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It didn't take long.
Selene had kept me posted by e-mails on Nylisha's bouts against the rest of the better fighters in her gym. After our after-hours battle, she'd picked right up where she left off, with three more first or second-round knockout wins over the next couple of months. There were now only two fighters ranked above her on Selene's entire gym roster, and she was set for a battle with the potent Anne in her next bout.
But from what I gathered, Nylisha's attitude was better ... just a little, but better. She was still a bitch to everybody, but her superior attitude was toned down from reports I got from some of Selene's other gym members. They didn't know why, and didn't care ... and Selene and I kept our secret between us.
I hadn't thought much about Nylisha's challenge after our bout, figuring it was just frustration and figuring she was too focused on taking down Anne and whoever else she could line up to worry about climbing in the ring with me again.
Wrong ... and I had an inclination that was the case when I saw Selene's caller ID on my cell phone early on a Monday morning.
"You've got a package delivered to the gym for some reason," Selene said. "It doesn't have a return address."
I went immediately to Selene's gym where she was waiting with the package, and when I opened it there was a folded-up poster of Nylisha, a card with an address and a key.
The poster was a full-length shot, her in her gold trunks with the "ER" on the waistband, gold gloves and gold boots just like in our bout, except this time she had a bright yellow top covering her nice assets. It had printing at the bottom ... "I've knocked out everyone in this gym in four rounds or less – usually one. Do you dare try to last 5 rounds?"
The card had an address at the top, one I recognized as being in a seedy part of town. Under the address it said, "Friday night, 9 p.m., motherfucker ... the key gets you in the back door. if you're not there, I'm going to come and find your ass and beat you to death."
Shit, I thought ... I was torn between the excitement of getting in the ring with her again, and remembering how I felt after the first late-night bout even with my win. Damn, I was sore for a week. But I felt that stirring in my gut again, and she'd succeeded in piquing my curiosity. And as I looked at the poster, one that was almost 3-D it was so lifelike, that stirring in my gut moved down to my crotch.
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The one other message I got during the week gave me three bits of information, all of which worried me and excited me at the same time. One was that I wasn't to tell anyone about the bout at Nylisha's home gym ... not anyone in Selene's gym or even Selene herself.
The second bit of information was that there again was no referee, but this time I wouldn't need a second in the corner. It was to be just Nylisha and I ... no one else.
And the third? To quote Nylisha's note, "You won't need that protector, either ... all you'll need is gloves, trunks, boots and a mouthpiece so I don't break your jaw too quick."
My mind was overwhelmed with the possibilities. What if I was being set up ... after all, this was a scary part of town. What if one of us got truly injured with nobody else there? And that last note ... what was that about? I wasn't keen on her taking some shots below the belt, but I assumed that even as much of a bitch as she was, she wouldn't stoop to that.
I had mixed emotions over whether to follow that last instruction, but I also didn't want Nylisha to think I was scared. So I told no one, and when Friday evening game I packed my equipment bag – sans the big leather protector that guarded the family jewels – and headed over to the designated address.
The gym turned out to be a small abandoned warehouse, one that fit right in with the rest of a decaying neighborhood. I parked my car around back, trying to get as close to that back door as possible, and after a couple of tries the key finally turned the rusty lock. I pushed open the door, and was immediately struck with the combined odor of sweat and decay. It was bad enough to make a weaker person, one that wasn't used to being around a locker room, want to gag or throw up.
As I was finally getting used to the smell, I noticed the gym's lights. All were bare wires strung from the ceiling, with several of them in the general area of the two rings and the rest scattered from corner to corner. Most of the lights that were on were centered over one ring – I figured that's where we'd be doing battle – and the others were pointed down a nearby hallway close to the back door. I assumed that's where the locker room was, and I went to the first unopened door and went inside, subconsciously locking it behind me.
I had just started pulling equipment out of my bag when I heard a nearby door open and then slam shut, and footsteps walking by my door. But they kept walking, and I assumed that was Nylisha, either headed for another locker room to get ready or already heading for the ring. As much as she wanted me to join her in the ring, I figured she was already dressed and ready, and I could feel myself rushing to finish up and head out to the gym. Relax, I told myself ... she wasn't going anywhere.
It didn't take long with the limited equipment. Tugging my favorite black trunks on with nothing below for some reason brought Nylisha's image to mind ... that strong and toned body, bare except for the short and tight trunks that left little to the imagination ... as did mine, which were already tenting out from that mental image. I spent the whole time I was wrapping my hands and tugging on the tight 8-ounce gloves trying to get my body back under control, and eventually the bulge below the Everlast logo receded while I was warming up in front of the rusted-out mirror in the dressing room.
I had just finished my last bit of shadowboxing when I heard the gym timer already sounding its shrill warning chime, so I threw my bag over my bare shoulder and headed out the door, pounding my gloves together as I walked down the hall heading for the only other lit place in the dingy gym.
Just as I'd suspected, Nylisha was already in the ring ... I could see her outline against the lights and could see her punching the corner pad to stay loose. As I got closer, more details started to appear ... she looked identical to our last bout down to the smallest detail, and to the poster she'd sent me – without the gold top, though. Her impressive breasts once again bounced free as she gave the corner pad a beating ... probably pouring it on, since she noticed me walking toward the ring.
"Didn't know if you'd show up or not, white boy," she said as she finished her corner pounding. I didn't respond while I pulled towels and a full water bottle out of my bag and set them on the ring apron next to what I assumed was my corner, opposite of where she had been working.
I watched her closely as I slipped through the ropes, and in the harsh bulb lights she looked even more impressive than I'd remembered. I noticed the wide shadow that was cast from her wide shoulders and trunk, as well as from her sculpted arms. She was an impressive physical specimen, no doubt, and I felt the twinge inside the thin satin of my trunks from watching her.
She wore the same gold gloves and trunks from our first meeting. I saw the "ER" on her waistband again, and the thoughts of what that meant were whirring through my brain when Nylisha walked out to mid-ring and stood, gloves on her hips, brazenly inviting me to join her.
"Come on, white boy," she said. "I'm not going to hurt you ... yet." And as I began stepping toward mid-ring, she continued. "But I will hurt you soon."
When I got close, Nylisha quickly took one more step toward me, closing the distance between us before I could react to the point that her breasts – which rode so tantalizingly high on her well-developed pecs – and her cork-hard nipples brushed against my chest. But instead of the mad-as-hell look of last time, she had a malevolent grin on her face.
Our eyes weren't six inches apart, and I was so focused on matching her stare and trying to figure out what she was smiling about, I didn't notice for a couple of seconds that her right glove had left her hip and was brushing across the front of my trunks. By the time my brain had processed the notion of stepping back, my suddenly-rigid manhood was straining against my trunks once again. Caught totally off guard, all I did was stand there while Nylisha continued her gloved massage.
"The brothers over here are always sayin' don't waste my time with puny white-boy dicks," she hissed. "Maybe we'll see if they're right."
I finally awoke from the near-trance and took two quick steps back, and Nylisha's grin turned into a loud laugh as she turned and walked back to her corner. "Get ready for a beatdown, motherfucker," she said over her shoulder as I heard the timer chime its 10-second warning.
Shit, I mumbled under my breath. She'd already psyched me out and completely distracted me ... instead of focusing on the bout that was seconds away, I was in my corner, trunks tented out and my mind somewhere else. I was still struggling to regain my composure when the double "DING, DING!" chime came from the timer.
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I still wasn't ready to launch any sort of battle plan when I stepped out toward mid-ring, but I'd hoped Nylisha would start this bout like she did our previous fight – patient, working the middle of the ring and conserving energy – and fortunately she did just that. She stepped out in a classic stance and almost appeared to be waiting for me, with that grin still on her face.
This was not the time to get in a slugfest with her, so I began slowly circling left and flicking out jabs toward her highly-held gloves. I could see that she still had some scarring above her right eye where she'd been sliced open in our first meeting, and she kept her right high and firmly planted against her temple.
My jabs weren't having much effect … about all they were doing were making noise when they hissed off Nylisha's own leather. But I had also been able to stay away from her early head attack, slipping the jab and blocking her right hand with my left.
That was before she quickly dropped down with a straight left that split my elbows and landed hard on my waistband, right on the Everlast logo, with a dull "thud." It caught me by surprise – everything until then had been aimed at my head – and also caused a quick flinch since it didn't hit far above my still-hard member – something she'd probably taken into account, and likely the reason she'd given me the quick glove-job pre-bout.
I stepped back and she came right at me, and we clinched just off the ropes. Actually, it was less a clinch than me bent halfway over and grabbing her around the waist. I was a little more stunned than I originally thought, a dull feeling in the pit of my stomach, and it didn't help that Nylisha was raining lefts and rights on my head and shoulders as I hung on.
But she couldn't do any damage from that angle, and eventually I was able to move up and pin her arms in a vice grip, and we wrestled for a few seconds as she tried to push me off.
"One in the gut and you're done, huh, you pussy?," she said during the clinch. "Just like your cock, you must be getting soft."
"We'll see how soft," I said as we struggled, and I could finally feel my crotch getting back to normal as she tried to pull her arms away. I finally broke the hold, and Nyisha tried a wild right hand over the top that I ducked under. That left her right side open, and I pivoted and landed a solid left hook just below her rib cage. It was almost the same punch that I'd hurt her with so much late in our last fight, and I felt it dig in again and felt the "woosh" of air that came out around her mouthpiece.
This time, it was her turn to step back. But instead of pressing in, I stayed away and smiled.
"How'd that feel, bitch," I said, but all Nyllisha did was return to her boxing stance at mid-ring, finally put the expected scowl on her face, and flexher left glove, waving me in like a dare. Not right now, I thought, and I kept a distance between us as I jabbed and parried her advances, until the timer went off.
I swung out the stool in my corner and sat down, and realized I was sweating up a storm ... sweat running down my face and chest even though we'd only gone one round. I hadn't noticed it in all the "excitement," but my trunks were already soaked and I could feel the unusual sensation of the satin trunks bonding against bare skin.
I looked across at Nylisha, who didn't appear to be even breathing heavily. The thought that she'd been working a lot more rounds in training crossed my mind.
When the bell rang for round 2, I came out southpaw, with my right shoulder pointed at my opponent to try to throw her off. It had worked well in our first fight, and I figured changing back and forth was a good strategy. That would negate her jab some, but I would have to be careful of her big right hand that I remembered from the first fight. Still, the ability to throw lead rights from a short distance helped, and I started peppering Nylisha's head with those rights and stepping back out of range. Every time she would cock her left to jab, I was able to get there first with the right, and either pushed her gloves back into her face or split them and hit my target.
Bap … bap … bap … my lead right kept hitting home. One flattened Nylisha's nose and a couple landed on her cheekbones, causing her to blink, and when she tried to counter I had time to either lean back or block with my left. I could tell she was already getting frustrated – her early psychological and physical toying with me now ancient history – and I was hoping that frustration would lead to a mistake … which happened more quickly than I figured.
I had just snapped off another right that hissed off Nylisha's left cheekbone, and I saw her start to lean forward and throw her right, which I leaned away from as it whistled by my jaw and left an opening. I stepped forward and threw a left hook, and with her leaning in it clipped her square on the jaw and sent spit and sweat flying. It was one of those punches that you knew landed solidly from the feeling that went up my arm.
Nylisha was stunned and her legs went rubbery for a moment as I moved in, throwing wide-swinging lefts and rights at her head to try to take advantage ... maybe even end this one quickly. She had her gloves high, but some of those shots got through, as did quick uppercuts from each side that got below her guard and snapped her head up as she started slowly stepping back.
Shocked with my good fortune, with every punch I threw seeming to make good contact, I kept up the attack as Nylisha stumbled back into a neutral corner. I stood right in front, punching for all I was worth, and every punch in my barrage echoed around the gym. Her grin was long since gone, and instead her eyes were wide with shock and quickly tearing up.
A few more lefts and rights finally forced Nylisha to roll off the tattered ropes and land on her hip on the canvas. I had put her down again, and it was only the second round.
"Who's beating who up now, slut," I hissed as I stepped back … but only a step or two, since I'd learned from the first fight that without a referee, going all the way to a neutral corner wasn't the smartest thing. "Get up! Should've spent less time worrying about my dick and more worrying about my gloves."
Nylisha was quickly up on one knee and covered up as she rose. I tried to continue the attack, but she tied me up with her burly arms and all I could manage were some short choppy blows to her sides that did no damage. Her head was on my shoulder and the beads from her tight cornrows dug into my chest, and I could also feel some dampness running down my chest. I was still trying to work out of the bearhug when the timer went off, and as we broke I saw the blood dripping from her nose once again and more redness over her eye.
It was just as well that the round ended … my arms were dead from all the punching and I needed the break as much as she did. I went back to my corner and tried to shake my arms out while watching Nylisha towel herself off and breathe heavily across the ring, and I leaned back heavily against the ropes, noticing how tired I already was. Maybe her initial below-the-belt move had taken something out of me, I thought as I looked up at the ceiling until the warning buzzer sounded.
I moved out quickly at the bell for Round 3, but Nylisha was back to his battle plan, taking mid-ring and cutting off the ring. She looked none the worse for wear despite the punishment from Round 2 except for redness above and below her right eye, and she held her guard high. Strong bitch, I thought, because I'd hit her with everything I had, and I started getting the idea that she'd been more thoroughly schooled and coached than the fighter I faced last time.
In fact, it was now Nylisha that started snapping out quick jabs, getting off before I had a chance to react with my lead right and popping into the right side of my face and right eye. One went flush in the eye socket and caused me to see stars and back up, circling left again.
So much for me being the aggressor, at least for a while, as each of us sized the other up and waited for a chance to do damage. She was beginning to slowly press forward, but I kept shooting out the lead right and pushing her gloves and head backwards while keeping my left high – a good thing, since a couple of her strong right crosses thudded into my left glove instead of my temple, but still had enough on them to turn me almost sideways.
I blocked another of those rights and countered with a straight right that got above her left glove and hammered home square in Nylisha's face, and I could feel her nose in my glove and could tell the punch did some damage. I followed with a left uppercut to the body and quickly doubled up, but she quickly stepped back and covered up as blood began flowing from her nose and down into her mouth.
I tried to press my advantage and aimed another uppercut at the bloody nose, but Nylisha turned her head and … BAM! A thunderous right hand dug into the left side of my body under the rib cage. She had pivoted after my miss and put all her weight into the right, and it felt like it went all the way to my backbone. My "unnnhhhh" now echoed off the walls.
I halfway bent over and instinctively pulled my left arm down, but Nylisha expected that and bounced a quick right-left combination flush on both sides of my face as I stumbled backward against the ropes. The gym's loose ropes acted like a trampoline and propelled me back forward as Nylisha landed a powerful left hook on my forehead that spun my head to the side – where a right cross awaited and landed flush on my chin, literally lifting me off the canvas.
I didn't realize I was going down until I landed flat on my back, looking up at the light bulbs strung above the ring and trying to get my bearings. In an instant, some of those bulbs were blocked out as Nylisha's outline came into focus. I could see her looking down at me and her fists ready at her waist, waiting for me to get up.
"Now I'm going to fuck you up," she hissed down at me, right when the bell sounded ending the round. I could tell she was disgusted with the timing, but she walked away, and it took me several more seconds for me to get my bearings and balance back and half-walk, half-crawl to my stool.
I was still dazed when I got there, but at least had the sense to grab the water bottle with one glove and squirt it all over me, the last squirt going down my chest and body and soaking my trunks even more. The cold helped revive me a little, but by the time I'd toweled some of the water off I heard the warning buzzer, and as I toweled my face I felt a big welt above my right eye, courtesy of Nylisha's left hook in the one-two that put me on my back. I could feel it already swelling as I held the water bottle against it for a few more precious seconds.
"It ain't gonna help," I heard Nylisha yell from across the ring. "You going down hard, white boy," as the timer sounded twice to start the fourth round. I slowly rose and had one thought, to stay away and grab and hold on for a while.
Nylisha certainly knew that was my plan, and she came out quickly at the Round 4 bell and cut the ring off as she pressed forward, trying to guide me back into a corner and already throwing wide lefts and rights as I covered up. But she was too anxious and I was able to block most of her punches while connecting with a couple of jabs to thwart her charges.
The first time she bored her way in, I was able to wrap her up as she pushed me back against the ropes and I slipped away. I should have done the same thing the second time, but I tried to blunt her attack with a combo of my own that she expertly blocked with her left, and out of nowhere she tagged me with another brutal right hand just below my navel, right on the soaking-wet waistband.
The blow all but paralyzed me and I quickly covered in almost a standing fetal position against the ropes. Nylisha knew she had hurt me several times with body shots and we were still early in the fourth round, and that's where she began hammering with both hands, knowing that I was in no condition to counter or punch back. Most of her biggest shots bounced off my arms and elbows that were tightly tucked in, but several pounded into my kidney areas, and I could feel her gradually beating all the wind out of me. I vaguely remembered how Selene had told me how much she loved going to the body, and now she was getting all the chances she wanted to do that.
It was as if Nylisha was saving my head for her later enjoyment, as all of her punches rained in at my body and chest, almost as if she was out to prove a point. My ab muscles were rapidly weakening against her onslaught and my chest throbbed as her gloves hissed across my skin. I felt more blood on my arm and realized one of Nylisha's taut gloves had ripped across one nipple, slicing it open.
She was bending low, one of her knees almost on the canvas, as she dug into my lower abs. "HOW'S THAT FEEL, MOTHERFUCKER?" she taunted as she pounded, knowing I was ready to go down again. Finally she doubled up on uppercuts to my bent-over body and I went crashing down again, my head landing just in front of her gray boots.
I don't know how long I stayed in that position, both knees folded against my chest on the mat and my forehead on the canvas, my arms wrapped around my sore body, but Nylisha never moved her feet. I couldn't see her, but I could picture her standing and waiting for me, in no hurry now that she was fully in control.
Eventually I came up onto my knees, still instinctively keeping my arms near my body, and staring straight ahead into her crotch. She was sweating as heavily as I was, from the exertion of her punch-fest, and her trunks were also plastered to her, her ebony skin nearly showing through the wet gold fabric. That fabric stuck to every inch of her, all the way down her crotch, and even in my dazed state I picked up the scent of her feminine juices that apparently were contributing to her soaked trunks. Damn, she's enjoying this, my subconscious mind thought, and if I didn't do something soon she was going to enjoy it even more.
As I stood shakily I tried to grab Nylisha around her arms and waist, but I only collared her right arm. Her left was free, and using her own chest to pin me, she pounded the right side of my face with repeated chopping lefts. None of them covered much more than six inches, but in the position my head was in they all hit home.
I felt the welt over my right eye rip open against the leather of Nylisha's glove and blood began rolling down into my eye and down the side of my face. She must have hit me a dozen times in the same spot before I was able to get my gloves up to cover my face and stagger backwards into my own corner.
She had me helpless there, almost sitting on the middle rope, but before she could take even more advantage the timer went off to end the fourth round. But instead of backing off, Nylisha stood there, admiring her handiwork.
"Don't stand up again, or I will hurt you," she taunted. "You think it hurts now … you come back out here and I'll give you more pain than you can imagine."
I staggered into Nylisha as I stood up, and she pushed me off her and into the ropes, laughing at my crazed walk as I managed to maneuver my butt off the ropes and onto the metal stool that I painstakingly swung out. I fumbled for one of the towels and immediately jammed it against my eye, and when I pulled it back it was soaked with blood – a lot of it – and I felt it instantly pour down my face and into my eye again.
I pushed the water bottle against it, hoping to slow the blood flow, but it was an exertion just to hold my glove up to my head and keep pressure on it. I stayed in that same position well after the warning buzzer sounded. I threw it out of the ring as the Round 5 bell sounded, and had just gotten off my stool when Nylisha appeared right in front of me.
I didn't see the left hook that thundered against my eye, causing blood to spurt out and leave a trail across her chest … or the follow-up right that crashed off my jaw and bounced me back down on the swinging metal stool before I fell off and landed face-down, my face falling on one of my black gloves that were now almost entirely a sticky maroon.
A pool of blood formed under my eye as I tried to push myself up to get my head off the canvas. By chance, I was looking right at Nylisha, who was screaming, "YEAH! YEAH!," with her gloves up over her head symbolizing victory.
I figured I was done, not getting up this time, and was starting to feel light-headed maybe from the blood loss. But Nylisha, almost on cue, stepped in front of me, grabbed me under both arms with her gloves and stood me up, leaning me against the corner pad and draping my arms over the top ropes.
"I told you I was gonna fuck you up," she said, "and now I am."
Since I was completely unprotected, Nylisha could have sent me back to the canvas out cold with one more big punch. Instead, she took a fighter's stance right in front of me – I could see the streak of blood from my eye still across her chest – and proceeded to start throwing half-effort punches to my body and head. It was the type of punches that a fighter would use when warming up on the heavy bag and working on technique more than power – not hard enough to put me down, but hard enough to hurt when they made contact.
She wanted to make the pain last … drag it out as long as possible. Now I knew why Selene had first wanted my help, and how dangerous this ebony powerhouse was.
Pop … pop … pop … jabs to the forehead. Hooks to the body that landed with a "thump, thump" … crosses from both sides that knocked my head back and forth … and straight rights and lefts right to my chest, literally beating the air out of my lungs.
"Unhhhhh …. Unhhhh … no more, no more, pleeeeease," I strained to get out, and looked up. That's when I saw Nylisha finally step back, although just for a moment.
"Too late for begging," she said, as she jerked my trunks down to my ankles. That's when she began moved her punches lower, eventually to the point where she was knocking my cock and balls back and forth like a miniature speed bag – again, not hard enough to incapacitate, but hard enough to make pain soar through my crotch and abdomen every time his glove made contact. It didn't help that I was somehow fully erect despite this abuse.
Eventually I felt warm liquid running down my leg ... Nylisha had quite literally beaten the piss and cum out of me. When she saw this, she leaned in again, pistoning lefts and rights into my abdomen like a machine, the same punches she had mauled my body with one round earlier. They were like her most recent punches, at about half-effort, but I could still hear the dull sounds of leather hitting skin bouncing around the gym walls. I could almost feel her knuckles inside those 8-ounce gloves, the knuckle points pounding into my internal organs as I retched onto the canvas and started to slide off the ropes.
Nylisha again caught me under the arms and re-hung my limp body on the top ropes. "Time for you to get knocked out," she said, and four punches later, a combination of lefts and rights that knocked me sideways sent me bouncing off the ropes and pitching toward the middle of the ring, landing flat on my back out cold….
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I don't know how long it was, but when I finally began to come around I could tell that Nylisha was still standing there. In the haze of staring up into the lights, I couldn't see anything but her outline, but as my consciousness came back, I could tell that she had stripped her trunks – she'd probably have to burn them, my subconscious mind thought.
As things got clearer, I watched as she stepped closer, straddling me and putting one boot on each side of my rapidly-rising-and-falling chest. Without hesitation, she kneeled down, her knees on the sides of my head and swollen face, effectively pinning my shoulders and biceps to the canvas with her shins.
"See if you lick any better than you fight," she said as she slowly lowered herself, covering my face with her wet womanhood and already beginning to slide herself back and forth, grinding her pussy against my nose and mouth. Even in my sorry state, I figured I better try to satisfy her or else I might be in for more abuse, so I put my tongue to work lapping at her as hard and fast as I could.
It seemed to take only seconds before I felt Nylisha's body tense up and erupt into violent shudders as all her juices came roaring, moaning loudly as she drenched me with her orgasm eruption. She stayed frozen on top of me for what seemed like an eternity, still moaning, but as I thought she was about to dismount, she spun herself around, swapping sides and facing my feet while still sitting her wet pussy on my face.
I could only see her round and muscular ass from this angle, but I still had feeling in my body ... and I could feel her leather glove rubbing against my again-erect manhood for the second time since we got into the ring. This time, though, there were no trunks in between, and she proceeded to use the palm of that glove to begin to pump me violently up and down.
"Come on, white boy," I heard her taunting. "Let's see what else I can make you do."
Unable to control myself and in no position to resist, I was helpless as she milked me, quickly getting my cock to rock-hardness and just as quickly working me to an orgasm eruption of my own. I could feel the sticky cum shooting out onto my formerly-strong abs ... which Nylisha had turned to jelly not that long ago.
Only a few seconds later, Nylisha raised herself off me and stepped a couple of feet away. I was still woozy and seeing her outline in the overhead lights, but I could make out enough to tell she was looking down at me.
"You got a choice, white boy," she hissed. "Go back to your punk-ass gym and tell 'em that Nylisha is the best, or come back here and I'll fuck you up all over again."
With that, she quickly bounced away, and as she slipped through the ropes I saw her bend over and pick up my black trunks off the canvas as a souvenir. I couldn't have stopped her if I'd wanted to, obviously, but I already knew I wouldn't be using them against her again.
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