How Much Can She Take? Neighbor vs. Neighbor
By: Supporturgoddess
WHOMP! A fist drives deep into a beautiful, firm belly. WHAP! The fist is returned. A pretty blonde and a gorgeous brunette trade punches. They began with confident sneers and eyes blazing with hate, but now their eyes are filled with tears and pain. Their faces are red from the blows they have taken. Breasts heave and stomachs pout, as each girl fights to force air into her lungs. Their shapely legs have turned to limp spaghetti, and their ankles are like jelly. Nose to nose, they stumble over each other’s feet and over their own, as they struggle to stand. Their arms have grown so heavy they can barely lift them to throw their last, desperate blows. They have fought a long, hard battle, but both know the fight of their lives is coming to an end. Each woman is equally determined to be left standing in victory over the devastated and humiliated loser. Around them, a small but vocal group of friends and neighbors cheer them on. There are witnesses. The loser will not be able to deny her defeat. The blonde’s fist digs into the brunette’s side. The sexy brunette lets out a high-pitched squeal. In her cry, everyone seems to hear her ask, ‘I’ve given you all I’ve got. Why won’t you go down?’ She retaliates with a sledgehammer of a fist, which caves in the blonde’s cute belly. The blonde tosses her head back, letting out a short cry of anguish. With her cry she seems to plead, ‘Somebody stop the fight! I can’t take anymore!’ In the end, however, neither woman will back down. One girl will be left lying at the other’s feet, beaten and humiliated, handed a defeat she will never live down. The winner will know the greatest triumph of her life. Soon both women and all their friends and neighbors will know for certain who the better woman truly is.
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The events that led to this epic battle won’t take long to tell. It began when I took a job in a new town. Shortly before the end of October, I moved into a house halfway down a dead-end street at the edge of town. I was busy unloading boxes from the back of a rented moving van, when I felt a tap on my back. I turned and saw a pretty, 5’2” blonde standing behind me, holding a tray of cookies.
“Hi, neighbor,” she said, sweetly. “I just dropped by to introduce myself. I’m Sue Andrews. I live at the end of the street.”
I glanced down at the house she pointed to. Several houses had a few simple decorations out for Halloween, but HER property was covered end-to-end with fake cobwebs, ghosts, and various other handmade decorations.
She offered me the tray of homemade cookies. “I guess I’m the local welcoming committee.”
I teased, “You’re a committee of one?”
She stepped back and assumed a pose, hands on hips, chest out, and smirking ear-to-ear. She gave me a playful little swat to my shoulder, her wrist limp. Now I won’t pretend to be a ladies man, but I know when someone is flirting with me, and she was!
I noticed a heavy bag hanging from the ceiling of her open garage, the kind of large, heavy bag boxers use in training. Sue didn’t seem capable of punching the top off a dandelion. I assumed she didn’t live alone, but if so, why would she flirt with me? Curious, I tried to get answers through a roundabout approach.
“That’s quite a display in your yard. Did you do all the work yourself…or did your husband help?”
“I’m not married,” she said, quickly. “I’m not even seeing anyone. My Ex wasn’t the artistic type.”
Well, the revelation of an ex-boyfriend explained the boxing equipment. She had been in an awful hurry to stress that she was single…and available. Yes, she was definitely interested. I watched her trot back to her home. My new neighbor had sparkling blue eyes, a sweet smile, sexy little legs, a fabulous figure and a tight little bottom. I was definitely going to like my new home!
If Suzy came as a delightful surprise, what happened the next morning nearly blew me out of my socks!
I woke at the crack of dawn. I had just finished showering and had only started my breakfast, when the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, my jaw dropped open. An absolutely stunning brunette stepped up so close to me that I felt her breath on my face. She spoke in a raspy but very sexy voice.
“I think your delivery man left this at my house by mistake.” She handed me a package with my address on it. “My name’s Crystal Kean. I live in the big house across the street.”
I could barely even speak! Crystal stared at me through sizzling green eyes, her waist-length, shiny black hair flowing over her shoulders and dangling down her back. She appeared to be completely nude, except for the black fur coat she wore. Her coat must have cost a fortune. She wore it loosely over her shoulders, so her deep naval and most of her impressive breasts showed. Unsure if she had even bothered to tie the front of her coat together, I was afraid to look down, unsure of what I might see! She was obviously nude, except for that black coat! I knew at once Crystal was the kind of woman who knew she drove men absolutely wild, and she enjoyed it!
She winked. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”
I watched her turn and walk back to her huge house.
I was DEFINITELY going to like my new home!
I saw more and more of both girls, especially Sue. Everywhere I went, every time I turned around, there she was. When I came home from work, I’d find her waiting for me, sitting on my steps. I’d open my door bright and early on a Saturday morning and find Sue standing there. Sue was trying hard…maybe too hard. In a way it was cute, but I felt a little smothered. She wanted to manage every second of my time! Don’t misunderstand me. Sue was a sweet girl…a V-E-R-Y sweet girl. She was like Santa Claus and The Easter Bunny rolled into one. Imagine a young Reese Witherspoon (Except with a small chin and NONE of the confidence), then add a tiny, high-pitched voice like Lacey Chabert’s. That’s not exactly right, but hopefully you get the picture.
Sue insisted we spend Thanksgiving together. She had our day planned from start to finish. I was both amazed and flattered by the astonishing spread she put out. She must have spent her last dime and all of the previous night working on it. Various dishes covered half-dozen tables. She prepared even more food in her kitchen. I knew she wanted everything to be perfect. That was the word that best described her. She was a perfectionist. Every tiny detail had to be just right. I came to understand that when, after a splendid meal, she went back into the kitchen to get a bowl of berries. She somehow tripped and dropped the dish. It broke, sending the berries rolling all over the floor. Suzy hit the roof! She cursed herself, calling herself stupid, clumsy, inept, along with several words I never thought I’d hear coming from her sweet little mouth! I almost laughed, but then, after a few seconds of silence, I heard sniffling. I went into the kitchen. Although she tried hard to hide it, she was crying! The poor little angel thought she had somehow ruined Thanksgiving dinner…just by spilling one bowl of berries. I suddenly realized just how hard she was trying to impress me. She thought she had to be perfect.
Sue was adorable, but that sort of thing can lose its charm in a hurry. Sue’s springs were wound so tightly she could go off at any moment. She was a ticking time bomb. She had me walking on eggshells!
Crystal was very different. She didn’t care about details or schedules. She liked to live in the moment. We only had a few brief conversations, but Crystal’s sex appeal, confidence, and technique could do in minutes what would take Sue hours to achieve. Crystal was getting to me, and she knew it. She was incredible! Ever the exhibitionist, Crystal walked around in her house in the nude, leaving her window shades open just enough for her neighbors to get tantalizing glimpses of her supple splendor. What little I could see of the brunette’s pale body almost had me drooling. She was just as beautiful as Sue, but much sexier. Think Shannen Doherty at her absolute best, mixed with a little Rose McGowan. Again, that’s not a perfect description, but it gives you some idea of what Crystal was like. Although only a couple of inches taller than Sue, she worked her body in ways that made her legs and mid-section seem to go on forever. Cool, aloof, and always in control, Crystal effortlessly approached the perfection Sue worked so hard for. Crystal often came out of her house wearing only that fur coat, walking around barefoot in the snow as if her will could even overcome the forces of nature. She clearly liked to tease her male neighbors. It was easy to understand why every man in town wanted her.
One cool December evening I took my time nailing Christmas lights along the fence around my property, using it as an excuse to leer at Crystal through her half-open curtains.
“Enjoying the show?”
I spun. My neighbor to the south, a retired gentleman named Keeshan, walked up to me.
“Yeah, she’s really something, isn’t she? She’s better than Viagra. So, have you paid a visit to The Broken P Ranch yet?”
“The what?”
He laughed. “That’s what we call that big old house she lives in. See, back in the old days, cowboys took fiery young bucking broncos to ranches and rode them until they broke their spirits. They rode them until those stallions accepted their masters’ commands. Word has it Crystal is good…VERY good. She’s so good no man has lasted the night with her. Oh, she’ll give you the night of your life, but she’ll demand more and more until you can’t go on. She’ll ride you until you have to beg her to stop and admit your not man enough to satisfy her. Once-proud men stagger out of her doors in the middle of the night, humbled and broken. She gets off on being too much for any man to handle. Her men are left to get by with gals more in their league.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Speaking of which, you’ve been spending a lot of time with little Suzy, haven’t you?”
“You know her?”
“We went to school together.”
“Was she always so….”
“Needy? Clingy? Yeah, she was. Sue’s a dreamer whose dreams never come true. She builds up grandiose expectations, and then when she can’t reach her goals, it breaks her heart. See, she’s always had very low self-esteem. She thinks she has to be as good as or better than everyone at everything, or no one will like her. She expects too much from herself. When some of her friends joined the varsity swim team, Sue tried out, determined to prove she was as good as they were and could belong in their group. The problem was that she was a weak swimmer. During try-outs, she got halfway across the lake and ran out of steam. She almost drowned. Some of her co-workers signed on to run a marathon to raise money for charity. Desperate to be one of the gang, Sue signed up. Long after everyone else had finished, someone realized Sue hadn’t crossed the finish line. They found her just past the half-way point, trembling like a leaf at roadside, literally crawling, still trying to finish. She refused to give up, even when she had no chance of making it.
“All of her boyfriends have left her for other women. She feels terribly inadequate, so she overcompensates by pushing herself too hard. She bites off more than she can chew, and then she chokes on it. She won’t give up, even if she can’t win. Her mouth is always writing checks her body can’t cash. She doesn’t know when to quit. She tries so hard….”
The man walked off, shaking his head.
So there it was. I faced a stark choice. On the one hand there was pretty Sue, the cute little blonde who definitely wanted a long-term relationship but whose confidence was so fragile that she would keep me walking on eggshells, trying to keep her from crumbling emotionally. On the other hand was Crystal, a girl just as pretty and far sexier than Sue, but a girl to whom I’d never be more than one in an endless line of conquests, just another notch on her bedpost.
I needed to get away from both of them, so I headed for a local bar. The place was bustling, but I was a stranger in town. I was surprised to spot an old friend from the town I had come from. Phillip Turner was the ultimate hound in search of a fox, a ladies man extraordinaire. He changed girlfriends as often as some guys change their socks. The ladies loved him. If anyone could give me advice regarding my women trouble, he could.
I took the barstool beside his. “I never expected to see YOU here.”
Phillip grinned and raised his shot glass. “What are you doing here?”
“I took a job in town. What’s your story?”
“I grew up here,” he replied. “I’m in town to visit my family over the holidays.” He studied my face for a moment. “You look like a man with a problem.”
I told my old friend about Crystal and Sue.
Phillip leaned back. “Take my advice, pal. I’ve been with hundreds of women. I know Sue’s type. She looks all cute and vulnerable and makes you feel sorry for her. It’s a trap. Unless you’re ready to devote your life to making her happy, unless you’re really, deeply in love with her, get out while you can. Crystal’s the better bet. She’s not playing you. You know from the start what she’s all about. She’ll give you the night of your life, pal. Besides, who knows? Maybe you’ll finally be the man who can satisfy her.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, sure! Do you really think that after all those other guys…?”
Phillip shrugged. “It sounds to me like all you need is something to bolster your confidence. You’ll never know unless you try, right? At the least, you’ll have the best night of your life!”
I went home and thought hard about my old friend’s advice. It was all I could think about that week.
Things finally reached the boiling point that weekend. Sue, of course, was working hard to have a perfect Christmas. She threw herself into planning an elaborate holiday party. She invited all her friends and everyone on the street…everyone except Crystal. The party was such a success that I felt sure it would even meet Sue’s expectations. Neighbors complimented her on her cooking and on her decorations. Sue was beaming that night, wearing a smile almost too big for her face. I had never seen her so happy. I was happy for her. Everything was going great…until….
Crystal arrived. Apparently she didn’t think she needed an invitation. She threw her black fur coat on Sue as though Sue was a coat rack. Crystal wore a classic little black dress with a V-cut in the front cut dangerously low below the naval. The dress barely held in her impressive breasts. Though only a couple of inches taller than Sue, she wore six-inch heels, which made her look taller. Crystal didn’t like being the only one on the street who didn’t get invited to the party. She took Sue’s snub very personally. She wasn’t about to let the little blonde get away with it.
Crystal quickly pushed Sue into the shadows, stealing the spotlight from Sue in Sue own home, at Sue’s own party! She mocked and belittled everything about the party that perfectionist Sue had worked so hard on.
She wrinkled up her nose. “The food is terrible, isn’t it? Ah, well, the poor little thing did her best. She doesn’t have much money. You know she can’t attract a good man, and even the losers she manages to hook always leave her before long.”
Though Crystal talked to other guests, she used a voice loud enough for Sue to overhear. The extremely volatile blonde stewed. Her ears were on fire and her blood boiled. Crystal went on and on and on, until Sue just couldn’t take anymore.
Sue stormed up to Crystal, fists clenched. She shouted, “If my party’s so awful, why are you here? You weren’t invited!”
“You should thank me for coming,” replied Crystal. “If I wasn’t here, most of these people would have left by now.”
Sue shook with rage. “My party was going just fine before you got here! We don’t need you here. I can throw a party myself, thank you very much! I didn’t invite you. You’re trespassing! I could call the police!”
Crystal stood nose-to-nose with Sue. “A real woman wouldn’t need the police. Why don’t YOU try to throw me out?”
Sue shouted, “Don’t think I can’t do it!”
“Id love to see you try!” Crystal stepped forward, bumping her chest into Sue’s and forcing her to step back.
Sue pushed Crystal back, hard. A hush fell over the room.
Crystal picked up the punch bowl and dumped it over Sue’s head! Sue screamed in fury!
“That’s it!” Sue wailed. “If you want a fight, then let’s fight!”
Sue charged recklessly. Crystal side-stepped her, tripping Sue down to the carpet. Sue looked up, breasts heaving.
Crystal snarled. “Oh, you’d love me to fight you like this, wouldn’t you? You know this dress is so tight I can barely move. Besides, you’ve already threatened to call the police, haven’t you?” Crystal looked right at me. Sue followed her eyes, looking at the brunette looking at me.
Crystal said, “If you r-e-a-l-l-y want to fight, then issue a formal challenge in front of all these witnesses, so when I flatten your little Barbie-doll butt, you won’t be able to press charges.”
Sue’s pride wouldn’t let her back down, especially in front of me.
Sue shouted, “You’re on! I challenge you to a real fight! My Ex left some boxing equipment in the garage. We’ll meet back here next Friday night. I’ll show you!”
Crystal looked down at Sue, still sitting up on the carpet at her feet. “You’d better get the name of a good doctor. By the time I’m through with you, you’re going to need one!”
Sue’s pride and ego got her into a fight I doubted she could win. She was in good shape, but she wasn’t in Crystal’s league. Sue told me again and again how she would really hurt Crystal if they fought. She kept saying that she’d understand if I stopped the fight…so Crystal wouldn’t get hurt. Obviously, Sue was the one looking for a way out. Maybe I should have stopped it, but I knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I wanted to see them fight! Hey, I hadn’t set it up. This was their idea! I couldn’t wait! I only hoped it wouldn’t end too soon. From my perspective, the longer it lasted the better!
The upcoming fight was the talk of the neighborhood. training. Crystal seemed utterly unconcerned. Night after night men came, and each left a few hours later, spent and humbled. In the evenings, I saw Sue out in her garage, skipping rope and punching the heavy bag. She acted as though she was training for a championship match! Once she realized she had no way out, she threw herself headlong into her training. She was absolutely determined to win. Sue had put her pride and her reputation on the line. She always tried so hard to prove herself worthy, and this was the ultimate test. I knew if she lost in front of her friends and neighbors…and in front of me…it would destroy her.
The night of the fight arrived. A small group of about twenty friends and neighbors squeezed into Sue’s garage. Ever the perfectionist, Sue had taken three bright, yellow ropes and nailed them from wall to wall at different heights. She repeated this four times, so the ropes crossed and formed a crude boxing ring. Sue entered the garage first, bouncing on her toes and shadow boxing, giving the cheering crowd a smirking, confident smile. There was no doubt in her mind that she would dominate Crystal and win a quick victory. Sue wore a bright blue bra-style bikini top. Her shoulder blade-length, blonde hair danced on her bare shoulders. She wore white tennis shoes with no socks and shiny blue boxer-style shorts which matched her shiny, bright blue boxing gloves.
Crystal entered the garage to equal cheers but far more whistles than Sue got. Crystal’s much longer, black hair swept down over her bare shoulders and fell down her back. She wore a black bikini top and tiny red shorts meant to show off her longer legs. She wore dark red gloves, along with what appeared to be professional boxing boots, you know, the kind that reach above the ankles and lace up the front.
The ladies had agreed on a neighbor woman to serve as judge, referee, and time keeper. She introduced them.
“Ladies and gentlemen, fighting out of the east corner, she stands 5’2” tall and weighs in at 107 lbs, Miss Sue ’The Stinger’ Andrews!”
The crowd laughed and cheered.
“Her opponent, fighting out of the west corner, she stands 5’4” and weighs in at 1i9 lbs, ‘Killer’ Crystal Kean!”
The small crowd roared.
The ref went over some rules which neither girl paid any attention to. The referee’s only real job was to stand outside the ropes and count a girl when she was down. There would be no breaks, no standing counts, and no three-knockdown rule. This would be a fight to the finish until one girl went down and staid down! The girls had agreed to fight ten rounds, each lasting three minutes. Three men fawned all over Crystal, as she sat on her stool in her corner, posing sexily for the onlookers. Sue had asked me to be in her corner. I couldn’t turn her down. Sue sat on her stool in her corner, confident, eager for action. She wanted to show her stuff! She blushed, as I slipped her mouth guard in. She looked up at me, hit her gloves together, and stood.
The bell rang. Round One began!
Sue bounced energetically on her toes. Crystal came out slowly…methodically….
Sue spoke in a garbled voice. “Last chance, Crystal. Do you want to back down and apologize, or do I have to--”
“Shut up and fight,” Crystal replied. “It’s time I kick your little Barbie butt!”
The crowd laughed. Insulted, Sue jabbed. Crystal fired a hard hook, but Sue showed surprisingly good footwork, dancing away from most of it. Suddenly Crystal stepped in and fired two lightning fast jabs to Sue’s breasts. Sue cried out in pain, wrapped her arms around her chest, and staggered away. When Sue turned her back, Crystal slapped a red glove to Sue’s hips. The crowd laughed at Sue and cheered Crystal on. Sue looked back over her shoulder at her foe through narrow eyes. Embarrassed, Sue charged in and the two traded short, chopping punches. Sue winced and tried to back off. Crystal moved with her, bullying her against the ropes. Sue did a pretty good job of covering up, so Crystal just took what was available. She fired low, slamming red gloves into Sue’s thighs and reaching behind the blonde to pound Sue’s hips. Sue cried out her protests, but the inexperienced ref allowed the below-the-belt blows. Sue was trapped, taking dozens of blows for over a minute. Sue’s face drew tight and turned faintly purple, but suddenly she fired a low blow of her own, slamming a blue glove into Crystal’s upper, inner thigh, dangerously close to the brunette’s womanhood. Crystal cried out in both pain and fear, and reeled back all the way to the adjacent ropes. Ever confident, Sue raced in, and marched straight into a right cross that almost floored her. Crystal fired a roundhouse fist, but Sue ducked most of it. Crystal’s red glove merely slid across Sue’s head. The two turned into a toe-to-toe battle, exchanging vicious sneers, slugging it out even after the bell rang. We had to pull them apart!
I sat Sue down in her corner and tried to calm her down. She kept insisting she had won the round, though everyone else knew Crystal had taken it. Still, it had been close. Sue was holding her on, but expending a lot of energy to do it. She breathed hard and fast, and her heart was racing. Frankly, I was in a similar state! I couldn’t wait to see more!
Round Two began. Crystal was flat-footed, but Sue was still up on her toes, full of energy. Sue flew around the sexy brunette like a little hummingbird, hovering in one spot just long enough to pepper Crystal with fast, stinging jabs. Crystal threw a few roundhouse blows, but fast-footed Sue danced away from them. The next time Crystal missed with a big swing, Sue worked up under it and dug a blue glove into Crystal’s ribcage. The sexpot shuddered! Busy bee Sue danced round and round the brunette, firing jabs and hooks. Now it was Crystal covering up. Sue landed hard blows to Crystal’s arms; blows I knew would weigh on Crystal in a long fight. Suzy was taking the fight to Crystal, and Crystal was shocked. She had completely underestimated the determined blonde, and that overconfidence was costing her. The bell rang. If Crystal had squeaked a win in round one, Sue had clearly won round two!
Sue was a little chatterbox in her corner, grinning up at me and saying, “I’ve got her on her heels! She’s on the ropes! All I have to do is finish her!”
I WAS impressed, but I told her, “Be careful! You’re winning, but only on points. You haven’t really hurt her! She’s still dangerous! You’re wasting way too much energy. Save something for later!”
I knew she wasn’t listening. She wanted to take her rival out! I was impressed by her power, her footwork, but most of all by her courage and determination.
Round Three began. Sue flew all around the ring. She was a blur, a tornado of wild swings and quick jabs. Crystal took some hard shots, but I saw what she was doing. Crystal always marched quickly to center ring at the bell, forcing Sue to dance around her. By keeping her position in the middle of the ring, she was making Sue work hard for every blow she landed. The blonde kept popping the brunette with jabs, but now the brunette landed hard body shots. Suddenly Crystal sent a red glove rocketing into Sue’s side. Sue’s eyes clamped shut, and her face drew tight. A second blow dug in even deeper. Sue cried out in pain. The blow caved in Sue’s side, making her bend sideways at the waist. Sue tried to back away on her heels. Crystal slammed a thunderous roundhouse punch into the pit of Sue’s stomach. Sue sprayed a cloud of spit. Her hips wobbled, and her ankles turned to jelly. She looked at me, her eyes huge and her face slightly green. A left cross sent her reeling across the makeshift ring. She sat down on the ropes directly in front of me, her hips curling back over the rope. Sue cringed, as Crystal sent fist after fist into Sue’s stomach. Sue had no way to stop it or to defend herself. Mercifully, the bell rang.
Sue fell back onto the stool in her corner. She had lost round three and was lucky to have lasted to the bell. She looked up at me through blank eyes, dazed and light-headed from the beating she had taken.
I told her, “She’s wearing you out! You can’t let her keep the center of the ring. Make HER dance! Make HER keep moving. Throw jabs to her face. When she gets angry, she throws high swings at you head. When she does, duck under them and come up under her swings.”
Round Four started with Crystal taking the center of the ring. Sue would have to fight her for it. Sue looked back over her shoulder at me and nodded. She took my advice. She jabbed flat in Crystal’s face. Those speedy punches had little behind them, but Crystal was eating Sue’s fists, losing points, and getting mad. As expected, Crystal started throwing huge swings. Sue ducked low and came up under a wild swing, landing a smacking uppercut under Crystal’s chin! Crystal reeled back on her heels, falling against the ropes, her arms spreading out along the top rope to keep her up. Sue took the obvious target, working the body. Crystal yelled in obvious pain, but she clenched and then just shoved Sue off her. Crystal escaped the ropes, but now Sue owned the middle of the ring. Now the bigger, slower girl had to do all the work, making wide, flat-footed circles, while Sue merely pivoted. The more Sue made Crystal work, the more labored Crystal’s breathing became. Sue stepped back and fired a mean whopping blue glove into Crystal’s left breast, almost flattening it. Crystal let out a hoarse, high-pitched cry. The crowd cheered for Sue, but the wicked blow lit a fire in the brunette. Crystal willingly accepted a few vicious punches, in order to get in close. Then the two beauties stood toe-to-toe, trading mean, digging body blows. Suddenly Crystal’s arms sped into blurs, as she pistoned red gloves into Sue’s belly. Sue cried out again. Her legs shook violently. Red gloves stabbed into the little blonde’s exposed sides, bending her one way and then the other. Sue next short, high-pitched scream was full of fear. She couldn’t get Crystal off her! Crystal worked up and under the stooping blonde, lifting Sue up to her toes with each brutal blow to her belly. Crystal hit her again and again, and then she stepped back and watched, smugly, as Sue crumpled to the floor.
The crowd went wild! A count began. Sue hugged her waist, her face twisted from pain. At the 5 count, she looked up at me through teary eyes. Her pride wouldn’t let her stay down. She got up at the count of eight. The round ended with Sue sitting back on the ropes, with Crystal pounding away at the blonde’s stomach.
The girl who staggered towards me wasn’t the confident ball of energy who had started the fight. Crystal had pounded Sue’s abs into pudding. Though a thin girl, Sue’s once tight stomach now hung down over the band of her boxing shorts. She couldn’t fully straighten out while on her stool in her corner. I barely got her on her feet by the time the bell sounded.
Round Five began. Sue tried to keep the center ring, trying to make Crystal work. Sue paid a price. I’d been told that Sue’s pride often had her mouth writing checks her body couldn’t cash. This was such a case. She had challenged a bigger, tougher woman to a fight. She couldn’t back down, especially in front of me. Sue put absolutely all she had into those first few rounds. It was enough to make her competitive, even enough for her to win a round…but she just wasn’t woman enough to go ten rounds with Crystal. Crystal was breathing hard, leaning on the ropes and sucking wind, but I knew if Crystal had one thing going for her, it was her legendary stamina. The human sex machine’s endurance was legend. Crystal expected to go ten full rounds. Sue had gambled on an early win. Sue was rapidly tiring.
Crystal had Sue on the ropes, pounding away at the blonde’s sides and taking an occasional shot at the side of her hips. Whenever Sue tried to protect those areas, Crystal hammered at Sue’s weakening arms. Sue could barely even keep her aching arms up! Sue fell forward into a clench. Sue’s face pressed between Crystal’s breasts, as she tried to wrap the brunette up. The crowd booed Sue. Crystal dragged the blonde to mid ring. The brunette wrapped one glove around behind the blonde’s neck and pulled her in, while shoving the other glove up under Sue’s nose to smother her. Sue couldn’t breathe! Desperate for air, Sue pulled away and stepped back, unintentionally creating separation. Crystal instantly lit Sue up with a crashing punch flat in Sue’s mouth. Sue’s mouthpiece flew out. She crashed down flat on her back, spread eagle on the floor! She hit her so hard she knocked her completely out of one shoe! Sue was helpless, eyebrows fluttering, all but out cold! Crystal leaned back, elbows over the top rope, sucking in air. I shouted “Get up!” The count continued! At the five count, Sue looked around, confused. At six, her eyes popped open wide, as she realized what was happening! Her blue gloves flopped over the bottom rope, as she fought to rise. I whispered, “Get up, Sue! Get up!” She reached her feet at the count of nine.
The ref asked me if I, as her corner man, wanted to stop the fight. Sue looked at me, her eyes huge. Crystal was beating her…badly. Sue seemed to give me a tiny, nod, as if wanting me to throw in the towel to end it. I could salvage what little remained of Sue’s pride by stopping the fight, since she could then claim she would have fought on if I hadn’t stopped it. You can’t imagine the look of shock, hurt, and even betrayal in her huge blue eyes when I said I wanted it to go on! I knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I wanted it to last as long as possible. I wanted there to be a clear winner and loser. Crystal pounded Sue against the ropes. The bell mercifully ended the brutal beat down.
I had to help the trembling blonde to her stool. I opened her mouth to see if she had bitten her tongue after her mouth guard flew out. She was all right. Her pretty little pink tongue was about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I replaced her mouthpiece. I then reached down and used one finger as a shoe horn, cramming her shoe back onto her foot.
Sue looked at me with heartbroken eyes. She expected me to save her, but instead, I was making her go back into a fight she couldn’t win, just so I could keep the fight going!
I whispered, “Stop wasting your punches. Go for her face or her gut. Ignore the rest. Remember, the face and the gut!”
Round six started. Crystal began by chesting Sue into the ropes, where she dug her red gloves deep into poor Sue’s sides, sending Sue twisting and bending sideways with each shot. She peppered Sue’s red, raw face with quick jabs. Sue pulled along on the ropes, desperate to escape. Defeated but too proud to go down, sobbing Sue turned her back in the corner. Crystal sneered and savaged Sue with punches to her kidneys. The inexperienced ref let it go.
Someone shouted at me. “For pity sake, man, throw in the towel before she kills her!”
I refused. I just had to see more!
A red glove slammed to Sue’s face. She collapsed! It was over! Sue was a blubbering mess. Sue looked around, crying but silent. She didn’t WANT to get up. Sue was sure to be counted out, when I did the unthinkable. I looked down at Sue and shouted, “Are you just going to lie there at Crystal’s feet? Maybe she IS better than you could ever be!”
My neighbors booed. I can’t describe the heartbreak, the emotional agony on Sue’s face. Sue’s tears poured. Her eyes seemed to ask ’Why? Why are you doing this to me?’ She had taken this fight largely to impress me. Despite her pain, despite trembling in weakness, she struggled to get up on rubber legs, just before the bell rang.
We had nothing to say to each other in the break. Sue’s eyes were swelling shut. Her nose trickled blood and her bottom lip was cut. Aching and bruised, she was still desperate to prove herself. She desperately wanted me to stop the fight, but she wouldn’t admit it. She wouldn’t quit. She would keep fighting, to the bitter, bitter end.
Round Seven began. Late in the fight, both women plodded to center ring. Both girls were exhausted, sucking in air. Bellies heaved and arms grew heavier and heavier. Crytal dangled her arms down by her sides. Sue slammed her glove deep into Crytal’s sweat-moistened belly. Crystal let out a surprisingly harsh shout! Just as Sue’s hopes rose, Crystal gave her a wicked head butt. Sue rolled back on her heels. Crystal then reached in and dug her fingernails into Sue’s nose, scratching through her timeworn, red glove and flaying the already tender, red flesh on Sue’s nose! Sue let out a mad scream and fell, covering her nose and stomping the floor in protest. The ref warned Crystal and took away points. Mercifully, she also ended the round early.
Sue looked up at me in tears, her blue gloves pointing to her bloody nose. Her tear-filled eyes seemed to tell me she was finished, begging me to let her stop. I carried her to her corner. Her nostrils flared, as she desperately fought for every breath. She didn’t want to have to surrender in front of me, but she just couldn’t take anymore punishment.
Sue sobbed, “I’m sorrrrrriiieee! I can’t…. I just can’t….”
I shouted, “Yes you can! You can’t quit yet! Get in there and fight!”
The floodgates opened in Sue’s eyes. She let out a tiny, long, high-pitched whine. She looked up at me, heart broken, seemingly asking, “Do you want to see her kill me? Do I have to get my head beaten in before you understand how much I love you?”
Sue stood on jelly feet and spaghetti legs. She looked like a condemned prisoner, taking the final walk of doom.
Round Eight began. Both women were dripping sweat and gasping for air. Crystal swung and missed. Sue lunged and hit Crystal’s stomach. Again, Crystal let out a harsh cry, but she responded in kind. Crystal swung again just as Sue doubled over from the first blow. Crystal missed. Sue came up and under Crstal’s swing and slammed a wild punch flat into Crystal’s slender nose! Blood spattered. Crystal screamed! The brunette ran squawking around the ring, sounding like some exotic bird. Suddenly shock and fear appeared on Crystal’s face! She cowered, covering up in a corner! Sue’s blue eyes widened, as if asking, ‘Did I do that?’
I shouted, “The body! The body!”
Sue sent rapid-fire gloves into Crystal’s mouthwatering midsection. I had seen Crystal leaning against the ropes, sucking in air. I knew she was tiring. I had kept Sue’s focus on working on Crystal’s belly and face. Sue had finally bloodied Crystal’s nose, keeping her from breathing through it. Sue’s belly punching had Crystal’s stomach tied in knots. She couldn’t get a deep breath!
I yelled, “Switch, Sue! Switch!”
Sue suddenly fired straight up, landing a hard blue glove under Crystal’s chin. The uppercut sent Crytal’s head snapping back! Crystal fell flat on her back at Sue’s feet!
Sue stared down in disbelief! The crowd went wild! Crystal got up at the five count, but Sue was all over her until the bell rang.
Across the ring in the opposite corner, Crystal was panicking. Her voice was high-pitched and hoarse. She cursed Sue, the referee, and her corner men, as they tried uselessly to stop her nose from bleeding.
Sue was in a state of shock. She drooled her mouthpiece out into my hand. Her little ears were as red as Rudolph’s nose from the pounding from Crystal’s gloves. Hyperventilating, she sat there beaten to a pulp, swollen, bloodied…but happier than I had ever seen her! She looked up into my face, but now her tears were tears of joy.
She squeaked, “You believed in me! That’s why you wouldn’t stop the fight! You believed I could win, even when I didn’t think I could! You really believe in me!”
I aimed the stool so she looked into the adjacent corner. “Look at her, Sue! She’s out on her feet! She can’t breathe! Go for the body and the face, Sue! Go get her!”
Round Nine began. It was now or never!
Sue feigned a high punch to Crytal’s nose. Crystal instinctively covered her face, letting Sue crouch and pound away at Crystal’s exposed stomach. When the pain forced Crystal to cover her belly, Sue went back after Crystal’s nose. Exhausted and unable to catch a breath, Crystal fell forward and hugged Sue, wrapping her up. Again the brunette played dirty, slamming her forehead into Sue’s face. Sue’s nose seemed to pop like a water balloon! Blood spattered. Sue screamed her lungs out! It was a scream not of pain, but of terror! Fearing she would panic, I was just about to shout that it wasn’t as bad as it looked, when Sue surprised me. Instead of running or cowering, Sue’s temper erupted! She started swinging like a maniac! Furious, Crystal hammered back. Now it was just a toe-to-toe slugging match. It was a question of who had more down deep.
Sue took my advice. She ducked low and fired everything she could into Crystal’s belly. Crystal pounded red gloves into Sue’s back, but she couldn’t get a glove in to Sue’s stomach or her injured nose. Crystal started chopping down wrists into the back of Sue’s neck! I leapt up, but Sue did too, ramming the top of her head under Crystal’s chin! Crystal went down, clutching her mouth and stamping her feet in pain and anger! Sure, Sue was fighting a little dirty, but after all of Crystal’s dirty tactics, I felt Crystal had it coming! Crystal got up, but her legs were gone! She kept hugging Sue just to keep from falling! Sue cupped her gloved palm over Crystal’s mouth, keeping her from breathing! It was payback time! Crystal pulled back, her gloves dangling down at her knees! Sue pulled up everything she had left, twisting her body into one last, mighty punch! Crystal slammed down at Sue’s feet!
You wouldn’t have believed only twenty or so people could have given Sue such a rousing cheer! I was on pins and needles as the count began. “One….two….” Crystal’s legs slid slowly. She let out husky, choked sobs full of defeat and shame! “Seven….Eight….” Mighty Crystal, the brunette bombshell, the human sex machine, lie beaten at a little angel’s feet. “Ten! You’re out!”
Sue stood motionless, posing with her gloved hands at her hips, gloating over the beaten brunette. Crystal cowered! I doubt she had ever lost. She was now terrified of Sue!
Sue challenged her. “Do you want more, Bitch? Do you?”
Crystal cried out in that husky, raspy voice, “N-o-o-o-o! I’m sorry, okay? I’m s-o-r-r-y!”
She rubbed her bloody nose hard. “You broke my nose!”
Sue remained as still as a statue, but said, “Oh, I did not! If I had, it would hurt when you rubbed it! I didn’t break your face, but I will, unless you admit to everyone that I’m better than you!”
Crystal sobbed, “Okay! Okay! You win! You’re the better woman, okay? I admit it! I admit it!” Crystal broke down, utterly humiliated.
Sue stood motionless, like a statue to her own triumph.
“Now,” said Sue, “get out of my house, and never come back! Get out!”
Panting, Crystal bawled, “I can’t get up!”
Sue sneered. “Then crawl!”
Crystal looked around at her neighbors in shame. She slowly crawled out, beaten and humbled. Sue just watched, frozen in place, basking in her victory.
As you’ve probably guessed, I knew I was in love with Sue even before the night of the fight. Sue was trying so hard to impress me. I knew if Crystal beat the hell out of her in front of me and all of her neighbors it would have broken Sue’s fragile heart. I also knew that in a toe-to-toe fight, Crystal would beat Sue to a pulp, and laugh at her as she did it! I couldn’t let that happen.
Remember my old friend, the ladies man? He told me I lacked confidence. That got me thinking. I decided Sue needed at least one win in her life. I did believe in her…but I decided to give Sue a little help. I’ve told you that my old pal was a hound, a ladies man with an insatiable desire for women. I knew he was a match for the legendary sexpot, Crystal! I made sure they would meet on the night before the fight! I knew Crystal wouldn’t pass up such a handsome charmer. I also knew Crystal got off by exhausting her men and forcing them to quit. I knew my old pal’s libido and stamina could match Crystal’s own! Used to finishing her men off early, Crystal took my pal in thinking she’d have her fun and then have time to rest before fighting Sue. Instead, they went at it again and again and again! My pal didn’t leave until the next afternoon, only a few hours before the fight! I don’t know how often they took each other or who finally had to stop, but I knew all along that my pal would leave Crystal totally exhausted, in no shape to last through a long fight!
So you see, I wasn’t just forcing a girl who loved me to keep fighting for my pleasure. I knew Sue’s bumps and bruises would heal quickly, but that the damage done to Sue’s pride if she lost would last forever. I had to keep her fighting, because I knew that sooner or later, Crystal would run out of energy! I had made sure of it! I knew if I could just keep Sue in the fight through the early rounds, Crystal would run out of steam, and then Sue could win.
Of course, I never told Sue how I helped her. I let her think she had won all on her on. She’s felt stronger and more secure ever since. I gave Sue the best present she ever received, even if she never knows I gave it to her!
That night after Crystal crawled away, all Sue’s neighbors came up to her and congratulated her, telling her how strong and brave she was. She just stood there, making them come to her like a queen on a throne.
Finally, Sue said, “All right, folks, the show’s over.”
Everyone left the garage. They went back into the house, picked up their coats, bags, and whatever, and left through the front door. I was about to leave, when I heard something.
“Psst! Psst!”
I turned and looked down a short hallway to the garage. Sue’s head and shoulders came into view, as she leaned in through the door to the garage.
Sue asked, “Is everybody gone?”
I nodded.
Sue blinked. “Could you come here for a second?”
I stepped into the garage. Sue just stood there, motionless. We stared at each other.
She gave me the tiniest hint of an apologetic smile. “I can’t move.”
“What?”
Sue shrugged. “I wanted everyone to think I kicked Crystal’s butt, but …she hurt me, bad. I was only able to stay on my feet at the end by locking my knees. If I try to take even one step, I’ll fall flat on my face.”
She looked up with an adorable pout. “I just wanted everyone to think I’m tough. I didn’t want them to know how weak I really am. I didn’t want them to know how close I came to losing. I didn’t want them to know that….” Those huge, vulnerable blue eyes looked up at me. “Could you help me upstairs? I…I think I’m going to throw up.
She was so cute that I had to fight not to laugh!
I swept her up into my arms and started to carry her up to her bedroom. She looked up, apologetically and peeped, “After I throw up, I…I think I might cry, just a little….”
I kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry, tiger. I won’t ever tell a soul.”
