Mature Women's Sports Club II
By Smac
Marcie takes on June in a brutal boxing match.  20/10/2000

Notes Only if you as my second
Get used to 6 ounce
Can you hit as hard as June
Buy stuff.
Boxed June before - good lord, no
VS 42-26-39


Didn't win that one did I


He breathed a sigh of relief.  The receptionist had been the same one as before 
and she'd recognized him from last time.  She'd told him which room Marcia would 
be in and he found it straight away.
He tapped his double knock nervously on the solid door.
"Come on in," sang Marcia.
She looked radiant.
"I've just this minute arrived myself."
She was propped against the hospital type bed, her thick, brown thighs shining 
in the harsh light.
Her hair was piled up as usual, adding to her stature, she was in black leather.  
A thick, loose jacket and an incredibly short mini skirt, made even shorter by 
the way she was perched on the edge of the bed.  Even her beautiful feet were 
encased in black leather, in fact soft kid.
She noticed Mike's eyes fastened on her impressive chest, he could clearly 
see the breasts beneath her sheer, white blouse.  Even to the extent of the 
large rings through her thrusting nipples.
"No bra or panties," she vamped, "I don't want to have too many marks on my 
body at the start of the fight anyway."
He swallowed hard and decided to come straight to the point.
"Hi, Marcia, you look fantastic."
She smiled broadly.
"Look, don't get me wrong," he was worried she might just tell him to piss off, 
"I'm really looking forward to seeing you box....."
He stumbled over his words.
"...but I don't....."
His eyes dropped to her chest again.
"... want to see you hurt by June:  like that woman last time."
"I asked you if you wanted to come and watch me fight, and be my second and 
you said yes," she said indignantly.
Mike stammered.
"I think you'd better go and find Stella, I'll need someone in my corner who 
won't bottle out. 
When you find her, tell her I need her as chief second and can she could here 
straight away."
Mike nodded sheepishly and headed for the door.
"You'd better ask at reception, don't go wandering around on your own," she 
shouted after him.
About ten minutes later Stella burst into the changing room, closely followed 
by the red-faced Mike.
Marcia still looked buoyant and smiled hugely at Stella.