Doubles

Ethan nearly emptied the wall safe of valuables when a pair of delicate fingers tapped his shoulder.
"Hey, sexy!" a breezy,  feminine voice sang as he turned.
Before him stood a slender blonde, with pugnacious tits. Ethan guessed she was no more than twenty five.  This was Daphne, a newly accredited Justice Force member. She leveled a small cell phone in Ethan's face.
"Dream about me, Ethan!"
Her thumb pressed a green button and a stream of pink smoke enveloped the burglar's face.
A whiff of honey passed into his nostrils, making Ethan light headed. Even though the floor was definitely roiling, Ethan wanted badly to make love to Daphne, who, he finally realized,  had subdued him. He felt intense desire for her smooth breasts and crashed on the floor, fast asleep. Daphne rolled her victim over and was aroused by the dreamy smile on his lips.
"I know who you're dreaming about!" she teased as she kissed Ethan. "And dreams come true....sometimes!" She giggled as she stood up.

The hard edge of an extended hand slammed into her neck.
Daphne wanted desperately to face her attacker, but reality swam away. The newbie crimefighter surrendered with a sigh and landed in the arms of the older gentleman who clocked her.
"It's okay, Big Daddy Jake's got you," he said, laying Daphne beside Ethan. Quickly,  he bound her wrists and ankles.

A double neck chop hit Jake from behind.
"I might have known Jake from the Sisterhood of Evil was behind this!" said Lady Astra,  a Justice Force senior operative.
Jake went glassy eyed and Lady Astra nudged his chest,  sending him down.
Lady Astra cut the plastic ties that bound  Daphne and gently slapped the girl's face.
"Hey!? Where...happen....."
"The silver fox from Sisterhood of Evil got the drop on you," explained Lady Astra. "That must be his partner, Ethan, over there."
"You know them?"  Daphne looked over both fallen males at their feet. "They're cute!"
"Jake and Ethan work for the Sisterhood."
"Jake reminds me of my...."
"Shhhh!" Lady Astra stopped Daphne's observantion. "We're talking them back to my private residence ."
Daphne became excited.  "Not headquarters!?"
"No, not yet."

Lady Astra in a white silk negligee was the first thing Ethan saw when he came around. The KO gas was potent,  he'd been out for hours.
"Hello, Ethan,  you're Jake's partner. " she said. "On assignment from Sisterhood of Evil. "
Ethan could barely nod his head. Lady Astrisa walked toward him slowly. "Thank goodness we stopped you and Jake from stealing all that money and jewelry that belonged to those nice, rich people. "
"We?" Ethan asked, still sleepy.
"I am Lady Astra and my partner is Daphne."
Lady Astra leaned in and kissed Ethan.  A wave of lust washed over Ethan, who liked older women. Lady Astra let one skinny strap slip from her shoulder. Ethan helped with the other.
"Men at your age, Ethan,  are young, dumb and full of cum. Does that describe you?"
Fully awake,  Ethan cried, "Yes!"

In the time Lady Astra took to wrap Ethan around her finger, Daphne and Jake had had three orgasms. Daphne's body and blonde hair eliminated any need for foreplay.  Her gleaming blue eyes said "Fuck me now!" to any man she desired.
"Jake, you're like a big, strong teddy bear!" Daphne told her prisoner. "With a big dick."
"Thanks, sweetie, " Jake replied, kissing the girl whose head rested on his chest. "Sorry about knocking you out cold."
"Part of the job....but I'll be getting even."
Knowing one shot to the chin would send Daphne to Dreamland, Jake was intrigued.  "Oh, yeah?"
"Tomorrow morning you and I are going to have another round in the downstairs gym,
and Ethan battles Lady Astra."
"Sounds great!" Jake said.
"If we win, you two are going to jail," Daphne giggled at the thought of putting Jake in cuffs. "If you and Jake win, you both go free."
"Think I can't KO you?"
"No chance!" Daphne confirmed.

"This shouldn't be a problem for you, Jake, " enthused Ethan while he stood in his friend's corner. They were in the boxing ring of Lady Astra's personal gym.
"Daphne said she was looking forward to this," Jake replied, grinning at the blonde in the opposite corner.
At the bell, Daphne strode out ahead of the older man, who felt a vague reluctance to slug a twenty-five year old woman he'd just been sleeping with. Daphne pressed into Jake with her fists.  Most punches he deflected, but the ones that connected were painful.
For the two rounds that followed, Jake let himself be chased. He saw by the light in Daphne's eyes that each punch she landed was an orgasm for the good girl.
When Daphne failed to pull back a mistimed right, the older man tagged the blondie's chin precisely.
Daphne's vision spun in a circle, her limbs out of control. Jake slammed her midsection and detonated a follow through to her head. Daphne was never clear where the second punch landed. The ring was now perfectly still. Darkness drifted into her eyes.
Daphne slumped onto Jake's chest, utterly unconscious.
Carefully,  Jake eased his lover to the canvas. An enraged Lady Astra shoved Jake aside and began the ten count. Daphne slumbered peacefully as Ethan and Lady Astra carried her to a nearby bedroom. It took five minutes for Daphne to recover completely.

Lady Astra returned alone for the second match.
"Daphne is recovering," she told the two men. "It doesn't matter since I'm counting ten over you, Ethan!"
Ethan was apprehensive.
"Jake, she doesn't want to have sex with me anymore, does she?"
"Of course Astra wants you on your back."
"Yeah?"
"Sure...and out for the count!"
"Wait! What?"
The automatic bell rang and Jake shoved Ethan forward.
Lady Astra attacked immediately, slugging her lover with sharp,  brutal punches. Perplexed by the onslaught, Ethan retreated.
I had her shouting my name last night, he thought in a panic.  Now I'm about to be..
From the edge of his vision Ethan saw a red glove swing out at him.
BAP!
The short smack of leather on his head was all Ethan heard before he went to sleep.

During his ongoing tenure with Sisterhood of Evil, Ethan encountered many attractive women, a number of whom he slept with. One was his "most of the time" girlfriend Gwen, who appeared to him as he dreamed through the ten count.
"Hey Ethan, how you feeling?" Gwen asked. They embraced in a kiss. A bed materialized beside them.
"Better now that we're together!"
"Good. You got knocked out cold by that cougar. Do you want to finish the fight or stay here in Dreamland so we can fuck?"
Ethan pressed Gwen to the mattress.

"Ethan, can you hear me?"
He saw Jake standing over him. "You're not Gwen."
"No, really?" said Jake. "The bell saved you."
Ethan peered over his friend's shoulder to see Lady Astra, seductively banging her gloves together.
"Focus Ethan! Neither of us wants jail time!"
Jake hauled the fighter to his feet.
"Okay, hold still so I can finish this!" Lady Astra shouted and fists flew.
The male fighter delivered a combo to the superherione's belly.  Lady Astra groaned deeply, more from shock than pain. Ethan uppercuted her chin. The burst of stars was brief.
Lady Astra plunged into an ocean of blackness.
"You knocked her out!" Jake exclaimed. Ethan watched the gentle rise and fall of Lady Astra's breasts. "I'm sorry Astra!" he told the sleeping woman.
"Get your gloves off, Ethan!" Jake pressed two fingers to her throat. "Her pulse is good. She's going to wake in a minute or so.  Let's go!"
Ethan remained standing by Lady Astra for a few seconds and then bolted to catch up with Jake.

Good Girls Play Rough

The intial encounter with Atomic Girl was in the main ring of the Amazonia Boxing Club. To raise money for charity, any man could donate $300 to go one entire round with one of Justice Force's best known crimefighters.
 Only on cable TV had Roger witnessed Atomic Girl foiling the plans of supervillains and be interviewed about it on talk shows. Standing opposite her amid shouting female spectators, transfixed by the good girl's hourglass figure, silken black hair, and piercing amber eyes, Roger could only answer "Yeah...." to the stream of advice  his girlfriend Marcy supplied.
Emma the Ref waved the fighters in.
"Hey, Roger!" Atomic Girl gushed. "You look like you might last longer than those last few hammer dicks I just knocked out!"
"I can go a long time!"
Atomic Girl laughed at Roger's innuendo.
"Can't wait!" the superherione answered.

The cheers that echoed as the bell rang and Atomic Girl danced out, ready to fight, worried Roger. Six previous challengers had been carried to the recovery room well before the round ended. Roger wondered how long this match would last.
They both fought close. Atomic Girl was more impressed with Roger than the other men, but she knew lust was clouding his brain zame as the others and she waited.
"God damn, look at you Roger! Swinging a massive boner while fighting me! And your girl only a few feet away!" taunted the good girl. "I nut shot a guy just like you and he was out cold for ten minutes!"
Roger was angered and aroused by Atomic Girl.  A perverse desire to punch her massive breasts came over him. Roger knew that was cruel and was barely able to contain the urge.
Atomic Girl stepped in and put a hook on Roger's chin. Out on his feet, Roger fell back on the ropes, eyes glassy,  arms lifeless.

Fragmentary thoughts of Atomic Girl's thighs and the fact that he'd soon be sleeping bounced in his skull. Atomic Girl grabbed Roger by his right arm and gently guided him to the center of the ring. The crowd of female spectators went into ecstasy when she raised her right fist for all to see.
Atomic Girl delivered a devastating upper cut.
A black wall slammed into Roger and he was out. Emma the Ref counted him out as Marcy screamed for him to wake up.
Banging her gloves together loudly,  Atomic Girl strode casually to her corner where her second,  Laura, was waiting.
"You own him!" Laura exclaimed.
"I sure do!" Atomic Girl affirmed, leaning on the turnbuckle to watch Emma the Ref and Marcy remove Roger from the ring.
"Get his number, would you, Laura?"

Atomic Girl enjoyed men - fucking them,  punching them very hard, especially when capturing villains. Knocking out Roger was the biggest thrill of entire charity bout for Atomic Girl and she suspected he felt the same way.

They met behind Marcy's back a week later. After dinner, the couple went to Roger's place.
After the seventh, eye-rolling orgasm, Roger admitted that he had fantasized about sex with a superherione since he was a teenager.
"I get that a lot," said Atomic Girl and kissed her latest bed partner.  "Guys like you want to be beaten by Good Girls. Did you like our time together in the ring?"
"Fuck, yeah!"
Roger returned the kiss and nuzzled Atomic Girl's cantaloupe like breasts. She slipped under Roger and felt his love.

Sunrise found Atomic Girl the most sexually satisfied she'd been all year. Roger was one for the record books, she decided.
Roger was stupid in love.
"Marcy" was a five letter word he couldn't spell. He implored his new love to stay and, when Atomic Girl explained that she couldn't,  Roger wanted to make another date.
"Look, Roger sweetie, I know last night might have been the best sex of your life..."
"Yes! It was!"
"Roger, I'm not looking for a full time man in my life, just a lot of part timers!"
"But I love you!"
Atomic Girl resigned herself and gave Roger a forceful kiss. "I'm sorry."
WHAP!
The punch cracked on Roger's chin. His body went rigid. Atomic Girl waited a moment and pursed her lips. She blew gently on Roger, who just as gently landed on the bed.
Atomic Girl tenderly ran her fingers on Roger's face and pulled the covers over him. The force of the punch was measured exactly.  Atomic Girl would be long gone when Roger came to.
"Good girls play rough, " she told him.

    

The Love Knockout

The bedroom window was left open,  letting in the chilly early morning air. Kim and Victor snuggled under the covers, keeping each other pleasantly warm.
Kim slept in his arms,  giving Victor the chance to contemplate his new lover and their night together.
With nothing planned,  Kim accepted Victor's  invitation to dinner after they finished their workout at the Amazonia Boxing Club.
They clicked immediately.
Kim reminded Victor of the girls he fantasized about in high school: slender blondes, who still managed to have fleshy thighs and stand up tits. The nickname Kim earned at the Amazonia was "Snow Leopard" and Victor had watched her nurmerous times stalk opponents like her namesake until they were laid out.
But over dinner at Devon's, Kim was thoughtful and fun. It was clear that she didn't just like men physically.

"I think we ought to fight!" Kim whispered in his ear after she woke.
Victor shifted his body cautiously.  "Here? Now?"
"No! At the Amazonia! Next Friday!"
Victor looked into that open face, mussed blonde hair tumbled around it. "Was something wrong last night?"
"No! You were great,  everything was right!"
"Oh, great!" exclaimed Victor,  hoping the discussion was over.
"Are you afraid, Victor? Afraid I'll knock you out in front of your buddies?"
"I've seen you fight,  you're really gifted. But Kim, I....uh..."
"What?"
"I can knock you out."
Kim gently rubbed noses with Victor and kissed him.
"And you're worried about my reaction...that I'll cut you off?"
Before Victor could deny the obvious, Kim sprang from the bed and pulled on her clothes.
"It's a disappointment you don't have more faith in women."
Kim disappeared down the hall to the kitchen.
"Want some scrambled eggs?" she called out.

Going to fuck her tonight! Victor repeated to himself as the match started.
Female spectators cheered Kim entering the ring, clad in nuptial white trunks and gloves. "Ready for to get your ass kicked?" Kim purred as her eyes cut into Victor seductively.
"This might be a bad idea..." Victor began,  but Kim turned decisively on her heel and strode to her corner, giving Victor a good legs and ass show.
At the bell, Kim stalked out.
Victor fought back. Almost every punch connected on Kim, but she barely reacted. When he saw Kim cock back her right, Victor blasted her solar plexus twice.
Agony twisted the girl fighter.
"Uhhh....Victor....wh...y...!?"
Icy panic went through the male boxer. His right fist flew out of his control, colliding with the point of Kim's chin.
The blonde amazon staggered, aware only that the pain was washed from her body. Like a roller coaster on a steep plunge, Kim went to the canvas, landing in darkness.  Emma the Ref shoved Victor away and started the count.
Kim slumbered, red lips parted enough to reveal a small portion of a pink tongue.
"Seven!" Emma shouted.
The bell clanged mercifully and Kim's seconds dashed through the ropes and knelt beside the knocked out woman. They thumbed Kim's eyes.
"Congratulations Victor," Emma said. "You're the proud father of a complete knockout!"
Standing a few feet away, Victor could see the limp girl, nipples poking into her top, moved back to her corner.
Christ, thank you! he thought when Kim opened her eyes.

Minutes later Kim was standing on her own,  shaking the residue of Victor's KO punch from her brain.
"I don't know what came over me!" implored Victor.
"Shut up!" Kim spat back, staring at Victor like a lioness smelling blood.
The left-right combination to Victor 's head was the first volley in a barrage that landed from all directions.  Amid the flashes of white leather and glimpses of Kim's infernal eyes, the right punch connected. Sleep came down on Victor like a curtain and embraced him..

Coolness was Victor's first sensation when his eyes opened. Kim was holding an ice pack on the side of his face.
"Welcome back from Dreamland!"
Victor noticed a red bruise on her chin. He stared at it while they talked.
"How long was I out?"
"A few minutes or so...maybe more..."
Kim reached down the front of her lover's trunks and stroked his member.
"You owe me, boy!"
Victor could only grasp "Eye....eye...do...!"
"Yes, a dinner and a fuck and then more!"
Victor gasped a jumble of exclamations as Kim brought him to orgasm.
As Victor climaxed, Kim slugged him, putting out the lights.
"Sweet dreams, lover boy!" she whispered in his ear.

A Regular Schmoe

It took a while for Jeff to challenge Josei Bokusa to a match. When asked about it later,  Jeff confessed he thought she was too plain looking.
"Until I looked in her eyes when we first spoke at the Amazonia, I didn't see how strong she was."
Emma the Ref waved the fighters together to review the rules. It was routine for both boxers.  Jeff was a five year veteran  of the Amazonia Boxing Club and though she had only recently joined, Josei had fought mixed matches in Japan before joining "Team Good Girls " in The World Women's Wrestling League out of New York City.
Emma glanced at the muscular,  twenty-six year old Josei and nearly wished Jeff pleasant dreams. When the couple touched gloves and returned to their corners,  Emma decided guys like Jeff get what they deserve,  which wasn't always bad.

"You ready, Jeff?" asked Josei as they traded punches.  An excited thought skipped through Jeff's brain.
"Ready for what?"
"What do you think, horn dog!?"
WHAP!
Jeff was aware of the swift turn of Josei's body, placing force behind her right fist, then sharp pain in his face, followed by blanketing sleep.
A few voices trickled down to Jeff, Emma the Ref and Josei's, but they were just sounds.  Jeff didn't care.
The blackness evaporated and Jeff felt
horrible. Emma the Ref was in his face, calling his name.
"Emm..."
"Yeah, what is your name?" Emma asked.
"Em..mm..a..."
"No, what is your name?!"
"Jeff..what...?"
"You got KOed. Josei got you with one punch and you were gone."
"How long?" Jeff continued as his vision focused.
"Five minutes. "
"Where's..?"
"Gone." Emma stated.  "She watched you get counted out, called you a bunch of stuff in Japanese, and went to the showers. "
Jeff tried standing, but instantly gave up. Emma slipped a hand under each shoulder and, at the count of three, heaved him up.

Both fighters wanted another meeting. The reasons were obvious to Jeff - sexual desire and the will to get even.
Josei had a different story. She knew a rematch with Jeff would end with him slumbering at her feet,  where she believed Jeff belonged. But he also turned Josei on.
If Jeff would learn what Josei wanted, she might love him.
"I want to fight you again," Josei told Jeff.
"Why?" Jeff responded, pleased.
"You need a real woman in your life to straighten you out!"
"And you're the right one for me?"
"You'll learn. " stated Josei.
"I will. Saturday,  1 p.m. "

The smile Josei gave him from her corner made Jeff uneasy. The grin increased her "cuteness" and sexual attraction and a voice in Jeff told him not to hit that face.
"Ready to get straightened out, Jeff?" Josei prodded. "I hope so!"
"You don't mind getting knocked out?" responded Jeff.  "I don't want to bruise that pretty face!"
Josei gave him a short laugh.
"You do what you do and I'll do what I do."
In round three, Jeff caught a hard right on his jaw, that switched off his brain. When the lights came up again, Josei was straddling his legs, looking Jeff in the eyes. Casually,  she was batting her opponent's erection with her gloved fists.
"You got counted out again! And I think you were distracted," Josei whispered as she tilted Jeff's head up. "Have you got Yellow Fever? You couldn't stop looking at my almond eyes and black hair and missed the punch  coming."
Josei flexed her biceps before before Jeff's half focused vision.
"Or are you a regular Schmoe? Kiss them!"
Jeff felt the solidity of the muscles beneath Josei's smooth skin. "Maybe both? Maybe?"
Jeff moaned softly.
"Well, you can sleep on it!"
WHAP!
Sleep was a relief for Jeff.

Punching out Jeff's lights, twice, deeply satisfied Josei.  Clearly,  he had a sexual fetish for Asian women and female bodybuilders. Friends and family members had warned Josei about men like Jeff, all of whom believed Asian women were weak and timid.
Josei grinned at the certainty that Jeff understood she was neither weak nor timid. After encountering these men, Josei realized that those who warned her about "Yellow Fever"  victims had ignored the other half of that equation.

.
"You know I'm going to knock you out cold!" Josei threatened Jeff in the second round of their third bout.
"Yeah?" he replied, savoring the impact of his gloves everytime he connected.
"You might end up in the hospital!"
WHAP! BAP!
Amid the bells ringing in Jeff's skull, Jeff decided it was time to surrender. His right fist swung out,  smacking the side of Josei's face. The girl boxer staggered and glared at her male opponent in angry surprise, rubbing her jaw.
WHAP!
Jeff slumped onto the ropes, groggy and defenseless.
"You're going to get all of me you can handle!"
POW!
The next shot made Jeff feel the knock out get closer.
"You are my personal schmoe!" Josei shouted.
Light blazed in Jeff's closing eyes.
"Ready to go!!" Josei whispered to herself and put Jeff out for the night.

Ludmila Breaks a Sweat

Ludmila thought boxing was foreplay.  Every guy that took her on got carried or helped from the ring.  Tall, wiry men were her favorite quarry.

"They feel so solid when you hit them!" Ludmila enthused.

All this happened after Irene left me.  I went two rounds before I was finished off.  The first hammer punch, a right hook, rattled the inside of my skull.  The follow through upper cut unleashed a super nova. The stars fading drew me down into sleep.

I woke to my friend Desiree asking me to count the number of fingers she held in my face.  Behind Desiree a few paces stood Ludmila,  gloves perched on her hips, commentating loudly on the match.

"I didn't even break a sweat!" she mocked. "I like your kind the best!"

Ludmila made sure I could see her breasts.  "You got a full time girl, punching bag?"

"No." I managed to get out. 

"I didn't think so."

Desiree stared at me warily.  "Careful Doug, remember Carlos!"

When Ludmila clobbered Carlos last June, his girl, Rose, confronted Ludmila after the ten count. A minute later,  Rose was sprawled unconscious, next to her man. Carlos and Ludmila hooked up a few days later and Rose went after the amazon again. Rose was two days in the hospital. 

I wouldn't call our first date strange. "Unorthodox " is more accurate.

I was working the heavy bag at the Amazonia after work when I heard someone walk up behind me.

"You miss your sweet Ludmila?"  the honey covered voice asked me.

A hard fist slammed down on my head.  All the power went out of my body and I staggered. Then I blacked out. 

Much later I learned that I was carried over Ludmila's shoulder,  limbs dangling,  across the main gym floor. Every woman present cheered my new owner.

Fucking Ludmila after that was acknowledging her power over me, so I just enjoyed the orgasms. 

"You're sure you don't have a girl or a wife you forgot to mention?" Ludmila asked the next morning. 

"No, I haven't. " was my honest reply.  Ludmomila's grunt sounded disappointed.  "I didn't think trivialities like that worried you?"

"I like knocking out the girlfriends and wives when they're angry at me for fucking their men. Getting punched out makes them look stupid. "

"Well, I liked this other woman..."

"Who?" Ludmila demanded. 

"Irene. You know her? Skinny, with darkish hair.  Not a great fighter, but she tries."

"Did you just like sex with her?"

"I had real feelings for Irene."

A few days later,  I got to watch Ludmila and Irene fight it out. I did have genuine feelings for Irene and she loved me for awhile. 

Ludmila knocked Irene out in the fourth round and I confess I liked watching the little heartbreaker carried to the recovery room. Ludmila and I have been together for about a year. 

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.