The Love Match

 

There was movement in the back of the apartment, like window being opened. Then Atomic Girl stood before Max Monroe, one clinched fist on her curvy hip, the other clutching a gym bag over her shoulder.

Max stood up from the couch, staring blankly at the home invader.

"I missed you so much!" Atomic Girl chirped.

Max, a professional thief and counterfeiter, said nothing, unsure if it were better to run or confront the female crime fighter. Then he thought practically.

"Do you have a warrant, Atomic Girl?"

"I don't need a warrant for what I'm going to do!"

Max considered the possibilities. Previous experience taught Max that nothing was certain with Atomic Girl. "And what's that?"

Flinging her bag on the carpet between them, Atomic Girl explained," Beat you up a little and knock you out!"

"Why?"

"Because I get aroused by hitting men!" Atomic Girl flashed her bedroom eyes. "Before I...well, you know, Max!"

"Now you're getting a little crazy here!" stammered Max, looking for the escape route.

"Crazy?" the crime fighter asked. "I'm just horny. Women get horny, too, Max. I missed you!"

Atomic Girl wore a tight, black leotard and matching fish net stockings. She knew men like Max got stoked by that look.

"Yeah, Atomic Girl, I know that..."

"Bet you do!" Atomic Girl answered in a casual, sing-song voice as she unzipped the bag and removed a pair of red boxing gloves.

"Were you expecting a fight?" asked Max when Atomic Girl drew closer to him.

"Not exactly." Atomic Girl observed the gloves critically. "But if I KO you after a good fight, I won't complain!"

Seeing the big breasted super herione seductively pull on her boxing gloves made Max's heart race.

"Okay Max, I can see you want to do me right here!" Atomic Girl raised her fists. "But it would be soooo much better for me if I worked you over first! And probably for you, also!"

Atomic Girl banged her gloves together. Max only stared at the smooth flesh of her breasts.

"Oh silly Max!!"

Atomic Girl pulled her victim into a long kiss. "Now I gave you that not just because I love you. I want you to have something nice dream about, because this is going to hurt!"

BAM!!

 

 

If he were honest with himself (and conscious), Max would admit he was in love with Atomic Girl. Or at least in love with having sex with her, which was the same thing for Max Monroe.

Two months earlier, Max participated in a heist with members of The Sisterhood of Evil, an all female crime syndicate. The job was foiled by Atomic Girl, who zeroed in on Max. She beat him senseless.

Max awoke in Atomic Girl's bedroom. Atomic Girl stood naked beside him.

"See Max, I always knockout bad boys, but sometimes I like to keep them around awhile."

There was no problem seducing Max that night. Atomic Girl felt hurt when she woke and saw he was gone.

When he came to, Max was sprawled on his own bed. Atomic Girl lay beside him. Both were naked. She gave Max an affectionate kiss. "How you feeling, Max?"

"My head hurts...."

"It should, that's where I punched you, silly!"

Looking down, Max saw Atomic Girl's hand stroking his growing penis.

The next morning, Max brought breakfast in bed to Atomic Girl.

"Max, honey, this is so sweet!"

Atomic Girl sat up and kissed her lover, who settled the tray and then himself next to her.

"Last night was even better than our previous hook up." Atomic Girl purred in Max's ear. "I really love you!"

"Oh yeah?" Max said, pilfering a slice of her toast.

"Do you love me?"

"Of course!"

"Then you'd join me in fighting evil doers with Justice Force?!"

"Are you serious?"

"Yes! Be a good guy. Help us defeat super villains and master criminals."

"Ah...I'm...a master criminal."

Atomic Girl chuckled out loud. "No, you're not. You're a burglar!"

"And a wanted counterfeiter!"

"Okay," she conceded. "But you're better off with me!"

A thought suddenly struck Max. "You know, Atomic Girl, you are right! I will join Justice Force! I'll be right back."
Max darted into the kitchen and returned with two glasses of champagne. "Let's drink to our new future."
They clinked glasses and Max declared "I'll do it for love!" as Atomic Girl emptied her glass.

"That's strong bubbly..."

"Perrier-Jouët 2009." Max stated.

"I love you Max Monroe!"

"Really?"

"Ree...leee..."

Atomic Girl went light headed and her vision was blurry.

"Ree...leee..."she repeated and then giggled. "I liked...beating.. you up! Fuck you all...night...!"

Max caught Atomic Girl as she sagged forward. After leaving her on the bed, he dressed and then dressed the slumbering Atomic Girl.  

Atomic Girl woke five hours later in a motel room on Route 3. By the time she reached Max's apartment, it had been cleaned out.


Atomic Girl might not know where Max had vanished to, but she knew where he worked out
"You're an asshole!" she said, confronting him in the parking lot of the Amazonia Boxing Club.
"I see you enjoyed my sparkling wine from the vineyards of Micky Finn," Max responded, smugly.
"We're going to settle this in the ring!"
"Whenever you're ready."
"Knockouts only!" Atomic Girl suddenly felt excited.
"Sweet dreams, honey!"
"And if I win, you belong to me, Max!"
He pondered surrendering his freedom to one woman. "Agreed. What if I knock you out?"
"Not happening!" Atomic Girl turned away. "You might as well propose to me now!"

They touched gloves amid the cheers and shouts of the all female audience gathered at ringside.
"I'm sorry I have to beat you up, Max," Atomic Girl confessed, going on the offense. "You do look cute when you're out cold!"
"So do you!"
The punches were unleashed at once, Atomic Girl concentrating on the body, while Max responded enough times to keep her engaged. The problem for Max was finding Atomic Girl's vulnerabilities. She had never been defeated in combat, but he knew Atomic Girl was stupid in love with him.
By the third round, Max discovered that Atomic Girl had an exaggerated conception of "love taps." The battering was taking its toll on the male fighter.
"Hey, Max, would it be right for me to wear pure white to our wedding?" asked Atomic Girl, hammering her lover's chin with rapid punches.
There was silence and Max heard Emma the Ref call out "FIVE!" He gained his feet by "NINE!"
"You want to go on, Max?" Emma asked him. "Because I think this match ends with you unconscious and monogamous."
"I can do this!"
"Okay!" Emma stepped away from the fighters. "Box!"

They collided again. Atomic Girl was certain Max was on the run, a little more force behind the next KO punch and she would have her man.
Max was determined to win, because every good girl crime fighter deserved an all expenses paid tour of Dreamland.
A sharp upper cut landed flush on Atomic Girl's chin. Falling backward in a daze, Atomic Girl left her belly exposed. Max hit her twice just above her navel. Agony drove all the air from the super heroine. After a third punch, Atomic Girl dropped into the ropes. Max wished her "Good night!" and uncorked a second, punishing upper cut.
Atomic Girl wondered why it was getting dark all of a sudden.
Relentless waves of "Boo!" and "Asshole!" engulfed the ring when Atomic Girl went to the canvas, clearly out cold.
"Neutral corner, Max! Now!" Emma shouted. The count was swift and Emma raised Max's hand in the air while waving in the two stretcher carriers, Janie and Carmela.
Max watched wide eyed as Atomic Girl's limp body was carried out of the ring.
"She's beautiful!" he stammered to himself.
The crowd followed Atomic Girl to the recovery room, leaving Max standing alone in his corner.