Laurel Thompkins was the prettiest girl in her school, and she knew it. She was a big, buxom redhead whose eyes were the color of summer grass. A high school senior, she was head cheerleader, and president of the pep club. She was the kind of girl who always got what she wanted, either through intimidation or seduction. Befitting her position, she was dating the captain of the wrestling team, Sven Johanson. It was the start of her last year in high school. She expected it to be great.
Yuki Tifume was an exchange student from a small town south of Tokyo. She was petite, and breathtakingly beautiful. She affected a shy manner, that the young men found intriguing. She reminded them of a fawn hiding in the brushes. A lot of guys had tried to coax her out of those brushes. Only Sven had succeeded. He had asked her out on a date. They went to a movie, and had dinner at an upscale burger joint. This was on a Friday. Monday afternoon, the news was all over school. Sven was stepping out on Laurel. When the red- headed beauty heard about this, she was furious. She sought out the little oriental demoiselle, and told her that if she ever went out with Sven again Laurel would beat her to a bloody pulp.
Yuki listened with down cast eyes, saying nothing. As Laurel strode away, a small smile crossed little girl's face. That next Friday, Sven took Yuki to a party. About half the senior class from their high school was there.
Sven, like Yuki, was an exchange student. He came from a small town in Sweden. He stood about 6' 2", and had sandy blond hair. He had a smile that could melt a girl's heart from across the room. That Saturday, Laurel heard from a dozen sources about the party. Laurel had wanted to attend it herself. She felt as if she would explode with fury. It wasn't that she loved Sven. It was the principle of the thing. It didn't look good for the most popular girl in school to be upstaged by the new girl in town. It was bad for Laurel's reputation.
Sven was hooked. After leaving the party, he had taken Yuki to a dark petting spot on the outskirts of town. Yuki had been more than willing. Beneath her mask of shy gentility was a licentious siren She did things with Sven that Laurel could not have imagined in her wildest fantasies. Yuki took the small town hero to heights of ecstasy beyond all his wet dreams. That night, Yuki turned Laurel into a distant memory for Sven.
The following Monday, Laurel could not wait to confront Yuki. All morning she seemed to visibly simmer. Her anger somehow accentuated both her beauty and her sexuality. Any male whom she encountered, except for Mr. Dixon, was mysteriously drawn to her. Mr. Dixon was gay. It was at lunch period that the two girls encountered each other. The tempestuous red head flew into a rage. She used every invective she could think of, both sexual and racial, against her diminutive rival. She would have physically attacked Yuki if some of her friends hadn't restrained her. In the middle of Laurel's tirade Yuki began to laugh. First she tittered. The titter turned into a giggle. Then the giggle turned into a full blown belly laugh. The people watching were struck dumb. Laurel was apoplectic.
Yuki looked scornfully at her rival. "Sven does not want you." she told Laurel, "Sven wants only me." "I'll beat your face in!" Laurel exploded. "You want fight?" Yuki asked, "I give you fight." "Meet me at the Boys' Club at eleven thirty tonight." Laurel demanded, "They have a boxing ring there. You'd better bring two friends, too. They'll have to carry you out of the ring." The Japanese seductress readily agreed to this. It was what she was hoping for all along.
That night, Yuki slunk out of her sponsors' house. She had arranged to meet two of her friends, Indira and Maria, at the corner. The two girls, like Yuki, were exchange students. The three foreign girls had formed a protective clique, and had become quite close. Together, they found their way to the Boys' Club's gym.
Laurel was already there. Tammy and Barbie, a couple of cheerleaders, had come with her. She was wearing green bikini briefs and red boxing gloves. The gloves matched her hair. Her briefs were the same color as her eyes. Yuki wore red briefs, and black boxing gloves. The gloves seemed almost too big for her. Her small body was perfectly proportioned. Laurel could see why Sven was attracted to the smaller girl. The big girl was confident, though, that when she was done, the Japanese girl's looks would be ruined.
Round One
When the bell rang, Laurel began to stalk Yuki. The red-head planned to use her size and strength to dominate her opponent. This is why she was shocked when Yuki landed the first punch. The little oriental vixen drove an upper-cut into Laurel's right tit. The big girl gasped. Yuki followed up with a right to her rival's solar plexus. Laurel doubled over. She sank slowly to her knees. Yuki giggled. She was having fun. Maria started to count slowly to ten. Using the ropes, Laurel pulled herself to her feet. She was upright at the count of five. She was angry. The tempestuous red head rushed at Yuki, intending to flatten the little girl. Laurel ran straight into a left jab that had her seeing stars. A right cross sent her into the ropes. The Japanese beauty pursued the fiery vixen, pumping punch after punch into the big girl's body. Laurel was in trouble. She tried to protect her tits and tummy, but was socked in the jaw. When she raised her gloves her boobs were thumped. She covered her breasts only to be hit in the left eye. Yuki put three more jabs into her rival's pretty kisser. When the bell sounded the end of the round, Yuki left the crimson haired girl hanging limply on the ropes. Tammy and Barbie had to retrieve their fighter, and help her to her stool.
It was only the first round, and Laurel was a mess. She was bleeding from her nose and mouth. Her left eye was closed. Her body was black and blue, and she hadn't laid a glove on Yuki. Her seconds did what they could to revive her. Barbie broke an ammonia capsule under her nose, as Tammy wiped her with a cold cloth.
Yuki, on the other hand, was as fresh as a new rose. Indira gave her a sip of water, and wipe the sweat from her exquisite body. They tittered as they looked across the ring at Laurel.
Round Two
The big girl was utterly demoralized when her rival laughed at her. Nevertheless, when the bell sounded for round two, the fiery girl came out swinging. No little foreign bitch was going to take a boy away from her. What would her friends say?
Yuki calmly continued to body-slug her opponent. Once again, she had Laurel on the ropes. Suddenly, the big red-head lashed out in blind desperation. She caught the petite oriental demoiselle on the left side of her head. The Japanese beauty staggered. Laurel followed up with a blow to the little girl's bust that made her squeal in pain. The fiery tressed girl began to attack her rival's breasts. Now, it was Yuki who was in trouble and on the ropes.
Recklessly, the diminutive coquette flung her arms around her bigger adversary. Laurel chuckled as she kept beating her smaller foe. She was determined to club Yuki into oblivion. Her huge tits overwhelmed her smaller rival's. Yuki, trapped on the ropes, was taking a merciless pounding. Laurel had shrugged off her doomed opponent, and was hitting with every punch in the book. The little oriental maiden hooked her left arm over the top rope, in a frantic attempt to stay on her feet. Finally, a right hook to the jaw sent her collapsing to the canvas. Maria began the count. She reached 9 when the bell sounded, ending the round. Maria and Indira carried their stricken friend back to her corner. They tried to revive her the best they could, but Laurel had almost destroyed her completely.
"We have to stop the fight." Indira voiced, "That bitch is trying to kill you!"
The little oriental girl shook her head defiantly, "Sven is mine! I won't let her have him."
Round Three
When the bell rang to start the round, Laurel was certain of victory. She was conifident that she had crushed all the spirit out of her rival. She was surprised then, when Yuki planted her left fist deep into her viscera. It felt as if the little Japanese girl had bored through to the big girl's spine. Laurel's eyes opened wide in shock. Her jaw hung open. The oriental beauty thumped the big red-head's tits, backing the home town girl into a corner.
Once there, Yuki began to batter her opponent's tits and tummy, raining blow after blow onto Laurel's luscious body. The big girl's gloves hung limply over the top ropes. Yuki finished Laurel off with a perfect uppercut between the red haired bitch's breasts. Laurel collapsed in a fleshy pile, sitting in the corner like a discarded rag-doll. Maria counted to ten slowly. She could have counted to a hundred. Laurel showed no inclination to get up and continue the fight. She sat on her butt and cried, cowering. Like all bullies, she was a chicken. The victrix, hands on hips, looked down at the conquered vixen. "Sven does not want you." Yuki told her victim, "He loves me." Tammy and Barbie carried their crushed fightress to the locker room.