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Subject: STORY: Porn Stars Boxing (F/F) (1/3)
From: Kimberly Valentine <kimval@hotmail.com>
Date: Tue, 06 May 1997 19:32:12 -0400
BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS - PORN STARS BOXING Pt. 1/3 (F/F) - by Kim and
Ginny
*****DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction and is not intended for those
under the age of 18. The people named are public figures and actions
described are fantasy based on characters they play in the movies.
*****
The figure glided through the darkened arena with cat-like grace. The
clicking sounds from her high heels on the cement floor echoed off the
bare walls. She paused briefly in the shadows to look around as if she
were expecting someone, then moved into the light from a half-opened
dressing room door. Her dark hair was cut short and her curvaceous
figure was bound in a short tight knit dress that molded to her full
breasts and the curve of her stomach. It was a striking picture when she
turned her head and the light illuminated her beautiful face. Her fans
would have recognized her immediately. It was Jeanna Fine, the popular
porn star.
She studied the ring in the center of the arena as she walked down the
aisle. When she reached it, she ran her hand lovingly over the canvas
and sighed, "Tonight. It won't be long darling, we'll get revenge
tonight. That bitch will pay for what she did." The black-haired actress
was startled from her thoughts by the sound of footsteps. She turned and
recognized the two women walking toward her. They were featured players
in the movie she was directing and two of the three principal
participants in the nights entertainment.
The first was a tall brunette, the popular porn actress Zara Whites. At
her side was one of the women who would be boxing in the ring later that
evening, Heather Hunter. Heather was a small, compactly built black
woman and a rising star in the porn film business. Her career had been
boosted by a close personal relationship with Jeanna.
Zara kissed Jeanna and didn't flinch when Jeanna grabbed her ass in
both hands and asked, "Is this seat taken?" as she pulled her body close
in a passionate embrace. Zara sighed happily, "It's all yours Mistress."
Heather stood to the side, patiently watching with a thin smile on her
lips. When the brunette broke the kiss, Jeanna took Heather by the waist
and kissed her too. Jeanna stood with her arms around both women as they
looked at the ring. "You both know the plan," she said conspiratorially.
"Any last minute questions or concerns from either of you?"
Zara giggled and shook her head, "Uh-uh. I know exactly what to do and
I'm looking forward to it. I just hope your new subbie can hold up her
end of the bargain." She leaned over and poked Heather in the breast
with a long fingernail. "You know what we're gonna do to you if you fuck
this up don't you?" Zara felt a tremor run though Heather's tight body
at the threat. "Yeah, I know. Don't you worry none `bout it, I got all
that bitch needs right here." Heather put a clenched fist under Zara's
chin and pushed the brunette's head back. "If you'd been able to handle
her when you had your chance, this wouldn't be necessary. But since it
is, I'm looking forward to it."
Jeanna grabbed Heather's fist and pulled it away from Zara's chin.
"None of that! You already got an opponent for tonight and you may have
your hands full with that one. Just remember what Zara and I are going
to do to the loser." Heather shivered, but glared at Zara and chuckled.
She loved seeing fear in a white bitch's eyes and she couldn't wait to
see it in Sunny McKay's when she faced the young Australian porn star in
that same ring.
Heather looked at the corner where Sunny would be standing that evening
as she waited for her to make her appearance. She imagined the blonde's
white body tangled in the ropes, drenched in her own sweat as blood ran
from her nose. Heather wanted to save her nose for the last, to see the
blood running down her face as she wept and pleaded for the black woman
to stop hurting her. That's what Heather got off on, hurting girls. She
thought how pretty red blood looked on white skin and Sunny McKay had
the nicest whitest skin Heather had seen in a while. She recalled the
movie she and Sunny had done a few years earlier when she felt Sunny had
disrespected her. Now the white girl was going to regret it and Heather
wanted her to know when the night was over the reason she'd been so
badly beaten.
The current movie, "Violent Vixens", was about women in the video
fighting business. Sunny McKay and Heather Hunter played a pair of
newcomers to the scene. Veteran porn star Jeanna Fine not only played a
wily promoter, but was also the producer and director. Tonight was the
fight scene in which Sunny and Heather were matched against each other
in their first video fight. Both actresses had limited boxing
experience, Sunny having won her only boxing match against Zara Whites
and Heather having done a few "foxy boxing" matches against some
experienced opponents.
To make the fight as realistic as possible, Jeanna decided to have the
two women box for real while she filmed it with multiple cameras, a live
crowd and no rehearsals. She was also charging admission which would
cover the cost of renting the gym and video equipment, thus increasing
her profits. Sunny's husband Barry had hired an ex-pro boxer to teach
Sunny the basics and work on her techniques and in six weeks of hard
work she had shown rapid development in the two months since she'd
signed for the movie.
THE CONTRACT SIGNING
Jeanna Fine leaned back in her chair and crossed her shapely legs above
the knee. Barry and Sunny's eyes widened in surprise when they saw she
wasn't wearing panties. "So, Barry," Jeanna purred, "Have you thought
about my offer?" Jeanna made a studied effort to ignore the beautiful
blonde beside Barry McKay and it wasn't easy. Sunny McKay was one of the
beautiful young women in the porn industry and Barry was her
manager/husband. Barry cleared his throat and nodded nervously, "Yes, I
think it's all clear, although I'm a little nervous about Sunny being in
a real boxing match, even in the movies. I'd have to know who she was
gonna fight before we sign."
Jeanna acknowledged Sunny for one of the few times since she'd entered
her small office at the studio as she asked Barry, "Is your little girl
afraid she might get hurt?" Sunny flushed and she leaned forward to
speak but Barry's hand on her arm stopped her before she could say a
word. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair and shook his head. "No,
we're not afraid, but I don't want someone who's a lot bigger or
stronger than she is. You see, Sunny's never boxed before and I wouldn't
want her to be injured, especially by some big, strong girl." Sunny
looked at her husband incredulously. He knew she'd boxed once before but
he held her arm in a pre-arranged signal for her to be silent. She sat
back in her chair and pouted.
Jeanna grinned wickedly. "Well, I have to warn you that P.J. Sparxx has
agreed to take Sunny's role if it's too much for her." It was all Jeanna
could do to keep from laughing at the expressions on Sunny and Barry's
face at the mention of Sunny's number one rival, but she controlled the
impulse and continued. "I know P.J. took over for Sunny in her last
movie but don't worry about it. The girl I cast is Heather Hunter.
Sunny's worked with her before. She's smaller and lighter than Sunny, so
you shouldn't have any problem with her. Is that OK?" "Ohhhhh, Heather,"
Sunny said with a grin, "I know she's a hot little number. She's really
cute. Petite, but cute. I like her." Jeanna nodded, "Is that OK with you
Mr. McKay?" He looked at Sunny and she nodded eagerly. "All right," he
said quickly, "It's a deal."
"Look I don't blame you for worrying about Sunny. I'd be concerned as
well if I'd never boxed before." She slid a business card across her
desk. "This guy used to train a former middleweight champion. I hired
him to train Sunny for a week prior to shooting so she'll at least look
like a fighter. If you want more lessons, you can pay for them
yourselves." Barry looked at the name on the card and put it in his
pocket. Sunny felt Barry's hand again and bit her tongue, resisting the
urge to tell Jeanna what she really thought she would do to little Ms
Heather Hunter.
Barry and Jeanna shook hands but as Sunny picked up her purse to leave,
Jeanna called Barry back. "Go ahead dear," she cooed to Sunny, "I have
one more thing with your husband." While Sunny cooled her heels in the
reception room, Barry and Jeanna made a small change to the contract.
Jeanna leaned back and gave Barry a glimpse of her stockinged leg. "I
heard that slut of yours likes to domme a girl after a fight. Is that
right?" Barry shifted uncomfortably, "Well, I guess. She did it once,
yes." Jeanna giggled, "I love that. How about we put a clause in the
contract that will let her have Heather after she beats her? I can do it
with no problem, have an amendment all typed as a matter of fact." She
pulled out a single-spaced typed sheet of paper and handed it to Barry
with a pen. "Just sign at the bottom, Heather's agent's already signed."
Barry looked at it quickly and raised his eyebrows. "Thirty minutes?
That's a long time isn't it? What if Sunny loses?" Jeanna looked
surprised, "You saying your woman's not good enough to beat a little
slip of a girl like Heather? You think she's a loser?" Barry bristled
indignantly. "Hell no! She'll beat that black cunt all around the ring
and I'm willing to put up $1000 to prove I believe it." Now it was
Jeanna's turn to look surprised but she quickly accepted the bet and hid
a smug grin as Barry signed the contract amendment.
After Barry and Sunny left her office, Jeanna pressed her intercom
button. "OK honey, you can come out now." The door to the next office
opened and Zara Whites walked in. She stopped and knelt at Jeanna's feet
with a big grin on her face, "Mistress. I heard everything. Thank you
for doing this for me. You do spoil me." Jeanna gestured for her to rise
and Zara sat on Jeanna's desk with her legs parted. As Jeanna ran her
hands between the grinning woman's open legs, Jeanna chuckled about
what had just happened. "They not only went for it, but Barry even had
the audacity to bet on her."
Zara shifted her hips as Jeanna worked her panties aside and pushed two
fingers into her pussy. "And you took it. But is Heather good enough,"
Zara sighed as she closed her eyes and leaned back. "Hmmmm," Jeanna
murmured as she shoved Zara's dress up and bent over her, "she knows
what to do and how to do it. Don't worry, you'll be avenged my darling.
Avenged, and then some." Zara reached up, wrapped her arms around
Jeanna's body and kissed her deeply. Zara giggled as she thought back to
what had happened between her and Sunny several months earlier.
The fight had taken place in a small show club in the mid-west.
Although Sunny had never boxed before, she knocked out the hapless Zara
in the second round. Sunny threw punches rapidly, wind-milling her arms
and landing from every angle. Zara, who had never boxed or even fought
much, had no idea of how to respond or to slow Sunny's onslaught. Poor
Zara got a bloody nose and a black eye in the first round and after
taking several hard blows in the second had gone out from a hard right
hand to her temple.
The club owner paid the actresses (who were on a dance/show tour at the
time) to keep the whole thing quiet since he had neither a state fight
promoters license, nor a city license for the club to hold matches.
Sunny had been pretty excited by her easy win, but when Zara recovered,
the promoter told Sunny she wasn't finished yet. He handed her a
strap-on dildo, "The winners do the losers babe, that's the rule here."
Sunny looked down at Zara who was sitting with her legs apart and
rubbing her head. "Did you know about this?" she asked. The groggy Zara
nodded and her mouth twisted in a little grin, "It's the only reason I
agreed to fight you, bitch. I wanted to fuck your tight little ass."
Hearing that, Sunny went crazy. In her porn movies, she never let
herself be fucked in the ass and she refused to do it to others. She
grabbed Zara's hair, pulled her to her feet and threw her over the top
rope of the small ring. Zara was still groggy and lay unresisting with
her firm ass high. Sunny pulled Zara's trunks down to her knees and
started to spank her firm ass as hard as she could. "Like to fool with
people's arse's do you? Well, how do you like this?" Zara's body shook
and jiggled in the ropes as the blonde slammed her palm angrily on
Zara's ass cheeks. Sunny was surprised by the sensation of power she
felt as she held Zara's hips and hit her over and over but even more
thrilling was the discovery that her "victim" was not only aroused by
Sunny's attack, but climaxed from it.
Later that night as they lay in bed after their usual hot, steamy sex,
Sunny told Barry how much she thought Zara had enjoyed her spanking for
she'd been writhing and wriggling happily. Sunny had also climaxed from
the highly emotional and arousing state she'd found herself in for it
was her first experience at "domination." It was interesting, Barry
thought, that both women had orgasms during the public tryst. In
response to his question, Sunny had admitted that she's been "very"
turned on by what had happened even though she'd never really gotten
into the domme/sub "thing" before. "I'd like to try it again sometime if
the circumstances were right, but that ass-fucking, yeeeeech, that's
disgusting."
FIGHT NIGHT
Finally it was fight time. Jeanna stood impatiently in Heather's corner
as Sunny came down the aisle with her husband. The tall slender blonde
was certainly attractive with her lightly tanned skin, long golden hair
and wearing the stupid red cape that Jeanna had argued against but which
now seemed sexy and provocative. It galled Jeanna to admit it, even to
herself, but it was true and as Sunny moved her body, the cape opened to
permit glimpses of the sequined, skin-tight red hot pants she wore. On
her feet were red boots that matched her cape and shorts. Clearly
nervous, Sunny only smiled once and then almost shyly, as a group of
drunken fans began to chant her name. She turned toward them and flexed
her arms, showing off sinewy muscles. That surprised Jeanna, since she
hadn't thought of Sunny as having muscles. She only remembered her from
their work together as a soft, spoiled star who needed to be taught a
lesson. She hoped her plan wasn't going to backfire.
Both actresses were nervous, but Jeanna knew it would give the scene a
realism neither could achieve with their limited acting talent. Barry
McKay appeared as himself in a cameo role as Sunny's husband who'd
pushed his wife into fighting to satisfy his own kink. Also in the film
was former G.L.O.W. and film veteran Tiffany Million playing a veteran
fighter who was at ringside to size up the new talent. With her was
another porn actress P.J. Sparxx, a rival of Sunny's and longtime friend
of Jeanna's who was there to step in should Sunny falter. Since Jeanna
insisted that all the fights to be "authentic," they'd be fighting for
real. Tiffany had wrestled, but never boxed. Even though Jeanna provided
Tiffany several weeks of intensive lessons so she would appear
believable she was visibly concerned.
Sunny stepped through the ropes and stood alone, waiting for Heather to
join her in the "squared circle." Jeanna could see that in spite her
outward calm Sunny was nervous. She was perspiring, but not just from
the hot lights needed for filming. She paced quickly as her cat-like
eyes darted from a large wall clock to the darkened door through which
Heather would enter and then back again. She alternated between flipping
open the robe to give the crowd peeks of her nearly nude figure and
pulling it tightly around her as if to protect her against some unseen
evil. Her fingernails are painted bright red to match her lipstick,
shorts, cape and shoes. A very pretty package she made as she stood
alone in the ring.
Just as she was about to complain to Jeanna about how long Heather was
taking, the lights dimmed and a single spotlight stabbed out into the
darkness. Loud rap music began to blare over the PA as a door opened and
Heather stepped into the arena. All eyes turned from Sunny to the
solitary figure in the darkness. As music rocked the room, a small,
tightly compact black body started confidently down the aisle toward the
ring. She did a few dance steps as she walked, shaking her tight ass and
her full breasts for the crowd as she moved provocatively like the
dancer she was.
Heather's beautiful black-coffee skin was covered with a thin sheen of
perspiration from her pre-fight warm-up and she wore only a tiny black
leather thong that made her look nude. The tiny black leather patch at
the front blended into her thick dark pussy hair and seemed to
disappear. Her firm breasts rose and fell with her excited breathing and
they jiggled provocatively with each purposeful stride. Her nipples were
hard and in the overhead light they cast dramatic shadows on her
breasts. The outfit was completed by high black boots with soft soles
that would enable her feet to grip the canvas ring surface. Sunny had a
thin smile on her lips for Heather seemed even smaller than she
remembered.
Sunny waited steely-eyed for her opponent. Heather's theatrical
entrance had taken the crowd's attention off her and the vain actress
didn't like it. In a dramatic move, she untied her hip length cape and
with a swirling motion cast it aside leaving her topless as well. She
stood there in red hot pants so tight and short that her plump little
butt cheeks were squeezed out the legs. She had a red ribbon in her hair
and wore elbow-length red gloves and boots. She looked so tall,
graceful, cocky and full of energy that she seemed nearly invincible.
Part of the audience saw the move and when Heather stepped through the
ropes and raised her hands over her head to acknowledge the cheers the
spotlight illuminated Sunny as well. She turned and cupped her small
breasts in both hands as offering them to her fans. They were much
smaller than Heather's but perfectly formed and her nipples were hard
with arousal at the prospect of battle. Then to show she had nothing to
hide, Sunny skinned down her hot pants to reveal a sequined red
g-string. She bent at the waist, turned her back to Heather, teasingly
stuck out her butt and spanked her butt cheeks with a little
*rat-a-tat-tat* using both hands. Then she looked directly at Heather
and with a little smirk said, "You're gonna be sorry you agreed to this.
You won't last four rounds you little black witch."
Heather reacted to Sunny's taunt immediately and bolted across the
ring. "Who you calling a bitch, you no-talent Aussie dyke?" A female
referee in black shorts and a striped top tied under her breasts tried
to stop them, but was too late. Sunny and Heather exchanged insults and
taunts and it was clear from her gestures that Heather was saying she'd
knock Sunny out. When the film was developed, microphones had picked up
some of Heather's words, "I'm gonna beat your blonde ass all over the
ring and then humiliate you in front of your husband and the FEW fans
you'll have left for what you said about me - calling me a nasty little
black bitch and all. I'm gonna make you apologize in front of everyone."
If Sunny was intimidated, it didn't show. They got in each others faces
and since neither had gloves on yet, their claws were bared. Each said
something, then Sunny slapped Heather. She responded with a slap and
shoved Sunny. The blonde reached for Heather's hair but just as she got
a grip on it, Heather grabbed Sunny's other arm by the wrist. The
referee stepped in to break it up as the fans roared their approval.
Sunny let go of Heather's hair and pushed the referee away but Heather
twisted her arm and forced Sunny up onto her toes, her face showing her
surprise and pain. The referee quickly ordered Heather to release her,
"You two are here to box, not wrestle. Let `er go or you'll forfeit the
fight and your money." Reluctantly, Heather let go and the women went
back to their respective corners.
As quickly as they separated, however, the referee called them back for
the instructions. When they met at ring center, Heather reached over and
slooooooooly ran a fingernail over Sunny's breast. Before Sunny realized
what was happening, Heather gave her hard nip a flick with her
fingernail. "Are you sure you wanna do this hon? I'm gonna love pounding
your little breasts flat." Sunny instinctively covered her breasts with
her hands as the ref chuckled in spite of herself. Heather wasn't gonna
take any shit from the woman she'd called, ". . . skinny white trash."
When Sunny's hands came up to protect her nipples, Heather jabbed her in
the stomach with her finger. The seemingly playful poke was really a
test of her abdominal fitness and muscle tone.
The women returned to their corners to get ready. Sunny was calm but
quiet and her face serious as Barry and the trainer laced on the gloves
Jeanna had chosen for the fight. Heather had a little grin that could
have passed for smug superiority on her full lips. If Sunny saw it, or
cared, her concern wasn't visible on her beautiful face. Her visage was
unruffled by the pre-fight squabbling and she looked confident and ready
as did her opponent. To look at them, one couldn't guess which was more
ready.
continued in Part 2........