An Appointment With the Canvas

Kiki, big breasted and curvy, was used to not always being the body type some clients wanted. Alex craved amazons. Kiki put him in touch with Michelle, who possessed defined biceps and well developed thighs. She and Alex discussed their session over breakfast at a diner a few blocks from the Amazonia Boxing Club.
Michelle was a dancer before moving to session work with both men and women. Unlike her friend Kiki, who saw "one on ones" as a lucrative supplement to her acting career, Michelle had found her vocation.
Beating up people, especially men, gave Michelle a taste of control that she only felt vaguely working at strip clubs. As Alex described what he wanted from their session, Michelle saw that he was in great shape and was aroused by her presence. This was confirmation of a truth she learned as a dancer: The key to control was not knowing who someone was, but what they wanted.
Michelle had no objections to Alex's requirements and concluded the arrangements quickly. Their hands touched intimately as Alex pushed an envelope of 20s and 50s across the table.

"How do you want to start? Punch out or sleeper?"
Alex stood looking into Michelle's brown eyes, entranced. He had fought mixed matches at the Amazonia and slept with many of his opponents, but he was never this excited.
"Punch out!" he blurted.
"Good! Glove up, you have an appointment with the canvas!"
It was late on a Saturday afternoon and the couple were in the ring of the former Curvies fitness center on Route 46, that Kiki used for session work. Kiki was letting her borrow the facility.
"You know I'm knocking you out, why are you trying?" taunted Michelle as the encounter started.  "You're gonna see darkness in a minute!"
They exchanged close blows. It was clear Alex was a good fighter, he connected  a string of strong punches that Michelle absorbed, while watching him like a lover anticipating an orgasm from her beloved.
"Lights out, sexy!"
Michelle hammered home a sharp upper cut, putting Alex on the canvas. She gave him a ten count, although he couldn't hear it. A sensation of strength filled Michelle.
He's definitely going to cum when he wakes up, thought Michelle.
Alex did after he woke five minutes later. Michelle helped him sit up. Even though Alex was groggy from being knocked out and coitus, Michelle saw fresh arousal in his eyes.

Alex changed into black sweat pants and a white T-shirt. Michelle wore  a one piece bathing suit, which displayed her ample cleavage.
"I might put you under, Michelle." Alex suggested.
Michelle let out a giggle and moved out of her corner. Aggression? I must really be stoking his fire, she concluded.
"Who, me? Out cold in your arms? You can dream about it  when my tits become your pillows!"
The image stabbed Alex.
Rolling together, struggling for domination, Michelle enjoyed how Alex felt up her thighs, ass and breasts whenever he had a chance.
"Okay, Alex..."
"What?! Why....Offff!"
Michelle seamlessly slipped Alex's embrace and swung behind him, arms wrapping around his throat.
Alex automatically jostled, pulling at her biceps. Michelle waited five seconds and constricted the hold.
"Time to be KOed, Honey Stick!" Michelle whispered coyly in her victim's ear. "Seeing stars?"
A soft grunt signaled Alex was still conscious. His hands were resting on Michelle's naked thighs. Her fading voice was promising Alex so much when he came back. Alex slid down a black hole.

Stars were still spinning before his eyes when Alex emerged from the sleeper hold knock out. He saw Michelle standing over him. "How was that?"
Alex muttered "Great....!"
A twenty-something Asian girl in boxing gear walked into Alex's vision, rhythmically banging  her gloves together.
"This is Lin, Alex." Michelle said. "She's in love with you."
Alex was unable to speak.
Lin was smaller than Michelle, but just as athletic. And pretty.
"I'm really in love with you, Alex. Understand?"
Lin gave Alex a long kiss. "Since the moment I saw you out like a light in Michelle's arms!"
Michelle broke in. "But we have a problem."
"How?" Alex stammered.
"I'm in love with you, too."
"You...."
"More than Lin! So she and I are going to fight for you. The winner gets to keep you for herself!"
Lin smiled invitingly at Alex.

Michelle's punches hit in a slow rhythm now. Lin was basically out on her feet, barely aware how her head was being jerked by Michelle's gloved fists.
They were mid way through round three. Michelle went to work on the smaller woman in the second, punishing Lin's body. Now Michelle was about to make this the last round.
A single upper cut froze Lin in her tracks, a few feet from Alex, who watched the match from outside the ropes.
"Ready for sleep?"
Michelle tilted her rival's head to the best position to launch her to Dreamland.
The second upper cut lifted Lin a few inches in the air. Lights shone briefly in her head, then her sore body was soothed by darkness.
Alex jumped eagerly through the ropes to watch Michelle count Lin out. There was no movement from the defeated boxer but the sporadic twitching of her arms the and the gentle rise and fall of her chest.
"You're out!" Michelle declared and removed her gloves to check Lin's eyes. They were completely rolled up. "Yep, she's out cold!" Michelle threw a lurid grin at Alex.
"You're in love with Sleeping Beauty!?"
Distracted by the presence of the unconscious woman, Alex shook his head. Lin was beautiful!
"You fucking loved that! Two women beating each other up over you and the stronger one sends Sleeping Beauty to La La Land!"
Michelle caressed Lin's exposed inner thighs, her hand slipping under Linn's gym shorts. "She's so vulnerable!"
Alex reached down to touch Lin's face.
"Let's take her back to your place!" blurted Michelle, gleefully. Alex snapped back his hand. "I'll drive your car! Grab her legs, Alex!"
The slumbering girl's limbs yielded to their hands as she was carried out of the ring to the back door.

The ride took fifteen minutes. Michelle was up front, while Alex tenderly cradled the out cold Lin in his arms.
Some guys will surprise you, Michelle observed, checking the rear view mirror reflection of the back seat. He hasn't even taken the slightest advantage. Michelle kept a steady watch on Alex, but she knew he'd do nothing, even if he were alone. This is how he wants it.

They settled Lin on Alex's bed. As if on cue, she slowly came out of the knock out. eventually, she was able to sit up.
"Wow, Michelle, you got me good! You're the better woman. I don't remember anything!"
Lin smiled at Alex. "I don't think we have to fight over you. Right?"
"Yeah!"
"I can learn to share you. Is that okay, Michelle?"
"Not a problem."
Alex and Michelle helped Lin get undressed.

The two women left Alex's house at eight a.m. He was still fast asleep, exhausted from their three way, so Michelle and Lin wedged their business cards in the bathroom mirror.
They were silent on the taxi cab ride back to Curvies, where their cars sat overnight. Both were satisfied with how things had gone with Alex. Lin was beginning to like this work - getting laid a lot, making great money, and, she admitted only to herself, the excitement she felt at being the loser.
"You did great, Lin," said Michelle when they got to cars. "You took that knock out like a pro!"
Michelle handed the younger woman a small bundle of fifty dollar bills.
"I enjoyed Alex a lot," Lin stated.
They fell into a long, passionate kiss.
"Are you sure I can't see until Thursday?" asked Lin.
"You know...busy, busy, busy!"
Lin gave Michelle a teasing frown. "Okay, see you then."

Ursula

 

Looking for the right man brought Ursula to, among other places, the Amazonia Boxing Club. The search started after she became captain of the women's boxing team at Blake Mitchell University, where Ursula earned an education degree. It wasn't that Ursula was on a desperate husband hunt, that would be one of the results of finding "the right man."
Skilled in the ring and the bedroom, Ursula preferred male opponents in both areas. The search only yielded a bunch of flings and the three long term boyfriends, who had the potential she hoped to cultivate.

The twenty-three year old Ursula, into her second year as a kindergarten teacher, realized the search wasn't going to be over soon. Leaned back on the ropes of a ring at the Amazonia, Ursula caught her breath  as she looked down at Connor, who lay out cold from a merciless right hook.
Despite all his positive qualities, Connor wasn't "right" either. Another dead end, Ursula told herself. She wanted to tell Connor it was over when he came around, but then she smiled at the bulge growing in the front of his trunks.
It can wait till the morning, thought Ursula as she retrieved the smelling salts.

"She is definitely a  cross between Venus and an Amazon," Ryan said to James, one of his friends at the Amazonia. They were both watching Ursula work out on a heavy bag. James nodded in agreement. "I forget, Ryan, are you an ass or tits man?"
"Tits."
"Well, she's gifted there."
James had encountered Ursula previously and got laid out in round five, making him warier of her than Ryan was. "You gonna try and get with her?"
"After I knock her out!" Ryan declared, getting up from the bench he'd been sitting on.
"Good hunting," James called out to him as Ryan strode toward Ursula.
"Hey, Ursula, how goes it?"
"Not bad. You?"
Ursula went on hitting the bag.
"Good. You want to fight?"
"With you?"
"And no one else."
Ursula stepped away from the heavy bag to inspect Ryan.
"Sure." she said after some consideration. "I have two rules."
"Oh yeah?" asked Ryan, staring at Ursula's chest for fifth time in two minutes.
"I fight to KOs only,"
"Fine."
"And if I knock you out...and I will...you have to go down on me when you recover."
"Great!" Ryan complied, smiling. "What if I put you out?"
"If that happens..." Ursula smiled dismissively. "You and I have a date."

"See anything you like, Ryan?"
Ryan struggled fiercely to keep his cool at seeing Ursula standing in her corner, naked except for her black boxing gloves.
"I wanted you to have something nice to dream about while you're out for the count at my feet!" she chirped. "Get a good look!"
Ryan drank in Ursula's naked body thoroughly before he spoke. "I heard that woman who boxes naked is up to no good."
"That's exactly what I'm up to!" Ursula declared, happily raising her fists.
The couple battled immediately. For a horny male at close quarters with a naked woman, who possessed just the kind of breasts he liked, Ryan did very well. He took the KO punch in round three.
When he woke, he saw Ursula rested on the ropes a few feet away.
"You all right, sweetie?" she flirted. "Cause you're going to be busy!"
She let her right glove drift to her upper thigh, directing Ryan to her pussy.
When he was able to stand, Ryan moved quickly, falling to hi knees at Ursula's feet. As his tongue probed for her clit, Ursula's upper body pressed into the ropes as the first wave of pleasure consumed her.
Pressing her gloves on the back of Ryan's head, Ursula forced his face deeper into her thighs. She verbally encouraged Ryan's efforts, which gave her orgasm after orgasm. Unsteady on her feet when she ordered Ryan to stand up, Ursula aimed her right glove at his chin.
"Thought you were going to get laid?!" Ursula taunted her unconscious lover. "Maybe sometime! Sleep tight!"

The rematch that Ryan demanded was over quickly. Clothed in trunks and a sports bra this time, Ursula bounded at Ryan when the bell clanged. For a minute, she pounded on her opponent and knocked him out cold. With little effort, she flipped Ryan over her shoulder like the goddess Diana returning from the hunt and took him home.

"You're so close, Ryan! You know that?"
Ryan dreamily kissed Ursula's smooth belly as he gently felt her breasts. "Close to what?"
"To me."
"I can't think how we could get closer."
Ryan was spent from their all night love making and only wanted to rest against Ursula's warm body.
"Could I see your driver's license, Ryan?"
"Why?"
Ryan reached down to his jeans beside the bed, took out his wallet and handed Ursula the small, laminated card. She glanced at it quickly.
"Not far away."
Ryan never saw Ursula's fist as it hooked upward to his chin. The lights went out and he flopped on the mattress. Ryan woke in his own bed, pissed off at Ursula and his weak chin.

                                  

They both felt a rush at the clang of the automatic bell.
Ryan was even angrier now, a month since spending the night with Ursula. Ursula had ignored him at the Amazonia and never responded to his text messages, until Ryan asked for a second rematch. With deep satisfaction, Ursula had watched Ryan climb into the ring.
"What was that cheap shot in your bed about?" Ryan asked. The pair were already assaulting each other. Ursula was excited by the force behind Ryan's punches.
"Cheap shot? That was a love tap! Can't you tell the difference?"
Ryan answered with a combination to her midsection.
"And you couldn't answer  simple text?"
"I was busy. I met a new guy named James!"
A hard jab popped Ryan's head back painfully. He pressed forward, firing back at Ursula.
"I hope you don't mind me getting with your buddy? I fought him before, so I thought I'd give him a test drive."
Three punches exploded on Ryan, two in his belly and the last on his jaw. His vision spun.
No!, Ryan told himself and launched a right to Ursula's head.
The blond amazon saw flashing lights. The canvas fell out from under her feet and Ursula bounced  off the ropes as she collapsed. Her entire body relaxed, leaving her weak as a kitten.
"I knew...it..." she murmured as Ryan sat her up in his arms. "I knew you were that kind..."
Eyes fluttering, Ursula's head lolled onto Ryan's arms and she was out.