I Love Making New Friends

From a chance meeting comes a small dose of pain, then a great deal of pleasure.


One of the advantages of working at the Queen's Dungeon was the special
privileges we were granted at an exclusive ladies' fitness club. Not everyone
at the club was involved in underground fighting, but we were already in great
shape and used the club to stay that way. Privacy and discretion were
hallmarks of the club, which members usually respected.

Not wanting to get friendly with anyone who might be a possible opponent, I
had arranged to have a private area where I could work out on my own. With my
fight last night having been cancelled for lack of an opponent, I was in the
next day working off the extra edge that I usually use to put some bimbo in
her place. I don't know, maybe it was the lack of physical contact last night,
but when I saw her as I was leaving, I couldn't help but stop and stare. She
looked to be about 5' 9", a little taller than me, with long, sandy blonde
hair, and curvy, but fit body, which I found out later was 140 lb deliciously
distributed over measurements of 40D-26-38. When she looked through me as if I
wasn't there with those soft, brown eyes of hers, I knew right then I had to
have her.

When I got home, I immediately called one my brest...er, best friends, Andrea.
She was also a member of the club and had a way of getting close to someone in
a hurry. Andrea learned quickly that the hot babe's name was Kelly, and that
she was a high powered executive, new in town. She and Kelly quickly became an
item, and soon Kelly learned all about our "failed relationship". Andrea also
told her that I was an underground club fighter with a "soft stomach" and that
I liked to humiliate my opponent after I hammered them. Andrea learned that
although Kelly was not a fighter, she was used to getting what she wanted, no
matter what it took and she knew how to protect what was hers. In short order,
Andrea and I worked out a plan.

Well, I have been looking forward to this day for quite awhile, knowing I was
finally going to meet Kelly. She and Andrea are working out together in my
private area, as has been planned. I look down at my white sports bra and
tight fitting navy blue shorts. Then I open the door to let the fun begin.

"Oh, so here you are!" I exclaim, standing in the doorway. After a quick
glance at Kelly, I glare at Andrea. "So when did you get the new dog?"

"T - t - take it easy, Val", stammers Andrea. Then with a confused look she
continues, "You know I don't have a dog."

"It's bad enough that you pick up a stray", I retort. "But then you bring it
into my private workout room."

"Look, Val", Andrea responds, walking towards me with her hands out at her
sides trying to calm me down. "You know I have just as much right this room as
you do. If you want, we can come back later."

"Yeah, much later. Like never!" I shout as I move toward her. "You walk out on
me and think you can carry on as if nothing has changed. Think again!"

As I finish yelling, I reach forward with my left hand and slap Andrea in the
face. I then grab her right shoulder with my left hand, pull her towards me
and send my right fist flying towards her guts. With Andrea perfectly placed
between me and Kelly, I pull the punch so it only softly taps Andrea's abs,
and she sells it with a high-pitched gasp of pain and then a long moan as her
knees give out and she falls to the floor.

As I reach down to pick her up, I snarl, "Get up you two-timin..."

"HEY! Leave her alone!"

Things almost fall apart right there. I look up to see Kelly walking towards
me. She is wearing a sleeveless blue bodysuit that doesn't leave much to the
imagination. Even after taking a deep breath, it is all I can do to refocus
and continue on with the plan.

I concentrate and respond, "No one's talking to you, girlie. I'll deal with
you next."

"You think you're so tough", replies Kelly. "I know all about your 'bully
girl' routine and it doesn't scare me."

"If you want it now, I'll gladly give it to you." I bend down and pick up
Andrea by the shoulders, turn and push her towards the door. "On your way,
lover. You don't want to be here when I mess up your new girlfriend." Andrea,
stumbles to the door and closes it behind her as she leaves. As a reward for
helping me, she's going to be able to watch what happens from a special camera
that we had installed in the room.

To give her time to get to her place in a van, I walk around Kelly slowly,
continuing to try and maintain a look of anger and jealousy, when what I am
really feeling is lust. Her work environment had obviously been good
preparation as she calmly and steadily returns my gaze. When I am in the
position I want, I stop. I take one more deep breathe while I look her up and
down.

"Well, are you going to show me how tough you are or not?" Kelly asks
mockingly.

"If that's what you really want." Just as the words finish leaving my mouth I
step forward and with an open right hand, slap her across the face. Before I
can follow up, Kelly attempts to slap me with her own right hand. I grab it in
time with my left and push her back. She quickly lunges at me with both hands
in front of her. As quickly as I knock them away or block her slaps, she comes
right back.

Figuring she needs a little guidance, I yell, "Time to give you the same
treatment I gave to 'lover-doll'". Making it very obvious, I swing my left
hand in a wide arc toward her face. At the last second she blocks it with her
right arm. I then throw an equally telegraphed right towards her flat, firm
abs. She also manages to block that one. And being the bright, aggressive babe
she is, Kelly takes advantage of the opening provided and throws a right to my
midsection.

Andrea's scouting report that Kelly was not a fighter rang true. Kelly is
definitely a shoulder puncher, throwing her punches from the shoulder, not
with her shoulder. Without that extra torque, I can take her punches without
completely tightening my stomache muscles. That little bit of give encourages
her to keep hitting me in the midsection. Her lack of technique and the
strength of my abs allow me to take her punches without getting hurt.

Although she isn't hurting me, I want Kelly to think that she is. Every punch
brings a groan, moan or grunt from me with matching facial expressions. My
reactions actually encourage her to try and punch harder and a little faster.
Again, because of her lack of technique, I am able to withstand her blows.
Soon I add shaking my head and quivering knees to continue to encourage her.

I quickly, however, get lost in the pleasure of being punched by her. I begin
to feel a warmth where I am being hit. It slowly spreads up toward my chest
and down between my legs. Before I realize what is happening, I hear a sharp
gasp coming from my mouth, the warmth between my legs suddenly intensify and
feel my left breast aflame. I look down just in time to see another punch from
Kelly distort the flesh of my mound. She hits me there two more times before
again targeting my midsection.

I can't believe how quickly Kelly's beauty and fiestiness have made me hot and
bothered. In order to see this all the way through, I begin buckling at the
knees after each punch. This causes her to slow down the pace at which she is
punching me. It gives me the chance to try to maintain my composure. After
another half dozen blows, I let my knees collapse and I fall forward. With a
little push from my legs, I manage to get my head to brush her left breast and
continue down her body and left thigh before hitting the mat.

"Is that all you got?" Kelly's mocking voice causes a chill to run up and down
my spine. Unable to answer, I just shake my head. Feeling confident, Kelly
reaches down and grabs me by my arms and pulls me to my feet. As I stand up, I
get a close up view of her in that bodysuit. Unable to resist, I throw a light
punch at her stomache. Her look of surprise is immediately replaced with
relief as I pull the punch and only lightly tap her. She responds by throwing
her hardest punch yet. I let out a long moan and again let my head collapse
into the fullness of her breast.

As if aware of what I'm up to, she pushes me back against the wall.

"Sorry, honey. If you can't handle me, you certainly ain't getting no reward."

In my head I'm think, "Wanna bet?" But out loud I answer, "Shut up, skank."

Kelly's response is another fist digging into my midsection.

"No, no sweetie. I understand you have to be the winner to call the shots. And
from where I'm standing, you don't look like no winner to me. But since you're
the expert, tell me what you would do to someone in your position."

I knew I could count on Andrea to properly prepare her. I feebly shake my head
and am rewarded with another shot to the gut.

"That wasn't a request, baby. Now talk!"

Coughing and nodding my head, I comply. "I...I like to play with their
breasts."

"Is that all?" Kelly asks almost laughingly.

I shake my head but don't say anything.

"Let's have it!" Another fist to my bellybutton punctuates her demand.

"Uuuunnnhh", I groan in response. As Kelly prepares to punch me again, I
feebly beg, "Wait. I - I'll tell . . . you. I also like . . . to rub my
breasts on hers . . . until she c - cums."

"Sounds delightful." Immediately, three more quick punches dent my belly. With
a long moan I collapse at her feet. With a touch so light that I hardly feel,
my sports bra is removed. My mounds, already heavy with pleasure are being
teased and massaged. I moan with pleasure as my nipples harden and my body
responds with desire. Kelly uses her fingernails to gently, but firmly press
into breasts and flick and tease at my nipples.

My passionate thoughts are interrupted by Kelly's now husky voice telling me
to roll over. When I don't respond right away, I am 'encouraged' with another
punch to my midsection. Groaning, I comply. I look up and see Kelly kneeling
above me, peeling her body suit down to reveal her magnificent 40D's. I gasp
as I see how full and firm they are and am almost unable to contain myself
waiting to see how they will feel.

Reading my expression, Kelly slowly lowers herself on top of me. I arch my
back so that our breasts can make contact as soon as possible. My nipples seem
to want to reach out to hers. Kelly increases the tension and anticipation by
waiting until we almost touch and then rising up and waiting. I collapse in
frustration, but am delightfully surprised when she suddenly drops her body
weight on me.

My breasts now feel as if they are on fire as I feel the warmth and fullness
of hers. Pressing down with her full weight causes the flesh of our breasts to
push out to the side. With all the excitement coursing through my body, it is
all I can do not to push back and just lie there and be dominated. I can feel
Kelly's rock hard nipples pressing against mine, telling me she is also
getting turned on.

Suddenly her body weight is off me and I almost cry out in protest. Kelly
begins to tease me by lightly brushing her nipples across my breasts, making
patterns and circles on my mounds and rubbing against my nipples. The weight
of her pleasure-filled breasts causes her nipples to dig into my mounds
slowing the movements and increasing the sensation.

Kelly then switches to swinging her breasts back and forth, knocking mine from
side to side. My breathing becomes rapid and I begin to push my hips up into
hers. She then puts her breasts on my stomache and pushes her luscious lobes
up through mine. My head begins shake back and forth as my whole body cries
out for release. Soon it feels as if my breasts are being batted in every
direction by hers. Being so thoroughly dominated by one so beautiful pushes me
over the edge as I . . . I . . .