Kimberly auditions to join an underground fighting club. (Picture)

Damien puts Kimberly in touch with the people who run an underground fight club so he could make a killing by betting on her.

Kimberly Grayson

Damien was as nervous as a cat in a dog pen. He had to do something about Kimberly before she wrecked his business. He wished he had never gone to the tennis club that fatal day with his Mistress. I should have known better. Chastising himself had become a regular part of his life lately. Why am I so weak? If I could just control the head in my pants, none of this would have happened. But it did. And Kimberly, the little black mailing bitch. Why did she have to be there that day, at that precise moment. The special door pass to my club seemed like an easy price to pay at the time, to keep her mouth shut to my wife about my Mistress and I. I thought as long as I kept an eye on her and didn't let her get drunk and cause a scene, then everything would be alright. How could I be so dumb? God or the Devil must be working against me.

It's a good thing I stopped the bartender from calling the law when she started that fight. They would have closed me down for good, for letting a minor in my club. OK, OK, enough wallowing in self pity, he said to himself. What do I do about Kimberly? I'm going to lose everything I've worked so hard to get, if I can't find a way to get her out of my hair. Damien's troubles were about to get worse. It had been two weeks since Kimberly had beaten up that asshole in Damien's club, and she was getting restless. Beating up her step brother Cole to get sexual satisfaction, just didn't work anymore. The thrill of danger wasn't there. Cole was to much of a pussy to give her much of a fight. It was time to return to Damien's club and find another victim.

Decked out in her sexist outfit, Kimberly climbed in her little red Mustang and headed for Damien's club. Hopefully, she could find an asshole that really deserved a good beating tonight. She was horny as hell, and needed to relieve her sexual tension in the worst way. Just thinking about it made her satiny skin glow. She couldn't wait to feel her fist strike male flesh. With an evil grin on her full, thick lips, she stepped on the gas and sped up. It was rare in the last few weeks for Damien to be in a good mood. With all his problems, gloom and despair seemed to be his constant companions. But tonight was one of those exceptions. His place was packed, and money was flowing like water. And best of all, his patrons were high ranking city and county officials. It was the Mayor's birthday, and everyone there was someone important.

These people could put his place on the "A" list of dining. The Mayor, County Commissioner, Chief of Police, City Councilmen, and wealthy businessmen from all over the city were there. A good review from them, and Damien would be sitting pretty for the rest of his life. He was floating around the club with a large smile on his face, making sure everything ran smoothly. Nothing could go wrong tonight. Everything was working out fantastically. The important dignitaries were having a great time. They were laughing, drinking, and spending money like it meant nothing to them. Damien was as happy as a lark. He was on his way to becoming one of the elite. And once there, he planned on staying. This was the best day of his life, and he was going to enjoy it to the fullest. The Mayor had asked him for a special bottle of wine, and he was on his way to fulfill his wishes. He skipped across the room like a happy child.

Just as he reached the bar, he looked up as the door opened. Maybe another important business man from the city, had come to join the party. His heart stopped. NOOOOOOO! Please God not tonight, he said to himself. He hurried to intercept Kimberly on trembling legs. "Come with me, you can't be seen in here tonight." He took her by the arm and quickly escorted her to his office. "Please Kimberly stay here, I'll be back in a second." Damien ran out and told the head waiter to get the Mayor his bottle of wine. Then he gave the bartender instructions, to not let anyone disturb him in his office. When he was sure they understood their duties, he scurried back to talk to Kimberly. She must understand what was at stake and clear out, or he would be ruined. Please God, let her have some compassion, he prayed as he opened the door.

"What the hell are you doing dragging me in here Damien? We have an agreement buster and you know what will happen if you don't keep up your end of the bargain." "Yes Kimberly I know. Please let me explain, before you do something we will both regret." "Your explanation better be good boy, or your wife finds out about your adulterous behavior." "I have my reasons Kimberly. Now please sit down and listen." He told her who was there, and why it wouldn't be a good idea for her to stick around. "If they catch you in here, I'll be ruined. I'll lose my license, my club, and my lively hood. With the baby on the way, I can't afford to be caught serving a minor. So please Kimberly, wait for another night to drink, dance, and have your fun." She looked at him and laughed.

"You are such a moron Damien. I don't come here to get drunk and have a good time. Hell, I could do that anywhere. I come here to find assholes like that Travis I beat the shit out of a couple of weeks ago. It's the one place I have, where large, heavily muscled, egotistical men hang out, that need a good beating. THAT'S why I come here dumb ass." "Wait a minute. Are you saying that fight two weeks ago wasn't accidental? That you purposely picked that fight, so you could beat the hell out of that guy because you thought he deserved it?" "Now you're getting the idea dip shit. There's a lot of assholes like him out there, that need their asses kicked. And I plan on finding as many as I can, and giving them the beating of their lives."

"But why? And I guess another question would be, how? I mean, you have a firm body for a girl, but you're only sixteen. That Travis guy was a pretty big man, but I assumed it was just a fluke you beat him up. Or you had kicked him in the balls and beat him while he was incapacitated. How in the world can you beat men twice your size to a pulp?" "Well, I just recently found out myself, that I'm good with my fists. It all started when Cole stole my Mustang." She told him the whole story, while he sat there and listened with a surprised look on his face. "So you see, I need to beat men to get sexual satisfaction. And beating Cole doesn't work anymore. There's no thrill there, because he's such a wimp." "I realised I needed the danger, to have those mind blowing orgasms. I discovered that fact by accident. Cole thought he could get out from under my heel, by hiring some muscle to take me out. So when I beat up that Bubba guy, and had the best orgasms of my life, I knew I needed the thrill of being in danger. That's when you fell in my lap, and we made our little agreement. The rest is History, as they say."

"Hold on a second. Back up. This Bubba guy you say you beat up. Can you describe him to me?" "Sure. Big as a house, about six and a half feet tall, maybe 350 pounds or so, and muscles everywhere." Damien shook his head. He knew a Bubba that fit that description. Back when he had a less then legal life, he ran some pretty shady deals. Once in a while he needed muscle to insure his safety, when dealing with certain people. Bubba, was one of the guys he had used. "You didn't have any problems at all, beating this Bubba up?" Kimberly walked over and grabbed Damien by his lapels, and jerked him out of his chair. "If you doubt my word one more time you little pipsqueak, I'm going to show you first hand what I can do." He looked in her cold green eyes, and fear spread throughout his body. This girl was cruel and dangerous. Then an idea came to him, that could possibly make him a pile of money, and get her off of his back. Yes, this would be perfect for them both. "OK Kimberly I'm sorry, I believe you. Please, let me go. I have an idea that I think you are going to love. It will give you what you crave the most, and you won't have to come here to fill your sexual desires, which will help me keep my business. Just let me go, and I'll tell you what's on my mind."

She roughly shoved him back in his chair, and placed her hands on her shapely hips. "This better be good wimp, because I came here tonight for some action. If one more word comes out of your mouth that I don't like, you're going to find out how Travis felt when I beat him black and blue. Is that clear you little pussy?" "Yes Kimberly, I understand. Don't worry, this is right up your alley." "I saw how easily you handled Travis in here a couple of weeks ago, and he was a pretty big man. And I know this Bubba guy personally, that you spoke about. He's just as big and muscular as you described him, and meaner then a sack full of snakes. Now I know some people from my past, when I was in...shall we say, a different line of work. They run a business that will give us both what we need."

"They run an underground fight club that caters to the type of fans who love to see blood spilled during their sports entertainment. I guarantee you that most of the fighters you would face, will be muscular and very, very big men. These are no rules fights, so you getting sexual release from beating these men, would not only be allowed, but probably encouraged. And you would have a large audience to watch you destroy them. So what do you say?" Kimberly got completely aroused, just listening to him talk about it. This was exactly what she needed. She wouldn't have to hunt for her victims, because they would all be right there in one place. And there wouldn't be such long intervals between her fights, while she searched. This was an excellent idea. "Make the call and set it up Damien, I'm in." "OK, I'll call and set up a meeting for tomorrow." He said smiling. "Great. I'll see you then. And thanks, I owe you one." Kimberly replied.

Damien set up a meeting for 1:00 o'clock the next afternoon. Kimberly showed up at his place, wearing a skimpy pink top and pink pleated skirt, that accented her lovely tan legs. 4 inch pink heels completed her attire. They drove to a warehouse on the outskirts of town. "OK Kimberly, let me do the talking when we get in there. I know how these guys think." "You just get me in the club Damien, or I'll take my anger out on you. I'm sure you don't want that, so get me in." They entered the warehouse, and walked across the large room to a door, guarded by a big man. Kimberly noticed the bleachers that surrounded the inside of the warehouse, and the large steel cage in the middle of the room. "We have an appointment with Mr. Falcone." Damien told the guard. He opened the door and stepped inside. "Damien is here to see you Mr. Falcone." "Fine, let him in, let him in."

She and Damien were ushered in, and over to the desk where the man was seated. "Thank you for seeing me Mr. Falcone." Damien said. "I know you're a busy man, so I'll get right to the point. I have a new fighter for your club, that I think you're really going to enjoy." "If you know I'm a busy man and didn't want to waste my time Damien, then why not bring your fighter like I told you to, instead of the piece of fluff hanging on your arm?" "Believe it or not Mr. Falcone, this piece of fluff is Kimberly. And she is my fighter." The boss man stared at him for a second, and then got angry. "I should have my boys gut you before they toss you out. Now get the hell out of here before I change my mind." Kimberly stepped up to his desk. "Look Mr. Falcone, I know if you were going to buy a new car, you would check it out before paying for it. So at least give me a test drive, before you make a decision."

"A test drive. What the hell do you mean a test drive?" "Let me prove to you that Damien isn't full of shit and that I can fight." She looked around the room and picked out the biggest bodyguard he had. "By fighting him." "You want me to test you out by letting you fight Bruno?" The man asked. "I know it won't be much of a test Mr. Falcone. But with the poor choices I had to pick from, he's the best you have to offer." The man looked at her and chuckled. "I'll say this for you sister. You have a set of balls on you the size of melons." "It will only take a little of your time to let me prove I can fight. So unless you can't afford to be without one of your bodyguards while he recovers from the beating I will give him, then I Don't see the problem." He chuckled louder this time. "It might be entertaining to see if you can back up that mouth of yours little lady. So I accept your suggestion for a test drive."

"Great. You won't be disappointed Mr. Falcone. Where do you want his destruction to take place?" Laughing out loud now, he rose from his chair. "Lets go out to the cage. I don't want your blood all over my new carpet." Damien looked a little nervous when she turned to him. "You alright Damien? You look a little flushed." "He's pretty big Kimberly. I hope you know what you're doing." "Stop worrying you little wimp." Kimberly looked Bruno over as they walked out to the cage. He stood about 6 feet, 5 inches tall, and weighed approximately 340 pounds. He had a solid muscular body, and wide shoulders. His arms were big around, but rather short in length, and his legs were thick and sturdy. All in all, she wouldn't have a problem putting him to sleep. And he should provide her with multiple orgasms before she knocked him out.

One of the men opened the cage and Kimberly strolled inside. Mr. Falcone took a seat on the bleachers and the others sat around him. Bruno stepped through the cage door and removed his suit coat. Kimberly gave him a sweet smile, but his facial expression didn't change. A regular sour puss, she thought to herself. "That's alright big man, you don't need to smile back at me. You're going to be sleeping in a few minutes anyway." The spectators laughed. The big man laid his coat down and turned to look at Kimberly. With lumbering steps, he started toward her like he was going to work. Her 5 foot, 4 inch, 112 pound body began to tingle with anticipation. This was what she lived for. Bruno stepped up and threw a hard right at her beautiful face. Kimberly moved her head to the left and made him miss.

"SMACK!" Her left caught him just above the right eye. "THUD!" She drilled him in the stomach with her right. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Her left flattened his nose and her solid right busted his lip. The big man stumbled back. "You have to do better then that Bruno baby. Or you won't last long in our little fight. Now try again and give me your best shots." Bruno was instantly pissed. Fucking bitch has a mouth on her, he thought to himself. Time to shut it for her. Bruno's big arms began working like pistons, firing a multitude of punches from all angles. Kimberly smiled as she ducked and dodged, weaved and swayed, her perfectly curved young body around all of his pitiful attempts. After evading about twenty punches, she opened her own attack with authority.

"SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Both of the big mans eyes were in pain, along with his jaw and chin. "Nice try little Bruno, but you're just not in the same league that I am. Now concentrate big boy, and try again." That mouth was really pissing him off now. And she was making him look like a fool in front of the boss. That was the worse part. He decided to rip her fucking head off of her shoulders. Kimberly was in her element. Her feminine juices had started boiling as soon as her first punch landed in his face. And they were threatening to boil over all ready. Now this is more like it, she said to herself. I may have to invest in a feminine undergarment company, because I have a feeling I'm going to be buying a lot of new panties. I'll need to replace the ones I ruin by soaking them with my juices.

Bruno went back at her with his big muscular arms pumping like crazy. Rights and lefts with enough power in them to topple a brick building were flying at the blond haired fighter. Kimberly's swaying body resembled a belly dancer, as she moved her well formed hips to avoid his murderous blows. When a slight lull occurred in his offense, she fought back with extreme accuracy. "SMACK..her left jab busted his mouth..SMACK!" The right cross broke his nose. "SMACK!..SMACK!" A right and left hook caused considerable pain to both of his eyes. "THUD!..THUD!" His mid section was softened up a little. "SMACK!" Her uppercut to his chin, snapped his head back and sent him reeling backwards. "Come on Bruno. At least act like you know how to fight. You're making this way to easy for me. How did you get this bodyguard job fighting like a sissy?"

Mr. Falcone and the others, couldn't believe what they were seeing. Bruno was one of the toughest men they knew, and she was handling him like he was a little boy. It just didn't seem possible. Damien on the other hand, was sitting there with a large smile on his face, and dollar signs in his eyes. Kimberly was going to make him a very wealthy man. Bruno had taken all the lip he could stand from the blond haired little bitch. He charged her with murder in his eyes, and a raging snarl coming from his mouth. I know just the spot to bury the bitch when I get through ripping her apart with my bare hands, he thought to himself. No one will ever find her body. Kimberly was on the verge of having an earth quake orgasm. A few more punches and I'll be in orgasm heaven, she thought smiling. Come to mama Bruno, and help me over the edge. She halted his charge with a straight right. "SMACK!" It landed between his eyes and stopped him dead in his tracks. She followed that with three more. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" They ripped into his face and sent blood flying from his mouth. Her orgasm rushed out of her in waves when she saw the blood. Her panties were soaked in mere seconds.

OH GOD! THAT WAS WONDERFUL! Her mind screamed at her. Get me another one quick. Sounds good to me, she answered herself smiling. Coming right up. Bruno was slightly off balance from her unexpected attack, so she pressed her advantage. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" The big mans head was flopping around on his shoulders like it didn't belong to him. Kimberly was close to another one. Her feminine juices were swirling around inside of her like a level 5 tornado. She went to work on Bruno's mid section with sledgehammer punches. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" She heard him groan from the pain, and watched as his chin came down for her devastating uppercut. "SMACK!" Bruno slowly flopped to the floor on his back like a tree that had been chopped down.

Kimberly's orgasm hit her like a raging over flooded river when Bruno hit the floor. It poured out of her in droves and completely saturated her pink panties and both inner thighs. Her built like a brick shit house body shook with the pleasure it gave her. Her toes curled up in her heels, and her fingers tingled like they were on fire. A satisfying moan escaped her pouty lips, and her face was flushed and glowing. She couldn't wait to have the next one. While Bruno was climbing to his feet, she slipped her soaked panties off and threw them in the corner of the cage. Damien smiled when he saw her do that. She must be getting what she needs from beating this guy to a pulp, he thought to himself. That's good. If she's happy with this arrangement and joins the fighting club, I stand to make a lot of dough.

"OK Bruno, put up those pitiful arms of yours and try to hit me again. Try something different this time wimp, because so far you've been awful easy to handle. I would be ashamed if I fought the way you do. It's like I'm fighting with a little boy. Now give me your best effort Bruno, because I'm beginning to feel guilty beating up a pansy ass like you." "Shut your mouth you little blond headed whore. I'm sick of listening to your lip. I'm going to cram my fist so far down your fucking throat, that you'll choke to death on it." Kimberly looked at him and laughed. "Not the way you flail your little arms around you wimp. Hell, I'm surprised you can find your ass with them to scratch it."

Bruno screamed obscenities at her and began chucking body damaging blows to crush the little bitch and shut her mouth. Kimberly decided to toy with him and screw up his bewildered mind more then she already had. She blocked his first two mighty attempts and jabbed him in the mouth. "SMACK!" Two more bone crushing punches were slapped down and her right cross exploded on his jaw. "SMACK!" The next two were easily dodged before she again swatted down two more. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Both of his eyes were swelling up. Three of his were batted down like pesky flies while three of her own connected with authority to his battered face. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Both cheeks were turning purple, and two teeth were loosened by her blows. Bruno was frustrated by his incompetence, and close to tears.

Kimberly could see her plan was working. The look on his face was priceless and he seemed to be about ready to cry. It was working for her too. Her juices were churning inside like a whirlpool, and nearly ready to spew out of her like a geyser. Bruno was winging punches like a man who had been pushed over the edge of sanity. He was slobbering from his mouth, and gritting his teeth. When Kimberly blocked his six heavy handed punches and landed three of her own. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His face ballooned up with swelling, and turned red with anger. He growled like a grizzly bear and lunged at her to take her down. She quickly stepped to her left and grabbed his right wrist. She cranked his large arm around and flipped him to the floor hard. "SLAM!" Still holding his wrist, she planted her pink high heel across his throat and viciously twisted his arm.

"AARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Bruno screamed like a little girl as she brought his arm to the point of ripping it from it's socket. "I'LL KILL YOU YOU LITTLE BITCH! LET GO OF MY ARM OR YOU'RE DEAD!" "Now now Bruno baby. That's no way to talk to someone that can cause you pain for opening your foolish mouth." She twisted his arm a little further to drive home her point. "AARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "See what I mean wimp. Now keep that foul mouth shut until I give you permission to speak." "FUCK YOU WHORE! FUCK YOU!" "I see you are stupid as well as being a piss poor fighter. So I guess I'll have to teach you to mind a superior fighter when she gives you an order." She wrenched his arm hard and it slipped from it's socket with a loud pop. "AARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "MY ARM! MY ARM! YOU JUST BROKE MY ARM YOU FUCKING WHORE!" "You really are a moron Bruno, It's not broken. Now shut your mouth and I'll fix it for you." She got a good grip and wrenched it the other way. He screamed again when it popped back in place. "AARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Kimberly smiled as she released his arm and stepped back. "There you go wimp, as good as new. Now get your ass up so I beat that face of yours black and blue for calling me all those filthy names." Bruno slowly gained his feet, shaking his sore arm and staring at her with hatred in his eyes. He was going to kill this fucking little bitch, if it was the last thing he did. Bruno's ham like fists went back to work, trying to destroy the evil little bitch in front of him. She had run her mouth and made a fool out of him long enough. It was time to put an end to her life, and gain back his pride and the respect of his fellow guards. He couldn't believe it had taken this long anyway. The bitch should be out in the street with her life bleeding out of her, while he was back in the office relaxing.

Dodging Bruno's wild slow punches and seeing the frustrated look on his face, had her female juices bubbling like a witch's cauldron inside of her. It wouldn't be long before they came splashing out, to fill her young feminine body with erotic pleasure. It would only take a few punches for it to happen, and she was ready to deliver them. Bruno missed a hard right and left himself wide open. Time to feel the sweet bliss of ecstasy, Kimberly thought to herself. "Look out Bruno, here I come. You're about to get dumped on your big fat ass." "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" She ripped his face apart with her hard fists, and sent him to the floor like she predicted. "SLAM!" The orgasm blew out of her like a Champagne cork popping from a bottle. It flooded her thighs and sweet honey pot so fast, that it was dripping on the floor in puddles.

OH GOD! THAT ONE WAS FANTASTIC! Her mind screamed. I hope the next one is just as good. "Get your ass up little man, I'm having to much fun to let you sit there and rest." Bruno shook his head trying to clear it, and slowly climbed to his feet. Fear was building up inside his muscular body, and he couldn't stop it from spreading. She had out fought him every step of the way, and he didn't see how he could change that fact. She was to quick, to strong, and he was totally outclassed. He was going to be beaten up by a young girl one third his size, and he couldn't stop her. Kimberly didn't wait on him this time. She needed another orgasm, and she needed it now. She cut through what little defense he could muster, and beat him around the room like a small child. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Bruno's large arms dropped to his sides, making him even more helpless against the dominate young blond. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His thick legs buckled and he collapsed to his knees in front of her.

This orgasm was building up to blow like an erupting volcano. Kimberly decided she needed more then just the thrill of beating him. She needed something special this time and knew how to get it. With him on his knees and defenseless, she lifted his chin with the fingers of her left hand and smiled. Her right fist blasted his chin like an Indy 500 race car at top speed. "CRRRACK!" And sent his upper body flying back to hit the floor by his feet. Before his body started to rise, she straddled it and walked up to step over his shoulders. His body slowly rose up, and stopped when his face met her wet, bare pussy. She locked her ankles to hold his face tight against her, and began to move her shapely female hips up and back. Rubbing against his broken nose and busted lips, she used his battered face to get her off one last time.

Bruno's sleeping body was shaking from her gyrating hips, and his useless muscular arms were flopping at his sides. Kimberly raised her arms and combed her fingers through her blond hair, while she shut her green eyes tight and threw back her head. She waited with excited anticipation, for the mind blowing orgasm that was about to rush out of her with the speed of a shooting star. A few seconds later, Kimberly screamed out loud with pleasure. "YES! YES! YES!" As her feminine juices poured out in gigantic waves to cover Bruno's black and blue swollen face. She came, and came, and came, until she thought there wasn't another drop of fluid anywhere in her well formed body. Finally, she swung her right leg over to stand next to her left and watched as Bruno's sleeping body fell to the floor on his face.

She smiled as she noticed his face was glistening and slimy from her juices. Placing the toe of her pink high heel on the side of his head, she raised her male beating arms in victory. Mr. Falcone and the others, sat there in silence. Not only because they couldn't believe what they had just witnessed, but because each of them was sporting a raging hard on. They had been rubbing their dicks through their pants, while they watched Kimberly humiliate Bruno. When she began to rub her pussy over his badly beaten face, their minds pictured themselves with their face between her gorgeous legs. A few of them had wet spots on their pants, where the precum had leaked out of their rock hard dicks. Composing themselves, they stood and met Kimberly as she stepped out of the cage. Their hardons however, were still evident.

Knowing she had proved her point and couldn't possibly be refused a position in the fighting club, Kimberly turned and walked across the wide room toward the door leading outside. "Thanks for the opportunity to show you my fighting skills Mr. Falcone. Give Damien the details on when I should show up for my first fight." They all watched her perfectly round ass and curved hips like they were in a trance, as she walked across the room and out the door. If they hadn't seen her beat Bruno senseless with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed it. Because watching that very sexy, and obviously very feminine body walk across the room, you would never guess there was dynamite in those female fists. This girl was destined to go far in the fight game, and there was a bundle of cash to be made off of her. Mr. Falcone was already trying to come up with a name for the little fighting warrior. He settled on Killer Kimberly. Because she had killer looks, a killer body, and most devastating of all, killer fists.