ROUND GIRL
by LynnAnne (Part 1 of a 4 part story for adults)
“Are you sure she won’t beat me to death?” Erin asked for the tenth time as the boxing gloves were placed over her taped hands.
“Naw, you got nothing to worry about,” scoffed Sol as he began lacing up the strings. “I told you everything is fixed. “She’s not that great a fighter in the first place and she ain’t very big.”
“Yeah, but at least she knows how to box. I’ve never even seen a fight before tonight,” moaned Erin. “I think I made a mistake when I let you talk me into this.”
Erin’s anxiety was increasing as the time for her boxing match approached. She kept shaking her head at her foolishness in getting into this mess. Earlier tonight she had paraded around in the ring, wearing a bikini and stiletto heels, holding a sign to indicate the round number. She was a model and this was her job for the day. She had never been a “round girl” before. In fact, she had never seen a boxing match before except on TV. She hoped she’d never see another one. The men were so brutal; they beat one another unmercifully. How could anyone stand being hit that hard? She secretly hoped for early knockouts so she could finish early and get out of there.
The round ended and Erin climbed the steps to the ring, carrying the large card with the number four on it. It was awkward trying to climb through the ropes, wearing ridiculously high heels and almost nothing else, while trying to carry the card and look desirable at the same time. She held the card over her head and paraded around the ring, swinging her hips provocatively, as she had been instructed to do. She flirted with the crowd. She kissed at the fighters as she approached their corners. The large crowd of nearly all men hooted and cheered for her, and howled and wolf whistled as she neared their side of the ring. No one was looking at the card. They didn’t need the sign to tell what round it was, and she was so gorgeous it was hard to keep from looking at her. Obviously, her purpose was simply to excite the men.
There were only two bouts to go, the 10 round main event, and a concluding four rounder. Erin was curious about the final fight. It was to be a women’s match and she could hardly imagine females fighting each other with such ferocity as these men were doing.
As she waited at ringside for the main event to begin, Sol, the promoter, frantically ran up to her. “Erin, you gotta help me. One of our girls is injured and can’t box tonight. I promoted that female bout heavily. I’ll have to refund all the gate money if I don’t have a fight. So I want you to box in her place.”
“What?” Erin exclaimed in disbelief. “You gotta be kidding. I’m no fighter. I’m just a round girl. You’d better find someone else.”
“I’ve tried everyone, Erin,” the promoter moaned. “You’re the only one who can help me. If this bout is cancelled, I’ll lose my shirt. I won’t even be able to pay your 100 dollar round girl fee. Please, I beg you. I’ll pay you 1000 bucks in addition to your 100 dollar modeling fee if you fight.”
“But Sol,” Erin pleaded. “I can’t box. I don’t know how to throw punches. I don’t know how to block punches. I can’t take pain very well. I’m slow. I don’t have a lot of upper body strength. I’m not in condition for boxing. I’ll be massacred.”
“No you won’t, Erin,” said Sol. “You’re much bigger than the other girl. You probably outweigh her by 25 or 30 pounds. And she’s so short she probably couldn’t even reach your chin. I told her to take it easy on you. Just avoid her; give me one round. If she hits you in the second round, you can go down and stay down. You’ll have a thousand bucks for five minutes work.”
Erin finally agreed. She could use the money and Sol kept reassuring her she wouldn’t get hurt. Erin hoped he was right. But when she first saw her opponent she wasn’t so sure. She had gone to the women’s locker room to change out of her bikini and heels and into regulation boxing trunks. She felt herself being scrutinized. It was another woman in boxing attire, shadow boxing in a corner of the locker room. When they made eye contact, the other woman spoke:
“Are you the substitute to fight me tonight?” the woman asked, while continuing to throw punches in the air.
“Uh, yes, I guess,” Erin replied without enthusiasm. “And you’re the one I have to fight?”
“Yeah, I’m Trish Winslow,” she said. “I just do this for a hobby, and to make a few bucks on the side. How about you?”
“I guess I’m just trying to make a little money too,” said Erin.
Trish walked over and stood next to Erin. Her eyes went up and down the length of Erin’s tall body. Erin was at least eight inches taller than Trish, even without her heels. Trish looked concerned about their size disparity. “What weight division you in?” she asked with some suspicion.
“I’m not sure what you call those divisions. Welterweights? Flyweights? I don’t know. I weigh about 140 or so. That sounds like a lot but I’m almost 6 feet tall.”
“Shit!” exclaimed Trish. “You’re two or three divisions up from me! That’s not fair. What’s the matter with Sol?”
“Hey, don’t worry. I’m no fighter, “Erin replied. “I’m just the round girl. But Sol asked me to do this. You’ll win easy. I’m just hoping you’ll take it easy on me.”
“You’re kidding,” Trish explained. “The round girl?” She looked over Erin’s body and began laughing. Upon closer inspection she could see that Erin’s arms and legs looked soft. She was curvy but had no muscular definition. Trish could now see that Erin only had that look of the tall, delicate, models who paraded themselves around the ring between rounds. Trish had thought many times how much fun it would be to get into a fight with one of those bimbos. Now here was her chance. And she needed some easy victories to improve her record and get back into contention. “Well, okay,” Trish shrugged. “I’ll fight you. But it’ll look like David and Goliath. I hope it turns out that way.”
Before long they were in the ring, being introduced to the crowd. “And now we have our featured female fight,” intoned the announcer into the loudspeaker. “Our first contestant “is your hometown favorite. She has a record of 11 wins and 14 losses, and weighs in at 112 pounds. Please welcome Trish “The Tiger” Winslow!”
As the crowd cheered, Trish bounced out to the middle of the ring, waved her gloved hands, and began shadow boxing. The fists were thrown with such blinding speed and forcefulness that Erin thought she could feel the wind. She gulped in trepidation. The announcer continued. “…….and making her professional debut tonight, weighing in at 130 pounds, is our Irish hellcat, Erin McGuire.”
Erin held up her gloves and waved to the enthusiastic crowd. They applauded and cheered with gusto, probably more because of her beauty than her abilities as a fighter. Erin tried to imitate Trish’s shadow boxing movements but felt slow and awkward by comparison. She appreciated the announcer reducing her weight by ten pounds. He probably did that to make the crowd think the fighters were closer in size than they really were. But it was obvious to anyone with eyes that she was much bigger than her opponent.
She was now wearing trunks, a tee top, and tennis shoes, so most people didn’t recognize her as the tall bikini clad round girl. She sighed in apprehension as she went to her corner to await the bell.
To be continued.
ROUND GIRL Part 2
The bell rang and both women moved to the center of the ring. Erin was nearly sick with anxiety as Trish came closer. Trish moved confidently, bobbing and weaving, jabbing out her fists in rapid order, dancing as she approached the center of the ring. She pounded on her gloves with fearsome determination. Trish glared at Erin. Her eyes were angry looking, determined, fierce. Just looking at her made Erin want to run away. If Trish’s goal was to psychologically intimidate Erin before the fight even started, it was working.
The women came together and touched gloves. Erin towered over Trish and her arms were much longer. The fight looked like it would be a mismatch. But Erin didn’t feel confident at all. Her corner man advised her to make good use her longer reach. She should shoot out long jabs and keep Trish from getting close enough to hit her. If she ever did get inside, close enough to land punches, Erin was supposed to clench and lean her heavier weight on Trish’s shoulders, to wear her down. It seemed like good advice, if only Erin could actually do it.
Trish moved closer. Erin backed away. Trish lashed out with several experimental punches. They missed by a foot. She had to get much closer if she hoped to reach the tall girl. Trish kept moving forward, trying to corner her foe. Erin responded by moving back. She backed away in a circle, always careful to avoid the ropes and corners. She held her gloves as far out in front of her as she could, to keep Trish from getting close. Trish wouldn’t be able to touch her, Erin thought, if she could simply keep her long arms out in front of her. Maybe this fight wouldn’t be so hard after all.
The crowd started booing at the lack of action. Erin didn’t care. She would run for the entire four rounds if necessary. Trish tried throwing many punches, but they only reached air. She became exasperated. She stopped chasing Erin, stood in the middle of the ring, and motioned for Erin to fight. Erin stayed away.
Trish dropped her gloves and extended her chin, daring Erin to take a swing. Erin was tempted for a moment, but decided not to take any chances. She stepped back, staying out of Trish’s range. But as she did so, her foot tangled slightly with her other and she stumbled. She simply wasn’t athletic enough for any fancy footwork. Trish saw her opportunity and lunged. A right hand shot out and sank deeply into Erin’s soft belly.
“Ooooooooof!” groaned Erin. She had never before been hit so hard in her life. Instinctively her gloves covered her stomach. Now her face was unguarded and was an easy target. But as Trish eagerly rushed forward to get in her first face shot, the referee waved her off. The stiff blow to her stomach had been too much and she was slowly sinking to her knees. Erin’s knees touched the canvas just as Trish got in position for the knockout blow. It counted as a knockdown, so Trish had to hold back her punch and go to a neutral corner.
Erin was on her hands and knees, gasping for breath, as the count began. Her stomach hurt terribly. She felt like vomiting. She wanted to curl up on the floor and bawl. She had no business fighting this pro boxer. She knew she couldn’t take another punch like that one. And she didn’t see how she could prevent more of them from being thrown. “Three … four ……. ……….. five…….” yelled the referee as the crowd cheered.
Erin crawled helplessly toward her corner. Then she remembered she had promised to try to give Sol at least a whole round. She staggered to her feet at the count of eight. She was gasping for air and sweating profusely as the referee wiped her gloves. She saw Trish from over the referee’s shoulder, bouncing up and down eager to resume the fight.
Trish charged at Erin and forced her into a corner before she could back away. A sadistic smile crossed her mouth as she moved in closer. Trish nearly had to leap as she threw a light punch that landed on Erin’s nose. The blow hurt and Erin desperately wanted to avoid that again. She put her hands in front of her face to block further punches. But now her midsection was completely exposed.
Trish forced her deeper into the corner, put her head down, almost resting on Erin’s shoulder and began to pepper Erin’s tender stomach with a flurry of short quick lefts and rights. Erin didn’t know how to block the punches. She was afraid to lower her guard and thus expose her pretty face. She wanted to turn away and cringe, but Trish held her in a clinch. Erin wasn’t strong enough to break Trish’s firm hold on her.
Trish’s punches kept pounding into Erin’s belly. Erin tried to sink down to the canvas again, but sadistic Trish wouldn’t permit it. She kept holding her up so she could continue the pounding. Erin finally slipped out of the clinch and backed away. She wanted to resume her backpedalling, at least until she could recover a little. She was becoming tired. It was getting harder to keep her arms extended. Her stomach hurt. Her nose hurt.
Erin was growing more afraid of Trish. The little runt had a look of wildness in her face as she pounded her gloves together and glared at her opponent. Trish rushed Erin before she could back away and threw a punch at her chin. It missed wildly. She still couldn’t reach the tall girl’s face. She realized she’d have to go back to Erin’s midsection. Trish hunched over and rushed into Erin.
Erin needed to rest or she’d collapse. She remembered her corner man’s advice about resting on her opponent’s shoulders. As Trish got closer, Erin draped her arms over Trish’s muscular shoulders and leaned her heavier weight on Trish. For a moment she thought this was a good plan. She would be able to rest, while wearing Trish out. But she forgot one thing. With her arms on Trish’s shoulders, her middle was unprotected and Trish could continue to pound on it. And Trish was happy to do so. She launched a flurry of punches.
“Ughhhhhhhh!” “Unnnhh!” “Ughhh!” Erin groaned with each punch. “I thought you….. uhnnn…. were going to…… unnnnhh………. .go easy on me,” she groaned. “Unghhhh ….I thought Sol told you to…….unghhhhh …… let me last until the 2nd round.”
Trish replied with a vicious uppercut to Erin’s chin that buckled her knees. Erin’s was getting woozy. She dropped her arms to her sides. She lacked the strength to hold them up to guard herself. Now Trish could get as close as she wanted. She realized Erin posed no offensive threat. Trish began throwing short jabs at Erin’s cheeks. She threw lefts and rights. Erin’s pretty face was being knocked back and forth like a light speed bag. Her eyes were becoming glassy. She grew dizzy.
“POW!” Another right hook caught her on the jaw and sent her crashing onto her back to the canvas. This time Erin did roll up into a ball. She found herself sobbing like a child. “One ...…… two…….three…….” the referee called out. Erin didn’t care what Sol thought. She was not going to get up and take more beating. She was no match for this hellcat. There was no reason to take further abuse. “Seven…….eight……….” said the referee. But before he reached nine, the bell rang.
Erin was helped to her corner, where she plopped heavily onto her stool. Cool water and smelling salts revived her somewhat. But as she looked at the opposite corner she grew even more terrified. Trish was standing up, bouncing, punching her gloves, grinning sadistically. She didn’t look like she was planning to go easy on anyone. Erin only wanted to go home and curl up in her bed where it was safe. But then the bell sounded and her corner man pushed her up and into the ring.
To be continued.
ROUND GIRL Part 3
The bell for round two clanged and Trish rushed forward, eager to resume the beating she was giving to her bigger but weaker opponent. Erin was so tired she could barely hold her arms above her trunks. Trish smirked at the easy opportunity and threw a light punch at Erin’s cheek. It landed softly, but knocked Erin’s head sideways. Tears began forming in Erin’s eyes. Trish threw another punch at Erin’s other cheek. Erin was too slow to block any punches, even those thrown very slowly. Her head bounced back and forth with each blow.
Trish realized Erin was helpless and no possible threat. She decided to have some fun with her, and get in a free workout as well. She danced around her opponent, showing off to the crowd, tapping light punches at will over Erin’s defenseless body.
Erin tried to slump to the canvas and give up, even though none of Trish’s punches had been solid enough to put her away. Trish moved closer and grabbed Erin in a clinch. Her strong arms embraced Erin’s body and held her up. Now Erin couldn’t fall, even if she wanted to. Trish was holding her up, punching her periodically in the belly, and pushing her around the ring.
Erin tried to push back in the hopes of getting to the ropes where she could lean on them. But Trish was much too strong for her, and she could dictate who did the pushing. Trish backed her into a corner in preparation for the final assault.
Erin knew what was in store for her and looked tearfully into Trish’s eyes. She whispered, “Why are you being so cruel to me? I was just trying to help. Just let me go. I give up.”
But Trish ignored her. She was caught up in the excitement of the fight. And she was having too good a time. She pummeled Erin at will, and pushed her around with ease. It was the first time in her ring career that she had an easy fight. She had taken a lot of punishment and the crowd always rooted for her opponent. She had lost more often than she won and was usually discouraged. But this time it was different and she was going to enjoy every moment and make it last as long as possible.
Trish punched Erin in the stomach, then in the chin, then in the ear, and back to the stomach. She enjoyed the cheers from the crowd. She felt like a boxing champ, even though her opponent was a passive, out of condition, novice.
Whenever Erin was about to fall, Trish clenched her, pushed her against the ropes and held her there until she recovered. Trish basically was holding her hands and arms over her face and torso and making no offensive moves at all. Trish could do anything she wanted to her.
Trish grew cocky as the crowd roared their approval of her dominance of the much larger “fighter.” She stood before Erin, placing her hands on her hips, and extending her chin. “Go ahead, you big cow,” she yelled over the crowd. “Try and hit me. Go ahead.”
Erin saw how Trish was taunting her and trying to humiliate her in front of the crowd. There was no reason for her to do that, and it angered Erin. She was only trying to help Sol and Trish and this is how they treated her. She wanted so much to cause at least a little pain to Trish.
Erin had no idea how to get much power behind a punch but she did her best. She closed her eyes and twirled her body, with her arm extended as far out as possible. Her fist crunched into Trish’s jaw. The crowd roared. Erin opened her eyes. Trish had been staggered. But she was now repositioning herself and putting up her guard. Erin felt proud that she had been able to do something against the little bitch. But now she knew she had to pay the consequences.
Trish charged at Erin with fists flailing. She battered the girl’s head and stomach. The punches were merciless. Erin tried to block them, but there were too many. She was staggered. She was almost out on her feet.
Erin was about to fall down when Trish made the stupidest move of her boxing career. In a mood of over-enthusiasm she pushed the taller girl back and spun her around. Erin’s back was now to Trish and she was cringing helplessly on the ropes. Trish lunged at her prey and landed a fierce punch. It landed on the back of her head. Erin fell forward into the ropes and rebounded backwards. Trish caught her, spun her around and threw what she thought would be her knockout blow, a vicious punch into Erin’s gut. The blow crashed into Erin with a sickening “splat. ” But somehow it landed far below the belt, and crunched right into Erin’s pubic mound. Erin groaned, curled over and collapsed onto the floor, unconscious.
Trish expected the referee to began the count as she went to a neutral corner. But something was wrong. Instead of the referee counting, he was waving his hands and shaking his head at Trish. He walked to the ring announcer and said something to him. Trish was puzzled and concerned. Maybe that blow behind her head wasn’t too legal. And maybe that last punch was a little below the belt. But she didn’t do it intentionally. Why would she need to do that? She was winning easily.
Trish suddenly realized what had happened. Her low blow was thrown because the girl was so tall and had such long legs. Trish was accustomed to hitting opponents who were her own size or not much taller. If she had thrown that same punch at an opponent who was her size, it would have landed above her belly button. It was Sol’s fault for forcing her to fight a giant. But her rationalizations were to no avail.
“The referee has declared that Trish Winslow has been disqualified. She threw two illegal punches, which caused her opponent to be unable to continue.”
The crowd booed and Trish screamed in anger. But the referee ignored everyone as he pointed to the fallen woman. “Therefore the winner of the match,” shouted the announcer, “by reason of a DQ, is Erin McGuire!!”
But Erin was unconscious and couldn’t hear the crowd’s cheers, or the angry shouts of Trish, her corner man, or the crowd. Soon she was revived and allowed to go to the dressing locker, scarcely aware of what had happened. She removed her clothes and dragged herself into the shower stall. The cool, clean water would help wash away the memory of the ugly evening. She forgot that this was the only locker-shower room for women, and the only other woman in the arena was Trish.
Through the steam of the shower water she saw a movement. She blinked as the water poured over her. Trish was naked under a nearby shower. Trish glared at Erin and walked toward her. Erin cringed in fear as she saw how angry Trish was. She wanted no more trouble. She just wanted to go home. But that didn’t seem to be what Trish wanted.
TO BE CONTINUED
ROUND GIRL Part 4 (Conclusion)
The smaller girl threw her arm around Erin’s neck and hip tossed her onto the slippery wet cement floor, directly under the shower. Erin struggled to escape but Trish grabbed her arms just below the shoulders and pushed her shoulders flat on the floor. Erin tried rolling from side to side, but Trish threw a leg over her and sat on her stomach. Erin squirmed but lacked the strength or skill to dislodge Trish. She did all she knew how to do. She screamed for help at the top of her lungs.
The water from the shower muffled her sounds and the heavily insulated shower room kept any sounds from reaching others. Trish slapped her face, back and forth to force her to shut up. Eventually Erin did stop. She realized no one could hear her. No one would come to her rescue. She couldn’t get away from Trish by herself. She was at Trish’s mercy. She sobbed in fear and frustration.
Trish stopped slapping her prey and looked down into her tearful, terrified face. Her anger began to dissipate. The girl was so beautiful and so helpless. When Erin struggled to move her arms, her efforts were so weak that Trish began to feel some pity for her. The girl was so vulnerable and soft. Trish began to feel something other than anger. She was becoming aroused.
Erin noticed Trish’s changed demeanor and felt even more threatened. It was one thing to have Trish beat her up, but now it looked like she had sexual designs as well. “Please, Trish, please let me go,” she sobbed. The shower water washed away her tears as fast as they formed. “Why are you doing this to me?”
Trish ignored her plea and lowered her grip on Erin’s arms to hold her wrists. She pulled her arms down to her sides. Erin struggled in vain to free her arms but Trish held her firmly. Trish then placed her own legs over each arm, so that Erin’s arms were completely within Trish’s control. Trish looked longingly at Erin’s huge tits that were rising up and down with Erin’s panicked breathing. Trish licked her lips hungrily. She wanted to suck the nipples. But first, she decided to fondle Erin’s breasts. Her hands were free, while Erin’s were held in place by Trish’s legs, so there could be no resistance. Erin squirmed and tossed her head back and forth as Trish kneaded the breasts like she was working with pizza dough.
Erin squirmed frantically as she realized Trish’s intentions. “Don’t do this, please,” she cried. “I don’t deserve this. I’m no fighter. I’m just a round girl.”
Trish glared down into Erin’s face. “It’s obvious you’re no fighter. That’s why I’m not fighting you, I’m fucking you.”
“No!” shrieked Erin as she tried to buckle or push off Trish. Her struggle was hopeless. Even though Trish was only a mediocre fighter and nearly 30 pounds lighter than Erin, Trish was a professional athlete and could easily do anything she wanted to do to Erin.
“I’m fucking you because that’s what round girls are for,” Trish explained. “You bimbos come into the ring nearly naked and flounce your big boobs and asses at the men in the audience. It’s just to turn them on. You’re just a sex object. So if you’re not in the ring to fight, then you must be there to fuck. And that’s what’s gonna happen.”
Erin sighed and sank back. There was nothing more she could say to convince Trish to release her. What Trish said was certainly true. The tears stopped falling from her cheeks. The steady stream of shower water continued falling on the naked women. Trish bent over and used her tongue to play with Erin’s nipples. Gradually they became erect. Trish stretched down further and kissed Erin’s lips. Erin started to turn her head away but stopped. Trish’s kiss felt good, especially after all the punishment she had been administering. Trish plunged her tongue deeply into Erin’s mouth and she caressed the inside of her mouth while her hands caressed the soft, wet skin of Erin’s breasts and shoulders.
Trish moved her legs so they no longer pinned Erin’s arms. They slid down past Erin’s hips. Her knees pushed down between Erin’s thighs. She pushed her pussy into Erin’s crotch. She pushed her pubic mound into Erin’s pussy and rubbed back and forth. Erin belatedly realized that her hands were now free and she told herself she ought to be resisting this madwoman’s advances. But she was ambivalent. She placed her hands on Trish’s small but muscular shoulders and tried pushing her back. But she couldn’t budge Trish. Not only were her arms too weak, but her wish to escape had ended. She found herself surrendering to Trish’s dominance and to her own passionate desires.
Soon both women were breathing hard and almost in unison. Their pussies rubbed into one another. Trish pushed herself harder into Erin’s soft flesh until their clits were in contact. She rubbed harder and faster. Erin’s resistance had turned to enthusiastic cooperation. Erin’s delicate hands and fingernails dug into Trish’s muscular back. Trish’s strong hands were wrapped on Erin’s hips to hold them in place against her plunging pelvis.
Erin’s hands now reached down and pulled at Trish’s trim butt as it moved up and down over Erin’s compliant body. Erin pulled at Trish’s butt to help her get deeper inside and to prolong the sweet ecstasy. “Oh…….yes……..yes……yessssssssssss! she screeched as Trish’s strong, forceful body pushed into hers.
Both women exploded in simultaneous orgasms. Trish wrapped her arms tightly around Erin and rolled them over on their sides as the spontaneous throbbing continued and ebbed. They gasped in mutual pleasure as their bodies kept quivering on the wet floor under the heavy warm rain of the shower.
They lay in one another’s arms for several more minutes. Erin nearly drifted off to sleep. But soon Trish got up and turned off the shower. She looked down at Erin and held out her hand in an offer to help her up. Erin took it and let herself be pulled to her feet. Erin watched Trish with some apprehension. She wondered what Trish planned to do with her now.
“Well, shit,” Trish said with a small chuckle. “I guess it was my fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. I admit it. I don’t care if they will laugh at me back at the gym for losing a fight to a round girl.” With that she turned and left the shower room.
Thirty minutes later Erin was dressed and sitting in Sol’s office to get her paycheck. “Here’s your money, Erin,” said Sol. “I gave you an extra 100 dollars. You deserved it after taking that beating Trish gave you. I told her not to do that, but I guess she got carried away. Anyway you won’t have to worry about fighting her or anyone else from now on. I don’t think you’re cut out for the fight game.”
“Well, thanks Sol,” said Erin. “Actually it was an interesting experience. Any chance of Trish and me having a rematch!”
THE END