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Old 15-Feb-17, 02:43
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Default Re: whom do you like to win: male or female

In the gym that Fred had trained at, the boxing ring was reserved for the office battle of the sexes. Little did Jan know, that this was home base for her intended victim. When she saw Jim, the trainer who had turned her down, she finally started to become concerned that Fred might not be the victim after all.

Dressed sexily in a tight fitting bright pink spandex top that struggled to contain her abundant chest, her outfit, designed to distract Fred from his task, was finished off with a pair of pink trimmed black highcut foxy boxing shorts and a pair of pink boxing gloves. Jan's long blonde mane was tied into a ponytail. Her wimpy boyfriend accompanied her to her corner.

Upon seeing Fred in his corner already, Jan was actually impressed with his new physique and derisively commented to her boy toy that he should look so good.

Fred clad in white trimmed blue trunks and white gloves, smiled as he watched Jan try to enlist the sympathy of the gathered crowd. It was for naught as everybody wanted Fred to put " Bullets " in her place.

Face to face, he gave Jan the chance to back out.

" Jan, are you sure that you want to go through with this?"

" I was about to ask you the same question Fred. Why don't you save yourself the embarrassment of having your ass knocked out by little ole me?"

" We'll see Jan, we'll see."
The smile never left his face. Inside Jan felt pangs of fear. A feeling she had never experienced before in her life.

Four 2 minute rounds.

Jan "Bullets" Haefner vs Fred Kanter


ROUND 1

Jan was her aggressive self, throwing big lefts and rights attempting to intimidate Fred and bully him onto the ropes where her height and reach disadvantage could be negated. Many of her punches banged into and were blocked by Fred's tight guard.

Her best hits were solid lefts, but the big problem was that Fred was barely affected by them. He shrugged them off and countered with solid and accurate combinations to Jan's tits and belly, head and face which battered the little bully backwards and caused a look of panic on her striken face.

Jan was resolute in her attack ineffective though it was.

Her direction had also been reversed as Fred methodically punched Jan across the ring causing grunts and moans of pain as her body was being beaten as though it was a heavy bag. In an effort to stop the pain, Jan grabbed Fred in a clinch and held on for dear life. Problem...she never tied up Fred's fists and they allowed him to drive a right uppercut deep into her stomach which bent her almost in two. The force of the punch caused her to gag violently as though she was going to puke.

Fred was just warming up and shoving Jan backwards and into the range of his long arm's punching power. In the center of the ring Jan threw all of herself into a left hook aimed at his chest. She missed short and was now the recipient of a boxing clinic as Fred drilled her mercilessly with jabs and straight rights to her now reddening nose and face. Again, stumbling backwards, Jan tried to run from the pain but was quickly caught. She had never been on the recieving end of someone who could defend themselves from her bullying.

Left and right hooks were driven home to her ribs and chest. Her tits were rocked side to side and up and down. Gasping for air between punches that were literaly driving the breath out of her, Jan again put everything she had into a right hand to try to fend Fred off.

Fred took the punch and smiled.

Jan wanted to run for her life, but found herself against the ropes with nowhere to go.

Her fate was sealed.

Left hook to the ribs, right, left, right to the swollen breasts, and a left uppercut to the jaw sent her head jerking upward, her mouthpiece flying and started her body sinking slowly to the canvas face down and motionless at Fred's feet.

The ref pushed Fred to a neutral corner and started the count.

At five, Jan lifted her head. Dribbling pink saliva she tried to rise but could not get her legs to obey.

At eight, on her knees, holding onto the ropes she was counted out.

Fred's hand was raised in victory over his now humiliated rival who was finally standing on wobbly legs.

A sobbing and soundly beaten former bully, Jan left for her dressing room with her boyfriend who some say had a hard time hiding a smirk of satisfaction.

Fred, the former victim, was cheered and celebrated by all of his work mates.

Jan quit her job the next day and was never heard from again.

Fred got the next promotion and remains a low key office hero.
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