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by Champagne Jackson

  “Nine AM, Kandi, doll,” he said with a wink.

  Misbehaving

  I had to admit, I was intrigued. Not that Kristoph was able to get a punch in on Joe—definitely didn’t take a Muhammad Ali to do that—but that it had dropped him. Joe could take a punch like few men could and if Kristoph could drop him with a single, perfect shot… There was something there.

  Okay, maybe I was getting a crush. A little one. Kristoph was an asshole but maybe I’ve always kind of wanted an asshole boxer of my own? There was something fierce about him, like a barely contained animalistic quality. Something that he wasn’t showing me. But he was always so giddy, like he wanted me to know.

  But I wasn’t convinced. Just intrigued. And that’s why, at nine the next morning, having closed up the bar at two only a few hours before, I showed up at the gym, wrapped in a sweatshirt. I passed through the doors, nodded to a few regulars who were relaxing by the entrance.

  I had been in the gym several times before and it was usually full—it either had kids from the neighborhood, working the heavy bag or sparring or jumping rope or just playing video games to stay off the street and, if it was during the days, it was full of the kinds of guys who work during the evening and this was the only time they could hit the bags. But this time, it seemed weirdly empty…

  And then I noticed that everyone was clustered in the back of the gym, near the heavy bags. There was a crowd three or four people deep and I took my place, standing on my tip toes so I could see what was going on.

  There was Kristoph McNeil, washed with sweat, working the heavy bag. And god, how he was hitting it. His hands were a blur, two beautiful, red blurs, that collided with the bag and make cracking sounds that sounded like gun shots. He bobbed and weaved like a ballerina, faster than I’d ever seen anyone do that.

  “This guy is a monster,” someone whispered.

  He sure was. I couldn’t help but be a little turned on as I watched him duck and pivot, landing technically perfect combo after combo, sometimes throwing out jabs so quick, you couldn’t even see them—the only way you knew he had thrown a punch was because the bag shuddered violently, even though Kristoph was two or three feet away.

  I hung around till he was done with his workout and caught him afterwards.

  “That was a hell of a workout you put that bag through,” I told him, smiling shyly. Things had changed between us, quite clearly, and he seemed to sense it too. He was calmer, more confident, especially in front of all the guys in the gym.

  “So, are you gonna’ come see me fight? And run away with me if I win?”

  I grinned.

  “Yeah, sure, why the hell not?”

  “Awesome. I’ll put you on the list. Just remember…”

  And now, he dropped his voice conspiratorially, looking around as if someone might be listening in on our conversation.

  “…I’m not like anyone you know. I’m different. Just be ready for that, kiddo.”

  And I thought I was.

  ~

  The bar, which was usually a pretty sleazy place, was even sleazier than normal. It was also packed. Word about the fight and this rookie no one seemed to know had spread fast and people were expecting a blood bath.

  The guy Kristoph was slated to fight, a big bruiser who was probably two weight classes above him, had a reputation for being a dirty fighter. But, of course, now Kristoph had a reputation for being a monster in the gym. But no one had seen him spar—of course, guys had offered to spar with him, partly out of a collegial desire to help a new guy get ready for a fight, and partly because they wanted to see what he could do. But he had refused them all, saying that he didn’t want anyone to know what he was capable of. Fair enough, but still: definitely weird.

  The bruiser arrived first, climbed into the ring, shaking off a silk robe and throwing some fake punches for the crowd. I couldn’t find Kristoph, so I went and bought a drink. I had to ask for a night off from the bar, so this had better be great.

  The spectators in attendance included all types—the hangers-on who liked to come around Sly’s and pretend they were boxers or at least friends of boxers, plus some local businessmen who were taking bets or placing them, and even some more straight edge guys from downtown, eager for a Friday night on the wrong side of the tracks and away from the wife and kids. There were drug dealers and girls looking to go home with drug dealers and there were club kids and other punks covered with tattoos and decked out in leather, chains, and more. And then… There was me. I dressed in a tight, short black dress—something I thought Kristoph might like, since it showed off my legs and, what was more, it was low-cut, so it showed off my tits.

  I got some long, hungry stares as I walked in the door of the bar, so I figured I was dressed just right. Now, the spectators were starting to get antsy and I couldn’t blame them.

  And then he showed up… Kristoph strode into the ring, ducking between the ropes and waving at the crowd with a goofy grin.

  The fight began and almost immediately, Kristoph was taking a beating. He was fast and strong but the bruiser could absorb his punches and keep going, hitting Kristoph with slow haymakers that collided with his gut, since he couldn’t hit the smaller fighter in the face. Kristoph didn’t have a corner man or a cut man, so I rushed over to him after the first round, grabbing someone’s water out of his hand.

  “You’re getting killed out there! Why did you take this fight? This guy’s huge,” I cried, splashing the water in Kristoph’s sweaty, panting face. He glanced at me and grinned.

  “Kandi! You came. You gonna’ run away with me if I win, right?”

  “Sure, sure, I will, but let’s just focus on keeping you alive out there. You’ve got to fight long distance, do you understand? Long jabs and crosses. You’re fast enough to avoid his long blows but if you stand still and try to brawl with him up close, he’ll just break your ribs. It doesn’t matter how strong or fast you are if you’ve got a broken rib.”

  “You know, I knew you were the girl for me when I walked into that bar,” Kristoph said, totally ignoring what I was saying. “Are your bags packed? We’ll have to go fast once I win.”

  “Kristoph, I didn’t pack my bags. What the hell are you talking about? You just need to survive this.”

  The bell rang. He had to go back and fight.

  “Well, I guess we can swing by your place,” he said with a shrug as he stood and went back into the fight.

  This round was different. Kristoph took more hits and now, hits to the head. But they didn’t seem to have any effect. He shrugged them off, as if he had been fighting a child or as if he were getting splashed with water.

  What was more, he seemed to be… changing. His skin was darkening, and he was growing. The longer the fight went on, the faster his transformation went, until he dropped to one knee and… howled.

  When he stood back up, it wasn’t a human in the ring but a giant, hideous wolf creature. Where Kristoph’s face had been was now a long snout overlooking sharp, slobbering jaws. His chest had grown and expanded, covered now with hair. Kristoph’s opponent took a few steps back in shock. So did damn near everyone else in the audience. Someone let out a scream as the wolf creature lit into the bruiser, hurling huge overhand punches that crashed into the poor bastard’s skull. He put his arms up in a futile attempt to defend himself but it was all over all too quickly. He crashed to the mat, twitching and the monster raised its muscular arms in triumph.

  What happened next was a blur. Someone drew a gun and fired a shot into the ceiling. The bullet went wild, hit a light, and plunged the bar into darkness, all except for the glowing neon signs over the bar and the wolf’s red eyes.

  Panic ensued. I tripped over someone and I felt dozens and dozens of feet smash into my chest and gut. I thought I was a goner when I felt a huge, powerful hand grab my arm and force me to my feet. Then, I was swept up into the arms of whatever it was—did I really need to ask? It had to be Kristoph—and off we went, charging through the crowd. W
e burst out of the bar and onto the street, where the spectators were piling out.

  “There it is! That’s the wolf thing!” someone shouted, pointing at us. Someone fired shots at us but Kristoph went off, charging down the street and into an alley.

  I must have blacked out because when I came to, Kristoph and I were in a park. He was a human again and he was shaking me, looking over me with an expression of pure and unadulterated concern on his face.

  “Hey, hey, hey there, kiddo,” he said softly as I sat up. “Are you all right?”

  “I had the weirdest dream,” I said, shaking my head.

  Kristoph laughed and drew a cigarette out of his pocket.

  “Wasn’t no dream, sweetheart,” he said, lighting up.

  “What? It wasn’t? What happened?”

  Kristoph took a long drag off his cigarette before beginning his explanation.

  “This is going to sound crazy but… I’m a werewolf. Whenever it’s a full moon, I can transform into a werewolf. At will. Like you saw.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  He cocked his head at me.

  “You don’t believe me? But you just saw me do it.”

  He had a good point.

  “So what’s your point? You’re a werewolf? So what?”

  “So, I work with a guy who sets up fights for me on nights when there’s a full moon. He sets up fights I couldn’t possibly win. Everyone bets against me, except his bookie. We make a huge profit and split it three ways.”

  “They still pay up, even when they see you smash up a guy as a wolf?”

  “They sure do. Would you want to stiff the guy who’s paying the werewolf?”

  Admittedly, I would not.

  Kristoph gave me a cigarette and we sat on a park bench smoking. I leaned against his shoulder. If he had been injured in his first round with the bruiser, he didn’t show it now.

  “So, what do you do now?”

  “I skip town. That’s how these things work. I skip town, goof off for another month, and then I move on to the next town and fight the next schmuck.”

  In the darkness, I saw his eyes glittering.

  “That’s why I wanted you to run away with me. That’s what I meant. I’m running away now, Kandi. You can come with me or you can stay.”

  Frantic

  And at that moment, I didn’t know what I wanted to do. What was keeping me here? I was living with my older sister at the time: our mom was in rehab and my dad had died when we were kids. I didn’t have a boyfriend and even though I liked working at Sly’s, that wasn’t exactly the kind of job you hang around for life. At least, I didn’t want it to be for me.

  “Yes. Let’s do it.”

  Kristoph’s face broke into a smile. “Really?”

  “Really. I want to grab some things from my house and then we’ll get out of town.”

  ~

  What else was there to tell? I could tell you how Kristoph stole a car, smashing in the window and hotwiring it so we could swing by my apartment. I grabbed some shampoo, a few changes of clothes, left my sister a check for the next month’s rent, and then we were off on the highway.

  But I know what you want to hear about. You want to hear about what happened when we stopped at the first motel we ran into on our trek.

  We got our room and threw our stuff down. I had only just put down my duffel bag when Kristoph’s hands were on me, on my curves, running his palms over my body. You wouldn’t think he had just fought a bruising boxing match by the excitement he was showing, by the way his hard cock was pressing into my ass from behind. I felt his strong body, his hard abs and his even hard pecs, pressing into my back.

  “Well, well, well…” I whispered. “Aren’t you a frisky one?”

  “Guilty as charged,” Kristoph said with a soft laugh.

  “How do I know you’re not going to change into a wolf on me?”

  “Is that what you want?” he asked, teasingly.

  “Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t,” I replied, running my fingers over his chest and belly, feeling his rippling muscles beneath his wife beater.

  He leaned down to claim my lips and it was like a magic spell had fallen over my lips, like my body, my face, my very essence was melting all of a sudden. I melted into his kiss and wrapped my arms around him, pressing my body to his, my curves conforming to the hard angles of his powerful body. At any moment, he could transform and kill me, if he really wanted to. Maybe it’s a little sick but that thought turned me on…

  I slid my fingers beneath his wife beater and pulled it up, over his head, revealing his handsome, battle-scarred body. I rained down kisses along his neck moving down over his chest, over his hard abs. I bit and nibbled along his skin, teasing at his flesh and eliciting soft growl-whimpers from his lips.

  And then, suddenly, he slid his hands under my butt and picked me up. He hurled me onto the bed, my legs going flying up in the air. He spread them and slid his hands along my thighs, sending shivers up my back. I sighed, pressing my hips forward as he hooked his fingers under the band of my thong and began to slide it down. He tossed it to the side and slid a hand up my inner thigh, getting ever closer to my hot center…

  This was crazy. I was hopping into bed with someone I had only just met but somehow, it felt incredibly right. I whimpered as his hand got closer and closer to my pussy and then, finally, I felt his finger tips running over my soft, wet lips, sliding up and down. I sighed and squeezed my eyes shut, leaning my head back and moaning, pressing my hips forward.

  “Oh, god, please!” I moaned, my hips shaking as I groaned. “You’re making me so turned on.”

  “Oh, am I?” he asked, grinning as he straddled me. His lips were on mine again all over a sudden, kissing and suckling my lower lip, tugging it with his teeth as he began to finger me. He slid his long, powerful fingers into my wet core and I gasped, pressing my hips forward, begging for more, demanding more. I wanted it—wanted his fingers, his body, his powerful flesh, all of it, all over me.

  “Please, Kristoph,” I moaned.

  “Why don’t you call me McNeil? That sounds tougher,” he murmured, kissing along my neck. “You know, that’s not even my real name. Neither of them are.”

  “Ahh, really?” I asked, my skin delighting at the feeling of his teeth and tongue along my soft skin. “What’s your real name then?”

  “You’ve got to guess. I won’t just tell you,” he murmured once again, his thumb working over my clit as he darted his fingers in and out of my hot core.

  “Guess? But I don’t want to guess,” I whined, yet again pressing my hips forward, groaning as I took more of his fingers inside of my hot core. I wasn’t a virgin but I also wasn’t a slut. I’d only slept with one guy before Kristoph (if that was his real name…), a boyfriend from back in high school. I hadn’t have a man’s hands on my pussy, let alone my breasts or ass, in a long, long time…

  “Too bad,” he whispered, tugging at my ear lobe as he worked his fingers in and out of my cunt, his finger tips rubbing at the walls of my pussy. I felt myself getting close, deadly close, and I gripped the back of his head hard, my mouth opened wide in a silent scream of pleasure.

  “Rumpelstiltsken?” I asked. “Is it one of those things?”

  Kristoph burst out laughing and the vibrations from his laughter were delicious on my pussy. And suddenly, I was cumming, my pussy spasming around his fingers, my body shaking as I came.

  “Oh, god, I’m cumming, fuck!” I moaned, pressing my hips forward one more time, driving his thumb onto my clit, grunting and groaning as my body felt like it was exploding, my heart beating fast and my legs shaking. It was perhaps the finest orgasm of my life and I was aiming to get a few more in before the night was over.

  Kristoph slid his fingers out of my sopping wet pussy and drew them across my lips. Obediently, I licked and sucked them, bobbing my head on his digits. I wanted to show him what I could do and, more importantly… What he could expect later. I suckled his fingers, swirlin
g my tongue around his digits and working my wet, pink tongue down to the base of his knuckles, my eyes looking up at him hopefully. See how good at this I am? my eyes seemed to say as I licked his digits.

  His fingers suitably clean, Kristoph reached behind me to undo my dress. Down went the zipper and I sat up to slough it off like a snake shedding its skin. Now I was just in a bra before him and I felt weirdly naked, which was silly, since he had just seen my pussy and brought me to orgasm no less.

  I reached behind my back and undid my bra. I held it close to my chest for a moment before letting it fall away, thrusting my chest out proudly so Kristoph could see my tits in all their glory, dark nipples hard with arousal, my flesh pert, perky, and ready for him.