Fight the Good Girl

The text read "Fight Me!" Max Haig impulsively responded "When?" Max wanted to box Lady Donna very badly.
The feelings he had for Lady Donna were closer to intense lust than to love, but the desire burned deeply all the same. Lady Donna, a senior director of Justice Force, an all female band of crime fighters, was all that Max was not.

He had seen Lady Donna the first time on a live news broadcast of her taking out all five members of the Testosterone Gang during a bank heist. The twelve year old Max was stunned speechless watching the younger Lady Donna pose over the defeated crooks, flexing her biceps for the camera. Max was deep in wide-eyed love.
Max did wonder why Lady Dona dared him to a private bout at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Justice Force had been trying to capture Max, who had grown up to be a successful cat burglar, counterfeiter, and cyber criminal, for more than a decade. A number of times he tangled with Justice Force agents and left all of them out cold at his feet.
Was it a trap? Maybe. But if they wanted to capture him, Justice Force could have easily traced the signal of his cell phone and found him. This had not happened. 
Did Lady Donna just want a fight? Could be. In that case, Lady Donna was in her forties, a decade older than Max, and he assumed he would score a quick KO. That scenario excited him until another, even more stimulating hit Max. Maybe Lady Donna wanted to fuck?

The rules were settled before the time of the match was set, eleven p.m. in a private ring at the Amazonia Boxing Club. For ten rounds, the couple would fight until one knocked the other out. Emma the Ref would over see the fight.
In the flesh, Lady Donna was the perfect Cougar, muscular and lean, tits full and round as Max remembered them being as a teenager. Around Lady Donna's predatory brown eyes, faint crows feet were forming, stoking Max even more.
Emma the Ref waved together. 
"Ready to sleep, pussy hound?" asked Lady Donna.
Max only stared back, reminding himself to keep it together.
"I'm going tuck you into bed tonight, Donna!" 
A glove smacked Max sideways. Emma stepped between the fighters, ordering them to their corners.
Giving them half a minute to focus, Emma shouted "Fight!"
They laid into each other instantly. In the past, Lady Donna had fought plenty like Max, but she was pleasantly surprised by how skilled a fighter Max was. No wonder he knocked out so many of our operatives, she thought. But I know what he really wants and I'm making sure he'll get it!
An even match went on for three rounds. Lady Donna floored Max, but he quickly sprang up even before Emma could start the count. When two right hooks put her on the canvas, Lady Donna had a quick dream of her evening with Batman and woke to hear "FIVE!" Grabbing the ropes, Lady Donna was wobbly but standing when Emma called out "NINE!"
"Okay pussy lover, NOW it's time to sleep!" Lady Donna snarled.

 
 Punches fell over Max, who retreated from the barrage of leather. Moments later, he felt his back press against the ropes. A faint left was met by Lady Donna's fist, sending him the opposite direction. Pain stabbed his jaw, slowing his reactions, giving Lady Donna the opening she craved.
Three direct hits scrambled Max's vision. A harsh upper cut put him in standing daze. Lady Donna repeated the punch to insure her opponent was immobile.
Max knew what was about to happen any second and knowing that made him fall for Lady Donna. Please fuck me! he pleaded among his jumbled thoughts.
Max slept contently on the canvas.

Lady Donna retrieved Max's gym bag which contained his clothes while Emma counted him out. The two women stripped and redressed the victim in his street clothes, admiring his manhood as they worked.
"What's going to happen to Max now?" asked Emma as she buttoned up his shirt.
"I'll take him back to Justice Force HQ for interrogation. Max has a lot of connections in the criminal networks."
"What if he doesn't cooperate?"
At the count of three, they lifted Max onto the stretcher Emma had placed on the canvas and carried him from the ring.
"I can make men like Max talk!" stated Lady Donna.
"You're not going to hurt him!"
"No, just the opposite."
They were in the alley between the Amazonia Boxing Club and Zappatelli's Pizzeria. Carefully, they sat Max in the couch-sized back seat of Lady Donna's mini van.
"Well, thanks for your help capturing Max Haig. Justice Force won't forget this."
"No problem. Good luck."
The word "Josie" emerged from Max, whose head was nodding. Lady Donna climbed in and landed a karate chop midway between skull and shoulders. Stars danced in Max's head and he slumped over.
"Is he under control?" Emma asked.
"Oh yeah!"
The pair embraced and Lady Donna rode off for Justice Force HQ.


A month later, Emma received an invitation to the wedding of Max Haig and crime fighter Lady Donna. Emma smiled at the happy ending.