Clerk's Surprise

by Kandi (author of More than a Match II, the original More than a Match and Wargames)

Male clerk boxes female customer, evenly matched.

She was only 18, but she'd had alot of experience in street fights and she didn't take any crap from any one. When the clerk behind the counter at the courthouse told her she had waited in the wrong line for 30 minutes, then just pushed her back, she reacted. She grabbed his arms and pushed him back against the wall. He easily broke her grip on his arms and said, "get off me little girl." "You want a piece of me, come on." was all she could think of in return. When the middle aged man started to walk away, she pushed him again and said, "what's amatta? ya chickin? ya wimply little fag! just hiding behind your 2-bit desk job?"

He turned immediately and said, "back off, bitch." She pushed him again and his face reddened. "Stop it, ya nut case."

"What, are you afraid of me?" she taunted. "Meet me tonight at the gym, if you're anything more than the piece of shit I see right now." With that she handed him a card for a gym across town.

He decided to let it go, until he reached his car after work. The word "chicken" had been carved into the paint of his new jeep. Now he was ready to kill her.

When he arrived at the gym, ostensibly to get money to repair his car, he found Lilly inside in shorts and a sports bra, jumping rope. Her midriff showed she was in good shape, but not so muscled as to have much definition to her abdomen. She was fit, but not muscular. "Hey wimpy!" was her greeting to him.

"I want you to pay to fix my car," he said.

"Or else what, girly man?" she quipped, essentially admitting her respondibility.

She walked away to a beautiful girl in the corner who began to strap red boxing gloves on Lilly's hands. When he followed, she threw a pair of black gloves at him saying, "Make me!"

He was just pissed enough to do this. He had nearly no boxing experience, having sparred once with a friend in college. He retrieved sneakers and shorts from his car and changed. The beautiful brunette also entered the ring, as referee. Lilly stood in one corner, pounding her gloves together to warm up her arms. "Let's get this straight," he said. "Once I win, you pay for the car, right." "That's right," she snapped back. "If by some odd chance you win, I'll fix your car and even suck your dick... but there's no chance of that happenin', wimply."

His nervousness came to a peak when someone rang a bell and Lilly charged out at him. He covered up his face while Lilly landed harmless left-right-left combinations to his arms. But then she slammed a hard right up into his belly and left side ribs. It hurt and he bent over and stepped in. She dug in a rabbit punch to his left kidney.

She threw a left jab that missed as he stepped back. He stepped to his left and threw a right hook (his first punch) as she jabbed again. His punch went under her's and crashed into the side of her left breast, flattening it against her chest. She backed up and smiled, thinking it was a mistake.

When she charged in again, she pulled in her elbows to cover her chest, not wanting another shot like that even by accident. He landed a weak left jab right to her nose, without consequence, while she dug in another hard punch to his ribs, before the bell sounded.

He walked backwards to his corner, not trusting what she might do, and there was no one there to meet him. He leaned against the turnbuckle to rest. In contrast, Lilly's friends had gathered in her corner to offer advice, encouragement, water and a stool to rest on.

The bell sounded and the brunette brought them together again. Lilly threw a wild left that clocked him in the side of the head. He stepped back, just avoiding a right that could have finished it. She chased him back to the ropes looking for a kill throwing good body shots and straight rights with all her force. The body shots hurt, but he block all the hard rights. She tried another left hook, but he ducked and she missed. He aimed a right upper cut at her stomach, but she moved back with the follow-thru of her missed punch, so his glove plowed up into her right breast. This drove her back.

Coming off the ropes, he tagged her with another straight left. Then he landed a nice combo, right to the body, right to the head. And she backed up again. Lilly looked confused, but she landed a solid left into his belly. Both fighters held for a while until the referee finally pushed them apart. During the clinch he tried to upper cut to her head, but instead, both punches dug up into the underside of her breasts.

Lilly danced and jabbed at him. When she missed with a right jab, he threw a body blow. It hit lower than he intended, but solidly, bending the girl in half, but she didn't go down. Now she was steaming. She charged throwing all manner of wild punches, which he ducked or blocked until the bell sounded, and the brunette ref pulled her off him.

Lilly was covered with sweat and visibly tired. She drank water from a sports bottle the entire break, while he had nothing to cool his thirst. Lilly's friends told her to end this fast so they could get back to work. She wanted nothing more, but wondered for a moment why her chest hurt.

With renewed vigor she charged him at the bell, swinging wildly. He stepped aside and drove another low blow into the top of her shorts, this time he followed with a left uppercut that hit her squarely on the jaw, snapping her head back. She was too tired to run when he turned her back against the ropes. Her left arm hung low guarding her sore stomach, and he took advantage with a hard right to her left breast that pancaked it back on her chest and elicited a loud unexpected "ow!" as Lilly brought up her guard.

He stuck his left glove in the middle of her chest and began to pound her in the gut with his right. Each punch went lower so that by his third punch, he hit her just above her pubis. Lilly tried to complain but the referee was not paying very close attention. When he slammed a second hard shot to her pubis that crushed her ovaries, the brunette stepped in and pushed him back.

Lilly was furious and tried another roundhouse left, which he ducked. His right upper cut landed solidly on Lilly's right tit and her eyes began to water from the pain of this punch. He landed a left hook to her mouth which she partially blocked as the bell rang, but it resulted in a fat lip during the break.

Lilly was shocked as she rested. Her friends were divided in their advice telling her to attack and to defend, which only confused her more. When the bell rang she charged ahead ready to do her best (or worst). She started with the left jab, but a right hook dug up under her arm and into her now aching left breast again. Her right upper cut landed hard on his jaw. He leaned in to minimize her punches and she dug into his gut and ribs with a left-right combo. When he moved his guard down, she clocked him with a straight right that staggered him back to the ropes. She was frustrated when he covered and ducked her head punches, so she moved her target lower, slamming home a punch to the top of his shorts. When this did not have the desired effect, she aimed lower and landed a solid low blow left to his balls. When the referee intervened and he sank to his knees she knew this was over.

He got up breathing hard, but the referee felt he could continue. Lilly charged out of her corner ready to finish the job. She swung for his head, but he ducked and countered with a solid crushing right to her shorts. When she crossed her arms across her wounded femininity, he took the opportunity to batter her with lefts and rights aimed upwards at the undersides of her tits. Lilly could not defend as her breast flew up and bounced down on her chest until the round ended.

Lilly poured ice water over her brutalized chest to relieve the aching, her stomach and gonads also feeling the pain. This is nothing like what she had planned. At the bell she charged out determined to end this now.

The ice water had brought Lilly's nipples fully erect, as if the painful punches had not been enough. Now he had two clear targets to aim for. Holding her left up to guard her face, she threw a right low blow determined to bring this guy down. But he blocked the punch as slammed home a right cross into her unprotected right breast. The punch knocked her back on her butt, but she jumped right back up, her left glove now cupping her wounded right mammary. When the ref allowed, he drove her into the corner with straight lefts and right to her chest, which she blocked by crossing her arms. He pressed his body against her's pushing her left shoulder into the turnbuckle. He wedged his left glove up under her right arm and pryed her defenses away, trapping her right glove behind her back. Now he could aim high or low, and she could only defend one area. For the remainder of the round half his rights were blocked, the other half painfully pounded her aching chest or her tender belly. Lilly had never taken a beating like this. Tears in her eyes showed the pain of the breast blows, each punch flattening her tit, driving the jutting nipple back against her ribs.

During the break her friend lifted off her top to inspect the damage and directly apply an ice pack. She felt great relief as the swelling had added pressure to the pain. When they went to pull the spandex back down, she waved it off, saying it hurt too much to compress her chest back into the restraints. Topless she came out swinging and with this distraction she connected with a wild right haymaker ("should have tried this earlier," she tought to herself). He tried to cover up his head while still guarding the low blow with his right. Lilly used her left to bloody his nose and fatten his lip before he gave up the right guard and laid a right upper cut into Lilly's unguarded bare left boob. He spun her into the corner with a left hook to her head that dazed her. He went back to work on her naked flesh. A left-right combo had her tits flapping. After feeling both her breasts explode across her chest, Lilly brought up her knee in desperation and connected between his legs. He fell like a rock. From his knees he slowly climbed back up the ropes. Lilly was unable to take advantage and was cleaning the tears from her eyes when his glove drove into her bladder and ovaries. Now on her knees she climbed up the same ropes. But he was ready. A right hook to her throbbing left tit brought her guard down. A second right to her head and she was on the deck. This time her wobbly legs would not permit her to stand. She was on all fours trying to compose herself when his foot crushed up into her dangling left breast. It seemed to take the wind right out of her lungs and she flopped to the canvas on her stomach, painfully mashing her mammaries against the harsh canvas. Her friends entered the ring and helped Lilly to her corner. The nipples were still erect on her red and swollen tits. She knew she had lost, but all she could think of was ripping his balls off. Ten minutes later she wrote a check to cover the damage to his car and waited to see if he would hold her to the rest of her promise.

They would need to meet again to settle that score.