The Phantom Returns

                                      

 I never knew if I encountered her before at the Amazonia Boxing Club, she wore a black eye mask the entire time.
"I've knocked out a few guys recently, it was fun," she said to me. "I need a man sometimes, but mostly I beat up women."
We were in a private ring at the Amazonia, ready for our match. She told me to call her "Charis" when I asked her name. We touched gloves and circled each other. carefully.
"I've never seen you around the club," I said, throwing a few probing punches.
"I have a long term membership. In fact, I watched two of your fights before I decided to do this."
Charis began to counter everything I threw her way. "I decided 'There's a man who needs to be knocked out cold!' "
Charis was slender and moved aggressively in the ring. I was entranced by her midnight black hair and ample breasts, but wearing the eye mask made her mysterious and threatening. Who was she? I needed to fuck Charis!
Two blows exploded on my gut and crouched in pain and shock. Charis pounded an upper cut on my chin.
 "Asshole!" I heard as I went out.
My eyes closed and I was laying on my back. When they opened again, Charis had my trunks down at my ankles. Straddling my knees, she bated my full erection between her two black boxing gloves.
"Welcome back!" she shouted joyfully. "You were SO out!"
Gently, Charis moved her gloves up and down my member, starting off slowly, accerlerating deliberately.
"Honestly? I'm just getting into men! For the longest time it was women. But a few months ago, on impulse, I got in the ring with a guy named Sam...just him and I. I got lucky my first time out, Sam fought like a gentleman, never took advantage, so...I knocked him out...just like I did you!"
By now, I was pleading with Charis to bring me off. All I could do as I orgasmed was stare adoringly at the masked woman.
"Did you like that, asshole?!"
"Damn! Yes!"
Charis smiled like a woman being penetrated by a lover. "Ever hear about The Phantom, boy?" Her right fist went back. "I won't be here when you come to! Sweet dreams!"
She hammered my face and I slept again.

Semila had a small, compact body, toned attractively in the two years she'd been training at the Club. Rumors stated that The Phantom had kidnapped and kept her as a lover for three months.
"It's true," admitted Semila as we snuggled in her bed on a Saturday morning. It was nice having her body pressed against mine. "I was working out alone when she sapped me from behind. I woke up in the bedroom of her secret lair. The Phantom seduced me pretty quickly because I liked the way I was woman handled!"
"That whole time did she take off that mask?"
"Never." Semila slipped between me and the matress. "I didn't care. I enjoyed an unknown lover who roughed me up!"
"She knocked me out cold twice, in the same match."
Semila's laugh was like a song bird. "Charis likes men now?"
"And I'm the man who's going to conquer her."
"Oh yeah!?" We exchanged kisses. "You and ...uhhh...your big....ohhh..."

I posted my message to Charis on the online challenge board for everyone to see. The affirmative response came a day later, insisting on a private fight. Semila demanded that she be my second.
We'd been spending a lot of our free time together. I believe she wanted to see me deck the lover who deserted her.
The Phantom's eyes widened when she saw Semila standing in my corner.
"Well, you did some research!" she addressed me as she approached us. The Phantom took Semila in her arms.
"Wait, Charis, no...!" Semila retreated and then melted back into The Phantom's embrace when their lips touched. For an endless minute, the pair kissed until Charis released the younger woman, who was gasping for air. "And got a new playmate, too!"
"Charis, I..."
WHACK!
The phantom put a right hook on Semila's jaw. Semila listed on her feet, eyes glassy.
"I'm....fall...." she moaned at me dreamily. Before I could catch her, she was scooped up by The Phantom.
"I have you, sweetie pie, You're going to be okay!"
She settled Semila on the canvas, slumped on the ropes. "Now you go to sleep, pretty one!"
Obdiently, Semila's eyes closed and her head lolled onto her shoulder. She was out cold.
"What was that for!?" I demanded.
"Just some foreplay."
"Gona get her back?"
"While you sleeping, of course!"
Now I was pissed off. "Let's go!"
Our battle lasted two rounds, which Semila slumbered through. I swore The Phantom was not going to steal my girl from me! I fought like a demon. Charis inflicted a lot of pain counter attacking, putting me on the canvas twice.
Near the middle of round two, I wadded into The Phantom's mid section. reshaping her belly until she retreated, clasping the ropes with one glove to remain on her feet. Behind her mask, her eyes were crammed shut by the effort to swallow down the pain I caused.
I tagged her chin with a right upper cut. Eyes rolling up, The Phantom collapsed at my feet. I counted Charis out and removed her eye mask.
Though Charis was clearly out cold, her half-open eyes revealed two pools of glowing brown iris. The Phantom's lips made a relaxed smile. Tearing myself away from the unconscious woman, I ran to Semila. A minute passed before she was completely conscious.
"You clobbered her!!" Semila shouted, throwing her arms around my neck. "I love you!"

The Love Battle

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.

Blind Date

Karen was sure about Danny from the way he looked over her tits as she entered the boxing ring.
Total Gentle Boy, she judged, internally. Kiki can really pick them out!
Karen nodded at the two sisters, Maia and Morea, who came to the Amazonia Boxing Club with her and now stood just outside the ring. They were black haired and athletic, in their twenties and carried one gym bag each.
"You're a Gentle Boy, alright!" Karen started, with a strain of lust in her hard voice.
Intense desire moved in Danny. The woman across the ring was statuesque and possessed the exact kind of chest he loved. "A squeezable handful" Kiki had described Karen as she set up Danny on the blind date. Her blue eyes glimmered at Danny coldly as she approached him.
"In two minutes you're gonna be asleep on that canvas. I mean OUT COLD and dreaming about going down on me!"
Danny drank in as much of Karen as his eyes could process, he knew Karen would make real her promise.
Karen filled the narrow space between them with her right boxing glove. Danny lions tingled.
"You're a total Gentle! Do you know what that is?"
Karen's voice had risen an octave, increasing the level of sexual threat.
"A man who cums when a woman knocks him out...COLD! Which is what I'm about to do!"
Danny was struck dumb by arousal, his eyes riveted on Karen's eyes, lips, and chest.
"I'm a Rough! A Rough KOs a Gentle with just a single punch! The way you're about to go down!"
Pressing the glove to Danny's face, she continued, "The one thing you need to take with you to Dreamland is...every Gentle falls in love with his Rough, but not every Rough loves her Gentle!"
She melodramatically cocked her fist behind her head. The sweet, alluring smile she flashed at Danny shocked him.
KWAP!

The pain was knife point sharp, but gone the next instant. Karen watched his eyes roll into their sockets. Danny's arms fell loose and his legs went out, sending him to the canvas, out cold.
Maia and Morea were in the ring immediately. Morea recorded on her iPhone Maia counting Danny out The cell phone lens was close enough to catch the soft looking bruise under Danny's right eye.
"Ten! You're out, Gentle Boy!" shouted Maia. Glancing over shoulder, Maia spotted Karen sagged on the ropes, convulsing sharply. She caught Karen as she collapsed.
"You okay, honey?" asked Maia, enclosing the spent woman in her arms. Karen moaned out random adjectives between gulps of air.
"I'm taking Karen to the dressing room," Maia informed her younger sister.
"I'll work on Sleeping Beauty here," Morea replied, watching Maia guide Karen from the ring.
A quick wave of smelling salts under Danny's nose brought the male boxer back to reality. Morea sat him up carefully.
"So how was your first date?"
"Is it over?" asked Danny.
"It's been over for awhile. I think Karen wants to see you again."
"Karen likes me?"
"She only talks that way to men she feels strongly about."
"So where'd she go?"
"Well...Karen had to get cleaned up," Morea explained. "Remember Danny that my sister is the center of Karen's emotions. But she needs a man, too...who knows his place."
"When will she..?"
"Tomorrow.' With some effort, Morea got Danny on his feet. "You're gonna be happy with Karen. Guys like you usually are. Danny, you're cute, do you know that? What are you doing tonight?"

Natasia

The first signal from Natasia came at a staff meeting. As a newly appointed department leader, Natasia  was about to make her first quarterly report and she was very eager to start.
"Ready when you are, Miss. Alvarez." stated the office manager. Seated beside him was Louis, who had just concluded his presentation.
"Right!" Natasia answered, standing before a small group of associates. From an excess of enthusiasm, she slammed her right fist into the open palm of her left hand. The loud "SMACK!" that filled the small meeting room sparked  a movie n Louis' imagination.
Now Natasia and Louis were alone, a strong erotic charge playing between them. Natasia was still in her business suit, but the white blouse was undone, revealing her cleavage and the edges of a black lace bra. Magically her black skirt was looser and shorter. Both she and Louis had their fists up.
"You gonna fight me, Louis?" taunted Natasia. "Come on, hit me!"
Fists collided with bodies. The fire in the female fighter's eyes never lessened no matter how many blows struck her until …"WHAP!"
Nastia fell to the floor unconscious.
Louis began the count. At "FIVE!" Natasia began to stir and just beat the count.
Up went her fists again. "Good shot, let's finish this!"
Natasia pasted Louis with a sharp upper cut. When he came to himself, Natasia was on one knee at his side.
"I loved that fight! I'm so horny from beating you up, Louis!"
She removed the blouse and bra, flinging them away. Natasia straddled Louis like a jockey. "Now show me what you're really good at!"
As Louis pulled down her black panties, she kissed him.
Applause snapped Louis back into reality.
"That was excellent, Miss Alvarez!"
The office manager and everyone else were impressed with Natasia, who gave them all a big smile.

Until that department meeting, Louis only felt standard male lust for Natasia. He wanted to fuck her the way he wanted to fuck all the good looking women at work. But the sight of Natasia using her clinched fist changed her. He had to have a fist fight with Natasia as a prelude to sex.
Everyone knew Natasia was unmarried, but Louis wanted to know if she was unattached or unattached enough. While they discussed issues regarding their departments, Louis searched her desk for pictures of a man or children. There was only a framed photograph of a white haired woman, with features that resembled Natasia's.
He listened around corners and at nearby lunchroom tables to Natasia talking with female co workers. Often they traded stories about the men in their lives, with Natasia stating she was holding auditions for "the right man."
She fucks around! Louis thought Thank you, God!

A few days later Louis asked Natasia out. She suggested an outdoor restaurant near where she lived.  In an effort to get some personal history on his date, Louis asked bout the picture on Natasia's desk.
"That was Grandmother Alvarez," she explained. "She was the only family I had."
She lived alone, but had been engaged.
"I think I chased him away," she confessed. "I play rough with men."
"All the time?" asked Louis.
Natasia shook her head happily.
"All the time."

"I want to get naked for this fight!" Natasia told Louis.
By that point in the evening, Louis was so relieved to hear Natasia agree to fist fight, "just to see
how good you are," that she could have dressed like a nun. Natasia did strip down to a black bra and matching skimpy gym shorts.
The first punch Natasia got in startled Louis, but he blinked it away and hit back. Natasia absorbed everything threw with a grunt or a "That hurt!" hoping that it would arouse her opponent more.
"Hitting women is fun for you!"  she said as blows flew back and forth. "So fucking great to put me in my place!"
Natasia socked Louis across the empty living room. "Fucking all those women at the office and now I'm fucking you! And I think you like it!"
Louis was numb from repeated body shots. The words fired at him were meaningless. Pain exploded in his jaw and Louis toppled in heap on the couch. Natasia mounted the lifeless male and kissed him. "You're gonna be such a monster fuck!" she shouted in Louis' face and deliberately punched her co-worker in the right eye. A short "awwwwh" emitted from Louis, but he continued to slumber.

"That's what you get for hitting girls!"
Natasia's voice chided Louis through the lifting blackness. "Keep the ice on your eye."
She had moved Louis to her bedroom. "How are you feeling, Louis?"
"Awful...."
"That's normal. I beat you senseless." Natasia explained, carefully lifting the bulky ice pack from Louis' aching face. "Yes! It's already purple!"
She lovingly slipped a pillow under his head.
"I'm going to tell everyone at the office how you got that black eye! How I own you!"
Natasia  lay down next to Louis. "Boxing women isn't your thing. When you feel better you can show me what you're really good at!"

Kiki Goes Crazy

One May afternoon at the Amazonia Boxing Club, Kiki was in the ring with Kevin, who she challenged impulsively to a match.
"You can kiss them," she offered between punches, fully aware of why Kevin gave in to her come on.
The sudden possibility of feeling Kiki up so surprised Kevin that his arms dropped away from his face.
"Yeah?!"
"As soon as you wake up!" answered  Kiki.
BAP!
For a few seconds, Kevin thought Kiki had used a baseball bat on his chin instead of her fist. Pain vanished and Kevin stared blankly at Kiki's firm thighs and then he was asleep.

It was a sexual pleasure for Kiki to knockout men like Kevin. Basically nice guys who were horny beyond description. They looked especially cute to Kiki when they were out cold on the canvas as Kevin was, slumbering through Emma the Ref's ten count.
She'd give him some, one night next week after he'd recovered. Kevin had been a gentleman in the ring and Kiki believed that virtue should be rewarded.

Kiki was true to her word. She purposefully ran into Kevin at the Amazonia the following Wednesday. He was uninjured except for the bruise where she punched his ticket for the Dreamland Express.
Sounding flirtatious, Kiki apologized for the sucker punch. Kevin said he'd let it go, being deceived that way by a woman was a turn on for him. Their talk over dinner at Zappatelli's confirmed her estimate of Kevin - intelligent, but a little shy, and pretty articulate when stimulated. And honest.
He had heard the chatter in the men's locker room that Kiki did mixed fighting sessions along with her acting career. The session work, she told him, involved sex with the clients.
"So...I've...been with a lot of men..." she added, hesitantly.
Kevin smiled. "I haven't been with any!"
The pair broke out laughing.

Between orgasms, Kiki put on boxing gloves and brought Kevin off. When she saw how much he enjoyed it, Kiki said, "You're a dirty boy. Kevin! And every Dirty Boy needs a Bad Girl!"
On the morning of their first night together, Kiki wondered if she was falling for Kevin. All she could do was think about her new lover. Day dreaming about Kevin made her flub lines during filming and at rehearsals.
"What's his name this time?" a female cast member on a movie shoot yelled out. Startled, Kiki blurted "Kevin!", causing everyone on set to laugh out loud.
While driving home from the gym, Kiki reached her hand down the front of her shorts at a long red light. She masturbated to the memory of Kevin fucking her. As the light went from red to green, Kiki had a powerful orgasm behind the wheel. Kiki felt sure she was going crazy when she recalled the look on the faces of the mother and young daughter in the car beside her.

A few days later Kiki was with a client at her sessions studio, a converted Curvies Exercise Center on Route 46. Things were going as they agreed to - a few rounds of mixed boxing, followed by sack time with Kiki. Seeing the client's erection pushing on the front of his boxing trunks as they fought reminded Kiki of Kevin in the same condition the night before. There was an explosion.
Kiki slept peacefully on the canvas for five minutes.
She woke to smelling salts being waved under her nose.
"I didn't think the punch would be that hard!" the client implored. "I'm so sorry!"
Kiki jumped to her feet and violently pulled her client to the room where she kept the queen-sized bed.
As she watched the exhausted but thoroughly satisfied gentleman drive away, Kiki knew what she had to do.

Kiki began going with other men that Kevin knew from the Amazonia after she ended things with him. She made sure people saw her with those men, churning anger and jealousy in the her former lover. When Kiki ordered him to "Get over it!" the emotional flood gate burst and Kevin challenged Kiki to a match.
"You sure?" she cautioned. "I'll be fighting for my freedom, so I will fuck you up!"
Kevin's angry grunt made Kiki very happy.

Kevin went down twice in three rounds. Kiki made fun of him each time as he got to his feet. She could have knocked him out cold in round one., but she restrained the impulse.
By the sixth, Kevin was enraged at the woman he'd made love with a few weeks ago. Time to teach a lesson! he decided.
Being a gentleman, Kevin went to work on Kiki's body before delivering the headshots. Kiki yielded to the force of the punches until a combination to her chin slowed down reality. The knockout was creeping up on her. He's going to do it! Yes! she thought joyfully.
"You're...gonna...make...me..." she mumbled.
WHAP!
Kiki's body was numb and darkness was creeping around her, making her relax.
"Come on.. Kev...put...me..."
WHACK!
Blackness washed away any pain Kiki still endured. Finally! was her last thought.

Kiki and Kevin got back together so quickly after the fight that it took her a few days to notice the feelings of craziness were gone.

Come Again

After graduation from Blake Mitchell University, Mark returned home and he wanted Veronica again. The previous summer, they had a fling after Veronica, the same age as his mother, knocked Mark out cold in a boxing match.
Over the past three years, Veronica conducted all comers mixed boxing matches in her backyard on the last Friday of every month. From the defeated males, and she knocked out every man who challenged her, Veronica would select a lover for the next thirty days.
Mark never forgot last August - almost continual sex with a horny older woman, who had generous breasts and powerful legs that he had jerked off to since he was thirteen. It all ended when Mark started his senior year in September and not even a new girl friend named Rosie could erase Veronica.

"I've got someone right now!' Veronica insisted to Mark. She was excited to see how taller he  had become in one year.
"Yeah? Who?"
"Sam."
Mark wracked his brains for anyone in town by that name and decided it was some guy passing through.
"Be real, Veronica! There's nothing wrong with an unattached woman having two men."
Veronica noticed that Mark's eyes were still that shade of light blue that stirred her.
"Okay...sure!" she agreed, with sudden joy. "But how are you going to explain that black eye?"
"What black eye?"
WHAP!
Propelled by Veronica's straight right, Mark landed on the couch, out cold. As he dreamed of sex with Ariana Grande, Veronica carried him into her bedroom.

Mark fucked Veronica at every opportunity and avoided her house when his rival's pick up truck was parked outside.
Like Rosie at university, Veronica needed to get laid - a lot! Unlike his college girlfriend, Veronica didn't push her way into Mark's independent existence, trying to change him and tell him what to do. So when he wasn't with Veronica or hunting down a job, Mark would be out drinking with his friends, mostly at the Clam Sand Which Club.
One night at the Clam, Mark was approached in the parking lot by a beautiful, statuesque blond. He figured she was one of the dancers out for a smoke, maybe looking to turn a trick.
"Hey, there," Mark said with casual friendliness. "What's your name?"
The woman looked at Mark like a stalking tiger. "Sam. You're Mark, right?"
"Yeah. How did you know?"
"I got Veronica to confess."
Mark gave a startled look, leaving himself wide open for a head shot.
Fists landed all over Mark for a half a minute that felt like thirty years. When Sam let up, Mark sagged against a parked car.
"My name is Samantha, got it?!  If you go near Veronica again, I'll really fuck you up. Clear, Banana Dick?"
Mark could only nod his head. A right hook put Mark out completely. Mark wouldn't have to explain his now matching shiners.

"You know I knocked out every guy I took on?" Veronica began her explanation to Mark, a few days after he was released from the hospital. "Well, one night Samantha showed up out of nowhere and challenged me."
Despite the aching body, Mark could still recall the pleasures of last summer. "And...?"
"At first I figured she was a pissed off wife or girl friend. Samantha trounced me for two rounds. Then she put me out for five minutes!"
The pair were taking a break from making love for the last two hours.
"When I came to...I couldn't help it. I was in love with Samantha, the first person ever to defeat me in the ring."
She rolled over and kissed Mark. "I still like men and most of all you, sweetie. But I can't get Samantha out of my heart!"
Mark lovingly stroked Veronica's breasts. "Samantha is a trespasser and I'll settle things!"


The fight for Veronica was held at the Amazonia Boxing Club and it was "knock outs" only. Samantha insisted. As he watched his rival across the canvas, Mark reviewed what he'd learned about Samantha in the last week.
She and Veronica were completely in love and so Samantha rejected the suggestion that Veronica have separate relations with Mark.
"Never been with a man, ever," Veronica told Mark earlier. "Not even to find out if she liked them or not."
"Well, Samantha should realize not every woman is so..one track." Mark answered. "Why are you in love with such an obsessive?"
"I can't explain it," Veronica said. "She knocked me clean out and I woke up in love with her."
"Just like I woke in love with you?" Mark replied.
Yeah, decided Mark, as Emma the Ref waved the two fighters in for round one. I'll end this with one punch!
Moving forward, fists up, Samantha thought the same thing.

Veronica was at ringside, watching every moment of the battle. Her Amazonian lover had a full inch in height over Mark and a longer reach. Veronica stared at the punishment her male lover was taking, fascinated by how Samantha was preparing Mark for the knock out.
A round earlier, Samantha concentrated on Mark's body, draining his stamina. Now she proceeded like a surgeon, landing punches that incrementally nudged him into Dreamland. Veronica couldn't bare the arousal in her soul.
A merciless right to his midsection drove the air from Mark. His eyes widened and instantly began to close. Veronica knew he was losing consciousness.
WHAP!!
The from the waist upper cut shut off the lights in Mark's head. The all female audience screamed its approval when he impacted the canvas.
Veronica pounced into the ring when Emma the Ref called out "TEN! You're out!" and pulled Samantha into a long kiss.
The crowd now shouted "Samantha the Queen!" over and over as the victor scooped up Veronica in her arms and carried her from the ring, like a bridegroom on a wedding night.

Who is Stronger?

Atomic Girl has the moves, Simon Copperfield admitted to himself. In the two, pay-per-view charity benefit fights, Atomic Girl, senior agent with Justice Force, worked over and knocked out Copperfield's two henchgirls, Ling Tanchun and Ursula Martinson.
Just before the first fight, Atomic Girl declared publicly, "These two women might be desirable to men, but they'll be useless against a real woman!" The accuracy of that judgment hurt Copperfield in retrospect, both women were his romantic partners.

Ling accepted Atomic Girl's challenge confidently. The technology and combat expert assured Copperfield that she would be the winner.
"Miss Big Boobs will be asleep  by round three," Ling forecast moments before strutting past the cameras and the cheering crowds to the main ring of the Amazonia Boxing Club, which hosted the bouts.
Copperfield and Ursula watched, helpless and entranced, Atomic Girl clobber Ling over the course of four rounds. A heartless "WHACK!!" silenced everyone in the gym. Ling shot into the air over the ring, eyes shut, mouth agape, limbs dangling.
When she regained consciousness in a Justice Force infirmary bed, Ling couldn't remember hitting the canvas. She slumbered peacefully through Emma the Ref's ten count and was removed on a gurney by two Justice Force agents.
Atomic Girl swaggered to Copperfield and Ursula.
"One in custody and one to go!" she purred, staring at Ursula. "You're next, sweetheart."

Copperfield pleaded with Ursula not to fight Atomic Girl.
The Nordic blonde was busty and wore a pair of boxer's braids, didn't have the same skill set as Ling. Immensely attractive and a pretty good actress, Ursula could keep security guards occupied for the time required to apply a blackjack to their skulls. She was the girl in a brawl that the crime fighters always ignored. Once it looked like Lady Puma and Atomic Girl were about to subdue Copperfield and Ling, but Ursula appeared from nowhere and smashed a vase over each of the do-gooder's heads. The criminals were long gone when Good Girls came around.
Copperfield would dearly miss Ursula's considerable "assets" if she lost the fight.

Atomic Girl had seen molls like Ursula before and felt sorry for them. It was clear that Ursula had mistaken Copperfield's sexual ardor, henchgirl paycheck, and super villain accommodations as signals of Copperfield's genuine love. So she ended the fight quickly.
A hard gut shot winded the blonde. A well-executed upper cut whipped out Ursula for the count.
Angry, Copperfield could only watch Ursula being counted and carried out. With sexy arrogance, Atomic Girl challenged Copperfield to a KOs only match.
"Any time!" he agreed. "But if I put you out, you have to release Ling and Ursula!"
"Fine by me!"  Atomic Girl banged her gloves together. "Oh, yeah!"

The sports bra Atomic Girl wore for the fight against Copperfield was slightly tighter than the one she usually wore. The Justice Force file on her opponent revealed he was a breast man. He needs to see the nips, she decided.
"You know when I first got interested in you, Simon?" asked Atomic Girl amid a flurry of exchanged punches.
First name basis now? Copperfield wondered. "When?"
"The Catan Heist in New York. You were in an epic fight with Lady Puma."
Months earlier, Copperfield and his hench-girls attempted to steal the ancient Catan Tapestries at the Metropolitan Museum and were foiled by Justice Force operatives, lead by Lady Puma and Atomic Girl. Lady Puma managed to take out Ling, after she demolished a number of Justice Force agents. She then turned on Copperfield. He and the others would have been apprehended if not for Ursula.
"You in love with me now, Atomic Girl?"
"More than that!" countered the crime fighter. "I have plans for you."
Typical female, out to reform every man!, thought Copperfield, slugging Atomic Girl hard on the jaw.
"Good shot, hammer dick!" she exclaimed. "Welcome to phase one!"
WHAMMM!!
Copperfield was wondering what Atomic Girl was laughing so joyously at, but gave up when he fell past her. Copperfield flopped into warm blackness.

"Where...?" asked Copperfield when he came awake. Feeling around, he learned he was on a large, comfortable bed. At least I'm not in jail, he thought.
"You're right where you belong."
Atomic Girl, now in a white negligee, sat on the bed beside her captive. "My bedroom."
"What about the match?"
"I knocked you into Dreamland in front of all those women. It was great!"
"And Ling and Ursula?"
"Them?" Copperfield took a kiss from Atomic Girl as her hand slipped beneath the blanket. "We'll tale about that later."

Somewhere between the sixth and seventh monster orgasm, Copperfield fell stupid in love with the woman who beat him up. Every red flag and warning bell triggered, warning him that this was a serious error. Every time the buxom good girl smiled, the bells were drowned out.
At 8 a.m. the next morning, Atomic Girl let Copperfield have a rest.
"We need to talk, Simon."
"About what?"
"Our future."
"Future" detonated in Copperfield's brain. "How do you mean?"
"If I release Ling and Ursula, this becomes permanent."
"But I have responsibilities to those two!"
"Got a service contract with Ling and Blondie?" Atomic Girl sneered. "Well, the contract is terminated. Or the three of you end up in the federal pen."
Copperfield looked over the naked woman facing him and sighed in contented resignation.
"Okay, I don't want them in jail..."
Atomic Girl giggled like a school girl as she grabbed her cell phone.
"This is Atomic Girl. Yes. Immediately release Ling Tanchun and Ursula Martinson. We have no further grounds for holding them. Yes. Right away. Good."
Atomic Girl rolled over to her new true love and kissed him. Copperfield had to admit Atomic Girl had the moves.