Beatriz Slumbers

The first encounter between Andy and Beatriz didn't go well for Andy. Spotting the forty-four year old Latina in her loose top and tight skirt at the Amazonia Boxing Club, Andy started talking to her immediately. As a police officer, he should have read his suspect carefully. Beatriz was a tease, who dressed the way she did to attract male attention, which she thrived on.
"I box to keep in shape," said Beatriz, firing a distracting smile as her eyes sized up Andy. Beatriz had maneuvered them into an empty dressing room.
"It shows, especially in that skirt!"
"Yeah?"
"Hell, yeah!" Andy enthused, moving closer to Beatriz as if he were about to make a collar.
Beatriz lowered her voice. "You craving it?"
For second, Andy was baffled and said," Yeah!" like a happy child.
"Then crave this!"
WHAP!!
The knuckles of Beatriz's hard fist hit their target's chin, flinging him to the wall. He got an eye full of her ample breasts as he slid to the floor. All Andy recalled was the curvy beauty tell him, "I need you to know, no matter how hard I hit, I love..." and gave him a kiss just before he blacked out.

A few days later, Beatriz accepted Andy's challenge to a boxing match. There was twenty years between herself and the young officer, but she was not concerned. If you can knock a cute guy out once, the second time should be easy. Beatriz could tell he was angry at being sucker punched, but now his lust was stronger.
The fight was after hours at the Amazonia, in a ring Andy had reserved for between midnight and one a.m. Beatriz wore a blue bathing suit that accentuated her long legs, pleasing hips and round breasts.
"Been dreaming about me, Andy?" she asked him, banging together her boxing gloves provocatively.
"Couldn't stop, especially about what I'll make you feel."
"Feel what?"
"Yourself hit the canvas before you go out like a light!"
"Like you were?" Beatriz reminded him.
"Like you're gonna be!"
The pair circled each other once and then Andy jumped in, launching both fists. The first punch smacked Beatriz in the face, which absorbed the hit. Her upper cut slammed Andy's mid section. Beatriz followed with a pair of cruel, left-right combinations, that put Andy on his ass, dazed and frustrated.
"We done here?" she taunted. "Just let me knock you out so I can go home?"
Still disoriented, Andy got to his feet, shaking his head. Up went his fists.
The two boxers unleashed on each other, keeping very close. Beatriz told Andy how horny she was from being on top of him. Andy ignored the patter and counted the number of times Beatriz hit him. When he saw an opening, Andy landed two gut shots. Agony doubled Beatriz over, directly into the path of a rising glove.
BAM!!
Beatriz heard an explosion, which left her flat footed in front of Andy. Her glassy eyes stared expressionlessly.
"I need you to know, Beatriz, no matter how hard I hit, I love..." Andy said as Beatriz relaxed into inky blackness.
She landed on her stomach, arms by her side, palms up, butt cheeks peeking from her partially hiked up bathing suit. The point of her chin rested on the canvas, displaying the passive smile on Beatriz's red lips. Andy pulled his gloves off, forgetting the ten count.
Sitting down by Beatriz, he gave her ass a playful, but firm slap, enjoying the feel of soft skin on his hands. From deep in slumber, Beatriz emitted a contented moan.
Grabbing his gym bag, Andy pulled out a pair of hand cuffs and black sharpie marker. He crossed the inert boxing gloves on her ass and loosely cuffed them by the wrists. With the sharpie, he wrote his name and cell phone number on the glove, placing a few inches from Beatriz's face. On top of it, he carefully placed the key to the cuffs.
Andy was about to walk out, when he remembered the iphone in the bag. He snapped pictures of Beatriz, restrained and out cold, from a variety of vantage points.
Looking at the prone female, her finely curved body displayed before him, Andy kissed Beatriz and told her she was beautiful.