"Kaylee discovers a new danger, and the intense humiliating pleasure of defeat"
As it always went, the guy tried to duck in and move towards her. Kaylee retreated slightly and then snapped her long up at his head, her perfect foot with its pink painted nails connecting to the side of his head. It was a perfect kick, what had become known as the "tree feller" and that was exactly what happened to Bruce or Bob or whatever his name was. With a satisfying "thud" he slumped to the mat and Kaylee walked away to one of the corners while a trainer hauled the guy out.
While the brief fight had been going on every eye in the place had been on Kaylee and her opponent. Every eye was hoping she was going to not only be beaten but humiliated too. Kaylee "Kicks" Kellogg was infuriating to them. She was gorgeous, five foot six with long brown hair. She was toned and her small breasts seemed to defy gravity. Her blue eyes were always cocky and disdainful of the male fighters. But worst of all: she fought them and won, and she was getting money for it too.
Every fighter in the gym wished they were as successful as her, and none of them were. She was in their space and did what they did better. It drove them mad. The public hated her too and lusted after her. Websites dedicated to her perfect and powerful kicking feet and legs had popped up overnight. Other websites were dedicated to her humiliation. Kaylee was aware of all this, and even did stuff to fan the flames. She never wore a bra under her thin tank tops. She also never wore panties, but no one knew that.
That night she wore a pink tank top and pair of gray running shorts. She made sure her nails were always painted to rub the salt in the sexist wound: a pretty girl was beating the guys up. Her last ten fights had all ended in one kick each. The same with every one of sparring matches for a few months. She was frankly becoming bored, and she wanted a challenge. She smiled a mischievous smile: "Anyone want to fight me? Winner takes all. No holds barred." This usually got at least one fool who wanted the cred of coping a feel to come and get walloped. Kaylee also secretly liked the danger, no matter how remote, of losing. She imagined the guy would do something like make her give him tongue. The thought of that humiliation gave her a shiver that wasn't wholly unpleasant.
A six-foot five man with skin the color of dark chocolate entered the ring. He was powerfully built and if Kaylee hadn't been so supremely in her ability to be faster than her opponent, she would have smartly left the ring. He moved to the corner opposite hers. "Are you sure you want to do this Miss Kicks?" He said in a deep voice. He was wearing cutoff sweatpants and nothing else. "Fighting me is a sign up"
His question gave her pause for a second, but then straightened up and walked to the center of the ring. She shrugged "I'm sure, sign me up, why wouldn't I be sure? "
"Because I'm going humiliate you and then fuck you silly when you lose."
Kaylee felt herself gasp at his words. For a second, she doubted herself. But then it was gone. "How dare you," she snarled, "I'm going to knock you on your smug ass."
"Bruno the Breaker is my name" he said moving confidently into range, his hands still by his side.
Kaylee smiled, "match over" she said as she swung with her signature kick. The whole gym gasped, and it wasn't because Bruno had gone down. Kaylee stood, stuck in standing split, her right foot an inch from the side of his head, her ankle gripped by his left hand.
"No, it's not over until I say it is," he said and ran towards her his hand still on her foot. He only had to take two steps before the sudden movement made her fall onto her back. He still moved forward but slower. In a panic Kaylee lashed out with her other foot at his stomach, only to have that caught too. He stood over her, her feet in each hand. "Kaylee Kicks," he chuckled as her toes wiggled, and her feet squirmed, helplessly. "Last chance to walk away," he said.
