Carly’s special pre-fight preparations

Matt strutted over to his girlfriend. Over to both of his girlfriends, actually. He was still getting used to that.

Anna was shifting on her feet in excitement, grinning and watching Carly’s punches very closely. Imagining her older brother in place of that heavy bag Carly was working. Imagining his face, imagining him DROPPING. Her heart was racing. She was so excited. So thrilled about what she was about to see. FINALLY seeing Carly in action, after all of this build-up!

Carly had worked up a bit of a sweat, hitting the heavy bag for the last fifteen minutes. She paused for a breather, wiping her face with a towel and turning to Matt as he approached. Her bare, rounded shoulders gleamed under the lights of the gym, rising and falling as she caught her breath.

“Well?” Carly asked, her voice a little on edge. It was hard to say if it was from the workout or from the anticipation building in her guts. This was years in the making, and as the time for their fight came closer, it was finally started to dawn on Carly just what she was about to do.

Matt glanced over his shoulder to make sure Billy was nowhere to be seen, then turned back to the girls.

“He’s right where we want him…” Matt smiled. “You were right about that sweet spot, Anna.”

Matt tapped a finger against the ridge of his chin for emphasis. Anna giggled.

“Oh yeah, I know,” Carly purred. “I got a little poke in while we were having our ‘talk’. He MOANED.”

Anna burst out laughing, unable to keep it in any longer.

“Oh my god! You guys, this is going to be SO perfect!” she squealed. “I actually can’t wait. I’m ACTUALLY shaking!”

She was telling the truth. Anna’s whole body was vibrating, and she couldn’t stop bouncing up at down. Her hands were trembling and her smile had never looked wider. You could almost hear the rapid hummingbird beats of her little heart.

Matt chuckled at Anna’s adorable reaction. She was so invested in seeing her big brother go down for Carly. But he only allowed himself to admire her for a moment, before he turned his attention back to the older girl again. There was something he was here to do.

“Now, when he comes back in here, the fight’s going to be on,” Matt said.

He walked around to stand behind Carly, bringing his hands up to rub her shoulders. Carly cooed, relaxing back into Matt’s tension-easing, gentle massage.

“You all ready to go?” he asked her, voice low. His mouth was right by her ear.

“Oh, I’m READY,” Carly purred, sounding confident as can be. Matt chuckled.

“Good. Then-“

Matt stopped, and turned to Anna. The energetic young woman was watching them with curiosity, shifting from foot to foot in her excitement. Matt smiled at her.

“Anna, Carly used to do a little… Thing, for me, to hype me up anytime I had a match scheduled with Billy,” Matt explained. “I mean, she’s wanted him knocked out for YEARS now… So we kind of had a ritual.”

A cute, soft, satisfied moan left Carly, both at the shoulder rub she was getting, and as she realized what was coming next.

Anna nodded, hanging onto Mattie’s every word. She looked totally absorbed in what was happening, as if her clever brain was taking great effort to memorize every moment of this evening in full detail. It was cute how focused and serious she looked.

“I think it’s her turn now,” Matt said. “Feel free to join in once you get the gist.”

With that, he turned back to Carly, and took a low breath. He smiled. Not stopping his massage, he brought his head down to whisper low and deep, directly into his long-time lover’s ear. His voice was smooth, hypnotic, and supportive. Anna’s little heart hammered in her chest as she watched along, listening with bated breath.

“This is it, Carly,” Matt whispered. Carly moaned again, shuddering against his soothing hands. “This is the night you put Billy to sleep. He’s worn out. He’s weak. He’s begging for it. Begging for a rest. Begging for a SNOOZE. All you have to do is hit him on the button… And he’ll be out.”

Anna’s jaw dropped, listening to the unusual, sensual ritual. Had Carly really done something like this for Matt EVERY time…?

“You know it’s time. His time is OVER. He’s lazy. He so fucking LAZY. He’s sleepy. All you have to do is take him out.”

Matt’s words made Anna shiver. She wanted to freeze in place and listen to him forever. But she also wanted to be a part of this moment, and so she willed her body to move…

Anna stepped forward to Carly’s other ear, her heart pitter-pattering in her chest and her whispers tickling Carly’s ear as she followed Matt’s example.

“He’s got a sweet spot…” Anna whispered, sounding mischievous and sensual. “His chin is wiiiiiide open… Girls can box just as hard as boys… You’re BETTER than him… He got worse, and you got STRONGER… All your training, all those workouts, you’re BETTER than him… And now you’re gonna knock him out…”

“I’m gonna knock him out…” Carly’s eyes fell closed and her mouth opened slightly as she basked in the glory of the moment. Matt and Anna whispering affirmations to her, while she just stood tall and absorbed it.

It felt so good to be on the receiving end of the routine she had so often given Matt. Carly was drinking up her lovers’ belief and praise, as her pussy slowly started soaking juices into her shorts. This was everything to her. This was her moment. And her two lovers were right here, telling her how much she had earned this.

She only wished that Coach Luke and the killer milf squad were here to see what happened next. They would be so proud of her. So proud of their little fighting fury.

The two of them continued, whispering words directly into Carly’s ear, allowing her to absorb them and lose herself in the moment.

“He’s weak… He’s slow… He’s easy…” Matt whispered through a smile. “SO damn easy… You’re going to do it. The first person to put him down… You.”

“…Me…” Carly repeated breathily, her lips moving slowly as the weight of the word sank in.

“He’s going night-night,” Anna giggled into her ear, sweet and melodic. “He’s going to fall apart for you, Carly. You’re going to whip that chin until he’s out cold.”

“Mmm… He’s going to SLUMP… You’ll leave him in a DAZE… You’ll abuse that hidden sweet spot until he’s out for the count…” Matt continued.

“Yes… Yes…” Carly moaned.

“My big brother can’t handle you… You’re too much woman for him… He’s going to crash,” Anna was smirking. “He’s going to be destroyed, and you’ll be the first person to ever take him out…”

“Th-The first… I’ll be the first…” Carly moaned, low and deep and real.

Matt smiled, and stepped away, leaving the pre-fight encouragement to Anna from here. After all, there was still one final thing he had to set up before Anna’s plan was complete.

As Matt moved away, Anna eagerly took up the position behind Carly, hands rising to continue her shoulder rub and whispering even more words of affirmation to her new girlfriend. She couldn’t stop herself from pressing her pussy against Carly’s thick, firm ass, just feeling that muscle and power firmly press back. Carly’s ass… The powerful ass that was going to make her big brother’s brain go away for a while. Anna couldn’t hold back a brief cackle, before she controlled herself and went right back to whispering.

“He’s weak… He’s soft… You’re better… You’re faster… You’re better than Billy…” she whispered to Carly, smoothly rubbing her shoulders.

“Better… Faster… I’m better than Billy…” Carly repeated, mouthing Anna’s words and letting them sink into her body. Letting them sink into her soul.

The door to the gym re-opened, and Billy stared at the sight across the gym from him. Anna whispering into Carly’s ear, rubbing her shoulders. He wasn’t sure what his little sister was up to, but he was sure it wasn’t good…

It had been strange outside. Nobody else had arrived. The parking lot was still basically empty. Before Billy had a chance to comment or think further about that, Matt was already talking to him, having quickly made his way over.

“Hey dude. Ready for your match?” Matt smiled, as if he wasn’t completely and totally on Carly’s side.

“I-I guess…” Billy shrugged, still hoping to find a way out of this. But he hadn’t thought of anything yet…

“Nice. Good luck, man,” Matt said. His smile didn’t move and he maintained eye contact with Billy, as he turned his head slightly to the side. “Carly! Billy’s ready to get in the ring!”

Billy’s mouth opened to object as Matt called out across the gym, but it was too late. He closed his mouth again.

Standing in front of the heavy bag, basking in Anna’s ministrations, Carly sucked in a deep breath… And opened her eyes. Revitalized. There was a fire burning behind them. Anna slipped her hands off of the older girl’s shoulders with a giggle, and gave Carly a cheeky little pat on the ass.

“Go get him, girl,” Anna said.

Muscles filled with excitement and power, Carly marched towards the ring to do just that.

Matt held up the ring ropes for Billy to slip under, and step into the ring. As Billy awkwardly moved into the fight zone he had so often dominated, boxing gloves on, he noticed something.

Cameras. There were cameras, set up around the ring. The same kind of cameras that got set up for official, on-the-records fights. The same ones that were connected to the school’s database.

His eyes widened. Cameras. Carly had said something about cameras. In the confusing mess of that locker room interaction, he had forgotten. He was pretty sure these weren’t here earlier. But when had she…?

“M-Matt…” Billy croaked. He gestured out to the cameras as his smug, smiling friend looked up at him with curiosity from ringside.

Matt took a moment to look out around the ring, slowly scanning his eyes across the four cameras he had just set up. There was one raised above each ring post, to capture the fight from four different angles. He smiled, warm and genuine, then turned back to Billy.

“Hey, good idea,” Matt said, intentionally ignoring Billy’s true meaning. “Let’s make this as official as possible. I’ll switch the cameras on. You won’t be able to lie about how THIS fight goes, Carly.”

Carly laughed, genuine and pronounced. Of course, they were always going to record this fight. It had been one of the first things Anna had insisted upon. But Matt taking the opportunity to spin it as a request from Billy was truly inspired.

“Sounds good to me~!” Carly cooed, before falling back into her laughter. Billy looked so damn anxious, and Carly couldn’t help but think back to the way he had frozen up staring at her bare, evenly-tanned ass cheeks.

If she had stunned him THEN, this next part was going to be GREAT…~

Billy winced feeling very sure that he wanted nothing less than for this to be recorded. But Matt was already walking over to switch the cameras on. Once he was done, Matt gave Billy a thumbs up, which Billy met with a non-committal nod, before averting his gaze downwards.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, this was getting bad. Carly had him cornered. She was watching him so closely, looking so damn smug. Matt and Anna stood at ringside, ready to observe this dreaded rematch. He could see from the look in Anna’s eye how she was expecting, hoping, WANTING this to go. And now, the fight would be recorded on the very same cameras that had seen Billy win so many times. The cameras that had seen him defeat Carly, in his very first fight.

He never should have let Anna figure out his secret. If she hadn’t knocked him out… If she hadn’t pestered him to find out who ELSE might have beaten him up…

But that didn’t matter. He was here now. Groggy after getting dropped twenty minutes ago. Having spent all of last night KOed, sleeping off a loaded glove punch from his mom. Physically and mentally weakened, standing across from a girl who LOVED that she had nearly beaten him when they’d sparred.

There was only one way out of this now, and it wasn’t running. It was fighting. Diminished as he was, he would have to fight.

Carly was almost trembling. She just wanted to fucking START already. She had waited so long, fantasized for so long, and she had so much planned.

Carly had instructed Matt to keep the cameras running long after the fight was over. She had some very choice things she wanted to say to Billy, and she wanted them preserved. Preserved on the very same system that listed all of his other, official fights. The system that he had embarrassed her with. That he had ruined her confidence with.

She had waited so long. So long for him to lose. And now it was possible. SHE could make it happen. She WOULD make it happen.

It was finally time for the fight to begin. Nobody was coming to save Billy this time.