The Bedroom Knockout

Sam and Cathy were gloving up in their hotel room. Stripped down to black lace underwear, Cathy wore black boxing gloves. Sam thought she was perfect, just what he wanted and expected her to look like when the pair finnally had a private match.
"You feeling good, Sam?" she asked, fixing her bedroom eyes on him. "I know you've been waiting awhile for this."
Sam admitted Cathy was right. At the last beach party for the members of the Amazonia Boxing Club, he and Cathy got drunk and made out behind some dunes. She allowed Sam to finger fuck her numerous times before abruptly walking away from him.
Since then Cathy had lost a  series of mixed boxing matches. The bad streak ended when she knocked Sam's friend Dan unconscious. Encouraged by that victory, Cathy leveled three more male fighters.
Sam had witnessed the bout with Dan, who had to be carried, limp and throughly bruised, from the ring. Sam was shocked by the brutality of the skinny girl.
Cathy was lose limbed, with full tear drop breasts and toned thighs. Her straight, shoulder length black hair put Sam in mind of Betty Page, minus Page's enticing smile. When Cathy wanted to express pleasure, her liquid brown eyes focused like a vixen's as she prepared to pounce on a victim.
"You're gonna go to sleep, Cath!" answered Sam, grinning as he batted his gloves together. He gave the hotel room a look over one more time. All the sharp edged furniture had been removed or covered, leaving only a chest of drawers, a chair and the king-sized bed the couple stood beside.
"Ready?"
"Fuck yeah!" Cathy replied, raising her fists. Perfect! Sam thought.
His right glided between the gap between Cathy's elbows, slamming into her solar plexus. Sharp, clear agony burst inside Cathy. The girl twisted forward, gasping for air, her eyes as wide as saucers.
Sam moved in one step, launching a right upper cut from the hip that lifted Cathy clean off the carpet. Arms and legs spread eagle, Cathy yelped out "OOOFFF!!"
As her body arced over the bed, Cathy slipped into deep slumber and she bounced softly when she landed. Sprawled on her back, limbs scattered randomly, Cathy's head nodded gently from side to side as she moaned. For a moment, her glassy eyes seemed to focus on Sam and then they closed. The girl boxer's head tilted to the right and she was in a profound knockout.
Sam removed his gloves and thumbed Cathy's eyelids.
"Hard boiled eggs!" he muttered with satisfaction. "You're in dreamland, honey pot!"
With the digital camera he'd concealed in the gym bag he brought to the hotel, Sam recorded Cathy's defeat.
"You just had to challenge me," he taunted the unconscious girl. "Now you know what happens!"
Stashing the camera, Sam took off Cathy's boxing gloves and lifted her legs, shifting them to the end of the bed. He was happy her thighs and arms still had their firm smoothness. when he settled Cathy's head on the pillows, he stepped back and contemplated the thin strings that secured her panties to her slim hips.
No, he decided and pulled the blanket up to the girls chin.
In the small bathroom, Sam filled a plastic up with cold water and took a bottle of aspirin from the drawer under the sink. Setting the items on the night stand by the bed, Sam went to the ice machine down the hallway and filled a small refrigerator bag.
When he returned to the room, Sam saw a lartge smile on Cathy's lips. He assumed his punch stimulated a dream. He put the plastic bag of ice in the small frig and pulled a chair next to Cathy's head. Sam leaned over and kissed her.

Cathy came back to consciousness ten minutes later. Groaning softly, she tried to sit up.
"No Cath, not yet," Sam advised, pressing her shoulder back down on the mattress. Senses still congealing, Cathy glared up at Sam. "I was supposed to knock you out...!"
"But instead I sent you to dreamland. How does it feel?"
Cathy felt contented and relaxed. Fragments of the dream she's had while out cold seeped back to her.
She was swimming under water in a big, warm pool that was bathed in blue light. A man took Cathy in his powerful arms and made love to her. The lover kept changing from Marc, her live in boyfriend, to Sam to a number of ther men she had or wanted to sleep with. Cathy could never be certain if she was ravished by one lover at a time or all the men at once.
After she gulped down the water and the medication, Cathy pressed the ice pack Sam handed her to her jaw.
"That was  a perfect punch, Sam..." Cathy confessed, finally.
"Thanks, Cath."
There was a silence and Cathy spoke again. "Does this place have a pool?"
"Sure does." Sam said.