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By Jax Teller


I met Jessica a few months ago at a Friday fight nighttime event. She was not like a lot of the female person that hung around the competitiveness. Most char are well dressed and either have a financial interest or a blood lust to be satisfied. The other female person presence was the ring girls, who wore little 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 leotards, sports bra top, and tennis shoe. She looked more like a fighter than a spectator, but female person champion were unusual in this environment.


This club was under ground fighting, illegal and off bound to war machine personnel. That was n't stopping me though because I was making more money with LE oeuvre than in my leatherneck corporation life history. I could be dishonorably discharged if caught, but there were as many military as civilian in the order any given Nox. I say nine but it was a storage warehouse that had chain link fences around a 30 by 30 base mat. It resembled the cages set up by war machine police for over hang custody.


I was there for a combat and to make money from fighting so I watched all the players in the room until it was my act to agitate. I went into the batting cage and won my scrap quickly, the guy was toughened but not trained, a distinctive bar fighter. I went to beak up my winnings and Jax the guy that was running the show told me that the more I could struggle, the more hoi polloi would get to know me and the money would be better. I saw Jax had on MC colors but did n't recognize the night club public figure. I thanked him and went back to the John Milton Cage Jr. to watch.


I was a fan of bare knuckle joint scrap and mixed martial arts too, so I stuck around to watch. I was also doing recon on potential future tense resister. Two fights later Jessica walked in the cage and began fighting a woman three inch taller than her and heavier. Jessica dominated the woman and won in the second cycle. After her engagement she joined the witness and fighter who were done. In bare knuckle fighting there usually was n't a fourth dimension terminus ad quem though, just fight money box it as over one way or the early. The reason there were rounds was for advertisement and to yield the hero a chance to last longer. Longer fights 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 drinks. 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. pep pill was always a place for improvement and having some one to agitate you when you did n't feel 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 ringing Jessica was very down to earth and a happy hippy mortal. She was quiet the opposite when she stepped in the cage, fierce and viscously aggressive. I watched her fight two more scrap in the week following and she was a very hard expressive style to push 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 true stratum 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 full phase of the moon moon. All these case converged to create a very gamey push release from base. I had a fight planned for tonight, so I planned on meeting Jessica at Kilroys'Irish Pub before the fight tonight. I had thoughts of Jessica riding with me on a pleasance ride to the beach, letting my thoughts drift from the competitiveness in a couple minute. I snapped back to the route as a basketball player cut me off, It would not be good for me, not to usher 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 grammatical case I got too hurt to ride. I got in her car and we talked all the way to the storage warehouse. The parking lot was total than I had ever seen it. We walked in and signed in at the position. Jax told me that my opposition was here as well and that we would be in slot issue 3 for the dark.


For two, relatively new to this locale format, fighters I was surprised to be in the number three one-armed bandit for the nighttime. The offset slot was not a money maker, and the 2nd was usually a grudge / personal catch that would catch the eye of spectators, getting them to the batting cage and interested. The third slot was the world-class of the real money slots. The place was derisory tonight, nut, oddball, the rich and the famed all in one place to see a real scrap. No rules, no gloves, no judge, just raw fighting at it 's core. The referee was only there to declare a winner if some one submitted or was unconscious.


I was set up for fight and tonight I had a plan, I had done my rest home piece of 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 factor tonight. I walked in the cage calm, no jumping, phantasma boxing, no drama just stone cold. Jessica took the towel from around my neck as the referee did a weapons check, making sure neither of us had any. The nook someone left the Cage and the doorway to the cage locked. The buzzer rung, I stood in the center of the cage and waited for my adversary to make out to me. I quickly took his lead ft from under him with a leg sweep, following him to the pack of cards using my forearm to the side of his nous as he hit.


He was unconscious and I did n't flex or even raise my hands in victory. I waited for a 2nd to see if he would recover on his own, but he did not. The reviewer took a articulatio genus and checked his pulse, cellular respiration as the cage crew opened the gate. The reader raised my manus in victory and I turned walking out of the cage. Jessica said"Holy shit frank you destroyed the guy."I went to the function and Jax handed me the bag and said"next time not so fast, string it out a round of drinks or two."Jax knew the business enterprise 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 following to my bicycle and we went in and ate. Jessica seemed unlike through diner and for a minute I thought I had done something to offend her. The sentiment crossed my judgement that maybe she had bet against me tonight and she 'd lost substantial money. I caught her staring all most through me, totally focused on me. I took her deal and asked her if there was a trouble. She seemed to melt at my pinch and said"nothing wrong."


I focused and asked her"what is going on ?"Her skin flushed turning slightly red, and answered"hot dog you were so fucking hot tonight."Her answer took me off guard, 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 rectify then and there."As I struggled for Holy Scripture 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 as shooting she had something different in judgement. I said"sure as shooting why not ?"We finished dining car and I followed her on my motorcycle to her gym. This is where we work out, gear, but had never sparred. She turned on the light and walked to mat area removing her outer wearing apparel until she was wearing just her panties and sport bra. I took my bloomers off and shirt off, standing there in my shorts.


I took my position and waited for her to assail. Jessica circled me twice testing my reaching and then lunged at me taking me to the mat. We wrestled and fussed, each trying to get the upper hired man, until I was on top of her, my hands on her throat holding her down. My legs between hers suddenly gave way to reason, that we were both sexually turned on. My actualization was based on my hard cock pressing through my boxershorts into her wet pantie. Then the looking at in her eyes made sense, she needed to orgasm. She feigned attempts to disengage herself, but I was able to let go of her throat and take hold of her whisker holding her pile to the mat.


I used my other hand to draw at her panties until I had to go from between her ramification momentarily to get them off her. If she was really fighting me, I could never have done this to her. I pulled my short circuit off, and returned between her legs. She struggled for effect, but it was too easy to push the head of my cock inside her dripping wet cunt. This was n't romance, just raw instinctual fucking. I felt her cunt take my shaft 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 hammer my hammer 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 have got guessed would come from her, the sweet variety loving hippy soulfulness Jessica. But this sexual predator, was the fierce and viciously aggressive being that was a slave to her foundation instinct.


Jessica started to shake and call, straining her voice shouting at me, as she came. Her dripping wet cunt milking my rooster, hungry for my seed. I could n't moderate back any longer and let the waves of volatile come burst from my peter burried inside her. Jessica 's breath rapid and raspy from all the guttural screaming, I pulled my hammer from her pussy and wiped the head of my turncock up and down her puss to her clit whipping the live on drops of come on her well trimmed bush.


We laid on the mat for some time and then silently collected our apparel piece by opus putting them back on. Jessica 's eyes were once again different, another smell I 'd not seen before, satisfied, satiated. We took out my bike, riding until sunrise. It had been a magnificent Friday night, but now it was Sat morning and the air was clean and exculpate, washing over our hide, binding us together. This day would not be spent fighting but partying.


We stopped at the 50 's dining compartment and had a breakfast. It was like I was sitting with a different person when in reality it was still Jessica, but more of her then she 'd let me see before. We decided to channelize to my piazza and sleep some before going out later. As we entered my sleeping accommodation, we stripped our clothes off and laid down snuggling into each other. The sex final night had caught me off guard and laying next her nodding off to kip was equally a new place in our human relationship.


Waking tardy afternoon we decided to antedate any training today, and to go where the road takes us. It was how I liked to ride, no name and address, not to the store, never to go, just exemption. Now I was sharing this with Jessica, something personal that I had never really blab to her about. She took to riding like a duck to urine, it appealed to her free spirit. At one long igniter She told me to go right and as I was riding she motioned to me to pull into the parking lot of a club called the body shop.


She got off after I turned the bike off and said she had to go pick up her pay check mark. It was n't until that moment that I realized she was a peeler, and how little I really knew about the wonderful charwoman. Pulling off wide tangency fighting while maintaining the body of a stripper must not induce been easy. It also explained why she 'd balk my programme to bulk her up a little 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 order, which would stand for 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 smashing at this time of Night, watching the get off disappear and the darkness return over. The offset asterisk of the night and then the curtain of stars that blanketed to night sky. I pulled over to a road English parking area and we used the installation, meeting up on a work bench near the bike. There was n't a great deal dealings passing play by and no one in the park, to I took the opportunity to lead up sexual contact with her. We kissed and hugged feeling each former through our wearing apparel until I slid down to the judiciary rump 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 word.


Her bare pussy smelled so instinctive, un-perfumed, so staring. I kissed her thighs from side to side leading up to her bare mound. I used my thumbs to get out 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 mouth once more. Jessica was getting wetter, grasped my hair and pulled me to her clitoris, grinding on my facial expression. I gave in, letting her guide me to where she needed to go.


I was enjoying my position between her legs, the odor of a cleaning lady and the wet building. I knew she was near to coming and prepared myself to lick up every drop-off of her afters nectar. It was then I heard phonation as a couple walked by us headed to the facilities. I looked as lots as I could but Jessica 's handgrip pulled me deeper into her and she came hard. Her thrusting matching the rhythm, she was grinding on my face rougher than I would retrieve to be comfortable, almost keeping me from breathing. What a way to die I thought as I felt her stir into my lip holding my tightly in place as wave over waving of her nectar nearly overwhelm me.


As Jessica released the pressure of her grip on my head teacher 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 behind. They made no sweat to obliterate that they were watching us, as I stood up releasing my cock from my pants, I found Jessica 's dripping wet cunt and lunge my cock in her. The expression on her optic was as if this is what she lived for, rock hard prick fucking her. I could feel her having miniature undulation of orgasms as I fucked her hard and rich as I could manage.


I looked over at the couple and noticed he had his hand down the front of her pant obviously rubbing her cunt. Jessica saw me looking and looked as well, which caused her to rock her hips to meet my thrust. We locked optic as she let a large blowup of add up loose and her cunt grasping my putz milking it. My orgasm 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 friend pounding her from behind stepped closer to us. She reached out and began playing with Jessica 's titmouse, rubbing them, grasping her nipples roughly.


I could n't take any to a greater extent and pulled out of Jessica letting the 1st spurt of my amount splash over her titmouse. The womanhood bent down and took my cock into her mouthpiece slurping the come from me as it flowed. It seemed like the telephone exchange took time of day but as soon as I was done coming the fair sex slid her mouthpiece to Jessica 's titty licking my come off them. Her boy friend pumped his loading onto her back and ass, jerking every finally drop on her. We all disconnected and looked at each other as if waking from an titillating dream.


We exchanged name and phone numbers and went on our reprint style. 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 region of my life. I did n't say anything but felt like she was in the same spot, no flush to motivate forward relationship wise.

The End