The Girl With the Anhk

"Are you going to wear that?"
Jasmine glanced down at the half inch gold anhk resting on the flesh above her breasts.
"Of course I am."
"What if I punch you there? I could hurt you!'
"No, you won't." Jasmine gave Sam an appreciative smile.
"I might." Sam insisted.
"You won't punch my breasts."
Jasmine's voice sounded like she had faith in her male opponent. She had been sure of Sam since she met him a month ago.
"I will!"
"You won't."
Jasmine was right. Sam had boxed a number of women since joining the Amazonia Boxing Club. In all those fights, he never intentionally hit an opponent's tits. Standing in the ring with Jasmine, he was ready to fight but Sam was distracted by the anhk that hung from a black string against Jasmine's chocolate-brown skin.
"I know you better, Sam. You wouldn't." Sam stepped closer to Jasmine, looking at her pretty face and neck. "Sure i would, I fight that way!"
"No, you don't sweetheart, " Jasmine purred deeply. "But I do!"
Jasmine's right hooked Sam on the jaw. he didn't see the punch coming or feel its impact. One instant he was kissing Jasmine's breasts with his eyes and then he was flat on the canvas, unconscious.
"Should I even bother counting him out?" Emma the Ref asked, surveying the knocked out male slumped against the ropes between Jasmine and herself.
"No..I wouldn't..." Jasmine was pleased that yet another knock out punch had exactly the effect she calculated. "They're so cute after you punch them out!"
Jasmine was on both knees beside Sam, adoring the defeated fighter.
"What should I tell him when he wakes up?" Emma asked.
"Did you see it? The yearning in Sam's eyes, he would have fucked me right here in front of you...and I knocked him cold! Sam must be so happy right now!"
Emma rolled her eyes at Jasmine's protruding nipples.
Along with Jasmine, Emma knew a few girls from the small clique at the Amazonia known as The Roughs. The group baffled Emma. They sought out men who wanted to be beaten senseless by women in combat. What astounded Emma even more was how many solid relationships, even a few marriages, grew from this violent courtship. Emma decided that some alchemy happened when a Rough found her perfect "Gentle," as they called their male victims.
"Jasmine, are you in love?" Emma vainly tried to communicate sarcasm.
"What?" Jasmine snapped. "Tell Sam I expect a better performance at our next meeting." She handed Emma the anhk from around her neck. "Make sure he gets this."
"Okay. Should I tell Sam you two are married now?"
"No, I'll handle that."
While the women carried Sam to the recovery room, the boxer dreamed Jasmine was laying on his bed naked, her arms extended in invitation to him. Sam embraced and kissed Jasmine with gentle intent.

A few days later Jasmine checked on Sam as if it was another woman and not her who had laid him out. She'd encountered a number of Gentles and knew Sam wouldn't be angry. Jasmine figured, correctly, that Sam was in the early stages of intense erotic attachment to her. She invited Sam to her house for dinner and another try in the ring.
"I have a ring in my basement," Jasmine said. "We'll be completely alone."
Sam saw himself fucking Jasmine passionately against the ropes, Jasmine gasping "Come to mama!" in his ear.

A note for Sam was taped to the front door of Jasmine's house.
"Go in. I went to the supermarket, I'll be right back."
Pocketing the note, Sam walked into small, neat house, surrounded by freshly cut lawn. The hallway lead to a sparsely decorated living room and a smaller, efficient looking kitchen. Sam drifted to Jasmine's bedroom, the only room with the door closed. Clicking on the flash light he retrieved from the kitchen table, Sam pushed open the door and explored Jasmine's sleeping quarters.
The second bureau drawer he pulled open revealed two neat piles of Jasmine's underwear. They were a mix of silk and cotton panties that reflected yellow, pink, black and red in the narrow beam of light. when Sam lifted a pair of black silk panties, he saw a slip of paper that had the message "Look to the left, honey stick!" in female script.
Sam looked over his shoulder as a fist flashed from the darkness, pounding his face. He spun into darkness.

Sam could see the blurred outline of Jasmine dressed in black boxing trunks and matching sports bra. She was lacing a boxing glove to his left hand.
"Hey sweetie," the smiling blur said. "How is my dirty boy feeling?"
In spite of the swirling in his head, Sam enjoyed hearing Jasmine talk that way. Focusing on the woman before him,Sam got to his feet. "You want to fight, Jasmine?"
As Sam banged both of his gloves together, Jasmine smirked and strutted with feline grace to her corner. Sam was enthralled with her ass and legs.
They battered each other for the first round. Josephine wondered if she shouldn't have knocked Sam out so quickly. And, as she pinned him on one of the turnbuckles, Jasmine felt the sweet rush that came from punching a male she found attractive. The feelings controlled her.
In the second round, Sam ducked a right hook from Jasmine and launched a left to her belly. Sam looked into Jasmine's eyes as she clinched her arms to her mid section in anger and pain.
His fist sliced into a space between the girl's parted gloves, detonating on her lower jaw, flipping her back. Jasmine watched the world swirl into blackness. Her eyes fluttered desperately when she hit the canvas and then closed softly.
Sam counted Jasmine out. Pulling off his gloves, Sam reached down, his hand grazing Jasmine's thighs, and scooped up the girl in his arms, carrying her back to the bedroom.
Jasmine lay still on the bed. Removing the anhk from his pocket, Sam placed the pendant between Jasmine's breasts. When she awoke a minute later, Jasmine felt the cool metal shape on chest and clasped in her hand, grinning dreamily at Sam.
"You're my good, dirty boy," she purred at him. Jasmine felt a shiver when they embraced and kissed.

Miki and Two Angry Woman

This was Miki's first time with two men at once. Ron was away for the week on a business trip, so Miki invited the guys she'd been sleeping with to a hotel to try out a three way.
Miki surveyed her sleeping lovers - Caesar flopped on the bed and Harry snoring peacefully in the bath tub - and experienced total contentment. Pulling the covers over Caesar, she kissed him on the forehead. Of the two, she liked him more, but both had more than satisfied her.
Pulling on her cloths, Miki recalled how gratifying the last few years had been for her. Her marriage to Ron was happy, she'd been promoted at work with a good raise and now not one, but two boyfriends. Caesar she met at the Amazonia Boxing Club, when he bet he couldn't defeat her in the boxing ring. Miki took him up and three rounds later she was flat on her back, out cold, enjoying languid dreams of sex with Ron and other men she knew. Miki saw the ring on Caesar's finger the first afternoon they had sex, but she was too horny to care.
Harry came along a month after the match. Miki saw him working out at Amazonia with his girlfriend and decided she could juggle two men, along with her husband.
Miki and Harry wrestled and Harry caught his opponent in a sleeper hold, as his girl, Julia, watched with intense pleasure from ringside. Julia didn't like or trust Miki from the moment she spoke to her.
Now fully clothed, Miki scribbled a note to each of her exhausted lovers, telling them when she wanted to see them again and where. Closing the hotel room door softly, Miki walked into the sun drenched parking lot. A hand clutched her shoulder and twisted Miki in a circle. Miki heard two distinct, angry voices and a fist smacked her face. Miki looked up from the section of lawn she'd landed on and saw two women standing over her, one of whom she knew was Julia.
Miki's entire being went cold.
"Get up, slut!" Julia yelled, as she and the other women, a tall, muscular brunette, seized Miki's wrists and yanked her to her feet.
"I figured it would end up being you!" snarled Julia and slugged Miki in the mid section. The Asian girl bent forward, a look of confusion on her face. The brunette swung Miki to face her. "I'm Beth Caesar's wife! He may have mentioned me!?"
WHAP!
Beth's right hook grounded Miki a second time. The world spun inside Miki's head and she reached out to stop it and whoever was about to land another shot.
"Wait..there's beee...a mistake..."
Miki's vision cleared enough to see the cold smile on each woman's lips.
"You're...confu...sing...me..."
Miki's voice was panicked.
"No, we haven't!" Beth barked and pulled Miki upright, giving her s gut shot. "Beth and I have been following our worthless men around," Julia yelled. "And they lead us to you! Finally went for the threesome last night?!"
Julia's shot to the jaw staggered Miki.
"Come here!" ordered Beth, grabbing Miki's shoulders, yanking the small girl between Julia and herself.
For thirty seconds the angry wives worked Miki over. They were methodical, slow about delivery so Miki felt every moment of pain. Miki drifted into a kayo daze and the punches became "WHOMPS," that made her twist forward and then shoot upright.
When the punching stopped, Miki was semi-conscious on wobbly legs. Her eyes opened and closed in rythum with the short moans that fell from her mouth.
Images jumbled in her mind, blending the two women in front of her with memories of her sexual activity the night before. Stars exploded in multi colored flashes before Miki's eyes.
"Now listen, bitch!" Beth started off. "Stay away from our men! If Julia or I so much as hear you breathing in their direction, we'll hospitalize you! Understand?"
Miki's head titled in a weak, up and down motion. Miki's eyes were glassy.
"She's going to dreamland." Beth commented.
"And we're not finished. How rude!" Julia dded.
Through the mental haze, Miki watched both women draw their fists back and was relieved at the impending knockout.
WHAM!!
Both fists cracked Miki's chin. Reality vanished in a moment of blinding colors. Miki lay on the patch of lawn again, out cold.

Miki and an Older Man

The bout was almost over and Abby was staggering. Unable to keep her gloves completely raised, Abby kept pressing against Curtis, trying to immobilize his arms. The effort was a waste. Curtis would push her off, usually into the ropes, where he would crowd in on Abby and hammer a few devastating punches.
Miki Huang, Abby's best friend and her second for the match, yelled at Abby to keep her guard up and to stay clear of Curtis' reach. Abby, semiconscious on her feet, had stopped hearing anything said to her. Abby wanted the fight over, an outcome which Curtis was working toward steadily, with one condition: Abby had to be separated from her senses first.
A left hook to Abby's lower jaw froze her in place, flat footed, arms motionless at her sides. Curtis looked over the stunned girl one more times, savoring her lovely rack and pasted Abby on the chin with a right.
"UUUHHHH!" groaned Abby. The blow made her hop two steps and collapse backwards, landing on her ass, her head lolling on her shoulder.
Miki leaped into the ring as Curtis casually removed his black boxing gloves. "Should I count her out, Miss Huang? I think Abby will be resting comfortably for a while, don't you?"
"You prick!" Miki yelled. "Abby isn't as good a fighter as you and you fought her anyway!"
"Miss Abby here wanted to fight very badly," Curtis explained. "And anyway, a lot of girls your age like getting...overwhelmed by an older man."
Miki felt her blood speed through her veins. "You just take advantage of girls...."
"By giving them what they want," interrupted Curtis. "What do you want Miss Huang?"
"Nothing from you, jerk!"
"Sure about that?"
WHAP!!
Curtis' upper cut stretched Miki out on her toes. Then Miki's eyes shut and she fell against Curtis' bare chest.
"Sleep tight, Miss Huang," he whispered to the slumbering girl. Carefully he sat Miki next to her friend, tilting her head on Abby's open shoulder. It seemed to Curtis the smile on Miki's face was wider than the one on Abby's.
Curtis folded the hands of both girls over their pussies and took a digital photo of the conquered duo. Glancing at Miki's right hand, he saw a gold engagement ring on one of her fingers. Curtis thought about the fun he was going to have.

A week later, Curtis challenged Miki to a boxing match. She accepted immediately, disregarding the fact she was to marry her fiance Ron in less than seven days.
Curtis first heard of Miki Huang from stories his friend Mike Crane told him. Crane was on his second marriage, but he loved exchanging stories with Curtis about girlfriends and flings with younger women. Five years earlier Crane had an affair with Miki while she was getting her business degree from Mitchell University, Crane's Alma mater.
"Miki was perfect, she loved fucking and she loved boxing!" Crane would say, adding that he regretted ending things with Miki, but his wife kept mentioning her father's law firm at the breakfast table.
Curtis was pleased to see "Miki Huang" on the membership list of The Amazonia Boxing Club. Noticing Abby and Miki were sparring partners, he quickly seduced Abby, fucked her brains out and then challenged her to a match, all to get closer to Miki.

The fight was private. Curtis had reserved the ring for him and Miki alone. Curtis arrived late, intentionally getting Miki angry. The ploy worked, as Curtis discovered as he climbed into the ring, while Miki glared at him. Curtis liked the way Miki had got herself in great shape for the upcoming wedding.
"We fight to a knockout," she insisted to Curtis when they faced each other.
"Yeah.. just like I did to Abby!"
Curtis' assured tone gave Miki a jolt. Miki liked attention from older men and, despite being pissed at how Abby was roughed up, she found him attractive.
"Ready?" asked Miki.
"When you are."
They touched gloves and Miki went back to her corner to set the automatic round buzzer for ten rounds. Curtis watched her cute ass as Miki bent over the timer. Curtis told himself she didn't have to bother.
When landing a punch, Curtis often ducked beneath Miki's swinging arm and then working her midsection. With increasing force, Curtis landed head and body shots in coordination, wearing Miki down thoroughly. Curtis always avoided hitting a female opponent's breasts. He thought that was cruelty.
At the start of round six, a hard right hook knocked Miki out on her feet. Curtis hammered home a jab and then planted a right square on Miki's chin.
For a few seconds Miki stood on swayed flatly, dazed, seeing stars explode in her face, hearing the bells she was so anticipating. In a warm, sensual wave, sleep consumed Miki. She struck the canvas loudly, giving Curtis powerful satisfaction.
As with the previous fight, Curtis skipped the 10 count. He easily hefted the unconscious Miki over his shoulder, finding her to be the lightweight Mike Crane said she was.

A few minutes slipped by as Miki gathered her senses. She had regained consciousness in her own bed. Curtis had rifled Miki's purse, found her address on her drivers license and drove Miki home. reality moved dreamily, as if Miki had just experienced a potent orgasm. Miki felt a giddy openness with Curtis, as if she were a new person after the knock out. While she rested, Miki told Curtis she was looking forward to spending the rest of her life with Ron alone. Curtis believed that Miki believed that statement.
Curtis and Miki fucked all night.
Miki was consumed by Curtis' strength, how his arms held and controlled her from one pulsing orgasm to the next.
When she woke the next morning, Curtis was getting dressed.
"Hey sweetheart," she purred. stretching out on the bed. Miki pulled on her underwear and walked slowly to Curtis at the front of the bed. They shared a long kiss.
"You know I'll be back from our honeymoon in two weeks," Miki said. "We should get together when I come back."
Curtis nodded his head. "I'm in Europe on business for the next two months."
Miki's head fell on Curtis' shoulder in disappointment. "But I can give you my wedding present right now."
"You can?"
"Sure. And everyone will be talking about it when they see it."
"What?"
Curtis' fist hit Miki directly in the face. Stars shot everywhere and Miki grunted softly as she tilted into darkness.

Miki walked down the church aisle with a vibrant, purple bruise around her right eye. A lot of people thought Ron had given it to her. The shiner contrasted perfectly with Miki's white wedding gown and Ron thought it looked very sexy.

The Reluctant Victor

Teruko possessed smooth, silk-black hair that stopped at her waist. Ross thought Teruko was posing her body-builder body in the ring just for him, moving so he could study her intensely developed thighs and 38DD chest, clothed in tight black trunks and a tank top. Teruko noticed Ross's desire for her even before they fought, as she saw it in many of the men she boxed. Ross's open face looked friendly to Teruko, a quality often crowded out by aggression and lust in her challengers.
The knock out punch, landed directly on Ross' chin, rolled his eyes up in their sockets. Teruko felt that rush, the sensual joy of sending a male to the canvas, totaly unconscious. Pleasure surged through Teruko and she recovered, slouching on a folding chair in her corner as Emma the Ref administered the 10 count to Teruko's victim.
Elbows resting where the middle ropes joined the turnbuckle, Teruko allowed the fog of rapture to slowly dissipate as she watched her opponent on the canvas. Knowing sexual desire drove these men to matches with her, Teruko felt a little guilt about sending them to the canvas knocked cold.
She knew almost immediately Ross was attracted to her, partially because she was a beautiful Japanese woman. Ross wasn't the first fetishist Teruko had ever encountered, but she still felt unhappy about punching him out so deliberately.
For the five minutes he was unconscious, Ross dreamed of sex with Teruko and few other women he was thinking of lately. Ross knew he was now deeply in love with Teruko. He felt a warm delight seep through his body as he slept.
After Emma declared "You're out!' to Ross, she and Teruko carried him to the recovery room.
When his eyes blinked open, Ross smiled at Teruko and said dreamily "I know you!"
Teruko, now alone with her victim, took his trunks off.

Tracie

I saw Tracie the first time while she was jumping rope, as I half stumbled my way to morning class. Asking a few of my dorm mates, I found out Tracie ran track and played on the volleyball team.
This was great news!
My attraction to athletic girls had just gone into overdrive, so Tracie was burned instantly into my memory. In high school, I was stupid enough to think girls who played sports didn't care about sex. In college I learned the truth. I got to know girls who played basketball, volleyball, lacrosse and soccer. They were very interested in men. Except the soccer players.
I started noticing Tracie everywhere. She turned out to a friend of a lot of my friends. Tracie also transferred into my English composition class, impressing everyone with an essay about growing up with a white father and black mother in Venice, Italy. I'd walk with Tracie to her next class after English, trying to get some idea of her relationship status.
When Tracie showed up alone for the girl's lacrosse team fundraiser party, I thought that was a very good or very bad development.
When I finally caught up with her, Tracie was a little buzzed, as was I and everyone else present. She was having an animated debate with a few of the 800 pound gorillas that comprised our football team about the possibility of woman defeating a man in combat.
Tracie was holding her own, having just beaten one of the blockheads in arm wrestling. The guys loudly claimed Tracie was lucky.
"Luck? Shit! That's strength!" Tracie declared and flexed her bicep. Her brown skin bulged noticeably as her muscle tensed.
"You couldn't fight a guy and win!"
The voice belonged to Holly, the blond girlfriend of an undetermined number of football team members.
Tracie stared back sharply at Holly.
"I could."
The expressionless certainty of Tracie's answer silenced the jocks. A grin went across Tracie's face. "I could fight any one of you simples..." Tracie swigged the remains of her beer and brought the bottle down on the table with a hollow "clank."
"..right now!"
Awed silence engulfed the room before the blond elbowed the guy next to her.
"No way!" he blurted, not even facing the blond. "I don't fight women."
He glanced at the idiot next to him, as if to ask "and you?" triggering a panicked chain reaction of glances and grunts that ended with the place kicker.
"What about him?" the kicker asked, pointing at me.
"What about you, Jeff?" asked Tracie, stepping toward me; a cue to the others to clear out the furniture. "Would you fight a girl?"
I looked at Tracie's sleek legs and smooth, muscular arms as my hands slowly drew into fists.
"Yeah, I would..." which was in total contradiction of how I'd been acting all my life.
"I can't fight these jackasses, Jeff. I could hurt them!"
Tracie's voice was lower, soothing almost affectionate. "But you can fight me and we can have some fun!"
That was all I needed. I had my hands raised in the best imitation of a boxing stance I could conjure. Tracie stifled a laugh and put up her fists.
I made the opening shots at Tracie. She shrugged them off and took her time responding.
"I'm going to put on a show for the guys before I knock you out," Tracie whispered. Then she opened up on me.
Fists landed all over me, concentrating on my mid section and chest, trying to wear me down. I began fading quickly and when Tracie saw me starting to slip, her punches became more precise.
With no training or experience in boxing, I did what came natural: the stupid thing. I went after Tracie, landing a few more punches. Her responses were swift and precise, dodging two of my swingers and then slugging me on the jaw.
Before I recognized what Tracie was doing she had forced me into a corner. The jocks and the blond gathered around me, cheering Tracie on.
All I saw were Tracie's fists hammering away. A hard right cross tagged my chin and I felt myself sag downward. How did I get in this? was one of my last coherent thoughts and even that one was fuzzy.
Tracie delivered a gut shot and heard her say something but my drifting mind never captured it. I thought much I loved strong girls.
A punch came at me. Reality was shut off.
I slide to the floor, dipping into the relief of darkness.

I was out cold for five minutes. The blond gave me the ten count and then she and Tracie carried me to the nearby couch. Tracie stayed with me until I completely recovered.
Tracie and I dated for the next two years, until she went home to Venice to see her ailing parents. I never saw Tracie again.

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.

The Girl at the Library

From the instant he saw the tall black girl in the library, Will wanted to fight her. Specifically, he wanted to box her.
The girl had long, strong-looking arms, bare to her shoulders in a red tank top.
In his mind, Will and the girl had battled for five rounds, a crowd of screaming Amazon spectators cheering their girl to defeat Will. Each punch had an erotic charge. As the fight continued, the girl fell in sexual love with Will.
She then knocked him out cold with a straight right to the face.
As Will moved close to the girl, he saw she had round, stand-up breasts and smooth, muscular legs, clear evidence she trained.
"Hi, there," ventured Will, standing next to her.
"Hello," she replied softly, neither over friendly nor discouraging.
"Want to fight me?" asked Will, matching the softness of her voice.
The girl stepped away and gawked at Will. Looking into Will's eyes, a large smile crested suddenly on her open face.
"You bet, sugar!"
WHAP!!!
The left upper cut lifted Will off his feet. Multicolored stars swirled and flashed in the blackness and his entire body relaxed.

"How many fingers?"
Will saw the EMT and his girlfriend, Dana, staring down at him.
He concentrated hard on the digits of the EMT's raised hand.
"Halle....Berry...." Will murmured.
Perplexed, Dana turned to the dismayed-looking EMT. "Is the ambulance here yet?" she asked.
"On its way, miss!" he answered, probing Will's eyes with a small flashlight. Will took in Dana's lovely chest, blue eyes and the red heart tattoo on her right arm and went back to sleep.

Will told Dana and the emergency room people he had no memory of why he was found on the floor unconscious. The assailant must have spun him around from behind and slugged him. One of the nurses thought it was curious that none of Will's money or credit cards were missing from his wallet, but didn't mention it.
In fact, his recollection of the last two minutes before he was laid out was perfect. All his idle moments for the next month were occupied with reviewing the incident. Will thought about getting punched out by the black girl before making love with Dana and he satisfied her beyond her expectations.

The ad nearly leaped off the page at Will.
"Hey there, sugar! We had a KO experience in the fiction section! Ready for round two, Will?" it read, followed by a local phone number. Will was stunned to see his name in print and reread three times the brief notice in the "Women Seeking Men" section of the newspaper. It couldn't not be her!, he decided, punching the number into his cell phone. As the line rang, Will got to his feet and made for the door, telling Joe his barber that he'd be right back.

"I checked your wallet while you were out cold," explained the girl. "Just like you're going to be in minute or so."
Yes, it is her!, Will told himself, recognizing that wide smile from the library.
The couple stood in a boxing ring of the Amazonia Boxing Club, of which the girl was a member and Will was her guest.
Will wanted to talk trash back to the girl who had challenged him to a match over the phone, but his erotic excitement overcame him.
Raising his fists, he said "God damn you're gorgeous!"
The girl looked away with vague but unfeigned embarrassment. Emma the Ref stepped between the ropes and spoke to the fighters.
"You two will fight to a knockout," Emma said, wondering why her friend couldn't get a man the normal way. "And no shots below the belt, either of you."
"Never!" the girl exclaimed, the nut sack being the very last place she'd strike a man.
When Emma sounded the buzzer, Will bounded from his corner and directly into the girl's swinging fists.
POW!!
WHAP!!
BAM!!
The first two punches ended the fight. A gut shot and a right to the jaw put Will out on his feet. The third, a solid left hook, the girl explained later, was just a love tap.
Will collapsed and slept through Emma's ten count, dreaming a three way with Dana and Beyonce.
"Luisa, that wasn't even a fight!" Emma said as they loaded Will onto a gurney.
"It wasn't supposed to be," Luisa replied and kissed the unconscious male. She slipped her right hand down the front of Will's trunks and grinned contentedly. "I still can pick them!"
"You sure can!" replied Emma. "What happens after he recovers?"
"I fuck his brains out...what else?"

Two Girls for Every Boy

Fighting Arianna would be an uphill battle, Will decided. The African-American amazon possessed a pretty face and an inviting smile, but she had a completely accurate reputation for being an expert fighter, who enjoyed beating a male senseless in the ring as she did bedding him down.
The white girl standing next to Arianna, blond Nikki, had minimal ring experience. Will had watched her fight at the club and saw her do well against a female in her weight class, but witnessed her being trounced by the three men she took on. Like her partner in this match against Will, Nikki was enthusiastic about mixed ring combat.
As Emma introduced the fighters to the largely female spectators, Will calculated who he stood a better chance of fucking. He speculated on a possible three way and then dismissed it. Unless they were a little crazy, two straight girls would not want to be naked with each other, even if the guy participating was going to leave them purring like kittens when it was over. Will would concentrate on Nikki. Along with elegant brutality, Arianna practiced monogamy with boyfriends. Arianna had recently moved in with Will's friend Marc, and Will didn't want to upset his buddy's domestic happiness.
I'll punch out Nikki, he concluded, stepping forward from his corner, amid a shower of "BOOS!" And work on Arianna. Who knows what could happen?

"Nikki and I flipped a coin," Arianna said proudly to Will as three fighters stood facing each other. "And I won...I'm going to be the one to knock your ass out!"
"Promises, promises...." Will replied, looking over both girls. Nikki, the more scantily dressed of the pair, seemed to be the one with the least confidence.
"I should just knock you out right now!" Arianna continued. "But I want Nikki to see what you have to do to humiliate a true jerk."
At Emma's orders, all three touched gloves.

Will bolted from his corner, ducking out of Arianna's path and extending his left foot in front of hers.
As the amazon sailed to the canvas, Will swung to his right and punched Nikki in the stomach. "OOOFFFF!!" shot from the newbie's mouth. Will stepped back one pace and fired a right upper cut at Nikki's chin.
Fireworks exploded vividly for Nikki as her head shot back as far as her neck allowed. The girl boxer's body, bent in an arch, followed her head to the canvas.
Nikki lay prone, eyes going in and out of focus, until she was asleep.
Will spun around and saw Arianna on her feet, gloves raised.
"Nikki's taking a nap, your turn, Arianna!"
"My ass!" shouted Arianna.
Arianna's fists hit their target before Will's did. The punches stung, reminding Will how strong his opponent was and, more importantly, how much stamina she possessed.
Will threw a left-right combination at Arianna's midsection. Arianna flinched vaguely and slugged Will on the jaw.
Instantly, Will was laying on the canvas. Emma the Ref, who had rested the unconscious Nikki upright in a neutral corner, was now counting Will out.
The inside of his head were rolling directionless as Will repeated to himself each number Emma called out.
Until "SIX!", Will stared admiringly at Nikki, whose gloves lay suggestively over crotch, her legs spread out in wide "V."
Then Will dropped back into reality and, grabbing one rope at a time, beat the count by one digit.
Okay, he told himself, time to act like an asshole!
Will approached Arianna rapidly, shifting side to side. Bending beneath her right hook, Will stomped his foot down on Arianna's extended left boot and slammed her exposed belly. The amazon doubled over, squinting from the pain. Arianna never saw Will's right upper cut, just heard the "THWAP!!" of the leather of his glove pasting her on the chin.
The ring froze for Arianna, rigidity clutching her entire body. Will looked into her wide, liquid brown eyes that stared back in blank glassiness. The lids began to droop downward as Arianna formed soft syllables with her motionless lips.
Will hammered Arianna on the button of her chin. Arianna instantly went to sleep. She was on the canvas, eyes closed, head turned to the side, gloved hands with her fists turned up. All this told Emma the Ref Ariiana was deeply knocked out and confirmed by the solid whites she saw when Emma thumbed the defeated warrioress' eyes.
"Congratulations Will, you knocked Arianna out," Emma stated. "I'm not bothering with a count. Get her feet."
Emma the Ref and Will propped Arianna next to Nikki and Will took digital pictures of the pair of unconscious fighters.
As they carried the slumbering Arianna, who sighed for Marc, to the recovery room, Will mourned again that the amazon wasn't the cheating type. Then he went back outside to check on Nikki. She had regained consciousness, but wobbled as she walked toward him in the ring.
"You knocked me out...." she murmured slowly.
"You still want to fight me? You better not, Nikki. I'd say you're spent."
Nikki lifted her hands to chest level, extending them at Will. "Let's go, Will!"
WHAP!!
Will's left hook caught Nikki flush on the jaw. The girl smiled and sagged downward. Will caught the koed lovely over his shoulder and brought her to the recovery room.

Sisterhood of Evil - The Conclusion

Max Haig edged around the corner, eyeing carefully the entrance to the Funjin Corporation headquarters, the secret command center of Sisterhood of Evil operations. Behind him were Power Princess, Agent Miki and a 24 woman strike force comprised of Justice Force agents.
"It's clear," he whispered.
The group darted down an alley 30 minutes before midnight and converged in the entrance. Max and Power Princess quickly knocked out the two sentries before they could hit the alarm. Max removed one of the guard's electronic security passes and swiped it through the glass door lock. The doors swung open and the Justice Force operatives darted into the building.
Agent Miki instantly raised her sonic disruptor and fired a charge, shorting all the security cameras in the lobby.
"Who are..." asked one of the four approaching sentries, who recognized Power Princess and Agent Miki. In a flash, the guards drew their automatic pistols.
In unison, twelve members of the strike force back flipped over their comrades and landed in front of the sentries, wrists raised. Bullets bounced off the women's femminium bracelets as the other members of the strike group subdued the female guards with neck chops.
"Let's move, we have less than 30 minutes!" said Max after the unconscious women were tied up. The group entered the elevators according to plans and headed for the tenth floor, where Lady Raquel was putting her plans for the Mabuse Computer Virus into action.
"Okay, start explaining, Max!" Power Princess demanded.
"Yeah, let's hear it, Max! Agent Miki added.
"It's pretty simple. I was hired by the Sisterhood of Evil to seduce you two so that you'd stay too occupied to investigate the disappearance of Dr. Rabour." Max started.
"Do you think we're the kind of women who would let dick run their lives?" Miki sounded very angry.
"Well, the both of you are pretty horny...which is not a bad thi..."
WHAP!
Agent Miki slugged Max, pitching him toward the elevator doors, which opened just on time for Max to land on the 10th, marble floor. The rest of the strike force emptied from the other elevators.
"Get him on his feet!" Power Princess barked and a Justice Force agent pulled Max from the ground.
"You need to relax, Miki!" Max scolded Power Princess' crime fighting partner, who had already deployed the sonic disruptor to shut off the security apparatus. The strike force then moved quietly down the hall.
Twenty feet ahead of them were two security personal, plus a woman Max immediately recognized by the her bleach-blond hair as Gwen, his former partner in crime and sex. Seated with intimate closeness to Gwen was Ethan, the man Power Princess and Agent Miki had questioned about Dr. Rabour.
"Dart the guards!" Power Princess ordered. Drawing their tranq guns, Max and Agent Miki aimed around the corner, firing in unison, hitting the two female Sisterhood of Evil guards. The sentries suddenly felt very high. The pair hit the floor, asleep and smiling.
Before Gwen and Ethan could escape, the strike force captured them.
"Look who it is! Mister Traitor for Pussy!" Gwen sneered at Max.
"This is no time for argument, Gwen, where is Lady Raquel hiding?"
"Tell you!? We're over, Max! I've got Ethan now!" Ethan smiled at his new lover. "We're sworn to silence about Lady Raquel's hideout.....on this floor! Damn!" Ethan added.
"Ethan! You big dummy!" squealed Gwen.
Power Princess raised a small aerosol can to the blonde's face and fired a short jet of gas.
Max's old girlfriend sighed, grinned faintly and sagged to the floor, only to be scooped into Max's arms.
"Hey...Max...I....mm...drun....k..." Gwen chirped. "We going....t...o...bury the ...sau...sage?"
"Not just yet, where is Lady Raquel hiding?"
Gwen's eyes brightened. "Down the hall...there's...a ...force...fiellld..glassss....walls...shoots....and ladders!"
Gwen's eyes started to close.
"No, Gwen, not till you..."
Gwen was fast asleep, so Max turned to Ethan. "Has the Mabuse Virus been activated?"
"I'm not talking! Did you hurt Gwen?"
"Hey Ethan, remember me?" Agent Miki raised the signet ring on her index finger to the captive's face.
"Oh God, yeah! You were a powerful fu..."
PHHHHSSSTTT!
Ethan inhaled the pink gas emitted by Agent Miki's ring and fell in love with her.
"Has implementation of the Mabuse Virus been completed?"
"Real...li...soooon..." Ethan replied dreamily. "Then Lady Raquel...will..empty alll...the...banks in the world!"
"Anything else!?" Miki asked.
"I nailed Lady Raquel a bunch of times...don't tell Gwen..."
"We won't!" Miki hit Ethan with the gas a second time, putting him completely under.
Power Princess ordered the sleeping lovers carried down to Justice Force transports for transporting to jail.
Again, Strike Force moved ahead cautiously.
"When both of you left messages on my cell phone that you had business at Funjin Corporation, I knew what was happening," Max whispered to Power Princess and Agent Miki. "I rushed there knowing Lady Raquel's policy regarding Justice Force spies!"
"And now you're in love with me?" Power Princess demanded.
"And me?!" Agent Miki broke in.
"I feel for Power Princess first..." Max considered the romantic arrangements for a moment. "Then I thought you were very attractive, also, Miki."
"WHY HELLO MAX AND JUSTICE FORCE DOGOODERS! WELCOME TO THE SISTERHOOD OF EVIL COMMAND CENTER!" boomed through the hallway. Max knew the silky voice anywhere: Lady Raquel!
"Raquel!" Max yelled down the apparently empty hall of illuminated walls.
"THAT'S RIGHT< YOU BACKSLIDING SNAKE!" Lady Raquel's voice continued. "YOU AND THAT SPANDEX - CLAD ARMY OF LESBIANS ARE TOO LATE! THE MABUSE VIRUS IS ALREADY LOOTING MONEY FROM EVERY BANK AND NATION'S TREASURY IN THE WORLD!"
"Mr. Haig?" one of the strike force agents asked.
"Yes, Scarlet Vixen?"
"My energy sensor indicates the wall five feet to our right is the hologram we heard about earlier. Behind it is Lady Raquel's operations room."
"Good job, Scarlet!"
Agent Miki raised her sonic disruptor, pointing it at the wall. A loud screech and buzz erupted, followed instantly by a large explosion. The smoke cleared quickly, revealing the glass wall behind which was operations room for the Mabuse Virus.
Four Justice Force Agents, lead by Power Princess, placed plastic explosives at the base of the glass wall and retreated for cover. Power Princess detonated the explosives, shattering the glass. Immediately, the strike force assaulted the operations room, silver braceleted Amazons going first, deflecting the machine gun fire from the Sisterhood of Evil agents.
Max, Agent Miki and the other Justice Force operatives inserted breathing filters in their nose and mouths as they pitched knock out gas bombs at the armed guards, instantly knocking them out.
"All right Lady Raquel, your plot is foiled!" Power Princess declared.
"Oh is it!?" she replied, leveling a pistol at the head of a middle aged man seated at the master computer control. "Is it Dr. Rabour?"
The man looked up with disdain at Lady Raquel. "All bank and treasury accounts world wide have been emptied into your computer network."
Lady Raquel smiled at her attackers with intense self satisfaction. "See what a good job a man can do with a gun to his head and his families'! Now I will make my ransom demands to the world governments!"
"What are you going to demand?" Power Princess asked.
"One billion dollars from each nation state and financial entity!" answered Lady Raquel, with an unearthly, sinister cackle.
"Ah...Lady Raquel...?" Dr. Rabour said.
"What is it you pointed headed tech nerd?!"
"You already have all the money in the world...they can't pay ransom if you possess all the currency on the planet."
For a moment, Lady Raquel stared in befuddlement.
"Raquel...he's right..." Max put in. Suddenly, Lady Raquel's right eye began to twitch violently. Dread swept threw Max as he watched Raquel pivot on her heels, aiming the gun at Power Princess and Agent Miki. "I think I'll off girly girl number two first!"
As Lady Raquel clicked back the hammer on her automatic, Max leaped forward, pushing the gun from her grasp. Dr. Rabour hefted a small fire extinguisher from beside his desk and crowned Lady Raquel on the back of her head. The villianess moaned painfully and muttered "Night...Daddy..." before hitting the floor, unconscious.
Dr. Rabour rapidly began typing a reversal of the Mabuse code.

"Dr. Mabuse's family was safely rescued from the Sisterhood of evil agents that were holding them captive," Power Princess told Max and Agent Miki. "But Gwen and her boy Ethan escaped."
Max nodded his head with regret. "It's okay, Gwen was a nice girl basically and I'm glad she's finally found someone who really cares about her!"
"Her partner Cathy seems to have escaped after we captured Lady Raquel in the raid," Power Princess reported.
"She may be trouble in the future," Max remarked. "But what about our future, ladies?"
The trio was walking toward Max's 1935 Dusenberg Phaeton after finishing mop up work at Sisterhood of Evil's headquarters. Lady Raquel had already been transported to jail.
"You can't have it both ways, Max!" Agent Miki announced. "It has to be one of us!"
"Why break up such a great crime fighting duo over me," Max argued. "I'm man enough for both of you!"
"I for one am not sharing your manhood with anyone!" said Power Princess.
"He's my man!" Agent Miki countered.
"No, he's mine!"
Max knew this conflict was going to happen at some point and had prepared for it. When Power Princess and Agent Miki climbed into the back seat, still bickering, Max leaned in from the front and sprayed gas in both their faces. The girls felt like they were drifting on clouds.
"I think both you ladies are going to fall in love with me and be very happy with a three way arrangement," Max said seductively. "Don't you ladies think so?"
"Yeeesss..." slipped from both crime fighter's lips. "We love you Max!"
Max sprayed another dose of gas in their faces and they settled into relaxed sleep, Miki's head resting on Power Princess' shoulder.
Max, smiling broadly, drove home.

The Dream Tiger - The Finish

Kristena didn't return Jon Amur's call. She waited for the right moment, as if she and not Amur were stalking prey in the night forest.

While she delayed, Kristena noticed tigers everywhere, peering from book covers or snarling on cable TV nature documentaries, until they bounded into her dreams in the form of the Tiger Lover. She was raptured at being tackled and penetrated in her dreams. One night, she dreamed the Tiger Lover stared into her eyes as he pinned her to the bed, entranced by the thin ring of blue that encircled the beast's pupils.
Kissing her phantom lover, Kristena roared in his face. Enraged, the Tiger Lover roared back and smacked his paw across Kistena's face, knocking her unconscious.

Kristena jumped from her bed, fumbling for the cell phone, pressing the buttons of Jon Amur's number.


"Hello, Kristena," Jon Amur said as he climbed through the ropes of the boxing ring. "I'm glad you're here."
Jon Amur's voice was deep and inviting, while his expression seemed malevolent, especially his eyes.
"This is kind of risky, being alone in the gym late at night..with you." Kristena said, watching Jon Amur as he moved toward her.
"But you agreed," answered Jon.
"I did."
"And with no hesitation..."
"Yes."
Jon was directly in front of Kristena, admiring her big chest and round eyes. "So you wanted to be here just as much as I do."
Kristena nervously stepped forward and Jon Amur embraced her, recalling how passive Kristena looked on the canvas, completely knocked out cold. She barely resisted the kiss Jon Amur gave her, first clutching him by the hair on the back of his head and then feeling up his back and ass.
Jon Amur broke their embrace. A perplexed Kristena muttered "What?" and glimpsed down at Jon Amur's clinched right fist.
"No, Jon, I need...I...want..."
WHAP!!
The punch bit into Kristena's face, staggering the girl a few, sideways paces. Swaying in place, Kristena made two attempts to complete her sentence. Her eyes dropped shut and her knees shot out from under her. Kristena fell backward, landing on her back.
Jon Amur tenderly caressed Kristena's breasts and bare stomach, then gathered the unconscious girl in his arms.

Kristena slept through the ride in Jon Amur's car back to her house. She began to stir awake when he placed her gently on her bed.

The Dream Tiger - Part 1

The fortune teller got a laugh from Kristena. The costumed old woman who operated from a space in a down town strip mall, correctly told Kristena that she was single, a passionate boxer and was in love with victory in the ring. The "gypsy" added Kristena was so in love with winning that she once injured a male opponent.
Consulting a palm reader was a dare from Kristena's sister, Katja, while the two were shopping, but Kristena admitted the truth of everything the old woman said, except hospitalizing a fighter with a concussion.
By round three of most bouts, Kristena would effortlessly beat up and knock out a female challenger. Men she fought differently, attacking them with furious intent, desperate to see what the outcome was when she delivered the bout ending punch.
Each time a guy lay on his back or side, experiencing diminished levels of consciousness, if not total slumber, Kristena watched his struggle to recover as the ref administered the 10 count while pushing Kristena toward a neutral corner.
Being reminded that her fists put a man in the ICU startled Kristena into laughter, whiping tears from he eyes as she denied the event happened. The palm reader calmly informed Kristena she would soon be defeated in the ring for intentionally injuring an opponent.
"And after your defeat, you will know the man you will love," the gypsy added. "I've never seen a future this clearer."
"You're making shit up!" blurted Kristena, pulling her hand from the palmist's grasp and walked out. Katja paid the fortune teller.

Kristena fought Jon Amur with her usual fury, but he was trouble. He counter punched better than other male fighters, with gloved hands that reminded Kristena of paws. The pale blue of Jon's eyes, like a tiger's, held Kristena through the entire fight and were the last thing she remembered after Jon's right bashed low on her jaw. Kristena was soundly asleep before she struck the canvas.
Kristena dreamt a tiger was in love with her and she craved the tiger as it morphed continually from man to beast.
Finally Kristena, dressed in her boxing gear, and the Tiger Lover grew tired of circling and leaped at each other. The Tiger Lover pinned Kristena on her back, trapping her wrists under his paws. The pleasure of her coupling pulsed through the dream until the powerful orgasm and the Tiger Lover's roar jolted Kristena awake as she lay in the recovery room.

Kristena practiced a particular celebicy regarding the opposite sex. Only after destroying a male in the ring would she pursue him sexually. With her nearly shoulder length black hair and buxom chest, getting laid was never a problem. But Kristena couldn't find Jon Amur in the days after their match. No one knew where he lived or how he could be reached. Kristena wondered if the experience had been a vivid dream, where reality and fantasy mixed seamlessly or if Amur was a ghost. One evening when Kristena came home from work, she heard a message on her answering machine from Jon Amur, inviting her to a rematch after hours at the gym.

Miki the Winner

Miki's arms swung at Shelia with little direction. The gloved fists sailed wide of the target, Shelia's head and jaw. Shelia wouldn't stand still.
Then Shelia stepped forward as Miki's right arm drifted past and threw her own right at the smaller boxer. Miki wondered about the glimmering stars, multi colored and bright, that abruptly appeared. The sensation of Miki's body slipping from under her freed Miki to wonder if Shelia's last punch made the stars so shinny. She wanted to tell Shelia that she wasn't fighting fair, but Miki's mouth simply fell open.
Miki went to the canvas with a loud thud and stretched out on her back. Emma the Ref counted Miki out as the girl boxer remained still, arms and legs spread eagle. Then Emma and Miki's boyfriend Ron carried the limp girl from the boxing ring and into the recovery room.
Dreaming as she slept, Miki's brain sorted the men, besides Ron, she liked to fuck. There were five in all and Miki's body convulsed in orgasm. Miki's vision flickered to life, revealing Ron and Emma talking to each other as they stood over Miki.
"She's like that," Ron was remarking to Emma. "I look at her the right way and Miki will orgasm."
It took Miki a few moments to sort Ron's voice from Emma's.
"Ron...honey..." Miki murmured. "I need lots of honey."
"Relax, Miki." Ron urged.
"Had a dream...honey...lots of honey.."
Miki's eyes crossed and her attention drifted.
"This was a really bad idea, Ron." Emma said.
"I tried to talk Miki out of it, but she wouldn't back down."
Shelia was a bully who had mocked Miki's shortness, until Miki challenged her to a match. Not only did Emma know her younger friend was going to lose the fight, but that Shelia would gloat over the trouncing she gave Miki.

"How's the rag doll?" Shelia asked Ron when he emerged from the recovery room, leaving his girlfriend to be examined by the fight doctor.
Ron glanced at the smirking brunette, still exuding the physical energy she used to knock Miki cold. And she's so fuck able, Ron told himself.
Miki and Ron had partners outside their relationship. But Ron would never nail a woman who had just beaten Miki senseless, no matter how good she looked.
"Resting."
"Working Miki over was fun! Can I do it again!"
"Get lost Shelia!" Ron was making for the men's locker room.
"Miki has no self control, just provoke her enough and off she goes, ready for a fight."
Ron said nothing.
"That's why you love her, Ron? Sex works the same way with Miki, right?"
Ron pivoted in his tracks and faced Shelia. "Where's this going?"
Shelia sighed like a teacher pitying a slow student. "Well, Miki's going to be physically out of commission for a week at least." Shelia smile was wolfish. "I made sure of that. You will need some company..."
Looking at her tits, Ron almost agreed. Then he decided against, realizing Shelia spent most of her life making trouble for people who weren't Shelia. Ron was not going to be part of that.
Shelia verged on suggesting a three-way that would include Miki when Ron said, "See you around, Shelia."
Shelia stifled her frustration and shifted her disdain from Miki to Ron.

Miki and Shelia were back in the boxing ring two months later. Shelia was again bullying Miki, but behind her back. Stories moved through the womens locker room that Ron and Shelia were fucking, even as Miki was recovering from her beating.
Miki knew, for once, that the gossip about Ron was untrue. Ignoring her tormentor did't make the stories go away. Miki finally became so frustrated that she challenged Shelia to second match.
"I'm knocking the lying bitch's block off!" Miki sneered at her opponent across the canvas. Ron, who rubbed her Miki's shoulders, lamented that the only time he stayed true to Miki, he made the situation worse. He had given up telling his girlfriend that the match was a mistake and accepted that it would end with Miki unconscious in his arms as he carried her through the ropes.
"The bitch is going to wake up in next Thursday!" Miki said, twisting her neck to keep it lose.
"Stay clear of Shelia till the time's right, Miki!" Ron said into Miki's ear and then kissing the back of her neck. "Shelia is bigger than you by ten pounds and two inches. Stay clear of her fists."
"I know..I know you told Shelia to get lost...I love you, Ron.." Miki said as Emma the Ref waved both fighters to the center of the ring.

The fighters circled each other at first, throwing tentative punches, probing for reactions.
"Good man you have, Miki," Shelia taunted. "I put it in his face and he pushed me away. That's why I'm going to pulp you to night!"
"Fire away...frustrated slut!"
Miki slugged Shelia's mid section twice, following through with a left-right combination. Shelia blinked away the pain and laughed at Miki.
Blows exploded between the two women; Shelia trying to force the smaller girl into a corner so she could work her body. Miki kept mobile, striking only when Shelia left an opening.
For the next two rounds, Shelia pressed on Miki, trapping her against the ropes, pounding her body and hooking shots to her head to keep her off balance. One of Shelia' hooks, a sharp, painful left, hammered Miki's jaw and put her in the ropes. Lights flashed on and off and then Miki's vision went black.
Miki's head rocked back and forth and her eyes reopened on Emma the Ref calling out "Five!" Emma waved her open hand in Miki's face.
Leaning on her fists, Miki heaved up from her sitting position against the ropes. Shaking her head twice, Miki stood, pulling up one leg at a time.
Emma quickly checked her friend and ordered the girls to box.
The exchange of punches resumed, with Miki now the aggressor. Shelia stood her ground against the onslaught, counter punching at Miki's torso.
Miki's left hit something, maybe Shelia's jaw or temple. She couldn't be sure because seconds later Shelia's right pasted her on the cheek.
A warm, inky blackness washed over Miki. She knew she was still standing because her entire body relaxed and she eased toward the canvas. The warmth increased and Miki had the sensation of drifting loosely around the ring.
Miki was slowly aware that she was standing in a neutral corner where Emma had shoved her. Shelia lay on her back completely out cold, hands twitching inside her gloves. Emma the Ref called out "Nine...Ten ...You're out!"
Miki was suddenly in Ron's arms.
"I knocked...the bitch...out..."
She gave Ron a dreamy smile.
"You did, Miki!" He kissed her forehead.
"Ron....?"
"Yeah?"
"Will...youu..."
"What Miki?"
Mikki, the ring and the entire gym was lifting into the air. "Will you....marrrr...iiieee...me...."
Miki never heard Ron's answer. Miki swooned into the warm, lover's embrace of sleep.