Kiss the Girl
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
When you kiss the girl, there’s a price to pay!


Kiss the Girl

Harry turned over the page in the register he used for booking members in that
was in front of him. He'd just gone into the reception office to check on how
things where and by scanning the page it looked as if it was the 'normal'
crowd, for this time, on this day, were all in. As he looked up and then
through the half open set of sliding windows that was the contact point
between office and members in the 'reception area', he caught sight of the
redhead. That young girl, as she strolled passed the office window. The window
where 'everyone' needed to go to first, so they could book in before entering
the gym, so there was a proper register of who was here. But somehow this rule
didn't apply to her, as did lots of the rules here, and elsewhere, it almost
seemed as if she and not Harry owned this gym.

Harry knew he'd have to have another word with her about the rules, in his
gym. But then again, would she listen? He heard the door to the main gym area
close, so she'd already gone inside, no use calling out to her to come back
and sign in then! Just at the moment the main door to the gym opened and a
couple of the regular members came in. Up to the window that came and signed
in, just as all good members should do. But then again was the young redhead
even a member here, or was it that she just used the gym, because she could!

As the two men booked in and then entered the main gym area, Harry in the
office, caught sight of the office calendar hanging there on the walk next to
the desk. There was a red circle around todays date and that red circle only
meant one thing, it was all related to the young redhead girl! Of courses
there was no need for the circle to be there at all, as it was as if Harry had
memorised the girls programme already. Yes, he knew when she'd be in and what
'training' or 'practicing' she'd be doing on what day, and the circle, well
that meant there be a few others here today to assist with that training, that
practicing!

It was about an hour or so later and Harry had almost let the redhead and that
red circle on the calenda wonder from his mind, when! When the main door of
the gym, his gym opened. There was a group of 'new' visitors to the gym who
all came in together, there were six of them. Six new men, who were all
ranging from early 20's to mid-30's, well that would be the owners guess. But
from what he could see, they seemed fit, strong young men, well younger than
Harry was and maybe a bit fitter than him too. But then again, this man did
own a gym, and so he kept himself in good shape, but these were much younger
men than him. The group were all dressed for the gym, for a good workout, but
Harry instinctively knew it wasn't the normal gym facilities that they were
here for! They were here for 'something' else!

He looked the group up and down, and although he'd never seen them before,
none of them had ever been in his gym before, Harry he knew why they were
here, today! This was the day that had that red circle around it on his office
calendar, and that meant it was the day that Ashleigh, that redheaded girl
who'd just strolled in, had one of 'those' special training and practice days
of hers!

Ashleigh was of course the young female, the redhead with that bit of an air
of arrogance, or was it confidence? Whatever it was, it was the kind of air
that a girl like her can only have. The girl who'd strolled past a while ago
as if she owned the place. Which she didn't, but she was a different kind of a
girl and in her own way a special, and some would say a very special kind of a
girl. Indeed, there was something about her that once you'd seen her or met
her then you were defiantly interested in her, for many reasons.

Although she was a youngster, the thought of education, going to college and
then university. Well, it didn't hold any interest for this girl, she was
already succeeding quite nicely, thank you, in her own chosen 'career path.'
But it was a quite different career for a girl, so to speak. Maybe it was
because the girl had been brought up and lived her in The City, that had
moulded her to her 'job!' Well, this place did have a knack of producing a
number of females that had the ability, the skill, the training, the
determination to succeed and succeed well in any male dominated and especially
physical environment!

Ashleigh was indeed succeeding and winning but her 'job' was a bit different
from the 'normal' that most young females would go for! For this girl was a
fighter, not a boxer or a wrestler, not even a success in one of those many
different forms of martial arts. No, she was just a good, old fashioned, but
still good, a very good fighter!

The City was known as a place where you could find 'any kind' of
entertainment, from cinema's, theatres and many other events venues. But it
was also known, in certain circles for having a very vibrant and growing
underground 'entertainment' scene! In particular and very good underground
fight scene. Of course, there was the normal, regulated and professional
boxing, mixed martial arts events. In fact, there had been some recent
championship boxing and mixed martial arts events going on here in The City,
for people to go to, to watch, see, go to and get excited about. But for
something a bit 'different' there was also an underground scene. One that
catered for those who wanted maybe a bit more of a vicious and a more serious
and entertaining fight!

One of the events that was getting the most interest was the mixed fight
scene. Mixed as in Male v Female and not martial arts, and fight as in,
'anything', yes anything goes! One of the fast up and coming 'stars' of all
this was a certain little redhead girl named Ashleigh! The girl who was using
Harry's gym for her working-out sessions and then her pre-fight training, her
practice sessions. And today being a red circle day, well it was one of those
practice sessions. Which was the reason that Harry was now talking to the man
in this group of six that had stepped forwards to get directions as to where
they were to go.

Harry just grinned, he pointed towards the main doors of the gym, told this
man, that one at a time they were to come up to the window and he'd see if
they were OK to go through those doors. If they got the OK then they could go
in and then to the back of the gym. Over in the right-hand side there was a
blue door, go through that and they'd all be 'taken care of!' So, one at a
time, staring with the man who was now their 'spokesman' Harry cast his eye
over them, first one, OK, next, OK, next! Harry laughed "Off you go mate,
you're not going in!" Harry giggled, that 7stone weakling wouldn't have the
strength to pull the gym doors open, let along go inside and take part in a
full-on practice session! Next OK, "come on, Next", OK and finally the last
man, OK, So, five men had made it through, so far. Harry knew all too well
that these men weren't friends, they'd probably never seen each other before
in their lives, as they'd all responded to 'that advert.' The one with the
bold title, 'Girl wants men, if your tough enough!'

The advert had said that the girl, known as 'Flame', needed some good, fit men
to assist her with her training, 'It will be a workout, a workover you won't
forget!' That's what the advert said, as for 'Flame!' Well, she did have red
hair and at the time when she started all this, it seemed like a good name to
use, 'a stage name' for her. 'Flame' the girl who entered the ring, the cage,
the circle for all kinds of no holds barred fights, the girl who was burning
up her opponents. Well, that's what one of those secret on-line reviews had
said about her. So, she was getting quite a reputation for herself, drawing in
the crowds, and each time going up against bigger and better fighters, men and
winning.

When Ashleigh had got the 'bug' for this fight scene she'd started off by
taking on women fighters, an all-female fight which of course had its own fan
base. But that was all getting a bit too easy for her, then she moved it up a
notch. She was now taking on the men on the circuit, men Vs women, it was all
a bit more intense and a drew a much bigger set of followers, especially here
in The City. And she was winning! The small redhead girl, the youngster on the
fight circuit was indeed blazing a trail through those that stepped up against
her. And to be this good and to go on being good Ashleigh needed to tarin
hard, and to practice for all those fights. Practice for the line of male
fighters, all different, that where now queueing up to take her on!

So, the advert that appeared on one of those fans' website, the sort of site
that you had to know about and get accepted for to find out where the next
fight was taking place, that sort of thing. The advert invited any man, who
thought he was good enough to step up and have a go and put the 'Flame' out,
if they thought they could! But of course, not everyone made it to the girl's
private area of the gym where they could try this out! There was the
application to get through, then when they got to the designated place a
visual assessment too. So, already one had failed and that was just at Harry's
say so, now it was time to see how these five now faired with the girl
herself.

The men moved through the gym, there was a few people were already here. All
of whom seemed to take no notice of the new men as they made their way across
the room and over to the blue door. A moment of two later and the new men
where all through that door and inside and everything, back out in the main
gym area, was back too normal. Harry had handed over the office duty to the
girl who'd finally tuned up to do her job, and now he went through the gym. A
quick look around to make sure everything was OK out there and then it was
through that blue door for him too. Inside, he slipped over to the side so he
could stand there, out the way and watch.

As the five men had gone through that door, Ashleigh was on the other side and
had just finished off a bit of a warm up routine. She saw the men come in and
indicted to the first man, the spokesman of the group to moves that way and
line up, which they all did. She'd only turned slightly to point out where to
go and was now stood with her back to the group of lined-up men, and Harry
still stood out the way in the corner. Ashleigh was concentrating on sorting
out the weights on one of those sit-down machines that she'd just been using
before the men had arrived. She didn't need to look at them, inspect them just
yet, after all they were here for her and so they could wait until she was
ready, there was no rush, on her part.

But still this gave those men lined up a good look at the room they'd all just
trooped into. It was a good size room and was kitted out with a very good
setup of various fitness equipment, machines, weights, punch bags and all sort
of different bits here and there. All of this was quite impressive and of
course there was this area of blue mats to finish of this training part of
this room. But what was a bit more, 'daunting' shall we say, area, the other
part of this room. The part that was off to the side of this fitness and
training area, and an area that the now five men, had been told to line up in
front of.

They were all now stood in front of what Harry knew the redhead called her
'practice area'. This had been especially built to represent the various and
different arena's, fighting areas and contestant zones that the girl might
find herself in when she went to one of these, sometime sleazy, underground
fight events. Being an 'underground' activity, sports event, and there being
no 'regulation' size, shape, make up to the fight area, Ashleigh could and had
found herself in so many different places to conduct her 'job' in!

She'd fought in many different places. There'd been discussed warehouses, of
course as there were a few of them in The City, plus some old basement areas,
As well as empty underground carparks, that sort of thing. One of the most
bizarre had been the outside swimming pool of a very rich couple who'd laid on
a special event for some of their more liberal friends to watch and enjoy! The
pool had been emptied, apart from about 6inches of water, which allowed the
possibility of drowning your opponent as a real way of winning here! The
'audience' all stood around the edge of the pool looking down and in, cheering
and betting on the contestants, as they fought for those who'd paid a pretty
penny to attend this 'party!' This was the event where there had been a
special collection taken from those attending. A prize bag of money for the
last and final fight between the evenings best three constants. In a winner
take all fight for that money bag prize! With the added 'extra' of the water
being turned back on and the pool filling up as the three of them fought it
out.

But that was the night when the girl had won all her fights, with all but one
being against a man, so of course she was going to be one of the three to take
part in this last fight. It had been a good fight and of course, she'd come
out on top in that last swimming pool fight. It also meant she'd come away
with a good, very good fight prize bag and it had taught her a good lesson, be
ready for anything in this game, if you're going to survive! It had also been
lucky that one of the men in that fight had slipped while coming for her.
After that she was determined to make sure she was ready for any 'arena' she
might find herself in!

So, she had her practice area built, she couldn't get the 'swimming pool'
effect, but don't worry she was working on an idea for that! But what she had
here was a quite excellent 'training and practicing' tool. This was an
all-in-one area, in the left-hand corner of her training room. On the floor
was a large square, divided up into 4 parts, areas. With each area having its
own different type of flooring. Bottom right was that traditional blue
matting, bottom left was just bare, hard concrete. Top right was a bare meatal
floor, that just left top left, this was made up of that kind of canvas you'd
find in a boxing ring.

Each floor area different, that gave the girl a different feel, texture while
she practiced for the real events. But also, there was the four sides to this
area, which were also different too. The far left hand side, with half
concrete and half canvas flooring had a bare brick wall, a harsh looking wall
that was well worn in places. Along the top of the practice square and there
the wall carried on, but this time it was plastered. But in front of the wall
there were the normal ropes, with posts or course, that you'd find in a boxing
ring. The floor along that top side was again that half canvas followed by
half bare metal flooring. Coming down the right hand side and looking back out
into the rest of the room was a full, floor to ceiling metal link cage wall.
The flooring here was again that half bare metal and then next was a half blue
matting floor. This now just left the bottom side of this fight, this practice
area. This was all open, no wall, but there was the half blue matting and half
bare concrete floor. It all looked quiet foreboding to anyone who was seeing
it for the first time, like these five men!

But once they'd all got over the 'shock' of the area, there was something else
there in the room to instantly take there minds off of that, and she was
Ashleigh. The girl was still messing about with that weights machine which
gave the men a chance to take in how good she looked from the rear, and they'd
all had a good long stare at her. She was wearing a pair of old scruffy
looking blue training shoes, then a cute pair of short white training socks
could just be seen popping up over the top of the trainers. Going up there
where her bare ankles as the girl had on a pair of, quite tight three quatre
length purple leggings. And these showed that this girls' legs and her thighs
were strong, they weren't that long, as she wasn't that tall. Only a small,
sweet little girl, but they were strong legs.

As she had her back to these men, it also showed that she had a really nice
firm, round arse, a really nice arse wrapped in those leggings. Once that had
been taken in, fully, eyes moved up to her upper body, which again even from
the rear didn't disappoint. The girl obviously had some short crop top on,
then over that there was a more lose fitting training top. This training top
was just that bit short, like the legging and so there was a bit of her lower
back as it met those legging that could be seen.

Both these tops, the under crop and over training top, where sleeveless and
part of the pink crop top could just be seen against the dark blue of the
training top she had on. But most of all, on show where her shoulders and arms
and she was an obvious strong girl. Even though she was a small girl, she
wasn't overly muscular, but there was definition, there was shape and muscle
in those parts of her body that could be seen. She was indeed a strong
looking, small girl. Past all that, there was her red hair, and by the looks
of it, it was long, straggly, maybe even a bit curly. But it was all a bit
difficult to say, as her hair was tied up high and she had a baseball cap on.

But even so all the men lined up there, waiting, already knew she was a
redhead, as they'd all seen her before. Not here of course, but at some time,
each of these men had been to one of those, unauthorised, unlicenced,
undisclosed, underground fights. Each man had watched as Ashleigh, AKA 'Flame'
had beat her man in a fight. Being a fit, strong and quite sweet looking, even
cute young girl, she had a quickly grown a fan base within those who enjoyed
these kinds of secret fights! So, when the men had seen the advert on that
hard to find and access website, that she was looking for men to assist with
her training and workouts! Well, there was no shortage of will men who wanted
to get involved with a bit of this!

Even though all these men had seen her in 'action', that hadn't put these ones
off, as the adverts said 'It will be a workout, a workover you won't forget!'
And to be fair each of these men where look forwards to getting down and rough
with this girl, no matter what the outcome, as it would be worth it! There was
the normal disclaimer of 'those willing to volunteer for this will get hurt,
and that's your responsibility.' Not that any disclaimer was really necessary,
after all these training, practice sessions were for illegal fights, so it
wasn't as if anyone was going to sue for any injury incurred. But Ashleigh
wanted to make sure that anyone who did 'volunteer' for these sessions knew
what they were getting involved in. Hence when getting past Harry, if he
thought the man was a time waster, here for his own kicks then he wasn't
getting in.

So now the five men all waited, waiting for the girl, Flame, Ashleigh to turn
around so they could get a better look at her. A moment or two later and she
did just that, turned around and as she did there was an instant smile, a grin
on each of her volunteers faces. She was quite a lovely girl, in many ways,
lovely to look at, even a pretty girl. Whose dark eyes now took in each of
these men, as she made her choices. The girl had on a pair of large round
glasses, which all added to her cuteness. Plus, on that dark training top of
hers were the words, in gold, 'Kiss my Muscles!' That made the men grin, smile
even more as they thought about that! Now as she took that baseball cap off,
tossed it over to where her bag and towels were on the bench over there, a few
long stands of hair fell down. Her hair was all roughly tied up on the top of
her sweet head and its scruff appearance just added an extra 'something' to
her overall charming look.

A look that was not lost on any of these men, all older than her but still men
who couldn't help but want to get rough and physical with her. Well, there was
defiantly something about Ashleigh, and even though these men had already
witnessed her in a real fight, and how she could perform, so to speak, they
all still wanted a piece of her! The girl moved close to the men, not too
close, but close enough to walk up and down the line and look at each of them.
Get a better look of them, to see what he was possibly capable of? And all
dressed in sports kit, so ready to get into one of her practice sessions
straight away, no waiting around, 'that was always good!'

Up and down the line she walked, taking in each man and at the same time, by
the smiles on their face. Each man was taking in just how good this cute girl
looked form the front too. But then the fit, young redhead girl stopped, she
stood there in the middle of the line of men, she took off her glasses,
checked them over to the bench where her things were, without looking and she
still looked cute and lovely. Each man was now thinking back to when they'd
each seen her at one of her previous fights, how she'd walked around getting
the crowd worked up and cheering her. How she'd scrunch up her face up, making
her look even cuter and more lovely, as she'd blow kisses out to the crowd,
getting everyone worked up, and cheering just for her!

And now these men where here, with her and each man was hoping, praying she'd
pick him! One last look at each of them and she'd made up her mind, made her
choice, for her first session. Man, Number 2 in the line-up, he'd be up first
today.

Ashleigh moved towards the man she'd chosen, the blond one, man Number 2.
She'd selected him for his looks, tall, broad, fit, strong looking. With a
rough look and quite handsome face, he seemed to be one of, but not the oldest
one here in this group. Possibly 30, a bit older she thought. 'Yes, he'd make
a fine start to her practice session!' So, having selected her man, it was
time to get this all started. The redhead girl grinned and made her way
towards her choice, making sure her firm, fit, young body moved in a way that
would hold each man's attention, totally. Up to man Number 2 and stopping just
in front of him, she gave a little nervous smile, bit the side of her lip in a
way that said 'hello big man.' Of course, it was just part of her act as
'Flame', the cute and innocent young girl look, the look she'd give just
before she set about her opponent. Just before she burned him, scorch him!�

Up to Number 2, up to him close, really close, she went. Then up on tip toes,
as casually, a bit cheeky, a bit seductively, her arms went up and then lay
around his neck. He grinned as he looked down at her, she pushed herself up
even further, he leant down, well he was the tallest man here and they kissed.
Their lips met and they kissed, no tongues, nothing like that, well they'd
only just met hadn't they!� But it was still a kiss, a tasty kiss with the
lovely, little redhead girl, 'Wow! This was amazing.' She dropped back down to
the ground, her arms came down, her hands moved over and down his strong,
muscular male arms. Her hand gently took his. She smiled, turned and lead him
always from the others as it was time to play her practice game.

He eagerly followed the younger girl, the grin on his face saying he was
liking all this a lot. She led man Number 2 onto that large square area, the
one all divided up into those different surfaces, and with three different
sides, her practice area! As she led him, eagerly into the middle of the area,
she started to half turn around, she was still smiling as her eyes caught his,
and then ... ... WHACK!

As they'd reached the centre of the area with all different covers, as the
girl had led him there, she'd kind of turned her body, her head a bit more, to
look back at him. To smile and make him feel, kind of special, and by the grin
on his face he thought that. Then luring him in, she struck! The lower part of
her body had then suddenly twisted around even more, she raised her leg and
kicked out and to the rear. Her leg going around and rearwards, up high,
hooking around and sending her trainer into the side of his face. Knocking
that grin off his face and making the tall blond man's body shake.

If he could think straight at that moment, he'd been cursing himself for
letting himself being so easy led astray, literally. For being taken in so
easy by the lovely young redhead. But she was very nice and defiantly knew how
to use her 'charms!'� Instantly the girl, after strike out, let go of his
hand, brought that leg backs down, steadied herself, spun completely around to
face man Number 2. The one she'd hit and who was now just about coming out of
the shock of being struck by her. But before he'd got his head together,
CRACK!� �

The smaller girl struck again, this time a standing swivel kick. Her other leg
going up and around and this time pounding into the other side of him. This
time her foot, trainer hitting hard against his arm. A kick designed to not
hurt, too much, but to make him move alone and into a better position, for her
that is. Which it did, he again shuddered and shuffled across as it was indeed
a hard blow from such a little looking girl. But it did mean he was in that
spot that she wanted him in, WALLOP!� � �

As the tall blond man had taken that step to the side, he was instantly hit
for a third time, there was a flash of her arm, or so he thought it was, but
he could be wrong, and then he'd been struck. A blow, a hard strike caught him
in his ribs, he winced, took a sharp breath as it hurt and also sent some air
out of him, CRACK! Instantly flowed by a fourth and then, WHACK! A fifth blow.
He'd not seen any of those strikes either but the other men, still in that
line, they all saw her fist, her high raised knee and then her other fist that
had quickly, too quickly delivered these strong blows. Two more blows, a fist
and a trainer, followed and now the blond man was staggering backwards, pain
and shock took hold of him, 'how the hell was this 'girl' doing this to him?',
SMACK!

Even though the blond had seen the girl, seen Flame in one of her fight in
some old disused warehouse, but he never imagined that she'd be able to take
him on like this, surely all those fights were fixed, 'weren't they?', CRACK!
Ashleigh had jumped up, up high, sending her keen thundering into the
staggering man's chest as he now seemed to be somewhat unsteady on his legs,
right now. Ashleigh now struck again and again at the man, THUD! Another blow
he'd not seen as the blond had taken more hard blows and was in trouble as he
shuddered in pain, real trouble!

The girl's trainer had gone into his head, sent a storm of hurt rushing
through and down deep inside his head. He shook, closed his eye tight as the
younger and smaller girl had caught his so bad, or so good, depending on who's
view point you took. The blow caused him to stagger some more and now with his
eyes closed he was even more vulnerable to her next attack and of course the
redhead was going to make sure she attacked, and attack she did, WHACK! WHACK!

Reaching she grabbed hold, snatched hold of him and yanked him to her. At the
same time raising her knee and driving it hard up into his body, softening him
up, and quickly followed by CRACK! Having taken the blows, the blond man's
body once more jerked and trembled. His body dropped forwards and his head
fell down to. This allowed the redhead to send her own head flying forwards
and slam her forehead into his falling face. A sharp and vicious move for the
lovely, young and so cute girl! Who, just getting warmed up now, was showing
some of her vicious side, that side she showed all too often in those fights
that each of these men had watched in that past!�

Maybe now this blond man would be thinking to himself, if his head wasn't full
of pain, that those fights weren't fixed after all! He stumbled backwards,
CRACK! Another high trainer landing into his body that sent him back even
further and this time into, thud! He went back into the side of her practice
area, hard against the harsh bare brick wall. The shock of hitting a wall like
that made him judder and instinctively step forwards and away from the wall.
This was the opportunity that the girl was waiting for.

As the blond took a second and third step forwards, at the same time the
redhead ran a couple of steps, jumped up, put her leg out and up. But she went
off to the side of the staggering man and her trainer came down on the wall as
she was using this as a kind of springboard. Those few introductory sessions
the athletic girl had had in 'Parkour' were showing signs of creeping into the
way she fought! That foot and high leg now did their job in pushing her back
into the fight area. So now throwing herself fully through the air, around and
towards the back of the man as he carried on stumbling forwards, then, THUD!
She landed on him, came down on his back, grabbing, gripping, holding onto
him, and she had him!

She took a good hold instantly, took control of the tall blond man, her legs
wrapped around his body, but not in a way he'd would have liked. Her legs
around his front, his gut, torso, and now they gripped tight, squeezed sharply
and strongly around his body, OOOUUUHHHH! At the same time the girl's arms,
hands took control of him further up his body. One arm slipped around the
front of his neck and throat, while her other arm and hand took a controlling
hold of his head. Allowing her arms now to squeeze too, as she flexed it and
to inflict more pressure to a differ part of his body.

Knowing what she was doing the blond man panicked, he staggered around the
multi-covered floor. Desperately trying to grab at the girl on his back and
shake her off. But of course, that wasn't going to work, was it. Any other
time having her firm body pushed into his would have been quite enjoyable. But
right now, it was also her strong arms and legs that were squeezing harder and
harder, cutting off his oxygen supply. Wearing him down, making the, now
scared, man go red, purple, and as he dropped down to his knees, with her
still on his back, now he went blue. The girl thought it would only take just
one quick twist of her arms and ... ... ! But before she could do anything
about that thought, the man's whole body gave up, just in time! He fell
forwards as there was nothing left in him, the girl had drained him! Ashleigh
let go, jumped off and was on her feet looking down at the man as he fell face
first down into the metal flooring. A clattering sound filled her training
room as her fist practice session, with man Number 2, came to an end!

The young redhead looked at her first victim, turned and was smiling as she
looked back at the line of now 4 men waiting to see who she'd pick next. As
she strolled out of the area and closer to them, Harry who'd still been stood
out the way all this time slipped in grabbed the legs of Number 2 and dragged
him out the way, ready for the girl to carry on.

Once again, she walked up and down the line of remaining men, looking at each
of them, making her next chose. Then Ashleigh moved back in front of the line,
the ones who'd just watched all this, and now 'who was next?' She'd made her
choice for the next session, session number two; it was going to be man Number
5 and now she made her way towards him.

He was the 'average' one here, average heigh of the group of men, average age,
by the looks of him so maybe 27 or there abouts. But he'd also been the
spokesman of the group when they'd first arrived here. Not that Ashleigh would
have known that, and if she had known it, she wouldn't have cared about it.
But somehow, his 'averageness', in looks too, made him standout. So, Mr
Average, Number 5 it was, he would be the next one to be given his chance.

The girl now did the same again, walked up to this one, a grin on her face
this time, a grin that one moment looked kind of cute, kind of sweet. Then the
next moment looked kind of sinister, kind of dirty! The girl wasn't giving
anything away in what she had planned. But one thing was for sure, she was
going to kiss him, Harry knew that, it was her thing, the men's 'reward' for
volunteering for all this! Up close she came, close to Mr Average, she still
needed to tip toe up, but not as much this time. Her hands placed on his lower
arms and then as she leant that bit further up to meet his lips, her hands
carried on up his arms. Again, it was a kiss from the cute young girl, but
again no tongues, well she wasn't that kind of a girl!

Number 2 couldn't help but get a bit of a flutter in his gut, well she was so,
so lovely. Then as she broke the kiss and began to walk backward, still
facing, looking at the man Number 2, holding his stare with her eyes. Her
hands moved down his arms, took both his hands and walking backwards, holding
his hands she began leading him to her practice area. All the time she kept
contact with his eyes, as he carried on looking into hers. Then as she got him
to the centre of the matted area, WHACK! UUUUHHHHH!

The girl quickly grabbed onto his wrists, a good strong grip, then she yanked
the man to her. She'd taken this one by surprise too as he'd been expecting
her to try something else, that's why he'd held her stare trying to pre-empt
her move. But that hadn't worked had it! As she dragged him to her, she'd shot
a leg up, flicking, kicking it out and up and straight into his falling jaw as
he'd stumbled forwards. The little girl's trainer going up into his falling
head and sending it catapulting back upwards, snapping his head back and
sending a sharp pain through his jaw, neck and head. Plus, she did it all with
that grin on her lovely face too.

It also sent a great shudder down his body, making him shake as if he was now
'scared' of her. But after seeing what she'd done to the first man, and now
feeling that kick, man Number 2 might well start to think this wasn't such a
good idea. And maybe, just maybe he was indeed just a bit scared of what she
might do! The blow made him close his eyes too, so he didn't see, but did feel
her next move. She released one of his wrists, but still held tightly onto the
other one, then she spun, twirled herself around. Slamming her cute arse into
Mr Average, at the same time twisting around and pulling his arm she held over
her shoulder and once in position, WOOSSHH! THUD!

The girl 'Flame' sent the average man over her shoulder, dropping him down and
across the canvas and concrete parts of the floor. His head came down, hard
and fast on that hard concrete, followed by him skidding across it. He banged,
hurt, cut the side of his head, there was blood and a painful daze that took
hold inside that hurt head of his. But that was the idea, each venue had its
own make up, its own danger to be aware of, to look out for. So, the man
should have chosen somewhere softer to land, shouldn't he?

But that was the last thing that he should be thinking of right now, he was
down, hurt, injured and 'she' was still on her feet and nearby. He'd better
get himself ... ... WHACK! UUUHHHFFF! There was a foot to the side of his body
as he was trying to push himself up, aware that being on the floor, he knew
wasn't the best place for him. But he'd been too slow, in thinking it was time
to get up! The girls kick, her trainer sent Mr Average rolling over and into
that bare brick wall. It stopped him but now it also trapped him, there was no
retreating backwards for him.

His hand, arm went down immediately to get himself up and, SMACK! Just as he
was again trying to pushing himself up a scruffy blue trainer came flying back
into him. Pounding into his chest as it came up and sent him straight back
into the wall, BANG! His back went into the hard wall followed by the back of
his head, 'that hurt!' The blow mushing up the inside of his head even more,
making him pause, as he tried to clear it. But giving the girl time to move in
and grab onto him.

Her hands took a firm hold, then she wrenched him upwards, dragging him up and
at the same time she moved again, she turned, twisted. Spun herself and Mr
Average around as he came upwards. At just the right moment during this
spinning movement, she let go, released her hold of him, as she let him now go
flying. Number 5 went tumbling backwards, his arms outstretched as he fell
back, his eye opened and all he saw was the girl, with a great big smile on
her pretty face. That seemed to be getting further and further away! Then,
THUD!

He'd gone tumbling backwards towards the top wall and straight into the ropes
there, the ropes from a boxing ring that formed the top of the girls
practicing arena. This second man into the arena area fell back, into the
ropes, as he fell, he twisted a bit, an arm went here, there. He tripped over
his oven feet and before he knew it, he was tangled up in those ropes. That's
all he needed, he had to get up onto his feet, he knew that and as he turned
his body, tried to clear his head. So, he could think straight, get himself
up, but his eyes caught sight of, 'Oh Shit!'

It was the redhead girl, that small package of female strength and viciousness
who was coming towards the man and fast, but she wasn't running! All he could
see was this fast, furious cartwheeling redhead coming his way. Flipping,
twisting, turning her body around and around as she headed his way, then just
at that right moment. With her last complete revolution, she went up higher in
the air and as she came back down, CRUNCH! ARRRHHHH! She came down feet first
into the man tangled up in the ropes, one foot into his chest, one into his
head and it hurt.

Then she was back on her feet, and the hurt Mr Average still in the ropes
before her, so! WHACK! CRACK! THUD! The girl Flame let loose, blow after blow
into man Number 5 as he hung there, feet, fists, knees all going into one
place, one body, his. Then a spinning, twirling foot went in, CRUNCH! He felt
a new sharp, really piercing pain there in his ribs, and he just knew there
was one, two now broken there, SMASH! A powerful raised knee into his face,
and he couldn't move his jaw. 'Shit!' WALLOP! A fist straight in-between his
eyes and they closed, he was out cold, and now his limp body easily seemed to
slip down out of the ropes to the floor. Ashleigh was fished with Man Number 5
and her second session here had come to a close.

She turned around, away from Number 5, shook her arms down as she loosened off
after that session and made her way back to the now slightly smaller line of
men. The ones still stood there watching, waiting for the young girl to once
more inspect them, her line of volunteers, before she made her next chose. At
the same time Harry made his way back into the area to remove the 'mess' that
Ashleigh had made!

She took another slow walk up the line, the line with two gaps in it, looking
at each of her volunteers as she made her chose for session number three.

The girl fighter, Flame, made her way back to the smaller group of men, stood
there looked at them as they waited to be picked, but who would it be this
time? She gave one last look up and down the line, just to tease them all a
bit more, as she liked to do, but she'd already made her choice. This time it
was man Number 3, the black man. The one who was the broadest and possibly the
strongest looking. He was also the one with that look on his face, he was the
one with attitude!

She made her way to him, a cocky smile on her face as he was the one that was
the most interesting. When she stopped in front of Number 3, up close to him,
she still had to tip toe again. Well, I said she was a small girl. Up she went
so her lips could meet his as he leant down to meet hers. She knew this one
was the arrogant one in the group; she also knew he was looking at getting
into the fight game himself and this was his way of getting some practice in
himself. The girl was no fool when it came to picking 'volunteers' to come
here! But as they kissed, with no tongues of course! This told her that he
could still be led by his 'desire' for her, so that was good to know!

Then as she lowered herself down and broke the kiss, THUD! The black man
pushed, shoved Ashleigh away from him, two strong large hands thrusted into
the girl and sending her staggering backwards. He wasn't going to be led into
that area by her, he was too smart for that! The redhead stopped herself, then
took a step and another backwards, looking directly ahead and back at the man.
Grinning, giggling and then laughing as she smiled and looked back at him. The
black man got angry, that was obvious by the look now on his screwed-up face,
he took a step and then another towards the girl who was still stepping
backwards and away from him. Laughing, mocking as she went back, and before he
knew it the girl was back near to the ropes by the far wall and he was now
stood in the centre of 'her' practice area!

Then as if this now suddenly dawned on him as to where she'd 'led' him, as he
quickly looked around and realised this, 'Shit!' As his eyes returned back to
the girl, who was now suddenly closer, much closer to him, and, ... ... ... ,
'Dame!' THUD! OOOWWWHHH! There was the sole of her trainer, that's all he saw
as it came out of nowhere and hit him. Was drawn across his face as her swivel
kick found its mark, his face. A good opening blow from her, one that was
designed to hurt, but not too much. A blow to get this man worked up so she
could see what he was made of!

As her leg went around and came down the man, after a quick shake of his head
could see clearly her smiling face. Her hands up in that fighting position,
hands open, not clenched. The fingers of her closest hand beckoning to him,
to, 'come on then!' Angrily he took a step forward, towards her, as she then
took a shuffling, half mocking step backwards. He took another step, her smile
grew, she giggles a little as she again did that mocking shuffle backwards
again. Then suddenly she turned and ran, away from him, the black man, and now
man Number 3 thought he'd seen his opportunity. With the girls back to him,
with her running away from him he went after her. He went running after her
and it was now his turn to smile!

But considering he'd already watched, from the crowd, this girl in a real
fight, he should have known she would have some trick up her sleeve, as if
'she'd really run from a man like him!' But this was all too short lived, as a
split second later the man saw the girl now almost at those ropes jump up
high, then he thought to himself 'Shit! Mistake!'

When Ashleigh was a short jump away from the ropes, she did just that, pushed
herself up in the air. A leg, a foot went out and came down on that second
from top ropes. At the same time, she began to twist, turn her body and also
use the rope as a kind of springboard to push herself up and back off of it.
Now she was heading backwards and towards the man who was still running after
her, she came back at him, up high in the air, twisting her body around in
mid-air. Flying back towards him and there was nothing anyone could do to
prevent her from, CRASH!

The girl's young fit, flying body came hurtling back through the air and then
half a second later it went crashing into the man who was, 'after her!' Unable
to stop himself and as the redhead came back his was, she drew her arm across
her body as she came spinning down. She sent her arm backwards, plunging her
arm rewards so as she spun her elbow went smashing into the shocked man's face
as she came down on him. The elbow in his face and then instantly followed by
her body crashing into him as he ran after her. They were a couple of hard
blows and they were more than enough to take this man down.

Arrogant Number 3 was dropped, falling backwards and down hard to the floor of
the girls practice arena. As he hit the floor, luckily his upper body, his
back and head came thundering down on the softer matting part of the floor,
'so that was a result!' THUD! OOOOHHHH! That was until of course the quite
lovely, small yet firm body of the girl who just jumped back and dropped him,
also came crashing down on top of him too. Being taken down like this, it
knocked the air out of him, so his body jerked and he spluttered as he tried
to take in air.

This allowed Ashleigh to quickly roll off, get straight to her feet, reach
down and grab onto Number 3, with a hand to the hair on his head and her other
hand gripping his sport top. Then before he knew it, he was being heaved,
pulled, turned over and then dragged further up and onto his knees, he tried
to clear his head 'how did she do that?' WHACK! Stunned, shocked, hurt he was
easily manhandled up on his knees, by the obviously strong girl. Still being
gripped and held by her, she now twisted her body and sent her knee crashing
into his face as she got him up there in that position. Once more his body
jerked and juddered, blood splattered out, CRACK! A second knee and more
blood, more shaking of his body, plus more pain and confusion for him.

His eyes closed due to the pain, one more knee to his lower jaw was called
for, it was best for him to keep his eye open, so he could see just what she
was capable of doing to him! How else was he going to learn what a girl can do
in a fight! After all he'd sneaked his way into here to learn and she was
going to teach him! The girl threw another leg his way one last time, but this
time it was her thigh that came crash against the side of his face, a
different place to strike, but still it had the same effect. Mushing up the
inside of his head with more pain to confuse him, hurt him and wear him down.

Before he could realise it, the black man had been dragged up and was back on
his feet, a bit wobbly, but he was upright, just about, THUD! It was now time
for the small girl to shove her open hands into the bigger man's chest. There
was power there and it was another clear sign that he'd picked on the wrong
girl! Number 3 went staggering backwards and CLANG! Straight into the large
metal cage wall that formed the righthand side of her practice area. The sound
of shaking chain metal wall filled the room and before he could open his eyes
after hitting it and focus on her, the girl was on the move again.

But he did, just about, manage to open an eye in time. In time to see the girl
running at him going up in the air and throwing her fit body at him. She was
sailing through the air and as if it was all in slow motion, he was sure in
that split second, he could clearly see the broad smile on her lovely face. He
could also see the leg the girl had pushed forwards, the bent leg, with her
knee thrusting forwards as it was aimed right at him.

It seemed like an age for the man, but it wasn't, it took hardly any time for
the girl to move through the air after she launched herself up into the air,
and half a second later it was her bent forward thrusting knee that was
driving hard into his body as she collided into him, CRUNCH! ARRRRHHHHH! As
the knee hit, her arms went out her hands gripped onto the metal cage wall,
fingers gripping in-between the chain links. She had a good hold, she was
holding on, hanging there, at the same time she gripped the wall, her body was
held tightly against his body. She hung there, pinning him against the metal
wall with her body, pushing against his, hard. Number 3 was already hurt and
that knee into his torso felt as if something was wrong, even broken inside of
him.

But that would have to wait till late, right now the redhead girl was still
clung to the metal wall, pushing against him, trapping him, squeezing her body
against his and now he was in real trouble. Then a now grinning, an almost
evil smirking Ashleigh, as she hung there, she pulled one of her legs back,
hooked it and WALLOP! WALLOP! WALLOP! ARRRRHHHHH! She pounded him, thundering
her knee into this arrogant Number 3 man, smashing the black man's body with
her knee. Then, still hanging there, she twisted her body, shifted her weight
and position so she could THUD! THUD! THUD! Send her other knee hammering into
the other side of his body, as it seemed only fair to work both her legs.

She was showing the strength she had, especially in her hands to still hold
on, gripping to that metal wall. Then she pushed herself away from the man,
but still gripped with her fingers, then her strong arms brough her swing back
and with both knees raised she landed them in the centre of his chest. There
was a squeal as if all the air had been driven out of a pig and then silence
followed. A second past and the only sound now was that of the man as he slid
down the metal chain wall and she was fished with him! The redhead girl still
hung there for a moment and looked down, pleased with all this. She looked at
her hands, fingers and how they'd gripped through the metal chain mesh, 'must
remember that move!' Then she jumped off and away from the wall, man Number 3
was done for, so the girl moved back to examine the now very short line of men
who were left.

She wiped a bit of sweat from her brow as she looked at what was left, Number
1 and Number 4. Then she waved her arm, that was enough for today she was
pleased with her practice, these two weren't needed.

Harry now moved over from clearing Number 3 body out the way to show the two
disappointed men the way out. 'Disappointed' or 'relived', after seeing up
close what the girl had done to the other men, these two had survived their
visit here. But still, maybe, just maybe they would have liked to have had a
go at her, with her!

With the remaining volunteers from her little practice session now shown out
of the room that just left Ashleigh there, and Harry!

The girl had made her way over to where her kit was. Picked up a towel and
whipped her face, Harry slowly moved over to her so he was stood there, close
by. A moment or two went by, then the girl realised that he was there. She
turned to him, tossed her towel down on her kit and looked at Harry, then she
ginned. She now turned fully to him, as if she was acknowledging him and his
presence here for the first time. Now she raised her arms, posed, in a kind of
victory pose, showing off her strong arms, flexing them, showing her strong
arms to him, her muscles. Showing she had a good, fit body, showing she was a
powerful girl, showing the man how good she was and 'Oh Yes', just plain god
old showing off. Well look what she'd just done, she can show off if she
liked, who's going to stop her?

The young redhead grinned as she looked from one bulging, flexing arm to the
other, she did like to show off like this. Harry liked this too, there was
something about Ashleigh that he found difficult to resist. So, he moved in
closer to her and as he got even closer and again caught sight of what was
written on her top, he leant over to the side and placed his lips on her
flexing right arm, kissing her muscle there. It felt quite wonderful and then
without the girl objecting and still holding her pose, he moved over and
kissed her left arm, and the flexed muscle there too, 'OH God!' Now what would
any of those other men have done to be in this position right now?

Harry straightened up and now, being that bit taller than the girl, he looked
down into her smiling face. She looked up at him and then slowly raised
herself on tip toes as she placed her hands, onto and over his shoulders.
"Well Uncle! If you kiss me you know what's going to happen, don't you?" Of
course, he knew and even though he did know, even though he'd been through it
all before, even though he could almost feel the pain before it had happened,
even though ... ... He couldn't stop himself, couldn't resist, so he leant
down and kissed his Niece, Ashleigh.

It felt so, so good, of course there was no tongues, well Ashleigh certainly
wasn't that type of girl, was she! Then as the girl broke the kiss, moved
slightly away, lowered herself down just a bit, as Uncle Harry savoured the
moment, as once again he'd kissed his Niece Ashleigh and as he thought to
himself. 'what am I ... ... ' THUD! OOOWWWHHH! The man had kissed the girl and
now he had to pay the price, and it was going to be a high price for him to
pay ... ... !