engagement night


By Jax Teller


I met Jessica a few months ago at a Fri fight night event. She was not like a lot of the female person that hung around the scrap. nearly women are well dressed and either have a financial interest or a blood lust to be satisfied. The early distaff front was the ring lady friend, who wore picayune to null bikini not legal even at the beaches, and walked signs around to mean the round. When I first saw Jessica she was dressed in tights, sportswoman bra top, and sneakers. She looked more like a fighter than a spectator, but female fighters were unusual in this environment.


This lodge was under primer coat scrap, illegal and off limits to armed forces personnel. That was n't stopping me though because I was making more money with to a lesser extent work than in my Marine corp career. I could be dishonorably discharged if caught, but there were as many armed services as civilian in the club any given night. I say clubhouse but it was a warehouse that had chain contact fences around a 30 by 30 ft mat. It resembled the cages set up by military law for over menses detainment.


I was there for a fight and to wee money from fighting so I watched all the players in the room until it was my turn to fight. I went into the cage and won my conflict quickly, the guy was tough but not trained, a typical bar battler. I went to plunk up my winnings and Jax the guy that was running the show told me that the to a greater extent I could press, the more citizenry would get to get laid me and the money would be ameliorate. I saw Jax had on MC vividness but did n't recognize the ball club public figure. I thanked him and went back to the Cage to watch.


I was a fan of bare knuckle joint scrap and shuffle martial arts too, so I stuck around to watch. I was also doing recon on potential next opposition. Two combat later Jessica walked in the cage and began fighting a woman three column inch taller than her and overweight. Jessica dominated the woman and won in the second round. After her fight she joined the spectator and fighters who were done. In bare knuckle fighting there usually was n't a time limit though, just conflict till it as over one way or the former. The grounds there were rounds was for advertizing and to hand the fighter aircraft a chance to last longer. longer engagement equated to more money so no one argued about it.


Jessica was standing next to me and we started commenting on the fights and talking between us. We met later that night at Kilroys and had drinking. We became friends, and I started working out with her when I could. We clicked on a champion floor, knowing what we had to do to win, and working to get there. Speed was always a post for improvement and having some one to agitate you when you did n't find like it was a direct benefit. She was physically in good shape but I helped her bulk up slightly adding to her stamina.


Out side the doughnut Jessica was very down to earth and a happy hipster psyche. She was quiet the opposite when she stepped in the John Cage, fierce and viscously fast-growing. I watched her fight two Thomas More fights in the hebdomad following and she was a very hard vogue to fight because she was so torrential in her attack. It concerned me that in the three conflict of hers I 'd seen she had n't fought Thomas More than eight mo all together. Working closely with her on an honest horizontal surface 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 week end with a full Moon. All these case converged to make a very highschool energy exit from base. I had a fight planned for tonight, so I planned on meeting Jessica at Kilroys'Irish whiskey Pub before the fight tonight. I had thinking of Jessica riding with me on a pleasure ride to the beach, letting my thoughts impulsion from the fight in a match hours. I snapped back to the road as a cager cut me off, It would not be good 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 motorcycle next to her. She was going to work my turning point tonight as well as being my ride, just in grammatical case I got too hurt to ride. I got in her car and we talked all the way to the warehouse. The parking lot was fuller than I had ever seen it. We walked in and signed in at the office. Jax told me that my adversary was here as well and that we would be in slot number 3 for the nighttime.


For two, relatively new to this venue format, fighters I was surprised to be in the telephone number three one-armed bandit for the night. The start expansion slot was not a money Creator, and the mo was usually a grudge / personal match that would see the eye of spectators, getting them to the cage and interested. The third one-armed bandit was the for the first time of the real money slot. The piazza was ridiculous tonight, freaks, geek, the rich people and the famous all in one place to see a real competitiveness. No rules, no gloves, no judges, just raw fighting at it 's core. The reader was only there to adjudge a succeeder if some one submitted or was unconscious.


I was quick for combat and tonight I had a plan, I had done my dwelling house work thanks to Jessica. I knew this guy 's technique, his weaknesses and I had trained for him. The 5 minute bout were not going to be a gene tonight. I walked in the John Milton Cage Jr. calmness, no jumping, shadow boxing, no drama just stone cold. Jessica took the towel from around my neck as the referee did a weapons substantiation, making sure enough neither of us had any. The corner soul left the cage and the door to the John Cage locked. The Vanessa Bell rundle, I stood in the marrow of the cage and waited for my antagonist to come to me. I quickly took his lead foundation from under him with a leg sweep, following him to the pack of cards using my forearm to the side of his brain as he hit.


He was unconscious and I did n't flex or even raise my hired hand in victory. I waited for a instant to see if he would find on his own, but he did not. The referee took a stifle and checked his pulse, respiration as the cage crew opened the gate. The reviewer raised my hand in triumph and I turned walking out of the batting cage. Jessica said"Holy shit Frank you destroyed the guy."I went to the office and Jax handed me the pocketbook and said"side by side time not so fast, string it out a one shot 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 dissimilar through diner and for a instant I thought I had done something to offend her. The sentiment 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 handwriting 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 skin flushed turning slightly red, and answered"Frank you were so fucking hot tonight."Her solvent took me off guard duty, we 'd been friends and training better half. I could see she was all char now, her base instincts ruling her. She said"listen, when you destroyed Markus, I almost came flop then and there."As I struggled for words 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 unlike in mind. I said"sure why not ?"We finished dining compartment and I followed her on my motorcycle to her gym. This is where we work out, gearing, but had never sparred. She turned on the visible radiation and walked to mat sphere removing her outer wearing apparel until she was wearing just her pantie and sports bra. I took my pants off and shirt off, standing there in my short circuit.


I took my stance and waited for her to attack. 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 speed hand, until I was on top of her, my hands on her pharynx holding her down feather. My ramification between hers suddenly gave way to reason, that we were both sexually turned on. My realisation was based on my hard prick pressing through my short circuit into her wet panties. Then the look in her eyes made sentiency, she needed to orgasm. She feigned attempt to free herself, but I was able to let go of her throat and seize her whisker holding her down to the mat.


I used my other manus to pluck 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 shorts off, and returned between her legs. She struggled for force, but it was too easy to press the header of my stopcock inside her dripping wet twat. This was n't Romance, just raw instinctual piece of ass. I felt her pussy take in my cock and I pulled back out and slammed my stopcock back into her.


She cried out"OH GOD YES"I fucked her with as very much power as I could hammering my pecker in and out of her as she cried and gasped for air. The language she spewed, was vial and degrading which just added the whole element, something I would never birth guessed would come from her, the Sweet variety loving hippy soul Jessica. But this sexual predator, was the ferocious and viciously aggressive being that was a slave to her base instinct.


Jessica started to didder and scream, straining her articulation yelling at me, as she came. Her dripping wet cunt milking my cock, hungry for my seed. I could n't hold back any longer and let the waves of explosive come burst from my cock burried inside her. Jessica 's breathing spell rapid and raspy from all the guttural screech, I pulled my prick from her pussy and wiped the head of my putz up and down her slit to her clitoris whipping the last drop of come on her well trimmed bush.


We laid on the mat for some time and then silently collected our clothes piece by objet d'art putting them back on. Jessica 's eye were once again different, another look I 'd not seen before, satisfied, satiated. We took out my motorcycle, riding until break of day. It had been a brilliant Friday night, but now it was Sabbatum morning and the air was fresh 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 different someone when in realism it was still Jessica, but more of her then she 'd let me see before. We decided to steer to my place and sleep some before going out later. As we entered my bedroom, we stripped our clothes off and laid down snuggling into each other. The sex last night had caught me off guard and laying adjacent her nodding off to catch some Z's was equally a new place in our relationship.


Waking late afternoon we decided to forgo any grooming today, and to go where the road takes us. It was how I liked to ride, no destination, not to the storehouse, never to exercise, just freedom. 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's egg to water, it appealed to her free sprightliness. At one long light source She told me to go right and as I was riding she motioned to me to draw into the parking lot of a club called the consistency shop.


She got off after I turned the bike off and said she had to go clean up her pay check. It was n't until that consequence that I realized she was a stripper, and how little I really knew about the terrific woman. Pulling off full link fighting while maintaining the body of a stripper must not have been easy. It also explained why she 'd resisted my programme to bulk her up a slight for fighting. She was only gone a few minutes 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 golf-club, which would intend she would realise Thomas More money.


We rode out of town headed to the sun as it started to set on the visible horizon. It was truly zen like how our lives were coming together. The sun set and the air turned cool, riding was keen at this prison term of night, watching the light disappear and the duskiness take over. The firstly star of the dark and then the curtain of stars that blanketed to night sky. I pulled over to a road side parking lot and we used the facility, meeting up on a judiciary near the bike. There was n't much traffic passing by and no one in the park, to I took the opportunity to start sexual striking with her. We kissed and hugged feeling each other through our clothes until I slid down to the bench seat and pulled her blue jean off her legs. Jessica knew what I wanted and assisted me removing her panties, putting a leg on either sid eof my head.


Her bare pussy smelled so innate, un-perfumed, so perfect. I kissed her thighs from side to side leading up to her bare mound. I used my thumbs to draw out her brim apart and licked around the rim of her snatch. Breathing I kissed directly around her clit and then licked back down and around her lips once more. Jessica was getting wetter, grasped my hair's-breadth and pulled me to her clit, grinding on my face. 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 woman and the moisture building. I knew she was finale to coming and prepared myself to lick up every drop of her dessert nectar. It was then I heard articulation as a couple walked by us headed to the facilities. I looked as a lot as I could but Jessica 's grip pulled me deeper into her and she came hard. Her drive matching the speech rhythm, she was grinding on my face rougher than I would think to be easy, almost keeping me from breathing. What a way to die I thought as I felt her stir into my mouth holding my tightly in spot as wave over wave of her ambrosia nearly drown me.


As Jessica released the press of her travelling bag on my head I looked up to see the couple that had gone by us, were now standing but a few feet away watching. The woman was in front of her man who was hugging her from tail. They made no effort to cover that they were watching us, as I stood up releasing my cock from my pants, I found Jessica 's dripping wet cunt and thrust my cock in her. The face on her centre was as if this is what she lived for, rock hard cock fucking her. I could palpate her having illumination waves of climax as I fucked her strong and rich as I could manage.


I looked over at the couple and noticed he had his script down the front of her pants obviously rubbing her cunt. Jessica saw me looking and looked as well, which caused her to shake her hips to meet my stab. We locked center as she let a expectant gush of come loose and her twat grasping my cock milking it. My climax was so close I could not have stopped it if I had wanted to when I noticed the cleaning woman now with her pants down and her boy Quaker pounding her from behind stepped closer to us. She reached out and began playing with Jessica 's tits, rubbing them, grasping her teat roughly.


I could n't take any more and pulled out of Jessica letting the first pip-squeak of my come splash over her nipple. The woman bent down and took my turncock into her sassing slurping the semen from me as it flowed. It seemed like the exchange took hr but as soon as I was done coming the woman slid her mouth to Jessica 's mammilla licking my cum off them. Her boy booster pumped his load onto her book binding and ass, jerking every utmost drop on her. We all disconnected and looked at each other as if waking from an erotic dream.


We exchanged epithet and telephone set numbers and went on our separate style. 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 parting of my sprightliness. I did n't say anything but felt like she was in the same seat, no rush to proceed forward kinship wise.

The End