Fight Night


By Jax Teller


I met Jessica a few months ago at a Friday fight night case. She was not like a lot of the females that hung around the fights. Most char are well dressed and either have a financial interest or a blood line lust to be satisfied. The other female presence was the ring missy, who wore small to nothing two-piece not legal even at the beaches, and walked polarity around to signify the round. When I first saw Jessica she was dressed in tights, summercater bra top, and sneakers. She looked more like a fighter than a spectator, but female belligerent were strange in this environment.


This club was under ground fight, illegal and off terminal point to military personnel. That was n't stopping me though because I was making more money with less piece of work than in my Marine Corps career. I could be dishonorably discharged if caught, but there were as many military as civilian in the club any given night. I say nightspot but it was a warehouse that had chain connectedness fences around a 30 by 30 foot mat. It resembled the cages set up by Military police for over fall detention.


I was there for a fight and to puddle money from fighting so I watched all the histrion in the way until it was my turn to defend. I went into the cage and won my press quickly, the guy was tough but not trained, a typical bar fighter. I went to find fault up my winnings and Jax the guy that was running the show told me that the more I could fight, the more citizenry would get to get laid me and the money would be better. I saw Jax had on MC colors but did n't recognize the nightspot figure. I thanked him and went back to the batting cage to watch.


I was a fan of bare knuckle joint fighting and mix in martial liberal arts too, so I stuck around to watch. I was also doing recon on possible next opposite. Two fights later Jessica walked in the cage and began fighting a cleaning lady three inches taller than her and heavier. Jessica dominated the cleaning lady and won in the second daily round. After her engagement she joined the spectators and fighters who were done. In bare knuckle fighting there usually was n't a sentence limit though, just fight cashbox it as over one way or the other. The reason there were round was for ad and to give the fighters a chance to last-place yearner. Longer battle equated to Thomas More money so no one argued about it.


Jessica was standing following to me and we started commenting on the fights and talking between us. We met later that nighttime at Kilroys and had drinks. We became booster, and I started working out with her when I could. We clicked on a belligerent level, knowing what we had to do to win, and working to get there. stop number was always a billet for improvement and having some one to labour you when you did n't feel like it was a unmediated benefit. She was physically in undecomposed build but I helped her bulk up slightly adding to her stamen.


Out side the ring Jessica was very down to earthly concern and a happy hippy soul. She was quiet the opposite when she stepped in the Cage, fierce and viscously strong-growing. I watched her fight two Sir Thomas More fights in the weeks following and she was a very hard flair to fight because she was so torrential in her attack. It concerned me that in the three fights of hers I 'd seen she had n't fought more than eight minutes all together. Working closely with her on an honest level we grew personally, very close to each other, never going more than a day without talking to each other.


Today was a military pay day, three day workweek end with a fully moon. All these events converged to make a very high Energy exit from nucleotide. I had a engagement planned for tonight, so I planned on encounter Jessica at Kilroys'Irish Gaelic Pub before the fight tonight. I had view of Jessica riding with me on a joy drive to the beach, letting my opinion drift from the fight in a couple hours. I snapped back to the route as a cager cut me off, It would not be skillful for me, not to show tonight or get run over.


As I pulled into Kilroys parking lot I saw her car and I parked my bike next to her. She was going to work my corner tonight as well as being my ride, just in case I got too hurt to hinge upon. I got in her car and we talked all the way to the warehouse. The parking lot was total than I had ever seen it. We walked in and signed in at the office. Jax told me that my opponent was here as well and that we would be in expansion slot number 3 for the night.


For two, relatively new to this venue data formatting, fighters I was surprised to be in the number three slot for the Nox. The firstly one-armed bandit was not a money Godhead, and the 2nd was usually a score / personal friction match that would catch the eye of looker, getting them to the cage and interested. The tierce time slot was the first of all of the genuine money slots. The place was ridiculous tonight, freaks, geeks, the full-bodied and the famous all in one place to see a real fighting. No rules, no boxing glove, no justice, just raw fighting at it 's nucleus. The referee was only there to hold a winner if some one submitted or was unconscious.


I was ready for combat and tonight I had a design, I had done my home work thanks to Jessica. I knew this guy 's techniques, his weakness and I had trained for him. The 5 bit rounds were not going to be a factor tonight. I walked in the John Cage calm, no jump, shadow boxing, no play just stone cold. Jessica took the towel from around my cervix as the reviewer did a weapon arrest, making sure neither of us had any. The turning point individual left the John Cage and the door to the John Cage locked. The Alexander Bell rung, I stood in the center of the Cage and waited for my opposite to amount to me. I quickly took his lead foot from under him with a leg sweep, following him to the deck of cards using my forearm to the side of his head as he hit.


He was unconscious and I did n't bend or even raise my hands in victory. I waited for a second base to see if he would recover on his own, but he did not. The referee took a stifle and checked his pulse, respiration as the cage crowd opened the logic gate. The reviewer raised my hand in victory and I turned walking out of the cage. Jessica said"sanctum shit frank you destroyed the guy."I went to the business office and Jax handed me the purse and said"future meter not so fast, string it out a daily round or two."Jax knew the business and was well respected, so I thanked him and left.


Jessica asked if I wanted to go out for diner and I said"yeah at Killroys ”. She parked next to my bike and we went in and ate. Jessica seemed different through diner and for a instant I thought I had done something to hurt her. The idea crossed my mind that maybe she had bet against me tonight and she 'd lost significant money. I caught her staring all most through me, totally focused on me. I took her hand and asked her if there was a job. She seemed to melt at my touch and said"zero wrong."


I focused and asked her"what is going on ?"Her tegument flushed turning slightly red, and answered"frank you were so sleep together hot tonight."Her solution took me off sentry go, we 'd been friends and training married person. I could see she was all woman now, her base instincts ruling her. She said"listen, when you destroyed Markus, I almost came powerful then and there."As I struggled for Logos she asked"Frank you want to spar ?"Jessica was like a cat in heat, on the prowl.


We 'd never sparred before and even if we had I was sure she had something different in mind. I said"surely why not ?"We finished diner and I followed her on my bike to her gym. This is where we work out, caravan, but had never sparred. She turned on the Inner Light and walked to mat surface area removing her outer clothes until she was wearing just her panties and sportsman bra. I took my pants off and shirt off, standing there in my shorts.


I took my stance and waited for her to set on. Jessica circled me twice testing my reach and then lunged at me taking me to the mat. We wrestled and fussed, each trying to get the upper script, until I was on top of her, my script on her throat holding her down. My legs between hers suddenly gave way to reasonableness, that we were both sexually turned on. My realization was based on my hard cock pressing through my shorts into her wet panty. Then the flavour in her oculus made sentiency, she needed to orgasm. She feigned endeavour to free herself, but I was able-bodied to let go of her throat and snap up her hair holding her John L. H. Down to the mat.


I used my former deal to take out at her panties until I had to move from between her legs momentarily to get them off her. If she was really fighting me, I could never have done this to her. I pulled my boxers off, and returned between her pegleg. She struggled for effect, but it was too slowly to push the chief of my putz inside her dripping wet cunt. This was n't romance, just raw instinctual fucking. I felt her cunt take my cock and I pulled back out and slammed my cock back into her.


She cried out"OH GOD YES"I fucked her with as much force as I could hammering my rooster in and out of her as she cried and gasped for air. The language she spewed, was vial and degrading which just added the totally factor, something I would never cause guessed would issue forth from her, the sweet kind loving hipster psyche Jessica. But this intimate predator, was the fierce and viciously aggressive being that was a hard worker to her base instinct.


Jessica started to shake and scream, straining her interpreter shouting at me, as she came. Her dripping wet cunt milking my putz, hungry for my seed. I could n't halt back any longer and let the Wave of volatile come outburst from my cock burried inside her. Jessica 's breath rapid and raspy from all the guttural screaming, I pulled my stopcock from her twat and wiped the point of my cock up and down her scratch to her clit whipping the last drops of come on her well trimmed bush.


We laid on the mat for some time and then silently collected our clothes piece by piece putting them back on. Jessica 's eyes were once again dissimilar, another look I 'd not seen before, satisfied, satiated. We took out my motorcycle, riding until morning. It had been a magnificent Fri night, but now it was Saturday morning and the air was clean and jerk and clear, washing over our skin, binding us together. This day would not be spent fighting but partying.


We stopped at the 50 's diner and had a breakfast. It was like I was sitting with a dissimilar person when in realness it was still Jessica, but more of her then she 'd let me see before. We decided to maneuver to my place and sleep some before going out later. As we entered my sleeping room, we stripped our clothes off and laid down snuggling into each other. The sex last night had caught me off safety and laying next her nodding off to slumber was equally a new place in our relationship.


Waking late afternoon we decided to relinquish any training today, and to go where the road takes us. It was how I liked to ride, no destination, not to the stock, never to cultivate, just exemption. Now I was sharing this with Jessica, something personal that I had never really talked to her about. She took to riding like a duck to body of water, it appealed to her free flavor. At one long light She told me to go right and as I was riding she motioned to me to pull into the parking lot of a guild called the trunk shop.


She got off after I turned the bike off and said she had to go beak up her pay confirmation. It was n't until that second that I realized she was a stripper, and how little I really knew about the fantastic cleaning lady. Pulling off full contact fighting while maintaining the body of a peeler must not have been easygoing. It also explained why she 'd resisted my programme to bulk her up a little for fighting. She was only gone a few minute of arc and came out all bubbly and bouncing toward me. I asked her what happened and she said that she was being upgraded to a headliner at the club, which would signify she would make to a greater extent money.


We rode out of townsfolk headed to the sun as it started to set on the skyline. It was truly zen like how our lives were coming together. The sun set and the air turned nerveless, riding was great at this time of night, watching the light disappear and the darkness take over. The world-class star of the night and then the curtain of maven that blanketed to nighttime sky. I pulled over to a road side park and we used the facility, meeting up on a bench near the motorcycle. There was n't very much dealings passing by and no one in the park, to I took the opportunity to initiate sexual contact with her. We kissed and hugged feeling each other through our wearing apparel until I slid down to the judiciary keister and pulled her jeans off her legs. Jessica knew what I wanted and assisted me removing her panties, putting a leg on either sid eof my straits.


Her bare pussy smelled so rude, un-perfumed, so perfect. I kissed her thighs from side to side leading up to her bare mound. I used my thumb to attract her lips apart and licked around the rim of her pussy. Breathing I kissed directly around her clitoris and then licked back down and around her lips once more. Jessica was getting bed wetter, grasped my hairsbreadth and pulled me to her clit, grinding on my look. I gave in, letting her guide me to where she needed to go.


I was enjoying my position between her legs, the scent of a womanhood and the wet edifice. I knew she was close to coming and prepared myself to bat up every drop of her confection nectar. It was then I heard vocalization as a yoke walked by us headed to the deftness. I looked as a great deal as I could but Jessica 's suitcase pulled me deeper into her and she came hard. Her thrusts matching the speech rhythm, she was grinding on my face rougher than I would opine to be comfy, almost keeping me from breathing. What a way to die I thought as I felt her splash into my mouth holding my tightly in station as wave over Wave of her nectar nearly submerge me.


As Jessica released the pressure of her bag on my head I looked up to see the couple that had gone by us, were now standing but a few groundwork away watching. The woman was in strawman of her man who was hugging her from rump. They made no effort to shroud that they were watching us, as I stood up releasing my cock from my trouser, I found Jessica 's dripping wet twat and thrust my turncock in her. The expression on her eyes was as if this is what she lived for, rock hard turncock fucking her. I could finger her having miniature waves of orgasm as I fucked her heavily and mysterious as I could manage.


I looked over at the dyad and noticed he had his bridge player down the front of her gasp obviously rubbing her snatch. Jessica saw me looking and looked as well, which caused her to rock her hips to meet my thrusts. We locked eyes as she let a large gush of fall unloosen and her cunt grasping my rooster milking it. My coming was so close I could not have stopped it if I had wanted to when I noticed the woman now with her pants down and her boy champion pounding her from behind stepped closer to us. She reached out and began playing with Jessica 's mammilla, rubbing them, grasping her nipples roughly.


I could n't take any more and pulled out of Jessica letting the first squirt of my get plash over her mamilla. The woman bent down and took my stopcock into her lip slurping the come from me as it flowed. It seemed like the exchange took hours but as soon as I was done coming the woman slid her mouth to Jessica 's nipple licking my ejaculate off them. Her boy Quaker pumped his shipment onto her back and ass, jerking every terminal drop-off on her. We all disconnected and looked at each other as if waking from an erotic dream.


We exchanged name calling and sound numbers and went on our secernate ways. It was as if another roadblock had been broken and Jessica and I were even closer. Things were moving very fast for us and although I had not planned on getting married ever, I knew I wanted Jessica to be part of my life. I did n't say anything but felt like she was in the same place, no rush to motivate forward family relationship wise.

The End