Andrea Pistons

While I work on the next installment of the serial, here's a short subject!

I first saw Andrea "Pistons" Pistone, a raven haired, big tited girl of medium height, in a bar on Route 46. I'd say it was a year before our match. She was the star fighter among a group of women who worked a circuit of bars and clubs in northern New Jersey.
While Andrea occasionally fought other women, mixed bouts were her specialty and obvious passion. No one could remember her losing a fight to a guy. Not that most of the competition in those smoky highway dives were in prime shape. They were horny drunks who paid a hundred dollars to have Andrea clobber them until they abruptly found themselves either on the canvas, sprawled on a couch outside the ring or surrounded by very concerned looking EMTs.
I walked in at the end of Andrea's fourth match, too late to sign up for a fight. It didn't matter much; my girl Desiree was with me. Dez had given up boxing herself because she was pregnant with our first child and was not temperamentally inclined toward seeing her boyfriend making close physical contact with a hot female boxer.
Dez and I cheered along with most of the females at the bar for Andrea as she prepared to end the bout. Her fists moved like the cylinders of her nickname, pounding the guy, well built and in his early 20s, with lefts and rights to his head and body.
Then Andrea stepped back to scrutinize her work. The guy barely hung on the ropes, knees buckled, eyes opening and closing. Andrea slugged him in the gut, thrilled to see her victim double over. A "WHAP!" echoed around the bar, followed by the crash of his inert body to the canvas.
A climax of cheers greeted the ref's "10...you are out!"
We watched Andrea do her victory strut from the ring.
"Think you could take her, Peter, honey?" Dez asked me, sipping her coke, as we enjoyed the leg show Andrea was giving the spectators.
"I'd knock out by round three," I answered.
Dez smiled at the exiting fighter. "Good night, mama!" Dez sighed.

The birth of our daughter Jill didn't leave much time to daydream about the return of Andrea. The list of fighters I trained had grown in the months that passed and Dez, on maternity leave from her office job, had taken quickly to motherhood. One of the other trainers at my gym told me Andrea was back on the boxing circuit and would be in our area in two weeks.
That night I told Dez she needed a little vacation and should visit her sister Serena, who had yet to see baby Jill, in Cape May. Dez left with Jill the weekend Andrea arrived in town.

As the third of five men to fight Andrea that night, I watched my two predecessors carried out of the squared circle, limp and spark out in the arms of the female attendants. Andrea looked at me from her corner, prepared to leave me in the same condition.
"Ready to do this, hammer dick?" Andrea asked me as we circled each other, throwing punches.
"You don't know for how long!" I answered.
As we bashed each other, I pressed against Andrea as much as possible, forcing her into a corner and delivering lefts and rights to her head and torso. Andrea figured out my plans to knock her out quickly as possible and kept her distance, only attacking when she could freely dart in and away.
"Doing good, Peter, for a horn dog about to take a nap!" Andrea smiled like a panther ready to strike.
My right hook jolted the side of Andrea's face.
Andrea's eyes went wide from shock and sharp pain. The left upper cut detonated on her chin in mid stagger and I delivered a pair of left-right combos to the gut.
I watched the almost sensual beauty of Andrea crouched over, arms instinctively protecting her midsection. My from the floor upper cut bounced Andrea off the ropes and left her standing flat footed right in front of me.
Male voices demanded that I finish her, but another punch would be pointless.
The irises in Andrea's eyes vanished into her head. Her entire body folded inward and then slammed to the canvas.
Completely unconscious and supine, Andrea was face down, mouth barely open, revealing a small portion of her pink tongue.
Screams came from all over the bar. I was the first opponent, male or female, to put Andrea to sleep in the ring.
Andrea burbled a few names over and over, dreaming in her deep slumber. The dejected male spectators cursed loudly when the bell ended the count at "six."
I watched, intensely aroused, the out cold Andrea lifted from the canvas, legs and forearms swaying, and carried to her corner. The ref shoved me back to my chair, where I watched the female attendants work to revive Andrea.

Sisterhood of Evil- Part 3

Power Princess and Agent Miki were eager to fill each other in on the details of the new man in their lives. Curiously, they were both in love with a guy named Max. Power Princess had met him the condiments section of the supermarket, where she shopped as her true identity, Jackie Ellison. She heard his voice ask for her jar of honey and Power Princess nearly swooned.
Agent Miki first encountered her Max when he challenged her to a match at the Amazonia Boxing Club. To her memory, Max knocked her cold twice in the ring and then they spent the night together. Miki dreamt she got beaten up by a tall, lovely Chinese woman that same night, but that was just a dream. Max was real and they were together every free moment Miki had.
But the new assignment from Justice Force distracted them: solve the disappearance of Prof. Thornton Robur, one of the world's leading computer program writers.
Interviews with his family and friends gave the two super heroines little to go on. Robur had scarcely spoken of the project he was working on for the Funjin Corporation, known worldwide as the first multinational to be run almost completely by women.
"It will revolutionize everything in finance," Robur cryptically informed his eldest son. Five days later he went to work as usual and never returned.
"We saw him walk out from work smiling and whistling as always," the Funjin Corp. security director told Miki and Power Princess. Like so many of the middle and upper management at Funjin, the security director was a tall, beautiful Nordic-looking woman, who towered over Miki.
"What was the nature of the project Prof. Robur was developing at the time he vanished?" Power Princes asked Jake Wilder, one Robur's two supervisors.
Jake didn't reply. His attention was focused on a spot just below Power Princess' neck.
"My eyes are up here, Mr. Wilder!" Power Princess asserted.
Jake's head jerked upwards. "Oh?...yes, I was...Prof. Robur was developing an ultra high speed credit transfer software. He was very secretive about it, right Ethan?"
Ethan Draper, the other supervisor, a few years younger than Wilder, smiled at the two crime fighters. "Yes, didn't say much to us at all." He looked Agent Miki over. "The working name of the program was 'Mabuse.' You have lovely eyes, Agent Miki!"
"I do!?...Thank you, Mr. Draper, but I', helping conduct a criminal investigation right now."
"How close was he to completion?" Power Princess asked.
"Near to done as far as we could tell," answered Jake. "The last two weeks, Robur was writing code furiously. Would you like a drink, Miss Princess?"
Jake was already at the office's wet bar, pouring himself a straight whiskey.
"I don't drink on duty...did you gentlemen read any of the code?"
"Some, but we didn't understand any of it," Ethan said.
"How can you two direct a software development project and not understand computer languages?" Miki asked.
Laughter erupted between the two men. "We just had to make sure Prof. Robur met his deadlines," Ethan went on. "We're originally managers from the manufacturing departments..women's sportswear and intimate apparel. That is a very effectively designed costume, Miss Miki!"
"Agent Miki!" the crime fighter insisted. "I suspect Jake and Ethan are holding out on us."
"I do, to!" Power Princess walked slowly toward Jake, stopping to glance at a framed picture of a young, smiling blond on his desk. "These two need alternate persuasion."
"They do at that!" Miki moved on Ethan with a seductive languor.

An hour later Power Princess and Agent Miki dragged the happily exhausted Jake and Ethan back to their offices from the adjoining rooms. They dumped the two satisfied men on the couch and surveyed their work.
"I didn't know the interview would be like this!" Jake exhaled contentedly. "Did I tell you everything you needed to know?"
"You gave me everything I needed!" Power Princess gave Jake a long kiss. "Thanks for all the details of the Mabuse program."
"And me?" Ethan asked Agent Miki, his eyes glassy.
"In between all those orgasms we had, you were very informative about what could happen if the program fell into the wrong hands." Miki, too, kissed her lover. "Let's give them a reward for being so cooperative."
"Definitely!" Power Princess agreed.
WHAP!!!
POW!!!
The punches from the lady crime fighters put Jake and Ethan out for the night.
"Damn that felt great!" Power Princess exclaimed.
"Where do we go next?" Miki asked.
"How about to dreamland!?" a voice familiar to Power Princess suggested from behind.
SMACK!!!
THWACK!!
Lady Raquel black jacked first Agent Miki and then Power Princess behind the ear.
"Hey..Miki..."
Power Princess' voice was dreamy and her vision blurry.
"Yeaaahhhh?" Miki's eyes went suddenly cross and both girls smiled.
"We...ve...be...en..."
"Cold...cocked..."
Both went to the floor with a loud thud.
Gwen and Cathy stepped out from behind Lady Raquel, who savored having her arch enemy sprawled at her feet.
"Got them good boss!" said Gwen while popping her bubble gum.
"They're still awake!" Cathy blurted.
Lady Raquel looked at her moaning captives. "You can do honors, ladies!"
Gwen hauled Agent Miki to her feet. The groggy girl's eyes were barely open. She babbled about tigers and teddy bears.
"Just like old times!" Cathy sneered.
WHAP!!
Cathy's right hook put Miki's lights completely out.
Lady Raquel lifted the semi conscious Power Princess upright.
"OOOOFFFF!!" shot from Power Princess' lips when Cathy landed a gut shot.
SOCK!!
Stars sparkled in Power Princess' head and she was asleep, slumped like a rag doll.
"Take them both to the magnifying room!" Lady Raquel ordered. "I've been waiting a long time for this moment, Power Princess!"