JJ's Quiet Night In
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
Time for the tall Amazon to relax and have a quiet night in!

A follow on from the other JJ stories - JJ's Mistake, JJ meets a Racist, JJ
Works out with a Friend, The Rent Man 1 & 2, JJ Deal with a Bully, JJ's
Weekend Break, The Challenge, An Accidental Meeting, JJ Take on a Job, JJ's
Quiet Night Out, JJ Helps a Friend, JJ's Reward, JJ's Rescue, JJ's Task, Maid
To Order & Park Run also City Take Over, Gym Visit, When Rivals Clash,
Valentines Surprise & Fight Night

JJ's Quiet Night In

It was a Wednesday evening, halfway through the week and there wasn't much to
do, perfect time to just lay back, chill out, a bit of down time for the woman
who always seemed to have something going on around her. Jasmin was a busy
woman, a woman in demand, by many people and a woman who had a busy, 'active'
and 'demanding' life. So, any chance of slowing things down and taking it
easy, even for an evening, was a welcome break, a quiet night in was just what
she needed.

Jasmin was Miss Johnson, but no one really called her that, most people, her
friends, her enemy's and those who knew her just called her JJ. She was the
tall, attractive, quite stunning black woman, who in her late 20's had the
solid, sculptured, firm, strong, yet so sexy body of a woman that you didn't
mess with. With her beautiful face, her bright red succulent lips, her long
jet-black hair, long smooth toned legs and full, heaving breasts she was quite
a sight.

JJ was in the business of ... ... sorting things out! Well that was one way of
describing her 'work', she did a bit of this and that and so long as the
authorities weren't involved she got away with it. Even when 'certain
authorities' had been involved she still got away with it! JJ was a woman who,
if you knew what was good for you, it was good to be on her side.

But today, being a Wednesday, there wasn't much going on, she had enjoyed the
previous weekend going to the big fight in the City, taking in the atmosphere
and excitement of the big show and all it had to offer, especially the 'party'
she went to after the event! It had been a 'stimulating' weekend and next
weekend she was off to the country to sort out ... ... Well that was another
story that had yet to be told.

Today and tonight it was time to relax and have a night off from all of her
'normal activities', there was no one to save, no bad guy to take down, no one
to sort out. So why not just lay back and relax?

JJ was in her private gym, her home, it was a large unit in the Merryfield
Industrial Estate in the City. Some time ago it had been a fitness centre a
gym, open to the public, but then JJ had come along and 'acquired' the unit.
She'd kept most to the gym area and most of the fitness equipment, just for
her use, and also added some living accommodation so this 'unit' in the
industrial estate was now 'home' to her and any friend that came around to see
her!

Through the main door of the unit was a short corridor that then opened up
into the main gym area. This was a large open area, with a high ceiling, it
wasn't fancy or anything like that, it was what it looked like, a gym. As you
looked into the main area there was a full-size boxing ring on the left side,
moving across on the right was a large matted area, those matts you find in
any other gyms and marital arts centre. A long horizontal wooden pole was
attached to the far wall, over it lay an array of different coloured martial
arts belts, a collection some might say, of those who had made the mistake of
thinking that JJ was just a woman!

The rest of the outer walls and free areas were filled with various pieces of
fitness equipment, workout machines, mini gyms, punch bags, running and rowing
machines, that sort of thing and of course a wide selection of weights. It was
the fitness fanatics dream environment, for JJ it was the basics to keep her
toned, trim and ready! At the rear of the open area was a door that lead
through to changing rooms, showers and some storage area. Near the door was a
set of stairs that lead up to the accommodation area above the changing room,
showers etc.

Upstairs was where JJ relaxed, the large living room with soft comfy sofa's,
the kitchen filed with every kind of protein food JJ's fit body required. A
large bathroom, shower room and most importantly and large and very comfy
bedroom! This was home for JJ, all that she required was here in 'her gym',
the only thing missing was someone or some people to share all this with and
enjoy it all with!

JJ had many friends, none more so that Cindy a bubby, busty, blond, babe who
was close to the dark beauty. The girls defiantly knew how to enjoy their time
together here, the bedroom and shower where particular favourites, but there
where aspects of JJ's home where she needed a man there to fully enjoy it!

There was no shortage of men who believed they were capable of 'entertaining'
JJ at her home, sometime ago the Amazon had adversities for any strong man who
thought they could handle a woman like her to step forward and try it! The
challenge of course had been answered, especially considering what the prize
was. JJ was the prize, any man that could pin her, make her submit in either
the ring or on the mats, any man that could defeat her would have her. If that
wasn't enough there was also the fact that he would also have gained the
reputation as being the man that had taken down, had beat, the notorious JJ!
That was the deal. But as with any contest like this there were conditions,
the man that took this challenge on had to put up something that was as
equally valuable as winning JJ!

Many men had come forward with briefcases full of money, but that didn't
impress the dark woman in the least, she could get money easily if she needed
it. She wanted to see what else these men would offer, what else they thought
was a suitable trade off. These men had to produce a forfeit, considering what
the prise was on offer, the forfeit had to be something worthwhile! Many men
had contacted JJ and put their proposals to her, and so many had been
rejected. But once in a while there was a man who offered something that made
JJ smile, something that she liked the look of, something she wanted!

Jasmin would save these offers up and when she was bored, when she didn't have
too much 'other stuff' going on, then she would have a quiet night in and take
on these male challenges.

JJ had been busy lately and the descent offers had built up a bit, so it
seemed a good time to clear her diary and see what these men had to offer and
what she could enjoy.

Wednesday night was all booked for JJ to meet the men who thought they could
take on the challenge of her. Inside the private gym and it was dark, the
lights where on only over the boxing ring and the matted area, the rest of the
large open area was dull and dark. JJ was dressed in one of her martial arts
gi's, today it was the blue suit with the white belt tied around her waist, it
might not be the right colour for her particular skill level but she didn't
believe in showing off, too much. So now the stage was set, JJ was about to
enjoy her quite night in, have a bit of 'Me Time!'

First up tonight was Roger, or was it Tony, or whatever his name was, tall,
white and 40, maybe a bit on the handsome side, but that certainly wasn't
going to influence this woman. He was dressed in a traditional white gi's with
a black belt around his waist. As the dark woman made her way down the stairs
from her apartment area she could see the man stood by the blue mats, waiting
for her. The way he was dressed told JJ all she needed to know about this one,
a bit of a traditionalist and a bit of a show off. Even so he was someone who
had worked to get to a black belt so she wouldn't take too much for granted,
but he was a man, and a man has weaknesses. His weakness was her, a woman,
well that was why he was here, to try and win her in a fight, have his way
with her. Because he thought he was stronger, better than her, could take her,
have her.

As JJ reached the matted area she chuckled to herself, the way he stood there
full of male confidence, full of arrogance. He gave a quick bow, that was the
traditional side coming out, then went straight into a fight stance, held it
and stomped his way across the mats towards her. JJ wasn't going to wait for
him to come to her, so she rushed him, jumped and SMACK! Jumping high in the
air and thrusting her leg out the tall woman brought her bare foot hard into
the slowly advancing man's chest, OOOWWWHHH!

The crashing sound echoed around the gym as did the man's cry of surprise and
hurt, the blow sent him flying backwards, shocked at the speed and ferocity of
the woman who'd struck fist. As he went tumbling backwards JJ moved again, she
twirled around, spun fast and brought her other leg into play, raising it high
enough so when it came around SMACK! UUUHHHH! A second bare foot struck hard,
this time it went thundering into the side of the falling man's head.

This second blow forced the man back off of his feet, it drove him to the side
and down to the floor, crashing towards the blue mats. His head was bursting,
but even so his reactions were still there, his hands and arm went out to
control his fall to the floor. As he hit the floor he immediately pushed on
his hands, determined to thrust his body back upwards and so get into a
position where he could THUD! CRACK! OUUUUCH!

He might be quick and still being able to think, but this was JJ and she was
quicker and smarter, the woman's strong leg, went backwards then drove very
hard and fast into the man's body as he was about to push himself back up. The
sound of a bone possible breaking in his ribs brought two reactions, pain to
the man and a slight bit of amusement to the woman. Rolling over and across
the mats the man was hurt now, really hurt.

He lay there for a second holding his side, gritting his teeth and screwing
his eyes and face up tightly as he dealt with the discomfort. But lying on the
floor for even a second, is a second too long when JJ is around. Before the
man could take in that one deep breath he needed he was grabbed and dealt
with. JJ jumped down onto him, gripped him by his jacket and wrestled with the
man there on the floor. His eyes quickly opened and everything was a blur as
he was being manhandled by the strong woman on the floor. JJ was keeling down
and had roughly hauled the injured man up so he lay across her leg.

One of her arms went around the man's neck, all he could feel was a very
strong arm there now, controlling him with a tight grip. Her other hand got
the man into the right position then was moved down towards his hips, 'what
was she doing?' He felt his suit being tugged at and suddenly this back belt
was held up in the air, she'd took it off of him, the woman had claimed
another 'trophy' for her collection. Then the arms around his neck was pulled
away, he was free.

It took half a second for him to realise this and as he was about to ... ...
OOOOHHHHFFFF! The black belt was brought swiftly around the man's neck, the
ends of it where grabbed and wrapped around powerful black female hands and
the belt was pulled back across his white male neck, UUUUHHHHHH!

It didn't take long for those strong hands to do their work, the man legs
kicked out, his body jerked around and hands went to pull the belt away, to
free him, but it was a futile attempt to try and stop JJ form doing her work.
The man's struggling body soon faded away, JJ was in a position where she was
over him and could look down into his scared face as she strangled him, she
liked that. The fact that the last thing this man saw was her beautiful
smiling face grinning, looking down at him as she finished him off. She liked
that though a lot.

His body gave one last slight jerk and the fight was over, another man was
defeated, another trophy was taken and JJ won again. She stood up, dropped the
belt on the man's limp body as it lay there, she would put the belt with all
the others late. But for now, there was more for to do in her quiet night off!

With the man in the white gi taken care of there was a slow clapping sound
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! The kind of slow clapping that might indicate that someone
was either unimpressed or just mocking the recipient. JJ looked up from her
first man, over towards the boxing ring close by, that was where the sound was
coming from, and inside the ring was a man staring back at the woman.

The clapping stopped and the man reached down, grabbed onto a set of gloves
that where on the floor and pulled them on. Gloves on, in went a gum shield
and the new man then banged each glove into the other to, 'testing them out',
now JJ made her way across the mats and towards the ring.

As JJ made her way to the ring she eyed up her next challenger of the evening,
he was a tall man, as tall as her and black, his bald head, rough face and
goatee beard gave him a look of someone strong, assured and determined. As JJ
got closer the boxer also moved closer to the ropes, intimating his opponent
before she got up with him.

At the side of the ring JJ moved quickly, she was adapt at getting into her
ring at speed, there was a little jump up and she rolled effortlessly across
the canvas and under the bottom rope. The sharpness of the move, that she had
practise several times took this new man up surprise, the woman showed an
agility he didn't expect from someone so strong looking.

JJ rolled into the ring, but she didn't stop, the man jumped backwards to get
out the way, unsure of this strange entrance to a boxing ring. The woman's
action made him stumble a bit and took his attention away for just a brief
second or two. But this was long enough for the woman to act. JJ was up onto
her feet before the boxer had realised what was going on. The man looked down
at his feet, pleased he hadn't fell over, but as his head came back up and his
eyes focused, there was the woman in front of him 'Shit ... ... !'

JJ smiled and for the man that moment in time seemed to pause, he knew her
reputation and his plan was to get to her first closer her down, not to let
her get too close. He had a long reach and thought his strong arms, powerful
punch and ability to throw blow after blow would prevail. But now with the
woman stood there so close to him he was having second thoughts about this, he
could see the look in her eyes, a look that told him ... ... THUD! OOOUUUHHHH!

The martial arts woman's leg came up and hit its mark, taking the male boxer
by surprise and sending a chilling, and painful, eruption through his body,
emanating from his groin! The 'tap' had made the man stagger backwards, one,
two, three steps had been taken by the man and now he was at arm's length, her
arm's length WHACK! WHACK! OOOHHHHH! Two quick left and right clenched fists
slammed into each side of the man's head, pain on one side, agony on the
other. She didn't need gloves to 'box!'

The two blows where quickly followed up by two more, and then two more. JJ's
alternate slamming of each side of his face made the man's head fill with pain
and sent his head into a constant spinning motion. More blows hammered the
man's face, one hard bare fist thundered into his eye, he instantly felt the
socket almost burst with an intense burning sensation, it was broke. Another
blow followed to the side of his jaw and mouth. A hard blow, a really hard
blow, the man's gum shield was knocked out, his lip was sliced open, blood
filled his mouth, and there was possibly a lost tooth, but that was least of
his problems.

JJ was on a roll and she was at home in her own boxing ring, she lashed out
with her fists again at the man, his face, his body, his torso all now where
targets to her. With each set off hits the man was pushed backwards, until he
was against the ropes and there was no escape. He knew he either had to do
something quickly or had to surrender, but now all he could think of was ...
... Before he could finish that thought the man felt himself go up in the air.

There was a feeling of being grabbed, griped hard, of being sent up and off
his feet, then a floating sensation as he went slowly through the air.
Followed by the very hard and thundering feeling of landing, being pounded
into the canvas floor of the ring. He lay there breathing heavily and only
being able to see out of one good eye, he could make out the lights in the
high ceiling and then something blocked them out, covered them as it came down
fast, straight into his face THUD!

JJ's hard beating of the man, her pushing his battered body back, then her
grabbing him and throwing him down to the floor, all of this had brought this
man's challenge to an inevitable end. The dark beauty had then raised her leg
and brought her foot down into his face to finish the challenge and the man
off completely, and so, man number two was out of the 'game!'

JJ allowed herself a smile, please that the latest men that thought they could
take her, have her, had failed and she would calm the forfeits that these men
had put up. Her smile grew at that thought, after all she had only allowed
these men this opportunity due to the forfeits they had offered, BANG! The
door at the far end of the room, the one that lead into the changing room area
was opened and quickly closed, JJ's next opponent had arrived.

She could hear footsteps moving across the gym floor and heading her way, out
of the shadows came a man, broad, powerful looking, dressed in cowboy boots,
jeans and vest top and a cowboy hat. In his hand was a pickaxe handle, that
was resting on his shoulder, 'so now it was the turn of the hillbilly thug!'
The man made his way over to the ring, a very broad grin on his face, as he
reached the edge of the ring and looked JJ up and down. The dark woman didn't
like his smirking face, he'd pay for that cocky look, JJ was a short way away
from the ropes and as she looked down on this cowboy, BANG!

The pickaxe handle came down hard on the edge of the ring, he was making a
point, a statement, imposing his 'authority' so to speak, but this only went
to annoy the woman, no cowboy is going to damage her ring! WOOOSSSHHH! THUD!
UUUUHHH!

JJ rushed forward, dropped low down to the canvas floor and was sliding under
the bottom ropes, her bare feet leading the way as they crashed hard into the
big man's face. The cowboy went flying backwards, the blow had taken him off
his feet, through the air and down to the floor. JJ went all the way through
and under the ropes, landing, quite nicely on her feet, on the floor and was
now stood by the side of the ring and ready. The blow to his face was hard,
very hand, you don't often get two feet come slamming into you face like that.
Even so he was up on his feet, his boots, in a flash, even the woman was a bit
impressed with how he'd recovered so fast.

He was angry now, how dare she do something like that to him, his hand gripped
tight onto the pickaxe handle, as he made his way back to the ring and to
where the woman stood, two hands now gripped the handle, 'she wouldn't be
doing that again!' He brought the handle up high, ready to bring it down on
'her', closer and closer he got but the woman just stood there waiting for
him.

The handle was up high, the man's face was screwed up in anger, he was about
to, WALLOP! Before he could bring the pickaxe down on her, she had made her
move, waiting until the moment and the position was right. JJ had shot her
foot out driving up as fast as she could, up into his gut, stopping the man in
his tracks. Her foot did the trick, the man staggered a few steps back, unable
to breath and carry on with his strike. But in a second he was back, a quick
intake of breath and even more angry, now he changed tactics.

The man twisted, brought the pickaxe to the side and swung it around like a
bat, two hands still holding on firmly as he aimed the handle to hit the side
of the woman's head, he was going to smash her, he was going to CLANG! JJ
dropped down, the pickaxe went flying pass, over her head and straight into
the metal post of the boxing ring. The shudder of hitting the post, the
shockwaves that ran up the pickaxe and through his body caught the man by
surprise.

His hands hurt, his arm shock and JJ was about to make her move WHACK! The
woman came up, so did her fist into his gut, followed by another and another.
By the time JJ was upright she had driven a dozen blows into the man's
unprotected body, showing him, she didn't need a piece of wood to get the job
done. The woman was now upright, the man was stunned and it was time for him
to pay for striking her ring.

The shocked man tried to clear his head quickly, knowing if he didn't he was
done for, but JJ still had time to hurt him a bit more, she slipped off the
belt around her gi, doubled it over and wrapped the end around her hand,
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! One hand grabbed him by his vest as she now used the belt
like a whip to lash it across his face, beating him, flogging him with her
belt. The effect was instant, his face was cut, he dropped the handle in his
hand and swayed as she carried on lashing him with the now red stained belt.
It proved to be quite effective, JJ must remember to use that again, sometime.

But for now, the man was hurt and confused enough for her try something else.
She grabs onto his head, and she swung around, still holding on tightly onto
that dazed head and CLANG! OOOHHHH! The black woman drove the man's head into
the metal post of the ring, he staggered, his legs wobbled as he tried to stay
upright. The woman ripped the stupid cowboy hat of his head and torn it up,
she grabbed back onto his head, swung the man around again, to confuse him
even more and CLANG! ARRRRHHHH! Once more she drove his head back into the
metal post, blood ran down the side of his face, and again CLANG! UUUUUHHHH!

A third time and his face was a red bloody mess, and he was hardly able to
stay up on his feet, his legs were about to given way, but not before SMACK! A
clenched back hard, sharp and hard across his dazed face and the man fell to
the floor. He dropped into a heap and his body jerked, jolted, JJ foot shot
into his face for the last time and he was now still. The cowboy had gone the
way of that evenings other challengers.

All of this had warmed JJ up now, and the thought of another forfeit coming
her way kept that smile on her face. The place was quiet, the gym was silent,
but only for a moment, as slow footsteps soon where heard. JJ looked around to
see, much to her annoyance that there was a man who had been sitting halfway
up the set of stairs that lead up to her private area. He was now making his
way down to the main gym area, with a casual, arrogant stride to the way he
walked.

Dressed in simple black sports trousers and a black top, the oriental man
looked at first nothing special, but his large arms and look of concentration
on his face where an indication that he 'knew' he was good! As he got to
bottom of the stairs, stood there and pulled the set of nunchakus from under
his arm and gently began to 'play' with them, twisting and twirling the
traditional martial arts weapon from one hand and arm to the other and back
again.

Then he slowly made his way across the floor and towards the boxing ring where
JJ was still stood. 'Right on time, that was good' JJ looked past the man and
up at the clock on the far wall. She liked people to be on time, never liked
waiting around for anyone. Slowly he still came for her, twirling those
nunchakus and the look on his face told JJ all she needed to know. She pulled
her gi jacket off, with no belt there was no need for it and stood there in
just her trousers and a yellow crop top, her magnificent upper body on show.
But even this did not distract the oriental man. As he got closer, very close,
his arm moved up high, the nunchakus where spun around and then he snapped his
arm forward, sending the spinning weapon towards JJ.

She obviously knew he would lash out with the weapon, just as he had done, and
as he'd made that move she had also moved to avoid its impending strike. But
as the weapon went hurtling her way, the man changed its direction and sent
the deadly bar downward. He'd seen how JJ had fought the others and knew she
liked to drop down low, so now he sent the nunchakus down low too, a counter
move to catch her out, to strike her, to beat her at her own game.

JJ saw the nunchakus go down, heading low and towards the floor, but they
would not hit her, instead of going low she leant back out the way. The look
on this man's face had told the woman that he was a thinker, and strategist, a
man who thought, too much. With nothing to hit the nunchakus carried on and
smashed into the floor, the oriental man was now bent over, angry at being
duped so easily and with his weapon now useless as it just lay there on the
floor.

His first mistake was not to have hit her, his second was, for a brief second
to hold that position and move his eyes upwards to see where she was. Seeing
she wasn't there, knowing he hadn't hit her, he knew he shouldn't have looked,
he should have just moved instantly got out the way. But he had looked and
seen that she was there in front of him, a split second had been wasted, lost
and all JJ had to do was WHACK! OOOUUUU! SMACK! UUUUHHHH! A spinning body and
two strikes, two feet where sent into the man's face, he toppled backwards
THUD! A third blow landed in his chest, the man was now two, three steps
further back, away from the woman. He lashed out with the nunchakus, swinging
backwards and forwards in front of him as he shook his head and focused his
eyes.

There was JJ still in front of him just out of his reach, but now she stepped
closer, came forward. The man saw a chance and swung his arm back again, but
JJ put her arm up, blocking his move. He was strong, but as his arm hit hers,
he was stopped, the nunchakus just wrapped around both arm, he pushed but
couldn't move JJ's arm, 'how strong was this woman?' THUD! Her other arm
moved, a fist into his face, answered that question, followed but another that
smashed his nose and splattered it across his face.

JJ carried on hitting him and at the same time she twisted her blocking arm,
wrapped her arm around his. Twisting his arm down and around, forcing the man
up onto his tiptoes, he called out in agony as JJ carried on applying the
pressure, it was unbearable almost as if she trying to break his ... ...
CRACK! ARRRRHHHH!

The pain was intense, forcing the man to drop the nunchakus instantly, JJ let
go and he dropped down to his knees, holding that injured arm as he tried to
coup with the throbbing pain. JJ coolly picked up the nunchakus and walked
behind the knelt man. She took hold of the weapon, an end on each hand, then
slipped it over the man's head so the chain was now sitting 'comfortably'
across his neck. Suddenly he forgot the pain in his arm as he realised what
the woman was doing. But it was too late a knee drove into the back on his
neck and as she pulled her hands back the chain slowly began to do its work on
his throat.

He tried to struggle, but couldn't do much, JJ was in charge, she was the
woman who had control of this man, he was the one in trouble. He gargled and
cough as the chain drew tighter and tighter across his throat, until it was
too late and all he saw, all he could feel was the darkness that engulfed him.
Her last challenger of the evening had lost, and that was four forfeits coming
JJ's way.

It was a short while later and after a few calls had been made to claim her
forfeits and arrange for the removal of the men, JJ's special friend Cindy
arrived to liven up 'a quiet evening in.'

The first two of the forfeits had already arrived and it wasn't long after
when the remaining two found their way to JJ's gym. Two cars pulled up near to
the gym and two women emerged from those cars, each had a briefcase in her
hand and on seeing the other woman, there was a nod of acknowledgement. They
had never met before but instantly both women knew they were here for the same
reason. As they were told over the phone the door was unlocked for them and
they were to go into the gym and make their way through the building and to
the stairs.

As they walked through the gym there was a line of four males on the floor.
Each man was limp and unconscious, his body broken and bruised and the
caretaker of JJ's gym was there sorting the men out, getting rid of them and
making the gym respectable again. The man didn't pay much attention to the two
women, he'd seen so many come and go around here, but even so a quick glance
at the women told him all he needed to know. There was a short oriental woman,
very attractive and from what he could see with a good body to match, also a
black woman, taller, and just as good looking again with a noticeable body.

Both women stopped for a second, looked down at their husband, shock their
heads and carried on towards and up the stairs. In the living area, they
placed the briefcases they had brought with them next to two other briefcases
that were already on the large table in the room. There were some low noises,
sounds, that caught their attention and now the women moved off, the black
woman made her way to the left the oriental woman to the right. Leaving the
four briefcases there on the table.

These briefcases formed part of the forfeit inside each was certain
'information' that would be useful to JJ, information about building
contracts, investment programs, large national and international orders,
proposed planning applications, corporate memos and minutes of private
meetings, that sort of thing. The material these cases contained might not be
immediately useful to JJ, but with the 'contacts' she had, 'someone' would
find this information very interesting and would be generous and grateful to
possess it!

The black woman opened and walked through the door that lead to the large
shower and bathroom, while the oriental woman walking into the large bedroom.
The other part of the forfeit was the courier, they were part of this, the
information, the briefcase and the courier, all part of the forfeit.

In the bathroom, the black woman looked in to see a lusty lad in the shower
with Cindy, the busty blond was in the corner, facing it, one hand on the
wall, one hand on the glass panel. The hot water was pouring down on her, the
steam was rising and the lad behind her was holding his end up of the forfeit
by give Cindy a good seeing too. The boy was banging to gorgeous blond from
behind and so happy that his Father had lost the fight and the wager, why
can't all forfeits be like this?

The black woman smiled as she undressed, she was also glad her husband had
lost, seeing the lad with his large cock hammer the pretty blond only got her
worked up. As she joined the lustful pair in the shower this woman knew it was
going to be a long hard night of forfeits!

In the bedroom, the oriental woman walked in on JJ having her own fun with
another forfeit of a boy, the floor was strewed with his ripped cloths a sign
that the Amazon was in need of some loving and couldn't wait. Right now, her
big red succulent lips where wrapped around the lad's cock, feasting on him,
but not finishing him off. She had plans for that cock, it still had a lot of
work to do before she allowed him to release his load. And another young lad
was in heaven, if this was what it was like to be on the losing end, he'd take
that anytime.

The oriental woman, liked what she saw, JJ was now making her way up the lad,
kissing his body so she could get into position to lower herself onto him. The
new woman was already out of her dress and up on the bed, one hand running
over JJ's gorgeous firm arse and up her body, the other hand running up the
lovely lad's arm, his young chest and cute face. 'Why couldn't her husband
lose more often?'

There would be much 'toing and froing' tonight and into the early hours, the
living room, bathroom, bedroom would all be used, JJ and Cindy would enjoy
each of the forfeits, again and again, and then go back for more, that's what
made these events so much fun!

Later while everyone was on the bed together, indulging in each other and
forfeits were being paid off in full, JJ's phone gave a low buzz, a message
had arrived. She'd received a message, but somehow no one had noticed, other
things were distracting them. JJ probably wouldn't see the message for a
couple of days, at least, seeing how good things were going at the moment. The
message was just another man who thought he was good enough to take on Jasmin
Johnson, a man who thought he could defeat her, have the gorgeous black woman
to himself and be the man that had beat JJ. Well that's 'what he thought', but
to get the opportunity to even be considered for this, he would have to list
what he was willing to forfeit. He knew he would have to make it something so
special that JJ would take notice, now what could he have offered her ... ...
.?