| LATE NIGHT FIGHT by SleepWalker Tina strutted on high silver heels into my cubicle and perched on the corner of my desk. She crossed her long tan legs alluringly, causing her miniskirt to ride high up her smooth thighs. “If you want me,” she announced in a breathy, almost sinister tone, “you’ll have to win me.” Before I had a chance to question her cryptic comment, she thrust a small slip of paper at me. There was an address scrawled on it which I didn’t recognize. “Meet me tonight at 11:00,” she commanded, then dismounted the desk and left the room in long, leggy strides. * * * I pulled into the parking lot just before 11:00 and was astounded to find, not the romantic, out-of-the-way restaurant I had expected, but a gym or fitness club of some kind. She was already there, leaning against the fender of her red sports car, still wearing the silver heels and microscopic skirt. She led me around the back where she unlocked the door. I followed her into a dark hallway, keeping up with difficulty. Abruptly a light went on at the end of the corridor where I found myself standing on the margin of a large, brightly illluminated gym. A regulation boxing ring was in the center. Without even taking off her shoes she lifted one of the ropes and climbed in. Then she stood in the middle of the ring and beckoned me with her index finger. “If you want me,” she said flatly, “come and get me.” I’d been ogling her long legs without shame for months now, so her offer was one I couldn’t refuse. I clambered into the ring and approached her. I would have my way with her right there on the mat, if that’s what she wanted. But she had other plans for me. Before I could reach out and grab her a heeled foot came rocketing upward and caught me squarely on the jaw. My head shot backward and the room seemed to explode with a thousand points of light. Before I could recover she launched a sweeping roundhouse kick which caught me on the left temple spinning my head to the side. Then her other leg came sweeping in from the opposite side, striking me hard and pivoting my head around the other way. Her kicks had effectively stunned me and I could feel my knees weakening, but I managed to keep my feet. I was too dizzy to defend myself, however, as she stepped toward me, like a placekicker approaching a football. She kicked me hard again, her foot meeting my chin and sending my head flying back. As I staggered, trying desperately to maintain my balance, she grabbed me by the lapels of my jacket and pulled me toward her. At the same time she bent her knee sharply and jabbed it deep into my solar plexis. “Ooof!” I exclaimed as the breath rushed out of me. I bent forward, gripping my tender abdomen. She rested her hands on the back of my head and suddenly forced it downward, bringing her knee up sharply at the same time. It smashed into my forehead; again my vision exploded with light. My head was propelled upward, bringing my torso back into an upright position so that I was standing more or less erect. “How do you like the taste of my bare knee?” she asked coyly. “Would you like another taste?” She kicked me in the stomach, her long shapely leg extending to its full length. Again the air was forced out of my lungs. Again she kneed me in the face; my back arched and I staggered, trying desperately to stay on my feet. Suddenly she spun on her right foot; her bare left leg, parallel to the ground, came whirling toward me in a powerful reverse kick. The sole of her foot plowed into the side of my face; I grunted and leaned to one side. She delivered another spinning kick; again her foot smacked me hard, this time smashing into my chin. My eyes closed as my head was thrust upward by the blow. But I wasn’t out yet. My vision cleared just in time to see her lift her hand high, flatten it, then bring it down hard against the back of my neck in a devastating karate chop. My eyes squinted shut again involuntarily as my mouth fell open. My knees buckled and would no longer support my weight. I plunged forward, briefly brushing against her soft body, before collapsing onto the mat. I rolled onto my back and lay there for a moment, then, summoning the remainder of my strength, pushed myself onto my elbows as she slowly removed first one high heel, then the other. Then she took a step forward and kicked me hard in the face, her bare instep connecting solidly with the bridge of my nose. I grimaced as the kick propelled me backward onto the mat. She sauntered casually over to the corner of the ring and grabbed a stool, then strolled back, knowing I wouldn’t be getting up any time soon. She sat down on the stool, then placed both of her feet firmly against my face, sealing off my nose and mouth. “It’s time for you to take a little nap,” she informed me. “I think for starters I’ll smother you out with my feet.” I tried to rise, but she pushed me back down onto the mat and held me there. She pressed down, smothering me with her bare soles. Within seconds I began to feel light-headed. I struggled to rise, but she forced me down against the floor and held me there. My brain began to shut down from lack of oxygen; my eyes began to flutter, straining to stay open. I knew I was going out. Through glazed eyes I looked up, drinking in the view of her calves perhed above me, her fleshy thighs, and the backs of her knees. She certainly had nice legs, I thought, as I succumbed to the blackness welling up around me. Then I surrendered, falling into a deep sleep, still pinned firmly against the mat. “Nighty-night,” she cooed softly. “But don’t get too comfortable: I’ll be ready soon for round two.” As she stood up and made for the water cooler against the far wall she mused, “I wonder how many ways I can knock you out…so many ways, yet so little time. But the night is still young,” she laughed, as she slipped her feet back into her high heels and strutted off toward the cooler. TO BE CONTINUED! write the author at: smeadows_36@hotmail.com |