"Matt! Come in, come in! Take a seat. How are you?" Todd boomed.

"Not so bad, thanks Todd. And you?" Matt asked, trying not to look at Todd’s face.

"I’ve got this blasted eye infection," he answered him, "and the optician says I have to wear these until it clears up," he finished, indicating the dark glasses he was wearing. "The fact is, you know Huo?"

"I, er …"

"Wears her hair in pig tails. Lovely tits and arse."

"Yes, I know her," Matt tried not to go red, because he fancied her like mad.

"Yes, well she’s been with us for a year, and she thinks she deserves a pay rise. 10k, I ask you!"

"I’m sorry, but isn’t that between you and her?"

"Of course, but I want you to represent me."

"I don’t follow."

"Well, you know how the women here want to fight for a promotion or a pay rise?"

"I have heard, yes," Matt answered suspiciously, guessing where the conversation was heading.

"Well, normally I’d do it myself, of course, but I can’t with this eye infection. So I thought, ‘Who better than to stand in for me but the old reliable trooper, Matt?’"

"But – have you seen her fight?" Matt now went pale at the thought of it. "She’s like a tornado!"

"Every tornado burns itself out eventually. Wear her out m’boy! Tactics, tactics. Okay? It’s this afternoon at the hilltop ring."

"This eye infection," Matt said as he held the door open on his way out, "does it have a medical name?"

"It’s got some Latin name that I can’t pronounce," Todd answered.

"Yeah, and it’s got an English name too," Matt thought grimly, shutting the door behind him, "Bullshit."

*****

Matt was right to be apprehensive. Huo was waiting for him in the ring, casually leaning on the top rope in her corner, smiling almost lazily. She loved fighting, he had heard. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she had asked for the rise as an excuse for having a fight. She was dressed in a delicate light blue leotard with matching boots, just right for her gentle Oriental features. It clung enticingly around her lovely breasts, and was cut sparingly, so it showed off the exquisite curves of her rear view. She also wore her trademark pigtails, in the same colour. By contrast, he had to go naked.

She gave Matt a few moments to collect himself and get his breath back after the trek up the hill, then sauntered to the middle of the ring to meet him. They adopted a fighting stance and circled. Huo thought Matt would go dizzy before he made a move, so she contemptuously shoved him, to show her disdain for her opponent (and probably men in general).

When he stopped staggering, she punched him crisply in his right eye, literally making her mark from the outset. There was only one thing more satisfying than giving a man a black eye, she thought, and that was to give him two black eyes, so she swung a right hook into the other eye. There you are, nice job!

Matt was instinctively a defensive sort of person, so he tried a clinch. Perhaps if he had been quicker about it, it might have worked. As it was, he hesitated to get a hold of this formidable, shapely opponent, and she punished his hesitation with her right knee into his chest. As she did it, she pulled him down into the blow by his neck, to give it greater purchase. 

Matt backed off, clutching his scorching chest and presenting Huo with the wide-open target of his face. He was unwittingly offering her a free shot. She didn’t exactly say, "Thank you very much," but she showed her "gratitude" by blasting his chin with a right cross. The sound of her punch echoed around the natural arena that the surrounding hills provided, while Matt met mat.

Not one to hold back, Huo sprang onto her opponent. She guessed he didn’t want to be there, and was only standing in for Todd, so her tactic was to demoralise him. She grappled him onto his front. In a whisper not caught by the footage, she asked in his ear:

"What would you normally be doing now?"

"Sitting in the nice warm office, trying to impress Michelle," he answered truthfully.

"Ah yes, Michelle, the blonde with the big boobs. That’s probably why Todd wanted you up here with me, so he could have her to himself." 

"Bastard!"

"So why aren’t you on my side?"

"Because you don’t pay my wages."

"Good answer. Sorry to do this to you …"

"Aaaggghhhh!" Matt howled as she snapped his right arm into a chicken wing. He roared even louder when it was both his arms.

"Submit," Huo demanded.

Remembering those wages Todd paid him, Matt hesitated.

Again, Huo spoke softly into his ear, "I’m running out of patience," before insisting, "Submit," a second time.

Believing her, Matt shouted to the hills: "I submit!"

Well, that was easy! Huo straddled his neck and flexed in triumph, her gorgeous breasts rising and falling with her quickened, excited, breathing. Excited as much by the prospect of more pay than anything else – and why not? She got up and posed over him, but it was more for the sake of it than anything else. She had something on her mind. It wasn’t long in coming out:

"Double or quits challenge," she told Matt once he had got up. It was to be boxing (gloves always available nearby). Well, Todd left him to represent him, what was he supposed to do? He agreed, and she graciously gave him 30 minutes before their next encounter.

Matt’s spirits sank even lower watching her prepare to box in her corner. She went through an elaborate warmup routine, working every inch of her supple body. On the other hand, while his morale plummeted, his desire grew as she resembled a pole dancer going through her routine. He would have paid a lot of money to watch the same thing in some seedy club.

Having both depressed and aroused him in equal, contradictory measures, Huo met him in the middle to touch gloves. They adopted a fighting stance, and for once Matt tried to be unpredictable. He struck boldly with his left. It deserved to work, it really did. But it didn’t. Huo neatly slipped to its side, then planted her left glove in his right eye. It was doubly painful, because it was still sensitive from being blackened.

The gentle Oriental lady punched Matt on the chin. It was a bullet of a right cross, and it put him in limited retreat. She changed his direction of travel by 45 degrees with a left hook. To an onlooker, it would have been comical: woman hits man, man moves backwards; woman hits man, man spins to the side. It wasn’t comical for Matt, though. She had caught him on the side of the nose, and the skin started swelling and throbbing.

Before he had stopped moving, and before he could make any attempt at counterattack, Huo sent him round further with a clever, cheeky left under his arm, bang on the jaw. She edged to the other side to meet him with a right uppercut in at his chest. It hunched him up as he tried to ease the burning pain that fanned out from his chest.

Huo didn’t really like men. One reason Matt was reluctant to fight her was that he knew that whenever she got into a fight with a man, sooner or later, she would attack his balls. Sure enough, up came her right knee into his naked, vulnerable manhood. In a skilful display of street fighting, she hammered his chin with a left cross, in perfect synchronisation with her knee.

He landed heavily on the mat, groaning from his aching balls. Huo was delighted. She raised her arms aloft, then abruptly ordered him to get up and fight. Better do as the lady says, Matt!

He wisely obeyed and raised his gloves. She was already in place for what was, in effect, the second round. The celebrating had gone and she had an ominous look in her eyes. She wanted that extra money, and it was only the unfortunate Matt standing in the way of it. 

Huo hammered her left glove into his flabby stomach. He led a sedentary life, with very little exercise, so when a super fit woman like Huo decided to punch him in the stomach, it was very difficult to withstand. It was almost as bad as the knee to the balls – almost. His head dropped and he looked dazed, as if he’d taken one to the head rather than the stomach. 

Perhaps it gave her an idea, because she now gave him a belter of a right hook to the jaw. Matt’s senses seemed to go dull. It felt as if his whole body vibrated when her glove struck. 

Close to panic, he swung a left hook at her. She nipped to her side to avoid it, and it passed over her left shoulder; but she seemed affronted that he should even try to hit back. Wasn’t that the idea of a match?

Furious, she blasted his jaw with an in-swinging right uppercut (the same tender jaw she had hit about 2 minutes earlier). Undeterred, Matt fired a right cross, but she was underneath it before he had finished executing it. Indeed, he saw it was hopeless, but it was too late to adjust, because he had already thrown his body into it, like a football striker who knows he’s missed the goal from the moment he kicks the ball.

He overreached dangerously, and Huo punished his error mercilessly. Starting from the ideal position crouching underneath him, she unleashed a left uppercut that decided the issue (along with her salary). Matt’s glove went up to this latest would she had inflicted, before his vision blurred and he dropped to the mat, temporarily oblivious of his surroundings. 

Huo celebrated ecstatically. Of course, winning a fight always felt good, especially when it was against a man. But securing a very big pay rise felt equally good, partly because she didn’t like Todd.

Unlike most of the ladies who somehow end up in a mixed fight in these circumstances, she was economical with the commentary when she counted Matt out, leaving it to a simple, "9 and 10, Matt is out".

She posed over him in various attitudes until he regained consciousness. Then she fetched a strap on. Hang on, thought Matt, Todd never said anything about that. Bastard, he must have known! Still, what was he to do? He was in no state to contest it. Huo wanted him to take it in his mouth, and he realised he had no choice but to oblige. "What the -?" he thought, when she seemed to have an orgasm over a bit of plastic. 

But that wasn’t the worst of it. She made him lie on his front and take it in the worst place imaginable, the warped woman seeming to reach another orgasm. When she stood up, Matt got up as far as his knees, but she pushed him back down with her foot.

Then she straddle pinned him, schoolgirl-style, pinning his arms above his head. Dropping down so she was able to tease him with her breasts prodding his chest, she whispered in his ear (again, not recorded in the footage), "Do you want to get your revenge on Todd?" He croaked assent.

"Good," she purred. "Michelle, the blonde with the big boobs, is a good fighter with a short temper. It should be easy enough to get her into a fight with Todd."

Despite everything he had endured, Matt chuckled at this idea of revenge. The two of them seemed to have reached a strange alliance. 

But to the matter in hand. Huo insisted on the usual ritual and straddled his face, instructing him to admit "total defeat". He readily did, telling her she had beaten him up. So she posed and flexed some more, with the strap on hideously bumping against his face. 

Talking of "the matter in hand", Huo abruptly turned round into a reverse face-sit and set her hand to work on Matt’s cock. Well, he’d had an eventful day, and she soon brought him to climax. That done, she celebrated again, standing and flexing over him, while he wondered if he would ever feel as strong as he did before he walked up the hill to the ring.