Alice had one of those just out of college voices, so I guessed she was in her late twenties. When I met her at The Caffeine Cafe to discuss the details, I saw she had just cracked thirty. She was shortish, with shoulder length black hair and a round, open face, illuminated by bright brown eyes and full lips. Alice's arms and legs were well developed. Her full breasts were proportioned with her compact body.
"Hello Marc," Alice whispered when we sat down at a sidewalk table. She handed me the envelope, which I tucked in my jacket pocket. "You look like your voice," she added.
"Thank you," I answered and smiled boyishly as I could. It put women at ease. Many times people have been embarrassed by the thing they want so much and are uneasy when they get it.
"You have a pretty voice, Alice," We were silent as the waitress left our coffees. I liked working with women built like Alice, her body almost fit completely in your hands.
"How long have you been training with Peter?" I asked.
"A year. I've known Desiree for a long time, so she recommended him when I wanted to learn how to fight."
Desiree was my friend Peter's wife. Knowing Dez, she and Alice were more than friends. Peter gave Alice my cell phone number. He told me "Alice is one for you. She'll be a great fighter, she just needs help with other matters."
Alice's spacious apartment was a few blocks from the Cafe. We had the whole day so Alice and I talked a little more in the kitchen.
"I use these," I told Alice, handing her my red boxing gloves. "They're loaded with sand."
When I saw anticipation explode on Alice's face when she fondled the gloves, my last doubt vanished.
I set up the tripod and fixed the HD camcorder so it had a clear view of Alice's neatly made bed. Alice laced up my boxing gloves. She kissed each glove when she was finished, giving me a coy smile each time.
Alice stripped to her underwear and posed at the foot of her bed in a sexy fighting stance.
"I'm a dirty slut!" Alice purred and a change washed over her face. Alice let her mouth fall open invitingly. For a second I was frozen watching the transformation. "I've fucked twenty men in one day! What do you do to a girl like that?! What? When are you going to fuck me!?"
POW!!
Alice made a little hop when I tagged her chin. After a minute of confusion about what had just happened to her, Alice's eyes turned up and she fainted onto the bed.
I counted her out, loud enough for the camcorder to pick it up as it taped Alice flat out on her back. Thumbing her eyelids, I saw only whites. The knockout was total.
Alice's light frame was easy to move to the pillows, where I rested her head. I pressed my hand on the front of her red silk panties. They were soaked.
I kept the recorder on until Alice stirred awake.
Initially, Alice was baffled about how she ended up on the bed. When her memory reactivated, she leaned back on the bed, laughing with content.
"Are you okay, Alice?" I asked.
"I feel...soo..alive!"
I shut off the camcorder.
Getting punched out left Alice extremely horny, so we had sex for an hour after she fully recovered.
"I only went with women since I was eighteen years old," she told me, head resting on my chest. "Then Peter had me spar with a guy at the gym. WHAP!" Alice made a punching motion in the air. "He knocked me clean out when he hit me by accident. When I woke up, I was horny for him. I fucked him two nights later."
I'd heard a few variants on this story before. The first few times I asked probing follow up questions about "Why?", the answers discouraged me from questioning any further. The sanest response I ever recieved was "It's just my wiring."
Alice was seeing one woman right now, but also slept with a number of men. I suggested she simply have the woman she loves knock her out.
Alice shrugged. "It doesn't feel the same."
I put my gear away and again asked Alice how she was feeling.
"Great! I'll keep your card!" Alice moved toward the end of her bed. "Could you..Marc...once more?"
I couldn't say no to pleading cuteness in Alice's eyes. We exchanged a long kiss.
WHAM!!!
My bare knuckle upper cut lifted Alice into the air, making her body tunr in an arc. Her entire body slapped the bed, causing it to shake. I put the tape of out session next to her on a pillow.
I kissed Alice and walked out.
