The Full Show

From the corner of the half lit boxing ring, Dean watched Alicia walk across the gym slowly. Her form became much clearer when she climbed through the top and middle ropes. Alicia was topless, a pair of black boxing gloves dangling around her neck, bouncing gently off her full, smooth tits. The gloves matched the leather eye mask that tied behind her straight, shimmering, raven colored hair. Alicia looked as if Betty Page had suddenly taken up burglary.
Dean could hardly speak, taking in Alicia's slender legs and thighs. The tight undies that covered up to her flat belly only made the rest of her exposed body more alluring.
Handsome, Alicia thought, looking at Dean. Good thing, too. He paid for the full show.
Smiling a row of white teeth at Dan, Alicia purred, "Hi there, stupid boy!" and moderated the aggression in her voice. "All dressed for our match, trunks and gloves, just like I ordered. Good boy!"
Alicia undid the knot that connected the gloves and placed them on the canvas at Dean's feet. "Like you'd ever lay a glove on me!"
Dean felt his erection abruptly extend, until it bulged in the upper left leg of his trunks. Right on schedule, mentally noted Alicia, as she knelt down, rubbing her mouth on Dean's concealed penis, caressing its width first with her blood red lips and then gently embracing it with her teeth.
"Yes!" Alicia said. The word stabbed Dean.
"You ever get knocked out by a woman, Dean?"
"yea.." then Dean's voice failed.
"It's obvious you like women in boxing gear!"
Alicia mouthed Dean's erection again. "I'm going to knock you out multiple times, Dean!" she said when she stood up. They exchanged a long kiss. "And at the end of our evening together, I'll knock you out so completely that you won't wake till tomorrow morning! How would that be?"
Dean leaned his head into Alicia's and they kissed. Alicia landed a chop to Dean's unprotected neck. He groaned softly and slumped against her chest. This was Alicia's favorite way to start a session.

Dean woke seated in a corner of the ring a minute later, Alicia slapping her face, encouraging him to wake up. "Come on, little boy! We have a busy night ahead of us."
Alicia tugged him to his feet and removed his boxing gloves as Dean collected his senses. "Ready for some wrestling?"
Dean looked at Alicia dopily, but nodded in the affirmative.
"Great!"
Alicia grabbed Dean and effortlessly flipped him over her shoulder, landing him, painfully, flat on his back. Dean had barely taken a breath when the bare heel of Alicia's right foot pounded his belly. His eyes widened with agony and his mind focused perfectly. Alicia quickly got Dean back on his feet and then slugged him three times in the mid section. Grabbing his wrist, she spun him in a circle twice before letting him fly into the far corner turnbuckle.
Tipping backward, Alicia executed a graceful handstand, spread her legs perversely in a mid air "V" and then fell upright, a few feet from her befuddled victim. Instantly, she vaulted into a second "V" handstand, that brought her heels to eye level of Dean's face. Alicia inched forward a few paces on her palms and leveled her feet at both sides of Dean's skull.
The long legs moved apart and then snapped shut as Alicia said "Night-night!"
Dean saw an explosion of stars and went out.
 Alicia tumbled upright and nudged the male from behind, propelling him to the canvas, where he slept peacefully for ten minutes.

When he woke, Dean felt an unexpected softness against his face. As he fell, he dreamily saw the canvas race up to him before splashing into a pool of warm darkness. He expected a hard surface, but Dean's head was cradled on Alicia's bare thighs and she was stroking his hair.
"Come on, lover boy, sit up!" Alicia pulled Dean by his shoulders. "You like this so far?"
Dean rubbed his eyes. "Yes!"
"Good! Did you have any dreams yet?"
"No."
"You will. Guys like you always do. You just have to take the right knockout. Let's try something else."
"Hey, no, wait!" Dean spluttered rapidly as Alicia darted behind his back, clutching her arms around his throat.
Dean gagged loudly. His arms shot out, violently grabbing the air.
Dizziness hit him and his breathing slowed. the muscles in Dean's limbs relaxed.
"Go ahead, go to sleep." Alicia cooed in his ear. "Sleepy time!"
Reality sank into blackness, taking Alicia's voice with it. Dean reached up like a drowning man, the tide of sleep rose. Dean's final, drowned thoughts were of who Alicia was and how much he wanted to fuck her. Dean felt perfectly content and went to oblivion.

"I'm starting to like you," said the sweet female voice that flooded the evaporating blackness in Dean's skull.  "Guys like you are punching bags and I love punching bags!"
Dean was able to move his limbs a minute or so later and his cleared vision took in Alicia wearing black boxing gloves. "No dreams yet?"
"No..." Dean replied.
"Well, don't worry. This next knockout I'm giving you is called the Dreamweaver. It always has the desired effect!"
Dean looked down and saw Alicia had tied gloves to his hands. He felt very aroused.

Sometime during the match, Dean fell in love with Alicia. He knew it was stupid and the feeling would vanish after he slept with his opponent, but he had no will power. When Alicia saw the extreme 'affection' expressed in Dean's eyes, she went for the kill.
Wedging him in a corner, Alicia slowed down her punches, alternating between head shots and pummeling Dean's midsection. A hard upper cut put Dean out on his feet.
He swayed ans staggered, eyes glassy and half open. Alicia stepped away from her victim, assuming he was about to fall.
Instead, Dean raised his gloves and began to paw Alicia's bare breasts and mumble to himself. Alicia knew that he was already dreaming .
"Okay Dean, tuck you in for the night!" she black haired girl told him. She gave him a long kiss.
WHACK!
A second upper cut put Dean on the canvas, limp and completely knocked out.
Through his ten minute, leather induced nap, Dean dreamed of fucking a masked female named Alicia.