"Florence are you there?"

Flo, "Florence" Jumari woke up in the hospital, none too pleased about her current predicament. The young white blonde had the young demeanor of her late teens while her stern look at the windows outside highlighted her gruff exterior. However, the smile and confidence had dropped until she started clutching the feeling of life back into her hand.

"Damn, boss has one hell of an arm." She gazed up at the bright lights of the hospital bed that contained her, staring at the window. "Well I definitely need to see a stylist."

"Well you should probably set up that HR meeting first," said a plump asian woman who adjusted her glasses. "Either way, your arm should get better in a few days. Muscle therapy, minor stretches will get you back to normal. Though next time, be careful if you went any further."

"Doctor Celeste, I was just trying to-"

"Regardless, though your boss claimed it was an accident, you were too forward. Everyone moves at their own pace and he clearly wasn't comfortable with that. There is such a thing called consent."

Flo titled her head, dumbfounded. "I wasn't constantly teasing him! I kept giving him hints and he didn't want to take it!"

"Or maybe he's just not that into you."

That blade struck her guts hard as she slumped to the bed, sobbing.

"I just wanna get with a guy who I like and is a good fit for me," pounding her good arm on the bed.

Doctor Celeste sighed. "Geez, how are you over the age of 27?"

"Shut it Madeline, at least I try to sleep with my co-workers instead of my patients!"

Enraged, Celeste rolled her out of the hospital. "Don't come back till you can't move one of your limbs!"

Flo stuck out her tongue but called Stephanie. "Yeah, you can set up the meeting with HR. Sure, let's do to it today."

She headed back at the firm, silently gasping at the sight she saw.

Sky, he's talking more with the others? She leaned her out out to see him talking with the others more comfortable. Granted around the women he was still shy, giving him that vulnerable look that made her want him, but it was less subdued.

Flo drooled. Damnit, I want him so bad!  She panicked when Veronica walked into the room and snuck out to the HR room, hearing similar words to what Celestie said, but in a much kinder demeanor.

"Alright, does that mean I can't talk to him again?"

"We'd advise to just focus on your work until he's comfortable with the two of you being in the same room. Ms. Sheppard would be prefer that, but to accommodate this new situation, she shifted your assignment for calls and meeting organizations for the week," handing her the paperwork.

"Oh, a desk job?" Flo wiggled her fingers back and forth. She could at least type decent enough with the fingers that healed. "Huh, I'll thank her next time she's free."

"In the meantime, the insurance has covered your health bill. The therapy session Skyland is receiving seems to be assisting him, so I suggest doing something to take your mind off during your recovery?"

She left the room researching the therapy Sheppard suggested, and her eyes dropped.

"Did he...should I?"

She contemplated that through the next twenty four days, adjusting to her desk job when she got a call.

"Hello? Shanya? What's up?"

"Heard you got hurt and sick. They couldn't reach your parents-"

Flo sucked her teeth. "Not like they cared. But how'd they get your number?"

"I put your name on it, dummy."

"Sha-sha," wiping her eyes and resorting to whispering. "Thank you."

"All good sis. Anyway, I know you're still recovering, but you remembering Kenny?"

"Kenneth Rogers? Wasn't he leaving on his way to competing internationally?"

"Well he was but his brother got sick during a school trip. I wanted to see if the firm could do something about it. The rumors it's yall doing it has to be fake."

"Of course it is! Someone's trying to set her up! Send me his address, I'm going to get to the bottom of this!"

Her boisterous promise extended through the room as she realized she rose up out of seat, and quietly simmed back down to her seat. "After work," whispering. "Send me his address."

Later that day, she headed into a dojo that had just finished his lesson, leaving Kenneth, a dark skinned six foot titan just an inch higher than her with spiky hair wiping sweat off his face. She swooned. While his face wasn't the most attractive in the world, that dedication on his face awakened something in her as she strolled past people.

He turned to her. "Are you hear to sign up for-wait, is that you Flo?"

"Hey, Kenny."

"Don't address Master Rogers like that!" A student shut her down completely.

"Refrain from addressing a guest like that, Marshall!"

"I, um, sorry Master." He headed into the changing room.

"Forgive him, he gets defensive around people who he cares about."

"I get it, I get it. Anyway, can you tell me about your brother?"

"He fell ill during a school trip," gripping his arm. "And I can't do anything to help him!"

Flo grabbed his hands. "Yes you can.  Do you have an idea where they went?"

He contacted the teacher. "They were at Charlet Creek around the time."

She took a second to think. "Hey, do you want to come with me tonight? My firm's been accused of doing this, and your brother needs a means to get better. "

He punched his fist. "I'm in!"

Flo arrived in a light blazer over a crop ton and jeans, while he had his karate gi and shoes, and just that. Her eyes tried shying away from his muscles. The moon illuminated the night sky to guide them through the forest leading to the creek.

"Veronica brought up one of my co-workers may have helped us find a lead to the source, but they need a permit to discover the source. But this can't wait, there's too many cases."

"Aren't you worried about getting fired?"

She sighed. "True. But, I've spent my whole life trying to find my place in this world and people who care about me. The quicker the means we have to stop them, the faster the people who have it together can save their loved ones," lowering her head.

"I see what you mean," extending his hand to her. "So what happened to your fingers?"

She gave him the details. "Yeah I messed up."

"Well you had good intentions. Heartbreak and rejection is something that's hard to deal with. But like fighting, it's about restrain and learning. Understanding your obstacles and find a means to overcome them."

"That's why you took martial arts?"

"To control my rage and find a way to be strong without hurting others anymore. Care to give it a try? It'd be nice to have an friend, or acquaintance to train with."

She chuckled. "Well I don't want to fight my co-workers."

"I'm serious, that could help you release some of that stress," grabbing her by the shoulder. "It'll calm your body and mind. You can release that built of tension and get some good exercise."

She laughed. "Shouldn't I just have sex to do that?"

"Well, I can't really say much there," awkwardly turning away from her. "But you could think about it like that. Though instead of kissing, sucking, and pounding, we're gaining more energy to do those activities."

"Oh, so you're inviting me to be better at sex," laughing even further much to his embarrassment.

He groaned. "That's not my intention!"

A coy smile grew. "Would you like to try it out?"

"If my life settles down and I find the time." She leaned down and a massive bulge was emerging out of his pants. Flo grinned, but heard a sound towards the river.

She put out her Canon EOS 950D video camera near the ground and lead him back towards the campsite on top of a hill, hiding near the porta potties. Putting her camera on and leaning it between their bags and equipment so no one else would notice, she leaned down to make sure the camera was recording.

He crouched down to join her. The two of them witnessed a woman and man in dark clothing jump off a jeep and pouring a pump of dark liquid down into the water.

Kenneth was about to jump out when Flo began dialing the police, whispering there was attack on Charlet Creek and they were hiding in a safe spot.

"They'll be here in fifteen minutes. We don't know if they have any weapons, but you can take them if we guide them to us."

"How?"

She whispered the plan to him, and the embarrassment on his face grew.

"We just have to get louder to bring them in. Besides," feeling him up. "I think we both should try new experiences. Can you act?"

"No...okay, I'll follow your lead."

She dropped her blazer to the floor and her hands brought her neck down to lock lips, rubbing against him as she savored his taste, her tongue running wild as he kissed back, firmly gazing on her.

"Touch me," she whispered in his ears after rising up to kiss him. "Devour me from head to chest."

She unbuckled his karate belt and stretched his gi to the sides, watching him attempt to keep his cool crack from kissing, slurping and teasing both of his nipples.

She lifted her top up and guiding him to use his tongue. Her head arched back as his mouth circled around her breasts, a fighter baiting out his opponent's next move. She almost swung her head back to the door when he pulled her in, throwing her on top of his gaping pelvis as the two landed on the floor.

"I have to see it!" Mesmerized with the heat from straddling him, she unzipped his pants to free his length. Her mouth slobbered on it while he let his breathing known.

She checked her time, seeing more had passed. "Kenneth, get louder! Tell me how I'm making you feel!"

His intense glare made her suffocating her breasts of decent size around his cock, holding them up with her good hand and sliding them up and down his shaft.

"I haven't felt something like this since the last tournament!"

"You're so warm! More, more!"

Just as they were about to continue, two lights flashed in front of them by the duo from earlier, forcing them to get up half naked.

"What are you two doing here?" The male had a gun pointing at them. Flo gulped, about to answer when she could see police lights flashing in the distance. She nodded to Kenneth.

"Officers, over here!"

"Holy shit." They turned back to finding nothing there and Kenneth kicked the gun out of the male's hands. Fearing the woman reaching for her pocket, Flo kicked her blazer up at the woman's face, blinding her enough to jump in the air and kick her to the floor.

"Get them to the ground!"

Kenneth struck their arms and legs, and stomped on them. Flo rummaged through their clothes, pulling out weapons, packaging, and other equipment, spotting a package of substances that she took of a sample of.

"Wait, this is the same material used in Tensle's water products. Hey, you two, who hired you to plant those things in the river!?"

Neither one gave an answer, prompting her to use their bodies to access their phones, finding phone numbers with various companies, one of which lead to Tensle's recruitment agency for employees, using her iPhone to take more pictures.

The cops eventually arrived, arresting the two of them while offering Flo and Kenneth a ride home.....after they put some clothes on. Kenneth offered her to stay at her place for the night, and the two rested on the same bed.

"Well we have a means to a lead, but tomorrow, there's going to be a lot of questions from work and the media." She crumbled at the thought as she leaned the bedsheets closer to her. "Oh god, all the danger I've put myself in."

He leaned over to her. "Hey, that was really brave of you either way. Took a lot of courage to do something like that."

"I might need that class after all."

"I'll help you as best as I can," caressing her injured hand and leaning her closer to the bed. "We'll get to the bottom of this together."

"Thank you," leaning into his arms as they went to sleep.