The bedroom window was left open, letting in the chilly early morning air. Kim and Victor snuggled under the covers, keeping each other pleasantly warm.
Kim slept in his arms, giving Victor the chance to contemplate his new lover and their night together.
With nothing planned, Kim accepted Victor's invitation to dinner after they finished their workout at the Amazonia Boxing Club.
They clicked immediately.
Kim reminded Victor of the girls he fantasized about in high school: slender blondes, who still managed to have fleshy thighs and stand up tits. The nickname Kim earned at the Amazonia was "Snow Leopard" and Victor had watched her nurmerous times stalk opponents like her namesake until they were laid out.
But over dinner at Devon's, Kim was thoughtful and fun. It was clear that she didn't just like men physically.
"I think we ought to fight!" Kim whispered in his ear after she woke.
Victor shifted his body cautiously. "Here? Now?"
"No! At the Amazonia! Next Friday!"
Victor looked into that open face, mussed blonde hair tumbled around it. "Was something wrong last night?"
"No! You were great, everything was right!"
"Oh, great!" exclaimed Victor, hoping the discussion was over.
"Are you afraid, Victor? Afraid I'll knock you out in front of your buddies?"
"I've seen you fight, you're really gifted. But Kim, I....uh..."
"What?"
"I can knock you out."
Kim gently rubbed noses with Victor and kissed him.
"And you're worried about my reaction...that I'll cut you off?"
Before Victor could deny the obvious, Kim sprang from the bed and pulled on her clothes.
"It's a disappointment you don't have more faith in women."
Kim disappeared down the hall to the kitchen.
"Want some scrambled eggs?" she called out.
Female spectators cheered Kim entering the ring, clad in nuptial white trunks and gloves. "Ready for to get your ass kicked?" Kim purred as her eyes cut into Victor seductively.
"This might be a bad idea..." Victor began, but Kim turned decisively on her heel and strode to her corner, giving Victor a good legs and ass show.
At the bell, Kim stalked out.
Victor fought back. Almost every punch connected on Kim, but she barely reacted. When he saw Kim cock back her right, Victor blasted her solar plexus twice.
Agony twisted the girl fighter.
"Uhhh....Victor....wh...y...!?"
Icy panic went through the male boxer. His right fist flew out of his control, colliding with the point of Kim's chin.
The blonde amazon staggered, aware only that the pain was washed from her body. Like a roller coaster on a steep plunge, Kim went to the canvas, landing in darkness. Emma the Ref shoved Victor away and started the count.
Kim slumbered, red lips parted enough to reveal a small portion of a pink tongue.
"Seven!" Emma shouted.
The bell clanged mercifully and Kim's seconds dashed through the ropes and knelt beside the knocked out woman. They thumbed Kim's eyes.
"Congratulations Victor," Emma said. "You're the proud father of a complete knockout!"
Standing a few feet away, Victor could see the limp girl, nipples poking into her top, moved back to her corner.
Christ, thank you! he thought when Kim opened her eyes.
"I don't know what came over me!" implored Victor.
"Shut up!" Kim spat back, staring at Victor like a lioness smelling blood.
The left-right combination to Victor 's head was the first volley in a barrage that landed from all directions. Amid the flashes of white leather and glimpses of Kim's infernal eyes, the right punch connected. Sleep came down on Victor like a curtain and embraced him..
Coolness was Victor's first sensation when his eyes opened. Kim was holding an ice pack on the side of his face.
"Welcome back from Dreamland!"
Victor noticed a red bruise on her chin. He stared at it while they talked.
"How long was I out?"
"A few minutes or so...maybe more..."
Kim reached down the front of her lover's trunks and stroked his member.
"You owe me, boy!"
Victor could only grasp "Eye....eye...do...!"
"Yes, a dinner and a fuck and then more!"
Victor gasped a jumble of exclamations as Kim brought him to orgasm.
As Victor climaxed, Kim slugged him, putting out the lights.
"Sweet dreams, lover boy!" she whispered in his ear.
