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sick of the random sex, was sick of the females who clamored toward him right after a fight because they were high on the win. Izzy didn’t look at him as a fighter, but as a man. He could sense her arousal for him, and the saccharine scent of her need was like a fucking icepick right to his cock. He gripped said body part, and the damn thing jerked in his grasp. It would be easy to jack off, to ease the heavy ache that settled in his balls, but he didn’t want to get off that way. Brock wanted to be so deep inside of her sweet pussy that every hard inch of him was incased in her wet heat. He knew she would be wet, fucking soaked for him.
    It was after midnight and he had to be up in just a few short hours for training, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to get any rest, not when every time he closed his eyes he saw the hard points of her nipples pressing against her shirt, or the way her pupils dilated as she took in his bare torso. It was going to be one hell of a sleepless night.
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    The next morning Izzy lay in the center of her bed and stared at the ceiling. It was only six, and she was exhausted. Sleep had been impossible last night, and never had she thought insomnia could be so very real because of not getting laid. Masturbating had only seemed to make it worse, especially when she knew Brock was just right down the hall.
    She crawled out of bed and headed into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Even though it was an ungodly early hour, she knew Brock wouldn’t be home. He was up and gone by five at the latest. His strict training schedule left little time for recreational activities, but he sure as hell made the time to fuck. She groaned and rested her forehead on the tile. The water was hot as she could stand, but the steady beating of the droplets on her flesh, and the thoughts of Brock and fucking, had her slipping her hand between her thighs to try to relieve the annoying ache. Deciding not to bring herself to completion because it only seemed to make matters worse, she finished washing, got out and dried herself off, and put on an old pair of sweats and a holey shirt. Staying in while she was overly sexually frustrated sounded like a good idea, at least for right now.
    After a morning of eating Lucky Charms and watching reruns of Roseanne , Izzy started to get restless. The smell of Brock took up every inch of the house, or maybe it was just she was extremely sensitive and picked up on it? Either way, staying home didn’t really sound like that much fun anymore. Maybe Caleb and Maria would want to go out tonight, and help her let loose, maybe even find a safe, normal guy to flirt with? If Brock was anything, it certainly wasn’t normal, but that was said in the best possible of ways.
    She picked up her phone and called Caleb and Maria. Maria answered on the third ring. In all honesty Maria and Caleb were the only ones she trusted, and they didn’t judge her in any way.
    “Hey.” Izzy leaned back on the couch and reached for the remote to mute the television.
    “Hey, girl. What’s up?”   The sound of Caleb talking in the background came through the receiver. “Would you shut the hell up for a minute?” There was no heat behind Maria’s words as she shouted at Caleb. He muttered something else before his voice finally disappeared. “Sorry about that. He’s having his man-period today, and has been bitching about everything and anything.”
    Izzy laughed. “Hey, what are you guys doing tonight?”
    “Nothing, why?”
    “Well, I wanted to know if you wanted to keep a lonely and pathetic girl company tonight. Maybe hit up The Rhino Room?” The newly built club on the edge of Absinthe was busy every day of the week. It had a retro/modern feel to it with cages hanging from the ceiling, and Go-Go dancers writhing away inside of them. It was also a club she hadn’t been to yet because she had been too afraid to go by herself. Well now she wanted to let loose, wanted to shake her ass like