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"You can't run off, and hide in the corner like this Red. No foxy ever made a name for herself with all this hissing and consternation." Indecent admonisthment cooed over a stubborn shoulder. The day all but in the books, Erin had chased her workout warrior into the corner. The last two rounds of pad work had left the brunette very pleased with her feisty British brawler.

"Hissing and what...? Yah can't be serious!" Dynamic waves of hedonic temptation clawed and scratched as Sylvia bulldozed them back into their cage. "How's this-... ohhnnn-...S-SST-STOP that!" Internal strife - along with copious amounts of blush - plagued the fighter with the fiery mane. She was there to become a serious pugilist. Yet, she fought tooth and nail against most things foxy when they showed up in her ring. "Thissssssssssssss-..."

"There's that hissing. We do have options. You could go train as a pro and never worry about your pepperoni slices being fondled and constantly licked and kissed. The door is... thataway." A groping left hand pointed to said door before resuming its prior engagement. "OR... you can shut the fuck up, tilt your head, open your mouth, and enjoy a little one on one time with your favorite brunette in the whole-wide world!" A concupiscent, sapphic kiss killed the words.

"Icantvshtofyoushake-..." Protest she must, but that too died down. Dulcet moans were interrupted with wanton panting. Keeping her backside to Erin, Sylvia refused to turn around.

"Much... better. Someday we can trade places and I'll hiss at you." One kiss to a freckled right cheek and an eye-popping smack to her fighter's best asset; the heat broke, Erin retreated. "Let's hit the showers. You can hiss all ya want after you've got your mouth inside my love-garden."

"I won't do any such thing!" Conflict was just part of the vitriolic puncher's personality. Bare feet stormed after seductive sable boots. "What about my gloves???"

"Have to follow me into the showers if you want them taken off."

"GGGRRRRRR!!!" The growling came to a halt when Erin roughly slammed the redhead into the white tiled wall after she'd entered the shower stalls. "What now?"

"I don't mind fighting you every step of the way. Makes it fun. However, the faster you embrace your foxy, the faster you become a far more dangerous boxer. Gloves?" After stripping them both to their birthday suits, Erin guided Sylvia under the hot water. Turnabout was fair play as Erin's shoulder blades crashed against the cool white surface. "Yes?"

"Better fighter huh? You play a strange game, Erin Milanna." The water running between their naked bodies was partially rerouted when the British pugilist glued their chests and hips together. Fearless, smoldering brown eyes stared into those cool pools of blue.

"Eskimo kiss?" Sylvia's posture perplexed the Malibu native. She's open and pressing into me. Yet, I feel like we're racking up. Their noses met, but only hers moved. "No?" About to give up, her partner's lips skimmed her ruby borders with a provocative smile. Hovering, titillating breaths beat on Erin's face. "She's thinking about it. Still thinking... don't overheat your processors."

"I'm not overth-... MMMMMNNN!" A high-pitched yelp echoed off the tiled walls with mouths smacking together. "Sssssstop... do-... doing that!"

"Stop denying what you really want, and we won't have this problem anymore. Turn around and scrub up you pervert!" Erin covered her breasts and tried to hiss at Sylvia, but ended up consumed by her own laughter.

"Maybe if we get some food in your mouth that will shut you up." Sylvia said over her shoulder while suds fell from her rich mane of red. "I train harder in the showers than I do in the ring."

"There's a good reason for that!" Shockingly, the training recommenced.

"NNNNNOOOOO!!!" It certainly wouldn't be the last strident objection the showers would overrule.

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More foxy fun between Erin and Sylvia. Training for the Underground is a much deeper, far more invasive (and pleasurable) undertaking when compared to the 'all work and no play' environment of a professional gym.

Erin © Me
Sylvia © TangledSyntax