Charlee stood in her dressing room feeling self-conscious. The shy 18 year old with jet black hair wondered what she was doing there, about to fight another woman while each wearing only skimpy bikinis for the arousal of the male crowd. Her black bikini top barely covered her large boobs and her tiny black thong was uncomfortable, digging into her butt whilst not covering any of it at all. Charlee froze in a panic. She had never shown off her body before, and now she was about to go out in front of a crowd whilst practically naked. All exposed whilst people gazed at her and took pictures. And that was only the half of it. She was a complete novice at boxing and was terrified of getting knocked out. The concept of two nearly naked people fighting each other until one of them is knocked out whilst the crowd cheered, seemingly having no sympathy for the loser, was one Charlee had always been confused by. Were they really that happy about the loser being knocked out? And now she was about to be in that situation herself, wearing next to nothing and possibly about to be knocked out. Charlee stood there shaking in her bikini.
Contrast this with Zoey, a 44 year old confident and flirty milf with similar jet black hair. Zoey had plenty of experience showing herself off and loved playing her role as an object of desire. She stood there comfortably in her tiny black bikini, loving how the thong was showing her ass off and how the bikini top complimented her boobs. She knew Charlee had been given the same bikini to wear and knew the shy 18 year old would be embarrassed to wear something that revealing. This was where Zoey saw her advantage. She long knew the women who were confident, daring and sexual were the ones that won out in life. She had no qualms about wearing sexy clothes in public to show off her cleavage and butt, wearing miniskirts and letting her thong peek out, the ultimate tell-all sign she wasn't inhibited. She was overly flirty with all the men, hugging them all the time and making sure her boobs pressed into them as she did so, running her hands all over their chests, and even putting her butt against their crotches in crowded spaces. As a result of her approach she always got what she wanted, sexually and otherwise. She also loved flirting with younger guys, including 18 year olds the same age as Charlee. Indeed, many of Charlee's guy friends, who Charlee fancied but was too nervous to flirt with, openly lusted for Zoey, much to the milf's amusement and to Charlee's chagrin. Above all, Zoey noted, what gave away Charlee's inability to play the role of sex kitten was when she got spanked on her butt and she gasped, going all red and quiet. Remembering this, Zoey knew that Charlee would have no chance against her if they were to wear skimpy bikinis in their boxing match. Zoey stood there confident and content.
Charlee stood there knowing she was likely about to be knocked out whilst wearing almost nothing by a sexual milf as loads of men cheered on. What really sank in was a feeling of not having everything figured out, as in with life and getting by. How come other women like Zoey can do it? How come she can't? This impending knockout seemed like the empirical failure that summed up her struggle. She knew she would never live it down and that everybody else would enjoy her humiliation. Her guy friends that talked about Zoey all the time had no reservations about telling her they couldn't wait to see Zoey destroy her. She lost out in it all and that for fine to everyone else. She was distracted from her despair when the two ring girls came to collect her. "Right, time for you to be knocked out!" One of the ring girls cheerily said. Oh no, she thought. This was it, time for her knockout! Charlee froze, not moving at all. "Well, looks like we're dragging this one to the ring!" The other ring girl happily said.
The two amused ring girls each dragged Charlee to the ring with fear etched on the poor 18 year old's face. The crowd was taunting her, telling her how Zoey was going to demolish her. Zoey stood there in the ring with a fixed stare at Charlee, banging her boxing gloves together with a sinister smile. At this point Charlee got so desperate that she began repeatedly yelling, "BUT I'M ONLY 18!" With a glancing smile to each other, the two ring girls each grabbed part of Charlee's thong, one grabbing the back and the other grabbing the front, and pulled up, causing Charlee to scream, her eyes going wide. They then threw the poor girl into the ring, where she slowly and fearfully looked up at Zoey, who was still banging her gloves together. "BUT I'M ONLY 18!" She kept yelling.
"Sorry, Charlee," Zoey said in a soft, pretend-sympathetic voice. "I know you're only 18, but these people all want to see you get knocked out. So sorry, loser, but it's lights out for you!" The crowd cheered whilst Charlee went into a wild panic. With that the bell rang. "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Charlee screamed as Zoey pummelled her with strike after strike, giving a cute, vibrant smile as she did so. Zoey squealed and giggled with delight as she punished Charlee, as if this was all just harmless fun for her. The crowd were loving it. Charlee then began crying. "BUT I'M ONLY 18! DON'T ANY OF YOU CARE ABOUT ME!" She yelled, her face flooded in tears. "No, Charlee, we don't," Zoey responded. "If you DON'T sex it up, you lose! You lose BIG TIME!" She then sent a barrage of punches to Charlee's large boobs, knocking them out of her bikini top. Upon realizing her boobs were exposed for everyone to see, Charlee's eyes went wide and her face all red. This can't be happening, she thought. Zoey then kept the strikes to Charlee's boobs going as Charlee screamed. Flashes from cellphones went off and the men in the audience went cheered enthusiatically.
After the barrage had stopped, Zoey shouted excitedly at Charlee, "IT'S KNOCKOUT TIME!" The crowd erupted. Charlee then started begging, "NO! PLEASE NO! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T KNOCK ME OUT! PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU!!!!!" She had become a crying, hysterical mess. But there was no mercy to come from Zoey, who then pummelled Charlee with left and right hooks to the face, over and over, until Charlee stood there wobbling and mumbling incoherently. Her eyes went in all directions as her head bobbed about, her boobs out, and she was now muttering something about pancakes. Zoey giggled cutely as it dawned on her that she had broken Charlee. But she had one more thing planned before she finished off her opponent. Stepping right up close to her younger opponent, the milf leaned in and stuck her tongue into the teen's mouth, sensually kissing her for about 20 seconds as the crowd went wild, filming and taking pictures of the intensely sexy moment. After that, she delivered a hard right hand to Charlee's head, knocking her out cold. The applause was thunderous as the referee declared a knockout, and Zoey posed for pictures over the defeated teen. Straddling Charlee thong to thong, Zoey posed with her arms flexing and then with her boxing gloves suggestively covering Charlee's boobs. Continuing to straddle her opponent, Zoey then performed a striptease, stripping off her bikini and the rest of Charlee's, seductively moving her hips on top of the teen.
As Zoey walked off with her pick of the men, the arena emptied, eventually leaving Charlee completely alone, lying in the ring, KO'd and naked. New to the game, Charlee had a lot to learn. If she was to avoid another experience like this, she had better learn to sex it up.
