Missy and Evie

Evie had a slim, flexible body. Her small, roundish face seemed almost feline to her boyfriend, Larry. They had been a couple for the last two years and Larry was content. Evie loved sex and that was half of what Larry needed from a woman. The rest was fidelity.
"I just have to lay back and get laid," he told his male friends at the gym where Larry trained to box.
Despite that remark, Larry was never smug with Evie or took for granted their relationship. Bitter experience taught Larry never to assume a woman would always be there.
But more than that, Larry saw a searching look to Evie, like a person scanning for the final piece of an internal jig saw puzzle.
Evie had gone to the gym a few times to see Larry spar. She was impressed with her boyfriend's physical grace, but Evie found the atmosphere stifling. Evie left before Larry was finished with his session on her third visit. She sat in the nearby grean and open park, with the au pairs and new mothers.
Later that night, as they lay in Larry's bed, Evie admitted she would never go back to the gym.
"There's no air in that place," she added.
Caressing Evie's bare belly as they talked, loving the smoothness of her skin, Larry realized Evie had no male friends besides himself.

Missy had listened to Evie describe Larry in the ring. Missy figured her friend was exaggerating because she was still in love with Larry. Then Missy went to the gym herself and saw Evie wasn't embellishing. Larry moved fast and hit hard and Missy found that interesting.
When she was alone with Larry, Missy would probe him with boxing questions. Did he know how dangerous the sport could be? Was it right that women were fighting now? Would he box a woman?
Larry dropped the benign reserve he kept with all of Evie's friends when Missy brought up boxing and always gave a fervent response to every question. When Evie entered the room, Missy was discussing something else.
Missy knew Evie well and long enough to give Evie advice on what to do and not to do. Evie called Larry after their second date and stayed with him after she began to think he was a little dull, all at Missy's urging and was happy with her choices.
When Evie explained that she was looking for more in life than Larry and work, Missy suggested boxing.
"I told you I hate that place," Evie replied. "I could never be a boxer."
"Larry doesn't seem to have trouble with it."
"Larry is in his natural habitat in the ring, he moves like a tiger."
Missy raised the palms of her hands between Evie and her. "You could be a tigress! Go ahead, take some shots!"
Evie first shook her head, but then her fists smacked Missy's hands. Evie began to laugh and she struck her targets harder. Missy was laughing, too, Evie noticed. Punching is fun, Evie decided.

Evie threw punches in the air in front of of Larry, who was looking at his girlfriend in confusion.
In the past few weeks Larry had noticed how the minimal fat on Evie had vanished after she started working out. He had complimented her, saying Evie hadn't looked so good in a long while. But Larry was startled by Evie in a sports bra and tight gym shorts, pitching her fists as she kept her guard up.
"I want to fight, Larry" Evie said, with a sly, half smile.
"You want to box?" asked Larry. "You, who hated the gym, want to box?"
"I've been training."
"With who?" A number of situations, involving some of his male friends, none of them ending happily, raced through Larry's mind.
"Me." interjected Missy.
"You? Missy, when did you learn to box?"
"Just recently. Evie and I got some training manuals and DVDs out of the library," Missy explained with a perverse simplicity.
"And now Evie can box?"
"Yes!" Evie stated. She punched her boyfriend in the chest. Hard.

"I'll referee," Missy volunteered and when Larry reappeared dressed in T-shirt and sweats, pulling on his boxing gloves. Evie, already dressed for combat, paced like a she-cat around her corner of the living room, now cleared of furniture. Only thick blankets and pillows covered the carpeted floor.
"Let's go, Evie," Larry said, impressed at the solid stance Evie was using as they both circled each other. They threw punches carefully; Evie wanting to provoke Larry into action, while he waited to see what Evie had as a fighter. Standing as close as possible to the fighters, Missy was delighted to see that neither hesitated to hit the person they loved.
Larry let Evie chase him a little before hooking Evie into a clinch. He worked her mid section with a few punches, most of which she blocked. The few that connected caused Evie to "OOOOOHH!" or "OOOFFFF!" The winded Evie back peddled from from Larry's fists, creating an opening between them.
WHAP!!
Larry uppercuted his lover on the button of her chin.
Evie frooze in place, suddenly staring far away beyond Larry and wall behind him. The voices of Larry and Missy gently struck her body and melted, leaving behind blurred words.
Evie's eyes sank shut and she went to sleep. She fell forward to the floor, two pillows partially breaking her fall as she landed face down.
"Shit!" Larry barked, his voice verging on panic.
Missy was already counting her friend out.
"Wake her up!" yelled Larry as Missy reached "SIX!"
Missy glared up at Larry, her eyes shining with pleasure. "Okay, grab her legs!"
Clutching Evie by her bent knees, Larry lifted the unconscious girl they had just turned over on her back. Missy waited a moment, still looking at the slumbering girl and grabbed Evie's under arms.
Evie came around a few seconds after they settled her on Larry's bed. Groggy, she didn't speak for a minute, but sat up slowly and stared at Missy and Larry.
"Larry, give us a minute," Missy asked. "She'll be fine."
Larry protested, but Missy and then Evie looked at him blankly. A feeling of unwelcome came over Larry and exited the bedroom. Missy closed the door behind him gently.

Larry had a beer down the street and watched a few innings of a Mets game. He spent another hour in the local bookstore, where he carefully flirted with the blond behind the counter. She had praised his purchase of detective novel.
Returning to his apartment and entering his bedroom, he saw Missy naked, sleeping on the bed. Larry admired her breasts and thighs even as he felt twinges of hate for the personality lurking behind the lovely face.
Leaning against the bathroom door, he heard the shower running, knowing it was Evie. He had lost track of the times he had simply walked into the shower while Evie was using it and made love with her. Larry turned away and waited in the kitchen.
Evie appeared a few minutes later, wearing her soft white bath robe. Kissing Larry on the back of the ear, she slipped her arms across his neck and down his chest, hugging him.
"I still love you Larry," she whispered. "I just needed this, needed this to happen."
Larry tenderly touched her arm and then kissed it. He knew she was telling the truth and told himself he was only going to get half his needs from Evie.

Desiree's First

Sam knocked Desiree out in the third round of their bout. Desiree was unconscious for five minutes and had to be carried to the gym's recovery room.
While she slept off the effects of her first knock out provided by Sam's power right hook, Desiree dreamt of Grace.
The pair had been working out together, with Grace, a little older than Desiree, the recent high school graduate, giving some pointers about boxing. Desiree was a little in love with her training partner.
In the dream, Desiree and Grace stood in the boxing ring, sparring, playfully talking trash, each telling the other how they planned to defeat their opponent. All the time coyly smiling at each other, especially Grace, who flirting-teasingly punched at Desiree.
When the buzzer sounded, Desiree began throwing punches in earnest, that Grace blocked. Then Grace caught Desiree's face in the palm of her left boxing glove. Desiree, school girl laughter echoing through the dream, continued to swing at Grace.
"Hey! Not fair!" Desiree declared between giggles.
The match felt like a giddy, coltish playground game to Desiree. Sensations from girlhood welled up and tingled in Desiree as Grace continued to restrain her.
WHAM!!
Grace's idle boxing glove slammed down on Desiree's head.
"I love you, Desiree!" Grace cooed as shinny silver stars crowded Desiree's dream. Desiree loved Grace, also, but she couldn't say the words. The lights were going out in Desiree's head just when the canvas was rushing up to greet her.
Desiree lay out cold at the feet of her beloved.

Desiree was a few days recovering from her first ring defeat. She had decided she needed a trainer. That weekend she invited Sam to have a drink with her and they spent the night together.
Desiree found that paternal men like Sam were always ready for sex with her and she believed that she would eventually settle down with someone like Sam. She also got Sam to admit, after fucking him most of the night, that he was turned on by seeing a female boxer unconscious on the canvas.
"You looked particularly satisfying," Sam added. "One leg straight out and the other bent up."
"Like this?"
Desiree lay back, imitating her unconscious self, arms flung out, eyes closed, mouth slack, her left leg flat on the bed, her right knee pointed up.
"Exactly!" Sam said, slowly climbing over Desiree.
Desiree cried "Oh yes!" and was stirred by Sam's penetration, revived like Sleeping Beauty.

Desiree and Grace discussed a trainer named Peter she knew who would get Desiree ready for her next fight. They also talked about the bout with Sam as they finished a bottle of white wine Desiree had in the refrigerator.
Grace had fought Sam twice in the past and respected him as person and a fighter.
"But he hammered you, Dez! You were completely knocked out!"
Grace felt a good boxer with potential shouldn't take a knock out so early as Desiree did.
"How did I look?"
Grace let out a sharp laugh. "You were on your back, out!" Grace imitated the ref's sweeping hand motion when Desiree was declared out. "You were fast asleep! Don't you remember?"
"No." Desiree sat closer to Grace. "I barely knew anything, just that I felt so relaxed and....exposed..."
When Grace said nothing, Desiree pressed forward, allowing her nose to softly brush Grace's. Their lips touched and then pressed into each other. Desiree chased Grace's tongue around her mouth as she unbuttoned her friend's jeans. Just as quickly, Grace removed Desiree's skirt and threw Desiree's panties on the floor.

Partners in Crime Part 2

Gwen left Ethan with the job of securing Power Princess. Disarming the security protecting the Dread Diamond would take awhile, as not to signal the police if she made a mistake
Three Justice Force babes, Ethan thought koed and dreaming. He removed Power Princess' mask and took digital photos of all three crime fighters, their identities revealed. Once identified, the real identities of these super heroines would be made public, ending their law enforcement careers.
A hand pulled the camera from Ethan's grasp as he walked out of the storage room.
"I'll take that!"
Ethan turned to see Justice Force operative Scarlet Vixen. Ethan tried to escape down the hallway, but Scarlet Vixen yanked him back by his shirt collar. Flinging open the storage room door, Scarlet Vixen shoved Ethan inside the room. She immediately slugged him on the chin, landing the thief on the couch. Scarlet Vixen quickly checked her fallen comrades and then pulled a groaning Ethan to his feet.
"Where's your partner?" she demanded, knowing full well Ethan couldn't steal the Dread Diamond by himself.
"I'm not telling you!"
"Fine" Scarlet Vixen impatiently removed a a cell-phone like device from her utility belt and sprayed a dose of gas in Ethan's face.
"Wow...your...tits..." Ethan burbled. His body relaxed from under him and he stared lovingly at Scarlet Vixen. The crime fighter gave him another, smaller jet of gas and asked her question again.
Ethan was nearly unconscious and Scarlet Vixen was a pleasurable, gauzy blur. But the pretty blur asked about Gwen in such a sweet and sexy way that Ethan told Scarlet everything.
"Thank you, Ethan," purred Scarlet Vixen. "Pleasant dreams."
A quick whiff of the gas put Ethan completely under.
Scarlet Vixen quickly revived the other crime fighters.

"All right, bottle blond, don't move!"
Gwen felt the barrel of Power Princess' stun gun press against her shoulder just as she finished disabling the security system on the Dread Diamond. "Hands on your head!"
"Okay..." Gwen slowly raised her hands toward her head and then spun sideways, punching Power Princess in the gut.
A sudden neck chop crashed down on Gwen and she sagged. Agent Miki hauled the thief to her feet and socked Gwen on the chin.
"OOOHHHH!" expelled from the stumbling Gwen, who was stopped in her tracks by Night Ghost.
"This is to say hello to your boyfriend!" the newbie crime fighter said and tagged Gwen in the right eye.
Power Princess caught the bad girl and spun her so they were face to face.
"You sapped me, bitch!"
WHAM!!
WHAP!!
The the gut and head shots dimmed Gwen's vision. Gwen babbled stupidly.
"Prop her up!" ordered Scarlet Vixen. Agent Miki and Night Ghost grabbed Gwen dangling arms from behind. "Gwen, I remember you from the Sisterhood of Evil, you and Max Haig were partners."
Gwen smiled at the mention of her former lover.
"No you're free lancing with your boy toy."
"Boooyyy...fri...end..."
"Sorry, my mistake." Scarlet put in. "You look tired."
SOCK!
Gwen staggered into dim twilight and hit the floor.
"Damn, she's out!" Night Ghost declared.
"Just like her boyfriend. Let's take them down town." Scarlet Vixen said.

Natsu

Thinking about fucking instead of the fight, Natsu judged as she looked over her male opponent on the canvas.
"Thought I was just a string bean girl, did you?" she said to the unconscious Jon, who lay flat on his back.
Reconsidering her judgement as she threw down her black boxing gloves, Natsu thought there was more to Jon's motivation for fighting her than a precieved easy win.
Sex played a large part. Two years of mixed training and boxing had taught Natsu that straight guys who fought women were horny even if they didn't acknowledge it even to themselves.
But Jon had not called her "skinny" or "string bean" or worse as some boys did. Natsu simply assumed that was what he was thinking when he took her on because so many male opponents had expressed their thoughts out loud.
When Natsu set up Jon for the knockout punch in the fourth round, She saw desire in his eyes. But that lust wasn't only sexual, but also worship. While the rest of his body was a whirl of thrown punches and jabs, ducking and weaving, Jon's eyes begged Natsu to do anything to him.
"Hey punching bag, wake up!"
Natsu knelt next to her challenger and quickly removed his boxing gloves. She repeated her request twice, but received no answer.
Natsu smiled perversely and straddled the knocked out boxer.
"Come on, Jon, wake up!"
Natsu made her voice more strident and gave Jon two cracking slaps. Jon sighed.
Natsu had encountered men like Jon, who worshiped female strength. She knocked all of them out cold and slept with the ones she found attractive. Jon's looks appealed to her and she hoped they'd have a fun time, if only he would rejoin the conscious world.
She administered two more slaps and Jon's eyes popped open.
"Hey!....wha...I..."
Jon attempted a full thought, but stopped when his skull began to ache.
"I knocked you out, that's right! Remember anything?"
Jon thought hard.
"We were...fighting...and nothing..."
Natsu put Jon to sleep with a left to his jaw and a pounding right upper cut as he slumped sideways.
"Didn't think a girl like me could do that?" Natsu sat Jon up carefully. "Thought I was just a little push over!"
Jon's vision completely focused and he looked at Natsu. "No, I didn't."
By slow steps, Natsu moved Jon to his feet. Jon felt her right arm slip around his waist and tug him closer to her. Jon relaxed against Natsu as they walked to his corner of the ring.
"Don't fight anymore skinny girls," Natsu advised, wiping Jon's face with a towel. "You don't know what they can do."
Jon pulled Natsu close by her long, soft arms and they kissed.

Partners in Crime - Part one

Without much difficulty, Ethan thumped Night Ghost from behind. When the miniature sap struck behind the super heroine's right ear, shock stiffened her body and her face froze for an instant. Ethan nudged the female crime fighter, wearing her best dark blue body suit, backward. Ethan caught the suddenly limp girl over his arm, checked the hall way and carried Night Ghost to the storage closet.
Waiting there was Gwen, his partner in crime and love.
"One down," said the platinum blond, swinging open the storage room door. "Two to go."
Gwen loved to see a female do gooder clobbered.
Gwen lifted Night Ghost's dragging feet and helped Ethan carry her.
"Ever wonder why super heroines dress like sluts?" asked Gwen as they sat Night Ghost against the wall. "Look at those boots!"
"Yeah, the public loves it," Ethan replied. He deftly secured Night Ghost's ankles and wrists with plastic security ties. "We used to call them "fuck me quick" boots."
Ethan removed Night Ghost's black cowl, revealing the face of pretty, dark skinned, dark haired girl in her early 20s. Ethan thought Night Ghost looked placid in her unconscious state.
"Recognize her?" he asked Gwen.
"Nope. Must be a new recruit. Think she's from the Amazon Sisterhood?"
"Could be."
Ethan took three pictures of the supine girl's face with his digital camera. He and Gwen would later run the pictures through a computer identity data base to find Night Ghost, and her partner's, identities.
"Okay, your turn, sweetheart."
Gwen smiled.
Gwen landed the neck chop on the right side of Agent Miki's throat. It was Gwen's favorite way to deliver a knockout, especially to super heroines. Agent Miki, like so many of Gwen's previous victims, staggered like a drunk, blurting confused groans and fluttering her eyes. Miki attempted to stay upright and then the floor popped out from under her.
Agent Miki was one of three Justice Force agents assigned to security for the exhibition of the 5,000 karat Dread Diamond.
"Hey...Max..." the crime fighter murmured.
"Max?" demanded Gwen.
Ethan slipped off Agent Miki's eye mask.
"Damn, it's Miki!"
"You know her?"
"Don't you remember? She's Power Princess's cohort in Justice Force. When Justice Force was investigating the Sisterhood of Evil and the Mabuse computer virus, Agent Miki interrogated me and Jake."
"This frail little thing?"
Gwen and Ethan lifted Agent Miki between them and carried her back to the storage room.
"Yes, I recall, we found the both of you guys koed by her and Power Princess."
"They had a great way of extracting information..." Ethan said with nostalgia.
"How?" asked Gwen. They had just reached the storage room.
"The pair of them fucked Jake and I stupid. I couldn't lie to a woman who pleasured me like Miki did!" Ethan glanced up at his lover after settling Miki next to Night Ghost. His blood went cold. Gwen's eyes lanced him with rage.
"That was before I met you honey!"
"Yeah, moments before!" Gwen's fingers melded into a fist, preparing to slug Ethan when Miki stirred. Instead, Gwen socked the diminutive crime fighter on the lower jaw. Without a sound, Miki returned to dreamland, giving Gwen a jolt of release.
"Jesus Gwen, you have a jealousy problem!" Ethan said and quickly secured Miki's wrists and ankles.
"I know," Gwen admitted, the hot flushed feeling she just experienced evaporating from her body.
The couple exchanged an affectionate kiss. Ethan never comprehended his attraction to crazy girls like Gwen. A bottle blond, Gwen was a stereotypical Sisterhood of Evil agent. Gifted with an unstoppable drive for theft and sex, Gwen was the bad girl he had always dreamed of being with.
Ethan had decided that when they had enough money safely invested, he would ask Gwen to marry him. Working with a expert thief like Gwen was Ethan's path to a secure future.
"Gwen, why don't you take my turn? Put Power Princess out of commission."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course!"
"Thank you!" Gwen gave her man another big kiss. Gwen always took pleasure in beating up women bigger than her.
"Hello Princess, never thought I'd see you again."
The African-American amazon turned and saw Ethan leaned casually in the doorway of the exhibition hall. Behind her in a bullet-proof glass display case was the 5,000 carat Dread Diamond.
"So you did escape from Justice Force when we attacked the Sisterhood of Evil." Power Princess brought her wrist communicator to her lips.
"I did and I wouldn't bother with that. Your partners are currently incapacitated."
Power Princess strode angrily to Ethan. "If you hurt them in any way, I'll..."
Ethan held his palm out. "Agent Miki and Night Ghost are unhurt, but unconscious. Now I'd like to get the Dread Diamond and go...I'm sure you won't..."
"I will!"
Ethan hammered a gut punch to Power Princess, whose only response was a smile. She deftly blocked Ethan's next punch with the palm of her hand.
"Working with a partner today, Ethan?"
Power Princess had little difficulty bending Ethan's fist and laughed when he begged her to stop.
"Who is it? The little bottle blond tramp that ran with Max Haig?"
"Nooooo...stooooo..."
"Where is the little slut!?"
WHAP!!
A solid weight hammered through Power Princess' cowl and vibrated her skull.
"Oh shit!" Power Princess groaned, knowing she'd just been black jacked. The room whirled into darkness as the Princess went to her knees.
"Great shot Gwen, finish her!"
"Already there!" Gwen answered, pocketing her black jack. Stepping behind Power princess, gwen delivered a judo chop to side of Power Princees' neck.
Stars flooded her brain and Power Princess felt her entire body relax.
Gwen landed a second blow. Power Princess sighed and hit the floor, deeply unconscious.

First Date

A lot of guys hit on Nan. This made sense; she had an athletic body from working out at the club. But it was Nan's round, soft face that made her different from other women.
Men thought Nam was inexperienced, which was, in a certain sense, a fact. Nan had been with men since she was 16, a full decade ago. What Nan craved from a man, what she called "dominance," she could never provoke from a lover. No man ever owned her and this left her fustrated.
Gary didn't look very promising in that area, either, at least not at first. He was taller than Nan by an inch, a trait she loved. But Gary was skinny, wiry, so when he moved, he was like mercury on a flat surface, leaving no trace.
Nan's instincts made her agree to his dinner invitation. Gary was not the exact physical type she wanted, but he didn't seem to be the sort of asshole that would try to get her drunk on the first date.
And Gary wasn't. In the small Italian restaurant Gary took them to, Nan talked about working in the ad department of an online news service. Gary told her about working as a teacher of the blind.
At Gary's house, Nan discovered her date was training to be a boxer. Once she handled one of Gary's thick red boxing gloves, she couldn't stop caressing them.
"How do they feel?" she asked.
"They're light. I have different pairs with different weights."
"No, when you hit someone."
"I've been smacked so many times, you just forget it."
Nan frowned. "I mean when you punch somebody!" She gave Gary a mock-angry shot in the chest.
Gary didn't answer.
"Does it feel good?" Nan asked, slyly.
"Depends on who I'm fighting."
Seeing Nan tentatively fitting on the gloves, Gary asked if she would try them out.
Nan bit her lower lip in false reticence. "Well..."
"Ever box before? With a guy?"
"Yeah...I took classes in college...with girls," Nan lied.
"Then you know the basics?"
"Sure!"
As Gary tied up the gloves on Nan's fists, he noticed her breathing pick up. Gary got his favorite pair of gloves, not very different from Nan's. It took Gary a few moments to get Nan in the right position.
"Ready, Nan?"
"I am!"
She saw Gary pivot back on his left foot and then his right glove launch at her face.
BAM!!!
Pain stung and prickled through Nan's face. She grunted aloud and felt herself fly into the wall.
"Hurt...."
Nan wasn't sure if the word just drifted through her mind or if she also spoke it to Gary. Nan slept for five minutes.

After Gary got over the thrill of punching Nan out so swiftly, he checked her pulse and eyes, determining Nan was completely out cold. Gary memorialized their brief match by taking digital photos of Nan slumped against the wall, legs in a wide "V," gloves on the floor, her chin resting on her right shoulder.
When Nan woke on the couch, gloves removed, she was disoriented and achy, asking how she got there.
Memory eventually flooded back to her consciousness. When her head cleared completely about an hour later, she lead Gary by the hand to his bedroom.

The Cougars

Margie was Tom's wrestling partner for three weeks before he saw what great legs she had. Wearing a high cut bathing suit in the ring accentuated her solid, muscular thighs. Tom's interest in Margie's athletic body until then was fixed on the blonde's big chest and long hair.
Tom had been tag team wrestling, always with a female partner, for the last five years with the Northside Entertainment Group. Three women had come and gone under the team's title "Long Texas Tom and Baby Doll." The first two left because they got married and the third departed because her boyfriend didn't trust Tom. A wise judgement. Tom tried to fuck all three of his ring partners and was successful with the third.
Margie and Tom clicked with each other and were running together every morning, discussing the match ahead of them. Tom noticed Margie's fingers were ring less and that she never spoke of a boyfriend, but continually quizzed Tom on his love life. Tom cursed that word of his reputation with partners had reached Margie. This make nailing her just more difficult, he grumbled to himself.
When they practiced holds and throws, Margie was all business, wearing a black T-shirt with "Know The Ropes!" in white letters across her chest. When she pinned Tom, Margie's eyes narrowed like a cat's and her smile was more than playful.
The competition was other mixed tag teams, each taking on their gender counterpart. Tim always dived in first, tossing around or getting tossed around by his opponent. Margie, tagging in at the most dire moment, would trounce her foe. Tom loved to lean on the ropes and watch Margie prowl gracefully around the ring until she smacked, beat and squeezed her victim into submission. Occasionally, Tom had to rescue his partner from a male challenger who was about to execute a pile driver or sleeper hold on the girl.

Four months into the increasingly popular partnership, Tom and Margie were pitted against The Cougars, a pair of middle aged women who were touring along the East Coast. Tom was pleasantly shocked by the excellent physical condition both women were in when he and Margie met them before the fight.
Donna Alesia, a New Jersey native like Tom, nodded her head as she looked him over as they talked over previous matches. Tom fervently wanted to grapple with a woman who had such defined biceps and calves. Looking at her cream-white breasts, Tom decided to hook up with Donna after Margie and him defeated The Cougars that night.
In her dressing room, Veronica Mitchell, the voluptuous, long-legged member of The Cougars, told a thrilled Margie how pretty she was, how her one piece out fit flattered Margie's breasts and hips. A short shiver coursed through Margie when Veronica brushed strands of curly blond hair from Margie's cheek.

This was their biggest draw yet, Tom marveled to himself as the crowd cheered and whistled at him and the "Baby Doll." The shouting was even louder, but mixed with catcalls for The Cougars. Margie jumped in first, her fingers curling into Veronica's. For twenty seconds they struggled and the older woman forced Margie to bend. The Veronica let go of her opponent's hands and spun around, smacking her right boot on the side of Margie's head.
The ring seemed to shatter and Margie was sprawled on the canvas. Veronica pulled her up by her arms and pitched Amargo into the ropes. Still befuddled by the kick to the skull, Margie stumbled forward, off the ropes, hearing Tom warning yell.
Veronica's vertically extended arm caught the blond under the chin and then jerked upward. Margie was still for a moment and then landed on the canvas a second time, flat on her back.
The crowd screaming filled the hall. Veronica was smirking, confidently folding her arms as she watched the dazed girl stand up. When Margie began to sway toward Tom's extended hand, Veronica twisted Margie left arm behind the girl's back and twisted her wrist to her shoulders.
Margie yelled in agony, still waving her free hand at Tom. Finally, the tips of their fingers brushed each other. Tom sprang through the ropes, his fist directed at Veronica's head.
A sharp "CRACK" echoed through the hall as Donna's elbow butted Tom's jaw. Sharp pain jerked Tom sideways, behind Margie.
Veronica pushed her victim away and she Margie fell over Tom, slamming the canvas.
The Cougars joyously high-fived each other.
"Come on, pretty-pretty!" Veronica shouted, grabbing Margie by the shoulders. Veronica's fist bore into Margie's stomach. Donna also had Tom on his feet, moving him safely away from his partner's reach.
Unsure of her location, Margie saw Tom launching from Donna's arms. Veronica clutched her wrist and Margie was hurtling at Tom.
pain rattled Tom and Margie's skulls when their heads crackled together. Both wrestlers were in a KO daze, swaying around the ring dreamily.
Donna slapped his face twice.
"Huh? Wha...what...?"
As he snapped awake, Tom could feel Donna's muscular arms snake around his throat and constrict into what he knew was a sleeper. Glancing across the ring, Tom saw that Veronica was applying the same hold to Margie. Pressure increased on his neck.
"Bitch, let...go...!" Tom's hands uselessly pulled at Donna's iron biceps.
"Go to sleep Tom! The fight is over!" Donna whispered in his ear. "Go to sleep, go ahead.....I can see you want me...Go to sleep..."
Donna's voice was soothing and enticing, carnal and maternal. Tom's limbs began to relax. Through the spots collecting in his vision, Tom saw Margie was already in a sitting position, collapsed against Veronica's body. Margie was rapidly losing the fight to keep her eyes open, her open hands settling gently on Veronica's bare thighs.
"Your slut girlfriend is out cold!" Donna told Tom. "Now go to sleep!"
Tom wanted to fuck Donna so badly it hurt. He envisioned her naked and then sighed, drifting into blackness.

Late the next day, both Tom and Margie were released from the hospital. The wrestling circuit manager gave them two weeks to rest before resuming the tour. Tom called his partner every morning to check her condition and Margie did the same in the evening. When he phoned on the sixth day, Tom got Margie's voice mail, that told him that Margie would not be home for the next few days.
Tom sat home, his ribs still aching, wondering where Margie had gone. Donna called later that afternoon, asking Tom to dinner. As they ate, Donna apologized for the harshness of the sleeper and wondered how she could make it up to Tom.
Donna and Tom fucked all night. Tom wasn't surprised to discover Donna liked to be on top.
Donna made lunch for Tom when they finally woke the next day. She admitted to Tom and herself that, after their time together, she was sad to have to leave town.
"Veronica and I are scheduled for Trenton and Philly," Donna explained. "I hope Veronica had this much fun!"

During his contented drive home, Tom's cell phone rang. Margie needed a ride home.
"Christ, what happened?" Tom asked as they sat in Margie's kitchen.
"The bitch punched me out!"
Margie was surprised how calm, but concerned Tom was when she told what happened. The feeling left her excited to be alone with him.
"I'm sorry I disappeared like that...but I ran into veronica Mitchell and I..."
"Go ahead." Tom said, concerned, staring at the shiner under Margie's right eye.
"We were having a great time and then, without a word, she slugged me!"
Margie was closer to Tom now. "I was out cold. When i woke up, she was gone from our hotel."
"Did the...punch...hurt?" Tom asked. "Did you see stars?"
"It felt like a bee sting in my head and then I was gone."
Tom edged forward and pressed his lips to Margie's contusion. She started to say "What?", but their lips connected.
Tom's mind burned as he undid Margie's top.