Haley, 'The Hitter' Lester, took her punches her arms raised up over her face her opponent trying to punch Haley threw her guard. Despite the sweat running off her forehead, she was remarkably focused, dodging away from her opponent until she saw an opening and jabbed out striking the girl she was facing in the toned flesh of her stomach. She dropped her right arm slightly, enough for Haley to strike out with her right hook, angling her body slightly to bring her left arm to parry the defensive blow away.
The bell rung and Haley stepped back, falling against the ropes, pulling her red gloves off, dropping them onto the floor outside the ring.
"You dropped your guard again, any amateur could have got ya" her coach protested climbing into the ring, handing her a face towel. She wiped it over her head, patting it down her chest and the exposed flesh of her legs.
"I got the girl, no way she could have got me" Haley replied, hanging the towel over the rope and climbing under the top rope, jumping down onto ring side. Mick, Michael climbed out after taking the towel from the ropes.
"That's not the point, if you wanna beat Chan for the title you'll have to keep your guard up" Mick said pausing as Haley turned staring at him. He shrugged before realising he had taken a few steps into the changing rooms of the gym, one of few places that was still strictly male/female divided. Mick nodded and walked away shaking his head.
Haley grinned, gripping the edge of her grey top and pulling it up over her chest, her breasts falling free. She dropped it on the tiled floor, running a hand down her flushed skin. She may have been a beginner but the girl had really given her a work out. Old dickless had been right, Haley thought smiling slipping her black Nike shorts down her moist, sticky legs, flicking them with her foot onto her grey sports top.
She walked into the shower block, turning the old grey handle. The hot water fell down over her skin, Haley angling her head back slightly letting it wash the sweat and grime off her body, 3 hours of boxing pouring away. She pushed her hand through the air, feeling a few knots in it. Not that she cared to much for her physical appearance, people either accepted her or they didn't, but she had kept her hair, her feminine self, her mother had said.
"Oh sorry, I'll use the next one" a voice said. Haley turned. The 'amateur' opponent stood, a towel rapped around her body.
"Why?" Haley asked turning, her hands on her hips.
"Your, your using thee, er, showers" the girl said.
"Fair enough, only other shower block is next door, but hey if you wanna shower with the guys, then good on ya babe" Haley said turning back, reaching for the shower gel and squirting some onto her hand, massaging it onto her chest.
She heard the towel drop saw from the corner of her eye the girl step in, her arms across her chest before she reached out, trying to turn the handle. It didn't budge, and the steam from the hot water didn't help. She dropped her other arm and tried shifting it around but it wouldn't move.
Haley grinned and leaned over, angling the head slightly and turning it easily until a warm jet of water sprayed down. As she turned back, she felt her fore arm brush against the girl's right nipple, and turned, realising she was still dripping gel from her chest onto the tiled floor.
The girl smiled and squirted some gel into her hand, moving it over her arms and stomach, washing it away, now also turning her head up and feeling the water bouncing off her neck. Haley turned, raising her right leg and letting some water wash over her thigh, feeling the points where her shorts had been rubbing against her skin, slightly red and inflamed. The water was nice but she would need some cream.
As she lowered her leg, her eyes spotted the bruise starting to form on the girl's stomach, a result of Haley's fists.
"What?" the girl asked, naturally raising her hands over her body.
"The bruise, sorry" Haley said, looking down as she rubbed some gel into her left thigh, slightly soar as well. The girl stared at the boxer.
Why had she let her mum talk her into this sport? She was tough, tougher than most of the kids in her block but there other sports, why boxing? Still, she had taken her lessons from this fight with the girl, and would remember how the girl had lowered her guard slightly. In the ring, this girl had been a bitch, not now, not standing so vulnerable in the shower rubbing her thigh.
"Are you okay?" Jenny asked stepping closer to Haley. Haley turned, her left leg stilled raised. She lowered it and turned, leaning on it and showing the red pressure soars to the girl. Jenny crouched and took the gel from the boxer, squirting it onto her palm. She moved it over the area of skin, cupping the falling water down over until the boxers thigh glistened, red, but clean, fresh.
As she stood, her eyes past over the brown tufts of hair around Haley's vagina, naturally long and brown, bubbles from the gel caught up in them. She pulled her eyes away, an action not missed by Haley.
"You ain't no fucking dyke are you?" Haley asked closing her legs, tightly, until she felt the red soars and loosened them a little.
"No, no. My coach told me though to keep my pubic hairs shaved so the sweat doesn't get trapped between the inner thighs. Might help with your soars" Jenny said standing, looking away and returning to her own jet of water.