Barocca vs Nikki Jaye 2
VS
GOT MILK?
“Hello? … Yes, this is Nikki Jaye. … That’s right, I’m the one who wrestled Barocca in that oil fight. … Well, I’m glad you liked it. … Oh, you’re a promoter? And you were ringside? … I hope you didn’t get drenched with oil. Barocca and I got pretty…uh, enthusiastic that night. … Sure, I’d love to have another go at her. I kinda have a score to settle with Barocca, if you know what I mean. … Yes, I’m sure she’d be interested in another bout with me, too. … Topless boxing? … Absolutely. Nothing would please me more than a chance to pound that pumped-up prima donna into mush. … Sure, I’m available to meet with you and her any time tomorrow. … Give me that address and time again. … I’ll be there. … Thanks. Bye.”
I didn’t know we were being scouted by a professional promoter when we slopped around in that oil fight. He must’ve been pretty impressed, even after I lost. Of course, boxing in a dry ring will be another story entirely. Watch out, Barocca. I’m gonna knock you into next week.
“This is Barocca. … No, I didn’t just oil wrestle Nikki Jaye, I beat the tar out of her. … That’s nice, but I bet I liked it twice as much as you did. … Yes, I’ve heard of you. … Well, that depends on how much you pay. … $25,000 to the winner? Now you’re talking my language. Who do I have to trounce to collect? … Nikki again? … Topless boxing? … How many rounds? … No rounds, but you have a gimmick. So what’s the gimmick? … Yeah, I can wait until tomorrow to find out, but I can’t promise I’ll agree to it. … OK, I’ll meet with you and Nikki. Just tell me where and when. … I know where that is. You can count on me. … Right. Thanks for calling. Ciao.”
So, Nikki wants to box with me. That bitch has muscular arms, almost equal to a man’s strength. But I can’t refuse a challenge. It’d ruin my reputation. I’ll just have to train like a motherfucker so I can at least defend myself against that Amazon. Pride is a cruel mistress.
The next day they all met at the specified location and hammered out the details. Both contenders were eager to face each other again. The battle would take place five weeks later in a moderate size gym with a regulation ring, and a crowd of a few hundred in attendance. It would also be telecast as a Pay-Per-View event. Both girls would split a decent percentage of the gate just for fighting and the winner would take home the $25,000 bonus. And the gimmick?
The gimmick was that this would be a milking contest. The girls would spend the intervening month dosing themselves on a new lactation stimulation hormone. This would be a stronger version of one prescribed to new mothers who had trouble producing enough milk to breast-feed their newborns. It had no known deleterious side effects other than moderate breast swelling that would diminish shortly after the women stopped taking the hormone.
The match would follow most of the normal boxing rules, with a few titillating exceptions. The women will box until a knockdown. When a boxer is knocked down, the usual count starts. If she beats the count, that’s the end of the round. The knocked-down woman must then suck the breasts of her opponent for a full minute. Then there will be a one-minute rest period before the next round begins. This continues until the fight reaches a normal conclusion: count-out, knockout, or one woman gives up. There will be no referee, no time limit, and no round limit.
From opposite sides of the table, the tall, stacked beauties eyed each other, paying particular attention to their opponent’s bust. That would be the main target of the confrontation, and both babes were amply equipped for battle. Barocca also assessed Nikki’s biceps and knew she’d have her work cut out for her. The stripper was lithe, not muscular. The college student, while not a body builder, was clearly the stronger of the two, and by a healthy margin. Otherwise, the boxing babes’ vital stats were quite similar:
Barocca: 5’-10” 130# 37F-21-36
Nikki Jaye: 5’-10” 144# 40F-26-36
They signed the contracts that afternoon and the promoter gave them their supply of hormones, including strict dosage instructions. “I’ll check in on each of you personally throughout your training period to check for proper hormone usage and for any adverse reactions,” he cautioned. The girls nodded.
And I’m sure he’ll want to take our temperatures with his own personal vaginal thermometer, Barocca grinned. Nikki’s smirk indicated she was thinking the same thing.
For the next five weeks Barocca not only took her hormones exactly as directed, but she also convinced a semi-pro boxing buddy to help her train for the pending fight. He’d help her build up her upper body strength, especially her arms. Of course, they’d also work on coordination, footwork, and other useful techniques. Nikki also focused her attention on exercises appropriate for boxing, including predawn five-mile runs before class.
By the end of the second week, Nikki and Barocca noticed that their breasts were beginning to swell beyond their usual impressive dimensions. Each woman had gone up a cup size and had to buy new bras. Moreover, their titties were more sensitive—not that they were painful to touch, but it was just that slight massaging caused them to ooze milk. This was slight at first, then the quantity slowly increased. The sensation was fantastic, and both girls milked themselves—or allowed the men in their lives to suck them dry as often as they wanted, which was more than daily.
At last the appointed day arrived and the lactating ladies, who had not seen each other since the contract signing, met again in the gym’s dressing room. “I’m up to an H-cup now,” Nikki boasted, shaking her boobs at Barocca. “How about you?”
“Same here,” Barocca bragged, giving hers a big bounce as she walked. No matter how much the Brazilian yearned to flout her floppers, she cagily wore an oversize sweatshirt to conceal her new upper musculature from Nikki. Her bulging biceps were her latest secret weapon and with all attention focused on the boxers’ tumescent tits, she felt she could prevent anyone from noticing until the last moment.
In the gym, the stands were filled and the promoter was running around, consulting with the PPV video crew, and generally making a pest of himself. True to his word, he’d visited his boxers every other day, counting their pills, weighing them, measuring their breasts, and gently squeezing them like a doctor. By the fourth week the girls were so sexually stimulated by the hormones (an unexpected but welcome side effect) that they begged him to fuck them…which he most graciously did.
Barocca and Nikki changed into their boxing kits in separate rooms. Their trunks were little more than elastic belts with mini loincloth flaps front and back and joined at the crotch. The front flap narrowed so much that the women were glad they’d shaved their pussies that morning. The rear flap merely rested lightly on top of their rotund booties before vanishing snuggly into the crack in back. The trunks were brightly colored satin with contrasting trim. Gloves and flat-soled ankle boots matched the trunks while thick, absorbent socks matched the trim. Barocca wore Mint Green with Gold trim; and Nikki was decked out in Royal Blue with Hot Pink trim.
The Brazilian Bombshell was ecstatic to see that they’d parade to the ring wrapped in cape-like serapes, just perfect for hiding her newly developed muscles. Hers was Orange. Moments after her dressing assistant finished lacing up her gloves, she secured the serape at Barocca’s neck and opened the dressing room door. Nikki was already waiting, swathed in an iridescent White serape of identical style. Her blue gloves peeked out beneath her serape and her strong, shapely legs tapered from smooth, meaty thighs to Hot Pink socks and Royal Blue ankle boots.
“You ready to kiss the canvas?” Nikki chuckled as Barocca swept through the door. “I figure I can easily outbox you, but I don’t want to win this fight until you’ve sucked my big bazookas at least four times.”
“Ha! You got this all planned out, don’t you, Nikki?” the Bombshell sneered. “Plans have a way of going awry, darling. They clash with other people’s plans.” She banged her gloves together and liked the sound them made when they struck.
The MC announced the buxom boxers one at a time, Nikki first, and they promenaded into the packed gym, made a circuit around the outside of the ring, and stepped through the ropes to settle in their corners. There were no stools yet, so they rested their elbows on the top ropes and glared across the ring at each other. The MC explained the gimmick and the special rules of the bout to the crowd and to the PPV viewers before directing attention to each girl. As he introduced Nikki Jaye and recited her vital statistics, emphasizing her new hormone-enhanced bust data, Nikki’s assistant unfastened the serape and Ms Jaye stepped into center ring.
Barocca knew full well the effects the hormone treatment had had on her, but she was nevertheless astonished to see the new and definitely improved 40H version of her opponent. Jaye’s juggs jutted out like the front bumpers on a 1956 Cadillac. They weren’t chromed, but they appeared to be just as heavy as those thick-gauge steel torpedoes. Turning to face Barocca, Nikki flexed her arms in the classic muscleman pose and let the Brazilian feast her eyes on those bursting biceps.
The wily Latina allowed a flicker of feigned fear to pass across her face. That was to build up Nikki’s confidence and make her own still hidden physique all the more shocking. Not that Nikki needed an ego boost; she already had plenty to go around. The MC now intoned the Bombshell’s record and assets while her assistant untied her serape. With a foxy grin, Barocca abruptly shrugged off her orange peel, leaped to center ring, and flexed her own intimidating musculature. Nikki’s eyes popped at the sight of her foe’s fantastic physique—not to mention her haughty, hefty H-cup hooters. The PPV cameras used their bazoom lenses to home in on the astonishing assets of the Amazon in the spotlight.
Barocca disdainfully sauntered over to Nikki’s corner and stood nose-to-nose and nipple-to-nipple with the equally hyped-up honey. She shoved her rockets into Nikki’s rack and hissed, “Surprise,” before turning on her heel, booty-butting Jaye in the belly, and strolling back to her corner flipping her teased mane like a strutting lioness.
Nikki had expected a quick and easy bout. She knew she had the greater strength, and youth was on her side. The cunning collegian also noticed that the hormones helped bulk up her pectorals in addition to swelling her mammary glands. What nobody had anticipated was that these effects coupled with Barocca’s rigorous training regimen would develop her upper torso and arms so much and so quickly. Both of the boxing babes had gained weight—Nikki five pounds and Barocca ten—during the past month, which was not entirely unexpected. Not an ounce of it was excess fat, but for Barocca it was almost all new muscle. Still, Nikki outweighed her 149 to 140.
The noncombatants cleared the ring and presently the bell rang. Gloves up, the girls spiraled in toward each other in half a lap and began trading test jabs immediately. After the first few breast blows, both boxers were leaking a little milk from all around their areolas, which made them shine in the harsh TV lights. Before the first minute was up, Barocca had spun Nikki with a roundhouse right to the cheek and doubled her up with a left hook to the belly. These were relatively soft punches; Barocca was saving the heavy stuff for later.
Not Nikki. She shot a solid right uppercut from her knees up to Barocca’s chin that lifted the Brazilian off her feet and set her down on her sweet ass. Barocca was obviously not knocked out and scrambled back to her feet instantly, but Nikki had indeed scored the first knockdown and that was the end of Round 1, at 1:10 into the fight. The grinning gladiatrix settled onto her corner stool as the embarrassed exotic dancer knelt before her and began nursing Nikki’s nipples. Barocca pressed her pulpy red lips onto the erect dark brown nipples, flicked her tongue, and applied gentle suction. In less than 10 seconds milk gushed into the Bombshell’s mouth and Nikki let out a low, satisfied moan. It tasted pretty good, too. She promptly switched to the other breast and got her reward much faster. When her minute at the milk dispensers was over, Barocca reluctantly pulled away. A small amount of milk trickled from the corner of her mouth. She smiled at the lipstick smears she’d left circling Nikki’s nubile knockers.
During the rest minute, Barocca admonished herself for allowing her opponent to sneak such a sucker punch past her defenses. Milk still dripped from Jaye’s juggs. She wiped it with the back of her blue glove…and licked it off with a smug smile. The bell rang for Round 2.
This time Barocca was on full alert and blocked several of Nikki’s intended blockbusters, any one of which would surely have laid her out. That was not the way the Brazilian Bombshell liked to get laid. She noticed that Nikki was a bit flatfooted in the ring while Barocca, thanks to her dancer background and boxer training, kept bouncing on the balls of her feet, always maintaining her balance and ready to dodge in any direction. She wondered how she could use this observation to her advantage.
But Nikki wasn’t daydreaming about footwork. She pushed a hard right fist straight into Barocca’s left boob that sent a spray of milk radiating from the blue boxing glove. It hurt, but not as much as breast punches she’d suffered in past fights. For example, it didn’t hurt half as much as the 1-2 combination Nikki unleashed about two seconds later. A powerful left jab to Barocca’s waistline was instantly followed by a head-rattling right to the jaw that twirled her completely around before she corkscrewed to the canvas. This time it took the bedraggled Brazilian to the count of 5 to regain her feet. Round 2 had lasted 3:08.
When the ring stopped spinning, there was Jaye perched on her stool and waiting patiently for Barocca to minister to her mouthwatering mamms again. Barocca’s path weaved slightly, which made Nikki giggle, which in turn infuriated the listing Latina. Nikki reclined and Barocca had to lean farther forward to gulp her gazongas. “This could become habit-forming,” Nikki chuckled, tickled no doubt by the bonus tonguing Barocca applied to coax more milk from her. “Let’s see, that’s two knockdowns down and two to go before I put you away for good.”
Barocca expressed her displeasure with a little nip of her teeth on Nikki’s nipple, but that only make Jaye laugh even more. This time she sucked harder, hoping to leave a visible hickey on Nikki’s hooters. Barocca also took advantage of her awkward position to rub herself on Nikki’s nookie. Distract her with an impending orgasm, the stripper strategized. She extracted a little more milk than last time before she had to break off contact and return to her corner for the mandatory one-minute rest. “Aw-w-w,” Nikki drawled when Barocca withdrew her milk-moistened mouth. “Well, I’ll see you again at the end of Round 3. Make that real soon, eh babe?” Nikki teased.
As boxing matches go, this one had been rather gentle so far. Only a hint of a patina of perspiration covered the pugilists’ pelts. Their hair wasn’t mussed too badly yet and except for Barocca’s smeared lipstick, their make-up was intact. True, Barocca was somewhat sore from her two knockdowns—sore physically as well as emotionally—but she wasn’t in any real pain going into Round 3.
As Nikki Jaye roared out of her corner at the bell, Barocca was determined not to be the victim of the next knockdown. She hadn’t worked like a dog with her boxing trainer to spend the end of every round sitting on the floor. She consoled herself with the knowledge that Nikki’s knockdowns hadn’t been due to her strength but to good boxing technique. Barocca was her equal, maybe even her better in that department. Now it was time to put on an impressive display of brute force that she hoped would leave Nikki flat on her back.
Jaye walked straight into a barrage of green leather fists that quickly became a blur. The lightning Latina peppered her face with rights and lefts interspersed with strategic backpedaling that kept her beyond the range of Nikki’s retaliatory punches. Every now and then Barocca took a good one on her shoulder or a glancing blow off her forehead, but by and large the third round was hers. She kept the blue belle on the defensive for several minutes before a looping left bounced Jaye off the ropes. Barocca stuck out her foot and tripped the stumbling student, who landed on her face, flattening those wonderful whoppers in the process. What a pity! She circled her victim as the PA system counted to 7 to end Round 3 at 4:12.
Barocca led her staggering foe to her corner, sat down, and thrust out her bountiful bosom for the nursing she so desperately needed. Nikki’s big, full lips were coated with a Hot Pink lipstick that coincidentally matched the trim on her outfit. She applied those lips to Barocca’s ripe melons and drew her distended nipples deep into her mouth. The Bombshell was so overstimulated from sucking Nikki’s kegs and beating her up, she started spurting milk immediately. Jaye jerked away, startled by the flood, and the Latina’s lavish lactation gushed all over both of them. By now the girls had been sweating profusely and the milk instantly dissipated on their wet skin.
Nikki bent again to her task and relieved Barocca of at least a pint of nature’s best nutrient before her session was finished. She headed back to her corner and plopped onto her stool while the drained dancer sighed with sexual satisfaction. Lots of guys had nuzzled her cans and sucked her tits, but they were amateurs compared to Nikki’s nursing. She glanced down at her dripping dugs and smiled at the pink lipstick rings that surrounded her areolas. Glancing across the ring, Jaye also seemed content with the job she’d just completed. Did she appear eager for more?
Round 4 found the pepperpots pounding away at each other again. Breast blows grew in popularity, each punch triggering a spray of milk that make the crowd cheer wildly and call for more. Nikki and Barocca were amazed at how much punishment their even-more-oversized breasts were absorbing without apparent damage and at the seemingly inexhaustible supply of milk their glands continued to produce even under these difficult conditions. It was like pummeling water balloons that never burst and never registered pain.
Barocca backed Nikki into a corner and hammered away at her belly and tits while Jaye’s arms encircled the Brazilian’s shoulders. Nikki couldn’t get the proper leverage to clobber Barocca’s head while the Bombshell relentlessly detonated a string of powerful punches to Jaye’s torso. One reflexively brought Nikki’s knee up and it crashed into Barocca’s crotch. With a shriek the Brazilian backed up a step, allowing Nikki to blast her face with a tremendous right. This time not milk but blood splattered in all directions from behind the glove and Barocca dropped to the canvas like a dead weight.
The crowd was on its feet as the groggy gal groped her way to the ropes and got to her feet at the count of 9. The round ended just shy of 6 minutes. Jaye cursed at just missing the winning count-out by 1 and stomped back to her stool. Barocca was a sight to behold. Her cunt screamed in agony; her sweaty hair hung in her face; milk dripped from her tits; blood dripped from her nose and mouth. Her assistant leaned over the rope to wipe her face with a thick towel before she stumbled her way over to Nikki to perform her obligation.
Nikki was already oozing milk as the snuffling stripper knelt between her legs. She sniffed back a gout of blood, lifted a glowing globe with her red-stained gloves, and sucked on the nipple for all she was worth. As usual, Jaye kept pumping out the glandular fluid for the whole time Barocca kept at her breasts. That hormone certainly was amazing. Since she had her mouth full, the Bombshell had to breathe through her nose, each exhalation discharging a decreasing amount of blood on her opponent’s bulbous brown boobies. But the deep breaths gave her head time to clear.
By the time Round 5 was due to start, both beaten-up brawlers had rested sufficiently. Nikki’s ribs throbbed from the horrendous hammering she’d taken. Barocca’s bleeding had stopped but her pussy still felt as though it had been struck by lightning. She wondered if the knee jab had been entirely reflexive or at least partially intentional. She’d probably never know.
At the bell each battler gulped in a huge volume of air and rose. Neither was particularly eager to rush into combat but each wanted to punish the bosomy boxer who stood before her. Barocca rolled her shoulders and put up her dukes. Nikki mirrored the gesture and stepped toward her. Two test jabs apiece and they again began banging away. Barocca threw an arcing right to the side of Nikki’s left lobe and both spigots spritzed milk on her. She wondered if their heightened adrenaline levels added to the productivity of their mammary glands, so the more they fought and milked their tits, the faster they refilled.
Another body blow forced Nikki into a clinch that pancaked all four breasts into a milky fountain. Barocca, still clinging to the clinch, pushed Nikki’s back against the ropes, and that jolt sent another shower of milk radiating from their canteens. Presently they broke the clinch and Nikki just stood there with her arms dangling at her sides. Barocca fired off a right-left-right combination to Jaye’s jaw that dumped a mouthful of blood down the fronts of both warring women. At last Nikki had felt the full force of Barocca’s new strength and conceded it was equal to her own. The thunder-thighed tit queen shook her head and stood her ground, refusing to go down.
The Brazilian Bombshell was astonished that Nikki was still on her feet and set her mind—and fists—to changing that. While Jaye was still dazed, Barocca rained four mighty punches to her swollen tits, jolting a strong jet of jugg juice from each blow. Nikki blocked Barocca’s next ferocious fist and popped her puppy with a spattering left that set the luscious Latina back on her heels. She ducked Nikki’s next shot and rocked her with a right that sent the cocky collegian into the corner. Nikki’s knees buckled but she fell onto the middle ropes, technically not a knockdown.
Barocca clinched Jaye’s neck in the crook of her left arm and fired a series of right uppercuts into her battered boobies. This was more of a wrestling move, but with no referee there was nobody to stop it. She finished by releasing Nikki’s neck and launching a stupendous right uppercut to her chin. Jaye arced onto the ropes and hung there by her elbows, still not hitting the canvas. Frustrated, Barocca stepped in to finish her off when Nikki backhanded the Brazilian with a left. That spun the stripper full circle, she tripped herself, and went down with a thud.
At first Nikki couldn’t imagine where Barocca had gone. When she found her in a tangle on the floor, she couldn’t believe her luck. The Bombshell spat blood from her reopened mouth wound, yelled “Fuck!” and scrambled to her feet before the count reached 2. But Round 5 was over at 3:47.
I did it, Nikki thought. I knocked her down four times, just like I said. Now all I have to do is knock her out.
While Barocca took another deep drag of chocolate milk from the strung-out student, the promoter called the fighters’ attendants to his table and handed each a double shot of scotch for their fighters. When Barocca returned to her stool, she was grateful for the belt, as was Nikki. It was just what they needed to perk themselves up for Round 6. Both women had given all they had so far and neither showed much sign of faltering. Each was a mess, to be sure, but despite all the knockdowns, only one had come close to ending the fight.
Nikki had long ago abandoned her illusion of an easy victory. This new Barocca was damn near bulletproof. Before they signed up for this fight, she could’ve put the Latina’s lights out with just a few well-placed punches…and could’ve easily withstood the Brazilian’s feeble attacks. But now, she wasn’t so sure. Barocca’s last punch nearly shot her out of the ring.
As for Barocca, she was royally pissed. That last KD was her own damn fault, tripping over her own big feet. Yeah, she liked sucking Nikki’s howitzers, especially now that they were swollen from her punches and not just from hormones. Those face punches had also taken their toll; Nikki’s lips, already thick and full, had now swollen to almost twice their normal size. Barocca shivered as she relished the thought of those huge lips sucking on her tingling nipples.
At the bell that daydream carried Barocca directly into a ramrod right from Nikki. She staggered back, ducked the follow-up, and planted a green glove smack onto Jaye’s left jugg, which spit milk back at her. Nikki belly-punched Barocca with a low left once…twice…three times until the Amazon’s abs howled with pain and she backed off. Hot on her heels, Nikki walked into a nose-breaking right that sent a new shower of blood down her face. No, it hadn’t actually broken her nose, as she’d learn after the fight, but right now it sure felt like it had.
Head wounds don’t have to bleed much to appear serious. That’s partly due to human perception: so much attention is focused on faces that even a small amount of blood seems to be a severe wound. In fact, neither girl had lost much blood from their noses and mouths, Indeed, they’d discharged vastly more breast milk, but to the gym crowd and PPV spectators it still looked more like a bloodbath than a milk bath. And they loved every bit of it.
Nikki clinched Barocca again and snorted a blood onto the stripper’s face. A few droplets got into her eyes, temporarily blinding the buxom boxer. That was all Jaye needed to see. She released the clinch, pushed the sightless siren away, and hauled off with a roundhouse right that sent the Bombshell cartwheeling clear across the ring. Barocca collided with the ropes, bounced off, and hit the canvas for the fifth time this bout. Round 6 was done at 2:53.
Goddamn that fucking Nikki! She’s five knockdowns to my one. I look like a fucking rookie out here—and on TV, too. How many of my fans am I disappointing? How many are deserting me for this snot-nosed college co-ed? I gotta get my act together before I embarrass myself right out of the business.
This time the devastated diva crawled over to Nikki’s corner and climbed hand over hand to reach those blood-stained udders. As she applied suction, Barocca glanced up at her opponent’s face. Jaye’s eyes were closed as she luxuriated at having this veteran vixen suck her bloated yams. How Barocca longed to have her own swollen sacks drained of their heavy burden! She’d just have to wait her turn. But how much longer would she have to wait?
Round 7 started when the wily wenches shot off their stools and immediately began banging away at each other. Now only sweat and milk splattered each time their gloves made contact with their dark, damp skin. The younger woman lobbed a left that caught Barocca on the jaw and twirled her counter-clockwise. She craftily stuck out her right fist and at the end of her circuit nailed Nikki on her cheek and toppled her to her knees, ending Round 7 at 3:35. Nikki took 6 to get back up.
Now it was finally Barocca’s turn to sit back and let Jaye enjoy her jugg juice. Oh jeez, that feels so-o-o good, she thought as Nikki nursed her pounded pontoons. My overactive milk glands must act as shock absorbers. My titties have never taken such punishment, yet they hardly hurt at all. I’ll miss the tingly sensation when the hormones wear off, and the extra H-cup size, but I just can’t go around all the time anxious for somebody to suck my boobies.
No Scotch this time; the gals gulped down huge slugs of pure water to refresh themselves for Round 8, which seemed to arrive all too quickly. Nikki opened by hammering Barocca with a 1-2 combination to the face that buckled her legs—but she managed to keep her knees off the floor. The gym was starting to spin and the Brazilian just barely dodged a haymaker left that would have ended the fight with a KO. That’s when she got the brilliant flash.
Damn! We’ve both been focusing so much on the breast blows, we forgot this is a boxing match. Fuck Nikki’s tits. I’m going back to boxing basics and aiming for a knockout.
Barocca buried one deep into Jaye’s belly and hooked another across her chin. Nikki shook that off and flattened the Latina’s nose, starting the bleeding all over again. An uppercut caught the Bombshell on the left breast, which squirted milk onto both bruisers’ faces. A low right nailed Nikki on the beltline. She glanced one off Barocca’s left cheek. The Brazilian pancaked her foe’s bouncing bazooka. The student struck the stripper just below the ribcage with a sharp jab. They traded punches like it was five minutes to the closing bell on the New York Stock Exchange.
Just past the 4-minute mark, Barocca unloaded the punch she’d been saving all evening. After taking a hard jolt from Jaye, the Latina creamed her with a roundhouse right that draped the cocky co-ed on the top rope before she dropped off onto the canvas. Nikki was inert as the MC began tolling off the count over the PA system. The crowd, boisterous throughout the bout, had grown dead silent as the numbers reverberated through the echoing gymnasium. Barocca would have held her breath, but she couldn’t help panting as though she’d just run a 4-minute mile.
As the MC called “10,” Barocca raised both arms in triumph and the crowd went ballistic. Steadying herself with one glove on the rope, the victorious veteran vixen made her way around the entire ring to make sure everyone in the stands got a good view of the winner of this hard-fought battle. Nikki’s attendant had to summon Barocca’s for help dragging the conquered collegian back to her stool. They had to revive her so she could administer the final, ultimate breast sucking of the event.
By the time Nikki Jaye was awakened with the help of no less than three ampoules of smelling salts, Barocca had been toweled off and was eagerly waiting for her victim to relieve her of what felt like two gallons of hormone-enhanced breast milk. She arched her back so her cannons thrust even farther forward than usual. Ms Jaye also wiped herself down and deferentially walked the long mile diagonally across the ring to kneel at her conqueror.
“Got milk?” Nikki sneered as she leaned her head toward Barocca’s bulging bazooms.
“Oh, Nikki honey, I’m the original Dairy Queen,” Barocca grinned.
AFTERMATH
Back in the dressing rooms about an hour later, the beaten beauties dragged themselves out into the hallway.
“That’s twice you’ve bested me,” Nikki glared. “It won’t happen again.”
Barocca would have liked to glare back, but her left eye had swollen shut, the result of one of Jaye’s final jabs. “I think we’ve established who’s the alpha female in the femme fight world, bitch. Don’t tell me you’re foolish enough to want another fight with me.”
“Damn right I do. That first one was just some silly-ass oil fight that really didn’t mean anything. This one…well, we were both under the influence of hormones. I want to wrestle you for real, Barocca. No gimmicks. No hormones. No steroids. Just you and me.”
“Well, I’d be delighted to oblige you, Nikki. But we both need time to recuperate from this one, don’t you agree. I mean, first we gotta let our titties get back to their normal size. That ought to take about a month, I hear. After that I have some previously scheduled fights to deal with. You’re not the only hotshot who thinks she can take me, you know.”
“Yeah,” Jaye reluctantly agreed, “I gotta get back to cracking the books. I kinda let my studies slide while prepping for this fight. Wasted too much time looking for people to suck my expanding tits, if you know what I mean. But I intend to get even with you, Barocca.”
Flipping her hair, the Brazilian Bombshell suggested, “Then let’s exchange phone numbers and keep in touch. We’ll work something out when we both aren’t so busy.” They did and Barocca added, “Look, Nikki. You’re a hell of a competitor, I admit that. As evenly matched as the two of us are, we’re natural enemies.”
“You just know we’re gonna clash again,” Nikki nodded. “But you can’t win them all. Shit, I knocked you down so much tonight, I’d’ve won if we’d been scoring by points.”
“But I kept getting right back up,” Barocca countered. “That’s what separates you amateurs from us professionals. And I put you down for keeps when it counted. Remember that, babe.”
“Oh, I’ll never forget it,” Jaye replied, rubbing her jaw. “Next time we meet, I’ll give you something to remember, Barocca.”
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