TALES OF THE GARTER & LACE PART 1 OF 3 BY DJH F/F Boxing Story--1 of 3 Update: 24/03/1998 to misc4 From: dhutchi104@aol.com (DHutchi104) This is the beginning of a triogy of boxing stories. All characters and places reside only in my skull. There is some nudity and violence. I tried to write "outside the box" of only tall, beautiful, big-busted women--see how you like it. It was 5 AM on a drizzly Sunday morning. The club had been closed for about 90 minutes, and the only people remaining were John the bartender, three of the dancers, Tiny the bouncer, and me-Jake the handyman. The girls were having a last drink with Tiny while waiting for the 6 AM bus and I was disassembling the boxing ring. Last evening had been "Foxy Boxing" night and several of the girls had put on convincing displays of not hitting each other to the hoots and hollers of the paying customers. Marie, one of the girls involved, was gently chiding here sparring partner from that evening, June. "Hey" Marie said, giggling "you almost hit me that last round." June laughed "Well, one of your gloves rubbed against my tit; can't complain, I got a $20.00 tip from one guy who just loved it." Tiny looked at me and winked "Jake, there is one boxing ring that will survive forever, because no one is ever going to use it seriously." I was about to agree when John turned around, and with a deadpan expression on his face, said "Not true, Tiny. I know for a fact it's be used in dead seriousness three times." We all just looked at him. John is a big, quite man, never says much but knows his drinks, does management and inventory for the bar, and keeps a steady profit coming in. But this pronouncement came from so far out of left field it took us a moment to catch up. Then Tammi, the third dancer waiting on the bus, asked "Who? Was it some of the other girls here? Or maybe... "No, John said "No one you know." He looked at the five pairs of eyes boring into him and sighed "I guess you'll be wanting to hear about them." Five nods and a couple of Yeahs answered him. "O.K., but please keep it to yourselves, I've never told anyone else these stories and I don't want to be telling them every night for a year." We all looked at each other for a moment, then Tiny spoke "Anyone who causes John to leave because of this will answer to me" Since Tiny is 6'6", weighs 310lbs and reportedly eats nails for breakfast, four vigorous assents quickly followed. "O.K., John" said Tiny in his curiously soft voice, " floor's yours". John cleared his throat and took a sip of the beer he had just poured himself. "It was about two, two and a quarter years ago," as a faraway look came to his eye "I was doing inventory on a Friday morning, making sure we were ready for the weekend..... "Sir." I glanced up from my hands and knees where I was counting bourbon bottles. I could see no one. "Sir." Definitely a voice, definitely female. I reared back to my knees, head just below the bar, but still could see no one. "Who's there" I barked while mentally calculating where the shotgun was "We're not open." "Sir." That same flat, monotone voice. I stood up and finally saw the source of the voice. Both of them. They were both Asian, most probably Cambodians from the refugee settlement that occurred several years ago. The were no more than 4'8" and 80 lbs soaking wet with long black hair and faces that men would remember for a long time after. And they looked to be about 14 years old. They stood side by side staring impassively at me as I groped for words. "No minors allowed..." I began, but they silently handed me drivers permits that said Min was 19 and Tre was 18. They might have been faked; but by now I was intrigued (and truth be told, a little aroused) and I asked them what they wanted. Tre simply said "Use boxing ring. We fight." Min, whose face was rounder compared to Min's thinner, narrower face, added "With gloves. To finish." Neither looked at each other as they spoke. Two pairs of dark, intense eys bored into me. To say the least I was taken aback, even stunned. The girls turned and headed to the ring as if it was all decided. Well, I thought, no one else is due for three hours and it's safer than them going at it on the street and I get to watch (I was grinning foolishly at this time) so I walked over to the storeroom for the gloves. The smallest set of gloves were 12oz, great for the working ladies not to muss each other up, but huge for such tiny girls. Shrugging my shoulders, I turned around. There were Tre and Min, in opposite corners, barefoot and wearing gym shorts..and nothing else. Their breasts were well-developed for their size, small but firm, conical and upright with dark aureola and large nipples. I gulped and felt that old familiar pressure in my pants. Retaining what dignity I had, I brought the gloves into the ring and tied them on, first Tre then Min. Both made faces about the size of the gloves, trying hard to make proper fists against the material. I simply said "smallest we got" and they nodded in acceptance. If either noted the bulge in my pants neither said a word. I figured some rules were needed, so I stepped back into a neutral corner and said "Two minute rounds, one minute rest, fight till one of you gives up or can't fight anymore." A quick look at me, then at each other, and both nodded assent. I looked at the clock on the wall nearest the ring, waited for the second hand to reach the top, and simply said "Go". Both girls shot out of their corners, got immediately in punching range, and proceeded to go to war. I could tell that neither had any boxing experience. Most of the blows were of the windmill variety or open-hand slaps. Given the size of the gloves relative to the combatants, almost all the blows landed on arms and gloves, and those that did occasionally catch a cheek or abdomen had no power behind them. Three rounds went by in this fashion, the girls becoming more frustrated as it was obvious they were doing no damage to the other. I expected they would drop the gloves for fists and nails or give up shortly. What they did do caused my then-dying hardon to spring to attention once again. As round 4 was ready to begin, Tre stood up and proceeded to drop her left arm so it lay limp by her side, while with her right hand she softly tapped her left breast. Min stared, gave her a tight little smile, and adopted the same posture. The two petite girls closed to punching range and proceeded to being throwing right hands, their only target being the other's left breast! With their left hands at their sides, they had no protection and now every punch landed. As they fought, they began to slowly turn in a counterclockwise direction, trying to move their tit from the line of fire and going after the other's receeding boob. I was so amazed (and turned on) by this that the round actually went nearer three minute that two. I would estimate that each left breast took at least a hundred direct hits, and even with the padded gloves, you could see the redness and swelling as the girls went back to their corners. Neither had made a sound, although I knew they both had to be hurting. Round 5 was the same, except this time Min put her right hand down, Tre nodded, and both went after the right boob. This time the movement was clockwise and I got the round time right, but the results were the same; two more aching breasts, no sounds of pain, and no quit in either girl's eyes. Round 6 was back to the right hand and Tre called for the belly. Both leaned into each other, heads resting lightly on shoulders, and began swinging long looping punches into the others' guts. They were both getting tired now,the punches were fewer but they seemed to be trying to put more into them. Grunts were jarred loose from each as the gloves sank into taut belly flesh and thudded just below the ribs. While some blows landed near the navel, none went below the belt. I wasn't sure what rulebook these two were playing by, but I figured I was doing my part by not interfering. Both went back to their corners slightly crouched and now sweating profusely. Their gasps for air echoed in the empty building. Round 7 and Min touched her left glove to her face. Tre looked hesitant for just a second, then moved out to meet her opponent. They both jabbed at each other's head, neither closing in as they had done in the previous rounds. Min started well by landing three straight punches to Tre's face, backing her up for the first time in the fight, but Tre rallied and late in the round landed a hard shot to the side of Min's head causing the round-faced girl to stagger back. Both had some puffiness around the right eye and their right cheeks were red and raw. Both were obviously getting tired and I wondered if a break was in site. The girls made that decision for me. Tre glared at Min who returned the icy stare. She then looked at me and said "last round." Before I could say anything, she grabbed her gym shorts and pulled them down in one quick motion. My eyes sent the image to my brain. My brain noted she wasn't wearing any underwear and would the eyes mind very much returning to their sockets. I looked at Min who had bared herself in like fashion, who looked back at me with a deadpan stare and said "no time. To finish." I said nothing. Even if my brain had not been fully engaged in eye-restoration, there was nothing to say. The now totally naked tiny titans moved together one last time. Taking much the same position as when they were gut-busting each other, they spread there legs apart so each had a clear shot. Tre swung first, her punch landing in the sparse but defined pussy hair of Min. Min grunted, then swung her own punch that landed lower, either right on or near the twat. Tre moaned and her legs buckled a bit, but she rallied and fired her next shot that must landed in the same place as Min also wailed and wobbled. Both then got down to business, looking a bit like a demented windup toy as right arms rose, fell, thudded into open and inviting pussies, groan and cries but neither giving way, then repeat. Three minutes, then four, then five. The groans were now screams, the tears were streaming down the faces and the deadpan looks were now replaced by one's of agony and pain. Yet neither would back away; each met the other's punch with her own. Strangly, my erection began to die rather than climax; I guess I was more awed than turned on by this display of raw feminine courage and brutalitiy. Finally, after seven minutes, Min wound up and threw her next punch; but Tre didn't. She stood there, trembling, crying, wobbling on legs that seemingly had turned to jello in an instant. Yet she didn't back away or go down, so Min hit her again and then once more without a return blow. On the fourth unanswered shot, Tre screamed and collapsed, curing into a little fetal ball and sobbing. Min walked two steps away and went to her knees, crying and softly rubbing her pain-wracked crotch. I figured both would need some cleaning up and went back to the restroom for towels and a couple reasonalby clean sponges. I was only gone for maybe two minutes, but when I retruned, both were out of the ring and dressed. While both were walking with obvious pain, Min had a slight smile on her face while Tre looked downhearted. Both said "Thank you." and walked out the door, leaving me with a handful of paper and wet sponges, an inventory to complete, and the look of a man who has no idea what the hell had hit him......... "And that" said John to the silent group around the bar "Is the last I ever saw of either girl. What they were fighting about, what they were fighting for, I don't know and never will. But their faces and the images of that fight are burned in my brain forever." As we sat there, looking at each other and at a loss for words, Tiny said in a whisper what we all were thinking "Wow." June took a deep breath, sounding like she hadn't breathed for hours, and a little giggle ran around the room. It was me that looked at John and said, "You said there had been three real fights in that ring" "That's right, Jake" John replied "but the bus will be here in 10 minutes and the girls..." "Screw the bus" rasped Tammi "Another will be along in a hour. Please John, tell us the other two stories." the rest of us sounded agreement and I think John looked pleased. "Well, let me get another beer and get my thoughts in order..