Mickie smirks at me as she sits on top of my chest. Leaning in next to my head, she whispers into my ear.
"Tell you what, wimp... I think that I could probably train you to be at least marginally less pathetic. I'll be your manager and whip you into shape! If you follow my lead, I bet you could have some hidden potential. So what do you think? If you turn this offer down, you'll just be a miserable little pansy for the rest of your life!"
I gulp again. I don't know if Mickie is trying to be nice to me now, or if she just plans on torturing me more... Either way, I wasn't in much of a position to say anything that might tick her off. Reluctantly, I mumbled to her that I would accept her offer. Mickie simply laughs at me again.
"Good boy! It looks like you aren't as stupid as I thought you were! Maybe once we get you into decent shape, I might even be willing to be your girlfriend..."
She then gives me a teasing kiss on the cheek and gets off of my chest. At this point, I didn't know what to think. It seemed obvious that Mickie was planning something, but rather it was something I would enjoy or not was another story.
The next day, Mickie greets me for the start of our training together. As the training goes on...
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