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  “I like these fights,” I snapped. “And how should I know if they’ll sponsor me?”

  I didn’t feel like discussing Emily and her gym with my balding, rotund, sad-sack of a manager. He glowered at me, but I pressed my lips together and glowered back. Martin knew that I could take him out in a second if he wasn’t careful. Most people wondered why I even kept him around as my manager when there were far better people to represent me. What no one understood was that Martin was the only one who had stuck with me all through my rise to where I was now. That meant a lot to me, even if he did annoy the shit out of me most of the time.

  Now I brushed him off as we entered the floor to step into the ring. As we passed the bleachers, I caught sight of Emily, but she didn’t see me. Probably just as well. I knew that I’d get hard the second she turned those seductive brown eyes on me, and I couldn’t afford to lose my focus.

  My opponent for the night’s fight was a huge brute of a guy named Chuck Seal. I had the thought that he must have been bullied a lot as a kid because he had a caveman look that let me know what kind of opponent he’d be.

  When the fight started I felt pretty good. My feet moved quickly, almost as if guided by a supernatural force, and Chuck was only landing glancing blows. I hit back with a direct contact to his ribcage. He grunted as he lost some breath. But then it seemed like something triggered in his brain. Must kill Kirk. Or something like that because the shit face came at me with a vengeance. I wanted to fight back but there was no time. Each punch came at a distinctly timed interval, designed to allow me no recovery. First one to my face, then one to my shoulder, and still another to my stomach.

  I fell, which almost never happened. As I staggered back to my feet, I caught sight of Emily again. She was leaning forward on her bleacher seat with her hands threaded together on her lap. From the tense look on her face, I knew that she was worried about me. Something about that gave me a surge of adrenaline. I didn’t know why I cared that she cared about me, but…I did.

  As I got my fight back, I began to get into the right frame of mind to win the match. Chuck had a few weaknesses that I had failed to notice at the outset. One, he seemed to favor his right foot and his left fist. I had never seen that combination before, but it made me think that it was something I might be able to exploit. The second thing that I noticed was that Chuck seemed to look to his coach for his cues as to what to do next. That meant that he wasn’t plotting my demise, his coach was only looking at my faults and weaknesses, which meant that I could throw them off with some fake moves.

  I threw myself into the fight, throwing punch after punch. I could feel my fists connecting with bone, and it wasn’t until a bell rang that I realized that my hands were damp. As Chuck and I retreated to our respective corners I realized that I was covered with his blood.

  After getting a quick clean up and having a water break of two point five seconds, we were back on our feet. I bounced on the balls of my feet as I dodged Chuck’s swings. Then there was the opening. The one that happened during every match. Time felt like it slowed down, and I could see things laid out before me so that I could be the victor. I took the swing. My knuckles connected with the underside of his chin, and he went down. I won in a flurry of cheers and exhaustion, sweat pouring into my eyes. Through the haze I tried to see Emily, but there was too much commotion around me.

  I wove my way through the gathering crowd, heading for my private room, which was really just an old factory office. A woman grabbed my arm, and took a selfie with me. If my mind hadn’t been consumed by Emily, I might have taken her with me. A guy stopped me to ask a question but I sent him in Martin’s direction. At that moment all I wanted was to be alone.

  I stepped into my dressing room, and shut the door behind me. Dropping onto the sofa, I leaned back and closed my eyes. I heard the door open again. “Ugh, Martin, just leave me alone for a few minutes, okay? I won, didn’t I?”

  “You certainly did.”

  My eyes flew open at the sound of the female voice. Emily. “What are you doing here?” I asked stupidly.

  She reached behind her back, and I heard the lock click into place. “I…don’t really know,” she said. “But after watching you in action I just needed to come back and tell you…how much I enjoyed it.”

  I raised an eyebrow at her. This certainly wasn’t the same woman I had encountered at the gym.

  Chapter 5

  Emily

  My heart was racing as I stood before him. I had never done anything like that before; gone after a man with the intent to seduce him. I’d allowed myself to be seduced plenty of times, but never had I ever been the pursuer. Just the thought of it gave me a rush.

  I licked my dry lips, and took a step closer. “I…I didn’t realize watching this kind of fight would be so…sexual.”

  Kirk raised an eyebrow, but otherwise he didn’t react. “I’m a little surprised to see you here.”

  “Don’t get me wrong,” I said. “I don’t approve of these kind of fights, but watching you move, I can tell that you have some real talent. You should be fighting real fights.”

  Something crossed Kirk’s face, some shadow, some emotion that I couldn’t read, and from the depths of my lust addled brain I wondered if I had overstepped a line, but I didn’t care. I was on a mission, and the fulfillment of that mission would be glorious. I could already tell.

  “I like doing what I’m doing,” he said with a shrug.

  “And you also came to me for sponsorship,” I said.

  We were at a bit of a standstill, and there was a heavy moment of awkward silence until Kirk said, “I want to hear more about the sexual nature of my fight. I’ve never been given a good analysis of it before.”

  Boldly, I walked over to stand before him. “Every time you landed a punch I got wet,” I said. When he barely reacted, I reached down, grabbed his hand, and slid it between my legs. His eyes widened with lust then, and he began to caress me through the damp fabric of my panties. I could feel the callus of his thumb as he found my clit and applied just the right amount of pressure to make me moan.

  I straddled his lap, and sank down until my knees touched the sofa. His thumb was still rubbing away at my most sensitive area, and our eyes were locked as he fed my passion. I rocked a little on his hand, trying to hurry my climax along. I couldn’t remember ever being so impatient for release.

  “Slow down,” he said in a heavy, thick voice. “I want this to be good for you.”

  Something about the way he said that made my heart swell in my chest. I placed my hands on his cheeks, and leaned in for a feathery light kiss. Kirk’s free hand snaked up to tangle in my hair. He pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. As his tongue slid in to my mouth, he shifted his hand into my panties.

  “You are so fucking wet,” he said into my mouth.

  “I want you inside of me,” I panted back. He pulled me back in for the most sensuous kiss I’d ever experienced. After coming up for air, he trailed kisses down my neck, sliding his hand up under my shirt, massaging my breasts through my bra.

  “I’ll fuck you, don’t worry,” he said as he slid his hand under the lacy material. Finding my nipple he rolled it into a taut bud, tweaking it, squeezing it, pulling on it, until I moaned. As he continued, I tipped my head back, and braced my hands on his shoulders, focusing on the sensations rolling through me.

  “Strip for me,” he said, suddenly stopping all physical contact. His words startled me. I had never had that request, and I felt oddly shy about it. Still, I stood up, and took a step back. Slowly I unbuttoned the blouse that I had neatly tucked in to my skirt. As I dropped it on the floor, I shimmied out of my skirt as well. Next I caught the hook of my bra, and released my breast so they swung free, bouncing slightly as I tried to slow my breathing. I hooked my thumbs into my panties, and pulled them down. When I was finally naked, I stood before him in just my high heels. Instead of feeling bashful, I felt powerful.

  Kirk was still slouched down on the sofa,
staring at me with wide, lust-filled eyes. “Let’s just get you more comfortable,” I said as I knelt before him. With his help I eased him out of his shorts and underwear. Seeing his cock fully erect made me slicker. I could imagine him sliding in to me over and over. Instead I reached out and caressed the shaft. Then I bent down, and took him into my mouth, licking off the salty pre-cum, before I began bobbing up and down. When I looked up at Kirk, his eyes were closed, and his jaw was tense. I was beginning to doubt that I was doing anything right until he moaned. That was my signal to keep going. I licked and sucked and fondled until he stilled my head.

  “No more,” he said hoarsely. “If you keep going, I’ll come, and I want to come inside you.”

  “I don’t know,” I said, the mood suddenly cooling for me.

  “I’ll wear a condom. There’s one in the drawer.”

  Relief washed over me as I retrieved the rubber, ripped open the package, and slid it on to his erect member. “Let me see that beautiful ass,” he said. Obediently I turned around so that he could rub his hands over the smooth skin. When he braced his hands on my hips, and drew me downward, I sank onto his cock with a sweet sensation of stretching to take him in fully. I pressed my feet into the floor as I raised myself up and slammed down to meet him again and again. He kept thrusting in to me. He was bigger than I’d thought, and with each push, I could feel his dick rubbing against my pussy’s walls, building tension and friction. I never wanted the feeling to end.

  “I want to watch you come,” he said.

  Slowly, I slid off of him, and turned around. Kneeling over him on the sofa, he eased me back down. He braced his hands on my hips again, and began to move me up and down on his shaft with hard, purposeful movements. I pressed my hands into his shoulders as I moved with him, meeting him stroke for stroke, push for push. I could feel my climax building, and I rocked my hips forward, trying to get my release.

  “Oh, fuck yeah,” Kirk grunted as he slammed up into me. “You are so tight. You feel so good.”

  Something about the expression on his face made me come. I pitched forward, gasping as my orgasm rolled over me. He held me tightly as he thrust a few more times before he came too. We collapsed onto the sofa, breathing hard, but fully sated.

  “Well,” Kirk said. “I certainly wasn’t expecting that.”

  Chapter 6

  Kirk

  As I watched Emily get dressed, I wanted to fuck her all over again. Not only did she have a seriously smoking hot body, but I had actually felt connected to her at the same time I was screwing her brains out. Lotus had always preached connection, but I’d never felt it before. But with Emily, I did.

  “That was pretty good,” she said, smiling cheekily over her shoulder at me. As she slid her panties on, she drew a finger along her slit, and walked over to me. She popped her finger into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it, making her shiver. She grinned. “I just want you to know how I taste. That way, you’ll be ready for next time.”

  Suddenly I couldn’t resist the temptation. I pulled her down beside me on the sofa. She only had her bra and blouse on, with her panties dangling around her knees. “What are you doing?” she asked as I leaned in to kiss her again.

  “Just you wait and see, “I said. Before she could ask any more questions, I positioned her so she was laying back on the sofa. I slid her panties back off, and spread her legs. Staring down at her glistening pussy, I knew I could make her come so hard that she’d scream. As I hooked her knees over my shoulders, she seemed to understand what I was doing and her head fell back on to the cushion.

  I dipped my head, and drew my tongue against her swollen pussy. Swirling the tip of my tongue around the hard nub of her clit, she bucked against me. I smiled. Round one had made her extremely sensitive. She was going to be easy to get off this time. I plunged my tongue into her pussy, and she moaned.

  “Oh fuck,” she murmured, moaning again. As she writhed beneath my mouth, her moans grew louder until she screamed, “I’m coming! I’m coming!”

  I felt her orgasm as her pussy contracted against my lips. I grinned as I sat up, wiping off her come with the back of my hand. Sometimes you had to go down on a woman to see what she was really like. And I liked what I saw in Emily.

  After she’d calmed down, and her breathing returned to normal, she sat up and said, “I really do need to go this time.”

  “I’ll walk you to your car,” I said. It was the least I could do since she’d let me screw her. Besides I didn’t want her walking around in this shit hole neighborhood this late at night, no matter how tough she was.

  “Thanks.” She gave me a grin as she pulled on her skirt. She stuffed her panties into her purse. “These are a little too soaked to wear.”

  As she was fixing her hair, running her fingers through the soft strands, there was a pounding at the door. “Kirk, let me in. What are you doing? There are people out here who want to talk to you.”

  I unlocked the door, and let Martin in. Scowling, he looked Emily up and down like she was a hooker. I wanted to punch him in the face but I refrained. “I’ll be back after I walk Emily to her car,” I said in a hard voice.

  “You know,” Emily said. “There’s a qualifying fight at that gym on Edmunds. You should go for it. Our gym will sponsor you.”

  Martin’s face turned red. “You don’t need a qualifying fight,” he snapped. “Didn’t you just tell me that you wanted to do this for the rest of your career?”

  I gave him a confused look because he had been the one who wanted me to seek out gym sponsorship, and get into legitimate matches. That was when it hit me…he was jealous. He had wanted to be the one to save my career, make me a big deal, and here was Emily handing it all to me so easily.

  “I’ll be back in and we can discuss it then,” I said.

  “Yeah, get rid of this tramp,” Martin said.

  The way Emily’s face fell made my stomach drop. Then the rage followed. “You better get out of my way,” I said in a tight voice. Martin must have heard the anger in my words, because he backed off.

  “Let’s go,” I said in a softer tone to Emily. I put my hand on the small of her back as I guided her past my asshole of a manager.

  When we stepped out into the warm night, I felt myself relax slightly. “I’m sorry about Martin,” I said. “He’s a jackass. He doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut.”

  Emily shrugged. “He’s a jerk. A lot of guys are jerks. I’ve learned not to take it too personally. I just don’t understand why you let him represent you.”

  I opened my mouth to tell her about how he’d stuck with me, but the words tasted foul and sour on my tongue. Suddenly all my old arguments didn’t ring true anymore. “You know, that’s a great question. I think it might be time for me to have a serious discussion with him.”

  “I meant what I said about the qualifying match,” Emily said with a sweet earnestness in her voice. I knew she believed what she was saying, but I didn’t know what to say back. These bare knuckle fights were what I wanted to do, but what Emily was offering was a path that could really take me places.

  Chapter 7

  Emily

  I could see the hesitation on Kirk’s face as I talked about the qualifying match. The fact that his manager had called me a tramp made me push forward with the conversation, though.

  “I’ll think about it,” he said finally as we got to my car. He pressed me against the car, and kissed me deeply. Our tongues tangled, and I sighed at the pleasure of having someone who turned me on so hard and fast.

  Kirk broke the kiss, and looked down at me with something like affection in his eyes. “I’m glad I met you,” he said.

  “Me too,” I replied with a contented sigh. I could feel Kirk’s erection pushing against my stomach. My thighs got slick again. Kirk drew his hand along the outside of my thigh, and he pushed my skirt up. He captured my mouth in another fervent kiss. I gasped as he slipped two fingers into my dripping pussy. I had never been with a man who w
as able to turn me on over and over.

  After he slid his fingers in and out of me, building me to a frenzy. I pushed his shorts down again, freeing his erection. Kirk lifted me, pressing me against my car as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He entered me in one swift motion. He fit inside of me so well that it all felt so natural. With a few swift thrusts, I came, fast. Kirk pulled out, and he came outside of me.

  We stood by my car, panting, staring at each other. “I think I need to go,” I said. “If I don’t go now we might wind up doing this all night.”

  “I could go for that,” he said with a wobbly grin. It was nice to know that he was as affected by this as me.

  “Me too, but you need to go deal with your manager, and I need to get home…and recuperate.” I gave a shaky laugh.

  “I’ll come by the gym tomorrow,” he promised.

  As I climbed behind the steering wheel, I noticed that my muscles were quivering. Apparently I hadn’t had such a vigorous work out in quite a while. I gave him a little wave as I drove off. The entire way to the gym I felt giddy. Had I really just seduced the sexiest man I’d ever seen? I laughed out loud. Going to an illegal fight I certainly hadn’t expected to be completely sated.

  When I got to the gym, I let myself in the back door. I always enjoyed the gym late at night. I had started coming in late during high school when I couldn’t sleep. I’d box until I was too exhausted to think, and then I’d head to the back office where I would crash on an old army cot.

  Tonight, I was still so hyped up on my after sex adrenaline that I decided to go a few rounds with the punching bag. I retrieved my work out gear from my office, laced up my gloves, and turned on a single light. I swung hard, dancing on the balls of my feet, imagining that I had a formidable opponent like Kirk had faced tonight.