Fight Night


By Jax Teller


I met Jessica a few months ago at a Fri competitiveness Nox result. She was not like a lot of the females that hung around the competitiveness. Most cleaning lady are well dressed and either have a financial pursuit or a bloodline lustfulness to be satisfied. The early female front was the ring girls, who wore little to zip bikinis not legal even at the beaches, and walked signs around to signify the round. When I first saw Jessica she was dressed in tights, sports bra top, and stoolpigeon. She looked more like a combatant than a spectator, but female fighters were unusual in this environment.


This gild was under ground fighting, illegal and off limits to military machine personnel. That was n't stopping me though because I was making more money with less work than in my leatherneck corps career. I could be dishonorably discharged if caught, but there were as many military as civilian in the guild any given night. I say nightclub but it was a warehouse that had range link fences around a 30 by 30 foot mat. It resembled the cages set up by Military police force for over flow custody.


I was there for a fight and to make 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 defend quickly, the guy was tough but not trained, a typical bar fighter. I went to pick up my profits and Jax the guy that was running the display told me that the more I could fight down, the more people would get to acknowledge me and the money would be dependable. I saw Jax had on MC colors but did n't recognize the club epithet. I thanked him and went back to the cage to watch.


I was a fan of bare metacarpophalangeal joint fighting and mixed Martial liberal arts too, so I stuck around to follow. I was also doing recon on possible future tense opposite. Two combat later Jessica walked in the cage and began fighting a woman three in taller than her and heavier. Jessica dominated the woman and won in the second round. After her scrap she joined the spectators and paladin who were done. In bare knuckle fighting there usually was n't a time demarcation line though, just fight till it as over one way or the other. The reason there were rounds was for advertisement and to throw the fighters a chance to last thirster. Longer fights equated to more money so no one argued about it.


Jessica was standing succeeding to me and we started commenting on the combat and talking between us. We met later that nighttime at Kilroys and had drinking. We became friends, and I started working out with her when I could. We clicked on a attack aircraft level, knowing what we had to do to win, and working to get there. Speed was always a topographic point for improvement and having some one to push you when you did n't feel like it was a guide benefit. She was physically in honorable shape but I helped her bulge up slightly adding to her stamina.


Out side the halo Jessica was very down to land and a happy hippie individual. She was quiet the opposite when she stepped in the cage, fierce and viscously aggressive. I watched her fight two to a greater extent fights in the workweek following and she was a very hard style to fight down 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 min all together. Working closely with her on an honorable level we grew personally, very close to each former, never going more than a day without talking to each other.


Today was a war machine pay day, three day week end with a full moon. All these events converged to create a very high energy exit from pedestal. I had a fight planned for tonight, so I planned on group meeting Jessica at Kilroys'Irish whisky Pub before the fight tonight. I had thoughts of Jessica riding with me on a pleasure ride to the beach, letting my thoughts impetus from the engagement in a couple hours. I snapped back to the road as a cager cut me off, It would not be near for me, not to show up 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 niche tonight as well as being my ride, just in 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 R. Buckminster Fuller than I had ever seen it. We walked in and signed in at the bureau. Jax told me that my opponent was here as well and that we would be in one-armed bandit number 3 for the Night.


For two, relatively new to this locus format, scrapper I was surprised to be in the number three slot for the night. The first slot was not a money maker, and the second was usually a grudge / personal equal that would catch the eye of viewer, getting them to the cage and occupy. The one-third time slot was the number 1 of the real money slots. The place was ludicrous tonight, monstrosity, geek, the rich and the famous all in one blank space to see a tangible battle. No pattern, no boxing glove, no judges, just raw fighting at it 's meat. The referee was only there to adjudge a achiever if some one submitted or was unconscious.


I was ready for combat and tonight I had a programme, I had done my home plate workplace thanks to Jessica. I knew this guy 's proficiency, his impuissance and I had trained for him. The 5 minute circle were not going to be a cistron tonight. I walked in the John Cage calm, no jumping, shadow pugilism, no drama just stone frigidity. Jessica took the towel from around my neck as the referee did a weapons bridle, making for sure neither of us had any. The corner mortal left the cage and the doorway to the cage locked. The bell rung, I stood in the center of the cage and waited for my opponent to come to me. I quickly took his lead story foot from under him with a leg chimneysweep, following him to the deck using my forearm to the side of his head as he hit.


He was unconscious and I did n't twist or even raise my hired man in victory. I waited for a second to see if he would find on his own, but he did not. The umpire took a stifle and checked his impulse, respiration as the cage crew opened the gate. The reader raised my bridge player in triumph and I turned walking out of the John Milton Cage Jr.. Jessica said"holy shit Frank you destroyed the guy."I went to the office and Jax handed me the purse and said"next time not so fast, string it out a 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 motorcycle and we went in and ate. Jessica seemed dissimilar through dining car and for a minute I thought I had done something to offend her. The thought crossed my thinker that maybe she had bet against me tonight and she 'd lost pregnant money. I caught her staring all most through me, totally focused on me. I took her hand and asked her if there was a problem. She seemed to melt at my tactile sensation and said"nothing wrong."


I focused and asked her"what is going on ?"Her skin flushed turning slightly red, and answered"wiener you were so ass hot tonight."Her resolution took me off guard, we 'd been Quaker and training cooperator. I could see she was all woman now, her foundation instincts ruling her. She said"listen, when you destroyed Markus, I almost came good then and there."As I struggled for words she asked"frankfurter you want to spar ?"Jessica was like a cat in hotness, on the prowl.


We 'd never sparred before and even if we had I was trusted she had something different in mind. I said"for certain why not ?"We finished dining compartment and I followed her on my motorcycle to her gym. This is where we work out, train, but had never sparred. She turned on the lights and walked to mat area removing her outer wearing apparel until she was wearing just her panty and sportsman bra. I took my trouser off and shirt off, standing there in my short pants.


I took my position and waited for her to assault. Jessica circled me twice testing my ambit and then lunged at me taking me to the mat. We wrestled and fussed, each trying to get the amphetamine hand, until I was on top of her, my manpower on her pharynx holding her down. My wooden leg between hers suddenly gave way to understanding, that we were both sexually turned on. My recognition was based on my unvoiced shaft pressing through my drawers into her wet panties. Then the look in her center made gumption, she needed to orgasm. She feigned attempt to justify herself, but I was capable to let go of her throat and grab her hair holding her down to the mat.


I used my other bridge player to pull at her step-in until I had to affect from between her legs momentarily to get them off her. If she was really fighting me, I could never make done this to her. I pulled my shortstop off, and returned between her legs. She struggled for gist, but it was too easy to push the read/write head of my cock inside her dripping wet puss. This was n't Romance language, just raw instinctual nooky. I felt her twat take my hammer and I pulled back out and slammed my tool back into her.


She cried out"OH GOD YES"I fucked her with as lots force as I could hammering my rooster in and out of her as she cried and gasped for air. The nomenclature she spewed, was vial and degrading which just added the whole element, something I would never induce guessed would come from her, the scented variety loving hippy somebody Jessica. But this sexual predator, was the fierce and viciously aggressive being that was a slave to her base instinct.


Jessica started to stir and cry, straining her voice shouting at me, as she came. Her dripping wet cunt milking my rooster, hungry for my seed. I could n't hold back any tenacious and let the moving ridge of volatile come fusillade from my cock burried inside her. Jessica 's breathing spell rapid and raspy from all the guttural shrieking, I pulled my turncock from her pussy and wiped the nous of my stopcock up and down her dent to her button whipping the last free fall of come on her well trimmed bush.


We laid on the mat for some time and then silently collected our clothes piece by bit putting them back on. Jessica 's oculus were once again dissimilar, another face I 'd not seen before, satisfied, satiated. We took out my motorcycle, riding until dawn. It had been a brilliant Friday nighttime, but now it was Sat morning and the air was plumb and clear, washing over our cutis, 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 individual when in world it was still Jessica, but more of her then she 'd let me see before. We decided to lead to my place and kip some before going out later. As we entered my bedroom, we stripped our clothes off and laid down snuggling into each other. The sex death night had caught me off safety device and laying next her nodding off to slumber was equally a new place in our relationship.


Waking late good afternoon we decided to forgo any preparation today, and to go where the road takes us. It was how I liked to ride, no destination, not to the store, never to turn, 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 water, it appealed to her free spirit. At one long visible light She told me to go right and as I was riding she motioned to me to root for into the parking lot of a nightspot called the body shop.


She got off after I turned the bike off and said she had to go pick up her pay check. It was n't until that instant that I realized she was a stripper, and how piffling I really knew about the fantastic woman. Pulling off full touch fighting while maintaining the body of a stripper must not bear been well-to-do. It also explained why she 'd jib my plan to bulge her up a minuscule for fighting. She was only gone a few hour 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 mean she would make More money.


We rode out of town headed to the sun as it started to set on the horizon. It was truly zen like how our lives were coming together. The sun set and the air turned cool, riding was great at this time of nighttime, watching the fall disappear and the shadow takings over. The first principal of the night and then the drapery of hotshot that blanketed to night sky. I pulled over to a road side Park and we used the facility, meeting up on a bench near the bike. There was n't much dealings passage by and no one in the park, to I took the opportunity to originate intimate link with her. We kissed and hugged feeling each other through our clothes until I slid down to the bench seat 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 head.


Her bare pussy smelled so instinctive, un-perfumed, so arrant. I kissed her second joint from side to side leading up to her bare pitcher's mound. I used my ovolo to pull her lips apart and licked around the rim of her cunt. Breathing I kissed directly around her clit and then licked back down and around her sassing once more. Jessica was getting wetter, grasped my haircloth 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 cleaning woman and the moisture building. I knew she was close to coming and prepared myself to lick up every drop curtain of her sweetened nectar. It was then I heard voices as a couple walked by us headed to the facilities. I looked as practically as I could but Jessica 's hairgrip pulled me deeper into her and she came hard. Her poking matching the rhythm, she was grinding on my face rougher than I would call back to be comfortable, almost keeping me from breathing. What a way to die I thought as I felt her splash into my mouth holding my tightly in place as wave over wave of her nectar nearly drown me.


As Jessica released the pressure of her handgrip 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 tooshie. They made no exploit to hide that they were watching us, as I stood up releasing my pecker from my pants, I found Jessica 's dripping wet twat and thrust my dick in her. The look on her heart was as if this is what she lived for, rock tough cock fucking her. I could feel her having miniature waves of orgasms as I fucked her hard and oceanic abyss as I could manage.


I looked over at the couple and noticed he had his hand down the straw man of her gasp obviously rubbing her cunt. Jessica saw me looking and looked as well, which caused her to sway her hips to meet my jabbing. We locked eyes as she let a great gush of ejaculate loose and her slit grasping my cock milking it. My orgasm was so close I could not feature stopped it if I had wanted to when I noticed the woman now with her pants down and her boy protagonist pounding her from behind stepped finisher to us. She reached out and began playing with Jessica 's tits, rubbing them, grasping her nipple roughly.


I could n't take any more and pulled out of Jessica letting the first spurt of my come dab over her titty. The woman bent down and took my tool into her mouth slurping the come from me as it flowed. It seemed like the substitution took hours but as soon as I was done coming the woman slid her mouth to Jessica 's tits licking my seed off them. Her boy acquaintance pumped his onus onto her backbone and ass, jerking every last free fall on her. We all disconnected and looked at each early as if waking from an erotic dream.


We exchanged name and sound numeral and went on our disunite slipway. It was as if another barrier 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 role of my life-time. I did n't say anything but felt like she was in the Saami place, no kick to make a motion forward kinship wise.

The End