No More

The deep purple crescent bruise under Desiree's right eye took more than a week to fade. The fight had gone six rounds and by its conclusion, had gotten pretty rough.
Alicia knew two things about Desiree as a fighter even before they stepped into the ring.
First, Desiree was easily excited (and then exhausted) when provoked by a female opponent she found attractive. Alicia wore tight, high cut trunks and a clingy top for their match, pressing Desiree into skintight clinches whenever possible.
And second, the result of all the over excitement was Desiree's inability to guard her head.
Alicia gave her adversary the black eye at the end of the fourth round, and kept up the assault for the next, flooring the weakened girl three times before putting Desiree to sleep with a pounding right hook to the jaw.
For the five minutes she slumbered, Desiree heard the voice of Peter, her trainer-boyfriend, and saw his handsome face and naked body as they made love. Vivid pleasure pulsed in Desiree's body, distorting her lover's voice as it dripped in her ears and transformed into honey. Buxom women with scorching red eyes joined Peter in thrusting into the unconscious girl. They kissed Desiree's thighs, caressed her breasts and licked her pussy.
When Desiree's eyes opened, she saw Peter and Emma the Ref leaning over her.
"Ouuuuhhhh..." Desiree mumbled, her vision focusing as her face started to throb. "Peter....don't stop!"

For the two weeks Desiree was missing from the Amazonia Boxing Club, she rested at home. She took medical leave from the accounting firm she worked at and read Claire Morgan's detective novels. The only interruptions were check-up calls from Peter, a trainer at the Amazonia.
She and Peter and become lovers soon after Desiree joined the Amazonia, desperate to learn how to box. She had a girlfriend, another fight trainer named Grace. Grace manipulated her lover into a bout she was unready for and had the joy of watching Desiree beaten senseless. The pair split soon after and though many women took Grace's place, Desiree's emotional bond to Peter strengthened. A few weeks after Grace vanished, student and trainer moved in together.

Akeisha joined the Amazonia from Blake Mitchell University. The school's budget problems caused the cancellation of the women's boxing program. The soon to graduate senior wanted to continue her boxing training and was assigned to Peter during the first week of Desiree's recuperation.
Building on Akeisha's considerable talent and trainging, instruction proceeded quickly, a pleasant surprise for Peter. The pretty black girl moved like liquid mercury during a match, her defenses always up, deploying punches and jabs with smooth determination. Peter studied her thighs and biceps as they flexed when Akeisha sparred or worked the heavy bag and remembered that Desiree possessed am identical physical intensity. Akeisha was built bigger than his girlfriend, which Peter found enticing.

Desiree was confused when she discovered Peter's infidelity.
The realization took a long time because the older man's physical eagerness for "his Dez," as Peter called her, never waned. Desiree would often glance at Peter, her bedroom eyes flaring. For a second Peter gazed at Desiree's black eye and grabbed the small girl lustily, kissing her warmly as he carried her into their bedroom. When they made love, Peter pretended the black eye was a gift to Desiree.
Desiree told herself Peter's affair would end quickly. When it didn't, she confronted Peter with the evidence: two hotel stays on the credit card bill and multiple rumors in the women's locker room.
Peter confessed immediately.
"I still love you Dez," he added, shamefully. "You know that!"
Desiree did know that. She also knew part of Peter's love for her was because she was the first women he'd been with since cancer had taken his wife.
"You do, don't you," was her pensive reply. Desiree mentally catalogued all the women she'd fucked since Grace left. Against those lust-fueled couplings she stacked Akeisha who Peter didn't love, but saw as desirable because Akeisha was a natural fighter like herself, in need of the same guidance that Peter had given Desiree.

The Saturday after her return to the Amazonia, Desiree waited for Peter to go to lunch with his friend's Wes and Katie, leaving Akeisha defenseless.
"We need to talk!" she said to Akeisha as her rival worked a speed bag. Desiree's voice was intent and emotionless. Akeisha turned carelessly to Desiree; knowing her reputation for impulsive behavior, Akeisha felt this was coming from her first night with Peter.
"What's up....Desiree, right?"
"You're fucking Peter!"
Akeisha looked at the smaller girl calmly, knowing the accusation was meant as a provocation.
"End it!" Desiree ordered.
"No," Akeisha replied, calmly removing her knuckle dusters, keeping her eyes on Desiree. "I like Peter. He's a good trainer and a good man. He's patient, he's certainly loved you all this time."
"Peter's spreading it where it shouldn't be!"
"Unlike you? Some girls call you lesbian peanut butter!"
"Outside!" Desiree barked.
Akeisha smiled at striking her rival's tender spot. Both girls walked into the alley way between the gym and Zappitelli's Italian Restaurant.
The pair traded insults as they circled each other, fists at their chins. Desiree faked at Akeisha's mid section and hooked a right to the chin. Akeisha's head rolled sideways and bounced back. Akeisha was unfazed by the punch.
The black girl fired back, connecting a left to Desiree's face, followed by right slipped between the shorter fighter's parted arms. Desiree cringed, but fired back
her own left-right combination to Akeisha's head.
Stepping into Keisha's downward spiral, Desiree slugged her hard in the gut.
A hot pain ripped into Akeisha. "Skinny whore!" she growled at Desiree. retreating, Akeisha straightened up and pitched two shots at Desiree, who ducked them and planted a right upper cut on Akeisha's chin.
The girl stumbled onto her ass, stretching out her arms to catch hold of the invisible ropes. Akeisha blinked twice, staring up in confusion at Desiree. After shaking her ehad clear, Akeisha stood quickly.
Barely moving from where they stood, both women began hammering each other. Akeisha threw the ten pounds she had on Desiree into every blow. Desiree was beginning to feel battered, the punches she was receiving grew faster and harder. A stinging upper cut put Desiree into the unyielding brick wall of the restaurant. The dazed girl felt her jaw fly sideways from the left hook and followed. She sagged, her legs beginning to buckle as she "oooohhh"ed in pain.
Akeisha blasted Desiree's mid section with right-left hits.
"Stop it!"
Peter was running down the alley, reaching to grab Akeisha's elbow as she cocked her arm back. He felt his body go cold as Akeisha's fist shot forward and impacted Desiree's jaw. The smaller girl sank to the group, completely unconscious.
Peter shoved Akeisha out of his way as he ran to his girlfriend.
"I knocked your Desiree out!" Akeisha announced. Peter sat the limp girl up, calling her name. He swiftly checked her pulse and then cracked her eyelids. Whites showed.
"Come on Desiree!" The panic in Peter's imploring surprised Akeisha. "I put that bitch to bed! Tell me what to do with my private life!"
Desiree moaned deeply and Peter began calling her name a second time, much louder. "Please, Dez, it's over....I swear!'
Akeisha was going to speak again, but stopped as she began to say "Peter..."
Aching disappointment speared through her.
"Christ Peter, why did you bother....get her out the ring, stop her fighting!" Akeisha shouted. "Look, this should be a lesson to you, Desiree isn't a good fighter. Get her pregnant, marry her, whatever, but get this whelp of the boxing ring!"
Peter heard every word Akeisha said, but stared at Desiree as she stirred, her lips moving.
"No.....mhore...." Desiree could still feel Akeisha's fists hitting her. She eased fully back into Peter's supporting arms. "Sta...pit....no...mhore...."
Akeisha turned away, saying she'd call an ambulance.
"No more, Dez, its over," Peter said. "I've got you now..."
Desiree's eyes opened completely and she looked blankly at Peter. The memory of who this man, who cradled her, was slowly seeping back into her head. In a minute she'd recall in detail why he was speaking so tenderly to her, but for now Desiree decided to rest.