It’s finally time

Karen took him out of Selena’s room and into the second-floor corridor of her house, leading him away from Selena’s range of hearing. Billy didn’t like this. Karen looked a bit too smug.

Once they’d reached a distance that Karen deemed sufficient, she turned. She looked down at Billy with a superior, smug gaze, and crossed her arms under her chest. Billy stood awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot, waiting for her to say something. She let him wallow in his discomfort for a few seconds before she finally spoke up.

“I saw you collapse just then,” Karen smirked, her crossed arms pushing up her magnificent tits.

Billy’s eyes shot up to hers. She had seen that last sparring match? He thought she wasn’t around that time. His face flushed red, as he remembered each intimate detail of how he’d let Selena get the better of him both offensively and defensively.

Karen leaned forward, her large breasts hanging down gorgeously as she brought her smiling lips closer to Billy’s ear.

“You’re starting to /lose/, aren’t you Billy?”

Billy gulped, and averted his eyes. That knockdown might have been fake, but his look of shame was anything but pretend. Karen had hit the nail on the head. Even if he was just faking the stumbles, the wooziness, the knockdown, it was all the same. It all gave Karen more control over his life. All Billy could do was stare at the floor and wait for her to continue.

“I’ve seen that look before,” Karen leered, enjoying his ashamed expression. “Yes, yes I have. You’re not as good as her now, are you? She can finally knock you out.”

She leaned in closer to whisper that last part through smiling, crimson lips. A shudder ran down Billy's spine. Her tone was dripping with superiority and absolute power.

Karen leaned back, loving the way he shuddered and failed to meet her gaze. This boy was so brow-beaten now. Speaking clearly, with all the confidence in the world, Karen finished her point.

“I think you two should finally have your little match at the club tomorrow. Don’t you think so?”

Billy’s eyes shot up to hers, sudden fear overpowering his embarrassment.

The club’s exhibition day was tomorrow. It was supposed to be a day where he got to shine. A day where all the club members got to show off their skills. Getting KO’d on exhibition day would be far worse than any other day. Far worse than anything Billy had in mind when he'd agreed to this.

He had hoped to fake the KO during a random training day at the club. Play it up like he wasn't taking her seriously, act a bit too overconfident, and let her get a “lucky hit” in that slept him. It would be embarrassing, sure, but at least it wouldn't be so public. Just a handful of witnesses, then rumors and stories. But exhibition day? That would be a different story.

Everyone would be there. Everyone would see him fall. Everyone would see him lose his belt, lose his perfect record, and get knocked out, all by the anti-social girl who only joined the club a few months ago. His mom, his sister, his friends… They’d all see him lose to a girl. They’d all see him knocked out. Oh, god, Anna would be especially insufferable after that. After watching her big bro boxer get flatlined by some nobody, by some girl. Knocked out cold, sleeping off his defeat in the middle of a crowd-surrounded ring. His boxer friends would be hard to face, as well. And the worst part was, he would have to hear everything. Every little word of the crowd's shock, astonishment, mockery, and praise, as he lay in the center of his ring and pretended to sleep as an out-cold loser. The moron who lost to Selena.

But if he didn’t… They’d all see him lose to Karen. Between having his milf KO photos leaked, and losing to someone who at least looked like a skilled boxer, there was only one choice. So, with a nervous gulp, Billy agreed. He would fight Selena at the club tomorrow.

This would be it. Unless he could get that phone tonight, he was done for. His fate was sealed, and his future was ruined.

Karen leaned back, satisfied with his answer. The boxing club's exhibition day was the perfect event to show off how wonderful her darling little princess was. It couldn’t have been any more perfect if she’d tried.

“Good~” she cooed. She loved having this arrogant young athlete so totally under her thumb. Wrapped around her pinky finger without a hope of escaping.

With that, she left him standing there, to go and get the groceries. Billy watched her as she left, calling all of his willpower to try and not stare at her swaying ass, so he could at least maintain some dignity. He failed. Karen was just too enticing. Even with that bitchy, controlling attitude… Or maybe, because of it. She had an inescapable allure, and aura that Billy could just smother in, and he hated it.

Karen was so confident that her dainty little daughter was actually the better boxer, it pissed him off.

Billy told Selena the news when he returned to her room. That they were going to have their fight on exhibition day. She was over the moon, happily bouncing around her room in excitement.

“Wow! This is awesome!” she gasped in awe. “I knocked you down, you’re staying the night, AND we get to fight at the club tomorrow? Eeeeeee!” she squealed.

“Yeah, it’s great…” Billy murmured.

Selena slowed down for a moment, her heart beating fast in her chest.

“I’m sort of nervous…” Selena said, as the full reality hit her. A lot of people would be looking at her. She never knew what to do when people were looking at her. But she put on a brave face, and managed to bring that bright smile back. “Watching you sleep tonight will give me the confidence I need, though!”

This girl really had no social etiquette.

“A-And maybe I’ll get to see you sleeping again tomorrow, sensei,” Selena giggled.

They were finally going to fight in front of everyone. Billy was devastated. Selena was giddy. Even if she didn’t win, just having Billy publicly be with her would be everything. She couldn't believe her luck.

But before then, there was still the rest of tonight. And both Selena and Billy wanted to make good use of it.