"Are you doing anything over the weekend, Jessica? Todd asked her during a quiet spell at work.

"Urgh, yes," she replied. I’m playing golf on Saturday."

"I didn’t know you played golf," he told her. 

"Oh, yes," she went on. "I’m the ladies’ captain. But I’m not looking forward to Saturday’s match. I’ll be playing the men’s captain, Angus, and we don’t get on. I’m trying to get the women to play in a cup tournament, and he opposes it. There’s a vote coming up on it. He says we put the men off their game. When a man’s about to play his shot, he claims we distract him by showing a bit of leg or boob or bum. What nonsense! We’re far too professional for that. (Anyway, we don’t do it much.) What are you doing over the weekend?"

"I might go to the gym," he answered vaguely, unsure about it.

"What’s it like, that gym? I’ve been wondering about joining it."

Ah. That was a tricky one. Todd liked Jessica, and he didn’t want her to find out about his numerous disastrous escapades there.

"Well," he began carefully, "it’s a bit of a strange gym."

"In what way?"

"Well, they have a boxing/wrestling ring …"

"Nothing unusual in that."

"No, but they have CFNM matches in it."

"What’s CFNM?"

His face blazed in embarrassment. He couldn’t even look at her as he answered, "It stands for ‘clothed female, naked male’."

"Wow! Sounds like fun! I bet you take part in it, you bad boy!" she laughed.

"Oh no," he lied. "I only use that gym because it’s the nearest."

"Well, you could always come and watch my match if you want, as my guest," she offered. "Give me a ring if you fancy it." 

So Todd found himself sitting in his car on a track that marked the boundary of the golf course. It was an ideal spot to view them teeing off. Jessica was wearing the most striking red-brown leotard, matching her hair. In the office, she dressed modestly. But there was nothing modest about that leotard! Its star attraction had to be the two large breasts it did very little to hide, with prominent, big nipples. But then when she turned round, he realised the star attraction had a rival, because the leotard nipped in urgently at the waist, then blossomed out to show off her magnificent round bottom. 

Todd noticed Angus looking at her with distaste. But he couldn’t really say much, because he was only wearing shorts. Altogether, it was a rather eccentric golf club.

Jessica looked great, teeing off. She stood with perfect poise, rehearsed the stroke, then brought her arms back and drove the ball massively. Todd gulped at her obvious strength, and the three of them craned their necks to follow the ball’s path.

"Damn!" Todd heard Jessica exclaim through the car’s open window. "Stone in my boot," she explained, as Angus was in mid-drive. She bent down and hopped about, pointing her spectacular rear view at him while he was swinging his club back. He glanced at her, then missed the ball.

"This happens every fucking time!" he shouted at her.

"What does?" she asked innocently.

"Every time, you women distract us. You were literally waving your arse at me!"

"You shouldn’t have been looking."

"This is the fucking limit!" he thundered, throwing his club at her. She dodged it, but reacted furiously:

"What a puerile thing to do!" Todd saw her clench her fists.

"Yeah?" he asked, clenching his, "whereas thrusting your arse in the air when I’m about to play a shot is the height of sophistication, I suppose!"

They approached each other, fists raised, and Todd wondered if he should intervene. Jessica was a colleague, after all. On the other hand, he was only a visitor and they might both tell him to mind his own business. So he did nothing. 

They circled, glaring at each other, then Angus jabbed with his left and Jessica deflected it with her elbow. Frustrated, he threw a right cross, which she evaded by sliding to her side. Continuing her slide enabled her both to escape a left cross and to get in a sly, stinging punch at his kidney. Todd noticed Angus wince as her fist struck home. 

The fight grew more intense after that first contact. Angus hurled a right cross that passed over Jessica’s left shoulder as she seemed to flick her body to the side. A similar attempt with his left swept to the side of her left shoulder. Following through, he badly over-stretched, so she punished his mistake by cracking him on the left ear with her right fist. She had now got in two telling punches to sensitive places, and it excited Todd to speculate where she had learnt such skill.

He groaned at the power and beauty of her next punch. Taking advantage of the fact that she had partially disorientated Angus with that blow to the ear, she had time to prepare her next one: a textbook left cross to the chin. Todd heard the thud as her fist landed, and he goggled at her breasts, wobbling furiously with the vibration of the blow.  For his part, Angus grunted in pain and staggered back with the strength of her strike, just managing to avoid falling onto his back.  

As he was in retreat, Jessica pummelled his jaw with her right. Todd shifted in the car seat, relieved that he was pretty much invisible to the two pugilists. It was his first time as a spectator of a male-female fight, and he found it stimulating.

He got a rear view of her next attack: a huge left hook. In the background, Angus bent over backwards, staggering to stay on his feet; in the foreground, Jessica’s fist swept round in a mighty arc, while her buttocks wobbled merrily to the rhythm of her punch. 

Springing from her left foot, Jessica caught Angus full on the face with a flying right cross, which tumbled him onto his back. He lay temporarily stunned by it, while his buxom adversary knelt down and pulled his shorts off.

"It’s CFNM time!" Jessica cried exultantly, before exclaiming that he had a defeat boner already. (She’s caught on to that quickly enough, thought Todd.) 

Angus felt his damaged face. Todd could see and sense the shame he felt at having been downed by a woman. He got up, muttering all kinds of vengeance at her. For her part, she looked back hard at him, hands on hips, and told him, well, she was only standing there, what was he waiting for? But the three of them knew why – he was scared. Jessica even laughed at the growling, snarling (yet hesitating) man.

She raised her fists, inviting him to attack, and he responded with a botched body shot, obviously aimed at her breasts. Oh well, she thought, if he’s going to try that, it’s open season! One glossy red boot slapped into his balls. Angus wailed in pain, stooping and clutching his wounded manhood.

"Oh dear!" Jessica mocked. "Have you damaged your club? Or is it your ball bag?" 

When he straightened up, she clocked him on the nose, making his eyes water. It seemed to delight her when her hard fist struck home, as if she was thinking, "I haven’t had a decent fight for ages!"

Jessica fired a quick right-left combo into his stomach, the left one so low that she caught the top of his erect cock as well. Angus’s eyes closed and he groaned in misery. Despairingly, he lunged with his right, seeming to aim for the breasts again. But where it was intended to go is immaterial really, because the beautiful red head knocked him right off his aim by crashing her knee into his jaw. His teeth clanged shut and his jawbone cracked.

Todd knew the look in Jessica’s eyes as she struck Angus’s chin with a pulled left uppercut. It was the look she wore when she had just completed a piece of work which she knew to be good. As Angus’s teeth banged shut again after only just opening, she sent a looping right hook to the jaw which she had so recently struck with her knee. 

Angus was in disarray – he couldn’t even see Jessica. But he was aware of her quickly enough when she nipped in from the side with a nasty burning left into his kidney. His head went back, and he let out a deep, troubled moan.

The ladies’ captain fired a dead-straight right cross into the men’s captain’s jaw. It felt as if someone was drilling into the bone with this third assault on it. It was Todd’s turn to groan, as he watched Jessica’s splendid buttocks vibrating with the force of her punch. Not for the first time, he thought how wonderful she must be in bed.

There was nothing pulled about Jessica’s next left uppercut. It was dramatic, dynamic. Angus’s head shot up; when it came down again, she met it with an angled right uppercut, which sent it straight back up again. 

"Oh, bad luck!" thought Todd, when the woman gave the man a black eye. He could sympathise! Still more could he sympathise when she got him with yet another strike to the same jaw. From a crouching position, she landed a rising right cross that had the comical effect of appearing to turn him into an agonised statue for a moment – before, that is, she dug her left in low to his stomach. Angus shouted his feelings, but she interrupted him by pulling him down by the neck and into her right knee, which buried itself in his stomach.

Angus stooped, trying to absorb the pain, so she helped herself to the open target of his bowed head, her right fist ploughing mercilessly in. It would have sent him down, but she got in behind him and pulled him back up with her hands under his arms. Once he was upright, she launched her knee into the small of his back. Then her fist. The knee had been bad enough, but her fist hitting this newest wound immediately afterwards seemed to push the pain into his stomach, making him feel sick.

With an oath, he swung round and fired a right cross that Jessica ensured went harmlessly over her left shoulder. He geared himself up for a similar attempt with his left; but she got in first with an in swinging right uppercut to his jaw. Then she sent him round 180 degrees with a left hook. 

Angus completed his humiliating circle and swung a right hook. Jessica saw it coming, leant back on her right foot, and banged her left boot into his kidney. At this moment, they were so close to Todd’s car that he wondered whether he should move, before she knocked Angus into it. 

Instead, she sent him a couple of paces in a parallel direction, with a right cross straight into the eye that she had already blacked. Todd was treated to the glorious sight of her  side view, so he could see both her breasts and her bottom swinging away lustily to the rhythm of her punch. 

Stooping, she hooked her left fist into Angus’s stomach. He crumpled around it, vainly trying to contain the throbbing pain. She straightened him up, seizing his right arm, then thrust her right fist into his stomach. He looked down, making it that much worse for himself, psychologically. 

Uppercut! Jessica’s right fist soared into the air, via Angus’s jaw. He tottered, threatening to fall, but somehow managed to stay on his feet. Fortunately for him, this time his eyes were closed, so he couldn’t see the fist that had just caused him yet more damage. For her part, Jessica wore the assured, confident smile of a person who knows they are nearing success.

It was the home stretch, as it were, and she quickened the pace with an almighty swing of her left fist into his jaw, before following up with a similar strike to the opposite jaw. Comically, she sent him one way, then the other.

Never mind Angus, Todd didn’t think he could take much more as one feminine right knee hurtled up into Angus’s balls, while one ladylike left fist smacked against his chin. He let out an agonised, despairing roar, then fell on his back.

As he lay on the grass, groaning, Jessica sprang on top of him and put him in a schoolgirl pin. Gripping his wrists, she straddled his middle, sitting on his manhood. She stared into his eyes, lowering her body so that her granite-hard nipples dug into his chest, and her sex ground against his cock. She moved around on it, imitating the ultimate sex act.  

"So, are you going to vote for women to play in the tournament?" she demanded, thrusting, withdrawing, thrusting.

"I … ah, please, don’t do that."

"Shut up. concentrate. Are you going to vote with me?"

"I … oh God!"

"Well?"

"It’s … ah, shit … YESSSSSS!" he shouted as he came profusely.

"Good boy!" she exclaimed, proceeding to sit up and knock him out with a hook to the jaw.

Satisfied, Jessica stood up and posed over the stricken, unconscious male. Then, picking up his golf club, she entertained herself by posing with it over her shoulder, before she mused out loud:

"I wonder how Todd got on at the gym today?"

"But I’ve been here all the time," he protested out loud, waking himself up in his bed. It was at that moment that he made up his mind to go to the gym rather than watch the golf. But that’s another story…