Chelsea vs Janet Bikini boxing

Janet was hitting hard with no intent to stop and Chelsea knew that if she couldt act now she would be pushed back and overwhelmed. She refused to make it easy for her, in fact she would deny her if she could by taking her down AGAIN which would really take her down a peg. Her fist connecting with Janet brought asmile to her face as she was gald to halt her momentum but then she was surpised by the quick response from Janet who buried a fist of her own into her side.

"Uuufff!" Chelsea screamed out as she flinched a little trying to adjust to the pain, a slugfest wasn't her best option right now but getting Janet to fall back was. Gritting her teeth she would try to tag Janets chest with afew shots to keep her at bay while she started to move to the side and get some spacing to stay on the defensive.

Janet hit Chelsea hard in her side, but that did not slow the redhead down enough to give Janet a nice, open shot to the girl's face. That was what she would need if she wanted to knock Chelsea down and even the score. The number of punches to her body that it would take would be much, much greater, and as much as Janet enjoyed pounding on Chelsea's tummy, the face really was a much more exciting target.

But Chelsea kept on fighting back. After taking that blow to her side, the redhead winced and appeared to be hurt, even letting out a scream to let Janet know that the hook had had an effect. But Chelsea would come right back and attack Janet again, as the brunette prepared to move in on her opponent and keep on pounding her. Chelsea sent a quick combination to Janet's chest, flattening her breasts and bringing her to a sudden halt. "Uuoogh..." Janet groaned, delayed just enough for Chelsea to dance to the side and keep her defense up. Janet huffed and put her fists up again.

"Get back here!" she would insist, bouncing forward to follow Chelsea, throwing a jab every few seconds to make sure to keep Chelsea uneasy.

Janet must have been fueled by some serious sense of revenge, she had never seen someone get knocked down after such a slugfest and get back up like it didnt faze her, having to keep backpeddaling was proving problematic as all it was doing was making her retreat and tring her while allowing Janet time to recover and set herself up as the attacker. As much she didnt feel ready she would hsve to go in and face the music if she wanted to win.

"Dont worry im not going anywhere." She said as she moved around Janet making her duck or back up as she went for her head. Chelsea also sent in a few jabds herself to keep her from charging in before deciding to make her move. Taking a big step forward she would try and go for aright hook to Janets face to get a solid hit in. Well aware how open this made her to a similar attack.

Chelsea danced away, and Janet came right after her, as fast as she could, delayed by only a second or two by the punch she had taken. The brunette was still not at a hundred percent, but right now she didn't have to be, as Chelsea remained on defense and did not put her foot down and try to come at Janet head to head. The former Entropy titleholder was feeling better with each passing second as the grogginess of being knocked down was put further and further in the rearview mirror.

Chelsea weaved to the side, maneuvering around Janet's flying fists and then throwing a few punches back at her. Janet put her gloves up as those jabs came in, forcing her to take a moment away from her attack to make certain that she was not about to be taken down by an unexpected punch from her otherwise defensive opponent. She pivoted to face Chelsea, and moved forward with a sudden step as Chelsea abruptly decided to try to do the same. Janet would throw a hard right hook, one which she hoped would hurt as much as the right hook which hit her in her face, rubbing her cheek a raw red, temporarily, and making her whole jaw ache as her head snapped to the side and she stumbled, her knees bending slightly.

But Janet spread out her legs and braced herself, not about to go down again. She hoped that her own punch had hurt Chelsea as much or more as that had hurt her. If it hadn't put Chelsea on the canvas, perhaps, at least, it had left her vulnerable. "Urgh..."

Chelsea was not in a good spot right now as she was mostly just trying to survive which in this kind of match was basically losing unless Janet wanted to just trip over her shoelaces. She needed to go for something big or else suffer the consequences. Her efforts came down to her going for one good right hook that would hopefully floor her or keep her back, only to see Janet went for one as well that she couldnt dodge.

Low and behold it nailed her square in the face and knocked her head to the side, amking her stumble back and forth before simply falling forward and leaning into Janet, wrapping her arms around Janets shoukders too dazed to do much but hold on for dear life. It wouldnt take long for the brunette to follow up so Chelsea just looked up at her and smiled sadly. "Guess I better pucker up huh?"

Once again, the two girls, redhead and brunette, hit each other at the same time, with brutal right hooks which mirrored each other almost perfectly in trajectory and power. The hook that hit Janet snapped the former Entropy champion's head hard to the side, forcing her to take a very uncertain step back as her legs wobbled, threatening to buckle underneath her and cause her to fall to the canvas for a third time in the match. She came very close to it indeed...but, with a hard swallow, Janet would endure the stinging in her cheek and let her dizziness die down. It took a few seconds, but she stabilized herself again and pulled back up to her full height.

As soon as she got her feet underneath her, Janet suddenly had nearly two bodies' worth of weight to deal with, as Chelsea, unable to keep her balance, fell into Janet, wrapping her arms around the Lakota's shoulders. She hadn't completely fallen, but she had clearly conceded the fact that she would. All Janet had to do was make it official. "Yeah, and I'll let you choose where, too, so start thinking about that. But we need those knees down on the canvas first!"

Janet didn't want to be too brutal with a clearly bested opponent, and so she would try to bring a glove around underneath Chelsea's arms, then make a quick jab at the other fighter's chest, hoping that it would push her off just enough to force Chelsea down to her knees to make the fall official.

Chelsea was breathing heavily and her entire body hurt, her legs felt weak and her arms struggled to grip onto Janet. To say nothing of how sore she was it was clear to her she was in no condition to keep going without a break, finally neaten Janet threw the finishing punch into her chest and kncoked her to the floor, the blow catching the side of her bob and making her drop her arms and fall.

The minute her legs werent standing anymore they had no desire to get back up, the ref was counting a little slower then when they both originally got knocked down, Chelsea wasnt sure why but it did give her more of a break before around the 5 count she tried to get up, making to her feet at 7. Finally up the ref mentioned she needed to pick a body part and then got closer to check, Chelsea figured she wanted to do more then that but made no comment on it. "Alright well to go with something different how about this." Chelsea lowered herself so her hands were on her knees and her face was at chest level with Janet, closing in she gave Janets clothed breasts a long kiss. Occasionally sucking on them a little a tried to make it as enjoyable as possible for the brunette.

Janet caught Chelsea in the chest, as lightly as she could afford to, and the force of the blow sent the redhead to the canvas at last. Janet had a knockdown that she could celebrate, now, and she would smile, putting her arms up and flexing for a moment for the cheering crowd. They were all knotted up, and the brunette sure as heck wasn't going to stop there. After she got her kiss, she was going to go to town on Chelsea again, picking up right where she left off.

First, of course, came that kiss, which Janet had given Chelsea permission to pick the location of. "Anywhere at all!" Janet would chirp, as she brought her arms down and put those blue gloves on her hips. Chelsea stood up, and Janet would keep her eyes on her foe's face as the girl made her way over to her. Chelsea then bent down and pressed her face into Janet's blue bikini-clad chest, her lips taking in a generous portion of bikini-covered boob as she not only kissed the tan orbs, but sucked on them some, too! Even through the fabric of the bikini, Janet could feel Chelsea's mouth working, and as her bikini became dampened with saliva in that spot, a shiver went up her spine and she bit her lip.

"Oooh...oh, gosh," she would moan, blushing. "Did not expect this...mmn."

Janet basked in the glory of the knockdown with some poses for the cheering fans while Chelsea tried to recover but once she was up she wasted no time in presenting herself. Well Chelsea never one to do things in half-measures made sure she went all out o whatever target she kissed which luckily for the brunette ended up being her lovely chest. By the sounds of it Janet was taken by surpise which only made Cheksea smile as she continued.

Her lips were all over the girls orbs as she planted kisses wherever she coukd turn her head and spent a good amount of time focused on the brunettes nipple that she sucked on through the fabric of the top to tease her, all while basking in the brunette's reaction a she did so. She would have done both but she was sure that was against the rules and this seemed to work for her just fine. Instead she kept up her passionate attitude, ending it with a long kiss as if she was making out with a lover before pulling away. "How was that? I was going to go lower but I decided not to be too direct on the first date, maybe next time." She teased Janet before the ref moved in again, her face flushed. "Please separate again so we can restart." She said impressively calm despite her face showing none of the confidence as Chelsea complied.

And here Janet had thought that this would be one of her less sex-focused matches. Chelsea had pulled a fast one on her, playing coy and modest at the beginning of the fight and during their initial kiss before pulling out something like this...oh, gosh, she wasn't just kissing and sucking on Janet's boob in one place, but was moving her mouth all over it, letting her lips run over both bikini and bare flesh, slurping and licking and generally making a mess of Janet's chest. The brunette was used to sexual matches, but the way she had been taken by surprise made her a little more sensitive to these ministrations. Her face was a deep red and she had to bite her lip to keep herself from moaning again by the time Chelsea pulled away. Both of her nipples were hard, too. And one of them was very nearly bursting out of the top of her bikini, as the kissing had pushed the cups around and out of alignment.

"Mnnn...that wasn't too bad," Janet would say, managing to keep her voice from quavering more than a little bit. She laughed and shook her head as she reached down to pull her bikini back into place on her chest. "No, I hardly suffered at all."

When the referee instructed them to separate again, Janet would take one step back, her legs shaking very slightly as she did. She still felt good, and, as she thought about getting back into the match, she felt the adrenaline begin to push away some of that arousal. A match which stopped and started like this was always bound to confuse a human body, of course, but Janet was a veteran, and she could adapt. She pounded her blue gloves together and took a deep breath.

"Ready for some more?"