Pearl was the only member of the Amazonia Boxing Club with a personal assistant. The assistant's name was Ruby, a diminutive, raven haired girl, who had been with Perl since her employer was a professional fighter. When Ruby was alone with Pearl, she addressed the fighter as "Mistress."
Ruby was in Pearl's corner, watching her take apart Jerry. A knockout was certain and Judy waited with anticipation.
A left-right combination put Jerry out on his feet. Ruby couldn't stop chuckling at the male boxer, his eyes wide and glassy, arms dangling. Pearl danced a few steps away from Jerry to inspect the damage.
Yes! she thought. The pussy muncher is ready to go!
Ruby winced at Pearl's hash right upper cut. Jerry went out cold, but remained standing for a few seconds. Jerry almost struck Pearl as he went to the canvas.
"What now, Mistress?" Ruby asked when Pearl returned to her corner as ordered by Emma the Ref.
"I'll give Jerry a few days to recover," Pearl said. "He's at the top of my list."
"Why?" asked Ruby, already gently toweling Pearl's back and shoulders. "Jerry is cute the way I like them.
"Ten! You're out!" shouted Emma the Ref, waving Pearl back to her. Raising the winner's right fist in the air was washed in cheers from the all female audience. "What a Man" by Salt-n-Pepa echoed through the gym while Desiree and Cathy lifted Jerry from the canvas and carried him to the recovery room.
Pearl watched happily.
Despite a string of ring victories, Pearl stopped boxing at age thirty-two. The explanation she gave was that her body was telling her to stop. That was untrue. Pearl had become bored with fighting other women. Some of them offered actual challenges, but Pearl admitted to craving mixed matches. Ruby put her on to the Amazonia, where Ruby was dating one of the members.
Quickly Pearl developed a reputation for destroying male challengers. Though she had sex with her victims after every defeat, Pearl was not very popular among the men. They felt they were categorized by Pearl by their capacity to fight and fuck.
The next Saturday night Pearl spent with Jerry. Pearl's fantastic body and relentless desire for orgasms left Jerry uninterested in how, actually, she felt about him.
He was deep in exhausted sleep at 8 a.m. when Ruby entered the bedroom to wake Pearl.
"Are you already up, Mistress?" asked Ruby, setting on the bedside table a plate of grapefruit halves.
"Yes!" Pearl turned and smiled at Ruby. "I was just reviewing how last night went."
Ignoring Jerry's soft snoring, Pearl dug into her breakfast with a spoon.
"And our guest?" Ruby inquired.
"When Jerry wakes up, cook him whatever he wants."
Ruby glanced at the young man, the same look of serenity on his face as he had sprawled in the boxing ring.
"Mistress?"
"Yes, Ruby?"
"Can I be...friends with Jerry...?"
A short laugh caused Pearl to spit some of the grapefruit pulp. "I can't see why not. The sex was great, so he'll make you very happy. But I plan on keeping him for the rest of the month or more."
Ruby's gaze was still fixed on Jerry. "Ruby, have you fallen in love?"
"No...Mistress..."
"Good!"
Pearl climbed from bed, slipping her arms into the sleeves of the white cotton bath robe her assistant held open. With total confidence, Pearl strode into the walk in closet to put on her work out cloths.
Ruby could be aggressive with men, but she waited until Pearl had gone to Denver to see her mother and sisters to move on Jerry. He had barely seen the personal assistant during the weekend fling. Ruby was friendly and made a perfect spinach omelette for Jerry, but stayed mostly out of sight. Jerry thought she was a helpful mouse.
Naked on his bed, Ruby was more beautiful to Jerry than any women he'd had at the Amazonia. The way her breasts rose like small, perfectly round hills from Ruby's chest aroused her new lover massively. He couldn't stop kissing and caressing them between orgasms.
"You can adore them as much as you want...next time!" promised Ruby as she collected her cloths from the bedroom floor.
"Yeah!' Jerry sighed. "Next time."
Ruby and Jerry continued fucking weeks after Pearl came home from Denver. The personal assistant was ready to do her job immediately, but Jerry seemed to vanish. Most of Pearl's phone calls to him went to voice mail and the response to text messages were vague: "Going out of town on business." and "Have to see my Dad at the senior home."
At the realization that Jerry had another bed partner, Pearl consulted her friends at the Amazonia to find out who.
"You're not in love with him, are you?!"
Ruby felt the anger and shock in Mistress's question, but she held to her truth.
"Yes, I am...Mistress...."
"You know there are a dozen men at the Amazonia alone who would be glad to have you?"
"But I love Jerry!" insisted Ruby. "I love how he makes me feel!"
"I love his cock, too! That's why I'm angry with you, Ruby!"
"I'm sorry, but I can't help how I feel."
"You're fired!"
Ruby was silent for a minute. "I never meant to hurt you, Mistress."
"Well, I intend to hurt you!"
A lot of men showed up for the Ruby and Pearl grudge match. They hoped Pearl would get decked. Jerry wasn't there.
"It's between those two," he explained to his friend Sam the day before the bout.
Pearl was surprised at how Ruby looked in her boxing gear, the first time she'd ever seen her this way. And Ruby was possessed in the ring by what she lacked outside: presence.
That's why Jerry wants to keep on fucking you, Pearl decided as punches exploded between them. We'll see how much you get laid in a hospital bed.
As the rounds rolled by, Pearl ramped up her efforts to physically hurt Ruby. The younger woman went down hard in round five, siting on her ass, dazed, wanting to get up as she listened to Emma the Ref call out numbers. The bell saved Ruby at "SEVEN."
Punches barraged Ruby after the next bell. A deliberately harsh right hook exploded on her jaw. Ruby stumbled, confused about where reality had gone to.
"Mistress...you...hurt..." Ruby mumbled and plummeted into the ropes.
Eyes already shut and limbs slack, Ruby tumbled downward. When the canvas halted her descent, Ruby sighed and her head rested on the middle rope.
"I shouldn't even bother," grumbled Emma the Ref at Pearl. "You're girl's spark out cold!"
"What!?"
Pearl snapped out the ecstasy of beating on Ruby.
"You knocked her out just like you did Jerry!" Emma the Ref answered and began the ten count over the fallen fighter.
Terror washed through the victor and worsened with each number of the count.
"Ten! You're out!" Emma the Ref was half way through raising Pearl's fist in victory, when the boxer broke from her grasp and threw herself next to Ruby.
"Ruby! Ruby! Can you hear me?! Wake up!"
Pearl resisted Emma's hand as it tried to pull her away from the unconscious woman. Voices, male and female, were telling Pearl to move away, but they were blotted out by Pearl's exclamations of love. Pearl was desperate until Desiree waved smelling salts under Ruby's nose and the sleeping fighter bolted upright.
"Uh...What....I...no..." Ruby mumbled.
Pearl reassured Ruby that everything was okay and helped carry the groggy young woman to the recovery room.
