The Girl with the Mask

As he walked toward the reference desk, Tony saw one of librarians headed in the same direction. The women, clinging to her late twenties, was dressed in shades of black: a clingy top, dressy shorts and stockings. All these matched her shinny raven tinted hair and square rimmed glasses. Her name was Tina and she was the reference librarian.
As Tina sat down at her station and watched Tony approach, a grin erupted beneath her pert nose, forcing her cheek bones to rise beneath her hair.
"I'm looking for a book," Tony said pleasantly.
Usually, Tina reminded any patron who made the same request of the existence of the computerized catalogue. But she instantly found Tony attractive, his bright but shy eyes captured her. "Do you have the title?"
"Yeah, 'Great Female Boxers' by Desiree Tyler."
Tine knew exactly on what shelf the volume was siting, having read it twice. "I'll have to look it up, Mr...?"
"My name is Tony?"
"Good."
"What?"
"Nothing." Tina's fingers were already dancing on the key board. "You into boxing girls?"
Tony looked around. "Yeah."
"You fight yourself, Mr. Tony?"
"Not yet, I just joined this boxing club called the Amazonia..."
"Good for you!" Tina's face widened when she glanced at the monitor. "Found it!"
She neatly transcribed the call numbers on a slip of paper. Tina waved it toward Tony, but when he tried to grab it away, she held on tightly.
"Be carefull with girls who are into boxing," Tina warned. "They are pretty intense and often violent."
Confused by Tina's advice, he tugged on the paper. "You never know what they will do, Tony!"
Tina released the paper and she and Tony stared at each other.
"Thanks," Tony said, turning to the non fiction stacks.

Great Female Boxers was in the sports section. When he had the aisle to himself, Tony flipped through the book, scanning the color pictures. Wedged between two images of Mia St. John doing battle in a bright pink outfit, was a folded sheet of paper. As Tony reached for it, the sheet dropped out to his feet. Picking it up, Tony read inside.
"SLEEP TIGHT" was written in neat feminine script, the "i" dotted with a red heart.
Tony smelled, faintly at first, a scent that reminded him of a dentist's office. The smell became universal and he heard a girlish laugh and Tony was on the carpet, fast asleep.

Tony dreamed he was in a boxing match with Wonder Woman.
"I need a mate, Tony!" The Amazon princess declared as she worked Tony over. "And you are it!"
Wonder Woman was all Tony wanted her to be: strong, sexy, aggressive, with big tits. And long shinny black hair. An entranced Tony was beaten thoroughly until Wonder Woman landed a straight right to his face. Tony was slumped on the ropes. He slept contentedly at the feet of the mythic Princess.

"Tony? Towneee...!?"
The sweet voice swam down to Tony as he emerged from sleep.
"Yeah...I'm Tony..."
The black blur knelt in front of him focused into an athletic woman wearing tight black boxing trunks and tank top. And a white leather eye mask tied behind a head of silky, raven colored hair.
"How long?"
"Awhile." she answered.
"Where am I?" The sleep was clearing away from Tony's voice.
"My basement gym...there, all done!"
Tony looked down and saw a pair of red boxing gloves tied to his hands. Then he realized he was wearing blue boxing trunks and no shirt. He quickly took in that he and the young lady occupied a boxing ring.
"We're going to fight, Tony!"
"Why? Who are you?"
"Because I want to hit you! I'm Mara, short for Maravella. Get up, boy!"
As he rose, Tony couldn't not notice hoe great Mara's ass and legs looked in her shorts. Mara gave him a smile that said: "Like the leg show?" as she pulled on her boxing gloves.
In the opening minutes, the couple circled each other. While Mara threw punches with flirty enthusiasm, Tony wanted to hit back, but felt reticent to hit a woman.
Then Mara decked him.
Tony sat on the canvas enraged and confused. Mara was laughing out loud.
Tony stalked after his opponent, but Mara slipped out of range of his fists, creating plenty of opportunities to tease her captive.
"I kidnapped you! I'm beating you so hard you're ready to cum and you don't know what I look like! Chump!"
The last word pulled a trigger in Tony and his fists hammered Mara's flat belly. Her gasp was cut short by an impulsive right hook that tagged her jaw. Falling sideways, Mara was completely disoriented, allowing Tony a chance to pursue. He slugged her in the midsection and followed through with an upper cut.
Tony watched Mara's eyes roll up with exquisite slowness behind her mask and a jolt of gratification
went through him.
"Ah..ha..ha.." whispered Mara as he mouth fell open and she dropped heavily to the canvas.
Tony checked her pulse as he counted to ten to himself. Searching the ring area, Tony spotted the open doorway that revealed a small bed. Lifting Mara carefully, Mara carried her out between the ropes and laid her on the bed.
Removing Mara's gloves, he lifted the front waistband of her black trunks as he had seen done to a koed female boxer on TV. Quickly he pulled off her tank top and sports bra. Tony caressed Mara's breasts, his fingers moving gently over the smooth white skin. Putting his hand to Mara's eye mask, Tony stopped abruptly. He sat back, watching the knocked out girl, naked besides her panties and mask, with awe and desire.
Tony waited.

Mara sighed a few times before waking up. She knew she'd been knocked out cold. Feeling that her under pant and eye mask had not been moved confirmed the guess she made about Tony.
"You okay, Mara?" asked Tony, with actual tenderness in his voice.
"Fine," Mara sat up on her elbows. "You were a gentleman, Tony. I'm impressed. But I figured you for one."
She moved closer to Tony and they kissed. When Mara started to untie her mask, Anthony stopped her.
"Okay, Tony. Sure..."
Tony pulled off Mara's panties and worship fully kissed her pussy. Mara hardly needed the stimulus, but she let Tony go where nature lead.

Many hours later Tony woke up with his face on Mara's stomach. Mara played with his hair like a pet owner stroking a faithful dog. The lassitude of complete satisfaction laced both their bodies and it took a few minutes for Mara to get out of bed and go to one of her drawers. "What's up?" asked Tony.
Mara took out a cell phone and strutted to Tony. "One more thing left..." Mara purred.
"Is that a cell phone?"
"Only on the outside. It's called a 'snoozer'. It sprays knock out gas!"
Tony wanted to protest, but he knew what was coming and he wanted it from Mara.
The masked girl pointed the snoozer at Tony and pressed "SEND." A stream of gas hit Tony in the face. Mara told her lover to "Sleep tight."
Tony thought about strawberry wine and landed on the bed fast asleep.

Tara stood in the back of the library, discretely having a cigarette. Smoking wasn't allowed so Tina had to keep an eye out for her supervisor or the numerous co-workers would have been delighted to turn her in.
Seeing a municipal van pull up, Tina turned her back to finish her cigarette.
Tina heard a "THUMPTH" and pain prickled through her skull. Tony caught Tina with one arm as she went down, while pocketed the black jack with the other. The blow had been light but effective. Tony quickly moved Tina to the van. Pulling open the back doors, Tony secured Tina on a mattress.
Tony parked in his garage and carried Tina to his bedroom. He made sure Tina was comfortable. Along with a thorn less rose, Tony left a pair of red boxing gloves by Tina's head. Tony settled in a chair and waited.