Mars sees Red.
By Smac
Marcia spends another evening with Sue and her boxing friends.

Corrected 28/06/2001

Marcia saw nothing of Sue for a fortnight though she'd had a couple of days off 
herself so she may have missed her.
Then, one Wednesday dinner time, she breezed in, full of life as usual.
"Half please Marce, I'm knackered."
She watched the barmaid turn and bob down for a glass, she wore the familiar 
black leather mini skirt and, of all things, a light green boxing singlet.
She grinned and began to ponder the significance or otherwise.
"Here you are, haven't seen you for a while?"
"Too bloody busy, honestly it's a bleedin' waste of time having a bank holiday, 
you have to work twice as hard during the rest of the week to catch up."
Marcia nodded. But, if anyone had a gripe about working hours, it	was 
her.	It seemed like she was behind the bar twenty four hours a day now.	 
Still she'd volunteered to make up the hours of the other girl who'd left in 
mysterious circumstances
She, along with all but a handful of the regulars, reckoned that she and the 
landlord had had something going and that it had come unstuck.
Anyway, she was more than ready to let the ebullient Sue cheer her up.
"You've recovered from the fight then?'
"Yeah, she boasted, "only a cut lip, fancy coming on Friday?"
"Boxing again?" asked Marcia, open mouthed.
"Dunno, I expect something will be happening, we'll be there, the three of us."
"I wouldn't mind," she thought, remembering the excitement of Sue's boxing 
match.
"Hang on, I'll give Don Juan a bell." 
She smiled as she replaced the phone
"The bastard, makes it sound like I asked for a week off instead of one night. 
Yeah, he will get himself down out of his armchair as long as I open up, stock 
up, clean up and a few other things. I may as well be running this poxy place."
"I'll pick you up same as last time," grinned Sue as she made for the door to 
escape her friend's tirade.
There was a feeling of deja vu in the little front room. Karen and Sue were 
reminiscing about their fight, whilst Marcia engaged in general conversation
with the blonde Jill.
But soon the talk veered round to boxing in particular. 
"You've never fancied having a go?" asked Jill Marcia, 
Instantly on the defensive, quickly said "no." 
"Afraid of getting hurt?' prompted Jill blatantly. 
"Yes," she replied, equally forthright.
"What if we just got into the ring and I let you slap me mind and you could try 
on the gloves?"
Marcia weakened.
Jill stood up, smoothing her thick black leather skirt. 
That did it.
Marcia got to her feet too, nervously ploughing her strong fingers through her 
long dark brown hair.
"Come on," Jill said to the other two as she headed for the upstairs room
She grabbed two pairs of gloves and ducked into the ring, holding the ropes 
apart for the excited girl.
"Shoes off," she whispered, kicking her own high heels out of the ring. 
Marcia did the same.
She took her leather jacket off, draping it over a corner post. 
Marcia again followed suit.
"I'm not getting my top messed up," grinned Jill and she pulled the white cotton 
tee shirt from her leather waistband and tugged it over her blonde head.
Under it was a pretty white bra full of bulging, youthful breast.
She raised her eyebrows and Marcia fumbled with the buttons of her white blouse 
with shaking fingers.
"What am I doing?" she thought.
Sue came to her in the nick of time.
"Alright Marce?" she smiled, "I'll help you on with the gloves."
She went over to Jill and commandeered the red six ounce boxing gloves.
By the time she was back at Marcia's side the brunette was in her bra and 
leather mini skirt. 
She looked stunning. Her breasts were not large but, as so often in a girl of 
her height and bearing, they were high and tight, the nipples so large and dark 
that they showed even through the light green satin material of her bra. She was 
clearly very nervous.
"Jill won't touch you,' she whispered. 
The brunette nodded with a weak smile.
"Look at these, aren't they beautiful."
She held up the very boxing gloves that had mulched her nose just three weeks 
before.
"Yes," nodded Marcia, unconvinced.
But, when Sue had pushed one onto her left hand, she had to agree, it did feel 
great.
With the laces tied tight she instinctively brought the red leather up to her 
cheek, carefully brushing her face with the knuckle part of the boxing glove.
It felt good, just like her leather clad thigh.
She jerked her right hand up for the other glove. 
Jill came over.
"Ready?"
Sue took the initiative, "yes."
"Right," she gestured with her black gloved hands that she wanted to change 
places with the brunette. That left her in the corner, with her broad back 
against the corner post.
She tensed up and put her gloved fists on her flaring leather clad hips.
"Hit me in the tummy as hard as you like,' she challenged.
Marcia cast a glance at Sue.
She shrugged.
The brunette balled her right fist and dug it into the blonde's belly in a crude 
uppercut.
Jill didn't flinch, but grinned broadly.
"That the best you can do?" deliberately goading, "have another go."
Four or five times Marcia whacked her in the guts and she still stood there 
smiling, her flat stomach was very red, but she seemed to be enjoying it.
Marcia frowned, "doesn't it hurt?"
"Not a bit, that's what we train for, a few weeks of sit ups every night and 
you'd be able to take belly punches all night too."
Marcia swallowed.
"Now, tense your tummy muscles."
Marcia looked down at her flat, downy stomach. She braced herself till she could 
actually see the bands of muscle stand out, she felt quite proud.
"That's right,' grinned Jill, "here."
She dapped the brunette smartly in the midriff.
Marcia was pleasantly surprised to feel no pain whatsoever, even the slap of the 
black leather didn't sting.
"Now for my face," thought Jill, "trouble is there's no muscle wall to protect 
me there."
"Try one to my head," she offered.
Marcia held her gloves out, palm up in a negative gesture. 
"Come on, I'm used to it."
The brunette remembered the blood stains on the ring floor last time she had 
come. She glanced down at her feet, but the white canvas had been scrubbed clean 
as promised. 
She tapped Jill on the cheek.
The blonde turned to Sue and grinned.
Karen shouted from the other corner, "go on Marce, belt her one for me."
She panned Jill with a roundhouse facer that slapped, noisily into her cheek. 
Jill shook her head.
"That's better, "now try a straight punch."
Sue went through the motions for her with her right hand, turning her fist as 
her strong arm extended slowly.
Marcia tried it on Jill's nose.
The hard, red glove connected well.
"And again," said Jill quickly as if to keep the fire burning. 
Marcia whacked her again.
"I think you've got the idea of that," grinned Jill.
She turned to Sue who noticed a dribble of blood coming from her reddening nose.
"First blood to you Marce," she laughed.
"Oh I'm sorry," she muttered.
"It's nothing to worry about really, like I said I'm used to it. But if we're 
going to carry on this bra's coming off, I don't want it stained."
Marcia was unforthcoming so she turned to Sue, who did the honours.
She turned back to face Marcia wearing just the black leather skirt and boxing 
gloves. On her very large veined breasts, above each pale nipple, was a little 
tattoo of a swallow.
Marcia smiled despite herself.
"That's better," grinned Jill.
The next challenge was obvious.
"Hit my boobs now."
Marcia looked her in the face, her bloody top lip quivered.
"Come on."
She buried her right glove in Jill's luscious left tit.
She squeaked with pain and cupped her poor breast with her own right glove. 
"Ow, that hurt."
Sue left the corner, saying she'd get a damp sponge.
Jill smiled weakly at Marcia, "it's not so bad when you get punched in the tits 
during a fight, you can take it then and hardly notice it."
Marcia grinned unconvinced, hoping that Jill wouldn't expect to hit her there.
To emphasise the fact that the exercise was over as far as she was concerned, 
Marcia offered her gloved fists to Sue.
"That's enough for me."
With the red boxing gloves off, she retrieved her blouse from the ropes and 
began the delicate buttoning.
Jill stood in her corner, still wearing her black leathers, she looked 
forlornly, first at Sue, who shook her head vehemently, then at Karen.
After a long pause Karen sighed, "three rounds, that's all."
Jill knew she was her own worse enemy, she was far too good a fighter in the 
present company.
"I'm on earlies don't forget," moaned Karen.
Marcia shot Sue a glance. 
"She's a nurse at the General."