TAKEN (Five Hardcore Rough and Reluctant Sex Shorts) by Jane Kemp Page A

to shower right after each class because she had to race off to her job as a waitress immediately after.
    As the warm water jetted out of the shower head and massaged her tense muscles, she sighed.  God, it would be so good to make it through all this and finally be able to work as a lifeguard.  She knew the initial pay wasn’t stunning in some people’s minds, but it beat the hell out of waitressing.  She soaped up and felt her resolve returning.  She would stick it out and be better than ever tomorrow and in every class after that.  She 'd get a good job and then she would tell all these losers to just fuck off.
    She laughed out loud at the image as she soaped up her long black hair.  She thought of being the only one to pass the class and be certified as a lifeguard and then passing Tru or Jarret in town one day and telling them about her exciting new job.  Then she thought of an even better scenario, where she was the lifeguard at the beach they were visiting and when she suddenly heard the cry of help, running down to the water and discovering that it was one of their lame asses she would be rescuing.  She pictured herself just turning around and letting them drown.
    She laughed a bit at that and then she felt guilty and forced the thoughts away.  No matter what they did, she didn’t want them to die.  At least in her more rational moments she didn’t.  She chuckled again and shut the water off, reaching for her towel and wrapping it around her body as she headed to her locker to get dressed. 
    She was thinking of her upcoming training tests and how she could prepare for them when he heard the sound of voices.  Slowing down and turning the corner quietly, she spotted Tru and Jarret rifling through her gym bag, pulling out various items and playing with them before tossing them to the side.  She wasn’t sure how she lost her head in that moment, she only knew she saw red and she ran toward them, screaming bloody murder.  “What the hell do you fuckers think you’re doing?”
    The two guys turned around and grinned big at the crazy chick in the towel headed their way.  Tru stepped out to block her path, grabbing her by the arms as she stopped to take a swing at him.  “Well, hey, beautiful, you’re just the person we were waiting to see.”  He pulled her close and held her tight in spite of her struggles.
    She stared up into his grey eyes and snarled a response.  “You assholes better get the hell out of here or I’m going to report you and then you can kiss the program goodbye.”
    Tru laughed and turned to his buddy.  “Hey, do you think Coach Drew is going to kick us out of the program, Jare?”
    Keilani looked at him, confused.  Coach Drew?  Did they know their instructor from somewhere else?  As if reading her mind, Tru answered while he turned her to face away from him, pulled her tighter and began walking with her toward his friend.  “Yeah, Coach Drew has been our swim coach since we were about six years old.  He’s an old friend of the family, really.”
    Then, he spun her around to face him and gave her a hard kiss, yanking at the towel she was clutching and pulling it away from her body.  She had a natural swimmer’s body, long torso, narrow waist, strong legs and arms.  Her breasts were a bit small for her frame, but they were round and pert and her ass was curved but taut, a nice heart-shaped package.
    Being suddenly naked in front of her tormentors did something to Keilani.  She began to struggle hard, whipping her hair back and forth as she tried to shift right and left and pull out of his grasp.  Her feet came up and kicked at his shins and aimed for elsewhere, but he was quick to block her every move.  Both of them just laughed and then, he pulled her to him again and kissed her harder, thrusting his tongue into her protesting mouth.
    She could clearly feel his excited bulge in his swim trunks and she realized that her struggling was making him even more