Kiki Goes Crazy

One May afternoon at the Amazonia Boxing Club, Kiki was in the ring with Kevin, who she challenged impulsively to a match.
"You can kiss them," she offered between punches, fully aware of why Kevin gave in to her come on.
The sudden possibility of feeling Kiki up so surprised Kevin that his arms dropped away from his face.
"Yeah?!"
"As soon as you wake up!" answered  Kiki.
BAP!
For a few seconds, Kevin thought Kiki had used a baseball bat on his chin instead of her fist. Pain vanished and Kevin stared blankly at Kiki's firm thighs and then he was asleep.

It was a sexual pleasure for Kiki to knockout men like Kevin. Basically nice guys who were horny beyond description. They looked especially cute to Kiki when they were out cold on the canvas as Kevin was, slumbering through Emma the Ref's ten count.
She'd give him some, one night next week after he'd recovered. Kevin had been a gentleman in the ring and Kiki believed that virtue should be rewarded.

Kiki was true to her word. She purposefully ran into Kevin at the Amazonia the following Wednesday. He was uninjured except for the bruise where she punched his ticket for the Dreamland Express.
Sounding flirtatious, Kiki apologized for the sucker punch. Kevin said he'd let it go, being deceived that way by a woman was a turn on for him. Their talk over dinner at Zappatelli's confirmed her estimate of Kevin - intelligent, but a little shy, and pretty articulate when stimulated. And honest.
He had heard the chatter in the men's locker room that Kiki did mixed fighting sessions along with her acting career. The session work, she told him, involved sex with the clients.
"So...I've...been with a lot of men..." she added, hesitantly.
Kevin smiled. "I haven't been with any!"
The pair broke out laughing.

Between orgasms, Kiki put on boxing gloves and brought Kevin off. When she saw how much he enjoyed it, Kiki said, "You're a dirty boy. Kevin! And every Dirty Boy needs a Bad Girl!"
On the morning of their first night together, Kiki wondered if she was falling for Kevin. All she could do was think about her new lover. Day dreaming about Kevin made her flub lines during filming and at rehearsals.
"What's his name this time?" a female cast member on a movie shoot yelled out. Startled, Kiki blurted "Kevin!", causing everyone on set to laugh out loud.
While driving home from the gym, Kiki reached her hand down the front of her shorts at a long red light. She masturbated to the memory of Kevin fucking her. As the light went from red to green, Kiki had a powerful orgasm behind the wheel. Kiki felt sure she was going crazy when she recalled the look on the faces of the mother and young daughter in the car beside her.

A few days later Kiki was with a client at her sessions studio, a converted Curvies Exercise Center on Route 46. Things were going as they agreed to - a few rounds of mixed boxing, followed by sack time with Kiki. Seeing the client's erection pushing on the front of his boxing trunks as they fought reminded Kiki of Kevin in the same condition the night before. There was an explosion.
Kiki slept peacefully on the canvas for five minutes.
She woke to smelling salts being waved under her nose.
"I didn't think the punch would be that hard!" the client implored. "I'm so sorry!"
Kiki jumped to her feet and violently pulled her client to the room where she kept the queen-sized bed.
As she watched the exhausted but thoroughly satisfied gentleman drive away, Kiki knew what she had to do.

Kiki began going with other men that Kevin knew from the Amazonia after she ended things with him. She made sure people saw her with those men, churning anger and jealousy in the her former lover. When Kiki ordered him to "Get over it!" the emotional flood gate burst and Kevin challenged Kiki to a match.
"You sure?" she cautioned. "I'll be fighting for my freedom, so I will fuck you up!"
Kevin's angry grunt made Kiki very happy.

Kevin went down twice in three rounds. Kiki made fun of him each time as he got to his feet. She could have knocked him out cold in round one., but she restrained the impulse.
By the sixth, Kevin was enraged at the woman he'd made love with a few weeks ago. Time to teach a lesson! he decided.
Being a gentleman, Kevin went to work on Kiki's body before delivering the headshots. Kiki yielded to the force of the punches until a combination to her chin slowed down reality. The knockout was creeping up on her. He's going to do it! Yes! she thought joyfully.
"You're...gonna...make...me..." she mumbled.
WHAP!
Kiki's body was numb and darkness was creeping around her, making her relax.
"Come on.. Kev...put...me..."
WHACK!
Blackness washed away any pain Kiki still endured. Finally! was her last thought.

Kiki and Kevin got back together so quickly after the fight that it took her a few days to notice the feelings of craziness were gone.