Lawrence Kerr couldn't understand why he didn't get anywhere with Atomic Girl. He wasn't used to this. A number of women he worked with in The Sisterhood of Evil had slept with him, but that didn't amount to much after a while. These were "bad girls," members of an all female crime syndicate and sexual promiscuity was the lesser of their personality defects.
A few "good girls" from Justice Force, the all female crime fighting organization, had fallen for Kerr's manly charms. It was an open secret that the staunchest female law enforcer couldn't resist the lure of a villain.
But Atomic Girl had been brushing Kerr off for months.
"It is simple really," she informed Kerr. "You want to get with me, you have to fight me. If you KO me, I'm yours."
The couple stood in a boxing ring after hours at the Amazonia Boxing Club, Kerr in dark sweat pants and white T-shirt, Atomic Girl in her "uniform," a low cut neck lined red leotard and white fish net stockings. Kerr focused for a long moment on her cantaloupe-like breasts.
"Come here, Lawrence," purred Atomic Girl. "I want to talk before I knock you out cold."
Kerr fell automatically into Atomic Girl's arms and they exchanged a long, erotic kiss.
"I know why you're here, boy. But if you want to get with me, you have to fight me." she continued with soft intimacy. "Go on, Lawrence, give them a feel."
Kerr's fingers gently moved over Atomic Girl's breasts, slipping them out one at a time. Genuine excitement moved in the lady crime fighter.
"Lawrence...?"
Kerr looked up.
POW!
A flash of light an instant later obliterated Kerr's thoughts. Kerr was on his back.
With deep satisfaction, Atomic Girl looked down at her victim and realized abruptly how attractive Kerr was.
She straddled the unconscious male and planted another kiss on Kerr. Rhythmically, she slapped each tit against Kerr's face. He made no response.
"You are out cold, lover!"
Atomic Girl kissed him again and tucked in her tits and wished Kerr sweet dreams.
This was Paula Rimbaud's maiden heist, her first theft planned and executed with no aid from her lover and mentor in crime, Marcus Apted.
The caper was not going as expected.
Paula had neutralized the security at Philbrick's Jewelry Salon and was about to escape with the loot, when she was tapped on the shoulder. Turning around, she was greeted by Atomic Girl's bare fist.
The punch wasn't a knockout, but it flung Paula across the showroom and into a couch, which flipped over, spilling the semi conscious burglar on the floor. Atomic Girl hauled her upright.
"Say good night to Mama!" she sneered in Paula's face.
WHACK!
That punch finished off Paula. She dropped heavily onto the overturned couch. "Now to get you transported to headquarters."
As the crime fighter handcuffed Paula, a hand, clutching a blackjack, reached from a curtain behind Atomic Girl. The hand hovered over Atomic Girl's head and came down with calculated ferocity.
An explosion of lights gave way to relaxation all over Atomic Girl's body. Her legs folded and the buxom crime fighter issued a gentle sigh as she landed next to Paula Rimbaud.
Lawrence Kerr stepped from behind the curtain and checked Atomic Girl's eyes.
"Okay, you're out!" he said and then knelt beside Paula. Firmly, he slapped her face, calling her name gently.
"Ah...I think I love you...from head to toe..." Paula sang as she emerged from blackness. Her eyes searched the room until she found Kerr. "Lawrence? What are you doing....my jaw....!"
"Marcus told me you were going on your first solo heist and I figured Atomic Girl would show up."
explained Kerr, helping Paula get up. "I had unfinished business with her."
Paula glanced at the supine good girl. "Looks like you settled up! But my assignment is ruined."
"How?"
"Look at me! Atomic Girl used me for a heavy bag and you had to save me! Marcus will have no faith in me."
Kerr snatched up the small bag of gems and handed them to Paula.
"Everybody gets beat up, Paula. Believe me. This will be our little secret."
"Thank you, Lawrence!"
Paula embraced Kerr by the neck, pressing home a strong kiss on his lips. Before meeting Marcus Apted, Paula had had a fling with Kerr. "Go home, Paula!"
When Paula was gone, Kerr took a Valentine's Day card from his pocket and set it on Atomic Girl's flat belly. Inscribed inside was "I want a rematch."
Two weeks later, a large gift box was delivered to Kerr's residence. After signing, Kerr brought it to his kitchen table and removed the lid. A large red boxing glove shot up, propelled by a steel coil, hammering Kerr's jaw.
Kerr struggled back to reality five minutes later. At the bottom of the box was a Valentine's Day card, written inside: "Lawrence - You got it! Feb. 14, 7 p.m. at the Amazonia. And I'm going to knock your ass out! Atomic Girl.", followed by a large red heart, pierced by an arrow.
Their rematch was in a private ring at the Amazonia, with only Emma the Ref as an audience. If anyone else were there, Emma would have wagered for Kerr's victory by a knockout. Most men fought poorly when they were angry, but that emotion focused Kerr as Emma had seen in past matches.
"You suckered him last time, so be careful," Emma advised Atomic Girl while checking the fighter's boxing gloves. "He's looking to flatten you."
"Lawrence is looking for a lot things." Atomic Girl said, banging her gloves together.
"He is." Emma agreed and then had both fighters meet in the center of the ring. After reviewing the fight rules, Emma spoke to Kerr when Atomic Girl returned to her corner.
"Don't be an asshole!" whispered Emma. "Short and sweet, understood?!"
Thinks I'm the better fighter? Kerr thought. I wonder if Emma wants to fuck?
"Got it, Emma." Kerr pulled his arm out of Emma's hand.
The battle ran three rounds. Kerr ignored how aroused he was by Atomic Girl, especially by her breasts and amply exposed thighs in high cut gym shorts. She knew what distracted his kind.
"You know what, Lawrence Kerr?"
There was a sweetness in the question that contrasted vigorously with the force of the punches the couple exchanged.
"What?" Kerr replied.
"I've figured you out."
"Yeah...?" He landed a gut shot. Atomic Girl barely flinched. "What's that?"
"You want me to have your baby!"
The honeyed tone froze Kerr in his tracks, just in time for Atomic Girl to slam his head. His skull jolted and Kerr went out instantly.
A blurred image of Emma the Ref counting out loud and Atomic girl laughing came to Kerr. Sitting up quickly, he looked around, listening for the next number to be called out.
"SIX!"
"Damn!" he moaned and, as deliberately as possible, Kerr used the nearby ropes to stand up.
"Lawrence, can you hear me!?" Emma the Ref asked, searching the male fighter's eyes. "Are you here?"
Kerr nodded first and then clearly announced "Yes."
Atomic Girl stopped giggling, gathered herself for the final assault and moved, fists up, at Kerr.
Kerr fired through her defense, pounding his opponent's belly savagely. Seeing Atomic Girl crouched in agony, Emma knew anger was overriding all other considerations in Kerr's soul. Atomic Girl's arms fell to her side after a double upper cut to her chin.
She went to her knees after a third blow to the chin. Kerr was ready to smack Atomic Girl a fourth time when he saw her eyes were closed. Atomic Girl softly mumbled names Kerr didn't recognize before she pitched on to the canvas. The black quietness melted her pain.
"Well, that was short anyway, Lawrence," commented Emma the Ref after checking Atomic Girl over. "She's off in Dreamland."
Lawrence went to get the smelling salts from Emma's medical kit.
