Cat Girl Graduates

"What are your plans for her now?"
Newly minted Justice Force agent Cat Girl had just been KOed by Gentleman Johnny in the boxing ring of the Justice Force Headquarters Gymnasium.
"Walk her to the infirmary when she comes around," Johnny told Power Princess, Justice Force Commander. He undid his boxing gloves as they both surveyed the unconscious girl laying in a pile at their feet. Seeing the expression on Johnny's face as he looked at Cat Girl, her legs wide open in a "V" Power Princess recalled that Johnny was only a reformed bad guy. Along with joining in many of Justice Force's crime fighting crusades, Johnny had seduced a number of super heroines, including herself. Now it looked like he wanted to add Cat Girl to his list.
Power Princes knelt next to slumbering newbie and was forced to admire her nerve, along with Cat Girl's extremely fit body. Cat Girl had very recently graduated from Justice Force Academy, first in the class, which added to her already large reservoir of arrogance. Treating all classmates with haughty contempt didn't make her any friends and the habit of calling older, male crime fighters "gray hairs" or "golden dicks" had landed her in a match with Gentleman Johnny.
Johnny had worked Cat Girl over thoroughly until round four when it was obvious she was completely wasted. Johnny pressed her into one of the turnbuckles.
"Wait...wait!..." said the groggy Cat Girl. Through the popping stars and spinning wheels of color, she could see the older man was ready to slug her. Cat Girl struggled to raise her gloves to her face.
"Johnny...are you...gonna...knock me...out?"
"Out cold."
Despite physical and mental exhaustion, cold electricity moved through the beaten fighter and she began waving her fists as if to chase Johnny away.
"Plea...zzz...don't..knock...me...out..."
Cat Girl was frightened and aroused.
"Sorry Cat Girl, you need to learn a lesson in humility and respect. Time to go unconscious!"
BAM!!
the right hooked into Cat Girl's jaw perfectly. A feeling of  deep relief struck Cat Girl as blackness consumed her.

Cat Girl began to sigh as her head of straight, silky black hair rocked on her shoulders. Power Princess, looking down with a mixture of disappointment and affection, was the first thing Cat Girl saw through the slits of her opening eyes.
Even half awake, Cat Girl was taken with the Justice Force leader. A statuesque, powerfully built blond, Power Princes was a natural leader that all the cadets were drawn to and Cat Girl felt the attraction again. She imagined Power Princess taking her in her long muscular arms and holding Cat Girl to those full breasts. That would feel so good, Cat Girl mused.
"Agent Cat Girl, you need to be on you feet!" snapped Power Princess, ending the younger girl's daydream. Painfully, Cat Girl reached for the ropes to haul herself upwards.
"Johnny," said Power Princess. "I'm going to escort Cat Girl to the infirmary, where she'll likely be spending the night."
"I understand," Gentleman Johnny answered, adding "I can wait till tomorrow night." to himself.
"You can wait till tomorrow night."
"Yes, ma'am," he said and left the gym

"Cat Girl, have you learned from this experience with Johnny?"
Cat Girl, still groggy, focused. "Yeah...he thinks with his dick."
"Very true!" Power Princess conceded, reaching to pick up one of the boxing gloves Gentleman Johnny left behind. "What else?"
"Nothing."
"No, try again. Johnny is older, bigger and faster than you in the ring, so I hope you've learned the folly of fighting a male opponent like him without having more experience...just because you like sex with older men."
The last phrase fired a nerve in Cat Girl, who swung wildly at Power Princess, who stepped out  range. As if they were dance partners, Power Princess followed Cat Girl's lead and slugged her flush on the jaw.
reality stopped suddenly for Cat Girl, standing stiffly, staring into space, but seeing nothing. As she she dropped to the canvas, Power Princess caught her.
"Come on, stay with me!" Power Princess propped Cat Girl back on her feet and slapped her face a few times, clearing the younger woman's head.
"Being impulsive is no good in crime fighting," said the Justice Force commander. "If I were a bad guy like Lady Gwen, I'd of escaped you."
Cat Girl was shaking her skull and looking warily at Power Princess. "You...bitch..."
"Yep!"
Power Princess transferred the boxing glove to her other hand and pasted the other side of Cat Girl's face. The newbie agent went down hard on her ass, semi conscious and groaning. Power Princess waited a few seconds and then stood Cat Girl up.
"Now, an intelligent girl would have taken her lumps from Gentleman Johnny and changed her attitude. But you're not being very intelligent, are you?"
Cat Girl nodded at Power Princess and flinched when she saw the boxing glove hurtling her way.
SMACK!! was all Cat Girl heard before going out cold.
When her eyes fluttered open a few minutes later, Cat Girl was seated in her corner, stripped of her boxing gear. The dazed girl looked passively at the clothes laying on the canvas and then at the only thing she was still wearing: her pink undies and black boxing gloves.
Power Princess hauled Cat Girl upright a third and final time, having decided the disciplinary action was almost finished. Cat Girl put all the strength she could muster into keeping her eyes open wide enough to see Power Princess slip on both boxing gloves. Cat Girl was enthralled, watching Power Princess step back to size up the distance between them. She knew what was about to happen.
A harsh, left-right combination snapped Cat Girl's head side to side. Mouth fallen open, Cat Girl felt her eye lids droop shut. Hours seemed to go by for the pummeled young crime fighter, waiting for Power Princess to finish her off.
Cat Girl was too numb to feel the final blow. Blackness dropped on her and Cat Girl drifted downward like an autumn leaf onto Power Princess' shoulder.
"Johnny can have you tomorrow night, sweet heart," Power Princess told the unconscious girl. "You're getting your graduation present tonight."

The Lucky One - The Conclusion

Evan preferred Asian women, so he gravitated instinctively to May, ignoring stories about her and Desiree. Experience had demonstrated just how flexible women actually were and he continued to pursue May until she surrendered.
As he undressed the cheerfully drunk May, Evan listened to the disjointed history of the relationship with Desiree, muttering "Yeah? Oh yeah?" as he moved along. When May stood completely naked, she let out an expectant laugh and they kissed. Evan gently shoved her onto the bed and their lips met again.
"Evan...are...you going......!"

For two months, the triangle held. Evan was getting laid by the woman who fulfilled his fetish, while May was on her way to becoming Baby Jill's second mom.
May shifted her post-coital chatter with Evan from what an excellent fuck Desiree was to how Desiree's daughter was doing in preschool. Evan had the distinct feeling he was cheating with another woman's wife.
One afternoon, Evan got a call from Peter, asking him if he wanted to have a beer at The Clam Sandwich, a bar near the Amazonia Boxing Club.
"We both have women younger than ourselves," Peter said as they drank their Guinness. "We're lucky because we have fine women in our lives. But the problem with young girls is that they need guidance, a lot of it." 
Evan agreed by smiling.
"May needs direction, Evan, and I think you're the man to provide it."
Before Evan could protest, Peter continued. "Don't get me wrong. I like May and I appreciate having her around. I need to concentrate on the two health centers I manage plus a list personal training clients that is expanding. But I'm a married man, Desiree and Jill are everything to me."
"Never doubted it." replied Evan.
"May needs to channel her affection, learn to balance her feelings so they all don't bleed in one direction."
"They should also be directed to a second party?" asked Evan. Peter smiled, seeing that he was understood.
"Exactly."

The challenge from Evan surprised and perplexed May, but she wasn't scared to fight her lover, despite his advantage in height and arm length. The pair had been fucking so intensely for so long that even the idea of Evan hurting her seemed improbable. May accepted, convinced the match would be a kinky stimulant for their already vivid sex life.

Evan went easy for most of the bout at the Amazonia; half-seriously, half-flirtingly tagging May with punches that were delivered like foreplay. Pulling her into repeated clinches, Evan told May how strong she looked in her boxing outfit, how much she meant to him and what he was going to do to her when they got back to his place, all the while pounding her midsection.
When May reached her very familiar peak of arousal, Evan knocked her out cold.
May felt herself fly off her feet, the ring rushing by and then vanish into darkness.
The Asian girl landed a few feet from the spot where Evan had slugged her. Laying on her back, May's body shivered from an orgasm as Emma the Ref began the ten count.
Dreams of Evan, Desiree and Miley Cyrus flickered and merged erotically in May's brain.
When Emma shouted "Out!" over the sleeping girl, Desiree and Peter scrambled over to the unconscious May. As she helped lift and carry her lover to the corner, Desiree recognized the moisture that drenched the front of May's trunks.

May stayed away from both Desiree and Evan once she recovered, but it was futile. She was still in love with Desiree and the family that had sprang from their being together. Whenever she reran the last moments of the match, Evan's glove about to collide with her face, May felt a new intensity for him, that almost equaled how she loved Desiree.
Before they were reunited, May considered a three way, but decided against it. Balance was needed and May was going to find it.   

The Lucky One Part One

May was a small, pleasingly skinny girl of twenty-one, with a delicate, round face. She joined the Amazonia Boxing Club from Blake Mitchell University, where she was on the Womens Boxing Team., twice the national champions. May's pretty face was the home of sharp, brown eyes, inherited from her Vietnamese mother, and long black hair, the legacy of her Chinese father. These features distracted her opponents, male and female, from her strength and speed in the ring. May was nicknamed "The Lucky One," because such a small girl had the skill and power to land knockout punches that came out of nowhere.
Starting in college, May fell in love with guys and girls, always getting excited and giddy about the object of her affection. These affairs never lasted very long; May was focused on her grades and boxing.
After graduation, she found a job at a graphic design firm and fell in love with Desiree, one of the first girls she fought at the Amazonia.
They were similar in size and build, but Desiree was four years older and happily married to Peter, with whom she had a three year old daughter named Jill. Desiree had challenged May to a match, Desiree's usual procedure for acquiring a new female lover. When Desiree stuck to girls in her own weight class, she usually won by a knockout and then seduced the loser after the fight. So it was a surprise to everyone in Desiree's corner when May's left hook put Desiree to sleep late in round four.
May, as always, was thrilled by victory and turned on seeing her rag doll-limp challenger carried from the ring to the recovery room. The giddy feeling hit her strongly, but May held off on pursuing Desiree. The time wasn't perfect.

A week passed before May spoke to Desiree. Looking in her potential lover's eyes, May could see lust and anger coiled together, waiting for release.
"I want to fight you again!" May said.
"So you can knock me out again?" Desiree was sullen, but there was interest in her voice.
"Exactly. You were so cute and sexy on your back, out fucking cold!"
The girls melted into each others arms and kissed for a long minute. May pressed her mouth to Desiree's right ear.
"I'm going to knock you out so completely, you'll beg to be my bitch when you wake up!" whispered May, violently pushing Desiree from her. The older girl stumbled over her own feet and landed, ass first, on the gym mats. Instantly, Desiree sprang up and bolted away.

The rematch was shorter than the first bout by two rounds. Anger was clear in Desiree's face and she fought like an angry woman, precisely what May wanted. In the second, she started backing away  from Desiree, who turned aggressive. Soon, May was pressed onto the ropes, taking a continual stream of body and head shots. May let her right arm drift away from her head. Desiree fired a right upper cut to May's chin.
The young Asian girl was stretched out on her feet and the ropes strained to hold her as May tilted out of the ring. For a few seconds she thought how sexy Desiree looked with her hair pulled back in a tight pony tail and she relaxed into blackness.
Through the ten count by Emma the Ref, May slumbered face down. Desiree trotted  a full circle around the unconscious girl and then embraced Peter when Emma proclaimed her victory.

May and Desiree were lovers a few days later. While she had a place of her own, May spent a lot of time at Desiree and Peter's house, helping with domestic chores and baby Jill.
The vague, but recurring fear that Peter would, one day, not only have to share Desiree with another woman, but lose his wife to one, surfaced briefly for him. But after six months, the mental demon vanished. Without abandoning Desiree, May took up with Evan.

Back Yard Boxing - The Finish

Everyone we knew, including their friends, showed up for the match a week later. Mel rented a boxing ring that he set up in their back yard. I was in Anna's corner. In the days running up to the bout, I begged Anna not to go through with the fight, but the more I reasoned the more she became set on fighting.
"but I think it's sweet that you care," she chirped before the first round . I seriously doubted there would be a second.
Anna held her own for longer than I expected. Mel was the ref and he was fair, I have to admit, calling off Maria, his wife, when she was really punishing Anna. I was getting concerned, by round five.
"Anna, you've proved you can do this," I said as I sponged my friend's face. I found Anna fighting in her green one piece bathing suit very attractive, the suit hugging her ample chest and ass. Anna for the first time I saw Anna had great legs.
"I have this!" Anna insisted, slamming her gloves together. "I'm knocking that bitch out!"
DONG! the bell echoed through the back yard, followed by a surge of drunken screams from the crowd.
Maria danced around the determined Anna. Dipping to the left suddenly, Maria let Anna follow her lead. creating a small space for a right cross.
BAM!!!
The whole yard was silent.
Anna was still and her arms dropped at her sides. Mouth fallen open, Anna seemed to stare into the clear blue sky at something beautiful. As her pupils vanished into their sockets, Anna's legs buckled one after the other and she landed flat on her back, limbs positioned like a Maltese cross.
Anna was out cold.
Mel could see the fight was over, so he counted Anna out quickly so she could be carried from the canvas. Leaned over the turnbuckle, I stared at Anna, who was prone and blissfully asleep...and beautiful. Her nipples were fully erect on her big tits. Was she dreaming of another victory in the ring or in the bedroom? I didn't want Anna moved from that spot, she was so vulnerable and inert.
"Winner by a total knockout in the fifth round, Maria!" Mel declared, raising his wife's fist in the air. Through a pelting deluge of plastic cups and paper cups, I ran to Anna and sat her up.
she made no response to the gentle slaps I gave or my voice calling her name. Even as Mel and I transported her inside, I was massively aroused.
Maria showed up with her digital camera pointed at her victim on the couch. "I told you I knock that bitch into dreamland!" she informed Mel and I. As I was about to wave smelling salts under Anna's nose, Maria pushed my hand away.
"Not yet!" Maria was very excited. "I don't have enough shots!!"
"Maria, she's out cold!" I protested.
"I know." was Maria's casual response."I'll make copies for you, don't worry."

Anna was conscious five minutes later and I drove her home after an hour's rest. I helped her into her apartment, she was still a little wobbly from the knockout.
"I had another dream when I was knocked out," she told me. "Could you sit with me?"
"Sure," I answered and sat next to her in the couch, as close as I could reasonably get. "What happened in the dream?"
Anna smiled and kissed me. For a breathless moment we looked at each other, savoring the taste of each others lips. "I'll show you." Anna whispered..

Back Yard Boxing Part 1

I'd known Anna for a few years before we reached the "relationship" level. It took  an outside influence to make that happen; in my case, a back yard boxing match.
Anna was then, as she is now, the steadiest female presence in my life. We'd go to cookouts and poker games at my friend Mel's house. Anna's flirty nature and skill with cards made her appealing to everyone, except Mel's wife, Maria. Maria was not amused by Anna's friendliness with her husband, that was just harmless flirting which included a noticeable physicality. Maybe Anna was trying to get somewhere with Mel, I know she loved the male attention her behavior elicited.
You could say that Anna, with her jet black hair and great tits, was a little broad in the beam, but I always liked full figure girls. Maria was pretty in a tough sort of way and was  a complete control freak. The bad blood between the two women increased to such that I would not take Anna to Mel's place again.
But on the afternoon of what should have been her last visit, a cat fight erupted when Anna got too touchy with Mel  for Maria's liking. The cat fight lasted about a minute, but before we could stop them, Maria plowed a right to Anna's jaw spinning her into a staggering KO daze.
"Lights out, cunt!"
To emphasize her statement, Maria smashed a half empty beer bottle on the back of Anna's head.
Anna went bolt straight, her lovely brown eyes wide from the shock. Those eyes shut and Anna cracked a dreamy smile. Heaving a sigh, Anna passed out, legs folding as she fell. I caught her before she could strike the tiled patio floor.
Mel and I carried the limp girl inside the house, settling her on the living room couch.
Anna was out cold for ten minutes. From the smile on her red lips and her erect nipples, we could plainly see she was dreaming. When Mel placed a cold compress on Anna's forehead, she sighed a few times and emerged from unconsciousness.
"Did I win?" she asked me, sounding unsure if she had reconnected to reality.
"No, you lost by a knockout," I answered.
Anna swallowed the aspirin Mel gave her and then rested for ten minutes, telling me about the dream she had while out for the count. In her dream, Anna brawled with maria in a boxing match, eventually knocking Maria out.
"You were there," she added. "When I was declared the winner, you lifted me off the ground in your arms. I felt so strong and powerful when you held me!"
On the way to walking Anna to my car, we were confronted by Maria.
"This is not over, bitch!" Maria spat. "I want a real fight!"
Anna looked angrily at Maria and took an unsteady step toward her. "Fine! We'll box to a knockout!"

Andrea

Sam loved female fighters. Many of the women at the Amazonia Boxing Club, especially the ones in their 20s, recognized Sam's love as more than affection and gratification. They discovered quickly he not only enjoyed sex with female boxers, but that he was in love with their bodies - the way they moved around the ring during a bout, how the women looked in their trunks and boxing gloves. The women boxers were the embodiment of female power.
Male female relations at the Amazonia fit two categories: either brief, intense flings usually consummated after a mixed match or the union of soul mates like Desiree and Sam's friend, Peter. Events worked out differently for Sam. Starting as a training or sparring partner, Sam slept with a number of female boxers and three of them, Kaylee, Jo and Sonia, became permanent sex partners.
On instinct, Sam understood how these women concentrated on mental and physical perfection, on being impregnable. A show of too much emotional weakness could be disastrous to a fighter. But with Sam, they were secure, though they could never explain why. "When we fuck, I feel like nothing could be wrong!" Jo told a friend. The women's locker room of the Amazonia buzzed with his praise.

Andrea heard all the talk and hated Sam. She thought all the happiness and satisfaction Sam imparted to his lovers was in the stupid girls' minds. He was just an exploiter who found access to any woman's weak point, Andrea told her fellow fighters. Their pussies.
Sam was just as attracted to Andrea as to the other women, maybe more. She was tall, round chested, with black hair and complexion that fascinated men and women. Sam didn't count on being with Andrea any time soon, as much as he wanted that to happen. And he didn't believe that was so only because he thought she was a lesbian.
It felt certain to Sam that he and Andrea would end up in a match, a bout where she challenged him.In round three, Andrea took control of the fight and, in front of half the women in the club, beat Sam up. He was pinned on the ropes in the fifth. A rapid series of left-right combinations to Sam's head and body exhausted him and then put him out on his feet.
Going for the kill, Andrea ignored the cries and boos directed at her from the spectators and positioned Sam for the finisher.
"Satisfy this, lover boy!!" Andrea scoffed.
The right sailed in a wide arc at Sam's skull. He was dopily looking at Andrea's pouty red lips and strong shoulders when all the lights went out.
Sam was prone through Emma the Ref's ten count and when he was carried from the ring by Jo and Kaylee.

This was not the first defeat Sam had taken from a woman, but Andrea in the ring addled him.The night after the fight, Sam had Kaylee, Jo and Sonia to his house for dinner. The women slept through most of the morning, curled up against each other like tired kittens. Sam, whistling happily, cooked late breakfast.

Andrea was now comfortably on Sam's mind. The total trouncing she administered, convinced Sam of Andrea's invincebility. No matter how often he climbed in the ring with Andrea, Sam was always going to get knocked out, which would make Andrea endlessly more desirable. He hoped to see her at the Amazonia, where, after winning their bout, he hoped Andrea would be more amenable to sleeping with him.
But Andrea avoided Sam. When she thought about beating Sam unconscious, Andrea became giddy and lightheaded. Hating Sam was impossible. 

Weeks later the couple encountered each other at a party and for a moment they were silent. Sam surveyed the parts of Andrea's body he could not pay attention to when they fought. Andrea head began to swim
and clasped the wall keep standing.
"I want a rematch." Sam proposed.
Andrea accepted, leaning toward his right ear, the dizziness suddenly vanished. "Baby, I'm going to knock you the fuck out!"

Kaylee rubbed down her man's back and shoulders, while Jo and Sonia provided a stream of advice on how to do the most damage to Andrea in the shortest amount of time. As stimulating as it was to hear Sonia describe how to beat up another woman, Sam's focus was across the ring.
Andrea stared back, concentrating on her desire to beat Sam unconscious with her fists. The intent was clear on her face, lending Andrea a harsh beauty that caused Sam to wonder when he could strike her weak spot. If she saw his attack coming, he would lose the fight and they would never fuck and the thought of sex with this powerful woman influenced Sam's planning.

Sam made his move in the third round. Andrea hunted him earlier, but Sam kept mobile, hit and then quickly retreated, which irritated the female fighter. Without warning, Sam reversed his tactics and engaged Andrea, making his punches solid and careful. Being a stronger fighter, Andrea hit backer harder and more accurately.
In the fourth round, Sam seemed to falter and Andrea pressed him closely, often maneuvering him into corners or onto the ropes, pounding combinations to Sam's head and torso. Sam began to leave his head open, his gloves positioned lazily by his forehead. Andrea opened up on his skull and in a few seconds, Sam was on the canvas in a daze. Andrea repeated her attack each time Sam beat the count, more aggressive each time.
She didn't hear the female voices cheering for Sam and booing her. Andrea was too absorbed in punching Sam to know the audience had turned on her. Then the shouting crashed on her when Sam went down for the fourth time, feeling around the canvas with his gloves for something to steady himself. Taking in the angry spectators all at once, she looked at them in confusion and then shouted at Sam: "I see what you're doing! Get up and fight!"
Sam clasped the ropes and climbed up.He swayed unsteadily, focused and held up his fists
Andrea pounced immediately. "They love you and your big prick so much!" whispered Andrea. She was nearly face to face with Sam, throwing punches all over him. He kept standing, although everyone saw he was faltering. "Make me the bad girl who beats up their Romeo!"
A painful smile spread across Sam's face. Andrea returned the grin and tagged his chin with all her strength.
Sam was flat on the canvas, unmoving like a soldier shot by a merciless enemy. Emma the Ref pushed Andrea to a neutral corner  and began the count. As she got closer to "ten," the screams of derision increasingly filled the gym, until, when Emma shouted "You are out!" Jo sprinted across the ring, spun Andrea by her shoulder and delivered a straight right to her jaw.
The "bully" landed a few feet from her "victim," joining him in dreamland.

Sam was hospitalized for three days. Jo, Kaylee, and Sonia worked in shifts, visiting, bringing lunches and dinners they worked on together. During visiting hours, Sam and the women discussed Sam's suggestion that they all move into one large house.
Andrea appeared when Sam expected, late in the evening of his last day in the hospital, after Kaylee, Sonia and especially Jo had gone home.
"How you feeling, Sam?"
"Better." Sam answered, watching the girl as she closed the door and walked slowly to his bedside.He laughed silently at the red bruise left behind by Jo's attack.
"Did you plan for me to put you in this condition?" she asked.
"No, not this bad. But you did okay."
Andrea hesitated for a moment, but couldn't stop herself. She kissed Sam and they embraced. Slipping under the covers, she let him undo her jeans.     

Four Down and Out

There was a satisfaction for Greg seeing Kaylee inert on the mattress. The slumbering blond, in her shorts and tank top, was very attractive, even though brunettes were his first choice – like Paula and Cathy who were Kaylee’s seconds for the private boxing match.
His next challenger, Desiree, stood in her corner, where Paula and Cathy rubbed her shoulders and encouraged their fighter.
Desiree was furious.
The expression she showed Greg did nothing to hide her anger. She and Desiree had become close friends since Kaylee’s marriage broke up. Rumors around the Amazonia Boxing Club stated the women had also been lovers at one point. And Greg did an extensive job of getting Kaylee ready to be unconscious; forcing the girl onto the ropes and beating her till she was exhausted. Greg admitted to himself that Kaylee had more stamina than expected, but she was out cold before the fourth round.
As the fighters opened up on each other at the bell, Greg admired Desiree’s physicality. Lean and shorter than either himself or defeated partner, with well developed biceps, Desiree’s fighting skills were formidable. The punches stung Greg, who had to blink and shake his head to clear away the stabbing pain. Counter punching should have slowed the diminutive brawler, but getting smacked simply increased Desiree’s feeling of being challenged.
Very quickly, Greg tired of being needled. He began watching the way Desiree threw punches and moved around the ring. She’s fighting through being tired, Greg discovered. And she’s not watching me. Greg swung high with his right to Desiree’s head. When she shifted to block the punch, Greg threw a left directly to her upper abdomen, hammering the solar plexus. Desiree gasped as her entire face jammed onto her nose. Greg’s right launched again, connecting with Desiree’s jaw, tossing her sideways. Hands extended outward, Desiree tried to stop her descent, but her ankles folded and she crashed on the canvas.
Tumbling onto her back, Desiree glanced around the ring in total confusion, until Cathy appeared above her, calling out numbers, slowly and loudly. Twice Desiree tried to sit up. On the third, Desiree succeed and moved with deliberation to her feet, ignoring Cathy’s voice telling her to “go slow!”
Greg moved back, allowing Desiree to focus and raise her fists. He crowded Desiree immediately after Cathy yelled “Fight!”
Skillfully, he pressed Desiree into the ropes, surgically pounding her torso, aiming to wear her out completely. Desiree huddled into a crouch, but Greg’s insistent clouting cleared her arms with ease. Thirty seconds of punishment elapsed and then Greg stopped to survey his work.
Desiree, still weakly guarding her midsection and head, sank on the top rope. Her arms were now too heavy to keep raised and, when they fell away, Greg slugged Desiree on the jaw.
A long moan came from the girl. She suddenly went numb and groggy at once. Reality began running down for Desiree.
Greg placed his left glove under Desiree’s dimpled chin. His right curved down below his waist and then flew up, slamming Desiree’s skull a second time.
Desiree’s eyes were just slits.
“OOOOOFFFF!!” Desire blurted as the third impact. Her limbs seemed to liquefy as Desiree took a few, dancing steps toward Greg. The last punch ejected consciousness from her being and spun her into perfect blackness. Desiree landed on her back, motionless.
“I’m not bothering with a count,” said Cathy, clearly disgusted with Greg’s brutality, as she climbed into the ring. “Help me here, Paula.”
Paula stood wide-eyed at Greg.
“Paula, help me with Diz,” Cathy repeated.
Both girl carried the knocked out Desiree to the mattress next to Kaylee’s and removed Desiree’s boxing gloves.
“Know what you are, Greg?!” Cathy demanded, thumbing open Desiree’s eyelids.
Greg knew exactly what he was: a bully. In the last ten minutes, he bulldozed his way through two mixed boxing matches, leaving a pair of women flattened and out like a light in his wake. Watching Cathy slip a pillow under Desiree’s head, Greg decided to make it a trio.
“Yeah, I’m a bully.”
He moved at Cathy, who stood instantly to confront him. Paula felt her heart beat faster, entranced by the confrontation.
“I’m not afraid of you, Greg!” declared Cathy.
“Good.”
WHAP!
The left hook turned Cathy in a circle and then dropped her on the mattress beside Desiree.
“Did you like that, Paula?” asked Greg, his voice and movements becoming gently seductive.
Paula tried speaking, but could only nod. She made a hesitant retreat while Greg surged in her direction.
“That’s why you came tonight, they didn’t need you as a second,” Greg suggested. “You knew full well I’d knock Kaylee and Desiree out cold and Cathy was desert.
Paula barely whispered “Yeah…” when she bumped against the side of the ring.
“You wanted to see a man like me beat them up?”
Greg wrapped Paula in a long embrace and kiss that she never resisted. “You’re really happy seeing Cathy out cold?”
Paula was nearly out of breath. Greg started to pull his arm back, but Paula grabbed his fist and brought it up to her face. Smiling at the boxing glove as if worshiping an idol, Paula kissed it, feeling the fist beneath the padding.
Greg wished his captive “Pleasant dreams!”
Paula’s eyes closed at the wallop and she melted into Greg’s arms, her head resting on his right shoulder.