Ariana's Win

I know what this match is for, Ariana thought. Someone wants to get laid and doesn't know how to ask politely. Or want to.
This realization occurred to a lot of women at the Amazonia Boxing Club, who comprised eighty-percent of the membership. Most guys at the Club needed to box a woman to be truly aroused.
In her heart, Ariana knew it was their foreplay and she was happy to reciprocate. Smacking a male opponent senseless got her going, too.

Larry caught himself admiring Ariana's body when Emma the Ref ordered them to touch gloves. He loved her bare shoulders and arms and powerful thighs. Think about fighting, not fucking he urged himself, aware of how much he loved athletic women.
"Box!" Emma the Ref shouted.
Ariana hit him immediately, grinning at the sensation of her fists striking Larry's body. Larry defended and counter punched because the sting of Ariana's head and body shots fired his need to get with Ariana.
"I know what kind of man you are!" Ariana told Larry during a fourth round clinch. "You want what you see in front of you! It's your 'thing'! And this is what your kind gets!"
Larry felt the punch clear and sharp.  Nothing followed the impact but total silence and a beaming Ariana, walking away as Larry went dizzy.

"That's right, boy, sweet dreams!!" Ariana shouted as Emma the Ref pushed her away from the supine fighter. "Get my punching bag to the hospital!"
Ariana joyously circled the ring, gloved fists raised in the euphoria of victory. Over her shoulder, she glanced Larry's seconds, Paula and Kaylee, place the inert boxer on a gurney and remove him from the ring. A rush of excitement propelled  the brown skinned girl onto the middle ropes of a turnbuckle, reenacting the upper cut that finished the match. Ariana pointed in the direction of her victim and joined her gloves into a pillow, on which she rested her head, eyes closed and smiling as if she had been knocked out.
The all female crowd screamed. Ariana leaped down to canvas and strutted from the ring to her dressing room.

In ten minutes, Ariana cleaned up and put on freshly laundered sweet pants and a T-shirt. She found Larry still out cold in his dressing room, his chest rising and falling gently.
"Lover boy still in dreamland?" she asked Kaylee. Paula went to find smelling salts.
"Yeah.." Kaylee answered, tenderly brushing the locks of Larry's dirty blond hair. It occurred to Ariana that Kaylee and Larry were intimates. Competition, Ariana told herself. There's always competition.
"Why don't you see what's keeping Paula," Ariana told Kaylee. "I'll watch over him."
Kaylee said Ariana wasn't so bad after all and dashed out of the room. Ariana yanked down Larry's trunks and fondled his erection. Still solid, God bless him! she thought, beginning to jerk him off. As his body approached climax, Larry's hips began to swivel and moans filled the room until he ejaculated.
Larry sat upright, gasping for air, groggy but conscious.
Ariana pulled his trunks back up and cleaned the cum from her hand with a nearby towel.
"Okay, Larry, next Friday..dinner, your treat!" After a kiss, she added "And I won't tell Kaylee."