off, exercise it. If you leave that muscle still, it'll just cramp up more."
"Okay..." Trina said. "I can swing my arm like this to get it moving again?" With a straight arm, she began windmilling her left side and came close to whacking another student (Stephen, one she thought was cute, but not quite worth pursuing. Yet.). "Hey, watch it!"
"No! More like this..." Tomi reached out, bent Trina's left elbow, and made circles with the shoulder. When Tomi pushed her arm forward, she could feel the little ball of pain get pulled. The ache stayed close to the knot, the gentle motion evidently not giving it much of a leash.
"Okay..." Trina began working the circle herself. "What else?"
"Put some heat on it before exercising; that'll help the muscle relax and un-knot. Hydrate correctly." Tomi looked down at her phone's screen, then back up at Trina. "And if that doesn't work, you can always get a personal massager."
Shopping? "Oh! I think this will need one of those." Trina rambled, "Do you have a preferred type or model? Something nice and up-scale?" Tomi shook her head and smiled.
"Hitachi makes some good models, but I'd try the simple work-out methods first. Do you have a heating pad at home?"
"Yeah, I- my sister's got one." Trina didn't want to think about the circumstances she last had to use one, but she could mark that off her shopping list. Cramps suck.
"Okay." Tomi said, opening the front door, "I'll see you on Wednesday night then?"
"Sure..." Trina said, stepping through into the night air. I wonder if I can get a massager in blue to match my gi?
Thanks for reading - feel free to review! Any constructive criticism would be appreciated...
Also, girls are damn delicious. #justsayin