Billy is backed into a corner

Billy had had enough. He stood up from his seat, frustrated, and turned to glare down at Julia. Trying to ignore her incredulous expression of disrespect and pity, as she looked right back at him from where she sat. He knew she was thinking less of him by the moment.

“H-Hey, fuck you, I’m not ‘worthless’. Why don’t you shut the fuck up and try-“

“Excuse me?” Julia suddenly snapped, her face growing dark. “What did you say to me?”

Billy wasn’t deterred by her change in demeanor. “I said fuck you! I-“

Julia stood up quickly.

“Come here,” she said, cold and stern as a he took a menacing step towards him. Despite himself, Billy automatically began to back away.

“W-What are you-?” Billy began. And once again, his confidence was gone.

“Come. Here,” Julia repeated, her gaze firm and hard as she marched him down. Backing him towards Kiara’s office door. “You think you can talk to me like that? Just because I said you have a weak chin? But it’s true, isn’t it?”

“H-Hey, stop- don’t come any clo-“

“Show me your chin! Come on, tough guy! I want to see it!” Julia pressed, marching forward fast enough to make Billy’s heart race with irrational panic.

“Get AWAY from me, you crazy bitch!” Billy shouted.

“BILLY!” A voice sounded loudly from behind him, as Kiara angrily emerged from her office. “What do you think you’re doing!?”

Billy spun around, instantly relieved by the sight of his busty therapist - and then instantly distressed by the angry look on her face. Had he upset her?

“I- I- She was just trying to-“ Billy fumbled to explain, pointing back towards Julia.

“ENOUGH,” the redheaded milf cut him off. “I’m in the middle of a session. I need you to keep it down. Give her your chin, Billy.”

Billy blinked a few times, processing the words. “I- Wha-? What do you…?”

“GIVE her. Your. Chin,” Kiara repeated, sternly. Billy’s eyes widened with disbelief.

“Y-You don’t mean…?”

“NOW, Billy.”

Billy gulped. He searched Kiara’s stern face for any mercy or sympathy, but found none. After a moment of hesitation, he turned to the older woman beside him, slowly lifting his head to present his chin to her. Julia’s eyes glittered with glee.

“Woooowww…” the rich blonde smirked, studying his outstretched chin. She reached out, tracing a fingertip along its edge, drawing a shudder out of Billy. “It sure LOOKS like it would be hard to crack…”

“I-It is…” Billy shuddered to get out. “It’s impossible…”

“Why don’t you take a swing?” Kiara asked from across the room, almost sounded bored. “He’s really nothing to fear.”

Billy’s eyes widened with panic.

“H-Hang on, that’s-“ he turned pleadingly towards Kiara.

“PRESENT her. You’re CHIN,” Kiara growled. Gulping again, Billy slowly turned his head back to the smugly smirking milf before him, his wide eyes desperately begging her amused half-lidded gaze for mercy. Chin stuck proudly in the air, right out towards her.

“P-Please, I-“

“You’re a boxer?” the woman cut him off. Billy paused for a moment, then nodded hesitantly. “Alright,” she shrugged.

With that, the woman pulled her arm back and rocketed a fist forward right towards his outstretched chin. It made impact, knocking the powerful champion’s head to the side, and shutting his fucking lights off. With the way he’d been sticking his chin out, the impact was near perfect. Impossible for him to beat. His champion chin had gone up against a bareknuckle, untrained, nooby milf punch - and come up short.

All his training… All his skill… All his toughness… None of it mattered. He was out the second that milf’s shitty punch crashes against his outstretched, exposed chin. Utterly silenced, Billy flopped over pathetically, falling backwards to the floor of the waiting room. He landed with a dull thud, and made no move to get up.

“Oh my!” Julia was astounded. Making fun of him was one thing, but actually SEEING him drop to the floor… Actually putting him to SLEEP, feeling that impact tremor all the way through her soft arm…

What a rush!

The woman who had just slept a so-called boxer smirked down at his sprawled, lazing body. Unmoving. Unthinking. Silent, and still. Pacified on the floor.

“Oopsie…” she smirked. “Your chin quit…”

“I apologize for him,” Kiara sighed, shaking her head. “Such a rude boy…”

“Yes…” Julia agreed. “He’s much better when he’s like this.”

She couldn’t take her eyes away from staring down at his limp, splayed, ruined body. In the silence of the room, low buzzing rumbles could be heard faintly escaping his lips with each steady outward breath. What a sleepy young man he was. His chin greedily drinking up punishment from anybody who would give it.

The plump rich blonde didn’t even understand what she had just done. Not really. She didn’t know who he was. How deep his reputation ran. That slumbering athlete was feared by the boxers of his club, unbeatable and unbreakable, but here… He was just a jobber to some random milf. Knocked the fuck out, right in front of his therapist, deep in dreamland. Out cold from a fake-nice, opportunistic milf taking a shot at his “weak chin”.

“I’ll be getting back to your son’s session now, Julia,” Kiara said simply, a small smirk on her face as she stepped back inside and closed the door.

Julia stood above Billy, marvelling at her own hand. That dainty little hand. Alone in the large waiting room with the muscular stud, slumped out cold at her feet.

Had she really just done that…?

He wasn’t getting up. He was down and OUT, baby. He STILL hadn’t moved.

Pleased with herself, and buzzing with satisfaction, Julia turned and strutted over to a seat against the nearby wall. Billy just kept sleeping on the floor, right in Julia’s line of sight. Unmoving. She didn’t take her eyes off his crumpled form for a moment. Sitting elegantly and studying his bulky arms, his handsome features… His chin. All from a leisurely distance.

What a fucking rush indeed.

Billy only began to stir much later, after the session had finally wrapped up. He found himself slowly coming to just as the bitch who had KO’d him was leaving with her son.

“Guuuhhhhh…” he groaned in confusion, barely processing Julia disrespectfully stepping over him, as he groaned back to life.

“Chhht. Freak,” she sneered, on her way out the front door.

“Hey, dude… Are you alright? What the fuck…?” Julia’s son asked, confused by the sight as he followed his mom out of Kiara’s office.

“Don’t mind him. He’s just some fraud I knocked out,” Julia said, dismissively.

“M-Mom?” her son asked in confusion, looking back and forth between his mother and her… Victim?

“Ooohhhhh…” Billy groaned, interrupting the pair. “Muh-My head…”

“Oh yes, your head, your head, your poor fucking head.” Julia pouted at him mockingly, and rolled her eyes. “See you around, chinless wonder.”

With that, she lowered her big fashionable sunglasses from atop her healthy blonde hair, to cover her eyes once more. Then she threw her handbag over her shoulder, turned, and walked off, her high heels clicking as she walked out of the waiting room.

Julia’s son stared down at the groggy legend for a moment, moaning and groaning as he lay there on the floor.

“Fuck, man… You’re a mess.” he said with a shake of his head. “My MOM knocked you out…?”

The young man took in the embarrassing sight for a moment longer, then hurried off after her. He obviously didn’t want to get on her bad side today. Out he rushed, leaving Billy woozy on his back, slowly coming to on the floor of the waiting room.

“Are you going to come in for your session, or not?” Kiara asked, peering out the door to her office at the sprawled form of Billy. “Pick yourself up and get in here, would you?”

Deep in a confused fog, Billy managed to stagger to his feet, and stumble through the office door, where he collapsed into his seat. Smiling, Kiara calmly walked around to the other side of the desk, and took her own seat much more gracefully. It was several moments before Billy gathered himself and spoke, breaking a silence that Kiara was happy to let linger while she studied the struggling athlete.

“Wh-Who was that…? Why did you let her-“

“Oh, be quiet Billy. That was Julia, and she’s been going through a difficult divorce recently. Not to mention her son striking out every time the opposition’s cheer team shows him some attention… She needed the win, simple as that.” Kiara said, leaning back in her chair. “And frankly, you needed the loss. You’re still too cocky. We’ll have to change that.”

Billy nodded quietly, unsure he liked what he was hearing. He tried to push any thoughts of Julia out of his head for now.

“Now then… That makes it only a few minutes since you last got slept by an older woman. Oh, you’ve got a bit of drool here,” Kiara said, pointing to her chin. Embarrassed, Billy quickly wiped it off on the back of his hand. “Since it’s so recently that you got your shit rocked, let’s check your dick, and see how it’s reacting.”

“I, uhh…” Billy began, but never finished. Kiara reached across the desk with a finger, and tickled under Billy’s chin, making him lift it involuntarily. Once again presenting his chin to a dominant milf. His face burned red with shame.

Kiara began tracing her finger around it in small circles, peering over her desk at the seat of Billy’s pants and watching for a reaction. She got one, as an obvious bulge grew in the front of his pants.

“Mmm… I see. You still like being defeated, don’t you?” Kiara purred, with satisfaction.

“N-No, I-“

“Shhhh…” she hushed him, and pressed a finger to his lips. “It’s okay… That just means we need to have another session.”

A dangerous smile spread across her lips as she pulled her finger away. Billy’s heart was pounding.

“A-All of this… It’s to help me, right…?” Billy asked, uncertainly. “You’re… You’re trying to help me get better…”

Kiara smirked. She took one of the heavy, soft globes of her chest into her hand and lazily bounced it up and down, enjoying the way Billy’s eyes couldn’t help but follow the movement.

“Of course, darling. Of course I am,” the redhead said, squeezing her immense breast with satisfaction.