Fist

"I turned to where he was sitting and fixed my eyes on his muscular back, watching every ripple as he went through the simple motions of removing the tape from his hands.  My fingers got to work as well, taking the rest of the buttons down my shirt.  I stepped towards him, as ready as I would ever be.  I finally had my chance at a real champion."

Violet loves the fights, but more than that she loves the fighters.  She's spent years picking winners and now she's found the man who can go all the way.  More than anything, she needs to get a piece of him before the swell of fame puts him far out of her reach.  As she watches him win yet another bout, desire nearly overcomes her in the crowd.  It has to be this fight.  It has to be now.

The strength that lies in the hands of Nestor "Croc" Krochek is the stuff of legend.  He can win any fight and walk away ready to do it again.  When that same power is bent to the passion Violet brings after a fight, sparks fly and desire cannot be contained.  For one brief night, Violet has the man of her dreams.  She simply has to reach out and let herself be taken.

This story contains graphic depictions of sexual situations between consenting adults.  All characters are fictional and any similarities between them and persons real or fictional is coincidental.  When the bell rings, come out fighting.