A Happy Ending

 

For session work, Kiki used a space in the rear of the Caldor Plaza , off  Route 46. The year before the occupant was a Curvies fitness center, which relocated for more space. Kiki rented it cheap, the land lord was a very satisfied client she'd met at the Amazonia Boxing Club. She kept the "Curvies" over the entrance for customers to use as a landmark.
She also met Stan at the Amazonia through Will, a mutual friend. After two conversations outside the Club, Stan agreed to the two hour "Happy Ending" session. Kiki told him to take public transportation to her location, because parking was limited.
Stan protested that he could walk from wherever he found a spot, but a smile from Kiki ended the discussion.
Stan got off the bus five minutes ahead of the appointment, carrying a gym bag filled with the items Kiki instructed him to bring: shorts, a T-shirt and a pair of boxing gloves. He walked about half the alley behind the strip mall to the entrance of "Curvies." Stan glanced around the empty lane, wide enough for garbage trucks to pick up the dumpsters scattered on the chipped asphalt. Secluded he thought, and went in.

"Great, you found me!" Kiki chirped, stepping out from what was the fitness center's reception desk, extending an open hand to her visitor. Stan clasped Kiki's hand, pressing into it a small wad of bills.
"Be right back!" Kiki sang happily and vanished behind a door marked "Manager".
When she came back out, Stan saw she was wearing a bikini that cradled her melon like breasts and round ass. She also sported a pair of black boxing gloves.
Stan changed his clothes, as directed, in the room next to the manager's. Like the rest of the facility, the room was clean, brightly painted and carpeted. Against one wall was a neatly made up double bed.
Oh, yes! he thought, giving the bed a final glance as he rejoined Kiki.

"I'm ready!" Stan said to Kiki, who stood on what had been the wooden exercise floor, now covered wall to wall with thick blue wrestling mats.
"Let's get to it, lover boy!"
As they circled, Stan felt out Kiki with tentative punches that were efficiently blocked. He realized form the impact of her counter punches that she could hurt him. He enjoyed that show of strength.
"You know, boy, I can knock you out whenever I want!?" Kiki prodded after the exchange of leather increased.
"Doubt it!" Stan answered, finding the "THWACK" of gloves hitting skin arousing.
"There's something you need to remember, Stan!" Kiki advised him, landing a hard left-right combination to his head. "Pussy always knocks out cock!"
Stan shuck off the combination and hammered Kiki's midsection, before launching a right hook that staggered the girl. For a single instant, the girl seemed unfazed. Darkness soaked into her brain and she fell limp to the mats.
The downed fighter only slept a minute or two. When her eyes opened, Kiki felt a drowsy confusion and then panic.
"Kiki?" a male voice called to her. She felt her bikini, it was intact. "You okay? I didn't mean to hit you like that!"
The look of concern on Stan's face was authentic, he hadn't touched her.
A weird anger propelled Kiki to her feet, throwing up her fists. Stan became very apprehensive very quickly. He had seen the same steel look in Kiki's eyes in the past - seconds before taking KO in the ring with other female opponents.
"Kiki, it was an accident! I sure as hell didn't want to....OFFFFFH!"
Hearing Stan plead got Kiki fired up, triggering the gut shot. While he winced in agony, Kiki uncorked an upper cut. Stan murmured "Jasmine...?" and hit the mats like a felled tree.
Kiki gave the boxer a ten count and dragged him into the changing room.

Kiki was on top for the forty minutes they had sex. Stan tried to roll her over during breaks in copulation, but Kiki kept him in his place. After a very short time, Stan was so entranced by Kiki's huge tits and the dangerous look in her eyes, that he submitted.

"What time does the bus come by?" asked Stan when he finished dressing. Kiki, now wearing a white, one piece bathing suit, with tight black shorts, asked to see Stan's driver's license.
"Here..." he said, handing her the plastic card.
She memorized the address and handed it back. "The sex was great, Stan! Lights out!"
She pasted Stan on the chin and he fell across her shoulder, arms and legs dangling lifelessly. Grabbing his bag, she carried the unconscious male to her car, depositing him gently in the back seat, flinging his bag on his lap.
During the drive, Stan briefly woke, catching Kiki's reflection in the rear view mirror.
"How you doing back there, sweetheart?" she coyly addressed him.
Stan shifted slightly and faded back to sleep.

He woke again in his own bed, with Kiki sitting next to him. She had removed all his clothing only a few minutes earlier. She smiled at him, waiting for his head to clear completely, which took a few minutes.
"Ready for your happy ending?" Kiki asked, eyeing Stan's cock.
"Yeah...yeah!"
"Of course you are..."
Kiki began working Stan's penis into a full erection, the slow caress building him to an orgasm. Stan's eyes began to roll in his head and he gasped, louder and louder, until semen spurted all over Kiki's hand and his hips.
While Stan groaned in pleasure, telling Kiki how beautiful she was, Kiki cleaned her hand on the bed sheet and slipped one of Stan's boxing gloves on her right hand.
"That was your happy ending, Stan!' she told him. Kiki rocked her fist back a foot away from her victim's face. "And here's mine!"
The fist slammed into Stan before he could protest. He went out like a light.
Kiki kissed Stan because the afternoon had been fun for her. And, judging by the grin on his face, for Stan also.