Ele

I was still friends with Ele after our romance ended, so she asked me to referee her apartment boxing match with Jena. I accepted. At least Ele was still thinking of me and, who knows, helping her might be beneficial down the road.
Leaning next to the closed door of her bedroom, I asked Ele if she was ready. Her opponent, Jena, had just stepped out of the bathroom where she dressed for combat.
"In a second, Bill," the voice called out to me.
Jean, a lean brunette with lively brown eyes and enticing smile, waited in the living room that had been cleared of furniture and covered with blue gym mats and pillows. Occasionally, Jena idly threw punches with her light-blue boxing gloves, glancing my direction. She was actually waiting for Ele to appear. Both women were very mad at each other.
The bedroom door swung open and Ele walked out, wearing only a black lace bra and dark blue shorts and boxing gloves, of course. She was slimmer than her adversary, lanky really. I felt that old spark inside when I saw her. She was in great shape and her smile was still enchanting.
"You ready, Jena?" I asked when all three of us stood together.
"Yeah!" Jena was determined. "I hope you're ready to go to the hospital, Ele?"
Ele fastened her eyes on Jena like she was about to knife the brunette. "Don't strain your little brain worrying about it. Bill knows First Aid, which is good news for you!"
I decided to try once and give up. The fight was going to end with one of these women out for the count and I worried it would be Ele.
"Before you two get underway, I want to say there is no point to beating each other black and blue over a guy."
Ele and Jena looked at me perplexed.
"Tony was my man!" Ele said to me like I was a slow child.
"Now he is mine!" taunted Jena.
"Bitch!" Ele spat.
"Okay..fine..." I stepped away from the fighters. "Ready? Box!"
Jena barely touched Ele's gloves before throwing the opening punch, tagging Ele flush on her cheek. My ex-girlfriend staggered a few paces and then righted herself. Jena was stifling laughter.
Ele came back swinging and Jena was waiting. A whirlwind of punches erupted between them. Jena worked Ele's midsection, while Ele did her best to bruise Jena's pretty face.
One of Ele's left hooks plowed into Jena's chin. The brunette was thrown off her feet and into the air, her arms and feet spread out wildly as she landed on the mats.
I began the count, praying the fight would be over quickly. Judging by the look in Jena's eyes as she rose to her feet as I called out "SIX," that wasn't going to happen.
Jena swayed briefly and waded back into the donnybrook. The two swung at each other with deliberation, inflicting maximum pain being their goal.
Jena's size advantage began to weaken Ele; punches alternating between punishing head and body shots. Sagging from the assault, Ele was fading. Jena slowed her blows, concentrating on surgical strikes on Ele's jaw, rocking the girl's head side to side.
"Jena, Christ Almighty, end it!" I shouted.
Halting suddenly, Jena looked at me. "Yeah? Okay!"
Before I could react, two rapid upper cuts, a left and then a right, smashed Ele's chin. Ele stood completely still, head back to the ceiling, eyelids open just a crack - she was out on her feet. Cackling mercilessly, Jena nudged Ele's shoulder, sending her to the mats, where Ele lay unmoving.
I got the ten count over as quickly as possible. "Help me get her in the bedroom?!" I told Jena.
"What? Let her lay there, the loser!"
"Grab her legs, Jena!"
We placed Ele on her bed. The unconscious girl let out a series of sigh and moans, signaling that she was, slowly, coming back to reality. Seeing her in sleeping on the bed reminded me of our time together.
"I'm out of here, you can help Sleeping Beauty when she wakes up," Jena sneered. "And tell her Tony is mine!"
I walked down to the parking garage with Jena.
"How did you feel seeing your ex get worked over, Bill?" Jena teased me as she opened the driver side door of her sedan.
"Makes me feel kind of like this..."
WHAP!
My left hook put Jean out instantly. I caught her as she sagged and placed her gently behind the wheel of her car. I fished the cell phone from her hand bag and texted a message to Tony as to where he could find his girl.
When I got back to Ele's apartment, she was awake and sitting on a chair in the kitchen. She looked miserable.
"How you feel, Ele?" I asked, filling a bag with ice.
"Like I'm swimming in an ocean of stars," she answered. "Where's the bitch?"
I handed Ele the ice bag, which she pressed to her face. "She's waiting for her ride."

Alice in Dreamland

  
Alice was slow about going to bed with guys she liked. This was not out of moral or religious considerations; they had little influence on a woman who had so many one night stands. The men she wanted long term had to wait because Alice first needed to box with them in her basement gym. Alice usually fought these men wearing nothing but her red boxing gloves.
The potential lovers had to be knocked unconscious for Alice to fully enjoy the sex that was bound to follow. So Alice had to know two things before she stepped into the ring with any man: 1.) did he behave like a gentleman  before their bout , and 2.) was he a better fighter than her. Alice wanted to be sure she was safe during the private match and she didn't want to be the one who got knocked out.
And the system worked. Alice deftly weeded the impatient from the patient and gave the relationship the physical nurturing it needed for a month and then got her intended in the ring.
The men were so astounded at seeing Alice naked when she removed her silk dressing gown, that the fight didn't last very long.  No later than round three Alice delivered just the right punch and

WHAM!!

her new boyfriend was on his back, where she liked them best, sleeping through the ten count. Most were equally surprised to wake up in Alice's bed.

While conducting try outs for a long term boyfriend, Alice met Chris. They were regulars at the Amazonia Boxing Club, so Alice wondered why they had not hooked up earlier.
Chris performed perfectly during the one month probation. He was a born gentleman and during the sparring matches with Alice, he could never seem to be put her completely in her place.Alice got horny very fast. She had Chris in her basement gym after their second sparring match.
Like the previous contenders, Chris stood amazed at the naked woman parading her body around the ring, throwing punches in the air before the fight started.
"Do you think I might do you some damage, Chris?"
When the automatic buzzer squawked, Alice charged Chris only to be halted a few feet in front of him by Chris's open glove clasping her throat.
"What the fuck are you doing!" Alice was barely able to choke out, her fists swinging rapidly at Chris but never connecting.
"Knocking you out!" Chris explained.
BAM!!
The upper cut launched Alice into the stratosphere. She felt herself rise up gently, head back, arms at her side. Alice saw bright stars twinkle blue and yellow and the dancing northern lights. Floating contentedly, her eyes closed and Alice went into dreamy sleep.
Alice had no sensation of slamming onto the canvas.

Alice dreamed she was a cave woman, with lovely blond locks, stand up tits and fine hips and buttocks. She was the most desirable female in the cave clan.
Wanting to settle down and start a family, Caveman Chris silently crept behind Alice as she was decorating the walls of her cave. He raised the wooden club to the right angle above Alice's head and brought it down forcefully.
BONG!!
Alice went stiff as she smiled. Her eyes fluttered a few time and then closed. Chris carried the limp cave woman over his shoulder to his own cave. It was the way Alice always wanted to be taken.

Like her previous male competitors, Alice woke in her bed. Her vision cleared and focused on Chris who was seated at her side. "What the hell happened?" she demanded in a low moan.
"I knocked you out, like I promised." Chris said, smiling.
Alice's face hurt, but the elation generated by her dream was still with her. "Why did you clobber me so fast?"
"Guys talk at the Amazonia, you know. And the word is: 'If you want to get laid by Alice, take your KO lumps. It's worth it.' But I figured instead of laying down to you, that you should lay down for me!"
Chris placed an ice pack on Alice's bruised jaw. Suddenly, she found it hard not to look at Chris.

Abuelo's Boxing Gloves

It was difficult, looking at Sonia, to accept her defeating so many men. One time she boxed two brothers on the same Friday night at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Sonia gave them the sweetest, sexiest smile as she watched both opponents carried from the ring.
Sonia wasn't cruel in her heart. The harder she hit an adversary, and she only fought males, the happier she felt until a joyous passion for the loser engulfed her during the ten count. After the bouts, generally a day or two, she would fuck the defeated, hoping to take the edge off the humiliation they felt at being publically clobbered by a slight girl.
A skinny, black Cuban of twenty-four, Sonia had alluringly small breasts and twiggy legs. She credited her multiple victories not to distracting horny challengers with her pretty face long enough to knock them out, but to the almost magic boxing gloves that once belonged to her maternal grandfather.
"My abuelo never lost a fight with these," she told her second, Desiree, after stepping over an unconscious male. "And I'm never going to lose wearing these!"
Seeing potential in his ten year old nieta when she bloodied up the faces of two boys foolish enough to tease her, Sonia's abuelo named her "Destructra" and taught her to fight. After graduating from college, Sonia moved to the city, get a job as a kindergarten teacher and joined the Amazonia. Until the day she encountered Jon Amur, the winning streak was unbroken.

Jon Amur strode into the ring and knocked Sonia out for longer than the ten count. The upper cut landed perfectly on Sonia's chin and her eyes clicked shut.
Though she was in a deep knockout, a sweet feeling of release coarsed in Sonia. Sonia was smiling as Emma the Ref counted her out. The potent lover in Sonia's dream held her in his strong arms, pleasuring her ceaselessly.
Emma the Ref and Desiree carried the sleeping girl to her corner, settling her in the folding chair where they checked her rolled up eyes and massaged her neck.
Sonia was insensible for five minutes and had to be walked to the dressing room.

Four nights later she had sex with Jon Amur in her apartment. The next morning, Sonia was dizzy and stupid in love. As they ate breakfast, she related her entire life story and when she finished the breathless narrative, Amur carried her back to bed,
He was gone when she woke in the early afternoon. Sonia texted Amur a message and began cleaning up her bedroom. As  she got her gym equipment together, Sonia discovered abuelo's boxing gloves were missing.
"And you're going to have to fight me to get them back!" Jon Amur told her when he called minutes after the theft was discovered.
Love and rage boiled in Sonia. She agreed to the match and promised Amur he would suffer for his transgression. Amur laughed and hung up.

Sonia was enraged  further when she saw Amur standing in his corner wearing the missing items. She fought ferociously for three rounds, but the talismanic energies of the gloves wore her down. Amur delivered a right hook that put Sonia out on her feet.
"Time for you to lose, Sonia," Amur whispered in the dazed girl's ear. One at a time, he hooked her dangling arms around the top rope. "When I knock out a woman like I'm about to shellac you, she's out till the next morning! And I'm going to use your grandfather's boxing gloves to do it!"
Sonia's final thought was a pained and hopeless "NO!!"
BAM!!

No erotic dreams illuminated Sonia's slumber. She slept peacefully until, as Jon Amur promised, she came around ten hours later.
For most of the next day, Sonia looked out the hospital room window, nodded to the nurses that came and went and talked to the doctors about her diagnosis, all the time brooding on her loss.
After dinner, a volunteer brought Sonia a box that had been left earlier. Inside was her grandfather's boxing gloves. Beneath them was a single red rose, that Sonia sniffed lovingly.