Miki The Climax

Miki's body was soaked with pleasure. She danced from Ron's bed to Crane's and back again, often in one day. School work went undone and her performance in the ring declined drastically. A match between Miki and a new comer to the team, Akiesha, ended early after a phantom left-right combination collided with Miki's pert chin. Lighting flashed and Miki was face down on the canvas, out cold, a dreamy smile on her lips.
"Miki, what is Ron doing to you?" Abby asked Miki when she recovered from the knock out in one of the dressing rooms. Mildly light headed, Miki sat up on a small bed.
"What a boy usually does to a girl! A lot!" Miki answered. " And...well...I'm seeing another guy...also..."
"Who?" Abby suddenly raised her voice.
"Mike Crane..."
"Mike Crane, the millionaire? Who decked me in the ring?!"
"Yes, he's so handsome and a great fuck!"
"Does Ron know?"
"No.."
Abby fell silent, her brow rippled in thought. "Keep fucking him."
"Who?" Miki asked.
"Both if you want, but definitely Crane! The University is cutting the sports budget and the boxing program is slated for the chopping block."
"And Crane will endow our team?"
"If you keep him happy," Abby said. "If not, he might give the grant to the men's team and we're done."

Miki met Crane at her apartment that afternoon. They fucked for two hours and then uncorked the red wine Crane had brought with him.
"I have to tell you something, Miki, and its not good," Crane stated. Miki sipped her wine cautiously and looked at Crane.
"I'm afraid our time together is over."
Mike felt a shock ripple through her. "Why? What's wrong?"
"My wife."
"You have a wife?!" Miki blurted.
"My second, in fact," Crane answered. "She's been in Europe for the last four months and now she's coming home."
Miki bolted to her feet, anger fueling her motion. "So a man like you suddenly cares about cheating on his wife now that she's in the vicinity.
Crane smiled and poured Miki more wine. Impulsively, Miki took two swallows.
"I don't care about keeping a mistress, but my wife and her family lawyers do. So in the interest of my considerable fortune, our affair is over."
Miki swayed, the flooring slipping from under her without warning.
"But I ...thought.. we were..halfing...fun..."
Crane gently slipped the empty wine glass from Miki's motionless hand. He looked into her glassy eyes as they rapidly went in and out of focus. Crane felt a rush of pleasure.
"We were," Crane admitted, taking the girl in his strong arms. Miki looked at him happily, a drunken pleasure spreading inside her. "If I could, I'd continue, but I can't, sweetie."
Crane and Miki kissed and then she was very heavy. Miki fell against Crane's broad chest and giggled.
"What's..in..in my drink...?"
"A sedative, a little ko juice," explained Crane, standing his former mistress upright.
"Why?" Miki laugh was foggy.
"It's a parting gift," Crane said, his voice sounding like he was a billion fathoms beneath the sea. "You enjoy being over powered by a man, don't deny it."
Miki's eyes were slits, but the Crane she saw was so strong, even through the white blur crowding around him. Miki stumbled forward, grasping hold of Crane. Her grasp slipped and she dropped into contented sleep.
Crane carried the unconscious girl into her bedroom and placed her on the futon. Miki stirred momentarily. Crane kissed her. He regretted losing such a horny mistress.

Ron sat across the boxing ring from Miki. Ignoring the chattered advice from the men's team coach, he looked at Miki who stared back at him.
Two weeks previous, Ron had received a hand written note from Mike Crane, briefly relating the details of Crane's now terminated sexual relationship with Miki. Ron pitched the half shredded letter in Miki's face and asked her for an explanation.
"I didn't love him Ron...I just loved..."
"The way he fucked?"
Miki stammered and told Ron he was right. "You're my only love, Ron...But I..need other men..."
While Miki appeared confused about her emotions, Ron was completely clear about his own. Miki saw Ron's clinched fist go back, his full weight coiled behind his closed hand. Miki closed her eyes patiently.
I mid thrust, Ron froze and dropped his arm. "I won't give you the pleasure," Ron grunted and walked out.
Ron thought fondly of Miki's small, firm body in his hands and wondered it could have betrayed him.
A week ago Crane announced he could not decide whether to endow the women's or men's boxing teams, so the two groups could fight it out to see who gets teh endowment. Miki and Ron would represent their teams in the bout, no one else, Crane stipulated.
"You're going to knock Miki out cold," said a new, cold voice that pushed the others and aggravated Ron exactly when he didn't need it.
"Mr. Crane, fuck off!"
Crane laughed in mild shock at Ron's request.
"Yes, you are angry, so I'll be direct, Ron. Miki takes a nap on that canvas or the men's team does not see a dime!"
"Go to hell."
"I mean unconscious, not just knocked down for ten," Crane went on. "We both know Miki likes being beaten senseless."
Ron shifted away from Crane.
"No one likes poacher, I have to live with that every day of my life. Take mercy on me, Ron?" Crane slapped Ron on the back encouragingly. "My accounting firm is on speed dial."
Ron grunted harshly as Crane walked away.

At the buzzer for round one, Miki surged from the corner, eyes fixed on Ron over defensively raised blue gloves. Her opponent strode out, arms at his side. Ron was pushing Crane's words out of his mind, looking Miki over for signals of fear. The faintest sign and he would have walked away from the fight, uninterested in the fallout. But the force of Miki's first connected punch to his chest and the set of her blood red lips told Ron she had no concerns.
"You're wearing your hair just the way I love it!" Ron told Miki when they were close and trading blows.
"I hoped it would distract you," Miki said over the cheers from the audience, demanding a knockout. "Make you horny!"
And it did. As Ron slugged Miki twice with a gut shot combination, he remembered kissing Miki's bare belly after love making in his bed.
Miki popped Ron hard on the point of his chin. He returned a second left-right, which Miki smiled at even as she flinched. A right hammered Ron near the kidneys, followed by a left hook that put him on the canvas.
Conscious, but in agony, Ron fumbled his first two attempts at standing and then was upright at the third. The fading ache in his side drove Ron at Miki, slugging her twice in the face. The girl boxer blocked the next punch and called Ron a name in Mandarin. Knowing he'd been insulted, Ron fired a shot at Miki's midsection, landing hard on her belly. Miki twisted sideways and Miki threw a right at her jaw. The punch twisted Miki in the opposite direction and Ron slugged her in the midsection with both fists.
Miki arched forward, her mouth expelling an agonized moan. Ron's upper cut plowed Miki's chin, flipping her backwards and shutting off the lights in her skull.
For a minute, Miki lay motionless against the lower ropes of the ring. A limp arm draped across her lap. Faint cheering filled her ears. Miki's eyes opened slowly to a purple blur, that cleared slightly revealing Ron pacing nearby and the ref counting aloud.
"FIVE!"
Miki felt relaxed and serene, ready sink back to sleep. When Miki moved her legs to sit up, she felt a cool, dampness in the front of her panties. She laughed at the source of her pleasure and rolled over, landing on her knees.
"SIX"
Hand over hand, Miki clasped the ropes like a ladder and pulled herself up. Turning she slowly faced Ron and the ref who called out "SEVEN!"
The ref checked her over and asked if Miki if she wanted to go on. Miki nodded.
"When I knock you down, stay down! Miki, stay on your ass!" Ron shouted as they restarted the match.
"Fuck you, Ron!" Miki was still blinking her vision clear.
Ron was still until Miki raised her gloves. When she moved, Ron followed her, anger filling his being: anger at Crane for fucking his girl and then manipulating the fight, anger at Miki for not staying down when he put her there and anger at himself for still wanting Miki.
Ron shoved away Miki's arms and socked her hard in the face. Reality went sideways for the girl and when it stopped, Miki spotted Ron's follow up punch.
Silence.
The ring jerked for Miki again and she felt a limpness move through her. Her vision was clear enough to see Ron's next punches impact her stomach. Miki gaged in agony, air whooshing from her body. The ring became dark.
Ron's right tagged Miki low on the jaw. Fireworks detonated in her head, with colorful pinwheels right behind. There was no pain from the next blows, just a humming vibration all over her body. Miki tried to find their source, but the vibrations were slipping away from her.
Miki was nearly off her feet, eyes opening and closing. She wanted Ron and wanted him more with each punch.
"I love you, Miki, I really do!" He briefly kissed her.
WAP!
Leather smacking Miki's head resounded through the gym.
Miki felt for the canvas with her feet. The lovely stars she saw smeared into a solid white wall and Miki's body folded like a lifeless rag doll. On her back, Miki smiled and went to sleep. Stars still glimmered in her head and she dreamt of Ron, pleasure pulsing through her being.
Waiting for the count to finish, Ron rested on the ropes and looked at Miki unconscious on the canvas. Miki was eased on to a gurney as the ref raised Ron's arm in victory. Looking across the bleachers of screaming students, he saw Crane speaking into his cell phone. At least the creep kept his word, Ron thought.
Ron pulled off his boxing gloves and trailed behind the gurney carrying the knocked out Miki.
The gym doctor took five minutes to revive Miki. When she saw Ron standing over her, looking relieved, she called him "lover."