Todd gave the gym a miss for a few weeks. He lived like a hermit, determined not to get into any more trouble where he ended up humiliated. But after about a month, he got bored. He used to like having a coffee, sitting by the window in the upstairs cafe, slyly watching the young women going through their routines below. No doubt about it, that gym had the loveliest-looking women. Surely, he couldn’t get into any more trouble if he just sat somewhere discreet?

No, you can’t exist by yourself for too long, he reasoned, as he set off to the gym. He decided to ignore Diane, the receptionist, who had been getting more and more insolent towards him recently. She was enrolling two young women as members when he got there (nice-looking too, both of them), so with a bit of luck she wouldn’t even see him go past. But there was no such luck.

"Hiya Toddy, baby!" she called out to him, making the girls turn round and look. "Lost any more fights to girls lately?"

No, that was too bad. That was two more young women he wouldn’t stand a chance with. Instead, they were sniggering at him. One even asked if she could be next to take him on. He waited just out of view till they had gone, and then decided to go and speak to Diane.

Just look at her, he thought. True, she was very attractive, but didn’t she know it, just! Sitting there at her desk, in her receptionist’s skirt and top, with her legs crossed, filing her nails! She wore "cheeky girl"-style thigh-length stripy socks too. My, how they suited her personality, thought Todd. She looked up and saw him, then looked back down at her "work" again.

"You shouldn’t speak to me the way you do," he complained to her.

"Umm?" she asked, still concentrating on her nails.

"Look, I’m a member here, and you’re an employee. I pay your wages."

"And?"

"And you need to show me a bit of courtesy."

"But that’s the thing, I don’t need to," she retorted, still not looking at him, which made him furious.

"What do you mean?" he shouted.

"I’ve been told I can be as rude as I like to you."

"Who by?" he thundered.

"Oh, Siren, Kimiko, Suma, Malaya, Promise, Nakano …"

"Bitches, the lot of them!" he yelled.

"Well, you’ll just have to take it up with them, or" – she looked at him for the first time – "we can settle it now, in the ring."

"Yes, that’s exactly what we’ll do. Come on, bitch!"

Diane wasn’t like those other women she had named, who all trained hard in the gym and knew how to fight. No, she went there to file her nails and make up her face. He should be able to win this time, he thought, facing her in the ring, and trying hard not to be distracted by her fabulous body in her tight-fitting leotard. 

But she knew her man. She sensed rightly that, deep down, he was scared of women, which he masked by a superficial aggression, or ridiculous jokes. So she chose a leotard which, anywhere else, she would not have been allowed to wear. It was made of a thin dark gauze, which was so revealing of her most intimate body parts as to be almost pointless. Yes, a bra did cover her breasts underneath it; but there was no such aid to modesty anywhere else. Todd privately found it disconcerting. The "cheeky girl" socks, and trainers matching their stripes, rounded off her rebellious appearance. 

"Come on, off with them," Diane ordered him, pointing at his shorts once they were in the ring. "You know the rules."

"I don’t have to do that," Todd protested. You’re not a member of the gym."

"I’ll tell Siren if you don’t," she warned.

"I’ll tell Siren,’" he mimicked, putting on a babyish voice, but taking his shorts off all the same. When Diane laughed, and made a "tiny dick" gesture, he threatened dire retribution, at which she laughed even more. Others joined in.

"What are they doing here?" demanded Todd.

"They’re guests of mine I just sent a message to. They came to see me beat you up."

"You can’t beat me up, you’re only a receptionist!" he shouted, throwing a left at her.

"Missed," she responded, ducking out of the way.

"And again," she mocked, swerving his right fist.

"Show him how it’s done, Diane," called one of the ladies watching, as she dodged Todd’s third attempt to hit her.

"Okay," she replied, catching his jaw smartly with her left.

Surprised, Todd twisted round in its path, so she got him in the same place with her right. "Damn," he thought, trying not to show his pain, "where did she learn that?"

He was soon to discover that she had learnt a lot more than that, as she cracked him under the chin with a crisp left uppercut. Shit, that was 3 times she had hit him. He must counterattack, so he prepared a massive, match-winning left – but she got in first, with a successive, right, uppercut. It knocked him backwards, so that his all-conquering left cross did nothing more than alter the flight path of a passing fly.

"Come here," snarled Diane, grabbing his neck and pulling him down hard into the knee that she thrust into his chest. The muffled sound of the blow afforded by her sock belied the severity of it. As Todd’s chest raged, she kept her left arm round his neck and headlocked him, bending him forward and alternately clawing his face and tweaking his nose. 

"She’ll bring him down next," whispered one of the girls to her neighbour.

"How do you know?"

"I’ve seen her fight dozens of times. See, what did I tell you?" she nodded approvingly as Diane grabbed Todd’s head with both hands while kicking him behind his right knee. 

He fell back into her, and she moved down with him, sitting on the mat behind him. Wrapping her arms around his face in a sleeper, she crossed her legs in front of him and tormented his cock with her right trainer, rubbing it against her left calf. What with the excitement of the fight, and the fact that this typically "naughty girl" young woman of 20 was dominating him, he became instantly erect, then came.

"I knew you’d cum prematurely," she whispered in his ear behind him, before stretching back and kicking him in the small of the back when he tried to get up. 

What a bitch, Todd thought bitterly, as she mocked his efforts to get up, asking him where it hurt the most.  What an out-and-out bitch, he concluded, raising his fists and longing to knock that infuriating smile off her face. That’s all it would take – one punch. Go on Todd, you can do it!

No, he couldn’t. Diane expertly blocked the right cross intended to remove her smile, then swung herself out of the way of a similar left offering, so that it soared over her shoulder.

Todd was making a fool of himself; or rather, Diane was making a fool out of him. The more effort he put into trying to hit her, the more the partisan spectators jeered. They laughed when she batted away another attempted right; they cheered when a left aimed at the body almost made him overbalance following yet another miss. 

He had almost exhausted himself for no gain whatever by the time Diane responded. Pivoting on her left foot, she swivelled 180 degrees away from him, and hook kicked the back of his head, just behind his left ear. With his head throbbing, he stumbled, so she banged her right fist into his left temple. 

Todd’s eyes glazed over with these successive blows to the head. He struggled to think straight, and felt he needed to splash cold water on his face to clear his mind. Unfortunately for him, he got a hot fist instead, on his chin. Using excellent footwork, to give herself perfect balance and poise to deliver the most powerful punch in her armoury, Diane got him with a rising left cross, which had him in disarray. 

"Doesn’t she look sexy when she fights?" one of the girls whispered to her neighbour. I mean, look at that arse!"

"I know, I’m really envious!" her friend agreed.

Diane uppercut into Todd’s chest with her right, her fist making a sickening hollow sound as it landed. She seemed to like it well enough though, smiling as she grabbed his left wrist while plunging her left fist deep into his stomach. 

She punched him in the face again. A rising left clearly seemed to be a favoured one of hers, and why not? As it struck home, mouth and nose to the left side, it made a smacking noise, such as you get in those old cowboy films when they have bar fights (usually just before a rickety banister collapses when an antagonist falls into it). There was nothing quite as dramatic here, although the series of convoluted expressions on Todd’s face was a drama in itself.

"About time!" one of the girls commented, licking her lips as Diane swung a vicious kick into Todd’s balls. He cried out and froze on the spot, looking up as if begging for Divine intervention, before lurching forward and clutching his wounded balls. 

Diane headlocked him and slammed her left knee into his chest, catching the very spot she had only recently hit. Her right knee joined in the merrymaking, this time into his stomach – again, which she had already hit, piling pain onto pain. 

Tears welled up in Todd’s eyes as the "naughty girl" punched him on the nose once more, dead centre this time. The girls’ phones seemed to buzz as they took pictures from all angles. Afterwards they would argue as to who had the best picture. Those from behind Todd pointed out they caught Diane’s pretty, smiling face and wavy hair as her fist struck home. Those behind her pointed to her delightfully curvy, slightly wobbly bottom, while those at angles highlighted the exquisite outline of her medium-sized breasts. I’m not getting involved, you can take your pick.

A glorious straight right from Diane raced into Todd’s left ear, temporarily deafening him, before sound went all "foggy" in that ear. She seemed to be building up momentum. It was as if she realised there was work to be done. Her smile gave way to a look of concentration as her left fist slapped into his right eye, blackening it.

"Now blacken the other one!" called one of the girls.

"Okay then," she answered, obliging with her right fist and leaning beautifully into the punch, while pushing her bottom out for the benefit of cameras. Her smile returned, possibly realising how those pictures were going to turn out. 

"Oh, God!" groaned Todd, as Diane’s left fist drummed into him, mid-stomach. He was a sorry sight: his face a picture of suffering, complete with two glowing black eyes, as he slumped down and forward, trying to absorb this latest pain. 

Diane was merciless with her punches. She knew where she had caused the most pain, and she would return to the same place while it was still raw. So she got him in the left ear again, frowning with concentration as before, calculating how much more he could endure. Todd wondered the same thing, nearly falling over with the force of the blow, and dizzy from the harm it had done to his balance.

As he stooped and staggered, she swept her left fist in at his right cheekbone, sliding to get him at the perfect angle. Once again, Todd cried out. Some of the girls began to exchange glances, wondering if they should intervene. Oh, certainly it was fun to watch; but they didn’t want it to end up as a hospital job, with perhaps even the police getting involved. But at the same time, none of them wanted to be the one to tell Diane to stop, with her in her present mood.

Todd geared himself up for a huge left again. If he had been too slow before, he wasn’t anywhere near this time, and she angled an uppercut into his chin, which made his attempted punch look ridiculous. 

His next one appeared even worse, because he was actually looking away from it. It was probably just as well for him that it missed, because Diane’s breasts were the closest part of her body to it. Who knows what fury it would have unleashed if it had hit? She seemed to fold her body out of its way, while responding with a solid left, which caught Todd’s high cheekbone from the side. 

Diane’s right fist dug into Todd’s tortured chest once more, in what was one of her cruellest attacks (apart from the kick to the balls). His chest had been hit by her knees and her fists several times already, and he wailed in agonised despair as her trusty fist struck home again.   

In a punch that was neither left cross nor left hook (but very effective, none the less), Diane curved her fist mercilessly into Todd’s right ear. Good, she thought. She’d got his left ear twice, and this blow to his right ought to wreck his hearing and balance for the rest of the day.

Tasting victory now, she let him have her right fist full on the jaw, while he was still lurching about after that blow to the ear. Forgetting their recent misgivings, the girls were now cheering her on. Her punch very nearly put him down, and he performed a series of back pedals which somehow enabled him to stay on his feet. 

Diane jumped at her opponent, jamming her right knee into his balls while clawing his face. The gym echoed with Todd’s full-throated roar of pain a split second after her knee made a sort of squelching sound when it met his balls.

They landed, woman on top of man, with her knee still up hard against his balls. She ground it in and around, extracting yet more yells from her victim. With her face very close to Todd’s, the girls were aware that she spoke to him, but they couldn’t catch what it was. However, his imploring replies of "YES!" and "PLEASE!" betrayed the fact that it was a demand that he acknowledge defeat.

Diane brought her foot up ominously to his balls, before kneeling on his chest with one knee (as if she hadn’t done enough to it already). Her right foot pinned his left hand to the mat, while her left tortured his balls still more. Then she moved up his body. He sensed what would happen next, and – yes – she sat on his face.

"Wank!" she demanded of Todd while he pleasured her. He obeyed, eager to submit to any humiliation if it would end his ordeal. 

They both climaxed quickly, after the intense excitement of the fight. Diane, calm once more and flushed with victory, stood and posed over him. "Not bad, considering I’m ‘only a receptionist’", she commented, before sweeping round and walking out of the ring. 

*****

Todd lay where he was for some time, preferring not to move, but to come to terms with his injuries. Eventually, he got up painfully, left the ring and retrieved his shorts. It was painful to walk after the blows he had received to his body, not to mention his balls. Also, his balance was all shot away, from the punches he had taken to the ears. He caught sight of his face in a mirror, and it was a mess – all bruised, and with two ugly black eyes.

He reached the reception area, looking as if he was sleep walking, so unsteady was he on his feet. There was Diane at her desk, looking all neat and receptionist, back in her skirt and top, repairing her lipstick this time. She looked up when he staggered towards her and gave him the sweetest smile.

"Thank you for visiting us today, sir, please call again soon!" she sang out charmingly as he stumbled past her.

"Fuck off," muttered Todd, once he was safely out of earshot.