Backstage Duties
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
The Errand Boy and Warm up Man carry out their duties! 


Backstage Duties

Toby had his hands full with the second load of towels, and other various
items that that he'd collected and were required. It was his second trip down
to the supply storeroom, down the dull, grey service corridor, as he was now
heading back to the locker-room. The changing room where he was taking all
these items that were needed, required. The changing room, corridor and
storeroom all looked as if they were part of some secret military underground
complex. With their mixture of redbrick walls and grey looking walls, the kind
made up of those large granite looking blocks.

But this wasn't a secret military base, of any kind, but it was underground.
Well, this part of the building was the basement area, and to be fair there
was a lot of basement area here, a couple and more, different underground
levels. Although this building wasn't a military or even a secret part of a
building. But what went on down here in the basement area was something that
was kept 'quiet.' So, kind of secret and as 'quiet' as possible by the people
who knew about this basement area, and what went on here. As 'people' didn't
want just anyone, like anyone in authority, to know about this place and its
goings on!

But Toby did know what went on here, well he should do, even though the lad
had only started this 'after school' job a short while ago, already he'd had a
shock awaking into what went on here. Even though it wasn't a 'real' job, more
like a 'cash in hand' and 'don't tell anyone ... ... NO, I mean 'anyone!','
kind of a job. But even so the lad had already realised that it was best to
just get on with his duties, do what he was told and take the money. But how
did he get this 'job' in the first place, well that was another story and
right now the lad didn't have the time to contemplate that as he had to get
these supplies, he'd gathered, off down that grey corridor to the changing
room of ... ... !

Finally, he was there, at the door, where someone had stuck a crudely written
number '3' on a piece of paper and stuck it to the door as an indication as to
who's dressing room this was. The lad, balancing what he had in his arms as
best he could, knocked on the door, fumbled for the door handle, turned it and
went inside. As he went in and the door closed behind him there was the
familiar voice that said "Oh, its you!" Toby tried not to make too much of a
nuisance of himself as he went over to the far bench where he'd already put
down and had started to sorted out some of the first load of supplies that
he'd brought in.

Just as he got to the bench, THUD! Over he went, tripping over something on
the floor and bag or something that he hadn't noticed as he had too much in
his arm to see properly. The voice once more spoke "for Christ's sake can't
you do just one simple job without messing up!" 'No that's OK I'm fine, and
thanks for asking!' He thought to himself as he knew it wouldn't be a good
idea to actually say it out loud. "Well don't just lie there in the floor,
sort it all out!"

Well, it's what the lad expected whenever there was an 'event' going on down
here in this basement area and he was working like this. Those people that
occupied these locker rooms, changing rooms, dressing rooms where more
interested, more concentrated on what 'they were about to do.' Having no real
interest in what some young boy who fetched, carried and cleaned up was doing.

So, Toby went about picking up and sorting out all the items he'd dropped.
Then laying everything out and mentally going through the list he'd been given
for dressing room number 3 to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. Most of
these supplies where for when the occupant of dressing room number 3 had
finished their 'work' here tonight. Well, it wasn't really night time, more
early evening but as the basement area had those dull ceiling lights and a
general dark, grey, even dismal feel to it. It always had that 'nigh time'
feel to it. It also, had that 'horror film' secret base feel to it too, but
again Toby tried to push those thoughts out of his head.

The room, number three, which was now a dressing room was laid out just as
Toby had been instructed to set it out like. Over on the far wall was the door
that led through to the bathroom area, with a large walk-in shower and
everything else you might need. Due to the success of the events held here in
the basement, someone had had the idea to instal a few facilities for those
people that 'worked' here. Such as the current occupant of room 3.

By the door to the bathroom, along the wall there, was a line of those
stand-up thin metal lockers, the kind that no one ever uses. Then in front of
that was an open area, where the lad had dragged a couple of those large
martial arts type blue mats. Mats he'd dragged all the way from the second
storeroom which was even further away. Then there was a couple of those double
mesh seating benches, the ones you always find in changing rooms. The kind
with metal grills coming up from and in-between the centre of the seats, on
both sides of the mesh and attached to the main solid metal frame where the
coat hooks were. There was a gap between these two large metal benches, a gap
you would have to walk through to then cross over the matted area to get to
the bathroom door.

Further past these benches there was a large boxed storage area on this near
wall, which was filled with different bits and pieces that the current
occupant had brought with them for their job here tonight. A storage area
where that bag he'd tripped over should have been put in the first place! Past
that storage area was then the door that Toby had walked through a moment ago
and led back out into the grey corridor. The lad's 'job' here was basically
that of an errand boy, or maybe it was a goffer, 'go for this, go for that!'
One of the 'backstage staff', that sounded kind of better! But whatever his
'job title', his duties here were simple, it was to do everything! Everything
that everyone wanted, and to do it all now! Not much of a job, but he did get
money in his pocket at the end of his 'shift', so he couldn't complain, could
he?

It was about now that the lad, on his job to try and make a bit of extra
pocket money noticed that indeed he had forgotten something, 'Shit!' Hopefully
the women here, the one who was occupying changing room number 3 wouldn't
notice or ... ... ! It was at this moment that the door to the room opened and
someone else entered the room. Toby didn't have to look up and over to know
who it was, there was an instant smell of cigar smoke, a smell that the lad
knew from earlier, and a smell that gave this visitors identity away,
instantly.

But the boy did look up as he knelt there on the wall side of the mesh on the
far set of benches where he was laying out everything that he'd already
brought here. Something had made him look up, and in a brief second or two, it
also gave him the opportunity to take in the sight of the now two women that
were stood in the room with him.

The first woman was Deborah, and the one who'd already been here in room
number 3 before the young lad had brought all those supplies in. In fact, it
was her dressing room, as she was the woman that was going to be doing her job
here tonight. The woman who was going to be performing before a crown, that's
why she need addressing room. She'd be 'performing' in a much large room, part
of the basement area, that was at the end of that long grey service corridor.
Plus, she'd be performing before a large group of people that had gather in
what had once been a large storage area. But now it had been transformed into
a what could best be described as a makeshift arena.

In fact, it could be called a fight arena, as a fight or two was going to take
place there tonight. A place where people gathered to watch, enjoy, bet on
some quite vicious and hard-fought fights. The kind of fights that wouldn't be
allowed 'up top' by any sporting authority, which is why it was all done
underground, literarily. Defiantly, literarily, as 'underground' also meant
that there was no 'authority' here to grant the fight could take place. Or to
oversee these fights, govern and promote them and so provided any legitimacy.
But that legitimacy didn't matter, the people wanted these fights, loved them
and so would pay to see them. So, when people are willing to pay to see
something, to watch an event, a sport, even in an illegal one. There will
always be someone out there who will find a way of giving the public what they
want!

So, Deborah was here to fight and not for the first time had she walked into
an arena, put her skills, her strength, her will to win, to the test. But it
must be said that this woman, who was more on the mature side, than you might
expect a female fighter to be was a good contestant in the arena. Maybe a bit
more than just a 'good' contestant, she was a popular fighter and of course a
woman who had a strong determination to win, at all cost!

A mature, older woman, yes! Depending on who you talked to she was 41, 42 or
43, but in reality, she was in fact 45, or was it 46 ... ... ? With her fair,
blond hair that curled down to just before her shoulders and for a fighter,
she was surprise lovely. With her Milf like, older woman looks she was indeed
a favourite for many reasons. But her shapely body shouldn't be over looked,
not at all and as she now stood there dressed in her bare feet, a pair of
white martial arts gi trousers and a light blue sport crop top. Her full
chested, shapely body could easily be admired, if you were looking at her of
course, as she was dressed for her 'job' here tonight.

The boy, Toby who was knelt there still sorting everything out could take in
how she looked in a flash, he'd seen her before here, dressed this way. But of
course, then there was also the second woman, the one who'd just entered the
room who was stood there to. And another woman for the lad to take into.

This second woman, the one who brought with her that cigar smell as she
entered the room was Monica and she was the manager of the blond woman. In
fact, she was also the older Sister of the female fighter, so please meet the
female fighter Deborah and her Sister and manager Monica, there was nothing
like keeping it in the family!

This other woman, the manager was a couple, at most years older than her
Sister and although, if you looked closely you would be able to tell there
were similarity, at first glance they did look quite different, for Sisters.
Monica was slightly taller and her long, full, bouncy and dark hair was very
much different from her Sisters. But this older Sister still had the same
family feature of having a body that was built for sex. Only this time it was
wrapped in a quite sharp, a stylish trouser suit giving the older Sister a
definite look of either a dominate mistress or a businesswoman.

Dressed in high heeled black shoes, a well-fitting pinstriped female trouser
suit with the jacket open so show off her stylish purple silk blouse. With its
top buttons undone, to show some well-formed cleavage off. Which could be seen
clearly, if you stopped to look of course! It was an expensive suit, tailor
made for her curving body and showed it off fully, even if she was fully
clothed. Then there was the cigar that was between her tasty red lips, the
smell of which the boy Toby had instantly noticed as she walked in. All of
this did give off this look of 'dominance!' A look that the 'business woman',
which is what she was, liked. She was a good fights manager, very good and she
only manged the best fighters, like her Sister here.

The smoke from the woman's cigar hung thick in the air and of course she
smoked it with no care for anyone else or any rules. Placing the cigar between
her shiny red lips when she wanted to, and not when other peoples 'rules' said
she could. The business woman, like her Sister both had a confidence about
them, knowing what they could or couldn't do, were capable of. And this
'confidence' sat well with both these women, so they did as they pleased in
most things. Both women were taller than the lad Toby, the 'businesswoman'
much taller, but that might be down to the high heels she had on. Plus, they
were both older than him, double and even a bit more, then plus a bit more,
than his tender youthful years.

As the two women talked by that first set of mesh changing bench, both women
looked, sounder, and were intimidating. With this air of superiority that they
both had about them. They were the kind of women who could walk into a crowded
room and without seeing them you could feel their presence! So, the boy was
going to keep his head down, get on with his duties here and at the first
chance slip away back to that storeroom to get the stuff he'd forgotten.
Before anyone knew about it.

He looked backdown and carried on with his duties here, sorting the stuff out.
Waiting for that one moment when he could slip away and ... ... ! But just at
that moment and out of the corner of his down looing down eye, as he was still
knelt down there by that second and far changing bench, a cigar was dropped on
the floor close to him, 'Shit!' He knew it was the dark-haired Sister and
seeing the cigar there on the floor he also knew she was stood close to him.
Just out of his eyesight, but he could just feel her presence nearby! But
somehow, he dares not turn his head to look up at her, as if he did, he knew
it would give her some kind of a small victory over him.

Part of the boy's duties backstage here was to makes sure that all the
changing rooms, that he was in charge of were kept clean, at all times. So,
with a discarded cigar on the floor there was only one thing he could do. He
sighed reached over towards the 'rubbish' thrown down on the floor and,
UUUUHHHHHH! Toby felt himself being grabbed, strong, controlling hands, female
hands coming down, taking hold of him by his hair and the back of his t-shirt.
Then he was hauled off his knees, upwards and then, THUD! CLANG! OOOWWWHHH!

Those strong hands as she dragged him upwards, spun him around. Then with a
forceful shove he was slammed into the mesh grill part of that changing room
bench he was knelt in front of. The boy's knees coming down on the woodened
seating part of the bench, while his body and face where give special
treatment as they were driven hard into that harsh cold metal mesh. Holding
him by his hair the older dark-haired Monica pushed his face forcefully into
the metal mesh so that 'when', eventually she let go, it would leave a mark
there that would last a while!

Pushing young Toby against the mesh grill, against the bench the woman was in
full control of him. She moved in close behind him, raised a leg and placing
her knee into the back of his, as it rested there on the wooden seat. Making
sure she had the boy firmly in place. She also moved her firm body in very
close, very close indeed into his back. Another way of securing the boy there,
but for the young lad it wasn't 'all' that bad, even if this was an
uncomfortable potion. One that was causing him discomfort and pain, but there
was also still the enjoyment of having her blouse and more importantly, those
large breasts of her pushing into him, into his body. Even if it was just his
back. A painful position to be in, yes, but who was he kidding, of course the
boy was enjoying it! Who wouldn't enjoy being manhandled, even boyhandled,
like this by a such a dominate older and gorgeous woman?

Then this unprovoked 'attack' on the boy by the woman was followed by,
OOOHHHH! The hand that had dragged him up by this t-shirt had now moved. Moved
around to the front of the lad and down his work joggers, as she now grabbed
hold of ... ... ! The older woman, Monica now had a hold of, and a good hold
of, young Toby's boy cock. She had a good handful and she also had a hand that
knew what to do with a tool like this!

With control of the lad, holding him firmly against the mesh grill of the
bench. Standing there securing him, holding him there with her body and one
hand still holding onto his head and hair. Then holding him firmly in her
other hand, so to speak, she started to work the boy with that other hand of
hers! Even though Toby was being held forcibly by the woman, his boy cock
couldn't help but react, in the right way, to the attention she was giving him
down there in his joggers. As her hand moved, Toby responded and the boy
seemed to grow, and kept on growing, even to the point where the woman was
quite impressed! All she had to do now was see what she could 'do' with this
tool, what the boy had there to offer her!

She leant forwards and as her face came to the side of his, he could smell,
even taste clearly that aroma of her cigar. The one she'd tossed down on the
floor by him, before she then decided to toss something else! With her red
lips close by his ear she now whispered, "so our little errand boy isn't so
little after all then!" Her tongue came out and she licked the boy's ear, her
boy now. Then to make his 'uncomfortable' position even more 'painful' she bit
his ear, playfully and viciously. But the lad couldn't tell the difference so
it didn't matter.

While all of this was going on with the errand boy and the older of the
Sisters, the one in the business suit. The other Sister was getting herself
ready for her job this evening. The fight she was about to take part in, in
this makeshift arena here in this building's once basement storage area. All
for that paying crowd who, if you stood quietly for a moment you could hear
that low hum from them. All the way down at the far end of that grey corridor,
as they were currently enjoying the fight that was going on right now, out in
that 'arena'. The blond Deborah was going to be in 'that arena' with an
up-and-coming new participant in this growing underground fight seen. He'd
flown in from ... ... Well Deborah didn't know where he was from, but she'd
seen the videos her manger, and Sister, Monica had provided for her of him
from his previous fights.

The business Sister had got the fight negotiated and all arranged, got the
money and fight prize purse she wanted and now it was down to the fighting
Sister to bring it all home. Deborah was confident she was going to be OK in
this fight, she'd already noticed a few habits the man had, ones she could use
to her advantage. Plus, he was youngish man and a cocky on. In his
mid-twenties, a baby so no real match for a real woman, an older woman like
her! He didn't look too bad on the videos, for a youthful man and Deborah
thought that when she beat him, if she didn't beat him too badly. She might
drag him back here to her room and fuck him, she might, unless something else
more tempting came along of course!

But as with every fight that Deborah had, she had her routine. She watched
again, and again, a few times, the last couple of fights the man had had on
her tablet. Watching it for the umpteenth time to get to know her opponent. As
the blond had gone for her tablet to start to watch this, her business Sister,
with nothing else to do had gone over to where the errand boy was. She'd
tossed her cigar down as she now had time on her hand to kill, so to speak!
Having taken her time watching the fights a few times, and a few more times.
Watching, pausing, rewinding over certain parts of the recordings, at key
moments during the fight, getting it all in her head. Then as she'd got it all
in her head, she put the tablet back in her bag. That's when she noticed what
her Sister Monica was ... ... ! Well, the business Sister had some other
things in hand, to take care of! But, ignoring her Sister and what she was
getting up to, the blond was still going through her fight routine and, just
on time, KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Come!" Deborah's command was clear and loud, but Monica couldn't help but
whispered again into her boy's ear, "that's not an instruction for you!" It
was almost as if the brunette had a fun side to her! Then she giggled, but
already she could tell that this boy would need a lot more working doing to
him before he got to that part! The door opened, as the blond had given her
command, and in walked a tallish man, about the same height, maybe a touch
taller, than Deborah. The blond looked him up and down and then motioned with
her head to the side, a clear indication that he was to make his way through
the gap between the two changing benches and out into the area past them with
the blue mats.

He was about 30, which was younger than her, by 10 years, and more years
younger than her. But that also meant she had 10 years plus more years of
experience than him! So, the man who was also tallish, broadish and dressed in
joggers and a t-shirt, and dressed like that he could have been another errand
boy, but he wasn't. Even though he wasn't an errand boy, or even man, he was
still part of the 'backstage' team with a job to do. He had a bit of a rough
look to him and was here for one thing. As he walked through the gap, seeing
the other, dark haired and older woman there in that strange position holding,
pushing herself against the errand boy while she worked him off! You'd have
thought he might stop and ask what the hell was going on? But he'd been in
these rooms before, being working on the underground circuit for a few years
now, and in that time, he'd seen many strange things. So, all this, well, he'd
seen worse!

Now he was in that area just before the door leading to the bathroom area. The
blond Sister Deborah, followed him through the gap in-between those changing
benches, she'd not had this man before in her room, which was good. She always
liked a new man for this part, something fresh and unpredictable, she liked
that. In the area she turned to throw the towel she had in her hand down on
the bench and, SMACK! As she twisted herself back to face the man, he struck
her. His arm went flying towards her and sending the back of his hand, driving
hard across her face. Catching the fighter of the two Sisters, out, making her
shake, turn, twist to the side and stagger a couple of small steps back
towards that changing bench.

But this, like watching all those videos of her opponent was all part of the
woman's preparation before a fight. Watch, read about her opponent and then,
as arranged by her Sister, a volunteer would come in to give the woman a bit
of a last-minute 'sparing session'. To get her warmed up for her fight, her'
warm up man' so to speak! Now the man, her warm up man, with that blow had
taken the initiative, he now went to carry on, 'warming her up!' He went for
her, rushing forwards, reaching out with both arms, hands and grabbing onto
her. Getting a good grip, pulling the woman's body downwards, at the same time
quickly spinning his body, raising his leg. Ready to drive his knee hard into
her body as he controlled her and brough her down, and, WHACK! UUUHHHH!

At the same time Monic was again whispering into her errand boy's ear, her
'work' had made him grown fully now. He was big and strong for her and she was
even more impressed with the results in her hand. 'This one had a lot of
promise!' "Do you wish you were there, with her out there, or here with me,
like this?" She laughed teasing the lad, as this was stating to become very
enjoyable for her! With his face still pressed hard against that mesh there
was only one place to look and even though the blond Sister did look good,
especially how she was dressed. But could she get out of this one, could she
survive her 'warm up man'?

Back on the mats and just as the man was about to drive his knee up into her,
with the boy watching, with his face pressed up hard against that mesh. As
Toby wondered if she'd be able to defender herself against a man! Just at that
moment, Deborah had hit back. Yes, he'd caught her out at the start with his
opening move. But she was a woman who didn't make a second mistake. Getting
him close to her was her idea, and not his, and she'd done that. Even if it
was him who'd thought that he'd made the decision to get this close to deal
with her, but it was her who'd 'given him' this 'opportunity!' And taking the
'opportunity' as it appeared to him, he'd taken, he was now up close to her.
Up close enough for her to now have her own go!

And she did have a go, of course she would, well this was 'her' warm up
session after all. As he, thought, he was holding her, with both his hands and
'taking control' of her, as he thought. Lifting his leg, he was full of
convince, he wasn't expecting anything form her, as he'd caught her of guard,
but he was going to get something back! She dropper her shoulder, twisted
herself and drove her arm around and up, driving it hard into his unprotected
gut. Sending her clenched fist into him, paying him back for that slap and
with a bit extra on account too.

The blonds blow did its trick, it got the younger man, the one in his 30's, it
got him, it hurt him. It got his attention and sent a clear message, 'beware
the older woman!' Nearby and the dark-haired older woman was sending her own
message to her, much younger man, her boy and his toy. The message her hand
was sending to her young lad was also 'beware the older woman!' But what she
was doing with her hand gave a whole new meaning to that statement!

On the mats and the 'man' there was coughing, spluttering as that fist had
made its point. Which was quickly, immediately, followed up by a second blow,
another pounding, clenched fist into his gut. Hard enough to make him gasp
now, to hurt him, but not hard enough to do anything else, no 'real' damage,
well not just yet. She still had her last-minute sparing session, to warm her
up, so she had to make him last for a bit longer, didn't she?

Those blows into his gut, into his body made the man, this session man of
hers, shudder. It told him he needed to up his game here, if he was going to
survive! It also sent him staggering back a couple of steps. The shock of her,
this older woman hitting back, so quickly, so hard, now caught him out
completely. Especially as he was the one who'd thought he'd taken the
advantage on her. But of course, that was because he was too quick to think he
was her equal or even her better, he thought he could take her on and do her
over, in a fight sort of a way. He may be here as just a 'warm up man' for the
real contestants here tonight. But he'd had dreams of making it in the fight
game himself, 'one day a warm up man, next day a fighter, then a contender,
and of course then a champ!'

Well, that's how he saw himself, but now the warm up man had come across
Deborah, so he might want to re-think his future here in this game! THUD!
OOUUHHHH! That time it wasn't a fist, not that time. When he'd taken that last
blow, he'd also taken another step backwards, giving the older woman a chance
to changed her 'attack mode.' Now she jumped as she went for him, at him,
going up and showing, if the man had been looking properly just how athletic
and agile, for an older woman, she could be. As she went up and forwards, her
leg also come up, it was bent and was pushed even further forwards, so! So, as
she jumped at him it was her knee that was going in first. Went into him, a
good thrusting, hard strike, and this time striking into the lower part of his
chest.

Just to the bottom of his sternum, that knee struck. Another hard, fast move
that took the 'warm up man' by surprise. In fact, her move shocked him, as
she'd moved so quickly and was so strong. The blow sent him now tumbling
rearwards, over balancing him, making him fall quite abruptly down onto the
blue mats. As he tumbled, fell, hit the floor, rolled he was still able, just
about to think, and it was 'Shit!' He carried on rolling, over and away from
the woman, which was a good sign. As every fighter in this game needs to be
able to think, move and react all the time, especially when they are losing!
As he came out of his last roll he was on his feet, and knees as he was
crouched, down low. But ready and in a position to push himself upwards, plus,
and a bonus he was facing the right way, looking at his 'enemy' the woman he
was here to 'warm up!'

He reacted quickly and was already pushing himself upwards. At the same time
and also 'reacting' there behind that second changing bench was the errand
boy, as the dark-haired older woman, Monica still had him trapped there
against the mesh. Holding him there so he could watch all of this, while at
the same time still using one hand to hold him firmly again the mesh, while
her other hand held 'him firmly' and worked his boy tool! As they watched the
man attempting to get to his feet and the blond older woman make her way
across the mats to him, Monica whispered again into Toby's ear. "How would you
like it? How would you like it if it was you out there that she was beating?
Or do you prefer the way I, 'beat' you?' The dark-haired woman laughed as she
taunted the boy she was manipulating with her hand. Laughed loudly as they
carried on watching the man over there 'warm up' this blond woman. While at
the same time this dark-haired woman was 'warming up' this errand boy!

As the errand boy Toby was being 'taken care of' by the dark-haired Sister,
the warm up man was also being 'taken care of' by the blond Sister. The
different was, even though both males were being controlled by their new
female 'friends', the man was being delt with hard, while the boy's hard was
being dealt with!

As the blond older woman was going for the man, as she got close, while he was
still desperately trying to push himself upwards. Not only was she coming his
way but he could see her leg moving upwards, as if ready to strike him! So, he
knew he had to move, and he did. Not up, but off to the side, and out of the
way, he pushed himself to safety, and away from ... ... , CRACK!

As he moved out the way of the woman leg that was going up and obviously
coming his way, he felt pleased with himself that he'd escaped that one! But,
and there was always going to be a 'but', when it came to this female fighter.
But, she had kind of worked this man out, what he might do next. After all
being a fighter, she had to have that skill of reading her opponent, what he
was likely to do next, so she could turn the tables and take the advantage.
Which is what she'd now done here.

Knowing that he'd now realise she was more than he'd expected, much more, he
would have to work at this 'warming up session', work his way out of it, if he
was to stay in one piece. Which meant he would have to move out of her way
when every he could. But she had the ability to read 'men!' she knew what he
was thinking, knew he'd have to move. So, when she gave him the 'opportunity
to move', he was going to take it. He'd of course move and there was only one
way he could go. Which of course he took the opportunity and did move, that
way. So, when her leg went out and 'for him', it was meant to get himself
moving, which he did. Then as he moved the right way, she changed tactic.
Twisted herself, sent her leg, in mid movement, in a new direction as he
scrambled away. Sent it up past him, up higher and above him as he was still
moving, up into the air, and then, ,. ... ..!

So, still crouched down low but moving, out the way, over to the side, and
with her twisting body and no leg above his moving body. She stood there on
one foot, the older woman dressed in her white gi trousers and that light blue
sport crop top. Showing off her strong, firm, toned, skilled mature female
body. Her leg raised up almost vertically pointing straight up, and now above
him. Now she moved again, and all of this in a blink of an eye, in half a
second, CRACK! ARRRRHHHH! She brough that high up leg down, down hard.
Slamming it down, pounding her leg downwards, driving the heel of her bare
foot thundering down into the man's body as he tried to scramble off to the
side and out the way. But he hadn't.

Bringing it, her bare heel, down into his back, into the centre of his
shoulder blades. The heel of her foot came crashing down, sending a stunning,
painful electric pain down his back, through his shoulders and arms.
Re-enforcing that message of 'beware the older woman!' The dropping of her
foot down into his back not only hurt and stunned the man it also put him down
fully to the floor, but it could have been worse! If it wasn't for the fact
that he was a muscular and strong man, then that blow could have done some
serious damage to him. But it just did a 'minor' injury, one that hurt, but
he'd still live! Well, of course it hurt him, it hurt like hell, but maybe the
woman still needed him to warm up. There was no point in breaking him, her
training aid, her sparring tool, her warm up man ... ... well no need to break
him, just yet!

After all the whole point of these men visiting her in her changing room
before a fight was to get her 'in the mood!' In the mood to take on an
opponent of course, take on a real fighter, out there in the arena, even if it
was a makeshift fight area. Get her ready for a 'real' fighter, not just a
'warm up man!' So, there was no point in taking him out, putting him out cold
so early, when she was only just getting started! On the floor the warm up
man, after that blow was coughing and spluttering, his body shaking as he
tried to deal with the pain that now had hold of his body. Someone else who's
body was shaking, for a different reason was that of the boy Toby.

As the fighting blond Sister was doing her thing, the brunette business woman,
was doing her own 'warming up' of the errand boy. Her hand working his big,
boy cock and squeezing his big full ball sack too. The brunette Milf Sister
knowing her hard boy would delivery, in full, at her hand. While the blond
Milf Sister knew her, tough man would just fade and fall at her hand. That was
the difference here!

But before the boy delivered and the man faded there was still some more
warming up to do!

Back on the matted area and the blond Deborah moved over to where the man was
lying and still jolting, shaking. She reached down grabbed him by his hair and
yanked on him harshly. At the same time the Sister was grabbing onto her boy's
balls again, another good squeeze before she went back to 'yanking' him off.
Not too 'harshly' but firmly, enough, to also get results! Up off the floor
the warm up man came, he had to, he had no choice in this what so ever.
Scrambling upwards until, WHACK! Her twisting body, raised leg and driving
knee went back into his body, to give him more problems, more pain and with
him halfway dragged up it gave the woman an opportunity to try something else!
As the knee went into his raising chest, as it struck and sent more hurt
through his body, He once more shuddered and dropped down onto all fours, at
the same time his face screwed up, he closed his eyes to help with the pain,
and she moved again.

With his eyed closed tight he didn't see the older blond woman as she now
swung her body fully. Raising that leg, the one she'd just used. Raising it
even hight to go all the way over the hurt man's head as he was down there now
on all fours. Over him and so now allowing her to move into a potion to trap
his head between her strong legs and thighs, ARRRRHHHHH! The squeeze, the
pain, the crushing sensation he now felt being applied to his head told him
instantly what she'd just done. But knowing what she'd done wasn't going to
help him, nothing was going to do that as she now had full control over him.

Instinctively the pain caused him to raise his arms and grip onto the outside
of each of her legs that had him trapped in this position. But of course, he
wasn't going to be able to pull those thighs away to save himself, and she
wasn't going to allow that either. As his hand came onto her outer thighs, he
could feel through the material of her gi trousers, to her powerful legs, and
'God she's strong!' Then half a second later her hands come down gripped both
of his wrist and yanked his hands away from her, 'No one said he could touch
her, like that!'

Holding him by his wrist, she pulled his arms out to the side, away from her
body, as no touching, like that was allowed. With his head trapped in-between
and being crushed by her thighs she gave a 'extra' hard squeeze. Well, those
thighs of hers needed warming up too, didn't they? As the blond Sister
squeezed some more, the man's cried of agony where almost drowned out by the
moans of pleasure from the boy Toby as the brunette Sister was doing her own
'squeezing' on him!

The blond kept her grip on the man for a while, working her thighs, squeezing,
twisting her hips and legs this way and that to add to his pain and
discomfort. The brunette also kept her grip on the boy too, working his tool,
squeezing his balls and then adding with each stroke to his amazement at what
she was doing to him.

As the brunette Sister carried on with her 'work', the blond decided it was
time to move things on, or rather move the man on! She loosened the grip her
thighs had, much to his relief as his head was staring to think that, ... ...
. WHACK! Before he could think 'what his head was starting to do', the older
blond had released, moved and the twisted herself. This time bringing that
firm outer side of her thigh around and slamming it into the side of his face
as he was still down there on all fours on the mats. The blow sent his head
and his now weaker body falling over to one side, and as he went toppling over
to that side, THUD! CRASH! As he went falling the woman, Deborah, went into a
spin and as she came all the way around, her leg was raised and her bare foot
went into the falling man. Her forceful strike sent him now flying off that
way. Sending him through the air and crashing into the door that led from the
changing room to the bathroom area.

Into the door he went and then through the door. As when he hit it, the door
went flying open, so falling through and onto the bathroom floor he went. A
second later and he was lying there on the hard, cold bathroom floor, with the
man's cries, his groans of pain filling the room. The experience female
fighter, Deborah, now sauntered over to the open door with the man's feet just
about visible laying there keeping the door open. The boy also gave a cry, but
this was more a moan of pleasure than anything else. As Monica's expert hand
was working him well, but then again, she did have the experience and
something good and hard to get hold of and work with too.

As she got to the open door the blond fighter sent her leg swinging forwards.
But even though the boy who was being forced to look out over the mats and
watch all this. Even though he couldn't see fully into the bathroom area now,
he could see the blond swing her leg, and then he heard a loud cracking sound
and painful cry from the man. A good indication that her foot had hit
something and hit it hard, had hit him! Deborah now also disappeared out of
Toby's sight as she moved further into the bathroom. As she went in to carry
on with her session with her warm up man!

Now fully out of sight from the errand boy, Toby, who was still being held,
controlled and pushed hard into that mesh central part of the changing room
bench. The young lad was still being manipulated by the hand of the older
businesswoman, being worked hard by Monica, and although he now couldn't see
what was happing to the man the sounds coming from that bathroom told him all
he needed to know, WHACK! OOOWWWW! SMACK! UUUUHHHH! CRACK! ARRRRHHHH! Mind you
the sounds the boy was making, his moans and groans, curtesy of the older
brunette woman's hand action. This all added to the unique sound coming from
dressing room number 3. Anyone passing by outside in the grey corridor and
hearing all this 'might', just might, wonder what was going on inside here?
But then again, they might not!

The blond continued, mostly unseen in the bathroom with her warm up man. The
sound of strong female strikes and the cries of pain from the man the only
indication to the fact that the woman was still carrying on with her practise
session. Outside that bathroom and the moans form the boy, his now heavy
panting and breathing, that shake of his body every now and again. These were
all indications that the brunette Sisters hand was nearing its completion of
this other 'session' too.

Then there was a loud bang, from the bathroom, the door and even the wall both
seemed to shake! Inside and the force with which Deborah had put behind that
last thrusting blow, the one that had sent the warm up man flying backwards
against the wall next to the door. It must have been an incredible strike.
Shaking the wall and the door so that even on the other side of these, where
Toby and Monica were involved in something else. Even these two could see that
wall shudder and they just knew that the youngish man had been sent thundering
into it by the older blond woman.

Then a moment or two later and, OOOWWWHHH! THUD! The warm up man came
literally flying through that gap, where the bathroom door was open. Sailing
through the air he went, due to a very hard, harsh and stunning blow from the
woman. Unseen by the boy and the woman working him, but both just knew it had
to be some kind of a stunning blow to make the man fly like that. Flying and
then falling down, harshly again, dropping into the middle of that matted
area! It must have been a hell of a kick, or a punch that had done that, it
would have been something to have seen, if the boy hadn't had 'other things'
on his mind at that moment! But now with the man, the one who was here to warm
the woman up, with him lying there in the middle of the matted area. Now the
woman stepped out through that open door, the over confident and quite
amazing, plus sexy blond Milf strolled out through that open door. With a
certain look on her face, a grin, a half smiles, that comes with knowing just
how good you are!

It could only have been Deborah who was capable of making the man go flying
like that! Well! Don't be too sure, there was also Monica here and she was
good with her hands too, but right now they were just finishing off a
different kind of job! The blond moved over the matted area, stepping onto and
over the groggy man as he lay there. The man who was barely conscious and now
in no state to carry on with 'warming her up.' But there was no need for him
now, she was in the mood to ... ... KNOCK! KNOCK!

The blond looked up at the clock on the wall and knew it was now time, "Come!"
She called out and as she did the teasing and torturing Monica whispered again
in Toby's ear. "Hold on my boy, one more minute, you know you want too!"
followed again by more mocking laughter. The door opened and in walked, not
one but of those young, attractive ring girls. The ones that accompany the
fighters up to the fight arena then stand around looking good. Both women, in
there early, mid 20's or so, came in, and walked up to where the blond Deborah
was stood.

Both these ring girls looked good and were all full of smiles and loveliness
as they now stood there in front of the blond Milf fighter. Both ring girls
seemed to not notice or just ignored what the older dark-haired woman was
doing with the errand boy, after all these women had also been on this circuit
for a while now and seen all sorts too! Deborah moved up in front of and
in-between her two new 'guests' into her dressing room. She looked over at one
woman then the other and smiled, a real, and quite dirty smile!

Both women were dressed as you would expect for ring girls. In black boots
just up to their knees, then tight leather shorts and tight leather crop top,
with the front buttons mostly undone! Showing off two stunning female bodies
for two young gorgeous ring girls. The taller of the two was a lovely looking
black woman with bright red coloured dyed hair and who's outfit for tonight's
was also red in colour. Then the next woman was a smaller and attractive Asian
looking, with longer hair that was also coloured and had a green look to it.
Which matched the green of her outfit for tonight too.

The blond Milf liked what she saw, stepped that bit closer, moved her arms,
and hands around each woman's, bare midriff. Then she pulled the black woman
to her and they kissed, slowly and lovingly. At the same time Monica's hand
was nearly at the climax of its job, the boy's body was shaking and she knew
he was on the brink of ... ... ! "There, look at your Mother, see how she
likes the girl's I chose for tonight!" And of course, the boy, the Son! He had
to, was forced to look. Then Deborah, the errand boy's Mum, turned her head
and kissed the second woman, the Asian one, with more of that same female
affection. "You know what your Mummy's going to be up to after she wins
tonight don't you my sweet little Nephew ... ... But what are you going to be
doing?" His body still shaking and just at that moment the boy's Auntie's hand
completed it work and he, Toby, couldn't hold on any longer, so he had to
shoot his load.

The boy produced wad and wad of goo! His Aunt was takeback, surprised and very
impressed, in fact she was somewhat shocked at what her Nephew was capable of.
Stunned, impressed and it even gave her a strange feeling all over. She
couldn't help but smile and felt quite tempted to see what else her Nephew
could do! So much so that now she was re-thinking what she might do after her
Sister's fight tonight and with who!

But, before all that, it was time for a different kind of action. Deborah
turned to her Sister, "If you've finished there!" There was a hint of sarcasm
there, " ... . it's time to go!" The blond woman with her two new friends for
tonight now moved off, out the changing room and headed off down that grey
corridor to get on with her job for tonight.

Monica, pulled her hand out of her Nephew's joggers, as she now started to
clean her fingers. Placing each on her mouth and pulling it out slowly as she
sucked it clean. At the same time thinking to herself what else she could suck
on later! Toby collapsed with a big smile on his face down onto the seat of
the changing bench. As his dominate business Aunty looked down at him, "I'll
have a job for you later, after the fight, make sure you don't go anywhere and
you're ready for me!"

Then Aunty Monica turned, carried on sucking, cleaning her fingers and walked
off ready to support her Sister, in the fight.

With the door to the changing room open Toby sat there, quite exhausted, in a
very good way, after what had just happened to him. He could hear down that
grey corridor, hear the crowd out in the old large storage area where the
entertainment was being held. Hear the paying crowd there give a loud cheer.
So, he knew his Mother had now entered the arena.

He knew, was confidant, his Mother would of course win tonight and that would
mean they would all come back and would want to celebrate, and that would mean
... ... ?

Well, the boy knew, after seeing the two ring girls his Aunt had sorted, that
his Mother would be ... ... enjoying her own kind of fun!

But now what would Aunty Monica want? Toby had a clean pair of joggers in his
own little locker and thought it best he got cleaned and changed, as he
already knew that Aunty Monica had a job for him ... ... !

As he pushed himself up to get sorted out, he smiled, this extra pocket money
job he had here, the one that had been a bit strange at first, but now! The
boy smiled, now it seemed that being an errand boy wasn't such a bad job after
all ... ... !