The following is Chapter 9...the latest rendition of my "Harper's Awakening" series. Its entitled..."The Prize Fight - Welcome to the Jungle"
This is part 1...part 2 will follow in a day or so....
This is a slight departure for me...but I hope my same bizarre writing style still shines through. It gave me a chance to write about two things I am passionate about....first...that mysterious force within all of us that drives us to be the best...and second...to write a bit about the city I call home...New York...
I want to thank all those who have supported my desire to write this series...and who continue to encourage me to be the best writer I can be and have a lot of fun doing it.
As always...any and all comments are welcomed and encouraged....I want to hear your cheers or jeers....its how I get better and develop ideas in this sick twisted little mind of mine.
So without further adieu...here is Chapter 9 of the Harper's Awakening series..."The Prize Fight"..."Welcome to the Jungle, Part 1"...
xoxoxo
Chelley "Harper's Awakening" “The Prize Fight”
“Part 1 – Welcome to the Jungle”
By
MichelleTime: After Midnight…an April Evening 2015
Place: Manhattan…New York City…Undisclosed Parking Lot under the George Washington Bridge
A Quiet Parking Lot Under the StarsIt was just…the two of them…and a few hundred "friends"...
It was merely a question of who would be the predator…and who would be the prey...as the bright overhead lights suddenly flashed on...illuminating what was to be a very special erotic arena...
The first girl that caught my eye was tall…lean…she looked to me to be in her early to mid-thirties…about my height (5’ 9”) and weight (142). She was dressed in tight Wrangler jeans and a denim shirt…her long dark chocolate brown hair flowed down over her broad shoulders. I watched as the two girls initially exchanged verbal insults and then hard shoves to the chest and then I watched even more intently as they both stepped back and began literally UNDRESSING! A large raucous crowd had surrounded a grassy area where they were standing. Several temporary light plants had been set up under the bridge and focused on the grassy area…lighting it up as if it were midday. The second girl was about the same height as the first…blonde…and was doing most of the yelling and yapping and had actually started the shoving (typical fucking blonde). She had on a tight red silk blouse and almost painted on True Religion jeans that seemed to stick to her long legs and small waist like a second skin. Each girl could easily have passed for a model...flawless facial features and toned...fit bodies...
The two women walked to the center of the open area and slowly began removing their shirts…and my jaw just DROPPED!!
The tall lithesome brunette slowly began taking off her denim shirt…so slowly in fact it was almost as if she was performing a "special" form of a striptease...one that was beyond normally seductive. The blonde…not to be out done…followed suit…
The brunette slowly began to unbutton her denim shirt …starting with the cuffs…and then reaching up with both hands to the upper front button as she worked her hands down…pulling the shirt open with each button she unfastened. The blonde was not to be out done as she began unbuttoning her red blouse…her ample cleavage slowly became visible to all who wanted to see…and a lot damn sure DID…if all the hooting and whistling were deemed to be a good judge…and in this venue it most certainly was. Both girls at this point seemed to be really working the crowd and they both managed to get their share of catcalls and whistles. I watched as the brunette unbuttoned her shirt and it was obvious that this disrobing was a serious competition between her and her opponent for the benefit of those watching. Each girl also seemed to be performing a personal strip tease FOR THE OTHER as they exposed more and more of first...their ample seductive cleavage...and then their full firm breasts…as they opened their shirts up for all to see.
The brunette finished unbuttoning her shirt and slowly pulled it down over her shoulders. Underneath that...she was wearing a white sleeveless tee shirt that revealed some very toned sinewy arm and shoulder muscles that could only have come from a lot of hard work and training. Her stomach was obviously tight and flat as the tight tee shirt seemed to hug it like a second skin. She reached down and grasped the bottom of the tee shirt and slowly pulled it up over her chest…revealing her well developed abs...then her firm pert beautifully formed breasts came into view as she pulled the tee shirt up over her chest...then up over her neck and face. As she slid it up her head…it pulled her long dark brown pony tail up with it…the tee shirt finally popping up off the top of her head as her long ponytail dropping back down to her bare back…flaying along the sensual contours of her spine.
Her features were rather striking and as I said... she could have easily passed for a model…with her large dark twinkling eyes and almost show-stopping smile…but when she raised her arms up in a boxer's stance and curled her hands into tight fists…it left little doubt in anyone’s mind that she had a pretty good idea what she was doing when she raised those hard menacing looking knuckles up in front of her chest...her legs spread about shoulder width...her small hard biceps forming up as her arms bent ...bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet...the corners of her sexy mouth turned up in a wry smile…as it was obvious she was delighting in the opportunity to face the blonde this way. The look of determination on her face told me all I needed to know!
The blonde girl finished removing her red silk blouse…revealing a pink sports bra underneath. She reached down and grasped the bottom of the bra and began pulling it up over her chest…her own full…almost sculpted looking upturned breasts popping out from underneath it. Her perfectly rounded…shapely tits heaving…her small pinkish-brown nipples almost erupting from the center of her white orbs…now fully erect in the cool night air. As she raised her arms up in front of her chest and cocked them at the elbows…curling her fingers into her palms tightly…her fists forming…you could see her small...hard...well-developed biceps flex up. The lean toned nature of her upper arms and forearms showed she was a girl who was also in great condition and probably had a pretty good idea what she was doing too as she set her self in her fighting stance...
As the two girls began moving towards each other... squaring off and bringing their hard…boney fists up between them…I have to say at that exact moment I was so beyond fucking AROUSED it was beyond my belief! I could HEAR my heart pounding against my chest in the almost scary silence of the night air. I could FEEL my heart without hearing its pounding beats…my breathing becoming more shallow and rapid…the moisture between my thighs spreading along the soft skin. The pulsating sensations deep in my loins were beginning to take me over in ways I had not felt in a long time. I just couldn’t believe at first how this scene was affecting me…although to be honest…I should have…knowing how I am and how I feel deep inside.
All I knew was I was not going move...I was most definitely going to watch…
And I wasn’t alone…maybe a hundred and fifty to two hundred people were watching with me too…Then it began…The two girls both crouched slightly as they began circling each other for a few moments...rolling their tightly clenched fists in front of their bare chests…both beginning the fight somewhat cautiously…keeping about an arms-length distance between themselves…at times feinting with their extended left arm…then trying tentative light jabs…the circle growing smaller as both tried to connect with a left jab to the other’s face! Neither seemed to get too impatient…both stayed calm and deliberate until the blonde became the first real aggressor and stepped in and tried an overhand right! The brunette blocked it with her right arm and then twisted her body and hit the blonde with a short left uppercut in her now sweat coated lower abs…!
”GUHH!”The blonde grunting out as you could hear the impact of the bare fist against her flexed abdominal muscles…my eyes fixated as I watched the brunette’s knuckles hit her tummy...doubling the blonde over...her face contorting as the pain spread through her midsection…my heart skipping a beat as I almost felt the blow myself!
The brunette then grazed the soft skin of the blondes right cheek with a quick left jab…her right arm snapping out in a white blur…barely missing its intended target as the blonde had the presence of mind to jerk her head to the side and slip the punch…her eyes widening! The brunette stayed on the stunned blonde and drove a brutal right hook into her body just below her tits…her knuckles hitting the taut skin with a loud SMACK!
The blonde grunted out loudly…clutching at her abs…folding over the brunette’s arm and finally dropping to both knees HARD in front of her...then falling forward to all fours…coughing and wheezing as her head hung down between her arms!
”OOOWW!!””OOMMPPF!”The brunette suffered for her efforts though as at the same time she was pounding the blonde’s body...she took a stiff left jab to her right eye…snapping her head back at the neck and sending shockwaves of pain throughout her head…
”UNNGGHH!”…her long dark pony tail lifting up off her back…her eyes seeing brief flashes and star bursts!
She shoved her left leg back and planted her left foot in an effort to balance her self and stay upright…grunting out!
The brunette righted herself and then backed up a few steps…shaking her head from side to side as she blinked back the sharp pain that throbbed and pulsated around her right eye…her breathing came in short…rapid gasps…her heaving breasts rising and falling. The swelling under the brunette’s right eye was immediate and apparent as the puffiness began to push up from under her eye!
Just that quickly after the fight had begun…the brunette had the first knockdown!
I looked around me in the crowd and I noticed money was exchanging hands right and left! Samantha explained to me that people would bet on many things about these fights...not just who would be the ultimate winner. One example was...there were odds made and bets taken on which girl would score the first knock down. Others placed bets on who would draw first blood...the list...it seemed... was almost endless.
The blonde shook her head a few more times from side to side…finally shoving herself up to her knees…and then slowly uncoiling her legs up under her as she slowly got to her feet…her legs wobbly…her face grimacing…her facial features red…flushed…and contorted. She brought her arms up…clenching her fists as she moved out unsteadily towards the brunette. Both girls cocked their arms at the elbows…positioning their tight fists back up in front of their now glistening…perspiration-streaked chests…their knuckles facing each other. Each taking a deep breath…then both begin to side step and resume they’re circling of each other…their stalking of one another…their faces showing the growing determination inside of each girl…
The crowd was growing louder…more raucous…each camp with the more vocal members making his or her preference known…their excitement growing as the fight went on…cheers erupting as as one girl was able to hurt the other. The ebb and flow of the fight could almost be judged without seeing it…by the back and forth of the vocal support from the supporters of each girl.
Each girl kept her arms up in front of her as she resumed her circling…her fists clenched so tight…the knuckles beginning to turn white as fingers curled tightly into soft palms and began to cut off blood flow. The girls rolled their hard fists in front of heaving tits…their arms at times suddenly extending out straight as each would feint a jab at the other’s face! The brunette seemed to be more adept…much more smooth in her movements as she repeatedly feinted with her left… pawing out with her hard left knuckles…the blonde seemingly confused and fearful each time the brunette shot her jab out! The brunette seemed to delight in snapping her left off from her shoulder and stopping it short of the blonde’s face...doing that over and over as she moved so gracefully on the balls of her feet…stepping in and out…bobbing and weaving...sticking and moving! The blonde grimaced and jerked her head back each time…her face contorting as the corners of the brunette’s mouth would turn up in a wry smile each time she saw the blonde flinch.
The blonde seemed to be put on such a defensive my the brunette’s movements and aggressiveness…she forgot any offensive fight plan she might have had…and for a boxer…that could end up being costly…and painful.
The blonde must have been reading my mind as she suddenly picked up the pace as she stepped into the brunette…landing on her left foot and in the same motion thrusting her left fist out…the brunette just as quickly shifted her head to the side in response…just slipping the blonde’s whistling punch as it whizzed by her cheek…feeling the sharp knuckles just graze her soft skin…her face contorting! The frustrated blonde then swung a short right hook at the brunette’s face and watched as she jerked her head back quickly…the blonde’s fist whizzing by the tip of her pert sexy nose…just missing making contact! The brunette giving the blonde a smug smile each time she failed to connect with a punch as she bounced lightly on her toes…shifting from side to side!
The brunette then faked an overhand right and as the blonde's hands went up to block the punch…the brunette hooked underneath her guard with her left fist and planted a solid hook on her ribs…her small hard left bicep expanding up as her elbow bent and her fist clenched tighter just before the punch landed…her knuckles twisting against the sensitive exposed ribs! The busty blonde grunted out and grimaced…her firm tits jiggling and swaying…her body shuddering as she grunted and groaned!
"GAAWWDD"”GUUUHH!”She fortunately had enough presence of mind to drop her left arm and deflect some of the impact of the brunette’s left fist as it bounced of her forearm and smacked into her side! She was at the same time able to fire a right hand over the top of the brunette’s left…which the brunette was slow in bringing her right arm back to up to guard! The blonde’s hard right knuckles smacked into the brunette’s sternum with a dull thud…the blonde’s hard fist cracking against the brunette’s skin covered chest bone…the stinging punch driving the grimacing brunette back a few steps and robbing her of some breath! She backed up a few more steps as took a few deep breaths…wincing and grimacing as she paused to try and shake off the effects of the blow!
Then... she just smiled at the blonde…flashing those perfect white teeth…further frustrating and pissing her off… almost telling the blonde…
”Is that the best you got?”"IS IT?"Boxing is as much mental as it is physical and the brunette was winning the mind games that were going on in this brutal fight to this point! I was in awe of the skill and confidence that she showed…she seemed to be able to stay one step ahead of the blonde.
The brunette continued to show off her skills and her athleticism …showing how well she could move…how well she could box. The blonde to this point had shown she could take a punch but little else. The brunette was obviously quicker with her fists…more fluid in her movements and easily the better “boxer”. By learning to duck and slip punches…she was able to work closer to a blonde and block and frustrate her fistic efforts…yet still keeping her hands free for punching when she had the opening she desired!
This “feeling out” period…this "chess match of brutality"…continued for a few minutes when suddenly…they both landed a left jab to each other’s face simultaneously…their heads snapping back…both grunting out!
”UNNGGH!””OOWW!”Neither girl could evade the lightning quick punches…the blows finding their mark as bare fists hit against a hard boney chin or a soft cheek…perspiration flying from under hard knuckles smacking against soft wet skin! I watched and grimaced myself…squirming in my seat as each girls face distorted under the other’s fist! Both girls immediately backed up and took a deep breath…shaking her head to regain her wits…clear her thoughts…each momentarily lowering her fists to her sides…her fingers curling…uncurling into her palms….as if designed to give herself a break from the intensity of the fight…some time to recover…to try and let the throbbing pain in her head abate!
Each fighter then took a deep breath…raised her tightly clenched fists back up and resumed circling her prey. Each girl‘s torso was beginning to glisten as the brightness of the temporary overhead bright lights reflected off the beads of perspiration collecting and flowing down off her shoulders…literally flowing down her skin in almost snake-like streams…streaking her bare chest and back. Each girl kept her arms up and out in front of her chest…each rolling her fists in a circular motion…almost as if they were taking aim at each other and “loading up” to punch. The girls circled slowly…carefully…glaring at each other over their hard knuckles…each stalking the other like a predator cat who had picked up the unique scent of her wounded prey…each resumed stepping in…feinting… bobbing and weaving…stepping back out…repeating the process…then both seemed to almost lean in together…each dropping a shoulder and slamming short stiff blows into the other’s body…pert firm breasts swaying as torsos twisted and turned…punches landing with a loud smack…followed by a low grunt…the exaggerated breathing…the rapid gasps flowing over each girl’s lips…
"OOOMMPF!!'"GUUUHH!!!"The blonde lunged into the brunette’s chest…wrapping her arms around her wet slick torso…clinching her as she struggled to pin her arms at her sides. Watching as their breasts pressed together…melding and enveloping each other’s erect nipples…as they rocked their shoulders together…planting their feet…shoving…grappling…the muscles in their upper backs and shoulders flexing as each fighter STRAINED…GRUNTED AND GROANED…closed FISTS SLAPPING against bare wet backs with a LOUD SPLAT as theyWRESTLED ON THEIR FEET!
The brunette then suddenly pulled her left arm free and DROVE her fist HARD into the blonde’s abs…TWISTING her knuckles as they SMACKED into the taut skin covered muscle and just as quickly…in one fluid motion…she twisted her torso and DROVE her right fist hard across the blonde's jaw! I could hear the CRACK OF BONE AGAINST BONE over the din of the crowd as the brunette’s knuckles hit against the blonde’s jaw with that combination of a CRACK and a sickening THUD…SWEAT FLYING FROM HER FACE AND SPIT FROM HER LIPS!
”OOOOWWWW!””GAAWWDD!!”The blonde let out a loud moan…followed by a “whoosh” from her mouth as the air was forced from her lungs and out over her trembling lips. Her torso…thrown back a few steps by the force of the punch to her jaw…her mouth letting out a loud yelp…
The blow TWISTED her head violently to the side and KNOCKED a trail of saliva and blood from her lips along with a loud grunt,
”GUUHH!!!”She instinctively threw her arms up in front of her face and almost up over her head in an effort to protect herself. The brunette stepped in and moved at her but for some reason…at that particular moment…DIDN’T press her advantage. I was stunned at that move on her part but what I did notice was a smile coming over the brunette’s lips as her large dark eyes widened…as if she sensed she had her prey cornered…had her EXACTLY where she wanted her…and she wasn’t going to let her go! It was as if she wanted this entire seductive dance to last longer…and not finish her quickly. She knew she had hurt the blonde…and she knew she was about to make the kill…it was as if she was enjoying the hunt more than the inevitable FINAL kill!
The blonde slowly began to right herself and brought her arms back up in her fighting stance although she seemed very shaky and unsure.
My God…five minutes into the fight and the blonde was cross-eyed…bloodied and rubber-kneed!
I heard another girl…evidently a friend of the blonde yell out,
“Stay close to her!” the girl was screaming. “Keep your hands higher and bring your elbows in to your tits more!” “Work on her damn body when you get the chance!” “NOW COME ON!”I could clearly see the fear in the blonde’s eyes now and you can bet the brunette saw the same thing. The women began to circle each other again and the brunette wasted no time SNAPPING her left fist out at the blonde’s face…the punch literally shooting from her left shoulder in a blur…the sound of her knuckles CRACKING into the blonde’s chin echoing throughout the area…her head SNAPPING back violently!
The blonde’s face contorted as her long blonde hair flew forward on either side of her face! Her head snapped back so quickly and violently that her hair literally seemed to be left behind as if moving in slow motion in contrast to her head. She staggered back a few steps and fell against the wall behind her…grunting out as her back slammed hard into the hard bricks!
”OOOMMPPF!!”The blonde somehow brought her arms up and blocked a second left fist from the brunette! She probably applauded herself for finally showing some defensive ability in the fight…and if she patted herself on the back mentally if she did…she spoke WAY to soon as she sure wasn’t ready for the hard right uppercut that the brunette unloaded on her bare wet tummy! The blonde grunted out and folded over the brunettes extended arm as the fist buried itself in her midsection!
”OOMMPPF!”The brunette’s brutal punch appeared to have knocked the wind out of the blonde as she SLAMMED into the wall behind her…her HEAD WHIP LASHING back against the unforgiving hard surface!! Her dazed and stunned body slowly beginning to slide down to the base of the wall as her knees began to buckle! The brunette wasn’t going to let her go down that easy as she was on her like a wild animal smelling blood…immediately THROWING A FLURRY OF PUNCHES…this time several breaking through the blonde's guard as she desperately struggled to keep her arms up and protect herself…while at the same time stay on her feet! A RIGHT CROSS…then a LEFT HOOK…a RIGHT HOOK…a STRAIGHT RIGHT…a LEFT CROSS!! The brunette’s vicious onslaught continued as the blonde’s head was brutally SNAPPED BACK several times and then WHIPPED SIDE TO SIDE like a bobble head doll’s!
The blonde then made a desperate attempt to counter punch as she dug down deep and tried to throw a few jabs of her own but they ended up being blocked deftly by the still fresh and quick brunette! The brunette then answered and JABBED back and I was surprised that several jabs made it past the blonde’s guard and SMACKED her flush on the nose…the blonde just seemingly unable to stop anything at this point as the brunette was beating to the body and the head!
The blonde’s HEAD SNAPPED BACK as she SCREAMED out…the brunette’s knuckles SMACKING into her nose…flattening it under her knuckles…a warm red trickle suddenly appearing from her left nostril…and moving down over her upper lip…her eyes welling up with tears…HER FACE RED…CONTORTED in both PAIN AND ANGER!
”OOOWW!”The punches seemed to make the tough blonde so angry that she was able to call on some hidden strength…SCREAMING OUT LOUDLY…SHE LAUNCHED herself off the wall and at her adversary again!
”ARRGGHH!””OOOMMPPF!”The brunette held her ground as the blonde CRASHED against her…both GRUNTING OUT…SCREAMING! She kept her elbows in tight and her hands up around her face…bending over slightly while leaning forward against the blonde…her legs spread and braced…BOTH GIRLS SCREAMING…PUSHING…CUSSING…SPITTING!
The blonde tried to land short punches inside…but they were blocked pretty effectively. The brunette threw a few of her own and was rewarded when she felt her left fist find the blonde’s right breast with a GRAZING PUNCH THAT PINCHED HER BREAST BACK AGAINST HER RIBS…A LOUD GROAN flowing over her dry parched lips as a SHARP PAIN filled her side!
THE WOMEN JOCKEYED FOR POSITION…LEANING against each other and SHOVING…PUSHING…GRUNTING as both STRAINED from the exertion…both trying to DRIVE BODY BLOWS underneath each other’s arms as their PERT SHAPELY BREASTS SWAYED AND JIGGLED…KNUCKLES HITTING into soft supple breast flesh and distorting shapely tits…followed by YELPS and GRUNTS! I could feel almost feel their smooth thighs as if they were rubbing AGAINST MY OWN legs…their sweaty tits rubbing AGAINST MY OWN…the nicely toned muscles under they’re tights pressing together…their CROTCHES GRINDING and ROTATING against each other’s!
EACH WOMAN LEANED ON THE OTHER…each GRUNTED and GROANED as they tried to gain an advantage…their bodies rubbing against each other’s…their sweat mixing and further coating their already slick skin…their nipples jousting with each others…and then disappearing in the supple skin as they’re tits pressed tight!
The fight to this point showed that the blonde seemed to be able to hit with some force …but there was no strategy behind the blows…and she was thwarted at almost every turn by the brunette…who also employed some really effective defensive measures…showing off her nice boxing skills…blocking most of the punches with her forearms. The blonde's legs finally seemed to be losing much of their steam...as she seemed to be starting to plod as she moved. Much of the good footwork that she had at the start of the fight was deteriorating badly.
The blonde then made probably her best move of the fight and wisely lunged out…reaching and wrapping her arms around the brunette…pulling her in tight to her body to clinch her!
"UUNNGGHH!!"The battered blonde literally collapsed into the brunette’s wet heaving chest…a series of grunts and groans escaping her lips as she struggled and grappled with the tall brunette to wrap a boa constrictor’s type hold around the her arms and torso in an effort to stop the bare knuckle assault! The blonde was running out of options fast and this was obviously a desperation move on her part. She was so beaten and fatigued…and the brunette’s skin was so slick that she started to slide down her bare chest…her face laying against the wet valley created by the brunette’s sweat slickened breasts. As I watched…I felt my excited heart pounding like a rhythmic drum as their toned…glistening bodies desperately pressed against one another…writhing together…
I found myself wishing I was that blonde’s face so bad...
The two amazons just seem to almost be locked in a slow seductive dance as they twisted and struggled…grappling with each other! To say that watching the two topless women wrap each other up and struggle…to wrestle…was erotic and hot would be a serious understatement. Their breasts pressed together and began pancaking as their nipples disappeared in the enveloping supple flesh!
The brunette gritted her teeth and began shoving her arms up between their bodies to try and force the blonde back off of her. The blonde evidently still had some life left in her as she suddenly DROVE HER KNEE up into the brunette’s midsection!!
”OOOMMPF!”The brunette’s body LURCHED UP and she SCREAMED OUT but she wouldn’t release her death grip on the blonde and she screamed out again as SHE DROVE HER KNEE UP quickly in response as they both began POUNDING each other’s abs RELENTLESSLY while holding each other in their strong arms! Neither would let go of her "death grip" on the other…as if holding on was the best defense...THE ONLY DEFENSE! As close as the two were…both were able to TWIST and TURN their bodies to lessen the impact of their knees SLAMMING INTO THEIR BODIES…still each impact of a knee into a bare tightened but exposed tummy... resulted in a loud PAINFUL GRUNT from the respective woman’s lips...an audible GASP...as precious air was driven from her oxygen-starved lungs!
”OOMMPPF!!””GUUUHH!!!”Each girl’s body lurched up with each upward thrust of a knee… …each girl’s face growing increasingly redder…her features CONTORTING IN PAIN! The brunette finally broke out of the tight clinch after each had landed a few knees successfully up into each other’s abs…SHOVING the blonde back against the wall and stepping back as the blonde STUMBLED BACK and FELL against the brick wall behind her…now using it for support…her hands CLUTCHING HER ABS...gritting her teeth as she fought through the AGONY spreading throughout her midsection! The brunette bent over at the waist…COUGHING…BREATHING HEAVILY as she rested her hands on her thighs…shaking her head from side to side! The brunette then stepped back another step to keep a distance between her and her blond adversary. She rubbed her beaten abs, GRIMMACING IN PAIN as she desperately tried to recover from the onslaught.
Then after a few more seconds, the brunette suddenly straightened up and turned and twisted her tall athletic frame to the side and DROVE HER RIGHT LEG UP HARD in a sidekick type motion into the blonde’s chest!!
”OOOMMPPF!”The blonde had just stepped away from the wall and still had her arms at her sides! Her facial features showing the AGONIZING pain running through her body as the brunette’s foot planted itself in her sternum with a loud THUD!! Her eyes widened and her face contorted in agony as the brunette’s foot DROVE hard into her body…her lips emitting a loud GRUNT combined with a SCREAM as the air again left her already oxygen deprived lungs!
”OMMPPFF!”Her facial features showing the instant of her body’s urgent…almost panicked longing for a breath as she was then hurled backwards by the force of the kick…her back hitting the wall behind her as another loud grunt shot over her lips. It was a brutal kick and the brunette pressed her advantage. She stepped forward and launched two punches…a quick jab with her left fist…the other a right cross! Both landed and the blonde’s head thrust back violently…hitting the wall behind her!
”CRACCK!””GAWDD!”I could see the blood coming from the blonde’s nose again and she now appeared to have a cut above her right eye. I could see the thin red trickle already snaking down along her right cheek. The blonde…maybe out of instinct or some desperate sense of self-preservation...threw a wild right from almost over her head that surprised the brunette and connected with her mouth!
”GUUHHHH!!”The brunette’s head SNAPPED BACK and she STUMBLED back a few steps…shaking her head…blinking…and SCREAMING OUT in what seemed more like anger than pain! I think most of the anger was even directed at her self for being so stupid as to let her beaten adversary hit her! I could see the brunette’s lower lip was split and the red trickle was snaking its way down over her chin. In the meantime…the blonde fell forward from the force of her own punch and fell to the pavement on all fours. She lay there on all fours…MOANING…COUGHING.
The brunette didn’t waste any time and she reached down and ANGRILY…FORCEFULLY…GRABBED the blonde by a handful of hair…wrapping long strands of her silken blond hair around her long slender fingers…and PULLED HER HEAD UP…pulling it up AGONIZINGLY SLOW so the blonde would have to endure the searing pain in her scalp even longer…tilting it back and glaring down into the blonde’s now terror filled eyes!! The brunette drew back her right fist and just as quickly…before the blonde’s trembling lips could utter a word of anything…SLAMMED her unforgiving fist it into her jaw!!
”UUNNGGHH!”The blonde’s body was literally LIFTED UP off the ground by the force of the punch as she cut loose with a loud grunt…followed by a low groan as she CRUMPLED to the grass under her feet…sprawled out…her legs twitching…
”OOOMMPPF!”My own jaw dropped down in astonishment at what I'd just witnessed! My breathing was becoming short and ragged and I could feel a warm sticky WETNESS GROWING between my long legs and trickle down the soft skin of my inner thighs! It was as if the temperature around us had risen a hundred degrees during the fight! SWEAT POURED from my brow…down my neck…chest…and between my breasts. I could feel each drop as it traced its way down my body. My nipples TINGLED and STRAINED against my tight blouse…my pussy ACHED as I felt this PRESSURE BUILDING deep within my loins! The growing heat inside of my aroused body was becoming as unbearable as the heat outside! My own thighs QUIVERED while my heart was POUNDING so hard I felt it was forcing its way up in my throat! I was getting SO AROUSED…SO INFLAMED…my clit was just THROBBING and PULSATING!! I couldn't believe that such a fight could all be over that quickly…and arouse me as much as it did!
The brunette kept SCREAMING down at the blonde to GET HER FUCKING ASS UP AND FIGHT and kept motioning to her to get up with her right arm…extending it down at her with her palm facing up…and curling her fingers back into her hand…curling it angrily into a tight fist…but the blonde…finally beginning to move… seemed to be moving almost in slow motion and certainly looked as if she had had enough and wanted no more of this shit! She tried to shove herself up off her stomach but her arms were just too weak…they QUIVERED a moment as she STRUGGLED AND STRAINED to push her self up…then…
…it was as if the hopelessness of the situation finally set in and she gave in to the pain and fatigue…letting her body fall back down face first into the grass! She MOANED a moment…then slowly rolled over on her back and raised her right hand up…WHIMPERING as her face contorted in pain and fear as she looked up at the brunette now standing over her… straddling her …her lower lip TREMBLING…as the tears welled in her beaten…now terrified…fear-stricken eyes…the tears streaking her red flushed cheeks…
"ENOUGH...OH GOD PLEASE...NO MORE!" ”PLEASE!!”The brunette drew her right fist back and then reached down with her left hand and grabbed a handful of the blondes long silky hair…wrapping it around her long slender fingers and at almost the same time PULLING UP HARD on the blonde's head…the brunette sneering through her clenched teeth! The blonde let out an almost blood curdling SCREAM…
”AIIEEE!!!!”…as she threw her hands up in front of her already bloodied face and began WHINING and CRYING even more...PLEADING with the brunette not to hit her again!
I watched as the brunette’s large dark eyes widened as she SNEERED…then gritted her teeth as she drew her fist back even further…the knuckles turning white…then suddenly…and quite unexpectedly…
She released the blonde’s hair and lowered her tightly clenched right fist to her side. I could see her features so clearly in the in the moonlight and I noted an almost sadistic smirk coming over the brunette’s face as the blonde kept begging her …PLEADING WITH HER…not to hit her again! The brunette stood over the beaten blonde...looking down at her like some primeval Goddess-like figure personified! I could tell at that moment she was a woman who was beyond confident in her abilities and who at that moment…when I measured myself against her…I found myself very wanting. I hoped I'd never have to meet in a dark alley…or a parking lot…or a ring…
I couldn’t tell if the expression on the brunette's face was one of disgust…or…maybe even...compassion?
I could tell at that moment she was a woman who was beyond confident in her abilities and at one with herself at that moment…
Sam told me these fighters have a sort of a “code” they live by…almost a professional courtesy they show each other no matter the intensity and/or the result of a fight. While some likened these events to something akin to gladiators in the Coliseum of ancient Rome…the fighters…the women…didn’t see it quite that way. Unlike ancient Rome…these female “gladiators” were allowed to live to fight another day…and in fact encouraged to do so. These were purely athletic contests of skill…and courage…and a certain amount of respect was accorded even the losers.
As I lay in bed the next night…the memory of the “dream” from the night before continued to weave its way into my thoughts…I lay back and let my hands come up and my nails began grazing over the taut skin covering my abdominal muscles and my tingling nipples hardened in response. I closed my eyes…my chest rising and falling…as my hands drifted up under my heaving breasts…my fingers spreading as they slid up over the firm supple skin…my stiff aching nipples gliding between my long slender fingers as I bit my lower lip. I call what I saw last night a dream because something that aroused me THAT MUCH…just couldn’t be real…
Could it?The memory of my fingers stroking my swollen clit as I watched the fight last night caused me to slip my hand beneath the waistband of my yoga pants…on past the soft feel of my cotton panties…until I found the wet…mushy folds of my labial lips…and felt my excited pussy literally begin to swallow my fingers. I was half asleep…I think? I couldn’t tell…to be honest…if I was asleep or awake…or in some midpoint dream state…and I didn’t much fucking care. I just knew what I was feeling…
As my heart pounded…my clit throbbed…pulsated…
I let my long…wet…sexy tongue slide between my dry parched lips…feeling it drag ever so slowly along my upper lip…and then back down and across my lower…my low soft moans flowing over my newly moistened lips. I felt a nervous flutter in my tummy… and my brain was stuck in “fight overload”…but my body was SCREAMING for a release! My probing fingers…swirling inside of me and teasing my vaginal walls…finally found my throbbing pulsating clit. It was as if every nerve inside my pussy was standing on end…poised to just EXPLODE! I felt my tall frame lurch in bed…my back arching…my legs thrashing so badly the sheets and blanket were thrown off me! My fingertips glided over my white-hot nub…and I SCREAMED out as I felt a jolt of energy seemingly leave my clit and pass throughout my body…my legs kicking out and my shoulders rocking from side to side as my torso writhed from the passion and lust I was feeling…my loud screams echoing throughout the room!
The UndergroundHello…my name is Harper…and I’m a gym whore…and a fight lover...and this is my storyI also broke the law last night…maybe …and I’d DO IT AGAIN in a heartbeat! At an undisclosed…somewhat sketchy area in the Bronx…there was a boxing event going on. It wasn’t your typical sanctioned boxing match…
It could be called “50 Shades of
Illegal…
In fact…the cops aren’t exactly thrilled when they see or hear of these “types” of events occurring…often shutting them down before they occur.
If they can…When they can…If they even WANT TO… The FX Fight Club is a new “special breed” on the Underground Boxing Circuit in the New York City area but it is slowly making a name for itself by offering and promoting a special type of boxing. The fights have usually taken place outside…as on the night I described…although more recently they are occurring inside a boxing gym in a ring…or in very recent cases…more a opulent setting (We’ll get to that later). The cover charge to see the fight I attended was $750…a relatively small fee for the 6 fights I got to see…and that included the “main event”. But it took more to get in than just mere money…although that certainly was a good start…and it sure didn't hurt
There is an old saying…its not who you know…but it’s WHO YOU BLOW! To be a part of these events…you better be ready to do both…
What is different about the fights at this underground setting that makes them so popular that promoters can charge prices that exceed $1,000 at times…you might ask?
What is it that attracts so many people to these events that a line forms around the block?
Well…I’ll tell you…
So sit back boys and girls…and allow Harper to let you in on one of the WORST…and BEST-KEPT SECRETS on the island of Manhattan…
They are between females…they are boxing matches…the females are topless…and they fight with their bare knuckles.Welcome to the JUNGLE!Oh such things don't exist?
Let's not be so naive...shall we?
Attending one of these events was NOT based on WHAT you know…but WHOM you know. Sometimes it might be held in a park…maybe in a parking lot…locations varied. As time has gone on though…and the FX Club has become the “club” of choice…these fights are increasingly being held in more “luxurious” surroundings…that translated means “indoors in a ring”. Rumors that a special gym with a first class boxing ring and seating area was being constructed on the Upper West Side had recently been circulated as the promoters of the event seemed bent on seizing on their recent windfalls. There was even another rumor floating about that some investors from a secret
“Society” were the real money and marketing behind the project…and they hold the police…local politicians and judges in their pockets in such ways that they literally had free reign of the city. I had heard rumors of the
“Society” before… but every time I tried to find out more about it…I seem to hit a brick wall. Even my girlfriend Samantha wasn’t talking much and I KNOW she knows something about it!
it was a story I wanted to someday get to the bottom of...but right now...other things were on my mind..The Society could waitThe fact that the fights were SO hard to find and get into was what made them so popular in many ways...much like alcohol was during Prohibition...
“You have to know somebody to get the address” my girlfriend Samantha said, “My friend invited me and she only knew about it through her friend.”
These FX “special events” have been taking place for over a year now and were referenced in “New York” magazine a few months ago. This weekend…it was reported in the New York Times that one of their bouts/events was even shut down by police…but only briefly. A friend who frequents these events…and who was at this particular one…told us…
"After the police left…the event started back up again and went on until 3 a.m. with what has become the star attraction of the evenings of these epics…females topless…and boxing with their bare fists in front of a rowdy-screaming crowd”. "The booze was flowing and the joints were smokin!"
"But what was really wild about it....these people HAD MONEY...and lots of it!"
The friend…who told us about the fights and who prefers to remain anonymous (after all…it is a fight club and the first rule of fight club is…”Don’t Talk About Fight Club”) said…
"My girlfriend found out through a friend of a friend of a friend who heard about it through another friend”. “We just kinda showed up and thought that it would be pretty cool…and it was…It was REALLY sick!" he said.”
(“Sick”…in this case…means AWESOME!)
“It was like a giant party!”
…and that…my friends…was the norm right there…a “giant party”…or at least these events tried to be that.
These were not strippers or lingerie models boxing either…although those types frequented some of the “undercards”…nor was it model vs. model. Oh they advertised themselves as such at times…but it was more for “effect” than anything else…when in truth these are women who are trained at this…and know what they’re doing. They have to be good as the prize money is the highest among all the fights…even more than that for bouts featuring men.
These “underground” fighting elements exist in most major cities of the country but are particularly prevalent in New York and the surrounding boroughs (lets also toss the Tri-State area). The events all go by different names yet there seems to be more coordination in the New York City area. Some say the coordination…the funding…is coming from this “Society”…so we’re back to that mystery again. Usually the warehouse districts that exist in or on the fringes of the down town areas of most major cities are where this “underground” fighting element always seems to pop up. The events all go by different names…but another popular one in Manhattan seems to be “The Friday Night Throw Down”…an underground fight club that's been drawing a crowd of Wall Street money types…real estate moguls…models and hipsters" to a series of vacant warehouse at 55 Allen Street (on the corner of Grand). What this means is…its really no longer…
1) Not quite so underground…
2) Not quite so secret…I have been going to these clandestine “rumbles in the jungle” for months now and it’s about the WORST kept secret in Manhattan that they OCCUR and that people LOVE them! As Samantha told me…
"If you want to follow this…and be part of the ‘in-crowd’…I'd recommend people just keep an ear to the street…or more realistically... their Facebook (that shit is always a buzz for 24 hours before everything just pops!) Even the underground illegal scene is deep addicted to that Facebook shit."
The “dark underground world of boxing” has been around for hundreds of years…and yes…it not only STILL exists to this day…it is actually flourishing. The money is big and getting BIGGER. Some people think this is a new phenomenon but it has seemingly been with us since “time began”. In early Victorian England…for example…female bare-knuckle boxing was as common as modern day licensed boxing. Just as lucrative…
And just as illegal…Some have said it was a more exciting spectacle then (like anyone is alive to verify that!)…and some say that today's “spectacles” far exceed those of days gone by...
Its here though…and its here evidently to stay…
Some folks call the female prize ring a bona fide breeding ground for criminality…profiteering and exploitation. You know the types who say that…they’re the ones who think they know how we should run our lives better than we can and are possessed with passing judgment on our personal moralities.
I call them…Republicans…
Oh shaddap!...I’m entitled to my opinion too so deal with it!
Back in the Victorian Era…boxing was talked against by all the “lawful authorities” and held up as debauchery and a debasement of so called “civilized” society. Some even called it unholy and an affront to the church. From what I’ve read… I doubt the temperance supporters railed against whiskey as much as the anti-boxing faction railed against prize-fighting back then!
But it didn’t stop…
Why is it that these events are such an attraction to so many?
Like you REALLY have to ask?
PUHLEEZE!
The sight of two sexy attractive women who’ve built up their bodies…strengthened they’re conditioning and literally polished their skills to a fine edge to take advantage of that conditioning...well…it is hard to imagine ANYTHING being able to match the excitement of personally watching two women of such capabilities struggling against one another with nothing between them but their bare hands…calling upon this innate…invisible…indiscernible force from deep within themselves…and of course… that almost
unconquerable will to survive.
It’s quite simply the basis for what I at least call…the human condition…the foundation for our common existence. Its the “stuff” of our lives…the glue that holds this "play" we call life together…and it just so happens to get played out in a boxing ring sometimes.
To lay it on the line…Prize-fighting is all those things, and more. It’s simply…in my opinion…a beautiful unrivaled spectacle that is the pulse of the human existence. The sight of an aggressive woman…sweaty…bloody and bare breasted gave the watching men a titillating display of relentless primal passion rarely seen in our…polite “civilized” society.
And anyone who says today’s society is “polite” and/or “civilized” is either very stupid or very naïve…
And things honestly haven’t changed all that much in a few hundred years…
Those early fights…like those between the men…were unlicensed…had few rules other than the London Prize Ring Rules of the day…and in the spirit of “showmanship”…or should I say…”showwomanship”…were often fought stripped to the waist. While some would say it was the titillation factor that drove the popularity of the early female prizefighters…I like to think it was just as much the skill and effort those women back then showed. Oh I know many will say what the women did would never even come close to equalling that of the men….I think considering how far “back” the women had to come from…the shackles they had to remove from themselves to allow some progression…
I think they deserve a lot of “profs”…
I knew little of those so-called old style “pugilistic arts”…or “prizefighting”, save when my girlfriend Samantha had taken me to witness a prizefight late last year. As I have stated previously…boxing is a big part of my workout regime and I compete on occasion…as does Samantha.
My name is Harper…girlfriend of the gorgeous Samantha and a woman who has a keen appreciation for boxing…at first as a way to get in shape…but then later something else “grabbed” ahold of me and I began competing a little. Grabbed would be an understatement I guess…more like seized with both hands…shook me…and wouldn’t let go! Actually, I am in pretty decent shape physically...5' 9", 142 lbs…yada yada. When I started out…I was not as good as I thought I was however…and in pathetic shape. I have always lacked some in the confidence area so I decided to throw good sense out the window and follow my heart's desire and become a better fighter…or at the very least be able to take care of myself. I'll also admit I have always had this secret deep seeded desire to fight more. I finally began working out a year ago with a boxing trainer and it has opened the door to feelings…sensations and emotions inside of me the likes of which I have never felt or encountered before. At times…I almost felt like I'd lost control of myself in this regard and now I seem to have an almost absolute and total compulsion to continue to work out…improve…and to fight. As my physical conditioning has continued to improve by leaps and bounds…so have my confidence and my desire to fight. Something is growing deep inside me…slowly beginning to bubble to the surface…and I LOVE IT!
The conditioning I have received as a result of my recent hard work has been certainly worth it just on its own…but the “dessert” is just now beginning to show up…and who in the hell doesn’t like dessert?
AM I RIGHT?
That kind of leads us up to where we are now…
I had never seen or heard of anything like these female fight clubs other than what I had read about back in the Victorian age in England when women would box on the same cards as men and often outdrew them in terms of attendance and ultimately…prize money.
Before the fight...Samantha had told me about the London Prize Ring Rules and even gave me a few brief lesson…and a bloody nose in the process!
Just between you and me…I think she CHEATED!I still love her like mad though!
(HAVEN”T I SAID THIS BEFORE?)
As mentioned previously…underground boxing events in the Lower East Side of New York can often attract police attention and even get shut down…although that seems to be occurring less and less. Entry into the events requires a cover charge that can vary wildly…usually between $500 and $1,000 depending on the clientele…obviously not cheap…but even that’s the EASY part. In order to attend the event you need to KNOW someone and be invited via email...then receive a text message the day before with the location of the fights. These are often very closely guarded secrets. Most of this is due to the clientele these events cater to. They are generally the finance people from Wall Street…real estate mogul’s…politician’s…business leaders of all ilk’s…even higher up’s in law enforcement…the list goes on…and on.
They aren’t the types that want it known that they are attending events such as these…so the event organizers take great efforts to keep the locations secret and “underground”. The bottom line was…they all had in common one thing…MONEY…and lots of it! A large number of people wanted to see this type of fighting between women and a number of savvy entrepreneurs began organizing and promoting the events.
It had become BIG business!
These events were as much a “happening”…a reason to party down and light up an “Assassin of Youth” (a joint for all you old farts!)…"blast a stick" and get high! At these fights…if you’re sober and not partying like most of the rest of the crowd there…you might run a good chance of getting bored shitless...unless you were a big fight fan that is! Usually…as was the case with the FX Fight Club…fights start almost as soon as the previous one ends. That pace keeps things moving and keeps the crowd into it. Depending on your preference…its whatever works for you. Just bring your money and your desire to have fun. Because all clubs charge a big cover…be ready to shell out a lot of Benjamin’s to get in and be part of the festivities…unless you know a fighter or a promoter of course.
Or you’re a member of the mysterious…”Society”
On this particular night…I stood amongst the crazed raucous crowd with my girlfriend…Samantha. The air was filled with tobacco (and marijuana…Oh come on…don’t be naive! Just shut up and get high with me!) smoke… along with the rancour of liquor. We had “ringside “ seats and I found myself jumping up…my hands grasping the top rope so tight…my fingers turning white…as I could barely contain my excitement and YES…even my arousal…as it swelled inside of my young nubile body! I watched the two girls, both about my age…in their mid-thirties…lean…toned sinewy muscles in their arms…shoulders and backs. Both knew they were in the prime of womanhood and both were very sexy along with having some real skill with their bare fists. Both moved well…they didn’t just brawl like many of their male counterparts do in these fights…they knew how to box! Once the fight began I found myself wincing and grimacing with each loud smack of bare knuckles striking wet slick flesh and bone and I looked on with a mixture of fascination and yes…desire…and arousal.
After a time…I began feeling a pretty strong arousal every time I’d watch a hard prize-fight between two skilled women. The combination of the sexiness…eroticism and the brutality of it all would just push me over the edge! I had heard of women prizefighters before these first experiences…but obviously the effect they had boxing topless in front of a crowd of rich… lewd…lascivious…drunk…high and mega horny onlookers would be even more intense with a large group than just myself.
To see the grace and beauty that is the female form…engaged in such a sport…such violence and brutality…combined with the beauty and skill…aroused me more than I ever thought was possible…though I didn’t make those feelings known publically.
Several of these “fight clubs” or “venues” began trying to establish themselves in the newer niche market of Female Bare Knuckle Prize Fighting. Here, the females boxed topless and fought with their bare knuckles…usually dressing in outfits that were commonly seen back in female bouts of the Victorian Era. Wearing the tight fitting pantaloons or breeches that went down to the top of their calves…sometimes wearing boots... only seemed to add to the excitement of two women facing each other that way. In some cases tight yoga pants were substituted but the desired effect was always the same. This only added to the eroticism of the fight and as the women generally were very skilled…the attraction of the fights became obvious. These few clubs attracted a more higher-level income clientele and hence were able to offer women who fought in them more in terms of prize money and benefits…training. The women who fought in these clubs were all very good at what they did…trained extensively at the best facilities…and to be honest were always extremely “hot”.
I notice stuff like that…silly me!
I knew Samantha had fought at times in this particular club and as our relationship deepened it was only natural she’d expose me to it more and more…eventually supporting me in my desire to try my hand at boxing there as my skill level increased and I gained experience.
Sam was one of the top fighters in the bare-knuckle club and it was easy to see why.
Sam negotiates life in HER own time and terms…she redefines limits in EVERYONE around HER.
It’s impossible to escape the gravitational pull that flows from her…I mean it…its like one of those inescapable tractor beams.
Her very presence makes men question their masculinity. Her mystical power exudes sexual attraction.
She is a tall blonde Goddess who was my partner and soul mate…and I love her madly (I think I already said that…if so…I love saying it again!).
It wasn’t long after I met Sam…that I began fighting other girls like that. Over time…I began doing very well and the prize money was good…but that wasn’t what was driving me. I lost a few fights… I stood up against anyone they brought me and never backed down even when I knew I knew I’d probably get beat…but I won more and Sam and I soon became local favorites. The adrenaline rush I got from fighting cannot be properly described with words…you literally have to FEEL IT. After a fight…I’d climb down from the ring…stretching my aching muscles and sore beyond belief…the inside of my lips tender and tasting of blood at times…my knuckles throbbing…sometimes numb with the assurance of more pain to come as more soreness would set in the next day….
But I never felt more ALIVE than during and after those fights!
THE ARRIVALThen it happened…
“She” had arrived on the scene in an almost circus-like atmosphere…
“She” began offering any woman five thousand dollars if she could last five rounds with her. The two women would box topless and bare knuckle and this was more than bluster on her part as she was undefeated after twelve bouts. This was far from a normal occurrence but then again…this was far from a normal woman either.
Her name was Michelle and she was tall…about 5’-9-1/2” and 145 pounds with dark brown eyes and chocolate brown silken hair…her body was something she was obviously proud of and took great care of…and justifiably so. It was beyond amazing!
Don’t you just hate it when they look like that?
We girls are so catty!
While I was a little shorter at 5’9” and 142 pounds with a little brown hair and hazel eyes…I felt I was in just a good of physical condition as she was.
Really!Seriously!
See...I’m already comparing myself to her! Why do we girls always DO that?
Anyway…
Still…she was very attractive…yet she had this air about her of extreme confidence without being too cocky. When it came to boxing…she was all business and with the money at stake…that made perfect sense. She was considered the club champion and watching her fight it was obvious why. When she punched…her fists were a blur and her punching power was devastating. Her beauty belied a toughness that just couldn’t be measured…and her obvious sex appeal (color in…great tits and abs…long legs that didn’t seem to quit…they just went on and on…listen to me…FUCK!) made her a crowd drawing favorite.
I was so intrigued by Michelle (intrigued can be translated to…she makes me horny and wet)…and that turned out to be my FIRST error in judgement. If I had been smarter…I would have stayed away from her. Now I am a confidant woman…especially when it comes to athletics and being physical…and I was becoming…over time…very confidant in my boxing abilities. The more I watched this woman…the more I became convinced I could beat her!
I WANTED to beat her!
I KNEW I could beat her!
That would be error in judgement #2 on my part…LOL
As often is the case in situations such as these…I finally let my mouth get in the way of my better judgement…of which apparently I had little. And as you all know…my mouth’s history of getting me in trouble is legendary. One day I was working out on the heavy bag in the gym downstairs. My trainer…Joe…more commonly known as the Marquis de Sade…was spotting me and I was pounding that bag for all it was worth…my torso becoming drenched in perspiration…droplets collecting on my forehead and streaming down into my eyes…stinging them and blurring my vision. My heart was pounding as my torso twisted from side to side…pivoting at my trim waistline…gritting my teeth as I was making hitting this bag something way more than personal at this point…WAY way more personal!
To me…the heavy bag WAS “Michelle”…in more ways than one!
My torso was streaked with perspiration and I had made the mistake of wearing a white sports bra and we all know what white does when it becomes soaking wet! It becomes something close to transparent and the outline and shape of my breasts…my pinkish-brown nipples…could very clearly be seen through the rapidly transparent wet spandex. I noticed Joe kept looking at my chest as he was spotting me and I finally noticed that he noticed that I had noticed he had noticed! He grinned that silly impish grin of his…winked at me and said….
“So like I’m NOT supposed to look at those?”I laughed out loud as Joe had seen me naked more than once…and went back to the business of my workout.
I kept pounding the bag faster and faster…harder and harder…grunting out loud with each piston-like blow! I had been working out on the “bag” for close to twenty minutes…Joe continuing to shout encouragement to me…telling me…
“FASTER!! FASTER!! HIT THE GOD DAMN THING HARPER!!!” ”HIT IT LIKE YOU HATE IT!” My arms felt like they were made out of LEAD they felt SO HEAVY! I was grunting out more loudly now with each punch and I wanted to just DRIVE MY FISTS through that bag and TAKE OUT MY TRAINER I WAS SO SICK of listening to him YELLING at me!
"FUCK!""GAWD!"I finally stopped a moment...literally collapsing into the heavy bag an wrapping my arms around the wet...slick leather...raising my right glove to wipe the sweat from my forehead…then taking a small white towel from Joe…I rubbed it across my face. As I blinked and squinted to clear my vision…I heard Joe exclaim…
“Hey Michelle!!”I looked up startled and my eyes met those of the brunette…
Michelle! I felt like that scene from the movie “Tombstone”…
You know the one…where Doc Holliday (Val Kilmer) shows up in place of Wyatt Earp (Kurt Russell) to face Johnny Ringo (Micheal Biehn) in their climatic gunfight …and Ringo is quite surprised when he sees its Doc Holliday (Kilmer) and not the expected Earp…and Holliday says…
“Why Johnny Ringo…you look like somebody just walked all over your grave!” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s8xgVPsRh8w I turned and searched for the words but my lower lip only quivered and my voice was silent…in spite of my efforts to the contrary.
Her large dark eyes almost seemed to look THROUGH ME and not at my body and I felt I had been lifted up off the floor with a sensation I can’t quite explain. I hadn’t seen eyes such as those in my entire life…and they cut through me like a hot knife through butter. There was intensity in those eyes that sent a shiver up my spine. I suppose that was just how she was but then I heard her speak as she talked past me to my trainer. She was soft-spoken…but there was also a directness to her voice…and when she saw Joe…those eyes of her just seemed to twinkle.
“Hey Joe!” “How have you been?”The tall imposing brunette walked around me and our shoulders briefly brushed together. She was more imposing in person and this CLOSE…she seemed taller and with a smile I sure NEVER saw when I watched her fight…except when she was finishing another woman off in the ring! Our eyes met for a brief instant and her scent lingered in the air and the thin film of perspiration that coated her tanned skin rubbed off on my own bare shoulder…sending a shiver up my spine as my heart jumped into my throat. She hugged Joe warmly and they laughed…sharing a joke for a brief moment. She asked Joe if he wasn’t busy would she spot for him and Joe said certainly…that he’d love to.
Joe was no fool…
I watched as she and Joe went over and he spotted a heavy bag for her. She proceeded to work on it, her fists moving at an even faster speed than the last time I saw her fight…her tape-covered bare knuckles popped repeatedly into the leather covered bag…the rapid-paced whaps of her fists against the tight leather resounded like a musical cadence. Her V-shaped torso twisting with each punch and in perfect sync with her fists…perspiration flying from her tanned shoulders and arms…a loud grunt following every loud impact of her fists hitting that bag. I watched in awe as she moved around the heavy bag…bouncing lightly on her toes like a skilled dancer…her fists hitting high and then low…jabs…hooks…uppercuts! This went on for about 20 minutes and I watched in awe…mesmerized. She finally stopped and wrapped her arms around the bag, gripping it tightly to her torso… laying her wet cheek against it.
God I so wished I as that bag right then!
Her long dark brown ponytail was wet…matted and almost plastered to her exquisitely toned upper back muscles and down along the contour of her spine. As she pulled away from the bag a bit…I could see the perfect shape of her pert breasts as they strained the spandex of her black sports bra…her hard erect nipples belying the fact that the workout had aroused her. She had a shape and a form I seldom have ever seen…but it was so much more than that. This raven-haired Goddess had me fully and completely in her spell…and she didn’t even know me.
Somehow though...I felt like I had known her all my life...
Then…my cockiness began to take over…error in judgement #3…
I suddenly found myself smirking as I thought to myself….
“So that’s the Bare Knuckle Champion…Huh?”“She doesn’t look so SPECIAL to ME!”Now this is normally where Samantha would step in and grab me by the shoulders and shake some sense into me…but unfortunately for me my lovely...and smart...soul mate was out of town…
I turned and began walking back to the locker room to take a quick shower to relax me…when I looked up saw the familiar figure of my trainer…Joe…walking in front of me. I jogged forward to catch him…tapping on his shoulder. He stopped and turned…looking at me quizically...
“Hey Joe, I see you haven’t been keeping a REAL low profile around here…SUCKING UP to the club champion!”“Why don’t you find me someone to fight in this pop-stand!”"I'm getting bored!"He looked at me and smiled weakly, responding sarcastically,
“What the FUCK are you talking about Harper?”I laughed out loud and said,
“I’ve got to find someone here who wants to fight me REALLY bad!”“I’m in one of my moods”He spoke back in a rather snarky tone,
“Oh fantastic!” How about I find you another blonde newbie housewife working on her fat ass?” “Will that work for you?” I was stunned that he answered me in that tone as I tilted my head and looked at him quizzically and a bit surprised. I rolled my own eyes back in my head and shook it from side to side.
He then looked back at me and whispered back.
“I’m sorry Harper, sheesh…who do you want to fight then?”I looked at him and then raised my right arm and pointed over into the far ring next to the large glass window off Main Street and leaned in and whispered to him…
“How about her?”I then looked at this female figure in that far ring I had picked at random a lot more closely as she turned and faced me…what I saw made my heart leap up into my throat and my pulse nearly doubling! I suddenly felt as if a MAC truck driving at full speed had hit me and I was being drug under it as it just kept going! Standing in the ring, pounding her gloves together and pacing like a predator cat…
…WAS THE BRUNETTE! YES! THE VERY SAME BRUNETTE! GOD DAMN!!!
It was Michelle!
She was wearing that tight (No…I mean …TIGHT!) black sports bra. Two pert…firm…peach shaped tits pushed up off her chest and barely appeared to sag,...tretching out the spandex material so much that you swore her breasts were mere seconds from spilling out. Her small nipples were as close to being visible as you might imagine as they struggled to poke through the constraining black material. Below the bra those awesome abs and a cute innie belly button were showing off her flat contoured stomach where a diamond belly button piercing glittered. The set of abs that were between that bra and the tight waistband of her black yoga pants were nothing short of spectacular. I could hook myself up to a sit-up machine (if such a thing existed) and stay on it the rest of my fucking life and I wouldn’t have abs HALF as perfect as she has! My God I lost count of the number of “packs”!
Below her sexy tummy, a pair of black yoga pants stuck to her legs like a second skin…or a coat of paint that covered her bare skin but hiding nothing of their shape…the muscle development…the perfection and the sleek length. That her thicker thighs and firm ass were emphasized by the skin-tight fabric just added sweeter icing to this girl’s already rockin bod.
I took a long, slow deep breath and began walking over to the ring behind Joe. I couldn’t believe I was doing this! I have SEEN this girl fight and I am SO FAR out of my league with her it’s not funny! I watched her a few nights ago and she was take another girl APART! What is Joe thinking by not stuffing a sock in my mouth and shutting me up…or better yet…locking me in a FUCKING CLOSET??
WHAT AM I THINKING?
My nerves began to get the best of me as I could feel my arms and hands begin to tremble! I thought my knees were going to buckle! We got to the ring apron and suddenly I felt this almost savage churning in my stomach and I was hit instantly by nausea with the intensity I had never felt before! My stomach churned and my head was now spinning…ALONG WITH THE FUCKING ROOM! I felt sick at my stomach and I knew I had better act quickly! I immediately ran for the rest room over in the corner…shoved the door open with both hands… and practically DOVE into a stall! Before I knew it I was on my hand and knees praying to a porcelain god and puking my GUTS UP!!!! I finished “Unloading” myself, sat on my knees a few moments as I flushed the toilet and placed my hands on my face, my elbows resting on the edge of the toilet seat. I slowly got to my feet and walked over and bent over at the sink and began washing my hands and face, splashing the cool cold water over my face as I tried to snap out of it and regain my composure. I leaned over the sink and just breathed deeply for a few minutes. I then reached over and grabbed some paper towels and begin drying my face and mouth, looking in the mirror over the bunched up, wadded up towels that were pressed to my face. I closed my eyes a moment and then finally opened them, tossing the towels in the trash. I took a final look in the mirror, bit my lower lips and walked from the restroom, blinking, shaking my head.
WHAT THE FUCK WAS I DOING?
As I walked towards the bathroom door…there was Joe standing there as I walked out. Joe placed his right hand on my left shoulder and looked me sternly in the eyes,
“Harper…don’t you DARE fight that woman!”I looked at Joe and I blinked a few times before I answered simply,
“Why?”Joe looked at me and said,
“You have no business having a bare knuckle prize fight with HER!”“You’re NOT ready for someone of her skill level right now!”“Samantha would tell you the SAME thing!”I looked Joe and my gaze narrowed as I glared into his eyes,
“I make my own decisions Joe!”“Besides…Sam is out of town and I’m way over 21 years old and I DON’T need a note from her…DO I?”The tone in my voice told Joe I was more than just a little perturbed…
He then said…
”Just sayin…Sam wouldn’t be real happy about you going rogue like this”Suddenly…Michelle then walked up and her eyes met mine again…and those familiars shivers shot up my spine and goose bumps formed on my shoulders and arms as she asked me…
“Are you up for this” “I sure could use the work” “And from the looks of you…you could use some extra work yourself!” I chuckled after she spoke those last words…that seemed to disarm me for a moment. She turned around and as she did I extended my right arm out and shot her the middle finger and muttered to myself…
“BEOTCH”I turned and walked back to the ring apron, my apprehension growing exponentially with each step. I crawled under the bottom rope and over the ring apron onto the canvas. I stood up and as soon as I raised my eyes up I was facing HER.
Joe made the introductions,
“Harper, meet Michelle…Michelle…Harper!”
I reached out and took her hand in mine to shake and I felt her almost vice-like grip wrap around my hand and SQUEEZE it until the blood left it and moved its way up my arm! I took my hand back and turned and shook it back and forth to get some feeling back in it!
I looked at Joe…grimacing…as I slowly mouthed a choice word!
“SHIT!!!”JJoe looked at me and just rolled his eyes…shaking his head from side to side…then tossing his hands up above his head…and stifling a giggle!
I shrugged my shoulders at him and frowned…then I noticed Michelle looking at me…grinning…flashing those perfect white teeth…
And then she showed that “smile”. You know the one…we’ve all seen that fucking shit! It’s the one the spider gave the fly before “she” devoured it. The one the “predator” gives to its prey before she drags it back to her lair. I looked at her and before I had a chance to think I just blurted out…
“Well, I hope I can help you work off some of that BIG ass of yours”And as soon as I said it I just KNEW I had screwed up again!! God Harper, YOU AND YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!
I had watched her box several times and take apart the challenger each time…and now I was giving her an excuse to take me apart too!
I didn’t GIVE A SHIT!
It was time to take some drastic action and let my feelings be known!
“Okay!! That’s it!” I yelled out…slamming my fists a few times onto a nearby table like I was pounding a gavel and court was in session! My court!
”Listen up EVERYBODY!”I then jumped up on a chair and hopping up on the table and raisied my voice so it echoed throughout the whole gym… instantly gaining the attention of everyone in the place for reasons outside of my looks…
“It’s going to be THIS simple! This isn’t going to be about sexuality…or who’s got better tits or ass…as we all know that I DO so that’s a moot point…its not about what the FUCK school we went to or geography! It’s about ME versus Michelle and it’s about ME knocking that BITCH onto her FAT ass!!” I was on a roll!
God someone stop me before I KILL AGAIN!
I finished my ill advised rant through gritted teeth then I pointed the forefinger of my right hand straight at Michelle…then I turned my hand and pointed my right fore and index fingers back at my eyes…
There was dead silence in the gym…Michelle just tilted her head a bit to the side…her large dark eyes widening a bit…then suddenly narrowing as that wry smile came over her sexy lips.
I was familiar with her reputation but I was cocky and over confidant myself…maybe not a smart way to be in a bare-knuckle prizefight against someone like her. I had to do something though to ally my fears and push me into that ring. I felt once the fight started…I would be fine…and I honestly felt I could beat her. Hey…if I lost…what’s the worst that can happen? She puts me in the hospital? As long as I’m not in one of those fucking 20-year comas and I wake up and we’re all living on fucking Mars…I’ll survive!
I WANTED to beat her BAD!
Hell I’d be AWESOME!THE FIGHTThe day of the fight came and the club was in a bit of a festive uproar and all abuzz over the occasion!
I …on the other hand…kept asking myself….what in the Wide Wide World of FUCK had I gotten myself into?
The fight was to be in a large ballroom on top of Four Seasons Hotel in midtown Manhattan…that was becoming a very popular venue for these types of fights. I arrived in a limo at the front door of the hotel…smiling as a nattily clad doorman dressed like a French Admiral opened my door and welcomed me to the hotel. As he opened the door for me he said,
“Good luck Miss Morgan…if you would…please take the elevator to the penthouse and someone will meet you there…and take you to your dressing room”I walked to the elevator…pushed the button labeled “Penthouse”…and then waited…tapping my foot…arms crossed across my chest…as I nervously listened to the elevator “dings” as the car moved down closer and closer to the lobby where I stood. Somehow I felt like I was on Death Row…and I was waiting on my last meal to arrive.
“DING!”The elevator bell sounded so much like the fight bell in a boxing ring…I jumped out of my skin and even brought my fists up for a moment I was so startled!
I jumped as the elevator doors came open...and I walked in…pushing the penthouse floor button and standing back nervously as I watched the lights above the door…going to the back of the elevator and leaning back against the wall. I was always uncomfortable in elevators…I have to admit I have this crazy fear of heights…even in an elevator I was unrealistically afraid that they would fall…to the point of paranoia…but there was something especially unpleasant about this one…maybe it had more to do today with what I would be facing at the top…than the elevator ride itself.
I titled my head back…leaned it against the wall…and closed my eyes…the elevator music struggling to fill my ears with its mindless dribble…I listened as the elevator dinged with each passing floor…finally the loudest ding I had ever heard echoed in my ears as we hit the penthouse…
It was SHOW TIME…
As I walked out a very attractive brunette met me… about my height… who moved towards me and touched my forearm briefly…
“Ms Morgan?”“If you’ll follow me I’ll show you to your dressing room”The girl led me through a set of doors and down a long corridor. Now normally I would have been watching this girl’s sexy ass as it seemed to just shift from side to side enough as she walked to get my attention…but a million thoughts were racing through my mind at that point. The walls were covered in beautiful paintings and ornate crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Her stiletto heels clacked on the polished oak floor and echoed down the corridor as we made our way down the long hallway.
She stopped near the end of the hall and pulled opened a door. There…sitting in a chair…was Joe. I ran over and we gave each other a big hug…holding each other a moment…then I pulled back and looked at him.
“What are you doing here?”He smiled at me…his 72 year-old eyes twinkling…
“Did you think I’d leave my prize pupil all alone did you?”I smiled brightly and said,
“I’m glad you didn’t…I could use a little corner help”I saw the corners of Joe’s mouth turn up in a wry smile as he said,
“Oh I’ll be in your corner…and don’t worry…we have some great hospitals in the city…and the intensive care units are second to none!!”I glared at him and then we both busted out laughing…and God knows I needed a laugh…
I then looked in his eyes and said….
”Have you seen Samantha?”He hesitated a moment…his lower lip trembling…I knew the answer before he even spoke…
”No…I left her a message…but…I….don’t know”I glanced down at the floor…then I looked up and smiled at him…
”So let it be written…so let it be so”I wished she was here…I needed her…
I was so nervous…
I began removing my clothing…starting with my long sleeved demin shirt…as I pulled the shirttail from under my tight low rider jeans. I then let my long nimble fingers deftly begin unfastening each button starting from the top...the shirt spreading open a little more with each loose button and from the pressure of my firm pert upturned breasts...as more and more of my bare chest became visible as each button came free...my seductive inviting cleavage becoming more fully exposed...as another button comes open...then yet another...my breasts rising and falling as my chest heaves...my pulse quickening...as my breasts begin to cascade out...my full dry lips barely parting...the tip of my long wet sexy tongue sliding between my lips as I gently bite down on it...my other hand reaching up...loosening my pony tail....my long dark brown silky mane falling to my shoulders...feeling the silky strands drape over my shoulders and down my back...then...the last button on the shirt popping loose....
I turned and looked back at Joe and his eyes suddenly widened and he shrugged his shoulders…and said,
“Oh don’t let me stop you!”I bit my lower lip and stood up…placing my hands on my hips…trying to show a little righteous indignation…knowing it meant no difference to him…
Then he said…
“Hell I’ve seen you naked enough girl!”“I love women’s breasts. I love how they don’t blink when I stare at them.”“But I also know you need to be by yourself and do your pre-fight thing…so I’ll just be outside” With that Joe left the room…pulling the door shut behind him and leaving me alone with my thoughts. Next…with a look over my shoulder to ensure I actually had some privacy…I pulled my denim shirt down over my right shoulder and arm…and then off my torso…tossing it aside. I then reached behind me and unhooked my black bra and let it fall to my feet…letting my full…firm and pale breasts hang free. The stifling heat in the unventilated store room…along with my mounting trepidation …and increasing anxiety at the prospect of a brutal bare knuckle fight caused me begin to perspire profusely and my small pink nipples to stand out erect from the creamy flesh of my nicely rounded upturned breasts. I wiped my already sweaty forehead with the back of my right hand…then let my hands come down and cup my firm sexy tits. I then closed my eyes and sat back in my chair… letting my palms glide up over my breasts…my hard tingling nipples sliding between my fingers…my hands moving effortlessly over the thin wet sheen that coated my bare heaving chest and finally up over my shoulders.
I closed my eyes and took a few long…slow…deep breaths…then I began to visualize how the fight with her would go…how I would beat her…what my plan was. I did this before every fight…seeing in my mind’s eye how I’d fight…how I’d win. It never failed to give me confidence and ally a lot of the fears and apprehension I might have before a bout.
I finally took a final…long…slow deep breath…opened my eyes and dropped my hands to my lap as I sat in my chair…leaning back against the wall again…my head tilted upward as I took another long breath. I then sat up…reached down and unfastened my jeans and began shimmying then down over my hips and thighs…letting them fall to my feet as I bent over and reached down…pulling them over my boots and tossing the pants aside. I reached up and pulled the white tights off a hook on the wall and brought them down to my feet. I began pulling them over my feet… shimmying them up over my smooth and lightly muscled legs. I pulled the tights up over my hips and thighs…stretching them…fumbling around in search of the buttons …slowly fastening each until the waistline was tight against my taut muscled abs. I slid my feet into the pair of black boxing shoes and stretched the bottom of the tights down to the tops of my calves before finishing off the outfit by tying a red silk sash around my waist. A moment later there was a knock at the door and Joe walked in.
"Well Harper… you look every bit a champion prize-fighter to me." he said as his eyes wandered over my athletic frame.
He didn’t want to admit it to his prize pupil…but it was so sexy the way the almost silky tights drew his eyes to my feminine curves…my V-shaped torso and my full firm breasts as they hung from my chest as perfectly as if they had been chiseled from marble.
I stood up and looked at myself in the large mirror on the opposite wall as I reached up and began pulling my hair back…tying it off with a white silk ribbon into a long dark brown pony tail that reached down and hugged the contours of my spine.
I stared at my body in the mirror…admiring it. I was in good shape and I was ready! I looked at Joe and smiled….
“Let’s do this!”Joe took the white silk robe hanging on the back of the door and draped it over my shoulders as I shoved my arms through the oversized sleeves. I then tied off the sash in front and pulled it tight. We walked out the door and waiting for us was the same brunette who had escorted us earlier….
She smiled and said…
“Follow me Ms. Morgan”It had come time for the fight and the long walk to the ring seemed interminable…and my feet and legs suddenly seemed to get heavier with each step as I made my way through the assembled crowd and slowly climbed the stairs to the ring apron. I heard some words of encouragement as I made my way through the assembled throng…but it was strangely quieter than I expected. With the looks I was getting…I was beginning to feel strangely like a lamb being led to slaughter.
All of I thought was the words to the Stevie Ray Vaughn song….”Tightrope”
Caught up in a whirlwind…can't catch my breath
Knee deep in hot water…broke out in a cold sweat
Can't catch a turtle…in this rat race
Feels like I'm losin' time…at a breakneck pace
Afraid of my own shadow…in the face of grace
Heart full of darkness…spotlight on my face
There was love all around me…but I was lookin' for revenge
Thank God it never found me…would have been the end
Walkin' the tightrope, steppin' on my friends
Walkin' the tightrope, it was a shame and a sin
Walkin' the tightrope between wrong and right
Walkin' the tightrope both day and night
Lookin' back in front of me…the mirror's a grin
Through eyes of love I see…I'm really lookin' at a friend
We've all had our problems…that's the way life is
My heart goes out to others…who are there to make amends?
We've been walkin' the tightrope tryin' to make it right
Walkin' the tightrope, every day and every night
Walkin' the tightrope, bring it all around
Walkin' the tightrope from the lost to found
Walkin' the tightrope, stretched around the world
Walkin' the tightrope, save the boys and girls
Walkin' the tightrope, let's make it right
Walkin' the tightrope, do it, do it tonight
Walkin' the tightrope
And that night the audience was WILD! They stood behind the ropes shouting and cheering the bloody battles that played out for their entertainment. There had been 2 additional fights before mine and they evidently had whetted the appetite of the crowd. Big time bets were being placed and big money was swapping hands...way more than usual. A good time was going to be had by all...I just hoped it wouldn’t be at my expense!
I climbed up on the ring apron and reached down…grabbing the top rope…lifting it up…while Joe stepped down with his right foot on the middle one. I ducked my head down and swung first my right leg through the ropes…planting my right foot on the ring floor…then swinging my left leg over the middle rope and into the ring as I ducked my head down…straightening my tall frame once in the ring…bouncing lightly on my toes as I walked over to my corner…
The rules of the fight were pretty simple and followed those used in the old style Prize Ring bouts of the past. We would box topless and with our bare knuckles. A round ended with a woman downed by a punch…whereupon she was given 30 seconds to get up…and then to rest and given ten additional seconds to "come to scratch" or return to the center of the ring where what was called… a "scratch line" was drawn…this was simply usually a white line drawn with a piece of chalk. There she was to square off with her opponent once more.
When both boxers were set…the referee would yell “FIGHT!” This was the signal for both fighters to resume boxing. The fight would not end until one fighter “gave up” or couldn’t “make scratch” by the end of the 30-count…meaning you were…in essence…knocked out. There were no round limits to fights. It wasn’t uncommon to see bare knuckle bouts last 20 to 25 rounds…some would go even longer. No wrestling throws were to be allowed by agreement of the fighters…both fighters were to strictly use their fists only…although we both knew there would be the usual clinching and grappling. Otherwise…standard boxing rules applied.
Under no circumstances would the fight be stopped for any OTHER reason…I knew it…Michelle knew it…
I had become one of the local favorites in the club when it came to bare knuckle prize fighting and I felt confidant I could give this woman a run for her money. I had seen her fight before and I felt I had the skills and toughness to beat her…
Then again if I were able to beat her…I’d be the FIRST woman to do so.
II was fighting hard against myself to control my emotions…as Michelle made her way down the aisle…subjected to a string of approving catcalls and whistles from both men and women. A number of times she had to stop…surrounded by clusters of admiring people wanting to touch her…pat her on the back. She finally made it up to the ring apron…climbing through the ropes…moving around the periphery of the ring…bouncing lightly on her toes…raising her arms above her head as she faced the crowd in all four directions…acknowledging their cheers with that awesome sexy smile of hers. She then went to her corner and immediately wasted little time and began to remove her robe. She pulled the red silk sash of her black robe loose...bringing both her hands up and grasping the lapels and ever so slowly pulling each side of the robe back and apart...her cleavage first becoming visible...then finally her firm perky breasts coming into full view. She was like this tall brunette goddess…her body ripped and just so fucking perfect…her pert upturned breasts sat up firm and high on her chest. I admit I felt my insides quiver a little at the very site of this powerful woman before me.
She reached up and let her right hand first slide the robe down over her left shoulder...then down her upper arm...over her forearm and hand...then reaching up with her left hand and gingerly sliding the robe over her right shoulder...watching as it quickly slides down over her right arm and to the floor at her feet.
I watched every move Michelle made…and they all had one element in common…they were so smooth…so catlike…even the smallest…the simplest of ones. I watched her as she leaned her bare back against the padded corner turn buckle…draping her long arms over the ropes and propping a bare foot against the lower rope. She arched her back…thrusting her chest out…her firm upturned breasts jutting from her chest like chiseled marble…her small pinkish-brown nipples protruding from the center of her perfectly shaped mounds. Then I noticed…that for the first time…she was looking directly into MY eyes. I felt myself grow red in the cheeks as she studied me from head to toe…smiling slyly. Michelle then threw a few air punches in my direction and pounded her right fist into her left palm with a loud…SMACK! I felt my heart pound and I tried to look elsewhere for a moment…ANYWHERE but into those eyes of hers…but I could feel Michelle sizing me up and I HATED it!
I originally thought I was over confidant for the fight…but her looking into my eyes…the way her gaze just went THROUGH me like a laser…her large dark eyes moving up and down my body…and I ADMIT it…I was beginning to get a LITTLE intimidated…and Michelle knew it!
Oh hell…who was I kidding…I was A LOT intimidated!
I watched from my corner as a really handsome guy…basically a George Clooney look-a-like…climbed through the ropes and walked to the center of the ring. I recognized him as being one of the organizers and one of the members of the secret “Society” I had mentioned earlier. He slowly brought a microphone up to his mouth and began speaking…
“Ladies and gentlemen…welcome to our main event here at the inauguration of our new facility.” “We hope you have enjoyed the matches to this point and we hope even more that our “main event” lives up to its billing…and your expectations.”“This bout pits two women who are very accomplished prize fighters…two of the best…and I am sure they will show tonight why they have earned the reputations that they have”
“So without further adieu…let the games begin!!”
I stood in my corner…Joe rubbing my bare tense shoulders with his fingers as I rolled my neck and shoulders…trying to loosen up…he then whispered in my ear…
“
”Don’t worry…she’s human…I swear!”I laughed and turned my head to the side an whispered to him…
"With her face…even when she attempts to be sexy and charming…it really does come off as evil."The referee then called us to the center of the ring after we had removed our robes. Michelle wasted no time and quickly stepped to the middle of the ring first…then stopped as she smiled and lifted her arms out in front of her…her palms facing up as she curled her long slender fingers back towards her lithe body, beckoning to me in a “come hither” motion…or was it…simply the spider talking to the fly maybe?
I let Michelle play her little game…then I raised my arms out in front of me a I leaned my back against the corner ring post…and grinned as I raised the middle finger of both hands to an uproarious cheer from the crowd. Michelle tossed her head back and laughed out loud…then I grinned again and walked out to ring center...
Kate...our ref... then placed a hand on each of our bare shoulders…pulling us towards each other. We stood there…facing each other…our breasts…our hard tingling nipples were only an inch or so apart and we could feel the hot breath of each other flow over our facial features…and over our bare shoulders…the beads of perspiration collecting on our skin…which only served to enhance my arousal…and I suspected…Michelle’s too. The beads of perspiration were already forming and collecting on our toned bare shoulders…backs and chests…and were beginning to streak down our skin.
One thing that is different when two women fight…is there is that innate competition between them with regard to their bodies. Each fight was also not only a battle with bare fists…it was a battle of one woman’s body versus the others. It was like an unspoken…a quiet battle as to whose body would come out on top…whose body was the best. It was something only another woman could understand.
It seemed our referee…Kate…was thoroughly enjoying this “topless stare down” as she seemed to be holding us together indefinitely. I suspected she was doing this to whet the appetites of the paying patrons as we heard cries of from the audience the longer the start of the bout was delayed by her…
Screams of…
“LET’S GO…COME ON…LET THE BITCHES FIGHT!”“START THE FUCKING FIGHT ALREADY!”“COME ON…HIT HER HARPER!”“BUST THE FUCKING BITCH MICHELLE!”all filled the air…All this was accompanied by the expected wolf whistles and catcalls…arguments amongst patrons as to who had the best tits…the best abs…
With the bout about to start and our bodies so very close to together…the tension was unbearable. Both of us kept clenching and unclenching our bare fists as they hung at their sides and there were moments it appeared each of us wanted to lean in and start the fight with the other right then and there! I know I did! It was as if the hearts of both of us were straining to come up our throats!
All the while Michelle’s dark icy glare never left my eyes…her lips pursed…neither smiling nor frowning…Michelle just simply stared.
I was so nervous as I kept shifting my weight back and forth from one foot to the other …almost like a Sumo wrestler…gritting my teeth so tight I thought my molars might shatter…
After reviewing the fight rules with both boxers…Kate leaned down to the hard clay floor…took out a piece of chalk and drew a line across it. She then looked up at Michelle and her mind seemed to wander and her eyes lingered on Michelle’s heaving breasts for what seemed like an eternity before she finally stood up and pushed us apart a step and said…
“Now raise your fists and may the best girl win!”“And keep it CLEAN in the clinches!”I admired the rippled texture of Michelle’s strong stomach muscles…her abdominals rippling as she breathed deeply in anticipation of the match. The statuesque brunette’s firm…perky breasts lay mounted atop her chest with no sign of gravity taking its toll. I knew I was no slouch in the breast department either and I refused to be intimidated. I had spent months training hard and was quickly developing an impressive muscular definition over every inch of my body.
I thought to myself as I glared over at the spectacle that was…Michelle…then I decided what the hell…and I mouthed off one last time...yelling over the noise of the assembled crowd to her…
“My body is just as good as yours and our breasts are damn near equal.” ”In fact yours actually seem a little…..small!”“So… LET’S GET IT ON!” I winked at her… clenching my fists…rising up to her with my own height and arching my shoulders but I couldn’t erase the sudden look of anger in her expression.
God Harper!
Your mouth is going to get you KILLED some day!
Or like tonight maybe!
Michelle’s gaze suddenly narrowed as she heard my words…
She was serious now!
FUCK IT!
I stepped forward…maybe three feet separated me from Michelle at most. My white tights hugging my long legs and my sexy tight ass...contrasting against the tanned skin of my taut muscled abs. My bare chest glistening under the hot overhead ring lights...my firm perky tits jutting from my heaving chest...my small pink nipples almost pointing upward from my nickel sized areola...I stared a moment at her flat tummy…her skin-covered muscled abs sucking in and out with each rapid breath. I brought my arms up straight out in front of my glistening tits…my palms facing up. I then cocked my arms a little at the elbows and curled my long fingers into my palms tightly…forming tight fists that were growing tighter and tighter with each second...my short nails almost cutting into the soft skin of my palms as I spread my legs about shoulder width…my left foot out in front of my right…my small hard biceps forming up as my arms cocked out in front of me and my fists clenched. When Michelle took her fighting stance…her body seemed to visibly harden and tense up…like a steel spring…coiled with this intense concentrated energy…as the well-developed sinewy muscles of her bare shining torso became more visible.
I began to finally realize at that moment why she was so intimidating to other women. It wasn’t just her body…spectacular as it was… phenomenal though it was…it was her eyes!
It was the look she had…a look I rarely saw. She truly believed she was always going to win. She was absolutely certain of the “fact” and you could almost feel that confidence exude from her body…it was almost like a pheromone you really could smell…and that was intoxicating! Pheromones, for the uninitiated...and I am quoting an esteemed Nobel Prize winning author...are airborne and odorless molecules "emitted by an individual and cause changes in physiology and/or behavior of another individual. Pheromones have been known to influence things such as sexual activity and aggression. However, whether or not these chemicals affect…or even exist in humans… has been a subject for debate among scientists. Since pheromones are not detectable by the human sense of smell…scientists believe that pheromones are sensed by the vomeronasal organ (VNO) located inside the mouth or nose. Recent genetic research has shown the possibility of a receptor in the nose that could sense pheromones.
WHEW!
And that…is your awesome science fact for the day from your all purpose author…
And right at this moment…this ring was saturated with pheromones!
Michelle grinned at me with that shit eating grin (where in the hell did that expression EVER come from?) as she watched me bring my hands up and assume my boxer’s stance. She almost seemed to be taunting me as she casually reached up with both hands and pulled her chocolate brown hair back into a tight ponytail…tying it off with a red ribbon…flexing her small hard biceps and chest as she did so. She then mimicked my movements…bringing her own long arms up and out in front of her chest…then slowly curling her hands into tight fists…her hard knuckles turning more and more white as her fists clenched… facing me as she let her arms drop down a little…her lethal knuckles now just level with her firm shapely tits.
As we both set ourselves in our fighting stances…the referee suddenly yelled out…
“Round 1...FIGHT!”DING DING!!TO BE CONTINUED
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