Lynne Leyton v Heather James

Lynne Leyton a vivacious blonde standing 5’4” and measuring in at 34C-25-32 while tipping the scales to 116lbs and literally exploded into Beaker’s life after a business meeting in Taunton, the woman had successfully seduced him when she was interrupted by the arrival of another blonde Heather James. Ms James at 5’3” and a petite 32B-24-32 slightly lighter at 110lbs had been developing a relationship with the male fight promoter and therefore the catfight that erupted was no surprise the fact that Heather had won evicting Lynne from the hotel room after enjoying her success with beaker had left some significant lingering resentment and Ms Leyton’s parting shot that they would meet again had been no idle threat coupled to her whispered admission to Baker that she could box left it in no doubt that they would fight again.

Beaker having related the adventure to Consort and had been delighted when his fellow promoter had suggested a little rookie contest between the West Country based promoter’s two new girls and his latest charges Penny Bridges and Joan Nelson. Beaker had left the final details to the Suffolk man and had returned west to pass on the challenge to his two newest fighters, the idea was to be a boxing match a wrestling match and if the ties were even a two on two tag team decider. Separate phone calls had the women enthused although the prospect of teaming up with each other was not going down well and clear the air discussion was arranged for the following evening at the gym he owned and used for training. At seven in the evening he was in the club when heather arrived with Alex Halsey the pair had been training together refining Heather’s grappling skills ready for her next challenge to her nemesis Juliet Welton Ms James like the redhead played tennis and had started a relationship off court with the promoter that had brought a challenge and unfortunately for Ms James four crushing defeats at the hands of the redhead who each time took Beaker to bed to complete a victory a trend the newcomer was determined to overturn.

Lynne had been embarrassed by her defeat and had been in touch with Beaker almost instantly having discovered his other business in the female fight game and her feisty nature responded this would be an ideal route for her to channel some of the tension of her job into a creative pursuit that seemed to excite men and in particularly him and she wanted him. Fifteen minutes late she arrived in company with the redhead Juliet much to Heather’s shock, “What the hell is she doing here?” she exclaimed as the new pair strutted into the room, “I’ve come to see her knock you out slut face still struggling to get Beaker into bed are you can’t find a woman to beat to impress him so I’ve heard!” retorted Juliet venomously conveniently distorting the truth of the clash between Lynne and Heather and the women started to square off.

Beaker was quickly between the four but it was clear there was a need to settle this with violence so it was quickly agreed that a bout would be fought with Heather James that surprisingly suggesting a boxing encounter oblivious to Lynne’s previous boast. The two pairs of women went to separate locker rooms to prepare leaving Beaker to prepare the ring and act as referee and ten minutes later they were all back in the gym with Alex and Juliet to operate a s seconds to their charges the fighters went to opposite corners of the ring each delightfully topless Heather in a blue thong and matching eight ounce gloves with Alex massaging her shoulders and whispering earnest instructions while Lynne wore a black thong and again had matching gloves as she stood staring with intent at her rival as Juliet hissed, “Another beating coming up James and as usual the winner gets Beaker.
Beaker called proceedings to order, “Right ladies six three minute rounds with two minute breaks between rounds a ten count ends it, so seconds out round one,” and the two women quickly advanced both displaying sensible looking guards as Alex and Juliet stepped through the ropes. Beaker had seen Heather gloved up working the bags in the gym but had never seen her in the ring and so he was surprised as she fired a good looking jab as the opening shot of the contest. Lynne adjusted her gloves to block the blow and skip sideways neatly on her toes as she fired a jab back that was equally well blocked by the alert looking tennis player. Honours even in the first ten seconds although the older blonde, Lynne had about six years on her opponent,” seemed lighter on her feet and she threw the first combination a sharp left jab followed by a low right hook, the jab was deflected up and away by Ms James but the hook thumped into her side and slapped off her bobbing left breast.

Heather skipped sideways with a little yelp and fired a rapid jab back at her rival but it was too telegraphed and Lynne weaved round the fist before firing her left at the woman’s face keeping her guard up before drilling her right in low to the belly clubbing the woman in the knickers sending her tottering back towards the ropes. “Right in that useless cunt eh James no action there tonight!” sneered Juliet as she saw her charge hit the woman in the sex. Heather’s gloves dropped as she moved back to late to protect her love life and too easy to offer other targets to the rampant Ms Leyton. Lynne fired a left at the woman’s forehead snapping her head back and throwing her guard into disarray before crushing the woman’s left breast with a straight right a blow that had Heather gasping in shock and pain before Lynne hit her full in the face with another left.

Ms James sat down more in surprise than anything else although a trickle of blood appeared on her chin she had clearly bitten her bottom lip as the punch hit her in the face and Lynne scoffed, “First blood to me bitch plenty more to come though!” before she obediently retreated as Beaker stepped forward to count with Juliet’s call of, “Loser again!” ringing around the room barely a minute into the match. Heather shook her head and her eyes met the referee’s as he said, “Three, breath relax, four,” drawing a slight smile from the bloodied lips of the blonde he obviously still remembered the passionate night after the catfight and she composed herself slowly drawing in breath before pushing up at eight ready to resume hostilities as he stepped back calling, “She’s good box on!” before stepping back as Lynne advanced purposefully from the neutral corner.

Heather kept her gloves up and close together protecting her face and breasts as Lynne fired a sharp salvo of blows at her intent on finishing the contest quickly to embarrass her rival. As she fired the rapid left right left at the woman’s head Ms James was able to absorb and block the blows with her gloves and arms before judging perfectly her own reply a straight right that flew between the woman’s elbows to smack the woman between the breasts rocking her on her heels in surprise. Heather then exploded away from the ropes with a stinging left hook that slapped the older woman hard above the ear and although the right sailed millimetres from the woman’s nose Heather was able to turn the tables and force her rival into the ropes.

Hooking her right low she hammered Ms Leyton right between the thighs nailing her right in her sex and sending her slumping down the ropes, Lynne ended up almost sitting on the bottom rope until Heather sent her crashing to the canvas with a wicked left hook to the cheek. She turned and sneered at Juliet, “You were saying slut face!” before strutting to the corner as an amazed Beaker started a count over the other blonde who was shaking her head in surprise it was certainly developing into quite a scrap with some startling performances from the relative novices as the bell ended the round with the count at six.
Heather was eager to hit her opponent again but Beaker kept her back Lynne had just reached her feet as the bell sounded and so would easily have beaten the count and with hate filled stares the women passed each other before returning to their corners. Interestingly both seconds had been bed mates of Beaker previously and had also fought over him (It’s My Night Out) with Alex knocking Juliet out before displaying her unconscious body to the man before leading him to the bed room and so each was aware of the fire within their charge this evening although each was hoping to be able to replace her partner in the sack later the tension was interesting as the four women settled in the corners. Juliet eager to see Heather humiliated again urged Lynne to, “Snap out of it you can box out fight the bitch then knock her out before stealing her bloke again!” while Alex was enthusing Heather, “Brilliant you can box do her again and it’ll be you with him later on the complete winner!”

Beaker watched both pairs with interest it was obvious Alex and Juliet had ulterior motives and he had to admit the sex with the redhead had been sensational after her fights with Heather although the blonde had been inspired in Taunton and certainly had wetted his appetite for more that night. Equally Lynne was a fascinating example of confident woman and had a filthy style that aroused him excitedly while Alex had the looks of a model to entice any man she chose and she had picked him what a spot to be in two of them topless all of them fired up and passionate and he was in the centre of it all, heaven! He checked the clock and prepared to restart the contest each of the women looked refreshed almost radiant as they waited for the bell and rose quickly as he called, “Seconds out round two,” before ringing the bell.

Juliet calling, “Hey Halsey in with the losers still!” prompting the pretty blonde to snarl, “The only losers I see are on your side you and the old tart! But if you want another shot try me!” she challenged the implication clear. The meaningful look from the redhead accepted that challenge and there was another contest in the offing as the two current pugilists stepped forward to exchange jabs. Lynne again light on her feet skipped first left then darting to her right she hooked a beautiful right hook across Heather’s breasts stinging the soft flesh before pushing forward to hammer the blonde’s forehead with a jab then crumple her crotch with a low left hook and as heather gasped she hit her again between the thighs to sensationally send the woman to her knees within thirty seconds of the restart.

Juliet taunted, “Down again James that’s all you can do grovel on the ground loser!” as Lynne gave her a clip behind the ear before Beaker ordered her to the neutral corner, “Oh so dominant will you spank me later lover!” cooed the blonde as she shuffled to the corner indicated while he turned to start a count over the stunned Ms James. “Get up Heather clout the bitch!” yelled Alex leaning forward on the ropes thrusting her delightful cleavage towards the referee as she moved. He glanced at her as he continued to count before movement below him refocused his attention and heather pushed herself up at seven reaching her feet at nine, “You ready to continue?” he asked and receiving a positive nod and push from the gloves as he held the mitted fists he said, “Box on.”

This time Lynne forced herself on the contest with authority driving the other blonde back into the corner above Juliet with a furious barrage of blows smacking heather about the head and then the body as the other woman frantically tried to cover herself with an increasingly ineffective guard. The barrage continued as Lynne significantly upped the pace knocking the woman’s gloves aside to drill hammering blows to the blonde’s breasts thumping her tits with real relish before tattooing her stomach and lower belly with another three or four blows before Heather slid miserably down the post to sit on the canvas.
Beaker pulled Lynne back and she turned towards him pressing her virtually naked body against his, “I’ve been waiting for this keep this ready she’s finished!” she teased her gloved right hand caressing his stiffening cock before she retreated towards a neutral corner. Heather was slumped to her side from the sitting position in the corner as he started to count over her for the second time in the first half of the second round and Juliet was the first to make her realise it leaning close to the fallen fighter she hissed, “Down again bitch obviously like the feel of canvas do you loser just think when he gets to ten he’ll be sinking that big cock into her wet willing womanhood while you lie there beaten as usual!” The count had slowed as Beaker listened to the provocative words but continued as the redhead glanced at him and added, “or maybe he’ll be getting into bed with someone more desirable!” she teased.

He focused on the fight but the sight of the redhead eyeing him was distracting her breasts virtually on display through the unbuttoned red blouse showing her wet look shiny red bra cups as she smiled and said softly, “I’m ready lover,” and she blew him a kiss as he said, “Six, seven,” but the conversation obviously galvanised Heather as she started to push up reaching her feet at nine hissing, “Watch it Welton or I’ll smash your face in!” snarled the blonde as she shoved her gloves against Beaker’s chest adding, “Now get out of the way let me sort this bitch out to prove to all these slappers I’m the woman for you!” He did not need to ask her if she was ready to continue and she virtually barged past him to advance towards Ms Leyton who was also coming forward gloves up ready to resume hostilities as the referee stepped clear with a meaningful glance at the eagerly watching Ms Welton her own desire clear from her comments and posture during the recent exchanges in the corner. Heather’s bravado lasted about another three seconds the time it took Lynne to land her next punch a stunning straight right with no ceremony no set up just brute force that drove the punch right between Heather’s fists and slammed it full in her face right between the eyes. Her eyes instantly watering her gloves waving helplessly the younger blonde was stopped dead in her tracks and rocked back on her heels; Lynne instantly added to her woe with a wonderful left cross that tore across the suddenly uncovered breasts of the woman slamming the right into the left and smearing the soft flesh across the woman’s chest. Heather half turned to the left and in the process collected a right hook again full in the face that sent her tottering back and ms Leyton joyously picked her apart hammering powerful blows into the body as she forced the woman back into the same corner above Juliet.

A left flattened Heather’s right breast painfully before a right did the same to it’s partner another left hit the woman on the forehead driving her back to the padding before a barrage of five blows ended the contest decisively. First a left and right ripped into the woman’s breasts hammering each soft orb mercilessly in turn before a further left right ripped into the blue knickers of the blonde hammering any thoughts of sex from her for the night crushing her crotch conclusively with hammer like efficiency before as she folded forward in agony a stunning right hook caught her full on the chin to send her spinning to the canvas crashing to her back out cold before she landed. Lynne had well and truly got her revenge and even as Beaker was stepping forward to count the obvious knockout she was tearing her gloves off as Juliet hissed in Heather’s ear, “Told you she’d shag him loser!” before Lynne jumped up wrapping her powerful but presentable legs around his waist and kissed him hard, “Now fuck me stud!” she urged. He eagerly let her lead him to the locker area leaving Heather out cold on the canvas with Juliet and Alex eyeing each other menacingly. Juliet squirted water into Heather’s face hissing, “Get lost bitch there’s women’s business to be done here and the blonde staggered away in tears beaten again to swiftly gather her things and drive away while Lynne eagerly claimed her prize.
THE END