Monday, May 2, 2016

The Gates of Paradise - First Round

Helena wanted to go best of three falls, knockouts only.
"Sleepers." she added when we talked over the match at the coffee place near the Amazonia Boxing Club.
"Sure." I answered.
I liked mixed boxing better, but wrestling with a woman like Helena? At her suggestion? I didn't care that she is a specialist with the sleeper hold. Challengers, male or female, got in the ring with Helena and each was either carried out over her shoulder or she abandoned them to wake on the canvas, head spinning. It didn't matter - I was sending her to La La Land!
"When I knock you out the second time, do you want me to carry you to your dressing room?"
Helena replied with a smirk that was more like a pout and turned her brown eyes on me in mock hostility. "I haven't decided how I'm going to put you under, Tommy." Helena purred. "Maybe I'll wrap my arms around your neck nice and tight or a leg scissors so you can explore my pussy while you're going out."
I let my imagination run with that visual.  I felt good at the prospect of Helena wrestling naked.
"Ten p.m. at the Amazonia?" she asked, peering into my eyes.
"Fine by me! Reserve a private ring for two hours?"
"Perfect." Helena pushed the check across the table to me. "Thanks for the coffee, Tom."

Helena played to her every advantage.  She was standing in her corner of the ring when I arrived. A pleasant surprise. Often female opponents made me wait five minutes before appearing. The skimpy white bra, panties and fish nets flattered her slender figure. I received the same smirk-pout from the day before as I climbed in between the ropes.
"You ready for it?' I asked, moving toward her cautiously, arms half extended.
"I'm ready for all you got!"
Helena moved fast, letting me be the pursuer. Suddenly, she turned to me in mid stride, projecting the point of her elbow into my chin.
I saw stars long enough for Helena to grab my right arm, pull me to her and hammer my solar plexus. I jack knifed in pain. Helena slammed the length of her arm under my chin. I was on my knees staring at the ceiling.
Abruptly yanking me up, Helena socked my jaw.
I was groggy, laying on the canvas, gazing up at Helena, who nodded her head with satisfaction, while unhooking the snaps from stockings and removing her panties. "Come here, boy! The Gates of Paradise are about to open for you!"
Helena flipped me on my stomach, lifting my head as she opened her thighs underneath my chin. She lowered my face into her pussy and closed her thighs around my throat. I snapped back to reality as the soft, brown hairs caress my face.
An expertly delivered sleeper hold works fast and Helena had plenty of practice. I pulled and slapped at her legs. Nothing worked. Helena constricted her quadriceps. I went light headed.
"Tommy?! Say 'nighty-night'!" Helena tenderly brushed my hair. "Just let go, lover, you're getting knocked out cold anyway!"
My brain obeyed, letting my limbs go limp. The world was quieter now. I could barely hear Helena say, "Are you going to dream about me?"
I moaned into her labia just as her thighs clinched again. My vision flickered with images of fucking my last girlfriend, Julianna. I slept face down in the Gates of Paradise.

Monday, April 25, 2016

Jenny in Dreamalnd

"Only a wuse falls for the pussy that knocked him out!"
Jenny and I were facing each other in a ring at the Amazonia Boxing Club, waiting for the bell.
A week earlier, Jenny fought me to knock out in the sixth round. I slept for five minutes. I wanted Jenny before I stepped in the ring, I woke up aching to fuck her.
Dressed in black shorts and sports bra, Jenny gave me the same leg show as she did the last time we boxed. I have a fetish for females in boxing gear and Asian women and that afternoon, Jenny was both. I kept struggling to focus.
"Maybe today will be different." I suggested, peering into Jenny's face, which was round and open. She had done her eye lids up in muted blue that blended with her midnight black hair.
"No, not really, Lewis. You're just going to sleep...again"
The bell clanged, followed by Emma the Ref's shout "Fight!"
Jenny immediately slugged me. I never felt myself sink to the canvas.

Jenny had a cute, girlish laugh, like all her giggles tumbled on top of each other. I heard it as I slept on my back and then as my eyes opened. Emma the Ref told me later that I mumbled like an idiot as I emerged from Dreamland, my head lolling from left to right.
Jenny got in my face as Emma guided me to the recovery room. "He's still asleep! He's dreaming! You dreaming about it, Lewis?! Want it in your face?"
Jenny's question followed me into blackness.

Emma called me stupid to expect anything more than a beating from Jenny.
"If I thought you had a chance against, I wouldn't be so critical," explained Emma, after I came around. "To be honest, she's the better boxer."
That was a fact. If I won a match or lost, I didn't care, as long as Jenny, or a girl like her, put out.
To my surprise, Jenny took me up on the offer of dinner. She seemed to think she was dominate in our relationship. She even indulged me and wore red boxing gloves to bed.
"Jen, I want to ask you a favor."
Rolling over, Jenny stretched like a cat and looked at me with dewy eyed contentment. "What, Lewis?"
"Let's have one more fight. Knockouts only!" Jenny broke out laughing. "A third try? I think all the sex I gave you last night has turned your brain to mush!"
"Come on, you won twice, you can again. You enjoyed it!"
From the gleam in Jenny's eyes I could tell she loved the idea, even though she resisted a few more minutes. I arranged for the third match that afternoon.

"I'm confused," Emma admitted to me as we watched Jenny climb into her corner. "You already fucked her, she's just going beat you up."
"How do you know we fucked?"
"Women brag, it's the thing we all have in common."
I always found Emma's acceptance of human nature refreshing, but this time she was looking at me suspiciously, like she was reading my thoughts.
The bell rang and I moved out, faster than Jenny anticipated. She retreated, raising her gloves to her face defensively. I fired at her midsection two punches. The first bounced off her elbows, but my second pounded her solar plexus. Jenny gasped in agony.  My from the hip upper cut detonated on her chin.
Jenny gaped at me, eyes surprised and then uncertain. She probably never saw anything. Jenny dropped into Emma's extended arms.
Emma stared at me. "She fucks you all night and you do this?"
"Yeah." I answered.
"It's a great thing Jenny doesn't actually like you. Get her legs."
We carried Jenny, a boxing rag doll, back to her corner. Emma thumbed her eyelids, revealing solid whites.
"She's in La La Land!"
A few minutes later, Jenny sighed and began a slow emergence from my KO punch, like a surfacing diver.

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Kidnapped by Kiki - The Finish


Both fighters were heavily aroused as they boxed. Tom, because he was trading punches with a naked woman. Kiki because she always got turned on by hitting a male, her aggression fueled by the certainty that the match would end with Tom sleeping.
It's how he wants it, she thought, landing a combination to Tom's skull.
Tom fought with a disadvantage that Kiki discovered watching him box at the Amazonia. Studying him in the ring with female opponents, Kiki saw he never cunt busted and avoided tit punching whenever possible. With the size of Kiki's chest, Tom would lean down to land shots to her torso. You keep that up, boy! Kiki thought, beginning to time how long he let himself be exposed. Then she stepped toward her opponent.
Tom was dazed by the brutal attack. He tried to raise his arms in defense, but Kiki hit too fast. After battering his midsection a few more times, Kiki unloaded on his jaw.
Tom felt himself fly upward and then crash painfully on his back. He started blinking, desperate to focus. He saw Kiki climbing on top of him, her right arm pulled back.
Then Tom was on his feet, Kiki dog walking him, saying "Just a few more steps, honey..." but he understood nothing. All he could do was let his numb body drift under Kiki's control until he came to a stop.
"Okay, Tom, this is the moment!" Kiki stated, leveling Tom's head so they saw eye to eye. "You've always wanted a big tited woman to beat you up and knock you out. Here it comes!"
Kiki retracted her right fist again, but lowered it when she saw Tom smiling. She clasped his face and gave him a long kiss, something she'd never down to a man she was fighting no matter how horny she had become.
Clarity began seeping to Tom's brain and the full effect of the kiss registered. " said..."
It was dark again for awhile.

Kiki lay next to Tom on the bed in the room next to her office. She brought herself to orgasm twice while staring at the unconscious Tom. He woke feeling dizzy, but when he was coherent, he told Kiki how beautiful she was. Kiki put one arm around Tom's shoulder, while the free hand began working his dick, which needed little encouragement.
"I bet you say that to all the girls who knock you out..."

An hour later, Tom was blissful. Kiki was not sure if she had just fallen for Tom.
"Get your money's worth?" she asked, rolling over.
"Every penny!"
Kikii sat up and reached for the panties on the floor. "Wait, Kiki, one last thing!"
Tom was on his knees in front of the fighter, placing his palms gently on her knees. Kiki hesitated, about to remind Tom the session was over. Instead, she pressed his head between her thighs. Her entire upper body arched back as Tom penetrated her with his tongue pressing on her clit. At first, only sharp gasps passed from her mouth, but quickly she caught enough breath to call her lover a "fucking slut!" until Kiki's massive orgasm erupted and she flopped on her back.
Kiki kept Tom's head in place and delivered a harsh neck chop. Tom sagged into her pussy and went to sleep.
"You'll go with any hole!" she insisted to the prone male. "As long as they glove up and fuck you up!"

Kiki carried Tom and the digital flash card that held the complete record of their bout out to her car. Thirty minutes later, she dumped him on his own bed. Leaving the flash card on kitchen table, Kiki knew she was in love with Tom.

Monday, April 4, 2016

Kidnapped by Kiki - Part One

As it was early Saturday morning, Tom answered the back door casually. When he opened the door, he immediately recognized black haired Kiki from The Amazonia Boxing Club, where they both worked out. She wore a bikini and her 34 HHH breasts seized Tom's complete attention. For a moment she stood silent, smiling, her hands behind her back.
"Good morning, Tom!"
Kiki's voice was sweet and inviting.
"Kiki!" sputtered Tom, unable to conceal his surprise and arousal. "I...good...I..."
"Good night, Tom!"
All Tom saw was Kiki's right fist stretch back behind her head as far as her arm could go. He had no memory of the thrown punch itself, just the painful impact. The he was in blackness.   
Kiki got her biggest thrill when a guy's head went back from a punch, followed by an eye roll. Tom provided all that and landed on the kitchen floor, lights out. Kiki saw no neighbors in the area, so she stepped over Tom and went inside.
Tom's brain woke slowly from the straight right to his chin. There was a cool breeze on his face from the partially open passenger side window. It felt relaxing and Tom was content for a minute.
"Oh, my jaw!" he groaned, as the physical consequences of a KO returned to his face. When his eyes opened, he saw he was in a moving car, being driven by a now topless Kiki. Christ her tits are incredible!, he thought. They'd make great pillows! His thoughts were still not organized.
Kiki glanced a few times at the groggy male, dressed in gym shorts and a white T-shirt.
"Hey, Tom, look at me, sweetie!"
The car had come to a stop at a red light. Tom swerved his head slightly.
"Good boy! Now, go back to sleep!"
The lights in Tom's brain went out again. Kiki laughed at what an easy KO Tom was. When the signal turned green, Kiki stomped on the accelerator.

Kiki tossed the still out cold Tom over her shoulder and carried him across the narrow parking lot behind the Caldor Plaza on Route 46. The stores in the strip mall had not opened, so no one saw her transport her burden inside the abandoned "Curvies" aerobics center that Kiki rented for her own use. Once inside, she moved Tom to the large windowless backroom, that housed a large boxing ring and some folding chairs. Next to bigger space, were two smaller rooms. One was her business office, the other contained a queen size bed , a first aid kit on the wall and a large mirror secured to the ceiling.

Settling Tom on a folding chair in one corner of the ring, Kiki got a small digital camera attached to a tripod from her office and positioned it facing the combat area. Assured the battery was charged, she adjusted the focus to a close up of the entire ring. Retrieving the first aid kit, she leaped through the ropes and bounded at Tom.

"Wake up, sweetie!" she cooed, lightly slapping Tom's face. He didn't stir, so Kiki smacked him harder. A long moan came from deep within Tom, but no movement. Kiki snapped a tab of smelling salts by Tom's nose and he jolted back to the conscious world.
"I kidnapped you, Tom. Don't you remember?"
Tom shook his head slowly. "No..."
"In fact, I knocked you out twice. Feeling horny yet?"
 The abductee groaned a second time. Kiki planted a gentle kiss where she had slugged him in the car. She began pulling boxing gloves on his hands.
"Why the hell am I here?"
"So we can fight! I've seen you boxing women at the Amazonia Boxing Club, its why you joined right? Fight a woman and maybe get laid, that's you plan, right?"
Tom nodded reluctantly. "Yeah."
"Well, now you are mine and I am going to completely fuck you up. If I knock you out, which I will, you belong to me! If by chance you put me down for the count, you're free. You walk right out that door with me flat on the canvas. Agreed?"
"Yes, but its just that.."
His captor's intense kiss interrupted Tom. "Cheer up, I'm a great fuck. I've had lots of practice! I'm going to change for the match!"

While he waited for Kiki's return, Tom contemplated the outfits he'd like to see her wearing when they boxed. He was stunned when she reappeared, wearing nothing but black boxing gloves, moving in a slow strut to the ring, banging her fists together.
"Now don't get any ideas, Tom!" 
Ideas were all Tom had.
His face dissolved into lust when he saw Kiki's bare, long legs, between which nestled the soft black hair of her pussy. Being a breast man, Tom's vision went up her flat stomach to her 44 HHH breasts, pink nipples stiff but pert.
I know you want to be knocked out by a naked woman!"
YES! Tom screamed internally, impulsively slugging Kiki, snapping her head sideways. She blinked in surprise
"Come here, you asshole!" Kiki purred and the fight erupted.

Friday, March 18, 2016

Donna and The Mare


                                               Donna Wrestling        

On the day before she turned forty-five, Donna wrestled with Will. The match was private at the Amazonia Boxing Club, attended by the two adversaries and Donna's seconds, Kaylee and Desiree. It was a knockouts only match. Donna waited five minutes before finishing Will off, spending most of that time smacking the younger man around the ring. She slugged the groggy twenty-five year old a few times and threw him into the ropes. As William stumbled back, he walked directly into Donna's clothesline, that caught him in the throat.
Kaylee was the happiest to know what was about to happen to Will. She had had an affair with him that ended after two months when he informed Kaylee, "I just have to fuck other women, that's all!"
Well, you're getting fucked right now! thought Kaylee, watching the collision short circuit Will's brain. His legs buckled and Will plunged backward to the canvas. Donna threw herself down behind the dizzy male and spread her legs wide.The few neurons in Will's brain that worked fizzled and popped, leaving him unable to comprehend that Donna had clasped a handful of his hair and hauled his head to the base of her stomach.
"Say good night to Mama!" Donna shouted as the seconds began to cheer.  Donna's naked, well developed thighs snapped around Will's throat. His eyes shot open, mind clearing instantly. Donna pressed her legs tighter.
"Gonna see stars real soon!" she told her victim as he pulled at her thighs. "You're not going anywhere but to sleep!"
Will snorted and gasped, attempting to break the leg scissor hold that was slowly rendering him unconscious. The downward tug of sleep set in, slowing his limbs until the palms of his hands settled lifelessly on Donna's thighs. Donna peered down at the face between her legs, half buried in the crotch of her black shorts and violently jerked her thigh muscles. Will grunted as he sank into complete blackness.
"Is he out?"
Donna looked up to see Kaylee standing next to her.  "You out Will?" Donna asked, snidely. "He's in dreamland, eating my pussy in his dreams!"
The victorious cougar released the hold and shoved Will into a sitting position. Shifting his head to the right, she landed a neck chop below his ear. Will grunted again, his body shook and relaxed. Kaylee and Desiree giggled aloud.  A second chop struck the opposite side, below his ear, but Will made no sound. Donna confirmed the erection in the front of his shorts and got to her feet.
 "Carry Will to the recovery room," Donna ordered the seconds. "When hammer dick comes around, tell him I'm nowhere near finished with him!"

                                               Donna Boxing

A week later they gloved up.
Will was certain he was going to be knocked out very quickly, but he didn't care. He'd woken from the sleeper hold KO deep in erotic love with Donna. As they promised, Desiree and Kaylee were on hand as Donna's seconds. They stood in her corner, rubbing her back and shoulders, taking turns whispering in her ears.
Donna possessed the strong shoulders and biceps of a woman who worked out regularly . Her breasts were smallish, but round and ample. Will knew how pleasing it would be to fondle them. Will wondered if he could pop them from out of her loose top during a clinch.
Reading the mindless expression of lust in Will's eyes, Donna went straight at him when the buzzer sounded.
Will was out on his feet, glassy eyes, smiling stupidly. Clasping his right arm, Donna dog walked Will to the center of the ring.
"Will, can you hear me?!" she asked, tilting his chin up.
Will looked to the ceiling, attempting to locate the source of the faint voice he heard amid the stars that glimmered everywhere.
Donna turned to her seconds. "Kaylee, this one's for you!"
Donna's glove lifted Will off his feet. He knew he'd just been knocked out and was so pleased as he fell into blackness.
"Eight! Nine! Ten!...You're OUT! Fuck you!" Kaylee yelled at her former lover. Donna flipped Will on his back so Desiree could check his eyes.
"Solid whites. He's out cold."
"Oh yeah?" asked Donna. yanking off her top to expose her breasts, she gave Will a long kiss. Setting her open hands by his head, Donna leaned down and slapped her tits against his face. She kept that up for a few moments. There was no response.
"Help me carry him to my car!" Donna said, pulling on her top.


For three months, Will was owned by Donna. Within a week of their first night together, he moved into Donna's house. The rules of the relationship were simple as Donna explained, "Your three piece set is mine!"
He was getting laid so much by Donna that he didn't mind the restriction. Sometimes Will needed reminding. Donna caught him glancing at the ass of a passing gym bunny at the Amazonia Boxing Club. It came naturally, without thought, but the cougar knocked out the cub right on the spot and everyone saw Will carried out, limbs dangling over her shoulder.

The lesson stuck until Sonia appeared at the Amazonia. Known as "La Yegua" for her punching strength and quick foot work, she disliked older women like Donna grabbing all the young men at the Amazonia. Sonia got friendly with Will and a week later, he asked her out for a beer.
"Sure," she answered, aware of exactly what Will was fishing for. "But we have to fight first."

Sonia, feeling very horny, worked Will over for three rounds, before making him sleep in the fifth. As Will was carried from the ring, Sonia told Emma the Ref, "We'll see who owns honey rod now!"
Stories of Will and Sonia fucking didn't take long to reach Donna, mostly because Sonia bragged non stop about her conquest. From her bitter experience with her first husband, long ago ditched, Donna learned that you dealt with the man who cheated and not the slut he cheated with. I'll take care of William after I destroy that little tail twitcher! she decided.

Up to the fourth round, Sonia was glad she accepted Donna's challenge to a public match. Every punch she connected to the older woman made her feel alive. And when the left-right, with a follow up upper cut put Donna on her ass in a daze, Sonia thought Will was all hers.
But the bell saved the cougar, who moved slowly back to her corner, shaking away the cobwebs in her brain. When her head was clear and Donna saw the smug smirk on Sonia's face, she focused. When the match restarted, Donna hung back and waited for Sonia to show fatigue. The brat hits hard and moves fast, but that takes energy, which Donna figured, she had to be using up quickly.
Donna plunged in when Sonia's gloves began hanging unsteadily at her jaw. The opening attack was blocked, but the fourth punch was a fake to the head, which Sonia moved to deflect. Donna's right slammed into Sonia's midsection and then she launched two shots to the chin. The girl sprawled on the ropes, where Donna closed in.
For thirty seconds, Donna punished her rival, then the bell rang.
Sonia was battered and shocked at how the old lady could do such damage so quickly. But she was determined to put the abuelita down in the next round.

Donna began  the next round where she left off.
It took a minute to pin Sonia in place, but Donna went to work quickly. She was methodical and slow about trouncing Sonia, she wanted everyone to see where and how each punch was delivered. Two minutes later, Sonia was a rag doll thrown on the top rope.
She could only see Donna's lips moving and not hear the insults the older woman was flinging at her. Donna's glove hurled at Sonia and the lights in the girl's head snapped off. Sonia slumbered through Emma the Ref's ten count, content that sleep had blotted the pain.

Kaylee and Desiree carried the limp Sonia past William on their way to the recovery room. He watched, mouth open, massively aroused by seeing his lover unconscious. The trance as broken by Donna, who spun him around to face her.
"You going to fuck around again?"
Will stumbled for the answer. "Huh? No! Wha? No!"
"Good boy!"
Will went out as fast as Sonia did from Donna's upper cut. 

Sunday, March 6, 2016

Wonder Woman KOed

The third punch, a solid right to her jaw, put Wonder Woman out for the count. Seconds before, a left right combination, which pounded her head, left the Amazon Princess sleeping on her feet.
Mitch the Bruiser had dominated the last two rounds of the charity exhibition boxing match with Wonder Woman, held yearly at the Amazonia Boxing Club. His assault intensified in the fourth, intending to wear down Princes Diana.
The "BAP!" of the glove striking Wonder Woman's sweet spot, just to the right of her chin, and seeing her eyes roll up, gave The Bruiser a thrill.
"Nighty-night, sweets!" he snarled at the collapsing Amazon. When she hit the canvas like a felled oak, the crowd of spectators let out an orgasmic cheer.
"This was  fucking charity match!" Emma the Ref yelled at The Bruiser, who smugly paraded around the ring, flexing his biceps to the adoring female crowd.
"Yeah, it was!" he answered Emma. "Every woman in this club donated a lot to see me clobber the great Wonder Woman!"
Emma had already begun the count, feeling her general disgust with The Bruiser and that a complete pig had defeated Diana. More than once Emma had heard Mitch boast: Every woman boxer had a weakness and with a little probing, I always find it. He had slugged Wonder Woman just right on the jaw.
Emma called numbers out over the growing adulation of Mitch's new fans. Wonder Woman was spark out cold and would be for awhile. Her face to the crowd and eyes shut, Princess Diana was on her belly, palms of her boxing gloves facing up, and the curve of her ass cheeks peeping from the bottom of her blue satin tights.
"Eight!..Nine!..Ten! You're OUT!" Emma yelled, waving in Wonder Woman's seconds.
Although in a deep slumber, Wonder Woman dreamed of a lot of men, but most intensely of her current boyfriend, Rick, one of two people who lifted the Amazon carefully on to a gurney. The other was Drusilla, Wonder Woman's younger sister.
Rick was known around the Amazonia as the "Body Suit Groupie," because he was possessed by a fetish for female crime fighters. He had had flings with She Hulk and Storm, but it was true love when he met Wonder Woman. The last five months had been very happy for both of them.
Looking at Diana prone on the gurney he was rolling to the recovery room, Rick couldn't help being aroused. He had watched the woman he loved get knocked out in the boxing ring and thought she never looked more beautiful. When Drusilla briefly left the recovery room, Rick gently felt up Diana's ample breasts.

Princess Diana was bruised and achy after Drusilla brought her back from dreamland. Disoriented confusion lasted a few minutes. As her seconds explained that the Bruiser had knocked her out cold, Wonder Woman kept staring at Rick as if she were seeing him for the first time.

That night, Rick and Wonder Woman fucked. When Princess Diana insisted "I need it!", Rick reminded her of the trouncing she'd just taken.
"NOW!" she ordered. At her insistence, Rick was on top all night.

Wonder Woman never felt more relaxed and satisfied than she did that morning. Rick had needed little encouragement to take the dominate role. Diana found submission very gratifying.
"Last night was great, sweetie! You ruled me!"
Rick was surprised to hear that, but it left him feeling strong. "You were a powerhouse yourself, Diana!"
"Rick, I want to give you something to show you how I feel about you."
"What?" he asked, thinking: This woman is insatiable!
The amazon's bare fist smacked hard on her lover's chin. Rick was baffled at the sudden pain and then fell against Wonder Woman's bare breasts. They were warm and welcoming and Rick slept. Wonder Woman cradled her beloved for a moment and rested him on the mattress, leaving a kiss on his lips. Wonder Woman closed the bedroom door quietly behind her and made breakfast.

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Harley Quinn's Adventures in Crime Fighting

The impact of Paula's black jack on  Harley Quinn's head rippled all over her skull. Then Harley sagged and was on the floor at her attacker's feet. Paula removed handcuffs from her pocket.

Face down, out cold, hands secured behind her back, dreaming of her boyfriend Gabe, was not how Harley thought she would end up that night. A few months earlier, she had joined the all female crime fighting organization Justice Force. After a probationary period, Harley was assigned her first independent mission: foil a diamond heist by cat burglar Marcus Apted and his apprentice/lover, Paula. Harley had spotted the gentleman thief disarming the museum's security system from the floor above him and was about to swoop down to make the arrest, when she got sapped.

"Marcus, I took out Quinn!" Paula whispered into her blue tooth headset. "There may be more agents with her."
"There definitely are!" Marcus replied into her ear. "Justice Force operatives work in pairs. Keep your focus. I'm almost done here."
Paula glanced down at the felled Harley Quinn, who had recently abandoned a life of crime to fight it, and noticed a content smile on her dark red lips.
"You're dreaming, aren't you!" Paula asked the inert figure on the floor. "About who I wonder?"
Rumor had circulated in the criminal underworld that Harley Quinn had fallen in love with a civilian named Gabriel and, under his influence, turned to virtue. The right man will always bring out more strongly what you already are deep inside. Paula knew this from personal experience.
Before she met Marcus Apted at the  Amazonia Boxing Club, Paula was an unfocused twenty-five year old more interested in locating a husband with a sizable income than starting a career.  Encountering Apted, first in the boxing ring and then her bedroom showed Paula her destiny: wealth through professional theft.
Paula recognized the large pop gun attached to Harley's hip and removed it, knowing it only looked like a toy.
"Now to find your better half, sweetie," Paula taunted. "Sleep tight!"

"I've got Quinn's partner in my sight."
"Good work, Paula! Is it the boyfriend we heard about?"
Paula peered around the corner silently. "Looks like civilian, all right."
"Okay, put him out of commission, and bring him to me. I've got Harley Quinn here. Most of the merchandise is collected, so we can get out of here quickly."
"Got it!"
Putting the cell phone in her jeans pocket, Paula crept slowly on her target. It's him alright, she decided. Harley would drag her boyfriend into this situation. She considered seducing Gabe before knocking him out, just to teach him how stupid he was, but quickly abandoned the idea. Not enough time!
"Hey, lover boy!"
Gabe spun around to see Paula leveling Harley's pistol at him. "Hey!? What did you do to Harley?"
Paula was touched by deep concern in Gabe's voice.
"I knocked her out! Don't worry, she'll be fine."
Anger rising, Gabe charged Paula. Idiot, she thought, pulling the trigger.
POP! went the cork as it escaped the barrel, followed by a red boxing glove that flew at Gabe on the end of an uncoiling steel spring. When the glove hit, Gabe's eyes rolled in their sockets. The image of Harley naked, except for her eye mask, flashed in his sleeping mind.
"Let's check..." Paula flipped Gabe over and slipped her hand down the front of his pants, smiling at the confirmation of her suspicions when she clasped his erection. Unable to control herself, Paula rapidly brought Gabe off.

"Well, if it isn't the great Marcus Apted!"
Harley Quinn had been conscious for five minutes and was on a couch where Apted had revived her with smelling salts.
"In the flesh, Miss Quinn. I hope my associate Paula did not cause you too much discomfort?"
"I'm hospitalizing that bitch when I see her!"
"I don't doubt that for an instant, but not today."
Apted always admired Quinn's body and criminal aptitude, in that order, but felt disappointed that such a talented woman should waste her gifts on law enforcement.
"Today my partner and I are going to escape with half a million dollars in uncut diamonds, without interference from you or your boyfriend. You understand the situation?"
As Harley executed her profanity laden response, Apted leaned in and kissed her full on the lips. Harley defied him, squirming away, when waves of lust engulfed her. Harley sighed and surrendered, twisting her tongue with Apted's.
Just when Apted stepped away, leaving Harley feeling ravished, Paula appeared with Gabe over her shoulder. She dumped him next to Harley, who instantly snapped out of her erotic trance and glared at her senseless lover and then her captors.
"What did you do to him!"
"Relax. I used your boxing glove gun to turn lover boy's lights out." Paula turned to her partner. "We ready to go, sweetie?"
"Almost." replied Apted. "I'm going to live up to my reputation as a gentleman by leaving this for you, Harley."
Apted placed a small key on a table a few feet from Harley and Gabe. "When you can reach the key you can free yourself and your man."
Paula shoved in front of Apted abruptly. "Are you crazy Marcus!? It will take her a few minutes to reach the key!"
"No, not really." Apted shifted behind his protegee-lover and guided her to Harley. "I have a special treat for you, Paula."
Harley knew what was about to happen. "When I see you again, I'm going to trounce you!"
"Like I said, 'Just not today.' " He placed a kiss on Paula's face. "This is your chance, my love, to demonstrate to Ms. Quinn what can happen when you decide to join the good guys."
"And I'm going to have great time tearing you apart!" Harley sneered at Paula, who ignored the threat and made her right hand into a tight fist.
"Now, remember your training Paula: short and sharp."
"Short and sharp!" Paula repeated to her lover.
"Just wait till I..."
Harley tried counting the stars dancing briefly in her eyes, but her vision spiraled into warm blackness.
"Let me slug her again!" Paula shouted.
Seeing Paula was intensely aroused, Apted steered her to the exit, while he picked up the bag of loot. He calculated Harley and Gabe would be  out for thirty minutes, allowing them plenty of time to escape and cover their tracks. As he hustled the excited Paula into his black Lamborghini, Marcus Apted was certain he would, very soon, have Harley Quinn.