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?"
"What?"
"Unconscious."
BAP!
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?...you'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!"
BAM!
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.
"Hit...me with..your best..shot...fire ...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.
"..how did..I get ...here..?"
"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.
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