Natasia

The first signal from Natasia came at a staff meeting. As a newly appointed department leader, Natasia  was about to make her first quarterly report and she was very eager to start.
"Ready when you are, Miss. Alvarez." stated the office manager. Seated beside him was Louis, who had just concluded his presentation.
"Right!" Natasia answered, standing before a small group of associates. From an excess of enthusiasm, she slammed her right fist into the open palm of her left hand. The loud "SMACK!" that filled the small meeting room sparked  a movie n Louis' imagination.
Now Natasia and Louis were alone, a strong erotic charge playing between them. Natasia was still in her business suit, but the white blouse was undone, revealing her cleavage and the edges of a black lace bra. Magically her black skirt was looser and shorter. Both she and Louis had their fists up.
"You gonna fight me, Louis?" taunted Natasia. "Come on, hit me!"
Fists collided with bodies. The fire in the female fighter's eyes never lessened no matter how many blows struck her until …"WHAP!"
Nastia fell to the floor unconscious.
Louis began the count. At "FIVE!" Natasia began to stir and just beat the count.
Up went her fists again. "Good shot, let's finish this!"
Natasia pasted Louis with a sharp upper cut. When he came to himself, Natasia was on one knee at his side.
"I loved that fight! I'm so horny from beating you up, Louis!"
She removed the blouse and bra, flinging them away. Natasia straddled Louis like a jockey. "Now show me what you're really good at!"
As Louis pulled down her black panties, she kissed him.
Applause snapped Louis back into reality.
"That was excellent, Miss Alvarez!"
The office manager and everyone else were impressed with Natasia, who gave them all a big smile.

Until that department meeting, Louis only felt standard male lust for Natasia. He wanted to fuck her the way he wanted to fuck all the good looking women at work. But the sight of Natasia using her clinched fist changed her. He had to have a fist fight with Natasia as a prelude to sex.
Everyone knew Natasia was unmarried, but Louis wanted to know if she was unattached or unattached enough. While they discussed issues regarding their departments, Louis searched her desk for pictures of a man or children. There was only a framed photograph of a white haired woman, with features that resembled Natasia's.
He listened around corners and at nearby lunchroom tables to Natasia talking with female co workers. Often they traded stories about the men in their lives, with Natasia stating she was holding auditions for "the right man."
She fucks around! Louis thought Thank you, God!

A few days later Louis asked Natasia out. She suggested an outdoor restaurant near where she lived.  In an effort to get some personal history on his date, Louis asked bout the picture on Natasia's desk.
"That was Grandmother Alvarez," she explained. "She was the only family I had."
She lived alone, but had been engaged.
"I think I chased him away," she confessed. "I play rough with men."
"All the time?" asked Louis.
Natasia shook her head happily.
"All the time."

"I want to get naked for this fight!" Natasia told Louis.
By that point in the evening, Louis was so relieved to hear Natasia agree to fist fight, "just to see
how good you are," that she could have dressed like a nun. Natasia did strip down to a black bra and matching skimpy gym shorts.
The first punch Natasia got in startled Louis, but he blinked it away and hit back. Natasia absorbed everything threw with a grunt or a "That hurt!" hoping that it would arouse her opponent more.
"Hitting women is fun for you!"  she said as blows flew back and forth. "So fucking great to put me in my place!"
Natasia socked Louis across the empty living room. "Fucking all those women at the office and now I'm fucking you! And I think you like it!"
Louis was numb from repeated body shots. The words fired at him were meaningless. Pain exploded in his jaw and Louis toppled in heap on the couch. Natasia mounted the lifeless male and kissed him. "You're gonna be such a monster fuck!" she shouted in Louis' face and deliberately punched her co-worker in the right eye. A short "awwwwh" emitted from Louis, but he continued to slumber.

"That's what you get for hitting girls!"
Natasia's voice chided Louis through the lifting blackness. "Keep the ice on your eye."
She had moved Louis to her bedroom. "How are you feeling, Louis?"
"Awful...."
"That's normal. I beat you senseless." Natasia explained, carefully lifting the bulky ice pack from Louis' aching face. "Yes! It's already purple!"
She lovingly slipped a pillow under his head.
"I'm going to tell everyone at the office how you got that black eye! How I own you!"
Natasia  lay down next to Louis. "Boxing women isn't your thing. When you feel better you can show me what you're really good at!"