In the last year alone, Apted had defeated, seduced or both a large number of Silver Fox's colleagues in Justice Force, the all female crime fighting organization. One of them, Atomic Girl, took a double neck chop from Apted while she guarded a display of ancient jewelry at the Metro Museum. When Atomic Girl came to, hours later, there was a thorn less red rose resting in her ample cleavage and she knew exactly who clobbered her.
A week later, she began a four month affair with Apted. Long after she broke things off, Atomic Girl wondered how one man gave her so much pain and pleasure.
Silver Fox liked the idea of sex with Apted, but not being vulnerable. A quick study of files on Apted showed her his one weakness: a Good Girl.
Though Atomic Girl never swerved in her commitment to fighting crime, she often used underhanded tactics and possessed a dark, vaguely threatening appearance that had a seductive shade of slutty. That was good for short term flings, but men like Apted tired of it quickly. Silver Fox, with her soft, open face and cheerleader figure, looked "girl next door" perfect and she knew it. She was just the kind of girl that Apted wanted, deep in his heart, to lose a fight to.
Apted was a breast man, so Silver Fox wore a sleeveless top that showed plenty of skin. Her well toned ass and gams were highlighted by her short, tight red trunks. Apted imagined them fucking, Silver Fox on top, the moment she leaped into the ring. Silver Fox saw the lust in Apted's eyes and considered delivering a nut shot hard enough to knock him out cold. Practice had taught her to do that with swift effectiveness. Silver Fox changed her mind, she wanted to own Marcus Apted, not injure him.
"I'm going to knock you out, Marcus Apted!" Silver Fox said when they touched gloves.
"It doesn't have to be that way!" responded Apted with a sincerity that almost made Silver Fox orgasm. "We can box later...tomorrow morning..."
"Sweet dreams, Marcus Apted..." Silver Fox teased as she went back to her corner.
This little gym bunny should have kissed the canvas two rounds ago! Apted thought, midway through the sixth. His opponent had kept him entangled with her body or pinned on the ropes, talking dirty as she worked him over. Apted could feel the slow process of being worn down by the super heroine's fists.
A large explosion left Apted severely dazed on the ropes. As Silver Fox dog walked him to the middle of the ring, all Apted could think of was sex with Silver Fox.
"A Good Girl beat you up and you like it!" Silver Fox said, pressing Apted's arms to his side and tilting his head into the optimal position. "Ready to knock you out!"
A thrill rippled through Apted and then a second explosion, that turned off the lights in his brain.
After the ten count, which Apted peacefully slumbered through, Silver Fox applied a coat of bright red lipstick to her lips. First, she kissed Apted's cheek, leaving a glowing scarlet lip print. Then she pulled down his trunks and took Apted's raging erection in her mouth, leaving a smear of red on his penis.
The first number on the cell phone contacts list was "Paula," who Silver Fox knew was Apted's protegee in crime and only full time lover.
"No, this is not Marcus," Silver Fox explained to the female voice who answered after four rings. "I'm afraid he's incapacitated right now...I was too much woman for him...We're at the Amazonia Boxing Club...no, I'm afraid I can't wait for you to get here, Marcus will be waiting....that wasn't nice!"
Silver Fox snapped the cell phone shut.
A week passed before Marcus contacted Silver Fox and they had dinner at the town house he reserved just for these meetings. It took him a few days to convince Paula of the truth: he was unconscious when the lipstick was applied to his dick. The next morning Silver Fox was pleasantly surprised to see Marcus had a black eye.
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