Flash forward, Naomi is posing with Patriots QB Tom Brady in kickboxing gear. She looks totally cut up and very aggressive. Tom notices. Naomi notices Tom noticing...flash cut to...

Naomi going down on Tom in front of her fireplace while Tom tries to get rid of Giselle who is talking to him on his cell. Giselle is his live in girlfriend, maybe one of the sexiest woman ever created and a nifty super model. Naomi plays along giving Tom some time to talk to Giselle...and then grabs the phone and growls, " I love you man's cock, hunee!" Then she disconnected Tom's call with Giselle.

Brady slapped his forehead, " Ah shit Naomi, Giselle will kill me...dang, girl, why'd you have to be so dam sexy??"

Naomi cooed, "C’mere longbow, and love me hard!" She grabbed Tom's shwankenschwiller. She kept kissing him and then mounted him and slowly humped him into a pickle-state...he was super aroused and super guilty. In a pickle so to speak. Super aroused always wins out. Tom pushed back hard as Naomi seemed to jump up and off and then slam down hard and grind. OH YESSSS!

Meanwhile, back in NYC Giselle steamed like Three Mile Island during a red alert. After Naomi slammed the phone down on her she swore she would meet this super-bitch head on and knock her out.

Naomi pleasured ole TB all night long, then he caught a 7am flight back to NYC. Giselle picked him up and smiled to him, " Hunnee, I know, she fucked you cross-eyed, but you had better have saved some magic spoo for me or I will kill somebody."

TB kissed her and rubbed her pussy softly and then whispered into her ear, " You know you are my girl, right? You were always my girl I was just too stupid to realize it..." ( for you gossip freaks, this was actually a blackberry from the mayor of Detroit to his chief of staff)

Giselle got wet instantly. He owned her pussy, no doubt. And he always reversed the situation and made Giselle believe in his love.

" I want Naomi in the ring as soon as possible..." Giselle resisted TB and then broke down in pleasure as his hand player her lady guitar like a virtuoso while his tongue licked her neck.

TB growled very low into Giselle's ear, " She wants you too. I just want to see a great fight!"

The fight was made a week later by Mr. Brady hizself. It would happen in his garage, with 18 people working the corners, videotaping it and acting as a judging panel.

Naomi entered the ring in leopard skins...dangling from her neck, half showing her abs and one covering her gorgeous pussy. Her boxing boots were even leopard skin. Giselle was in skin tight black lycra tights, tank top and robe made out of towel. She wore ankle high black boots with pirate skull tassels.

The ladies faced off for instructions from TB. He kissed each one as he caressed their pussies, then said, "May the sexiest throw down bitch prevail...fight your asses off ladies!"

Giselle jumped Naomi popping her jab like a snake on meth...Naomi slipped her head to the side to avoid a jab and got popped by the second or third jabs. The bitch could throw and Naomi knew the right hand was coming sooner or later.

BA-YAHMMM!

Giselle connected with a right cross that caught Naomi on the side of the head, stunned her and supercharged Giselle. TB got semi-excited. Just as Giselle seemed to totally dominate Naomi, Naomi whirled her left hook around from down under, it seemed to circle the globe and come around the side of Giselle's glove, SA-WHACKKKK.

The punch gave a loud report that said, "FUKIN OUCH!"

Giselle was stun-founded (dumbfounded without the motor control.) She stumbled sideways, the lights dimming, her hands swimming, the room spinning, Naomi grinning.

" ...3...4...5...6...7- are you alright? What team do I play for?" TB counted over Giselle and when she jumped up at 7 he asked her a question to determine if she had had her clocked cleaned. She was awake and she was angry.

"Lucky punch. I AM OK! The Pats, you sexy dikwad! " Giselle snapped to Tom ansering all of his questions and turning him on! She held her gloves out for him to clean off with his shirt.

At that second, Tom Brady dissolved into the "heather" so to speak...here were two sexy, outrageous, in shape, triple throw-down super minks willing to risk it all over his love. That thought moved him. He re-swore that the winner would get the drilling of her lifetime and new ‘Vette and 6 week vacation in Seychelles Islands. And no, TB didn't have spell check of insure he spelled Seychelles correctly.

Naomi seemed to over-play her hand, her punches went past Giselle as she pushed her into the corner...Naomi set her feet, she saw and opening coming up as Giselle reset her feet. Naomi pawed her left jab out, in a feint. As she drew the jab back, Giselle leaped forward with her right fist flying like an arrow, following Naomi's recoiling left glove. PY_YAMMMMM! Giselle had countered Naomi with an Armageddon punch, it was all she had and it was devastating. Naomi was "Koo'koo'd" and stumbled backwards bouncing into the corner. Giselle skipped forward shaking her left glove in front of Naomi's eyes, then pulling it back as she launched the KRUSHER, a freight train right hand that crashed into Naomi's jaw.

Naomi's head spun in small circle and she collapsed to the mat face first. Giselle danced backwards and snickered, " Who's the tuff-muff now!" TB counted Naomi out and then raised Giselle's fist.

Giselle snarled, " You better fuck me like a champ, Tom!"

TB laughed, " I think I can do that...say, like 5000 times!"