Thursday, August 18, 2016

Fight the Good Girl

The text read "Fight Me!" Max Haig impulsively responded "When?" Max wanted to box Lady Donna very badly.
The feelings he had for Lady Donna were closer to intense lust than to love, but the desire burned deeply all the same. Lady Donna, a senior director of Justice Force, an all female band of crime fighters, was all that Max was not.

He had seen Lady Donna the first time on a live news broadcast of her taking out all five members of the Testosterone Gang during a bank heist. The twelve year old Max was stunned speechless watching the younger Lady Donna pose over the defeated crooks, flexing her biceps for the camera. Max was deep in wide-eyed love.
Max did wonder why Lady Dona dared him to a private bout at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Justice Force had been trying to capture Max, who had grown up to be a successful cat burglar, counterfeiter, and cyber criminal, for more than a decade. A number of times he tangled with Justice Force agents and left all of them out cold at his feet.
Was it a trap? Maybe. But if they wanted to capture him, Justice Force could have easily traced the signal of his cell phone and found him. This had not happened. 
Did Lady Donna just want a fight? Could be. In that case, Lady Donna was in her forties, a decade older than Max, and he assumed he would score a quick KO. That scenario excited him until another, even more stimulating hit Max. Maybe Lady Donna wanted to fuck?

The rules were settled before the time of the match was set, eleven p.m. in a private ring at the Amazonia Boxing Club. For ten rounds, the couple would fight until one knocked the other out. Emma the Ref would over see the fight.
In the flesh, Lady Donna was the perfect Cougar, muscular and lean, tits full and round as Max remembered them being as a teenager. Around Lady Donna's predatory brown eyes, faint crows feet were forming, stoking Max even more.
Emma the Ref waved together. 
"Ready to sleep, pussy hound?" asked Lady Donna.
Max only stared back, reminding himself to keep it together.
"I'm going tuck you into bed tonight, Donna!" 
A glove smacked Max sideways. Emma stepped between the fighters, ordering them to their corners.
Giving them half a minute to focus, Emma shouted "Fight!"
They laid into each other instantly. In the past, Lady Donna had fought plenty like Max, but she was pleasantly surprised by how skilled a fighter Max was. No wonder he knocked out so many of our operatives, she thought. But I know what he really wants and I'm making sure he'll get it!
An even match went on for three rounds. Lady Donna floored Max, but he quickly sprang up even before Emma could start the count. When two right hooks put her on the canvas, Lady Donna had a quick dream of her evening with Batman and woke to hear "FIVE!" Grabbing the ropes, Lady Donna was wobbly but standing when Emma called out "NINE!"
"Okay pussy lover, NOW it's time to sleep!" Lady Donna snarled.

 Punches fell over Max, who retreated from the barrage of leather. Moments later, he felt his back press against the ropes. A faint left was met by Lady Donna's fist, sending him the opposite direction. Pain stabbed his jaw, slowing his reactions, giving Lady Donna the opening she craved.
Three direct hits scrambled Max's vision. A harsh upper cut put him in standing daze. Lady Donna repeated the punch to insure her opponent was immobile.
Max knew what was about to happen any second and knowing that made him fall for Lady Donna. Please fuck me! he pleaded among his jumbled thoughts.
Max slept contently on the canvas.

Lady Donna retrieved Max's gym bag which contained his clothes while Emma counted him out. The two women stripped and redressed the victim in his street clothes, admiring his manhood as they worked.
"What's going to happen to Max now?" asked Emma as she buttoned up his shirt.
"I'll take him back to Justice Force HQ for interrogation. Max has a lot of connections in the criminal networks."
"What if he doesn't cooperate?"
At the count of three, they lifted Max onto the stretcher Emma had placed on the canvas and carried him from the ring.
"I can make men like Max talk!" stated Lady Donna.
"You're not going to hurt him!"
"No, just the opposite."
They were in the alley between the Amazonia Boxing Club and Zappatelli's Pizzeria. Carefully, they sat Max in the couch-sized back seat of Lady Donna's mini van.
"Well, thanks for your help capturing Max Haig. Justice Force won't forget this."
"No problem. Good luck."
The word "Josie" emerged from Max, whose head was nodding. Lady Donna climbed in and landed a karate chop midway between skull and shoulders. Stars danced in Max's head and he slumped over.
"Is he under control?" Emma asked.
"Oh yeah!"
The pair embraced and Lady Donna rode off for Justice Force HQ.

A month later, Emma received an invitation to the wedding of Max Haig and crime fighter Lady Donna. Emma smiled at the happy ending.

Saturday, August 6, 2016

Sleeper or Smother?

"What's it going to be? Sleeper or smoother?"
Beth Ann had Tom pinned to the the canvas, her legs twisted tightly around his and palms clinched on his wrists. Beth Ann's face was only a few inches from his.
"Or should I put one on your chin and leave you here to sleep it off?"
Beth Ann smiled, flashing her bedroom eyes. Tom shifted both sets of limbs, but could not break free.
"Well?" she asked, breathily, granting Tom enough room to squirm against her body.

This week marked the third anniversary of Beth Ann's membership at the Amazonia Boxing Club and wrestling Tom was part of the celebration. Well in advance of the bout, which Beth Ann proposed to Tom one afternoon in a bar, she plotted this climax, which struck Beth Ann as the perfect finish to the bout.
That Tom was physically happy to have Beth Ann pressed on him was obvious and didn't upset her at all. Beth Ann loved close contact with men, whether wrestling, boxing, or fucking. For her, there was little difference between them. The nickname for Beth Ann in the men's locker room was "The Amazon," since her large chest and muscular figure reminded so many of the mythical fighters.

If he doesn't decide now, Beth Ann thought, I'm going to punch him out!
"Smoother!" blurted Tom. "Please!"
"I knew you'd go for that. Don't move!"
She released his wrists to pull off her top, exposing her breasts. Instead of struggling to escape, Tom clasped Beth Ann's ass and gently rubbed the cheeks in anticipation.
"Better feel as much as you can, boy! It's two minutes to Dreamland!"
Beth Ann surged forward, positioning her tits over Tom's face. The boxers stared at each other in silence and Beth Ann murmured, "Sweet dreams!" burying Tom's head between her breasts.  In the first seconds, Tom enjoyed Beth Ann's flesh on his face and tried to kiss the tits that sealed off his mouth and nose. The pleasure vanished when he tried to inhale and couldn't. His arms swung rapidly in every direction, while his legs banged the canvas. Short, stifled gasps barely escaped from under Beth Ann's chest. She tightened her arms, drawing Tom deeper into her cleavage.
"You like it, Tom?! You do!"
Beth Ann titled her face down, kissing Tom's black hair. Suddenly, the limbs slowed and dizziness hit Tom hard. Tom grunted and sighed. Breathing was impossible.
"You out?" asked Beth Ann, tenderly. She gave Tom's neck a final embrace. "Yeah, you're out fucking cold."
Beth Ann released the hold and settled Tom's head on the canvas. His mouth hung open.
"You going to bother pinning him?" asked Emma the Ref. "Because I'm not going to count him out."
"I'll forgo that perk!" Beth Ann replied. She pressed up on Tom's chin until his teeth touched and then kissed her victim. Tom was out stone cold. Perfect, Beth Ann thought.
"Tell Mr. Submissive Lamb that I'll call him tomorrow!" Beth Ann told Emma the Ref and exited the ring.

She actually waited two days to call Tom, which turned out for the best. Emma the Ref had to help him from the ring when he came around. But even as his head cleared in the Recovery Room, Tom knew he was in love with Beth Ann...and horny beyond describing.
Laying in bed that night, Tom reran the memory of the breast smoother knockout in his head until he dropped into a depleted sleep.

Beth Ann called him at work, asking what he'd like for supper. She told him to be at her place at 7 p.m. After dinner and some wine, Beth took Tom by the hand and lead him to her bedroom.
Tom fucked like a man in love, which he was. They both woke late the next morning, happily exhausted.
"You really liked me to demolish you."
Tom grinned. "I did, a lot!"
"I liked destroying you, too! Tom, do you love me?"
"Yeah! I do!"
"I'm not in love with you. It's not your fault, I never loved anyone in my life." Beth Ann explained. "But I still want to see you, as much as I can. And I want to make sure everyone knows we're a couple."
"Great, tell anyone you want."
"I sure will!"
From nowhere, Beth Ann's fist smacked Tom's head.
When he woke five minutes later, Tom was on his feet in front of a full length mirror on the bedroom door. Beth Ann's deep purple seal of ownership encircled his right eye. She gave Tom an excited kiss.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Maggie Beats Up Sam

Men always noticed the tattoos that swarmed all over both of Maggie's arms. They saw her stand up tits and toned buttocks, but the cascade of red, blue and violet inked figures and symbols seemed to smack them across the face.
The skin art, along with her lean body, and Maggie's regular practice of beating men senseless in the ring caused whispers at the Amazonia Boxing Club that Maggie was a lesbian. The rumor evaporated when she laid some of the men she knocked out cold.
"If she's a dyke, she's the best actress on Earth!" one of Maggie's victim-lovers, Phil, told his friend Sam. They were having an after work beer.
"And you just challenged her?" asked Sam.
"Oh yeah. No standing on ceremony with Maggie. We fought the same day."
Sam had watched the tattooed woman tear through Phil. Limp and bruised all over, Phil was carried off in round three.
"And you and her fucked that night?"
"The next night!" Phil explained. "Give Maggie a try."

After talking with Maggie for a few minutes at a coffee shop near the Amazonia, Sam complimented her skin art, asking Maggie if he was using the right term.
"They are 'tattoos', right?"
"Yep, that's correct!" Maggie looked over her arms, extended for Sam to examine.
"Do they have a special meaning?" Sam inquired. All he saw was jumble of figures and symbols.
"Yes. I get a tat for every man I knock out with my fists. I got my first one when I was nineteen!"
"These are all men you fought?"
"Not all. I'd be covered completely if that was the case. These are just the special ones."
"Special how...if I can ask?"
"Special as in they were a good fight or a good fuck...or both."
She pointed to the number "19" in vibrant cherry tones, perched on Maggie's left shoulder. "My first male opponent when I was in the police academy...Tony. He was great, I popped him out early in the match. Everyone was surprised, including me!" Maggie grinned. "We were together for two years."
Sam pressed his finger cautiously on a white and crimson image of two poker cards, side by side, the ace and two of hearts.
" 'Two Round Tommy'," Maggie answered. I knocked him out cold in the middle of round two. Tommy and I were married for five years."
"They're very beautiful, Maggie. You should be proud."
"I am, thanks."
The portrait of male and female faces being hammered by an immense black boxing glove leaped out from Maggie's right bicep.
"Who are they?" Sam asked.
"The man is Jon from a year ago." Maggie pressed a finger on Jon's image. "I sent him to dreamland in round five and we fucked the same night."
"The woman?"
Maggie stabbed the female face with her nail. "Jon's girl. She objected to us messing around, so I settled the matter with her in the ring. She was in the hospital for a week." Maggie smiled widely. "What are you doing tonight, Sam?"

"What's the blank space for?"

Maggie was on top of Sam, where she had been all night. She glanced at the patch of untouched flesh  below the "19" tattoo. "Kiss it!" she told Sam. "Now!"
Sam pressed his lips to the smooth skin.
"That space is for you."
"For me?" Sam echoed.
"I could knock you out so fast you wouldn't know it happened!"
Sam pictured the naked body pressed against him dressed in boxing gear. "Yeah, whenever you're ready, Maggie."

 By round four, Maggie was wearing Sam down, working him mostly in the mid section, with occasional head shots to keep the stars shinning brightly in his eyes.
"You gonna cum, Sam?!"  Maggie whispered in her opponent's face, pounding his belly. Sam only grunted after each punch landed. Maggie's voice and the female spectators cheering her on from ringside where millions of miles away. Maggie pasted Sam twice on the jaw.
Then she stepped away from her victim, believing he was headed for the canvas. Sam was still, arms dangling, mouth agape, eyes nearly shut. Birds were singing loudly in his ears.
Maggie silently calculated the force needed and threw her fist. The upper cut jerked Sam's head back, switching off the lights.
Emma the Ref moved in, shoving back Maggie, who was screaming "Get up bitch! Get up, you bitch!" at the lifeless fighter. Emma waved in the seconds, Desiree and Kaylee, who loaded Sam onto a stretcher and moved him to the recovery room. Maggie loved the dreamy smile Sam's face as he went by.

Three weeks later Sam got a text from Maggie: "Come look at my new tattoo!"
Sam marveled at the new tat as the morning sun illuminated the sleeping Maggie's shoulder. It was a likeness of himself in boxing gear, unconscious on the canvas. Inside the dream bubble over his head was a Valentine's heart, pierced by Cupid's arrow. The tattoo version of Sam smiled as he dreamed.

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Tommy's Contusion Benefits

Two things happened to Tommy after losing a boxing match to Naomi the Amazon. Tommy developed a serious shiner on his right eye. Second, for weeks afterward he got laid - a lot.
It was a private bout between Tommy and the African-American battler, held after midnight at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Since he loved muscle girls, he went into the ring half expecting Naomi to fuck him after the bout. Instead, the kindergarten teacher pounded Tommy's face three times before dispatching him to dreamland. Naomi didn't bother with a ten count, she just left Tommy sprawled on his back.
A few days later a guy, who didn't know about the match, asked Tommy how he got the black eye. Tommy answered, "From Naomi the Amazon" and word spread quickly, because men weren't supposed to admit they were injured by a woman, although it happened all the time at the Amazonia.
Some guys laughed at Tommy, but that was drowned out by women asking for details of the beating. "How did it feel to get pounded and knocked out by a woman?" most of them asked. The more specifics Tommy provided, the more excited the women became, until one told Tommy she needed sex with him right there.
They fucked. Tommy began adding new, vivid details to the story.

When Suli asked for a fight, Tommy was surprised. He had seen her around the gym and wanted her, and knew she was partners with Kiki in the You're Out! mixed fighting sessions service. Tommy assumed Suli was building the client base.
"No, this one's on me!" she said as the pair climbed into the ring. Suli admitted to being aroused by Tommy's black eye and the tale of how he got it.
"I'm going to do the same to you, horn dog, just a lot faster!"
The bell signaled to the two fighters. Suli and Tommy danced in a closing circle around each other, like opposite poles of two magnets.
"Suli, you are damn beautiful!"
"Thank you! Know what you are, honey stick?"
Tommy felt an explosion and he thought, as everything closed own, "Time to sleep!" He did a slow El Foldo to the canvas, dreaming he was going down on Suli.
Tommy woke naked on a motel room bed, Suli standing over him in her pink undies, flexing her biceps.
"Nap time's over! Play time's started!" Suli explained.

If you didn't know her well, you'd mistake the look in Amelia's eyes for love. At twenty-three, she barely understood what the word meant. She was consumed with sexual fascination for Tommy and his contusion.
Tommy stood with her in the ring, staring back into her eyes and feeling pretty horny himself. The petite Asian-American girl wore light blue, low cut sweatpants, a white spots bra, and pink boxing gloves..
"Did you come ready to fight, Amelia?"
Amelia nodded in the affirmative, not breaking eye contact. "Did that hurt?" she asked, pointing her glove at Tommy's right eye.
"Yeah. Naomi trounced me."
"It's like she kissed you."
Tommy looked at Amelia's exposed jaw, realizing he could finish this before it started. But would Amelia want to fuck when she came around?
Tommy raised his gloves to waist level, partially extending them. Amelia did nothing but stare and grin.
"Amelia, let's touch gloves."
"Sure...touch gloves..."
Amelia's grin widened.
"Sweetie, go back to your corner so we can box."
"Box?" Amelia pressed a deep kiss on her opponent's lips. "Why you wanna fight, Tommy?'re cute!"
The male fighter surrendered. "Amelia, there's something I have to tell you."
The girl's eyes brightened.
"Yeah! What?"
"To say 'good night' to Daddy!"
Amelia's face jerked toward the ceiling, but she didn't fall. Her lips began to move. Tommy couldn't hear what she was murmuring at first.
" with..your ...away!..."
"Okay, come to Daddy!" Tommy said, kneeling down. Amelia melted over his shoulder and he shifted her into a comfortable carrying position.

Although Tommy changed into street cloths before leaving the Amazonia, Amelia was still clad in her boxing outfit and gloves when she was carried into her bedroom.
Tommy took a few digital pictures of the slumbering girl fighter, so lovely and vulnerable, motionless on the mattress. He was proud of sucker punching the inexperienced warrioress.
"Amelia! Amelia! Wake up, my little honey pot!"
Tommy gently slapped Amelia's face. Eyes wincing, she emerged slowly from sleep.
" did..I get"
"I drove you home from the Club." Tommy explained, removing her boxing gloves.
"Was I...knocked out?"
"For the count and more!"
Tommy pitched away the gloves and helped Amelia sit up. She blinked a few times to focus her thoughts.
"Did I go a few rounds at least?" asked the girl, staring up at her opponent.
"No, I slugged you when you didn't expect it."
Amelia twisted her face in confusion. "You took me!"
"You're too lovely not to knock out, Amelia!"
Pulling Tommy down by his shirt, Amelia purred, "Take me again!"

On the morning drive home, Tommy stopped at a florist and had red roses sent to Amelia.

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Maria's Rules

Maria was what most men termed "plus size," but her full thighs and tits made her very attractive, especially to the guy standing across the ring. She wasn't upset at Eddie for challenging her to a boxing match simply because he wanted to fuck her. From other men, Maria had learned such opponests were blind to the contradiction of wanting to make love to and box the same woman. The two impulses were one desire for them, so Maria defused the situation by knocking them out cold. The opponents who realized, post KO, that they were "screwed up," Maria spent the night with. But no relationship came of these pairings. Maria wanted another sort of mate.

"Here's my rules, Eddie, so we have no misunderstanding!"
Eddie, medium height, in good shape, average looks, nodded. "Go ahead."
"We're both here because you want to get with me and I'm willing to give you a chance. We clear so far?"
Eddie was disoriented by Maria's directness, but admitted he understood.
"So this will be simple: If you knock me out, we're a couple. But if I put you down, you're back at square one."
The challenger surveyed Maria's biceps. "I can try again if I lose?"
"Sure. As often as you want. I like you. So you're clear about the parameters?"
"Yes!" Eddie enthused.
The third punch actually put Eddie to sleep, which made Maria sad. She didn't want such a nice guy to hurt too much.
She gave Eddie a slow ten count, but the felled warrior never stirred after his face down landing.
Planting the same affectionate kiss on Eddie she gave all her victims, Maria collected her stuff and left.

She didn't hear from Eddie for a month, which was longer than she expected. Gossip in the women's locker room at the Amazonia Boxing Club said Eddie had hooked up with a few, twenty something gym bunnies since his defeat.
"Well, are those sluts there for any other reason?" Maria told her friend, Jasmine.
Maria assumed Eddie had given up in search of easier women, until she received a text, asking for a rematch.

This time the bout lasted three rounds. Maria let it go that long and found Eddie was good fighter, if you didn't sucker punch him in the opening seconds of the fight.
But in time...
The lone upper cut lifted Eddie a few inches in the air. Maria was pleased to see his eyes close in mid flight. Maria rolled Eddie on his back. He had a smile on his lips, despite being unconscious. That's more like it, Maria thought. Pulling down the front of his trunks, she gently fingered his erection.
"Just like I expected," she murmured, putting the waistband back in place. "Let's give Eddie a taste to whet his appetite!"

Maria spent the night with Eddie a week later. He described her to his friends as "a powerhouse fuck" and the "best in years," which it was.
Eddie wanted more, but Maria did not reply to cell phone calls, emails or text messages.  Total silence. Eddie was in love and completely cut off.
When he started seeing bouts between Maria and other men, most of them ending with the male carried from the ring, Eddie went from frustrated to angry. He demanded a second date with Maria, but the meeting place would be a boxing ring.

"I've been busy," Maria explained when she finally faced Eddie.
"So I saw." Eddie replied. Maria thought his pissed off tone was just right. "The rules are the same, got it?"
"Got it!"
Eddie was aggressive this time, but not careless. Each round that went by, he maneuvered Maria closer to a corner until the fifth, when he fixed her on a turnbuckle and opened up.
Maria made only a brief defense against Eddie's onslaught. Pain exploded all over her body until she began to slump.
Even though her vision was blurring, Maria felt the barrage of fists diminish and become more precise.
Yes! Now! she implored Eddie, consciousness drifting away. The punches became a song that she followed until darkness took her in a lover's embrace.

Maria awoke to Eddie calling her name desperately. Sitting upright against the ropes where she had fallen after succumbing to the knock out, she smiled at her new lover.

Wednesday, June 15, 2016


After two years of auditions and bit parts, Kiki's acting career was moving. Commercial directors had taken a liking to her devilish sexuality to sell products as varied as lingerie and sports cars. As a result, Kiki took on Suli as a partner in her session work. The new girl, 32 year old, took up the work instantly. The Asian-American body builder had a personal passion for beating up men, especially potential boyfriends and seized the chance to earn a good living doing it.
Much of the client contact happened at The Amazonia Boxing Club, where Suli met up with Gordy. As with a lot men wired like Gordy, Suli found him to be sweet- natured and intelligent. The clincher for Suli was the way Gordy looked at her breasts - like he wanted to fight a woman and lose.

Emma the Ref was the only person in the ring when Suli and Gordy squared off at the Amazonia. Judging by the aggressive smirk on the woman's face and the longing in Gordy's blue eyes, Emma knew this wasn't going to take much of her time. As she waved the combatants together, Emma marvelled at the different varieties of fore play there were.
"You ready to sleep, Gordy?" asked Suli, who was a few inches taller than Gordy. This provided Gordy the thrill of her sharp brown eyes burning into him.
From the start of Round One, Suli taunted Gordy, keeping away from his punches. Gordy swung fast and wide, as if he were attempting to embrace or cop a feel from Suli, instead of actually fighting.
His dick is out ahead of his brain, Suli thought. In the next round, she went to work in earnest.

At first they were just taps on the face and chest, to get him more worked up than he already was. Then Suli turned up the force behind her fists and saw Gordy falter from the progressive battering.
As the match continued, Suli informed Gordy of what his duties were going to be when he came around.
"After smooching my ass cheeks, which I know you're dying to do!" Suli declared between hammering Gordy's skull. "You're going to give me the best cunny you know how until I tell you to stop!"
The vision of Suli's dark haired pussy made Gordy want the fight over immediately.
Within in a minute, Suli made his desire a reality.
The amazon put one hard punch in Gordy's midsection, leaving him unable to breath. A flash upper cut spun the ring in circles for the male fighter, giving Suli a moment to enjoy his comic stumbling. When her target lurched forward, limbs flying, Suli made sure it was directly into a double body shot. Pain made Gordy groan loudly and blinded him to the left-right combination hurtling at his jaw.
Gordy briefly opened his eyes. He was on his back, arms and legs filled with lead. Emma the Ref was calling out numbers. Suli was yelling,"He's fucking out cold! This pussy is sleeping!"
Gordy knew he'd been knocked out.

He was nearly standing when he woke, being supported by Suli's strong arms. She lead him to his corner and hooked his arms over the top ropes. Random stars still burst in multicolored explosions around his lolling head. Emma the Ref was gone from the ring.
"Eyes on me, Gordy!"
Gordy saw Suli was removing her boxing gloves slowly.  Hands free, she unlaced her boots, then pulled off her top and tight shorts, followed by her panties.  Gordy smiled dreamily. The naked Suli was exactly what he expected: muscular, with big round tits and pussy nested between powerful thighs.
"I'm going to let you kiss it," she promised. "But I have a present for you first."
Gordy watched Suli put her gloves back on and flex her biceps in his face.
"These muscles are going to knock you out in a minute. And not for a cat nap like you just took. When I hit a man like you, they're out for the night!"
She ordered Gordy to kiss her biceps which he did, lovingly.
"Good boy! Lights out, banana dick!"
Hard pain rammed Gordy's skull. He fell limp and senseless across Suli's shoulder.

Potent erotic dreams crowded his sleeping brain - the time he wrestled his ex girlfriend Jasmine, boxing Kerry Washington and making it with a gym bunny named Cathy. Suli informed Gordy later that he creamed himself three times on the ride back to his apartment.

When Gordy recovered from the second knockout, he and Suli fucked. She was his first muscle girl and Gordy gave in without a struggle to her body and personality.

"Come here, Gordy!"
Gordy sat up on his bed, half zonked despite having slept late. Suli opened her overnight bag and removed a right hand, white boxing glove. Gordy's heart raced.
"Our session was great!" she purred, pulling on the glove. "I have to go now...and so do you..."
Suli looked at the glove and then at Gordy with seductive menace. "Come on...get up!"
without realizing it, Gordy was on his feet. Suli kissed her client one last time.
"I'll see you in my dreams, Gordy!"
The uppercut's force flung Gordy on the mattress. After she dressed, Suli kissed the unconscious male, called him an "asshole" and went home.

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Harley Quinn's Further Adventures in Crime Fighting

Harley Quinn was a week recovering from her encounter with professional thief Marcus Apted and his protegee, Paula,  who first black jacked and later punched out Harley during her attempt to arrest the criminal duo.
Gabe, Harley's new boyfriend, came along on the mission. Paula only had to KO him once.
Scarlet Vixen, Harley's mentor in the all female crime fighting organization, Justice Force,  kept faith in the former criminal. After Harley was released from the hospital, Scarlet Vixen ordered her to bring in Apted.

"Nobody's here, Harley, I thought they'd both be home!"
Gabe's observation broke the silence in the spacious pent house apartment, inhabited by Apted and Paula, according to intelligence reports.
"Did they know we were coming?' asked Harley in a whisper.
"Maybe." Gabe responded, searching the well appointed living room. "Do you smell something funny?"
"No, Puddin, I don't."
"I do...reminds me of the dentist office for some reason."
Harley glared at her boyfriend. "You say weird things sometimes."
Gabe thought back to his dental checkup with Dr. Slaughter and his assistant, Carmella, a dark haired beauty who regularly shoved her cleavage in Gabe's face while cleaning his teeth. I wish just once Carmella would give me a quickie in that dental chair, Gabe thought, visualizing the event in detail.
"Ya know, Puddin...I do smell.." Harley was light headed. A honey like scent grew stronger. Gabe couldn't move his legs.
"Harley..I think...we're being...hit..."
Harley sniffed around her. "Knock...out...gas...whadya know...?"
Both crime fighters swayed on their feet, arms dangling, eye lids heavy. Gabe knew he could satisfy Carmella if only he could show her the...
Gabe went off his feet. Harley shifted her blurry vision to her lover.
"Yep, Puddin! You were right!" Harley's eyes closed. "Sure Gabe...of course I'll marry you..."
Harley slept beside Gabe.

"They're both out."
Paula was looking in the middle of three computer monitors located in the panic room of the pent house apartment. "What next?"
Apted joined her. "The gas will dissipate in five minutes. After that, you transport the boyfriend to the drop area. He's of no use to us."
The "drop area" was a second class motel on Route 3 in Seacaucus, N.J. Gabe would wake there in a few hours, far from home.
"And Miss Quinn?" Paula asked when she detected Apted's vision lingering on the ass and thighs of the unconscious woman.
"I'll question her. I think Miss Quinn will be very cooperative when she finds out we've relocated her paramour."
"And we sell all the information she gives us about Justice Force to the Sisterhood of Evil?" asked Paula, remembering the bottom line.
"For an obscene amount of money!"
Paula knew that, by tomorrow, they would be a few million dollars richer. Marcus' earning power was
one of the main things she loved about him. But she was suspicious of what interrogation methods Marcus planned to use on Harley Quinn. Looking at Gabe on the monitor, she thought he was very cute. She had information retrieval methods of her own.

Gabe woke in a small, neat, sun filled motel room that looked out on a very busy Route 3.  "Harley?" he asked, looking around, until he saw Paula standing next to the bed, wearing only her black lingerie. "Where's Harley?"
"She's perfectly safe and sound, don't worry. She will join us soon."
"Safe with Marcus Apted! She is not safe with the man she's supposed to arrest!"
Paula bent with one knee onto the mattress and climbed on top of Gabe. "Why don't we relax?"
"Relax? I love Harley!"
"And I love Marcus..."Paula grinned as she inventoried her thoughts. "...mostly. You know Gabe, since I clobbered you during our first encounter..."
"That was you?"
"Yep...I've wanted to get with you. I wondered about your...kick...stand!"
Their eyes were now locked together.
"Kick stand!?" asked Gabe, whose panting was just audible.
"Yeah." The pair fell into a kiss. "Gabe, start with my garters..slowly..."

Harley Quinn was dizzy for a few minutes after the KO gas wore off. When she attempted to sit up on the bed where Apted had placed her, Harley fell back.
"Just relax."
The voice sounded caring. Harley looked up at Marcus Apted and frowned in sour disappointment. "I'm really starting to not like you, Marcus Apted!"
"That's a shame. I am liking you more and more Harley." He pulled a chair to Harley's side of the bed. "You're probably wondering why I'm still here?"
"No!" answered Harley emphatically and turned her back to Apted.
"Please Harley, don't be like this."
"And NEVER call me Harley!"
"Why not? We're friends here. No one, neither you nor your pet boy Gabe, is going to get hurt."
 Harley rolled back to Apted. "Last time you KOed me twice! I was laid up for a week!"
"I am sorry, truly I am. Paula gets very jealous, thinks I have feelings for you."
The crime fighter's eyes softened.  "She you..?"
"You're a beautiful woman, Miss Quinn. I would have to be blind not to see that. I think you are a very special woman."
"Call me Harley..."
"Of course. I can see the real Harley, the girl no one ever really understood."
Harley quavered before responding and Apted swept her into a long kiss. In their embrace, Harley surrendered to him.
Apted soundlessly pulled down the zipper on the back of Harley's multicolored body suit and removed the fools cap. When he started to take off her eye mask, Harley shouted "No! Not the mask!"
Apted decided  sex with a masked woman might be fun and kissed Harley again.

Gabe was completely spent after three hours with Paula.
She had tell him twice to get dressed before Marcus arrived.
After they cleaned up, Gabe took Paula in his arms. "Let's pick up where we left off!"
"Wait, Gabe, is that your wallet on the floor?"
"Where?" Gabe searched the area at their feet, while Paula removed a small cell phone from her pocket. She held it just a few inches from Gabe's face and pressed SEND. A stream of pink gas exploded in Gabe's face.
Gabe relaxed and was heavily asleep in Paula's arms. Paula kissed his forehead and let him drop to the bed.

Marcus Apted uncorked a bottle of champagne, picked up two glasses, and brought them to Harley, who sat up on the bed, arms crossed, sulky and unresponsive.
"Let's toast what has been a wonderful afternoon!" Apted suggested, offering her a half filled glass. Harley made no effort to accept it.
The afternoon had worked out exactly as he had planned. Apted had no real plans to interrogate his captive, only seduce her into fucking him. The payment for the information gained for The Sisterhood of Evil was in fact for a art forgery Apted had executed without Paula's knowledge.
Harley hesitated to betray the trust of the man she loved, but Apted was so sympathetic and charming that Harley quickly went under his masculine spell.
Now she was frowning at a glass of Mercier 1997.
"You were the happiest blond on Earth an hour ago! What happened?"
Firing at Marcus her best "What, are you stupid?" glare, Harley said "I cheated on Gabe!"
"Yes, that's right. You'll want some of this." Marcus waved the champagne in her direction.
More sulking.
"You weren't very guilt ridden two hours ago," Marcus noted, setting down the glass.
"Fuck you!"
Marcus abruptly stifled the response "When you're ready!"  and worked on a solution.
"I'm sorry, Harley, for being so insensitive. Clearly my out of control desire made me disregard what you and Gabe have."
"Damn right! I have the guilt. I get a good man in my life and I betray him!"
Apted grunted, aware of how much Harley felt for Gabe. Like I put a gun to her head, he thought.
"Stay here Harley, I'll be right back."

"What's that?" Harley asked, panic in her voice.
"This epi pin holds the correct dose of an anterograde amnesia drug that will..."
"You're trying to roofie me!"
Apted sighed to control his temper.
"...that will erase your memory of what we did for the last three hours, without damaging any other of your mental faculties."
"Don't you understand, Apted? I've been trying to change and be good, and do good to those who love me...and Gabe loves me!"
Harley went on explaining what a horrible mistake she had made as she got into her body suit. Apted recognized the authentic remorse in her voice. When Harley bent over to pick up her jester headgear, Apted admired her ass one last time and jabbed the epi pin into her left buttock.
Harley yelled sharply and turned to Apted. "Why did you do that! You jerk! I don't want to..."
Harley's eyes glazed over and she wobbled on her feet. Apted took her in his arms and shifted her gently to the bed.
"Listen to me Harley! Are you?"
Harley felt like she was in flight even as her eyes began to close. She nodded as strongly as she could.
"You will not remember the last three hours. All you will recall is being gassed out with Gabe at your side. Do you understand?"
Harley went out, slumped against Marcus Apted, who slipped her cowl back on.

"The deposit just arrived in the off shore account," said Paula, looking up from the display on her tablet. "Five million dollars."
"Excellent," Apted responded. "I knew Miss Quinn would provide."
"How did you get her to talk?"
"A quick shot made everything better. I assume Gabe hadn't much to say."
Paula nodded her head. "Not much talking here."
Apted grinned to himself and took out a small cell phone.
"Hello...911?..There's a couple in room 69 of the No Tell Motel on Route 3, they appear to be I don't know who they are...good.."Apted provided the exact address and Paula went out to start the car. "They seem okay..breathing is fine..I think they're I can't wait I have no name.."
Apted reconfirmed the address, said good bye and hurled the cell phone across the parking lot and onto the highway.
"Let's get dinner." he suggested to Paula. They raced down the highway to the sound of sirens approaching from the opposite direction.