Autumn and Winter
Nikki stared aghast at the tubes and wires connecting Joan’s lifeless body to so many various monitors and machines. Even though Jo had told her what to expect the sight shocked the young fighter. With a broken neck, fractured skull and smashed pelvis Joan was lucky to be alive, but, even if she woke from the coma the chances of walking again were slim, and there was the possibility of brain damage to consider. A nurse appeared and Jo, taking Nikki’s hand, said “Come on Nikki. Joan has to be turned and changed. Let’s go for a coffee.”
The hospital café was closed, so Jo took Nikki to the nurses’ rest room where she fixed them both a drink. A few minutes later they were joined by Doctor Murray. “I heard what happened and, well, I just came to say how sorry I am. I was just finishing and Sister told me you were here Jo” He sat beside Nikki as Jo made him a drink. “I expect Jo has told you all she can, Nikki, but believe me; Joan will get the best attention we can give her. I had a look at Joan’s charts and there is hope! You must remember that!” He looked up at the sound of quiet sobbing from Jo and went to the young nurse and held her. Since learning of Joan’s accident Jo had tried so hard to be strong, using all her training to help Nikki cope with the terrible news. Now it had all become too much for her. Nikki left the room to give Jo and the doctor some time alone, aware of Jo’s feelings for the handsome medic.
Finding a telephone Nikki decided to call Helen. She had a lot to discuss with her management and wanted to see them as soon as possible. Although it was not yet 6.30am Helen was working out in her private gym and took the call on the extension. Curtly she agreed to see Nikki the next morning, not even bothering to ask how she was, just when she would be back in training! Angered at Helens cold arrogance, Nikki said “Joan has had a car accident on her way to see you and is in hospital badly injured. I hope you’re satisfied now!” Helen, a supreme drama queen, replied “Oh Nikki! I am sorry, truly. You two were so close! I was hoping to see Joan sometime soon to try and end our silly feud. It can’t have been easy for you!” Helen smirked as the line went dead!
Returning to Joan’s ward Nikki met Jo and together they confirmed Joan’s identity for the police. The policeman then told the two girls the circumstances of Joan’s accident and where it happened. Nikki was surprised to learn that Joan was heading north towards the M40 motor way, and not south towards Bloxham, as she and Jo had assumed. That could only mean that Joan had already been to Bloxham Manor, and yet Helen had made no mention of this to Nikki earlier! When Nikki remarked on this the policeman wrote it in his note book, but said “There’s really not much doubt what happened. Ms. Coopers car was found in Sar Brook off the North bound lane of the A361. If she was driving south she would have had to cross lanes and turn through 100 degrees! However, we’ll make enquiries.” Jo was as confused as Nikki and felt that Helen Norwood knew more than she was prepared to admit!
Doctor Murray, seeing that both Nikki and Jo were close to exhaustion advised them to get some rest and offered to drive them to Jo’s apartment. Nikki wasn’t surprised that the good looking doctor knew where Jo lived, and smiled at the shy grin on her friends pretty face! “I have my car” Nikki said artfully “but, doctor, you could always pop in for coffee, couldn’t he Jo?” Jo’s face reddened and the doctor coughed with embarrassment! “I was going to tell you Nikki” Jo murmured and Nikki grinned. Doctor Murray took Jo’s hand, holding her close “And Nikki, please call me Keith when I’m off duty” he laughed. It was just what was needed to lift the gloom.
Nikki slept peacefully, undisturbed as Jo and Keith made love. They had all arrived at Jo’s within minutes of one another and Nikki made coffee. For nearly an hour they talked about Joan and subsequent events before Nikki retired to her room. Jo had already asked Nikki in the car if she would mind if Keith “stayed a while!” Nikki was honest enough to admit she was a little envious, but very pleased for Jo!
Thirty minutes after Nikki had gone to her room Murray took Jo’s hand and lead her to her own bedroom. There he gently removed her clothes, sliding her jeans down her shapely, slim legs, kissing her firm thighs as he did so. Jo sighed, spreading her legs a little as her jeans dropped to the floor. Slowly, the doctor eased Jo out of her sweat shirt, caressing her naked breasts and teasing them with his slick tongue till the nipples were hard and swollen. Jo leaned back on her bed as Murray moved his hand along her thigh, his finger tips exploring her moist pussy. Her body craved the release of her emotions and Murray felt Jo shuddering gently in his arms. “Please Keith, please! Fuck me!” she gasped taking his manhood and feeling it quiver and grow as her soft hands stroked and fondled him. Mounting the panting girl, Murray entered her, sliding his full length up her warm, dripping cunt. Jo came with a long, drawn out sigh, all the pent up stress of the last few hours released in a tide of aching pleasure.
Murray lay beside Jo till sleep finally embraced her, holding her warm, soft body in his arms. Then, dressing silently, he left.
Nikki awoke just after noon. Her injured ribs were sore, but she had slept well and was rested. The sound of Jo singing quietly along with the radio in her tiny kitchen told Nikki that the visit from the doctor had done her friend the world of good! Wrapping herself in a dressing gown Jo had given her Nikki went through to the lounge. Yawning, she gladly accepted Jo’s offer of a cup of coffee. “Erm, did you sleep well, Nikki?” asked the young nurse. “Like a log! What about you?” Jo grinned bashfully “Keith and I have been seeing each other for about 2 months. I’d just finished my training as a student nurse and had only been at the hospital 6 weeks when I was transferred to Neurology. Keith was so kind and helpful. He often stops here when we’re on the same shift.” Nikki smiled “He’s a lucky guy, and a bit of a hunk!”
After a small breakfast of coffee and toast the two friends talked about their plans for the day. “After seeing Joan I’m going to drive up to Bloxham to tell Helen I’m quitting!” Nikki told Jo. “After all that’s happened I don’t want to fight for Norwood again or anybody else! Why don’t you drive up with me and see how the rich people live?”
They went to the hospital just after 3 pm. Joan’s specialist, Doctor Khan, told them there had been no improvement, but it was, after all, early yet. Sitting either side of Joan’s bed Nikki and Jo talked as if she was actually awake, holding her hands just as Murray and the specialist had advised “So, do you have a boy friend Nikki?” asked Jo. Nikki grinned ruefully. “No. In the past I’ve been too busy training and fighting, and besides, when I tell men what I do they just assume I’m gay or some sort of freak! To be honest, it’s because of a boyfriend that I started boxing! We had a big row when I caught him with another girl. I wanted to hit him! A friend of mine at the bank where I worked took me to Joan’s gym in order to let off steam! I started sparring, found I enjoyed it and that was it!” Just before 6 pm a nurse arrived to change Joan so Nikki and Jo left. Twenty minutes later Nikki’s little Mini Cooper was snarling up the M40 motorway towards Banbury.
With a hail of spraying shingle Nikki pulled up in the Norwood’s big driveway. Jo was impressed at the size of Bloxham Manor and the Bentley and BMW parked outside the large converted stable which acted as a garage.
James Norwood smiled as he opened the door to the rambling old house, but didn’t seem at all comfortable to see Nikki. Helen though was her usual elegant, confident, assured self! “Hello Nikki, it’s good to see you!” she gushed, but
Jo could see the mockery in her eyes as she continued “And you must be Joan’s niece! Sorry about the misunderstanding at the hospital, but we were very worried about Nikki! Can I get you girls anything? Tea or coffee, perhaps?” Jo had taken an instant dislike to Helen and her deep distrust was confirmed as she watched the woman’s body language and listened to her talk. It was easy to see how others fell under her charm, Helen was a good actress, but close scrutiny betrayed her cruel and arrogant nature!
After some small talk Helen told Nikki that the police had called there earlier that day regarding “poor Joanies dreadful accident!” “I just wish I could have helped!” she said earnestly “but as I told the constable, I hadn’t seen Joan since last week at the hospital. He seemed to think she might have been here before the accident. I told her so many times to get rid of that old wreck she drove, but she wouldn’t listen! I believe the police think the brakes failed.” Jo sipped at her tea and said, coolly, “The strange thing is that the place of the accident and the direction her car was facing meant that Joan was driving away from here.” Helen glanced at the young nurse, her smile still in place but her eyes black with hate! “I expect she took the wrong turning or got lost, dear. She wasn’t from round here, after all!” Adroitly she changed the subject. “Now, Nikki, we need to talk about your future!” “That’s why I’m here, Helen” she replied “I don’t want to fight again. I’m retiring.” If Helen was surprised she didn’t show it! “Unfortunately Nikki, it’s not that simple. James and I have negotiated for you to be contracted to Henry Cobham and his Female Fight Time Promotions in America. It’s a great opportunity for you, Nikki! The experience will be wonderful and you’ll come back a better fighter, I’ve no doubt! You’re good Nikki, but you need to be tougher! But, before that you have a contract with us till next year. You won’t be able to take part in the Champions Weekend obviously, but you should think about getting back in training. I want you ready for our New Years Day event here at Bloxham Manor!” Nikki was angry. “Surely you can’t expect me to just fly to America now, even if I wanted to? Joan needs me here! I’m sorry Helen, but I won’t be fighting for you or anybody else again! Come on, Jo!” With Jo’s help Nikki collected her possessions from the small room she lived in at the old house and put them in her car, then, wheels spinning, they shot off up the driveway.
Helen watched Nikki’s red Mini Cooper disappear, then, turning to James she said “That little bitch will be back, but her new friend is sharp! We’ll have to watch her!”
On the drive back to Oxford Jo expressed her opinion about Helen, warning Nikki that she couldn’t be trusted. “I was so stupid!” Nikki declared, thumping her hand on the steering wheel. “Helen had me wrapped around her little finger but I couldn’t see it. All I was interested in was getting a title fight!” “Don’t be too hard on yourself” Jo said “I’m sure she’s sucked in 100s of others! Now you’ve escaped her clutches what are you going to do? You’re welcome to stop at my place for as long as you like, if you can put up with me and Keith!” Nikki laughed, pleased to have made a true friend in the pretty young nurse “As long as I get my 8 hours sleep I’ll be fine! Thank you Jo, I’d love to stay! The next step is to see about getting a job up here. I might be able to ask my old boss about getting a job with the bank in Oxford!” For Nikki things were looking a little rosier. Living with Jo in Oxford would be fun, and she would be near Joan too!
“We need to find about exactly what Joan’s chances of recovery are! I’m going to the hospital. If the police find out that Joan was here there could be trouble!” Jo’s matter of fact statement concerning Joan’s car had been playing on Helen’s mind, but if Joan never woke up there would be nothing to worry about. Helen knew hospitals were loath to give out information on their patients to non relatives, but she was certain she would learn just what she wanted to know!
Helen’s big Jaguar covered the 40 miles to Oxford in no time at all, arriving there just after visiting time ended at 9.00pm. At reception she asked where she could find the doctor looking after Joan and was told that Doctor Khan, the specialist, was on leave, but Doctor Murray, his locum, was on duty that evening. The helpful assistant then put a call out for him.
Appearing some 10 minutes later Murray took a long admiring look at the tall, well built, attractive woman sitting in the reception area wearing an elegant black dress, knee length and with a low cut neck, her long shapely legs enclosed in fine black hose. After a brief word with the receptionist Murray walked over. It was only then he recognized Helen as the woman he had so recently evicted from the hospital!
Helen got to her feet, allowing her dress to ride up, momentarily revealing her stocking clad thighs. She smiled to herself as Murray’s eyes took in the sight of her tanned flesh above the stocking tops, and knew exactly how to play the tall, good looking medic!
“I’m Doctor Murray. It’s Mrs. Norwood, isn’t it? How can I help you?” Helen batted her eyelashes, and looked demurely towards the ground. “I know you don’t think much of me, doctor, and after the other day I can’t blame you! I really had no idea what had happened to poor Nikki, and for her attacker to be the husband of one of my oldest friends, well, it was too much to believe! I saw Nikki today and everything is fine with us again. I’m so glad! She means a lot to me.
When I took over as her manager I was only too pleased to help! Joan and I haven’t always been the best of friends and I saw this as a chance for us to get us closer again, like we used to be.” Helen collapsed on Murray weeping, her warm, supple body pressed close to his. At a loss, Murray put his arm around her shoulder, but was enjoying the sensation of Helen’s body trembling through the thin material of her dress! “Yes, well,” he stuttered “it must have been a great shock to you, Mrs. Norwood.” Stepping back, Helen gazed at Murray, her eyes bright with tears. “Things have been very difficult for me, doctor” Murray sensed there was something more Helen wanted to say and took her along to the office he shared with Doctor Khan, closing the door behind him. “Now” he said kindly “if there’s anything you wish to tell me, please do so” Helen sat down, crossing her legs artfully, knowing Murray was enraptured by the rasp of her stockings as her legs brushed each other! “I, I, don’t know what to say” she murmured “I have no right to burden you!”
Before Murray could say anything she continued “My marriage is little more than a sham, and then there’s the pressure of organizing our promotions and dealing with agents, fighters and all the other problems! Sometimes it just gets too much for me!” Helen lowered her head into her hands, leaning forwards and giving Murray a generous view of her cleavage! “I don’t blame my husband” she continued “with so many young women around, any man would be tempted. Any REAL man! And now there’s poor Joan’s accident!” Murray coughed, watching the woman’s big breasts as they shook in her lacey black bra! “I wish I could say something which would help, or make you feel better” he said “but unfortunately Joan is unlikely to wake from her coma, but at least Nikki is doing well, and that’s something positive, Mrs. Norwood!” Helen got to her feet, a smile just touching the corners of her mouth. “Thank you, doctor!” she said, breathlessly “and please call me Helen. I’m sure Joan’s in good hands! Now if only you had something in your little black bag to heal my marriage!”
Again she batted her eyes, and, her mouth wobbling with emotion, said “It’s been so long since I’ve felt like a real woman!” Murray’s jaw dropped as Helen pressed his hand against her soft, full breast, her pouting red lips parting to reveal the tip of her tongue. “Despite what you may have heard about me Doctor Murray I do have a heart, and all the frustrations and longings of a woman!” He gasped as her delicate, knowing fingers brushed against the inside of his leg, lightly touching his crotch before moving away. Without even realizing it he was tugging at the zipper on her dress as she kissed him, her slick tongue probing his mouth. Helen’s dress fell to the floor and he deftly lifted her out of it, impressing her with his strength.
Gazing at her voluptuous body in the sexy black lingerie, the doctor groaned as his prick quivered in his shorts. Helen licked her lips and slipped her fingers inside Murray’s zipper, grasping his rapidly hardening manhood, teasing it with her long, sharp nails and stroking it in her soft cool hands! His trembling fingers fumbled with the clasp on her bra but finally released it, freeing Helen’s big, firm breasts which he plunged upon, sucking greedily at them! Suddenly he pulled back. “I, I don’t know what came over me! My God if Jo saw me!” For Helen things had just got even better! The chance of hurting the young nurse by stealing her man was too good to be missed! She smiled at Murray, her tongue running sensuously across her moist lips “Why stop now?” she purred throatily “we both know you want me!” Dropping to her knees Helen took Murray in her mouth, sliding her tongue and lips along his throbbing shaft as her deft fingers played with his balls. The enslaved doctor’s eyes stared wildly as he soared to his climax, all thoughts of Jo vanished as he experienced pleasure unlike anything he had known before!
Helen slipped into her dress and Murray zipped it up, pitifully grateful for the chance just to touch her again. “Erm, can I, I mean, would it be possible for us to see each other again?” he asked, stammering. Helen pouted, her pink tongue sliding across her lips. Well, I’m not sure if we should, but if you really want to!” Murray shuddered. “You’re some woman Helen!” he panted. “Yes!” she thought “and some actress too!”
Cautiously, Murray opened the office door and looked along the hallway. Furtively he crept along to the end, then, satisfied that nobody was about, returned. Helen stepped outside, closing the door behind her, grinning with malice. Her flimsy black bra had been left draped over Murray’s chair, ready to be found by a cleaner, or maybe even Jo!
“How did it go?” James asked as Helen fixed herself a drink.
“Well, we don’t have to worry about Joan. There’s nothing more they can do for her! Also, we have a new doctor who will happily attend the Champions Weekend; Doctor Murray!” Helen kicked off her shoes and told her husband about Joan and her seduction of Murray. James laughed, almost feeling pity for the hapless doctor! “When you’ve quite finished with him dear, I’ll be there to wipe away his tears. He’s just my type!” Helen poured a drink and said “Let’s drink to it! At least he’s better than some of the men you bring home!”
Nikki’s attempts at finding a job were not going well. Her old boss informed her that the bank would be unlikely to take her back as they were actually cutting back on staff, but wished her well, offering to write a reference should she need one. “Don’t worry!” Jo told her “something will come along. I’ll ask at the hospital!” But by Friday, after making payments on her car and credit cards Nikki was seriously short of money. Jo returned to work that day, but shamefully neglected her duties as she made regular visits to Joan’s room where Nikki spent most of the day. “There’s nothing else for it” Nikki told the young nurse later that day “I’ll have to see my contract out with Helen! I’ll have a couple of fights to pay my bills then that’s it!” Jo wasn’t sure, but said “If you think that’s best Nikki, ok, but what about training? You’re not going back to Bloxham are you? I’ve got used to having you about!” “No way!” replied Nikki “but I need a sparring partner and somewhere to work out.” Jo thought a while then said “I have to go! I’m supposed to be collecting some blood samples! We’ll talk about it later tonight. Keith won’t be round as he has some reports to finish before Doctor Khan gets back.”
Nikki heard Jo’s key in the door just after midnight and put the kettle on. Jo came in and sat on the couch, looking tired and bothered. “Everything alright Jo?” asked Nikki as she handed her a mug of cocoa “Yes, I’m fine” Jo sighed “but Keith and I haven’t had a chance to talk all day. He’s been so busy with Khans bloody reports he’s even turned his phone off!” She sipped her cocoa then said “So, what does a sparring partner actually do?”
A week later Nikki started training again, starting with a few easy jogging sessions. Jo accompanied her when she could and soon the two girls were a familiar sight pounding the streets of Oxford. In a brief telephone call to Helen, Nikki agreed to appear at Bloxham Manors New Years Day event in a boxing match but curtly told her she would arrange her own training, though gladly accepting the offer of an advance on her purse!
The furniture in Jo’s small lounge had been moved against the walls giving them a little more room. Jo pulled on Nikki’s huge sparring gloves, giggling as she did so. “Now, promise me Nikki, you won’t punch me on the nose, will you?” Jo found it hard to keep a straight face and was very self conscious in just a pair of bikini bottoms and an old cut off vest. She had always kept herself in shape but felt flabby and out of condition next to Nikki’s toned, sculptured body! In truth, the last few weeks of training with Nikki had reshaped Jo’s body, giving her a supple, athletic figure with a firm, flat belly and sinuous muscle definition. Keith had commented on her sexy new look the previous night, the first time they had slept together in some time!
Jo flinched as Nikki flashed out a left jab, grinning at her friend’s startled expression! “Don’t worry, Jo! I promise only to hit the gloves!”
For the next 20 minutes or so Nikki pounded the big sparring gloves, surprising Jo with her strength and intense concentration. When Jo could no longer hold the heavy leather mitts up they stopped for a break. Breathing hard Nikki leaned against a chair and gulped water from a bottle. Then, handing the bottle to Jo, said “Is everything ok between you and Keith? You don’t seem to see much of him these days” Jo shrugged her shoulders and mumbled something about Doctor Khan and the work load he was putting on Murray. Nikki was sure there was more to it, but said nothing. Five minutes later Jo was once more being pushed around the room by the weight of Nikki’s punches.
After another 20 minutes Nikki was exhausted, the sweat pouring in rivulets down her face. She tugged at her sodden vest, saying “That’s enough for today! I need a shower!”
Sighing as hot water splashed over her sweat sticky skin Nikki started to relax, soaping her body with long lazy strokes of her hands. She trembled slightly as she lathered her breasts, lingering on her turgescent nipples. Suddenly the bathroom door burst open and Jo ran in! “I’m late for work! I’m coming in! Don’t look, close your eyes!” she squealed. Nikki was pushed to one side as the giggling nurse joined her under the shower. There was barely enough room! Seeing the astonished look on Nikki’s face Jo could no longer contain her self, and soon both girls were laughing and splashing water over each other! “I said don’t look!” Jo chided, covering her breasts and pussy! “OK! OK!” laughed Nikki “Let me soap your back and then I’ll get out!” Jo somehow managed to turn around and Nikki poured shower gel over her, working it into a foamy lather. Then she squeezed past, their slick bodies pressing against each other. Jo blushed bright red as Nikki’s breasts slipped across her soap covered back, but as Nikki got out of the shower the young nurse couldn’t resist slyly glancing at her stunning, naked body, admiring her high, full round breasts, slim, taut belly and neatly trimmed pussy. Feeling daring she called out over the noise of the shower “You’ve got a great bum, Nikki!”
Each sparring session Nikki was getting stronger, and so was Jo! One day after visiting Joan, the young nurse asked if she could try on Nikki’s boxing gloves. “It’s time I had a go at thumping you!” she laughed. Nikki laced them on and Jo threw a few theatrical punches, giggling as always to hide her embarrassment. Nikki put on the big sparring mitts and told Jo to slug away! At first her punches carried little impact, but soon Jo had found her balance and began pounding the startled boxer! “Hey! You’re not bad!” laughed Nikki as she felt the full weight of Jo’s fists! Jo soon tired and fell to her knees, panting and laughing at the same time. She looked up with a huge grin, pulling her ash blonde hair away from her face “I enjoyed that! I’d love to try it in a proper ring!”
Nikki had stayed away from the Bloxham Manor Champions Weekend held in September and did likewise at the time of the November Fight Night. She had no wish to see Helen or James until absolutely necessary, and told them so!
On Saturday the 19th of November the Bloxham Manor arena was full as usual and Helen took full advantage of Nikki’s absence! Standing in the centre of the ring she read out the evening’s schedule, then, joined by James, she made an announcement which stunned the packed arena! “I’m sorry to announce that Nikki Martin won’t be appearing tonight due to, er, unforeseen circumstances! In fact, it was my intention that she never appeared here again or anywhere else for Norwood Promotions!” A buzz went round the astonished fight fans! “However” Helen continued “We at Norwood honor our commitments, and as there is no real proof of Miss Martins alleged drug taking,” she paused for a split second, allowing her words to sink in, “we will allow her to see out her contract with us!”
The arena erupted in bedlam, with shouts of disbelief demanding an explanation! James now took the microphone “What Helen has not told you, is that her best friend, Angela Fuller, who, along with her husband Graham is known to many of you, has only recently left hospital after suffering a vicious assault! It’s believed that Nikki Martin had something to do with this, but, again, there is no proof of her involvement as poor Angela has suffered a loss of memory. All we do know is that Graham Fuller was accused by Miss Martin of sexually assaulting her, although no charges have been made and Miss Martin has not repeated the accusation!” Helen and James left the ring knowing that their deceitful charade had worked; the mutterings and rumblings of the dumbfounded crowd the first signs that Nikki was no longer their “darling!” Further evidence came later that evening when a new fighter was introduced. Sarah Mason was 19 years old and looked absolutely stunning! At 6 ft. tall and 144 lbs. she was an Amazon! Her shoulder length blonde hair, startling blue eyes, model girl looks and amazing 36d-28-34 figure were carried with supreme confidence for one so young on long, shapely but powerful legs. Hailed by Helen as Bloxham Manors new hope, the approving whistles and cheers indicated that the fight goers had found themselves a new “sweetheart” but when Sarah’s opponent was announced the crowd gasped in amazement!
Karen Marks climbed into the ring and removed her robe. Topless as usual, the powerful German looked an imposing figure, and the Bloxham crowd couldn’t believe that the new girl was going to face her! Marks had given Nikki Martin a terrible beating in their first fight, and had come close to doing the same in the rematch only a few months ago. Nikki had won what was accepted as being the best fight ever seen at Bloxham. Surely, this young rookie stood little or no chance against the battle hardened German woman!
Karen and Sarah touched gloves and returned to their corners. Karen stared impassively at the tall young woman across the ring, appreciating her powerful physique stretching the material of the modest black two piece outfit she wore. The bell sounded for round 1.
Sarah came out fast, her guard well up, moving lightly across the ring. Karen grunted as two lightning fast jabs pushed her head back and a right hook slammed into her ribs! The power and sheer venom in Sarah’s punches astonished the experienced, tough German who immediately tried to counter, but Sarah took the Germans swinging blows on her gloves and launched a massive left that staggered Karen. Another right crashed into her jaw and Karen reeled drunkenly. The crowd were standing up and bellowing as Sarah drove a thunderous left into the belly of her bewildered opponent, but somehow the Germans experience enabled her to grab and hold, clutching Sarah in sheer panic! The young boxer though was simply too strong! She pushed Karen off, sending her scuttling across the ring against the ropes, and stalked after her. Desperately Karen tried to defend herself as Sarah pummeled her with lefts and rights, uppercuts and hooks, all delivered with a calm, professional poise, amazing in one so young! The bell saved Karen, but she had taken a tremendous beating! Already her right eye was swollen and her nose trickled blood. She gasped as she sat on her stool, looking, and feeling like she had just gone 12 rounds with Lennox Lewis!
Again Sarah was out fast, but Karen moved away, using all her know how to keep the powerful blonde at a distance, measuring her with her stiff jab. Sarah was unbothered by Karen’s ram rod left, and simply walked through it! A vicious upper cut almost took the Germans head off, and as she slumped into the corner Sarah flattened her with a hammer like right! “1! 2! 3! 4! 5!” Karen was up at 7, but her legs were like rubber. A fierce blow to her belly doubled her up and another devastating right put her down again. On her feet at 8, Karen was badly shaken and the referee looked long and hard at her. “Box on!” Sluggishly, the battered German boxer lifted her gloves, ducking her head behind them, with her elbows tucked in tight to her ribs. There was still some 90 seconds left in the round for her to survive! Sarah moved in, hammering at Karen’s arms, then, as soon as the German woman dropped her hands, she went for the head, then the body, giving a superb demonstration of boxing strategy and skills!
Round 3 and Karen knew that unless she managed to hurt her awesome opponent, it would be her last! Her right eye was closing fast and a now she was cut under her left. Attacking with everything she had, the German boxer threw her best punches, taking heart as she rocked Sarah with a tremendous scything left, but the tall blonde took it and came back using her hard, accurate jab to keep Karen away and off balance. Karen’s head was jolted constantly by the pounding rhythm of Sarah’s left fist in her face. A bewildering combination of sharp, punishing blows dropped Karen to her knees and the referee began a third count! Clawing her way up the ropes, Karen somehow got on her feet by “9!” The referee wiped off her gloves staring hard into her eyes before allowing the boxers to continue. It was over in three punches. A left hook sent sweat spraying from Karen into ringside, and she was bent double by another wicked body shot. A shattering upper cut actually lifted the beaten German woman off her feet, and she crashed to the canvas, oblivious to the referee’s count!
“Ladies and Gentlemen! The winner, by knock out after 2 minutes of round 3; Sarah Mason!” The crowd roared, stamping, cheering and calling out her name! There was no doubt now who was the new “darling” of the Bloxham Fight Night crowd! Helen watched with pride as Sarah accepted her ovations from the incredulous full house, none of whom could really believe what they had just witnessed! Her glance turned to the corner where Karen Marks, battered, bloody and decidedly beaten was being attended to by the new ring side doctor; Keith Murray!
Jo was working on Christmas Eve but had managed to get the rest of the festive period off in order to help Nikki prepare for her “come back” on New Years Day. After visiting Joan on Christmas Day Nikki and Jo spent the evening talking, drinking wine and slowly getting tipsy in Jo’s apartment. Joan had made a slight improvement and had responded well to Doctor Khans tests. He explained to Nikki that often the brain would keep a patient comatose in order to protect its self from further harm and aid healing, as was possibly the case with Joan. She could now breathe unaided and her motor responses were very encouraging. The doctor was cautious, but hopeful!
Nikki sat comfortably sprawled on an armchair, her short denim skirt riding high on her legs. Jo was curled up contentedly on the couch wearing an old pair of shorts and t shirt, her feet, like Nikki’s bare. An empty bottle joined the others under the coffee table and Nikki rose to get another. The news about Joan had been worthy of celebration! Around midnight their conversation turned to fighting. Jo had already witnessed first hand while sparring with Nikki her friend’s skill and prowess as a boxer and was curious now about her abilities as a wrestler. Being a nurse was quite strenuous and Jo believed she would have an edge over Nikki regards strength and could therefore beat her, a claim which Nikki said was “bollocks!” “You ought to try moving some of my pashunts about! Being a no is nursh easy job!” Nikki guffawed at Jo’s slurred words “I mean being a nursh is no easy job!” Jo giggled helplessly as Nikki spluttered “You’re drunk, Nursh!” spilling wine down her denim shirt. Jo pointed to the wet patch on Nikki’s breast “You’re the one who can’t hold her drink!” she laughed.
Seeing the spreading stain Nikki started to pull off her sodden shirt but couldn’t cope with the buttons! Jo was in hysterics, tears streaming from her big brown eyes “You can’t even fight your way out of your shirt, Nikki!” she howled. Rising unsteadily to her feet Nikki tried to pull her shirt over her head but fell back in her chair in a fit of giggles before sliding to the floor. With Nikki flat on her back Jo saw her chance! She jumped off her couch and threw herself upon Nikki who had managed to open her shirt. For a moment the two girls stared at each other, then both burst into laughter as Jo tried to pin Nikki’s arms! Nikki easily pushed her friend off and before Jo knew what was happening she was pinned by Nikki! “Now who’s the strongest, Nurse Wilson!” Nikki sat on Jo’s breasts, her knees on the squirming girl’s arms. Jo kicked her legs and bucked but couldn’t move Nikki and after a few minutes of laughing and struggling she was exhausted. “You win! You win!” she gasped, fascinated by Nikki’s breasts hanging naked above her face! Nikki suddenly remembered she had no bra on and quickly got to her feet. “I’ll just go and change my shirt!” she said, her face red with more than just too much wine!
On New Years Eve the hospital allowed visitors to stay and see the new year in with the patients. At midnight Nikki, Jo and another nurse stood around Joan’s bed singing “Auld Lang Syne.” Jo was finding it hard to get in the party spirit, disappointed as she was that Doctor Murray wasn’t there. She had not seen Murray once over Christmas. Her friend and colleague, Emma, had no idea why Jo was so miserable and said “Cheer up Jo! I’ve got some hot gossip! There’s a rumor going round the wards that Keith Murray is having an affair! One of the cleaners found a saucy black lace bra in Doctor Khans office!” Nikki said warily “So?” “Well!” continued the loquacious Emma “Just after old Khan went on holiday Murray was seen with a woman in reception late the next night!” Jo turned to the nurse “What of it? She was probably a patient!” Emma smiled at her friend’s naivety, well known among the other nurses. “Come on Jo, Murray should come with a health warning! Nothing in a skirt is safe with him around! He specializes in young student nurses but isn’t fussy! He tried it on that old bag Sister Jordan before she left!” “ No, it’s not true!” Jo shouted and stormed out of the room! “What’s up with her tonight?” asked Emma. Nikki turned to go after Jo, saying “What do think, Emma? She in love with that bastard!” Emma put here hands to her face. “Wait till the girls hear this!” she thought! Nikki found Jo standing by the coffee machine. The young nurse looked up as Nikki softly called her name. Jo’s make up was smudged and her eyes were red. “The bloody machine’s broke!” she said, kicking it. Nikki saw her friends shoulders begin to shake and went to her, holding her close as she wept.
“I’ve been such an idiot” Jo sniffed as she repaired her makeup. They were in the ground floor wash room where it was quieter, most of the hospital staff helping out on the wards. “I heard the stories, but Keith convinced me they weren’t true, and I believed him, thinking it was all rubbish made up by jealous nurses!” Nikki smiled, then yawned. “I forgot you’re fighting tomorrow!” Jo said, seeing Nikki in the mirror “Come on, you need some rest!”
At that moment the hospital P.A. system crackled to life, just as the two friends left the washroom. “Will Nurse Wilson please go to the neurology ward immediately!” Jo and Nikki exchanged glances then ran to the lift!
At the ward entrance they were met by Emma, grinning broadly and waving her arms excitedly. “Where have you been?” she cried “What’s the matter Em, is it Aunty Joan?” Fearing the worst they followed the frantic girl through the ward to Joan’s private room where Doctor Khan and a nurse were bent over Joan’s bed. At their arrival, Khan turned to them, a huge smile on his round face. “Your aunt is awake, Nurse Wilson!”
Staring up at the white painted ceiling Joan had no idea where she was. Confused and frightened with no recollection of what had happened she lay immobile on the bed, the movement around her blurred and surreal. Encased in a steel brace supporting her neck she was unable to move. Through the foggy haze of her mind sounds began to slowly penetrate; familiar, comforting sweet sounds. “Joan, Joan, you’re going to be all right. It’s me, Nikki!” “Don’t worry Aunty Joan, you’re safe now. It’s Jo!” For ten minutes the two girls coaxed Joan over the threshold of her fear then, faint and rasping she replied “Jo? Where am I? Nikki?” Her fear receding somewhat after recognizing the two girls, Joan relaxed a little as her mind began to focus. Another voice, calm, soothing yet authoritative, eased into her consciousness gently describing her condition, but not mentioning the coma. Doctor Khan knew coma patients needed to be brought back slowly and sensitively, a task he usually allowed relatives to take a leading part in.
For the next 10 hours Nikki and Jo sat with Joan, answering her questions as best they could. Joan could remember nothing about her accident and the events leading up to it! Khan told them that this often happened and had already told the two girls that Joan would almost certainly be paralyzed from the neck down and fielded Joan’s query as to her lack of movement him self, skillfully wording his answer so as not to cause Joan more anguish. Finally, unable to keep her eyes open any longer Joan drifted off to sleep, her pale face peaceful and calm.
Sitting behind his big leather topped desk, Doctor Khan explained the process of Joan’s recovery, giving Nikki and Jo leaflets which would help them understand some of the more technical details. It was Nikki who asked the burning question “Will Joan walk again?” Khan sat back in his chair. “I won’t try to blind you with the technical jargon, Miss Martin. Basically, 2 cervical vertebrae, discs, in Miss Cooper’s neck have shattered, partly due to her previous injury, but mainly attributable to the car accident. Unfortunately, her spinal cord is trapped between these discs and the pressure is causing damage there and to the base of her brain. The brace she is now wearing is protecting the cord from further harm. In short, she shouldn’t be moved from that bed without it.
In time, the pressure from the broken discs will cause irreparable damage!” he paused, seeing the despair on their faces. “However, there is an operation which might safely remove and repair the discs, but it’s a very risky undertaking! There is only one surgeon I know of who has had success with the procedure; Tanaki Josun, probably the finest surgeon in his field!” Nikki and Jo exchanged looks, both uncertain as to what they should say! Doctor Khan continued “I must advise you though that Doctor Josun will only work outside Japan if his, er, terms are met. He doesn’t come cheap!” Nikki had made her mind up. There was no way Joan would want to give up without a fight! “How much are we talking about, doctor?” she said candidly.
Nikki tried to sleep, but was finding it difficult despite her desperate tiredness. Her fight at Bloxham Manor was scheduled for 10 that evening, scarcely 10 hours time!
After a long, tearful discussion, Nikki and Jo had agreed that if Josun was the best they should do all that they could to engage his services! His fee would be enormous, that was for certain, and with Jo’s pay barely enough to cover her bills and herself out of work, Nikki knew of only one other way to get the money. Returning to the apartment she phoned Helen, confirming that she would be appearing that night. “So glad to hear it dear!” cooed Helen “Law suits can be so messy!” Nikki took a deep breath “I’m prepared to sign a new contract too, but on one condition! I need £10.000!”
Helen listened as Nikki explained that the money was to be used as a deposit on Joan’s operation. “You mean she’s awake?” she asked, her voice calm and pleasant, despite her feeling of dread! “Wait just a minute, Nikki!” she said, then, holding the phone away from her and covering the mouth piece, “You fool! You told me Joan Cooper wouldn’t recover. She’s awake!” Doctor Murray, naked and handcuffed, stared from the bed where he was tied. “Don’t panic Helen! This often happens, but the patient’s memory is usually erased as the brain heals its self. Ask if Joan remembers the crash!” Her face black with fury Helen went back to Nikki. “James is as pleased as I am!” she lied easily “can Joan remember anything about the crash?” Five minutes later she put the phone down much happier. “Now, doctor!” she purred “where were we?”
Nikki and Jo arrived at Bloxham some 45 minutes before Nikki was due to meet her opponent. Weeks earlier Nikki had been told that she would be fighting Tina Francis, a 28 year old of limited ability who would give her a decent match but who wouldn’t cause too many problems. An easy come back bout. At Bloxham Nikki was shunned by the other fighters and fight assistants, even by her usual corner man! “You don’t need him Nikki!” said Jo “I’ll help!”
In her dressing room Nikki sat as Jo bandaged her hands then laced on her boxing gloves. Nikki was wearing a new outfit which Jo had bought her for Christmas, a sexy white and gold bikini with high cut bottoms and a plunging top. There was a knock on the door “Come in” Nikki said and Liz Johnstone, an old foe of Nikki’s walked in. Nikki had last seen Liz the night she had been brutally beaten by her, the night Joan walked out! “Hello Nikki. I heard about your injury, and of course poor Joan! I’m so sorry!” Liz had retired after losing badly in a fight for the BWBA title last year. “I just came to wish you good luck” she continued “but against Tina I doubt you’ll need it!” Jo looked up and said “But Nikki’s not boxing her. She’s pulled out injured.” “I’m fighting somebody called Sarah Mason. Ever heard of her Liz?” Nikki asked.
Liz stared at Nikki, her face suddenly white! “Sarah? But she, you, you’re not fighting her, surely?” she stammered. Nikki jumped off the table as Jo finished with her gloves, and threw a few punches in the mirror. “Sarah Mason is an animal!” declared Liz, getting both Nikki and Jo’s attention. “She beat Karen Marks in November, knocking her out in 3 rounds, and she’s not yet 20! She destroyed Karen who was at her best, and you’ve been out for nearly 4 months with an injury! What are they thinking of, matching you up against Sarah this soon?” From the look on the woman’s face Jo could tell she was really afraid for Nikki! “When did you hear your match had been changed?” Liz asked “When we arrived tonight” Nikki replied, a frown appearing on her forehead “Look, I’m here to fight. Tina, this Sarah, it doesn’t matter who!” A call came over the P.A. “Nikki Martin. 10 minutes!”
Nikki entered the ring to a chorus of boos and hissing, not exactly the welcome back she had expected! “I thought you said they liked you here!” Jo said in Nikki’s ear as they got to their corner. Then a huge roar went up as the M.C. announced Nikki’s opponent, his voice lost in the cacophony of sound!
Climbing through the ropes Sarah gave Nikki a casual glance then paraded around the ring. Her long red robe covered her from head to foot, but still she looked formidable! Jo helped Nikki out of her gown, an act which would normally induce whistles and cheers from the Bloxham crowd eager to see what sexy outfit “Fighter Girl” was wearing, but tonight brought only jeers! Perplexed by the crowds hostility towards her Nikki watched as Sarah slipped off her robe. Accompanied by raucous, thundering cheers the powerfully built blonde sashayed on 4 inch heels, dressed in a startling black micro bikini little more than strips of material tied together to cover her nipples and pussy! Jo’s jaw dropped at the sight of the daunting blonde girl; tall, muscular and beautiful. “F,Fucking Hell, Nikki!” Jo stammered
“She, she looks, AWESOME!”
“Ladies and Gentlemen! In a change to this evenings program please welcome, in the red corner, at 144lbs and standing 6 ft. tall, Norwood Promotions latest sensation; Stupendous Sarah Mason!” Jo had to flinch as her ears were bombarded by the deafening crescendo of noise! “And, at 124 lbs. and 5ft. 4 inches tall, making her return to Bloxham Manor after injury, Miss Nikki Martin!” Nikki’s introduction was met with more jeering and somebody even threw a program at her which hit Jo!
At the bell for round 1 Nikki was out fast, hoping to catch Sarah cold. She darted in and landed two quick jabs and a solid looking shot before skipping away again. The blow to Sarah’s body was like hitting solid wood! Up on her toes Nikki weaved and ducked as Sarah patiently stalked, her long, powerful legs covering the ring effortlessly. Another jab pierced Sarah’s guard but she didn’t seem bothered, not even when Nikki side stepped and struck her with a tremendous left hook spraying sweat from Sarah’s shoulder length blonde hair. A right cross and a straight left also found their targets, but the big blonde paid them no heed.
So far the round was Nikki’s but she had failed to hurt Sarah. Methodically the big blonde girl tracked her fleet footed opponent, finally maneuvering Nikki into a neutral corner. Sarah’s punches ripped into Nikki who staggered under their ferocity and power, even though she took most of them on her gloves, but one crushing right hand drove deep into her belly, the sickening “thud!” of leather on tautly muscled flesh echoing around the arena! Nikki’s lovely face was contorted in agony and she sagged, her knees buckling. A crisp short left wrenched her head back. Then the bell rang.
Jo had watched proudly as Nikki danced around the ring using her superb skills to keep her opponent off balance, whooping in delight as Sarah was caught with jabs and hooks, but the last few seconds had terrified her! Trapped in the corner, Nikki was dwarfed by the sheer size of the big blonde and looked small and helpless as she was pounded by punch after punch. The body shot which seemed to drive Nikki through the corner post had actually made Jo sick! She quickly wiped her mouth and cleared up the mess as Nikki hobbled back to her corner. “Well done Nikki! That showed her!” Jo trilled, trying hard to sound confident, but her eyes betrayed her! “She’s strong Jo, bloody strong!” Nikki panted, her breathing painfully difficult. Jo did her best to help, sponging her fighter down and rubbing her arms and legs, and hoped it was enough!
The second round began with Nikki using every trick she had learned to give her extra time to catch her breath, ignoring the boos and hisses as she clung on shamelessly, frustrating Sarah. Each time the referee pulled them apart Nikki was warned and finally she was stripped of a point, but at least she had been able to recover!
Round 3. Nikki was off her stool and moving again, her jab flicking into Sarah’s face as she confounded the younger girl with her foot work. Sarah’s own jack hammer left jab was falling short as Nikki kept skipping and dancing, but for how long? A hard left clipped the younger boxers jaw but she shrugged it off grinning. The excited crowd was yelling at her to go after Nikki and she didn’t disappoint them! Ducking low she swept in under Nikki’s jab and threw a vicious uppercut that slammed into her right breast! Moving up fast from her crouch Sarah fired off two successive left hooks which thumped into Nikki’s recently healed ribs. Nikki gasped, her gloves dropping and Sarah slammed her right fist onto her chin! Nikki wobbled and tried to hold but now Sarah showed off her own foot work and speed, spinning off and pounding Nikki with bewilderingly fast hands! “Do her, Sarah! Rip her tits off!” the crowd screamed.
Nikki’s head was slung to one side as a big left mashed her ear and she teetered drunkenly. Jo looked on horrified as Sarah pushed Nikki into her own corner and let fly! From all angles Nikki was pummeled as she slumped back against the ropes her gloves hanging uselessly by her side! The arena gasped as their former favorite was sent toppling out of the ring! “1! 2! 3!” Nikki was sprawled backwards over the bottom rope, her hair trailing down the side of the apron. Her skimpy top had ridden up, exposing her breasts to the seats at ringside. Somehow she hauled herself back into the ring by “8!” her mouth hanging open and her gum shield lost. Seeing this, the referee called out to Jo for another, giving Nikki’s swimming head a chance to clear. At the signal to box on Sarah stood in the centre of the ring, beckoning Nikki to come to her, drawing bravos and hurrahs from the delighted crowd! Nikki though, shuffled away, hoping just to survive the round! Terrified for her friend, Jo had never felt so helpless as Sarah ambled forwards, picking Nikki off with her thumping jab and pushing her around the ring like a child. Sweat sprayed as Nikki’s head was flung to the side by a thunderous right and she crashed onto the canvas! The frenzied crowd rose as one. Surely it was over? Nikki lay sprawled out on her back, her left knee raised, her sweat soaked body still apart from the twitching of her right leg! “4! 5! 6!” but at “7!” she dragged her battered body to her knees before the bell ended the count.
Sarah stood in her corner with her arms raised, accepting the rapturous acclaim from the enthralled arena, ignoring Nikki as she staggered into Jo’s arms and slumped on her stool. “Don’t carry on with this, please Nikki!” implored Jo, her eyes brimming with tears. Nikki’s left eye was an angry purple swelling and blood trickled from her nose. Her belly and ribs were covered in bruises as were her forearms. “Please Nikki, no more! She’s too big and strong! She’s hurting you. Please stop!” But Nikki shook her head, her pride unwilling to let her surrender on her stool. Through her swollen mouth she gasped “Not yet Joan! One more round, one more!” Jo screamed out for someone to help her get the fight stopped, scared at her friends rambling! No one listened.
The bell rang and Nikki climbed off her stool. Sarah came out from her corner on her toes, looking as fresh as when the fight began in glaring contrast to her leaden footed, weary looking opponent. Two solid jabs whipped Nikki’s head back and her breast spilled out from her bikini top as a stunning blow exploded right on the nipple! From somewhere deep inside Nikki dredged up the last ounce of her reserves, catching a surprised Sarah with a wild looping roundhouse right which rocked the blonde back on her heels! But, with the crowd screaming, the tall blonde came right back, launching a devastating counter attack! Nikki was hurled across the ring into the ropes near her own corner as Sarah set out to finish the former “Golden Girl” of Bloxham Manor.
Nikki lurched under Sarah’s assault, desperately trying to fight back but having nothing left. From ringside Helen had watched Nikki’s destruction, imagining her own fists pounding the over matched girl, a feeling of ecstasy as each blow thudded into Nikki’s gorgeous, sexy body! Draped across the ropes, totally drained and exhausted, Nikki lifted her head, almost inviting Sarah to finish her, her lank hair plastered over her swollen, bruised and bleeding face, but her eyes blazing defiance! From the corner Jo saw the final crushing blow as if in slow motion as Sarah’s black gloved fist swooped down, down and down, the force of the punch distorting Nikki’s battered features into a mask of pain as it tossed her head violently to one side, whipping sweat from her matted hair over the ring side seats. Nikki slumped as her legs collapsed from under her but her arms remained caught in the ropes. Like a broken puppet she hung there before slowly sliding to the canvas, out cold!
Immediately Jo rushed into the ring, pushing the startled referee aside in her frantic haste to get to her friend. Nikki lay stretched out on the canvas, her breasts flattened beneath her, unmoving. Jo quickly placed her in the recovery position and shouted for a doctor, checking Nikki’s pulse and gently splashing water over her face. “Please be alright Nikki! Please be alright!” Jo chanted like a mantra. “Where’s that fucking doctor!” she screamed “We need help here!” Then, to Jo’s heartfelt relief Nikki opened her eyes. “I’m ok Jo, I’m ok! Just take me home, please!” Jo wept with the sheer pleasure of hearing Nikki’s voice. “Oh, thank you God, thank you!” she sobbed, cradling Nikki in her arms. From behind came a voice, almost lost in the bedlam of the ring. “Let me through, I’m a doctor!” Jo turned to see Murray pushing through the throng with Helen, a contemptuous sneer on her face!
Nikki has taken a bad beating, but her pride suffered most!
Who is Sarah Mason, and could Nikki beat her?
Nikki and Jo need money to pay for Joan’s operation, and Nikki will do what she must to get it, but will Jo let her?
The Next Chapter is Coming Soon!
