The Amazonia Boxing Club 1953

Jake was dating Aja for more than a month when she asked if he ever fought a woman.
"You mean physically? With my fists?"
They were both laying in Jake's bedroom in his new apartment in New York City. It was the spring of 1953 and Jake had just moved to Manhattan after college. Aja was a first for Jake: his first girlfriend in the big city and the first African-American girl he dated.
"Yeah, exactly." Aja explained, snuggling next to her lover.
"No! Why?"
"Ever wanted to?"
When Jake hesitated, Aja knew the truth: Yes, secretly, he did.
"There's a social club forming in the Wall Street area for people interested in private matches between males and females. Most of the members will be women."
"Oh yeah?!" Jake asked. "What's it going to be called?"
Aja gave Jake an affectionate peck on the cheek. "We're calling it the 'Amazonia Boxing Club'."
"And you're part of it?"
"A founding member."
Aja had the kind of body Jake really loved, athletic and big breasted. Helping form such a club made sense. Aja and her friends could do what they liked in private, Jake decided. But Jake, so lank and skinny, was baffled by Aja's attraction to him. One thing he had learned in his brief 23 years, however, was not to ask what a female found appealing about him - it wouldn't be what you thought and the truth would be unsettling.
"Can I join?"
"Of course, you're my man! And in light of that, I have a favor to ask..."
"What?"
"We want to have a mixed match for the opening night and I was wondering if you'd like to...participate?"
"In a boxing match? With a woman?!"
Aja had him.
"Correct."
"Who would I be fighting?"
"That's my surprise, honey stick. I think you'll be very pleased."
"Do I know her?"
"No."
"Somebody famous?"
"You'll know her on sight, especially you..."
"Barbara Eden? Marilyn! Brigette Bardot!?"
"No!" Aja admonished him. "We're a small organization. But you'll be very pleased. Even after she knocks you the fuck out!"

Sixty people, almost all women, had assembled in the main gym of the newly opened Amazonia Boxing Club. They crowded around a boxing ring in the center of the room, nosily anticipating the start of the Club's first mixed match.
Jake sat straight in his corner, his shoulders being rubbed down by Aja and her older by one year sister, Amanda. The corner opposite him, reserved for his opponent, was empty.
The ring side bell clanged, heralding the entrance of Mercedes Assommeur, the Amazonia's Board of Trustees director, into the ring, illuminated by a white spot light. Waving to the membership, she took hold of a metal microphone that was lowered to her from the ceiling.
"Ladies and a few gentlemen, I am Mercedes, welcome to The Amazonia Boxing Club!"
A wild cheer came from the crowd, displaying joy at the Club finally being open and their respect and awe for the sexy blond who would be its leader.
"Tonight's main event will be 20 round, knockouts only, mixed fight! This match will not be over until one of the contests is knocked out!"
The spectators cheered a second time, even louder.
"On my right is our male fighter, Jake 'The Big Snake' Collins, the boyfriend of one of our esteemed trustees, Aja Torres!"
Jake stood, with his gloves raised, accepting the cheers that were meant for Aja.
"And his opponent...our special guest for Opening Night at the Amazonia...you've seen this rising model in Wink and Eyeful magazines...please welcome..Miss Bettie Page!!"
The spot light fell on a large black curtain on the far side of the gym. It drew apart suddenly and Bettie Page strode out. Giving the crowd her "girl-next-door" smile, Page  waved to assembled Club members, all of whom, including Jake, were adulate. Bettie wore a black trunks and T-shirt, both tailored to cling to the female form. Her black boxing gloves matched her hair color perfectly.
"Her!?...Really?..." Jake asked the empty air.
"Really." Aja declared. "You like?"
"Damn!" was Jake's response.
Climbing through the ropes to her corner, Bettie Page waved and blew Jake a kiss.
When they were working out the contract for the match, Aja made it clear to Bettie that it was expected that Jake would be taking a nap.
Mercedes waved the fighters to the center of the ring, where they touched gloves.
"Well, handsome, are you ready for me?"
Delivered in a honey-drenched, Tennessee accent, the question made Jake melt inside and make a tent in his trunks.
"Ah...yeah!..."
"I heard your punches are very..penetrating! Are you going to make me feel it?"
Oh God, Jake begged. Let me fuck her just once!
Unbearably horny, Jake was the first one out when the buzzer sounded. Bettie followed, her right pulled back like a sling shot.
BOOOFFFF!!!
 Jake was not certain if that sound was made by the lamb skin boxing glove smacking his face or made by himself seconds after. There wasn't much time to decide, Jake was spark out on the canvas.

As Amanda and Aja carried Jake from the canvas to the corner, Jake heard Aja call Bettie Page "white boy's kryptonite" and dreamed of sex with his opponent.
A blurry version of his seconds appeared in front of Jake, their lips moving soundlessly. Jake always wanted to fuck Amanda and had a day dream about a threesome with the sisters. The fantasy grew in erotic detail until a face full of water shocked him
"What! What is it?" Jake blurted. "What happened?"
"Bettie knocked you out!" said Amanda.
"I?...Did?"
"Yes, honey, you did."
Even Aja's direct response could not get Jake's wandering brain to focus. "But why? We were going to fuck right now....Bettie loves me!"
Aja glanced at her sister with a nod and another bucket of water hit Jake's face. This time he spurted and cursed. Aja knew he was back.

The took up immediately, with Bettie taunting Jake while she worked on wearing him down.
"I see I made you feel it!" she teased him.
In round three, Bettie fixed Jake on the ropes and started working him over, with surgical calm. The crowd demanded Bettie score a knockout victory.
A minute later, Jake began to sag. Bettie proped him onto the top rope.
"You probably would have fired your wad if you knocked me out!" she told him, but it was not likely Jake could hear her. "Too bad!"
A right hook hammered Jake's lower jaw.
Lost in blackness, Jake heard his body smash painfully on the canvas.
The raven haired amazon strutted around the ring as Jake was counted out.  Aja and Amanda carried a stretcher into the ring and loaded Jake on board.
While she reveled in making Jake unconscious with her fists, Bettie Page felt bad she'd hurt such a nice guy so she called him a week later for a date.