I Want a Good, Clean Fight. By Smac Two school cleaners have a go at boxing. 22/11/2002 It was a wet Monday evening. The after school gym club was half an hour from finishing. The gym mistress had finally relented, a few of the boys had been whining about having a go at boxing since the session had begun at four. St. Mike’s, as it was affectionately known, was a mixed boarding school set in large grounds. Once a couple of sparring matches had taken place between four of the lads, two of the girls said, "us too." The gym mistress shrugged and got the big ten ounce training gloves onto the girls fists. Two of the school cleaners watched in amazement as they polished the already gleaming wooden floor of the old gym. They were getting near the boxing ring which was permanently set up in one corner of the vast hall. The two sixth form girls were pronounced ready by the teacher and they really went for it, putting the timid boys to shame. Tanya and Lucy, the two cleaners, stood leaning on their mops, transfixed. Brian the caretaker came into the gym and they reluctantly began their mopping again. Brian too stood wide eyed and watched the two girls knocking seven bells out of each other. They were in gym skirts and tee shirt tops and barefoot, so quite a lot of panties were on show as their skirts flew around. Suddenly, one of the girl’s noses began to pour blood and the gym mistress, reluctantly, stepped in between them. "Good show, that’ll do for now girls. They embraced and then stood back from each other, both white tops bloodied. The gym mistress, smiling now, raised the winner’s boxing gloved hand. "I wouldn’t mind a go at that," sighed the big, bouncy Lucy. "MMmm, me neither," replied the 39 year old Tanya. They were both big, buxom Devon girls. They were both about five eight. Tanya was a good 38-24-37 and ten and a half stone. Lucy was 42-24-38 and eleven stone. "We never got to do anything like that in my day," laughed Tanya, "unless it was behind the bikesheds." Brian decided to strike while the iron was hot. "We could come back after school one night and use the ring, I’ve got all the keys." The gym mistress, having written a note for the parents of each of the girl boxers, to explain the blood splashes on their tops, came over to chat to the Brian, the caretaker about dismantling the boxing ring before the Christmas festivities. He thought he’d better mention Lucy and Tanya’s germinating idea. The gym mistress looked them up and down as if seeing them for the first time. "Are you serious?" she asked them. Both hesitated briefly, then nodded. "When?" Brian cut in. "Friday," he reminded the cleaners, "then half term week." "We could come back into school at, say seven, it will definitely be deserted by then." Vanessa, the gym mistress, chipped in enthusiastically, "I could referee and provide all the gloves and stuff." Sue, another of the cleaners, and Lucy’s mother intervened having entered and got the gist of the conversation, "what size were the gloves those girls were wearing, they seem very large and awkward?" "They were ten ounce," replied Vanessa, "but I have some eight ounce ones and even six I think." "I’ll just check shall I?" She came back with an armful of boxing gloves, some brand new and still in their packets. She dropped the whole lot on the polished wooden floor. The two protagonists squatted down to sort through the pile of boxing gloves. After a minute or so, it was clear that they’d decided on couple of pairs of six ounce gloves in pastel shades, one pair light blue, the other pale yellow. "They’re beautiful," sighed Lucy, holding one of them up to her pink cheek. "What will you wear in the ring?" asked Brian, curious to know what he was in for. It was pretty obvious that they’d not want to wear gym kit like the two girls earlier. "Bikinis," they replied together. "And how many rounds?" asked Sue, concerned for her daughter and a fan of boxing on the telly. Everyone turned to Vanessa. "Pro women boxers fight ten rounds," she said, "let’s say eight?" Both women nodded. "Ok," said Vanessa hesitantly, "that’s eight, two minutes rounds, with a minute break in between each round. Sue seconds Lucy, Dave, Tanya’s partner would look after her corner. She would be referee and Brian would time keep. So that was it, the rules had been set. When he woke up the next morning Brian had to pinch himself to prove that he hadn’t dreamt the whole thing, after school that night two of his cleaners were going to box over eight rounds in the gym, in bikinis. He’d always rather fancied Vanessa and was more than a little disappointed that she wasn’t to box, but the thirty nine year old Tanya against the twenty two year old Lucy, what a prospect. Tanya looked like she could look after herself but Lucy was a big, strapping girl, he knew she’d look good in a bikini. "Even better topless," he sighed to himself. But his wish could yet be granted. Friday dragged terribly until the cleaners arrived in school at three thirty. "He had to find out if the boxing match was still going to happen. Almost dreaded the answer, he asked Tanya and Lucy as soon as they’d got their coats off. Yes, thankfully, both women actually seemed even more enthusiastic than before. He left them to start their cleaning and headed for the gym. Vanessa was tidying away the day’s equipment. "Yes, she was all ready for the girls." The new gloves they’d chosen, towels, water bottles, the timer, everything was ready and in place. "I’ve just seen them and it’s still on," he told her. He thought he’d chance his arm, "pity you weren’t having a go in the ring." She looked up from her work. "If she’s good enough I might take on the winner." Brian swallowed, unable to believe his good fortune. "Better not say too much," he thought. But he couldn’t help saying, "I’d love to see you with the gloves on." He turned and left before Vanessa could comment, but he was sure the seed was sown. His mind returned to the present as he began to lock up the school. He and the cleaners were out by five thirty to return again, under over of darkness at seven pm. "What would the evening bring?" he wondered. It was as quiet as a grave as he pushed his bike up to the main entrance. He fought with the heavy old door for a couple of minutes before slipping inside. He knew the school so well, after all these years, he could move around easily, even in the pitch dark. He made his way to the gym and, having carefully drawn the black out curtains, flipped on the big mercury lamps. The glare blinded him for a few moments, "god, we’ll be able to see every little detail," he thought. There was a tapping on the fire escape door. He let Tanya and Dave in. She looked radiant. Lucy and her mum, Sue came in with Vanessa, through the main school. "Right," said Vanessa, taking charge, "let’s do it." The two, Lucy and Tanya, looked at each other. They picked up the little bags each had brought and Vanessa showed them to the adjacent changing rooms. The stools were in the boxing ring with a little pair of the pastel boxing gloves on each. Large towels were draped over the ropes at each corner and there was a little table and chair for the time keeper. Vanessa waited in the ring with Dave and Sue on the corner apron. The dressing room door banged open and Lucy and Tanya walked barefoot over to the ring. Each wore a dressing gown. As soon as the gowned women were in the ring, Vanessa got Elastoplast over their knuckles. She joked with them both, but could tell they were both really scared. She tried to keep up the momentum. "Right," she said to both fighters, "off with your dressing gowns." Once the gowns were off both women sensed, there could be no going back. Tanya stood self consciously in her pale yellow bikini. The bottoms were tie sided and it had taken her and Lucy ages to get them right in the changing room. "Can you lace on her gloves?" she asked Dave. He nodded stoically and picked up Tanya’s pale yellow six ounce gloves. Sue stood in her corner in a very brief bikini, light blue to match her eyes and her boxing gloves. Vanessa went over to sort out Sue’s gloves, but came back to check out Dave’s handiwork, before winding more Elastoplast over Tanya’s strong wrist, to stop the laces coming undone during the fight. "I’m done," she announced to the four other people in the ring. As if the make sure she was ready for the bout to begin, she went to a neutral corner and nodded to Brian. He intoned, his voice cracking with excitement and disbelief, "seconds out, round one." As soon as Sue and Dave were out of the ring he dinged the old bell in front of him. To him it all seemed so incongruous. The two bikini clad women, one twice the age of the other, coming together in the centre of the boxing ring each wearing a little pair of pastel boxing gloves. Sue was already urging her daughter on from just outside her corner. "Come on, get stuck in you two." But in the ring, the two women stood off and exchanged patty cake slaps aimed at one another’s gloves and shoulders. Vanessa looked disappointed and Brian fiddled distractedly with the stopwatch. Whilst he thought the women looked very sexy in the little bikinis and boxing gloves he wasn’t looking forward to sitting through eight rounds of them dancing around one another. That they were scared was understandable but, they had both agreed to go the eight rounds. The tension among the four non combatants began to be palpable. In the ring the two boxers seemed to sense the build up of frustration and the effeminate slaps turned slowly to straighter punches into their opponent’s upper chest. Half way through the round after over a minute’s shilly shallying, whether by accident or design, Lucy banged a fierce straight right into Tanya’s bikini. The silky material was gossamer thin and Tanya felt the blow as if she’d worn nothing. She’d never been hit hard in the tits before and the searing pain made her shriek. "Ouch," she pursed her lips in a most becoming manner. Everyone, except perhaps Tanya, perked up. Vanessa came off where she’d been lounging, pushing her back off the ring ropes. Sue squealed with delight and Brian put down the stopwatch. Tanya tried to ease the hurt in her left tit. She massaged it through the thin bra cup with the inside of her left wrist but the lumpy laces and bindings seemed to make it feel worse. She knew, in her heart of hearts, that she didn’t want to take too many more straight punches to her breasts. Then she thought if that punch hurt me......... she tried to get to Lucy’s bulging bra but the young girl cuffed her painfully in the left ear with a loping right haymaker for her trouble. "Oh shit," groaned Tanya. Her breast, now the whole side of her face hurt. She glanced at Vanessa. She lounged back impassively on the ropes. Tanya shrugged her shoulders and eyed her young opponent. "She’s only a kid," she thought. She flicked out a straight left. Bingo, it caught Lucy square in her mouth. "That must have hurt," she thought. Sure enough Lucy backed off slightly. Sue egged her daughter on, "don’t be scared of ‘er, smack her in those saggy tits again." Considering she and Tanya were quite good friends it show how worked up she was getting. Though well into her forties herself, Brian had a momentary mental picture of Sue, in the boxing ring. Then he dismissed it, she just wasn’t the type, however bombastic she seemed now. The two boxers in the ring did open up a bit though, they exchanged left leads to the head until the end of the round, about fifteen seconds in all after Lucy’s punch in the mouth. At the bell they both dropped their gloves and stood as if unsure of what to do. Vanessa pushed her back off the ropes and shooed them to their corners. Tanya plonked down thankfully onto her stool, whilst Lucy stood rubbing the knuckle part of her little blue gloves together, the corners of her mouth turned down, her eyes downcast. Tanya’s eyes were downcast too, but this was because she was checking out her left breast, it felt like it was swollen to twice it’s normal, large size. "It looks fine," she sighed to herself. The pain was almost gone, perhaps she’d been too hasty in worrying about taking more punches there. The thought bucked her up a bit as did Dave’s sponging of her reddened face and the back of her burning neck. He replaced the damp hank of hair and stood back to admire his wife. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her looking sexier. She glowed. Her eyes were bright, she looked rather flushed but then she had just done two minutes of boxing and, during the last twenty seconds or so both girls had taken some stiff jabs in the face. She had a thin sheen of sweat all over her, cleavage, belly, back and thighs, as if she were lightly oiled. He felt a stirring in his pants. Brian dinged the bell to begin the second round. Sue hadn’t tended her daughter at all during the break, choosing instead to keep up her constant stream of frenzied advice to the sullen Lucy. Lucy padded out, almost gratefully it seemed, to stop at arms length from Tanya. They touched gloves and Tanya even managed a weak smile, before Lucy lashed out with a clumsy right cross to catch her in the left breast again. Perhaps she was heeding her mother’s advice after all. The scything punch didn’t crush her tit this time more like it pulled taut the right hand side of the tit flesh and sent the whole breast swinging across her chest. Lucy was almost off balance after the wild punch and Tanya threw a rather vicious uppercut into her ribs. The thud could be clearly heard all round the large gym. Lucy covered up immediately, she’d been stung herself. It was a classic punch, very satisfying for one of the boxers, very painful for the other. Lucy had her mouth open, gulping like a goldfish, it looked like she was fighting for breath. Dave shouted, "follow that up, go on get after her." It was too good an opportunity to miss. Despite the pain in her chest Tanya piled in and Lucy ended up in her own corner, back to the corner post, her livid mother’s bandsaw voice in her ear again. While Tanya was trying to get as many punches in as she could, Sue was shouting, "don’t let her do that, hit her back....." Lucy took most of Tanya’s amateurish punches on her gloves, arms and shoulders but a few good shots did get through. One particularly nice straight right to her left tit gave Tanya of good deal of satisfaction and at the end of the flurry of punches and after Lucy had managed to bulldoze her way out of her corner, Brian noticed she had a smudge of blood under her button nose. Tanya obviously saw it too as she tried to get into Lucy’s face again. But Lucy covered up well and made good use of the short lull afterwards to regain some of her composure. They seemed more at ease with their surroundings now. An exchange of, mostly, left leads continued until the bell. Both took leather in the face and tits. Both sat on their stools for the break. Sue moaned as she slapped a damp sponge on the middle of Lucy’s face. "She’s started your nose bleedin’ now, and she still looks fresh as a daisy." Lucy’s shoulders slumped. "Give it a rest mum, it’s early days yet." The mood in Tanya’s corner was very different. Dave was upbeat. Tanya was sweating profusely, her face and breasts stung a little but she felt better than at the end of the previous round. Dave decided to tell her how aroused the sight of her boxing made him. She patted him on the forearm with her pale yellow boxing glove. Their eyes met. Brian dinged the bell for round three and both women rushed from their corners. They got stuck in straight away, crisp, classic left leads and straight rights. Every time that Tanya caught Lucy in the face with a jab, and there were many, her little yellow gloves spread the blood from her nose around. They were both panting and sweaty at the bell. They both grinned as they turned for their corners, even though Lucy’s was a little bloody. It transpired that neither of them wanted their bikini tops to get messed up, as it looked quite likely that they would, given that Lucy’s nose was already dripping, so, much to Brian’s delight their corner’s agreed that they should remove their boxer’s bra. Sue, as usual, moaned about Lucy being at a disadvantage, having bigger breasts, but she managed to get the halter neck off and Lucy sat, her beautiful forty two inchers glistening in the harsh ring lights. Her light brown areola were like small saucers, but her little nipples were quite tiny, merely two protuberances on the end of each tit. Tanya stood for her bra to be removed. She banged her little yellow gloves together in front of her flat, downy tummy whilst Dave managed to get the two bows at her back and the nape of her neck undone. He lovingly peeled the thin material away from his wife’s, slightly sagging breasts. Tanya’s nipples were a different thing altogether. Released from the confining bra, they stuck out about three quarters of an inch and she was pierced. Through each long, pink teat there was a thick, gold ring. It was clear that Dave had taken them out many times before and he soon had them in his pocket. He stood back and looked appreciatively at Tanya’s heavy, bare, freckled breasts. Lucy massaged her firm, youthful breasts with her little blue boxing gloves. A goggle eyed Brian dinged the bell and the bare breasted Tanya came forward, seemingly eager for the fourth round of boxing. Lucy looked sullen and lack lustre, but at least her mum had cleaned up her bloody face. There was a different atmosphere at the start of round four, maybe it was the bare breasts, maybe the smudges of blood on the women boxers faces and shoulders. Straight away Tanya poked out her very effective left lead and her little yellow glove thwacked into the approaching girl’s nose. Her blonde head was snapped back. She looked daggers at Tanya, whilst bright red blood began to trickle from both her nostrils. Sue swore at her to retaliate. Vanessa suddenly began to take more interest in the boxers as the lower half of Lucy’s face became wet with her blood. Lucy still showed no sign of getting stuck in and Tanya came up with a sneaky right uppercut, catching her just above her pantie line. The air gushed out of the youngster’s lungs and tiny droplets of blood sprayed, mostly over Tanya. She was glad they’d lost their bras, it would certainly have been spotted with blood otherwise. Lucy gasped for breath, her mouth open, gloves grasping her meaty, white thighs. She was in no position to defend herself, Vanessa was forced, albeit reluctantly, to step in and give her an eight count. Sue was beside herself, "what the hell are you doing?" she screamed at Lucy. By the time Lucy got her breath back, after a very slow eight count, her demeanour had transformed. With a minute of the round still to go Vanessa waved Tanya back into the fray and the leather began to fly again. Sue and Dave were on their toes, urging their fighter on. It was mostly left leads and mostly to the face but each collected a few good punches in the chest. By the end of thee minute Lucy’s nose was dripping again and Dave noticed his wife’s nose was bleeding slightly too. Brian dinged the bell, the boxers dropped their gloves and stared at one another for a second or two before turning for their corners. "This is getting a bit serious isn’t it?" asked Dave. Tanya said nothing. But she did glance down at the top slopes of her breasts and cleavage. Over in the opposite corner Sue still harangued her daughter. Sue grabbed the top rope on tip toe as the fighters came together near the centre of the ring. She looked as if she would have liked to be in there boxing herself. It was a side of her that Brian had not seen before. Lucy smacked Tanya hard in the mouth with a cracking straight right. Tanya whimpered and raised her little yellow gloves to try to protect her face. She groaned again as Lucy’s little blue glove found her bare left breast. For the first time in the fight one of the boxers, Tanya, looked distressed and maybe not put too strongly, frightened. Her husband, in her corner, looked grim set, his hand clutching her towel as if ready to call a halt to the punishment his wife was taking. But Tanya was made of sterner stuff. She uppercut Lucy in the left breast as hard as she could. Lucy’s left nipple brushed her cheek as her heavy tit was lifted bodily by the cruel blow. Tanya had bought herself a little time. Both women’s bare left breast glowed bright pink. But it didn’t take long for the twenty two year old to recover from the punch in her left tit. She began to come forwards again, stalking to older woman. Tanya stoically brought her gloves up to her chin again as Lucy flicked out her left jab. The leather thwacked Tanya between her hanging breasts, squeezing both of the insides which formed her long, deep cleavage. "Christ, that hurts," she groaned to herself. As is spurred on by the pain though, Tanya came up on her toes and began to look determined, really for the first time in the round. Lucy seemed to sense the change and began to back off, until she felt the rough ring ropes on her sweat slicked back. Then she flicked out her crisp left lead, catching Tanya on the right shoulder. The little six ounce gloves were proving very effective on the two hefty women. As it was Tanya’s shoulder flared red where the glove had impacted. Tanya replied with a good straight right of her own into the centre of the blonde’s face and a more even and sustained exchange of punches took place near one of the neutral corners. Now both Dave and Sue cheered their fighter on. The boxers reddened, sweaty breasts jiggled and swayed around as they moved around the ring, punching and taking punches. Blood from somewhere, it had to be Lucy’s nose, began to be spread around again, smudging their faces, shoulders and breasts. They’d both had their boxing baptism by now, they looked like seasoned boxers. Bloodied, but up for it. Indeed, Lucy’s bloody nose gave Tanya something to aim for. She put as many straight lefts and rights into Lucy’s poor face as she could. Lucy didn’t just stand and let her do it though and Tanya took plenty of leather in her own face and tits too. So the lively round ended with the two boxers toe to toe in the middle of the ring, fists and tits flying everywhere and blood running off the end of Lucy’s chin, down over her gorgeous, swinging breasts. She looked primitive indeed as she turned for her corner at the bell. Her mother jumped into the ring and began to dab at her daughter’s streaming nose. "Leave it mum, it’ll stop on it’s own." She knew this from experience in countless playground fights at school. Opposite, Dave was at once excited but also concerned at the way the boxing match was panning out. Tanya had looked outclassed at the start of the fourth but now she looked in much better shape than her bloodied opponent. Brian surveyed the scene in his, should be deserted, gym. Vanessa who, up until now, had had almost nothing to do, squat in a neutral corner, her little notebook on her black leather clad thigh, totting up the points for the last round. He could see the outline of her hard nipples under her flimsy tee shirt. He glanced over to Tanya’s corner where Dave was busily, but gently sponging down his wife’s scarlet breasts. She looked a little puffy round the eyes and her lips looked rather fatter than usual, but otherwise she looked sexier than he’d ever imagined. Lucy still had blood dripping down into her deep cleavage and she was breathing through her mouth all the time, she looked to be the loser but it was clear that she was far from finished. Indeed she positively sprang up when he rang the bell and darted to the centre of the ring, seemingly eager for round five. Vanessa came off the ropes too and for a few moments all three of them stood together in the squared circle. Vanessa, the one Brian most admired looked sensational, dressed as she was in tight leather trousers and a thin cotton top. She looked so much in control. Tanya looked pretty magnificent too, especially given her age. The forty year old bounced her once pastel yellow gloves on her big, shiny thighs, her bosom heaving, her face bruised but radiant. Opposite her the young Lucy, like a beautiful wounded animal, looked dangerous. Her firm breasts jutting out from her chest, shiny with blood from her still running nose. Vanessa stepped back and the leather began to fly once more. For a minute or so the ring seemed full of blood smudged boxing gloves, swaying and distorted tits, groans and the sound of damp leather on sweaty female flesh. When they briefly stood back from the onslaught Brian took in Lucy’s nose, streaming blood again, trickles now running down over her downy belly, soon her light blue thong would be soggy with more than just sweat and excitement. Her mother was remonstrating with her, pleading for her to knock out the older woman before she could cause any more facial damage. Tanya too now had some blood on her face, it looked like her nose had properly begun to bleed too, but it was her eyes that had suffered the most, they were puffy and her poor breasts looked hard swollen, her pierced nipples standing out about three quarters of an inch looked raw too. Vanessa slipped out of the ring and delved into her sports bag. She went to Tanya’s corner, "here, put some of this on her poor nipples," she gave Dave a large jar of petroleum jelly, "I know what that feels like myself." After gently sponging his wife’s bruised tits he smeared a large dab of the grease over each of Tanya’s teats, she sighed. He looked carefully at her nose, both nostrils were bleeding but it wasn’t too bad, he decided not to draw her attention to it. Her tits must have been hurting her above all, she’d squirmed on her stool when he’d sponged them off, even though his touch was feather light. "Three more rounds," he thought, he wondered what the next ten minutes would bring. Brian eagerly dinged the bell to herald the sixth round. Tanya and Lucy eased themselves off their stools, not quite so eagerly. Lucy seemed to hunch her broad shoulders and bunch her fists tighter in the little blue six ouncers. Tanya came forward tentatively, her yellow gloves up to her chin, she could see the look in Lucy's puffy eyes. As expected, Lucy drove her right fist into Tanya's midriff. It was too far into the fight and too near the start of the round, she was completely untensed. She was winded and temporarily unable to move, her gloves dropped down of their own accord and Lucy whacked her in the face, hard. Tanya felt her nose give, she'd never had her nose broken before but, instinctively, she knew that Lucy had just busted her poor nose. She couldn't see through her tears and Lucy took the opportunity to punish her terribly, banging both her thinly padded fists into Tanya's luscious breasts. Dave yelled at her to go down, but a cruel uppercut to her already weakened belly sent to her to her knees anyway. She knelt there, her pretty yellow gloves cupped over her trembling thighs, blood literally running down her cleavage and even over her creased, scalding belly. She looked a sorry sight. Brian glanced at the old clock, only thirty seconds into the sixth! Would she make it up? Did she really want to? Vanessa began a slow count, a concerned look on her handsome face. Dave was shouting, "stay down love, stay down," at the top of his voice. More by instinct than design, she brought one of her bare feet up and, levering her forearm on her sweaty, spattered thigh, pushed herself upright. She stood, just. Dave sagged back onto his chair, faced. Vansessa moved over from her neutral corner and asked Tanya the obvious question. She nodded doe-eyed, bringing her boxing gloves up to her still streaming nose. Vanessa waved Lucy over. Lucy looked fightened at what she'd done. Almost reluctantly she too raised her once blue gloves to cover her battered face as best she could. She poked her left fist into Tanya's eye and they were at it again. They exchanged fairly crisp leads until the bell, hard enough to keep the claret flowing from each sore nose. Brian dinged the bell. Tanya shuffled back to her corner, openly crying. Lucy made it to her corner, she too was sobbing. Vanessa leant overr the tope rope to speak to Brian, her breasts threatening to escape from her inadequate little top. "That means there's still two rounds left doesn't it?" He nodded, dreading her reply. "I'll tell them that I'm going to call it a day. I'm sure that Tanya's nose is broken and Lucy will be the same if it goes on any longer." Brian was sorely disappointed that there would be no clear winner for the match against Vanessa, but in his heart of hearts he knew she was right to stop it. She slowly went to each corner and there was only dissent from one quarter, Sue. She was so pumped up, she still wanted Lucy to be given the opportunity to try to knock Tanya out. Vanessa come back to Brian. He mentioned his disappointment to her. "Don't worry," she replied, cryptically, "I'm up for a fight myself now, if I can find an opponent, and I'm more than sure I can." Brian began to think about more mundane things, like locking up, whilst Vanessa helped the sobbing boxers get ready to leave the ring. Her face flushed deeply as she went from one corner to the other collecting up blood soaked swabs and throwing them into a white plastic bucket. Tanya hobbled over to Lucy's corner and, studiously ignoring Sue, hugged her young opponent. "Never again," they chorus. The two inexperienced seconds struggled to get the litte boxing gloves off their fighter's fists, Vanessa had to go to each corner in the end, to help out. With the gloves off, after much wringing of hands both Lucy and Tanya retrieved their bikini tops from the top rope of their respective corners, glad that they had shed them although, ironically, both pairs of bikini pants were blood stained now. Vanessa dropped the soggy, blood wet gloves into the bucket as well, shaking her head, she'd have to replace them, but it was well worth the cost, her last orgasm of many had been the best she'd had for as long as she could remember. Under her skin tight leather trousers her tiny g string was also sopping wet! She made up her mind, there and then, to 'phone her prospective opponent the moment she was at home, alone in her flat. She shuddered and flushed again as she remembered the last time she and Amy had boxed. Then her thoughts turned to more recent events and she pictured how Tanya had stood in her corner to have Dave remove the huge rings through her teats, and her mind wandered else where.