Daisy finds Sally and Billy

"Billy...ca...can I leave now?"

Sally had been awkwardly waiting for Billy to say anything at that point. He had been quiet for a while now.

In the last few seconds, the idea of bursting out of this enclosure and making a run for the exit had crossed Sally's mind a thousand times. But the terror of getting punched by Billy's fist again, kept her from stepping outside the closet.

But why wasn't Billy saying anything? She had drained all her strength to finish his 'game', to repeatedly 'punch' him, just like he wished for.

Given the proximity and the overall lack of space, Sally could only properly hit his chin. Maybe he wanted her to target his chest...or his abdomen? She was brimming with self-doubt.

Mustering all her courage, she finally asked,

"D...do you wa...want me to punch you...somewhere else?..."

Sally had already taken several minutes to catch her breath and wait for his instructions, which had given our club champ enough time to recover.

Calling it recovery though, was a bit of a stretch. Sally's clumsy punches had somehow made a buffoon out of Billy. She had drained his vanity and stripped him of his wit.

She had casually taken a huge dump all over his boxing legacy and used him as a fucking toilet paper to wipe her superior arse.

It was just that...she was clueless about it. Sally had no idea how big of a feat she had achieved in that dreadful closet.

"Ugh...j...just...wait...", Billy finally blabbered in response.

He couldn't let her punch him again. It could seriously damage his half-functioning brain. Billy was this close to an embarrassing knockout.

However...

Letting Sally realize what she had done was simply preposterous. His whole image of a boxing champ with an impeccable record would flush down the drain.

How will he explain getting knocked out by an empty-headed cheerleader?

Billy shook his head, ignoring the throbbing in his temple. Somehow, he had to get out of this predicament, without arousing any suspicion. He had to tread carefully.

Billy had already asked Sally to leave once. If he did that again, she would immediately sense that something was fishy.

"...yeah...o...of course...you can hit me...an...anywhere...that's what the g...game is all about..."

Sally noticed a strain in Billy's voice. Why was he sounding so uncertain?

"Billy...are you all right?"

Billy gulped. He was still groggy after the beatdown which must have been reflected in the way he spoke.

"D...do you want to get punched?...". Billy sneered forcefully, throwing on a facade of confidence.

Sally grew pale, her figure turning to stone.

"N...no Billy!... I just thought..."

"Stop thinking...you b...bitch!"

Sally squeezed her eyes shut and ducked as if anticipating a punch.

Nothing happened.

She took a peek with one eye and sighed with relief. Clenching her gloved fist, she shot her arm towards Billy's chest.

*THUMP!*

Billy grinned weakly. It felt like a tickle. He was shamelessly happy with this lousy 'win'.

Sally's arm, on the other hand, was getting numb. Her fist wasn't trained to punch repeatedly for so long, and she was **** to quit. The utter physical exhaustion was taking over.

"Please...Billy...isn't this enough?..."

This was it. Billy could tell she now yearned to leave this closet. And that's what he was waiting for.

"Y...you kn...know what...even I'm fed up with your l...lousy hits...just fucking leave!..."

Sally couldn't believe her ears. Was this nightmare finally over? Was she free?

Tears swelled in her eyes, as she restlessly started pulling the strap of her glove. Freedom was just moments away.

The short patch of silence was abruptly broken by the sound of stifled footsteps, coming from outside the closet. Sally stopped fiddling with her glove as her ears pricked up.

The room grew eerily silent once again.

Though she couldn't see who was outside, Sally guessed the person must have stopped somewhere near the first shower stall. The creak of the shower stall's door confirmed her suspicion.

Although the sound itself was muffled, thanks to the closet, it was clear the person outside had just opened a stall door.

Was the person a boxer? But the club was all empty when Sally entered. Was it Daisy?

In the temptation to find her answer, Sally turned in her place and pushed open the closet door, ever so slightly. She failed to notice that the footsteps had grown louder.

Sally didn't even get a chance to peek through the gap, as the door was yanked open from the other side. The sudden jolt of the closet door startled Sally. She leapt back in panic...

...and smashed her ass against Billy's sensitive bulge.

Billy's groggy head jerked up in shock. He had to muster all his strength just to suppress his moan and not blow his load.

Unaware of his predicament, Sally was relieved and delighted to see Daisy's familiar face.

Daisy had a smug look on her face, enjoying her victory over Sally, as she had finally found her hiding spot.

That was until she realized Sally wasn't alone.

The shit-eating grin on Daisy's face completely vanished as her lips now contorted with shock.

"You...and Billy!...oh my god!...are you two..."

"No!...", Sally interjected, realizing what Daisy was trying to infer.

"But then...", Daisy couldn't even finish her thought. She was genuinely confused.

Sally didn't want Daisy to get involved with this mess. Although a few minutes back, she was desperately praying for Daisy to rescue her, Sally now didn't want her best friend to come to harm, that too when freedom was near.

Billy wasn't even bothered by Daisy's arrival. All he sought was not to blow his load while Sally's buttocks were pressed against his crotch. Even the slightest shake of her arse was making his bulb throb.

Daisy, on the other hand, was enthralled by Billy's presence. This was a fan-girl moment for her. The muscular heartthrob, the undefeated champion, standing right in front of her, in just his tight shorts.

"Look...we need to leave...like right now...I'll explain everything later...", Sally pleaded.

It didn't even cross the girls' minds that Billy was suspiciously silent this whole time.

"Jeez Sally...you need to relax...", Daisy said with a slight frown on her face.

"...and...", she continued, "...I'm not going anywhere unless you tell what's going on..."

Daisy placed her fingertips on her lips and giggled like a child.

Billy was hopelessly trying to divert his mind from Sally's ass ****. His baboon brain had also somehow registered Daisy's presence.

Daisy's body was curvaceous and thick, unlike Sally's lean figure. A black hairband complemented her long blonde-white hair, which in turn accentuated the soft features of her round face. The cheerleader top she sported was stretched across her mammoth breasts.

Daisy knew how well-endowed she was, and hence had a mischievous streak. She wanted to have fun with Billy and this was the perfect opportunity.

"Please, Daisy...don't be stubborn!". Sally was practically begging at this point.

Daisy crossed her arms just below her rack and nodded in disapproval. Why was Sally wearing a boxing glove? And what were they doing together, inside a fucking closet?

Daisy was cursing her luck. Though Sally was her closest friend, at that moment, she was jealous of her. They must have been doing some kinky roleplay, which explained the glove Sally wore.

Daisy bit her lip, as she pictured herself sporting the glove, playfully hitting Billy...

...and sucking his cock.

She needed to capitalize on this moment.