When Todd entered the gym, he found Nicole already inside the ring doing her warmup exercises, with Akira filming her. He gulped at the sight of her, a mixture of admiration and fear. She looked both beautiful and strong. Stretching both her lithe yet buxom, full-figured body and the negligible material of her black leotard, she looked desirable and dangerous.

He didn’t bother with any exercises himself (they tended to wear him out) but watched while his opponent showed off her potential. He gulped again when Nicole posed for Akira’s camera, flexing and clenching her fists. Thank God those hands are going to be gloved later on, he thought.

They met in the centre, and when Nicole said, "I am dominant," an observer would have believed her. The contrast between the two – she, assured, mean and determined; he, startled, apprehensive and hesitant – was stark. They circled, then locked up, appearing to clinch. But Nicole wasn’t going to be content with such passive fighting for long, and she thrust her knee up powerfully into Todd’s stomach.

He staggered, moaning, and it was a simple task for Nicole to work him down to a kneeling position. She held his left wrist and pushed his face, glaring into his eyes. Yes, she was mean!

She forced him onto his back and twisted his left arm, eliciting a cry of pain from him. When she relaxed the hold, Todd flopped onto his front. It seemed that, like a child, he thought if he couldn’t see her he would be safe. She took advantage of his new position to close her thighs around his neck and apply their awesome power. Grabbing him by the hair, she stretched above him pushing with her feet against the mat to raise him so that he looked as if he was doing push ups.

Moving him onto his back again, Nicole lay across him so that she could trap his still painful left arm in the scissor. For the first time, she smiled (though it was still a mean smile).

Swinging round, she turned the hold into a reverse head scissor (or face-sit, whichever way you prefer to think of it). She took his cock in her right hand and stroked. She knew what to do. Her practiced, experienced hand glided up and down, round and round, now tugging hard, now touching lightly. She probed, pinched, pulled.

"Submit, Todd," she instructed him.

"Don’t make me cum," he implored, terrified that she would drain his remaining strength out through his cock.

"Then submit, bitch," she gave the obvious reply.

Arika, hoping she would make him cum, entered the ring to film the action close-up from above. "Go on girl, do it!" she silently urged her friend. But that spoil sport, Todd, submitted instead.

Nicole teased him a few moments more, bringing him to the very edge – making him grit his teeth – then stopped. She stood over him and posed, one foot on the shaking man’s chest. She then gave her inadequate opponent time to recover by going over to Arika (outside the ring once more) and posing for her camera.

Back next to Todd, Nicole couldn’t help laughing at the ridiculous, naked man still lying on his back and in no hurry to continue the fight. But she was, and she urged him to join her. Up he got, and they locked up again. With a quick twist, she used both her arms to headlock him, entrapping his left arm in it for good measure.

At ease, she brought him down using the headlock. Todd shouldn’t have relied totally on the fact that her fists would be "muted" by wearing gloves, because she now used them bare to attack him. Nicole’s background as a street brawler now came to the fore as she belaboured him with punches to his face.

Bundling Todd onto his stomach, she headlocked him again in her right arm, and twisted his left arm behind him with her left arm. Then came the inevitable demand, "Submit now." He hesitated, Arika entered the ring once more to catch the moment, and Nicole repeated:

"Submit now, bitch." a

That worked, and Todd begged her to let him go. She did, readily, because she fancied doing a bit more victory posing at his expense. (Well, why not?) Still, he wasn’t bothered. Any time wasted enabled him to recover a little, and he was disappointed when she beckoned him to rejoin the action.

They locked up again, but it was for form’s sake only. Nicole seemed to know what she wanted to do, and she ruthlessly, mercilessly, kicked him in the balls. He doubled over, groaning and clutching his battered manhood, while she seized him by the hair and one arm to drag him down further.

Arika struggled to understand what was going on for a few moments. There was a brief, semi-standing head scissor, with Todd not quite down flat. He ended up on his back and actually tried to fight back, with a confused whirling of arms that served to delay what Nicole had in store for him. But she prevailed, then knelt either side of his head in another scissor, looking down at her prey and smiling, a cat with its mouse.

But there was only so much psychology before the work must progress, so Nicole swiftly moved to his side, and trapped him in a body scissor. Then her hand restarted its magic – black magic, Todd thought of it – on his cock.

There was one call for him to submit, then a second one, and once again Arika was there with her camera hoping to catch the moment. For a second time, Todd thwarted her ambition, and he submitted before the devil woman made him cum.

Todd lay panting while Nicole "did her stuff" with the posing. But it was all too soon from his point of view that she was urging him up to rejoin her. Why did he have to open his big mouth in the office and say that ridiculous thing about being the dominant member of staff? Look where it landed him!

Todd looked up from his thoughts to see Nicole shaking her fist at him. Oops, better do what she wants … but he’d had his chance, and got a hideous kick in the face for delaying her.

He lay sprawling, so she got on him in a reverse head scissor/face-sit. Once again, Devil Woman used her hand on his cock. At the other end (as it were) Todd knew what was required of him with his mouth. But it was the effect of her manipulations that concerned him. The spotlight over the ring glinted on her polished nails as her hand raced up and down his shaft. You won’t survive this time, Todd! With a deep shudder, he came.

With such an obvious acknowledgement of her victory, Nicole stood over him and celebrated. But she wasn’t satisfied. No, she wanted to hear him admit defeat. She sat on his stomach, pinned his hands over his head and made him do it. His answer delighted her:

"Yes, you beat me up."

Her response didn’t delight him:

"You have 30 minutes and we BOX!"

He really didn’t want to do this and, the 30 minutes over, asked if he could just forfeit instead. He was given an emphatic "No" in reply. Boxing it was, then. Oh well, it couldn’t be any worse … She punched him on the nose. Her left glove made its mark (literally) with a firm jab.

Another, slightly harder, left jab caught him in the eye. Then back came the street brawler-turned boxer, with a huge right cross to his jaw. Arika, standing behind her, instinctively knew a screen capture of that moment would make the video sales rocket. In the foreground was Nicole’s large round womanly bottom. Beyond a little, you saw the beautiful outline of her generous bosom. Then her outstretched right arm, and last of all the hapless naked male, falling away from her bright red glove.

And fall he did. She had put him down after just three punches! She stood over him, laughing, before she looked at an imaginary watch to make the point that he had to get up and continue.

Todd, feeling his painful jaw, tried to play for time, but Nicole was having none of it. He stood up a little shakily – and was instantly met with Nicole’s left glove in his eye. He could feel the skin around it swelling up, and he knew it was going black. How embarrassing! It was Saturday now, and on Monday he would be working opposite the woman who had just given him a black eye.

Nicole now plunged her right glove low into his kidney area. On the one hand, there would be nothing to show from this latest punch; on the other, it hurt more than the one to the eye had done. Burning sensations spread in waves from his kidney.

Todd stooped and stepped back, raising his gloves because he was certain she would attack his face next. Instead, she grinned at him and stuck her tongue out. Oh well, he could put up with that … THUD! She got him on the jaw with a left jab, softening him up that bit more.

Getting desperate, Todd realised he had to do something. He fired a ferocious right cross. It was a fine-looking punch, it must be said. The only small criticism was that his opponent wasn’t on the end of it. True, she would have been, had she not speedily ducked out of the way. Worse for him, he overreached in his follow through, and she was able to help herself to his stomach, driving her left glove home into it.

Todd seemed to crumple around Nicole’s glove. She gave him just enough time for a partial recovery, so that he could at least stand back up straight, then planted her right glove on his jaw, in a fine cross, plumb on.

Arika wanted to laugh. One moment Todd had been cautiously, slowly, getting back to normal height after folding around Nicole’s glove – the next, she made him look like a startled cat. It only got worse, too, because she now belted him with a savage left hook. It would have put him down, had not the ropes been at his back. As it was, her punch shot his head and shoulders between the middle and top ropes.

So pleased as she was with the result, she used the same punch, lower down, into his ribs. The effect was less spectacular, but probably more telling. You had only to see the agonised, despairing look on Todd’s face.

In she came at him again, with another right cross to his already battered jaw. She could sense victory. Giving him no time for any recovery now, she had him spinning with a second left hook. One more punch would do it, and she sent him on his way with a massive right uppercut.

Nicole danced delightedly around the unconscious Todd. For the first time that she could remember, she was looking forward to Monday morning at work, when she could taunt Todd over his bruised face. (The bruising would be fully out then, too.) She would sit opposite him as usual, all neat and trim, wait until the boss came in, then ask innocently, "Oh, Todd, what have you been doing to your poor face?"

He was regaining consciousness. Time to count him out. She didn’t indulge much in the commentary that some of the other lady victors enjoy doing, merely contenting herself with, "10, and I am the BOSS," while she posed with one foot on his chest for the camera.

After she posed directly in front of the camera, Todd had a feeling he knew what was coming next. Sure enough, she demanded her "magic pink strap on". Absurdly, Todd found himself wondering how a piece of plastic could be magical, but his musings were interrupted by Nicole’s harsh order for him to get on his knees.

Yuk. The thing tasted vile, and he wondered if they ever washed it. Then he wished he’d never thought that. Still, it made Nicole happy; ecstatic, in fact. Would he be spared the worst? No. She told him to get on all fours, then penetrated him, saying, "This is just like when we were newlyweds." (Eh?) She seemed to love the encounter as much as Todd hated it.

When at last she was satisfied, and with Todd flaked out, Arika entered the ring again, held up Nicole’s right fist, and declared her the winner, as well as "the new boss". Then the girls left the ring, arm in arm.