She was born in mainland China, and he obtained US citizenship for her, whereupon she asked for a rise. But to be fair to her, she did far more for him than manage his business. Discussing leisure activities once, he had been candid with her, confessing to his weakness for (if not addiction to) fetish fights with women. She had merely raised an eyebrow and murmured, “Interesting”. It wasn’t long before she came to arrange such fights for him, interviewing women who applied for the dubious “job” of entering a ring with him.

When Hya asked for her rise, Todd gave her the usual employer stuff about valuing the contribution she made to the business, with no promise of any more money.

“Okay then,” she said, proudly pushing her chest out to show off her large breasts (one of his many weaknesses), “Let’s have a fight about it.”

That is how Todd and his secretary came to be in the ring the next day, doing warmup exercises. Todd was naked, as was his wont. Hya wore a gold, shimmering leotard, which did little to conceal her magnificent breasts. It was cut high above the hips, with the thinnest strip of material providing any modesty. It advertised her broad hips and large round bottom (another of Todd’s weaknesses). Matching boots and long blonde hair in a ponytail completed the striking ensemble.

Was there ever a more tempting sight? Hya was beckoning Todd to her, her glorious breasts seeming to say, “Come and get us!” He approached and they locked up.

“Hmm,” thought Todd, “she’s putting up quite a resistance.” She certainly was. Every way he tried to win the initial power struggle, she successfully countered. This was his secretary, who spent her time sitting primly and neatly behind her computer, not one of the formidable female fighters that he knew.

Disastrously, she had him in retreat now. He was looking up at his secretary. His legs began to wobble. His right knee buckled, and he went down on it. With a gulp, he noticed an expression on her face that he had never seen before – a gleam of triumph, which he sensed wasn’t only about getting more money.

Hya put him in a headlock and dragged him back up to his feet by it. She linked her arms around his neck (not easy when you’re wearing boxing gloves) and hauled him around the ring, his head pleasantly cushioned against her left breast. But that didn’t last, and she forced him slowly down onto his back.

As she knelt above him on one knee, with her right glove ominously raised, Todd noticed with alarm that the triumphant gleam was replaced by a glare. She held the pose for a few moments, playing with his fear, before unleashing a right-left combo on his face. Her fists sent his head one way then the other, as if he was categorically saying, “NO!”

Hya tumbled Todd onto his front, pushed his head forward, then thrust her arms under his arms. With her gloves linked on the back of his head, she had him in a full nelson, stretching his arms painfully up from his shoulders, and grinding his manhood – even more painfully – into the mat.

Swiftly returning to the twin arm headlock, she rolled onto her back, so that he was above her, looking upwards, and swung her legs over him to scissor his middle. Her boots were crossed over his manhood, to turn his previous alarm into panic. Her double arm grip of his neck was ferocious, and Todd concluded what most people would have done already: Hya fought in her spare time. Despite being choked by her, he found his secretary’s strength exciting, and his cock grew beneath her crossed feet.

Hya, experienced in wrestling men, took it to be a defeat boner, and demanded he give up. He struggled against the double hold of headlock and body scissor for a few more despairing moments, then acquiesced.

Delighted, Hya opted to scissor him from the side, so she could see her boss’s face. How worth it was that? His scowl of unexpected defeat and pain delighted her. She sat on his stomach and flexed, before standing with one foot on his face and doing the same.

“Part 1, I win,” she declared, then, “5 minutes to part 2, bitch.”

“Can I have my old secretary back?” thought Todd. The day before yesterday, she had been a demure, passive, gentle lady. Now look at her! Hands on hips, she glared down at him, obviously relishing the prospect of more combat. Then it came to him: the raised eyebrow and her remark of “Interesting” at his confession to a liking for fetish fighting with women.

Part 2 was to be boxing, and Hya’s gloves seemed to match her mood, consisting of tiger stripes. (Todd’s were a dull, worn black.) She left her corner for the middle and beckoned him to her. Todd, still troubled with that defeat boner, complied and raised his gloves. They circled, then the whole room echoed to his shout of “Yeow!” The secretary punched her boss in the eye.

“That felt good!” thought Hya, taking another swing at the same eye with her left glove, and earning herself an “Aarrgghh!” this time. Todd lurched to his side from the force of the blow. With his right eye throbbing, he blindly lashed out with a left; but Hya had already moved into position, out of range of any counterattack, and her right boot struck him in the side.

Delighted to see that he not only had a black eye, but an ugly bruise on his body, Hya dodged an attempted right cross. She took advantage of his exposed right side on his follow through to plunge her left glove into it. Todd’s head shot back as he tried to absorb the burning pain in both his sides.

If he was burning, she was on fire, and she got him with a masterly right cross in his other eye. No need to check if she had blackened that one too! She clinched and drove her right knee up into his stomach, partly catching the area she had bruised with her previous kick.

Todd stumbled to his right, and she helped him on the way with a left cross to his jaw. If she was quick, she could get her money’s worth from his violent swing to that side. She was quick, and got him on the same spot with a right cross. The gym reverberated with Todd’s shout of pain from this double strike to his jaw, while his feet left the canvas and he dropped onto his back.

For the second time in what was only a few minutes, his busty opponent looked down at him with her hands on her hips. But her expression this time was very different. Whereas before she had the mean look of someone eager to continue fighting, now she had the amused, almost contented look of a lady boxer who has just downed her male opponent.

She helped him up, and without a word, they resumed their fighting stances. It seemed as if Todd would be content to circle until they were both dizzy. Hya thought he was playing for time to recover, so she put an abrupt halt to his little plan with a sharp jab to the nose. It was a warmup before a powerful right cross. She got him on the left ear, and he felt the sensitive skin ballooning and throbbing while he lurched in the punch’s path. By this time, she had made a serious mess of his face and head.

She caught up with him and he clinched, once again trying to play for time. She brought her superior strength to bear, and in a few moments he felt the ominous triple halt to his retreat of the ropes at his back. Then he felt her left glove at his front, although in truth it seemed more like a mallet. It bulldozed into the side of his stomach, making him retch.

Hya nodded with satisfaction at the result, then sent her right glove into his stomach and chest with the power of a catapult. Todd’s body folded around it, as he tried to disguise the fact that she’d made him cough, gasp and heave.

But she knew, it was obvious. She had rendered him temporarily incapable of defence, so she helped herself to his wide-open right side, plunging her left glove into his kidney. Her hat trick of body blows had caused the most damage so far, with the exception of her earlier kick, so she made it one more for luck. Sliding on her left foot, she fired her right glove low into his stomach – so low, in fact, that she caught the tip of his erect cock, making him howl.

Todd, in a panic, dropped his gloves to ward off any more body shots. One more, he was sure, would have put him out of the fight. With a shrug of the shoulders, that seemed to say, “Okay then,” Hya smashed her left glove into his jaw, in an expansive hook. He did a half turn with the power of the blow, so she sent him back in the opposite direction with a right cross to the other jaw. Stooping low and punching upwards, she made him do a little comical jump, which the cameras failed to pick up, being focussed on the upper part of his body.

“Gotta get out of here,” thought Todd, starting to make a run for it.

“No you don’t!” thought Hya, catching him with a huge left hook on the side of his face before he got properly started. He shouted with pain and despair. But she was incensed that he had tried to run away and blasted the other side of his face with a right cross. Her plentiful breasts wobbled away with an equal fury as she punched him.

She sent her left fist soaring into the air, via Todd’s chin. It was a glorious uppercut, which propelled him back onto the ropes. It also dazed him. He stood, zombie-like, inviting a knockout punch. Hya, only too happy to oblige, swung an overhand right into his jaw, and he dropped to the mat, unconscious.

She immediately posed over him, one foot on his face. Never mind that he was oblivious to all sight and sound, she wanted to do the ritual countdown anyway, for the benefit of the recording.

With her right glove raised in triumph, she announced that Todd owed her masses of dollars when she got to 4. At 8, she asked, “Todd, who is the boss?” She answered herself at 10, stating (no surprise there) that she was the boss.

She rather milked the posing, but why not? She had won and she could do as she pleased. She straddle pinned him and flexed for the cameras and her own satisfaction. When he began to stir, she got a strap on from just outside the ring. Todd, now fully conscious and on his knees, knew what was expected of him. But Hya insisted on saying, “Suck it Toddy” anyway.

She held his head, making him do it just the way she wanted, while he concentrated on trying not to gag. As with all the women who inflicted this on him, she enjoyed a moment of ecstasy thanks to his efforts. Perhaps her rough order for him to lie on his back was her way of showing gratitude. Because she put him in a reverse face sit and took his willing cock into her glove. Faster and faster she pumped until he yelled in orgasm.

She straddle pinned him once more and demanded he admit total defeat. He complied with, “Hya beat me up.” Satisfied, she helped him up; but her sympathy was abruptly closed with an order that he double her salary. What else could he do? They had fought over her pay and she won, so he agreed.

Hya picked him up. Placing him over her shoulder the wrong way up, so it hurt just a little bit, she carried him out of the ring.