"Since every guy I fight sleeps on the canvas," she explained to friends. "It's only right they have something nice to dream about!"
Jasmine went mostly with girls, but if she knew her male opponent well enough, she would spend the night with him after the bout. Hector had been friends with Jasmine for a year before she began wondering out loud how good a fighter he was.
She was playful and flirty about her seduction, keeping the tone deceptively light-hearted. Jasmine saw early in their friendship that sex had originally drawn Hector to her. She learned later that no matter what his intentions, Hector was always going to be a gentleman.
"I've seen you fight girls," chirped Jasmine at Hector, keeping her body, especially her melon-like breasts, as close as suggestively possible to Hector, who quickly achieved the reaction she expected and wanted.
The male boxer seemed to hesitate. "I might hurt you, Jazz." he said, not certain the statement was even partially accurate.
Jasmine, her nose almost touching Hector's, whispered," You'll never hurt me!"
Watching Jasmine in her corner, throwing rapid upper cuts in the air, her bare breasts bouncing along with the motion of her arms, Hector was speechless. Jasmine walked toward him slowly, firing punches at her opponent.
"You like them, Hector?"
The raven haired goddess stopped Hector's breath for a moment. "Oh...yes..."
Two sudden punches flashed in his face, followed by "POW!" "POW!" from Jasmine. A quick upper cut clipped Hector's chin, staggering him slightly.
"You ready?"
"I am!" Hector answered.
"Oh...and one thing, Hector?"
"Yeah?"
"Sweet dreams!"
BAM!!
Hector felt himself drop lightly to the canvas, landing on his stomach at Jasmine's feet, his lips just touching her toes. He wanted to kiss those feet so badly, demonstrate his devotion. He settled down into a deep knockout.
They spent that weekend together. The bruise on Hector's jaw was like a stamp of ownership to Jasmine, which made him even sexier to her.
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