To the winner the spoils

Boxing, I had been told, was about as manly a sport as you could do. And, after being a punching bag for the bigger kids at boarding school for a few years, I took it up. A teacher who was sick of seeing me with bruises on my face insisted I do it and I grew to really enjoy it. The novelty of fighting only one opponent who was the same size as me was quite enjoyable. It proved to be all I needed to get me out of a few tight spots over the years. Mostly, I suspect, because I actually bothered to hit back.

However, much though I'd like to be a towering muscle bound giant, I'm not. Even when I reached adulthood, I never made it past featherweight (under 132lbs). Solid muscle mind, but 130lb isn't Conan the barbarian, not by half.

I even flirted briefly with kick boxing and it was during one of these brief flirtations that I met a remarkable woman called Clare. She was at my local gym working out on a kick bag. She had all the moves, flaming red hair and a bit of extra puppy fat on her hips and thighs that she was obviously trying to work off.

I helped her change a tire after training one wet evening. Naturally, we ended up having coffee together and getting to know one another.

Clare was an army brat, her dad some famous general, and she had grown up on a series of army bases all over the world. When her dad last moved, she'd decided to stay behind and strike out on her own. I was an only child that had grown up in boarding school only seeing my mother on holidays (when she let me know how lucky I was for that small privilege).

There is a sort of camaraderie between neglected kids who've had to look out for themselves. Clare and I struck off really well and one thing led to another and we became partners. Bed partners and training partners.

She moved in to the apartment above my small engineering business and we put a coat of paint over twenty years of grime and neglect. We ripped out what passed for a bathroom and kitchen and replaced them as well. She proved to be adept with a wreckers bar, but not so good when it came to rebuilding. I'm an engineer and while I prefer working in steel, I can manage timber as well. We also put some training equipment in the loft so we had our own gym. Nothing fancy, just some free weights a punch bag, kick bag and chin-up bar. We couldn't afford the fancy weight machines and I reckon they're crap anyway. Free weights are the best way to build muscle.

I'd had decided to enter a boxing tournament and Clare offered to be my personal trainer and motivator. Years of army life watching more than one NCO beat new recruits into shape had taught her how to be a tough trainer. The tournament was pretty low key, sponsored by the local pub. And held in a nearby gym. We'd fight a series of fights on Friday or Saturday night over a period of a month. There was some prize money at stake, not much, but enough to attract four boxers. I am an engineer by trade and I know that boxing will never pay the bills. It is something I planned to do for a couple more years and then put aside. I did want a couple of trophies before I stopped though.

I placed second. We bought a new bed with the prize money. New sheets, lots of new pillows.

"You had him in the second round" Clare told me later that night in our new bed "and didn't finish him off. You lacked the killer instinct."

"Too much good sex", I joked, "I used up all my testosterone on you."

She went quiet at that point and we didn't talk about it again.

A few months rolled by and we got into a comfortable routine. Work, gym three times a week, sex every night. I was in heaven.

Clare got home one evening with a photocopied poster of another boxing tournament at our local gym. She nailed it to the wall of our home gym. She'd decided that I'd win it, or else!

We set to serious training, I had to lose a couple of pounds anyway because of all the good living we'd been doing. Clare had a "special plan" that was going to motivate me.

"First", she said, "you need to be able to take a harder body blow".

So I became her personal kick bag. I'd put on my head gear and athletic cup, she'd put on her shin pads and gloves and I'd hang from the chin-up bar while she pounded me. Despite the woman's rights movements success in many areas, they still haven't managed to learn how to punch. The first time up she tried just punching me and I teased her and asked when she was going to start. She put the shin pads on and preceded to work up a sweat kicking the crap out of me.

Sex was fantastic that night.

"Second", she said as we lay together in the afterglow of great sex, "you need to save up your testosterone. Sex will only happen after a fight and only if you win!"

"Oh come on baby", I started, "you can't be serious. That no sex before the fight thing was disproven years ago!"

"Maybe", she conceded, "but this is no sex unless you win. And I'm pretty sure that WILL work. Besides", she grinned, "when we do have sex, I'll make sure you get a whole weeks work in one go. All day long, swinging from the rafters, hot, sweaty, jungle monkey sex! It'll be worth it, I promise!"

The first fight was a week away, and true to her word, Clare wouldn't give me release. She led me on a few times and got me horny as a goat and then sent me upstairs to work off the frustration on the punch bag.

Being an army brat, Clare normally wore "practical" clothing. However on the big night, she looked amazing. Hotpants, boots and a tight lycra top with no bra and no nickers, all in black. I won in the first round. In my eagerness to get Clare home, I didn't shower and almost didn't pick up the prize money on the way out the door.

When we arrived home, I threw her over my shoulder and carried her up to our gym. I tossed her onto one of the training mats and tore off my boxing shorts and her hotpants. Sex was fast and hard and I didn't let up. Soon we were both sweating, Clare's body was arching under me and her finger nails were clawing down my back. I eventually rolled off Clare and we lay gasping on the floor. She pulled me close and brought her lips right up to me ear, she whispered, "tonight will be the best sex you've ever had".

Now, I've avoided describing our sex up to this point because it was always pretty vanilla, missionary position, a bit of oral, nothing really kinky. We wrestled a bit more than most couples but we both have fit hard bodies and compete in full contact sports so there was never any damage (or intent to damage). Nights were hot, we slept under a single sheet, It was fun, consensual, energetic, hot and wet.

Clare gently grabbed my penis and stood up from the mat, "come here punch bag" she said and led me by my penis to the chin up bar. She motioned for me to jump up and I did, hanging naked from the bar. "Give me fifty."

While I did my fifty chin-ups, she took off the rest of her clothes and put on her pads and gloves. She came back and seized my hard cock in her gloved hand. "Lift up" she said. I did. "Stop" she said when I was at a convenient height. She then proceeded to suck me until I couldn't hold myself in a raised chin-up position any longer. I dropped back to hanging and she looked at me with a devilish grin on her face. "I didn't say you could come down", she said and started to rain punches and kicks into my body, "get back up!" I'm not sure how long we were at it but I alternated between fantastic oral sex and burning arms and relaxed, recovering arms and brutal kicks in the ribs. I loved every second of it!

Eventually a fell gasping to the mat and couldn't rise. I'd fought a boxing match that night and even though it only went one round, there is no such thing as an easy boxing match!

Clare stepped astride me and raised her hands above her head. "The winner!" she cried. and lowered herself to sit on my chest, facing my feet. She slid her pussy back and forth on my sweaty chest. "No stopping now lover boy, we've only just started!" She moved her pussy above my face and grabbed me by the hair. "you know what to do" she said and gently ground her pussy into my face. Once I had started to eat her out she began talking.

"This is very hard for me as well", she said softly, "it isn't just you missing out on sex all week, I'm missing out too! I've been so horny that I haven't been able to concentrate."

I mumbled beneath her about how it was all her idea. She put her full weight on my face to shut me up. My nose hurt from where it had been hit earlier so I bit her gently. She lifted her weight a little and allowed me to resume. She absently started playing with one of my nipples. Her other hand strayed between her legs and one finger started to play with her clit.

My world just about exploded. Now I don't know about you, but until this point I'd never seen a woman pleasure herself before. Videos, internet, porn mags - yep they all do it. Real life, forget it. Never happened. Clare had never done anything like this before and it was so mind numbingly sexy I almost blew my load right then. She leaned forward and took me in her mouth, deep into her mouth. Her hand moved from my nipple the base of my penis. I was lapping at her like a thirsty dog drinking water. She started grinding herself into my face and I didn't care about my sore nose. She paused a few times and shuddered, her fingers working softly between her legs. Eventually I came and she kept sucking and sucking until I pulled her off, I was just too sensitive. We sat on the floor in each others arms rocking back and forth until she fell asleep and I carried her down to bed.

The following week was maddening. I botched two jobs at work and ended up not charging one of my big customers to retain his business. I'd dicked him around and he was right to be angry. My mind was elsewhere. Clare teased me relentlessly and I had an erection 24/7. She convinced me that it was unnecessary for her to miss out on sex so I pleasured her orally some nights. This made matters worse for me. I won the next fight and the sex was fantastic. It was in the shower and to this day I grin every time I have a shower.

In fact, the shower was my downfall. It was Friday morning, we hadn't had sex all week and I had been teased and teased and teased and was horny as hell. I'm not really in the habit of masturbating, but there I was, mid stroke, when Clare decided to join my in the shower. She was pissed off! I also learned that army brats can really swear when they put their mind to it.

"You cheating mother fucking bastard", she screamed at me, "get the fuck out of that shower now you fucking arsehole!"

I was shocked, we'd never had a real argument before. Not a yelling, shouting, screaming argument anyway. I got out of the shower, dripping on the floor.

"You fucking cheat, how dare you!" She started laying punches into my body and swinging roundhouses at my head. I soaked up a few on my arms and stepped in and hugged her to me. She tried kicking me a few times, ineffectively and went limp. I carried her sobbing to the bed.

"We had an agreement" she whispered as we lay together. I knew what she meant. We'd never said the words but there had been an understanding. She would get me so sexually worked over the course of a week that when I'd fight I'd be Suitably Motivated, then she would reward me. She got up and got dressed, not really looking at me. "I'll see you tonight, at the fight" she said on the way out. She finally met my eyes, "and you'd better bloody win."

I dressed and tried to put her from my mind. I went downstairs and lost myself in my work. I worked like a demon all day, phoned a few customers I'd been neglecting and apologized for not returning calls and finishing work for them. "A death in the family" I lied. It felt like it though.

Evening came, I packed my bag and went to the fight. Alone. Clare wasn't there to meet me but there was a note in the changing room. It just said "win - or else".

I dressed, warmed up, the sounds of other boxers doing the same all but blocked out. A friend, fighting a different bout tried to start a conversation with me. I brushed him off.

I got the call, "five minutes!" Into the ring. I looked around. There she was, dressed in a long khaki army jacket. She met my eyes, looking sad. I stared at my opponent. Waited. Noise around me. The bell rang. Then world went silent, the crowd was blocked out. The only noise was my own heart. Time slowed down and I walked towards him. This sack of meat in front of me stood between me and Clare. I destroyed him in two rounds and almost put him out of the ring twice. TKO. My body burned, my arms and shoulders ached with exertion.

I looked for her, she wasn't there. I ran the 2 miles home, weeping all the way, desperately hoping she'd be there. The light was on and when I opened the door I could hear the familiar thuds of the kick bag in full swing. I uttered silent prayers of thanks and stalked silently up the stairs.

Clare was working off an anger I'd never seen before. Her back was to me and she was slamming the kick-bag as hard as she could. Front kicks, side kicks, spinning kicks all from both legs. Her shirt was soaked and sweat dripped onto the floor. Each time she did a spinning kick, drips sprayed from her long red hair. I watched quietly from the doorway. She went on and on. Eventually she seized the bag with both arms and leaned sobbing against it.

"I won", I said from the doorway, my voice soft, like you'd use to calm a wild animal. She started slightly and pretended she hadn't. She didn't turn to face me, "I know" she replied. She turned and walked past me, I heard the shower running. I waited until she finished and took one myself.

Dinner was silent. The nights prize money sat on the table between us like a discarded medieval gauntlet. We retired to bed and I held her softly. I could hear sirens in the distance.

"Please talk to me", I whispered to her, "I feel dead inside, I can't bear this."

"We had a deal", she choked, "you broke it."

I lay awake all night eventually dropping off in the wee hours. I awoke to an empty bed.

She returned at lunch time, considerably brighter with a basket of food and bottle of wine. We had a light lunch and after relaxing in each others arms she suggested we go upstairs to our gym.

"Strip and get up" she said pointing to the chin-up bar. she started stripping and putting on her gloves and pads. I hesitated. Not for a moment did I believe she'd come around enough to repeat that most memorable after match reward of the previous month. I'd also just seen her work over the kick bag like never before. I knew who that kick bag was!

I complied.

She turned, slapping her gloved fists into her palms, grinning, "you're brave" she said. She started laying into me, just like old times, punches, kicks, working up a good sweat.

"I've had an idea", she started to explain, punctuating her sentence with a spinning kick. As you can't be trusted to keep your side of the bargain, you're going to wear a chastity belt. I almost fell off the bar. "You'll wear it all the time except when you fight. If you win, sex. If you lose, no sex. No exceptions. No playing with yourself. Do we have a deal?"

I dropped off the bar and collected a kick in the side of the head..

"Whoa there tiger", I started, holding my stinging ear "this morning I was a little silly, but there's no need to go getting medieval on me! Besides, where are you going to get a chastity belt from?"

She fetched it. It was a flimsy little thing made of plastic. I knew I could cut it off downstairs in a matter of minutes should I ever have the need to.

She held it beside my erect penis and grinned. "I'm not touching that today", you can go get rid of that yourself. I retired to the shower and finished what I'd started that morning. Clare watched and I felt like and idiot.

She locked it on. It wasn't particularly comfortable. Especially when she started to tease me, which she did all the time for the next week. I've never had fantasies about chastity belts. I hated it. One morning when I awoke Clare was teasing my nipple and rubbing herself between the legs. "Oh my god", she said, "I am so horny". She pushed me down between her legs, wiping her damp fingers in my hair. I was straining at the cage. Clare had flipped around so she could blow on me. She giggled and eventually started laughing. "Keep licking slave boy" she grinned at me when I paused. "If you lose tonight you'll be doing this all week!" She popped the end of the plastic cage in her mouth and started chewing, licking and sucking it. It felt good, but not good enough to actually bring me off. Tears of frustration ran down my face.

"Please!" I cried, "Please, please please..." she squeezed her beautiful thighs together, around my ears, grinding her wet sex into my face. I pried her off and ran to the shower, as I looked back she looked at me with wanton lust. Her fingers at work between her legs as she thrashed around on the bed. The water hit me and moments later she joined me in the shower. she put her arms around me from behind and whispered huskily in my ear. "Please win tonight, I really, really need you in me tonight, I can't stand another week like this!" I was so glad for the shower because she couldn't see I was crying with frustration.

I ran a few miles before lunch. We had a fantastic afternoon, walking through the park. Fed some birds and took my mind off sex, almost. That evening we went to the gym. She bandaged my hands, tied my gloves on and told me about my opponent. He was new in town, she'd gone to watch him train. He had a bunch of tattoos and had been in and out of prison. He was a nasty piece of work and when he was losing he fought dirty. He was Samoan and had a thick skull. It'd be a points decision unless he knocked me out. I had the reach on him, it would be a technical retreating fight.

It was the hardest fight I've ever fought. Clare had found a couple of friends who often judged the boxing and she'd asked them to keep count for her so she could keep me informed. We went the full five rounds, three minutes each. Everything was getting a bit blurry towards the end but when I sat down before the last round Clare climbed into the ring in front of me. She slapped my face a few times and made me look at her. "You're winning", she said, "keep him at range and keep doing what You're doing. Don't you dare give up. I think you've broken some of his ribs, work the body more."

I won the fight, but collapsed afterwards, they took me to hospital in an ambulance. The doctor said I couldn't fight for a month and I had to stay in overnight. I said there was a final in two weeks and I was going to fight. He said I should see him in ten days for some tests if that was my attitude and if I didn't show, he was going to phone the gym to say I wasn't up to it. We both knew if he did that they wouldn't let me fight.

I didn't stay the night and Clare was pale and silent as I checked myself out and we walked home. I slept through the next day and well into the evening. She brought me food and kept herself quietly busy nearby. She nursed me and although the next few days were a blur, I think I remember tears rolling down her face. I'd given her a fright.

There was no sign of my little plastic cage, but sex wasn't really in my mind. Monday came and I got up early and went for a run. It was raining heavily and when I got back I felt cleansed. Clare was on the phone talking to one of my customers. She winked at me as I came in and it sounded like she was flirting outrageously with the caller. I showered and dressed and came down to start some work. My body felt broken, both eyes were puffy, my lips were swollen. One of my ears was still ringing

I'm young, I heal fast. I'd never been this badly hurt before, but I was determined to bounce back. I knew my fitness could stand a few days off training and I knew I needed to rest my body. Some animal instinct took over and the instinct said to take it easy. I slept.

It may have been Wednesday or Thursday, I don't remember. She had my brother running the shop downstairs and I could hear the lathe working away. Clare threw a few things in a bag. She led me to my brothers car and took me out to the mountains. I don't know what she did there but she healed me. The fog finally lifted.

We were sitting beside a campfire, a tent and a lake, in each others arms and it was like my mind snapped back from outer space. She was talking about her childhood when she had been hiking with her dad and they'd come across a bear. It had chased them a little bit and terrified, they'd made it back to the cabin. Her father confided later he had never been that scared before. He was a decorated soldier and a general and she couldn't understand why. Friends had died in his arms in battle. He'd shot and killed men and been wounded several times. He'd explained it was because she was there. He wasn't worried about himself, just her. She finally understood.

"I'm back", I croaked, and I was. She wept and pulled me close.

I lay under the stars, Clare stood. We told each other our dreams and she slowly undressed. I watched the firelight play off her body. She kneeled over me and unbuttoned my shirt and trousers. My clothes slowly came off me each piece being carefully folded and put aside.

There is a certain amount of joy to be had in a truly lusty bout of hot hard sex, especially if you have been kept denied and teased for a few days. There is also a lot of joy to be had from slow soft loving sex, especially if your body is healing.

They're different, very different.

Our lips met softly and our bodies slowly pulled together. The air was cool and dry and it seemed strange not to be dripping with sweat. I felt her tongue probing my mouth softly. She slowly eased herself on top of me and began to rub her body as softly as a feather against me. She reached a hand down between us and softly squeezed my cock, slowly working it up and down, it felt like heaven. She moved herself up so I was just at her entrance. I could feel the warmth of her on the head of my penis and it felt fantastic. Her mouth was now on my ear. "Anything you want", she whispered slowly, "anything, anything at all, any fantasy you've ever had, I will do for you". Her hand pumped me slowly as she slid slowly down my stomach. "Oh god that feels good", she whispered as I entered her so very slowly. I lay on my back, it felt so good. She slowly started to rise again, my penis withdrawing, "If there is anything you've every wanted to do, but were to shy to ask", down again, the feeling was unearthly. Her lips still on my ear, her tongue flicked at the lobe. "You fought for me and I want to show you how much I am yours. Tell me your deepest darkest fantasy, I'll make it come true." She took me by both wrists and raised them above my head, pushing them against the ground. Her lips still at my ear, "would you like to tie me up?" she whispered, "or should I tie you up?". My mouth was dry. Her pussy felt red hot and my cock felt like it would explode any second. She pulled herself up again and my penis came out of her. She sat back down on it sandwiching it between her pussy and my stomach. She slid on it like a train on its track. Releasing my hands she pulled my head off the ground and pressed my face between her small breasts. She leaned backwards bending my body up, it changed from her pussy rubbing my cock to her arse sliding up and down along the length of my shaft. "Maybe...", she started huskily, "you'd like to try some forbidden ground".

I moaned softly. Clare never talked dirty. If I had ever, ever suggested anything like anal sex, I would be on the couch for a week. She was offering me wild fantasies and all the while giving me unbelievable pleasure at the same time. I felt my cock press against the entrance of her anus. She pulled my head back by the hair and I looked into her wild eyes.

Her hair glowed from the fire behind her and she pushed herself slowly against my cock. She gasped softly never taking her eyes off mine. I felt the sphincter slowly begin to open as she pushed the very tip of me inside her virgin arsehole.

"Or maybe...", she moved forward suddenly, my penis falling back to my stomach, her knees coming up and pinning my arms to the ground, "two girls?" She stood and walked closer to the fire, her back to me, she did that silly trick you do in school where you stand in the corner pretending to kiss someone and hugging yourself tightly. She moaned and clawed at her own back, pinched a nipple and squealed, tossing her head backwards at the same time. "You're quiet", she giggled. Then she ran down the hill and dove into the lake.

I flopped back onto the ground, groaning. My emotions were in turmoil. I had a raging erection and a girlfriend that was offering me amazing, wild, passionate, forbidden sex. I lay beside the fire for a while staring into the flames.

Eventually, I got up and followed her into the lake. It was cold and she was shivering when I got there. We held each other close up to our waists in cold water.

"Are you going to fight?" she asked, "or shall we quit while we're ahead?"

I thought about it for a while. I'd never been a quitter. I was one fight away from winning a trophy I really wanted. I wanted my name for all time on that trophy in my gym.

"Unless you forbid it", I started, "I'm going to fight".

We stood for a long time in the water, kissing gently and eventually she led my back to the fire. We were both shivering and our lips were blue. We dried each other off I sat beside the fire. Clare rummaged through the tent and came back with the chastity belt. I groaned and flopped down on the ground. "There's no point giving up on a winning plan!" she chuckled.

I protested briefly about not being given my last reward and she looked at me a little concerned and explained that we'd actually been at it like rabbits for the last couple of days.

We walked the hills for a few days and I returned to work. My brother dragged me into the workshop and we worked late into the night on all the things he'd promised that I hadn't delivered. He grabbed me by the jaw and looked me in the eyes and seeing I was actually understanding him again, said some emotional mush I'm not going to repeat here.

I recovered, I saw the doctor, he said I was doing well but he'd rather I didn't fight. I said If he let me fight the final, I'd hang up the gloves for six months. He made me write this down and sign it for him.

Two days out from the fight, Clare hung me up as her favorite kick-bag and laid into me. I ran ten miles and felt fantastic. Clare was teasing me without mercy and I was sure my poor cock would be bent for life when if finally left its cruel cage.

The day of the fight arrived and I awoke to a "caged blowjob". I moaned and threw Clare on the bed. I sat over her face with my balls hanging down and went 69 on her. She gently sucked my balls in turn as I licked her to a frenzy. Eventually, she thrashed and thrashed and rolled me onto my back and straddled me. She had my cage in her mouth and was blowing and licking it. She was biting the cage and I was weeping again with frustration.

She climaxed, got up from the bed, showered and kissed me as she left.

"Tonight", she said, "the big night. I'll see you at the gym". Have you ever noticed how some days fly by and some drag on for weeks? This day dragged on, and on, and on.

I met Clare at the gym, she looked hot. Electric green tighter than tight pants disappearing into black boots and a little black T shirt with the words"... to the winner go the spoils ..." printed from one nipple to the other in tiny green letters.

I had a lot of friends there tonight and I was fired up. Clare coached me in the dressing room. Another tough fight, this time a lanky white guy. He'd won so far on points and I needed to knock him out.

I tried so hard to knock him out again and again I closed, and again and again I ran onto his fists. I closed a couple of time and knocked him down but he was a canny fighter and he knew when to stay down for a little bit and when to get up.

The bell for the end off the forth round rang and I sat in my corner, gasping for breath. I was sore and tired. Clare climbed up in front of me. "Hey champ", she grinned, "I guess you know you're not winning". I nodded. She leaned close and whispered in my ear. "See that hot chick there in red?" I did, I nodded. She pointed a thumb over her shoulder at my opponent. "His girl". I nodded. "We have a bet, her and I", her mouth came closer. "If he wins, I'm going home with them for a threesome. If you win, she'll come home with us".

I gagged. This fight was lost. I'd lost Clare.

"Just knock him out!" she yelled at me, "How bloody hard can that be?"

I pulled myself together, wiped my face, stood, started bouncing, snapping my head from side to side. My opponent stared at me I stared back at him. We locked eyes and we both knew that whoever blinked would lose the fight. I started at him and he stared back I saw the sweat collect on his face. Saw it collect and grinned as it trickled into his eye. His eye was trying to blink but he wouldn't let it. Mine were trying to blink but I told them - blink and you lose her - blink and I will poke you out with my thumb.

He blinked, I threw up my hands in victory and he turned away in disgust.

The bell sounded and I destroyed him. My friends carried me from the ring on their shoulders and they carried him from the ring in a stretcher. Clare was in the changing room and we locked everybody else out. She was in my arms, my mouth on her neck, I pushed her against the wall and started to maul her like an animal. "Wait", she said, "wait 'til we get home. Go and celebrate with the boys. Do the talking stuff. Get the trophy. I'll wait for you at home".

I did. I sat down and had a cold beer with the owner of the gym. We watched another fight. "Good girl that Clare", he commented, "puts a bit of fire in your belly, eh?" I nodded, grinned. "You wanna put a ring on her finger" he suggested as he handed over the envelope of prize money. I nodded. "Now get home to her and get some!" he thumped me on the shoulder. I walked slowly from the gym, another fight was happening and as I turned to watch it, a notice on the pin board caught my eye. I read it, chuckled, pulled it down, folded it and put it in my pocket. I grinned all the way home.

I could hear Clare pounding the leather when I arrived. I walked quietly up to our gym and watched her. She had lost all the puppy fat she'd had when we met, she was lean and muscled. She spun and delivered a vicious back kick into the bag, jerking it back and up. She caught sight of me as she spun but continued kicking and punching.

"I told you a little lie before" she said, continuing to punch the bag.

"I figured that out on the way home", I told her, "the threesome thing, I assume..."

She was blushing now, something she did rarely. "You looked like you could do with some help in there and it was the only thing I could think of. I'd never really do that", she stopped and walked over to me. "Bet myself to someone I mean, I still owe you the fantasy though", she grinned.

I moved over to the wall and took a piece of folder paper from my pocket. "Oh, I figured out what I wanted there" I said slowly as I flattened it out and nailed it to the wall. Clare came over and read it over my shoulder.

Woman's Kick Boxing Tournament - Starts 1st February - Enquire within

She grinned and dragged me to chin-up bar. "Looks like I'm going to need a bit of extra practice then", she said slapping my bum, "you know the drill".

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