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| Benjamin Bratt as Eric |
SCENE: In the 75th annual Miss United States Pageant under cover FBI agent Grace Hart (Sandra Bullock) demonstrates her self defense training on fellow undercover agent Eric (Benjamin Bratt) as her talent after her original idea was sabotaged.
Solar plex, In Step, Nose, Groin!
The crowd and judges loved it and Grace proceeded into the finals!
After they defeat the bad guys, Eric (who has been teasing Grace up to this point before her make-over, calling her 'ugly', 'masculine' and basically everything about who she is as a person) asks her out on a date...
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| "You know I was thinking, before you get all ugly again..." |
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| "...we should go out" "Like a date?" "Dinner, movie...if we happen to have sex afterwards so be it" (Charming) |
The following day a depressed Grace meets her boss, who has grown to support Grace through the Miss United States Pageant and her quick thinking and willingness to put her life on the line to help others. Grace explained the mess that happened at the bank when one of the robbers recognized her from TV. Her bos explained it wasnt her fault with her new status and encouraged her to pursue to be the face of the FBI for the public.
Grace declines. As she leaves her boss mentions Eric being transferred to a higher devision. Grace is stunned, why didn't he tell her? Why did he keep is a secret from her? He left me for a better job?
Grace thought 'fine screw him' "I will be the face of the FBI"
Another few weeks past and a newly made up Grace became the nations sweetheart and doing promo work on TV and every media.
She wore a yellow dress walking on to the TV studio where the crowd cheered. they loved her! She waved and sat down ready to be interviewed by the female host.
"You look gorgeous today!"
"Thank you so much"
"So are you seeing anyone? What about that Eric Matthews from your book, he was hot!"
"No, no, unfortunately Im not seeing anyone"
booed the audience.
"So what are your plans coming up? Will you be attending the 76th Miss United States Pageant?"
"Yes, maybe...I do have something planned"
"That's awesome, thank you. Grace Hart ladies and gentlemen!"
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Eric relocated to Miami and was running his own team. He had a knack for telling people what to do.
"Hey boss a letter for you"
A letter had been sent to him from the Miss United States organisation.
"Dear Agent Matthews,
We would like to invite you to be a guest speaker at our 76th Miss United States Pageant..." read the letter.
Eric was surprised and impressed they wanted him. He read the letter out loud to his team who cheered.
"Back to the scene of the crime" Eric smirked.
The following few days went to the training centre after being picked up by the organizers. He dressed sharp making sure to impress the 50 female states.
He waltzed in taking off his shades. The female older trainer was wearing a leotard and kissed both his cheeks.
"Welcome, I am so happy you could make it!"
"My pleasure" Eric grinned
"Let me introduce my girls"
She took Eric to the stage where all 50 women were wearing sports or exercise gear. The women cheered when they saw him.
"Ladies, this is Agent Matthews from FBI, you may recognize him from last years events and a cover of a few magazines"
The women cheered again and Eric pretended to blush.
"Okay Mr Matthews, I wanted you today to show these girl's some training, to keep them fit and incase lord for bid another incident occurs again like last year. Do you have a change of clothes like I mentioned?"
"Yes, I do" Eric went to change and came back in long pants and a sleeveless vest showing off his muscular arms. He did a few push ups in the dressing room to really get them pumping.
"Okay ladies line up" said the dance trainer.
As the girls formed a line she spoke gently, "thank you again for doing this..."
"No problem at all, helping out beautiful women its a dream" Eric replied.
"I would die if one of these girls got hurt." Eric nodded watching the line of 50 women queue up. "and please thank Grace Hart for organizing this for me too would you?"
"Grace?..."
"Okay ladies, now we all practiced before now let's try it out for real this time."
"What am I actually meant to be doing?" asked a confused Eric.
"Alright Miss Alabama you're up"
A beautiful petite figure walked up to Eric who could help but notice her breasts bouncing as she walked up to him. Suddenly a fist punched him in his abs, Eric was wounded and hunched over, not before a stomp on his right toes. In his hunched position an open palm thrusted up into his nose causing him to become upright. Two petite hands placed on both Eric's broad shoulders and and Alabama's knee drove inbetween Eric's sac.
Eric huddled his groin. Eric's body ached but was still standing.
He coughed, and raised his head to look at the trainer who was unphased and gave feed back to Alabama.
"Go Alaska" she said.
Eric raised one hand signalling stop, whilst the order held his balls. Alaska stopped midtrack.
"No carry on, we don't stop in a middle of an attack" the trainer informed. Alaska then went straight for his face, the only part available to strike easily. "Good, always go for what's available."
Eric shielded his face, leaving his crotch exposed for a split second giving Alaska enough hit to punch his bulge. Erics tracksuit bottoms were tight and clearly exposed the target for her around his nether regions.
Eric fell in a ball on the ground. He coughed as Alaska walked to her trainer.
"Was that good?"
"Yes wonderful! Ladies take example, remember it doesn't alwasy have to be S.I.N.G in that order, as long as you strike one of them the attacker should render defenseless like Grace taught us."
Eric coughed, "What are you doing?" he whimpered in anger.
"What you mean?" the trainer asked genuinely confused. "Miss Hart organised this self-defense class for these contestants in order to protect themselves, she informed us you agreed to take part and volunteer to demonstrate for them as what better way to train than with an FBI agent?"
Eric groaned, "I didn't sign up for THIS!" nursing his balls.
"You signed the waver on the letter..."
She was right, Eric signed a document to confirm his attendance.
The trainer rolled her eyes, "come on we have a lot to get through." She ushered the third girl Arizona to go.
"No," Eric muttered trying to roll away, but Arizona kicked between his legs with all her might as if she was punting a football for a goal.
Eric screamed in pain as his balls crushed into his pelvis. His muscular arms tried to protect his balls but the pain was already taken over his whole body.
"Arkansas..."
the leggy blonde walked up to the hot heap on the ground and reached between his hands to his shiney bulge. She gripped and squeezed with all her might.
CRUNNNNCH
Eric screeched as his nuts were feeling as though they were about to pop!
Arkansas with his tune sang an operatic note to match his.
"Yes hold on to that 'G'" laughed the trainer.
The next woman also went for Eric's groin, everyone seemed to choose it as their choice of attack. Woman after women get stomped, punched, kicked Eric in every which way. He sobbed and grunted with every blow.
The trainer counted and informed Eric only 37 more states to go then he they were done. Eric couldn't believe it only 13 women had been and gone. He didn't know if his groin would last that long.
The 14th state raised both of Eric legs up above him. He was took weak in a daze of pain to put up a fight but knew exactly what was about to happened. Her white trainers stomped down hard three hits into his dick.
Eric found energy only to bellow in agony.
State after state went for Eric with all their might. Around the last few a woman who had been sitting at the back of the rows of seats quietly the whole time go up. She brushed the creases on her yellow dress and walked towards the exit.
It was Grace Hart, she had been watching Eric get his nuts smashed in the whole time.
She put on her shades and went out the fire escape as the last woman finish kicking his man hood.
"Well done ladies, give yourself and Eric a round of applause!"
The room filled with claps and Eric's moans as the door shut behind her.
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| Eric with his legs spread in pain |
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