Sex Fighting League Ch. 12

I woke up in an instant and panicked. It was the perfect storm. I did not know where I was. I did not know how I got here and I did not know who I was with. I could sense someone else in bed with me and as I became fully aware of my surroundings I could feel their body heat. I tensed my whole body as I went into defence mode. I could feel that I had been penetrated and the signals from my body confirmed that my bum had been used as well. I tensed tighter. Had I been raped? My half-asleep brain had not recalled the previous evening's events yet where I had forfeited the cum race and then got butt fucked for my generosity. "You are okay," I heard Rachel say from behind me in a soft tone.

I snapped my head around and looked at her. The fear and vulnerability in my eyes were obvious and her expression warmed when she saw it. "You are safe, nothing else happened." She would have experienced the same reaction before and knew what I needed to hear. As my brain accepted I was safe it went back to recalling last night's events. I remember being ordered to bed and resisting as there were still people at the after party and I always felt obliged to stay until the end. I remember being overruled and then nothing.

I rolled to face her and smiled at her. "Sorry. Did I pass out?" I asked.

"Pretty much," she replied. "Long day. Medically you are fine though. Just exhausted."

"Thanks," I said as I cuddled up into the luxurious duvet that surrounded me as I snuggled into it. "Why am I here?" I asked as I looked around to check. I wasn't in my room; I was indeed in Rachel's.

"You refused to be alone," she said.

"Sorry," I said with a smile as I realised I probably ruined Rachel and her husband's plans. "Where is your husband?" I asked as I realised he wasn't there. That would have been weird if he was.

"He got booted out for you," she said with a warm smile, "A much better swap."

"I am sure that is a lie," I replied. I rolled onto my back and stretched the sleep out of my arms and legs. "I am a nightmare to sleep with."

"You do wriggle a lot," she said, "But you don't snore. So that is a vast improvement."

I managed to crack my back and relaxed my legs a moment before they cramped. I could feel the duvet against my bare nipples and the nudity continued right down. I wriggled my hips slightly to confirm, but yep, I was fully naked. I started to lift the duvet, but Rachel slapped it down with her hand and a smile. "Yeah, the hotel is useless," she said, "I am also naked."

"Cool," I said glancing at her and then lifting the duvet again. She didn't stop me this time, but she was lying on her side and curled up, so there was nothing to see even though I could see that she was naked. I let go of the duvet and rolled onto my side so I was facing her. I looked at her for a few seconds until she took the hint and she rolled onto her back. She lifted her arm for me and I cuddled into her. I rested my hand between her breasts and for a second I considered taking advantage, but I felt myself dozing instead.

"Thanks again," she said. "You had me you know. Easily. I was done."

I know that she was, but she did not sign up for that. I did sign up for that and it just felt wrong in the moment to make her cum in front of everyone. My ass this morning though was questioning my generosity. The morning after anal sex feels weird. At least it was only a strap-on and semen was not involved. "No worries," I mumbled back. "Dick move to fuck me up the ass though."

She laughed. "That was a long way from an ass fuck. The audience wanted it and you didn't seem to mind too much."

I opened my eyes, looked up at her and smiled when she looked back at me. "Yeah maybe," I replied, "Generous amount of lube."

"Even so... you pushed back a lot more than was required," she said softly as she gently stroked my side while I cuddled into her. I just shrugged. Couldn't argue with that. Anal is weird. When asked directly it is usually a polite no thank you, but when it is happening I probably enjoy it more than I would admit to myself.

When the conversation ebbed I felt myself start to doze off again, but when she spoke I woke up again. I was gently stroking my fingers across her breastbone, nothing sexual, just a comfort thing for me. Probably really annoying for her, but she didn't complain or stop me. It was quite the opposite and as I was gently tickling my fingers across her skin I could hear her breathing stutter a few times as well as a few extended exhales as well. I looked up at her and she looked back at me. She grinned and bit her lip as I just smiled back at her. I gently stroked my hand across her breast and I felt how hard her nipple was.

I nuzzled into her and gently kissed the side of her neck. She moaned in appreciation as I flicked my tongue across the sensitive skin on her neck and behind her ear. I was just about to start to slip my hand lower down when the door chimed. It was her husband. I just retracted my hand and rested it back between her breasts again. "Er, yeah. Come in," she said as she remotely unlocked the door for him. I am fairly sure he would have had access to the room as it was his room initially anyway. It was just me who had gate crashed.

"Now that is hot," he said when he came in and saw me cuddled into his wife.

I grinned at him. "Wanna join us?" I teased as I made sure he could see me cuddle into her and nuzzle against her neck.

"No he does not," Rachel said with a laugh.

"It would probably kill me," he mumbled as he took in the sight of us together. He could see nothing at all. We were a bundle of duvet and nothing more. Our rough shape was obvious beneath the duvet, but the duvet was very thick so any and all detail was lost. All he could see was my head on her shoulder and her head. "Please tell me you are both naked."

"None of your business," Rachel said before I could answer.

I grinned at him and then at Rachel who just rolled her eyes. "We are both naked," I admitted with a grin. His eyes flashed with interest at that revelation as he was not expecting us to be naked. I did wonder if this counted as cheating. Judging by both of their relaxed attitude I am assuming not, but it does raise an interesting question of where that particular line is.

"Seriously? How come?" he asked. His eyes were all over us underneath the duvet. I watched him look at all the usual places you would if a girl was naked.

Rachel shifted her weight slightly and I lifted my head off her shoulder. She rolled to the side to switch off the alarm that had just started that she must have set last night. In doing so she dragged the duvet across with her. I could have held it to stop it, but I was on my side and curled up, he couldn't see anything except my bum and the side profile of my naked body. I let the duvet slip over me as I lay on my side with my eyes closed. When it pulled far enough to slide off me I gently grabbed it and pulled it back into my chest as he would have been able to see my breasts had I not done so. He just stared, wide-eyed as he saw first-hand that I was indeed totally naked. "Oops, very naked," I said as I feigned surprise that I had just been exposed. I knew what I was doing, I was in total control over what he saw and my boobs and pussy were in no danger of being exposed to him.

"Wow," he mused as he just stared at me. I did note that he made no attempt at looking away to preserve my dignity. He very much wanted a peek at me. Nudity is a strange beast, he watched me succumb to orgasm last night. He then watched his wife stick a strap-on up my ass and then do over an hour of signings and photographs. All while being naked and uncovered. Even so, there is still that buzz of seeing me naked when I seemingly didn't want to be.

"Sorry," Rachel said when she saw I was uncovered and she sorted the duvet out again so it was over me.

"Ta," I said as I cuddled back into them and her.

I closed my eyes and took myself out of the conversation. I was listening to it just by the fact I was in the same room, but I was not engaging in any of it. It feels so weird to be party to a private conversation. It was nothing juicy, it was just married conversation of what the plans were for the day and all that sort of stuff. He did drop a few hints though that we should maybe "get it on" and let him watch. I smiled to myself at his very poorly veiled hints. I was nuzzled back into Rachel and the duvet was bunched up around my face. From his shallow angle from the foot of the bed, he would not be able to really see me.

I did notice though that at no stage did Rachel shut him down and tell him to fuck off. I have no idea what sort of marriage they have and would hate to step on toes or drive wedges between them. I am young free and single though. I moved my hand beneath the duvet and started to play with her nipples again. Her voice pitched higher for a fraction of a second when my fingers found her nipple mid-sentence but he didn't comment on it. I kept the profile of my hand low so he would not be able to see what I was doing underneath the duvet. She reacted quickly and I was soon gently rolling and teasing a very erect nipple between my thumb and index finger.

I started to slide my hand down over her chest and stomach, but I felt her close her legs before I got anywhere near her pussy. I smiled to myself and went back up to her nipples. She didn't stop me and maintained a regular conversation with her husband while I teased and played with her nipples. Better than I would achieve. I get to a certain stage and then my inhibition crumbles and I just say "Oh my God, are you gonna fuck me or not?"

I was listening to them again even though I was not involved in the conversation although I was at least partially the topic of conversation. "You gonna?" I heard him ask suggestively and hopefully.

"You wish," Rachel replied and I grinned to myself into her neck. I gently kissed her neck and flicked my tongue over her skin again. Her husband could not see what I was doing. I was buried in the very lush duvet.

"Go on," he urged and I nibbled at her ear as I showed her I was game if she was.

"I'll go down on you if you want," I whispered into her ear so only she could hear.

I felt her legs shift underneath the duvet as she accepted my offer. "Go on then," she said and that was an answer to both her husband and myself as well.

I kissed her neck again and then shifted myself down the bed. I made sure to leave the duvet in place over the pair of us as I shuffled myself down. I kissed her nipples on the way passed and her stomach. She opened her legs wider as I got closer and I kissed her pussy. She was very wet and so I just licked at her. I knew what she liked after last night and I just settled between her legs and licked at her clit. As her pussy creamed I licked lower and savoured the taste of her excitement.

She could hold her voice steady while I was playing with her nipples. She could not maintain any such control while I did this to her though. "Oh my God," she breathed as I felt her relax onto her back and spread her legs as wide as she could for me. "Oh my fucking God," she said as I licked and sucked at her clit and pussy.

"Fucking hell," I heard her husband say, "What is she doing?" he knew exactly what I was doing he just wanted to hear her say it, or even better, see it. I am a fairly small person, but even so, he would be able to see my shape underneath the duvet and be able to work out where my head was.

I tugged at the duvet very slightly so it slipped a few inches lower and would have exposed Rachel's bare shoulders. This was just to indicate that I had no issue with him seeing me naked if she wanted to sweep the duvet off. I did however adjust my position so I was giving less of a good view from behind. I switched from being crouched on my elbows and knees with my ass in the air, to resting on my elbows, but twisted to the side so I could lock my legs together so he couldn't see everything nature had given me.

Rachel pushed the duvet down until it was halfway down my back so he could see what I was doing. I felt like I was now giving a show and so I switched it up from functional pussy licking to something more visually stimulating. Very little actual movement is required when going down on a girl once you have found what she likes, but adding in some embellishments is always a better spectacle for an audience. I could feel him staring at me while I ate his wife out. If I thought about it that felt really weird, so I just didn't think about it. I could taste her excitement and whereas last night I let her off the orgasm hook, this morning I gently teased a finger inside her and curled it towards her g spot. I felt her entire body tense and she stopped breathing. "Oh fuck!" she gasped way louder than I expected. The rooms are fairly well soundproofed, but even so, scream your way to orgasm and the soundproofing isn't that good.

I just stared up at her as I watched her slowly lose control. I didn't have to change anything so I didn't I just kept gently licking and sucking her clit with intermittent licks of her pussy. When she got really wet I gently stroked my fingers inside her as I teased around and across her g-spot. "Oh God!" she gasped and I felt her whole body go rigid. I grinned to myself as I stroked my fingers over that bit again. She shuddered underneath me and I felt her arch her back. "Do you wanna cum?" I asked as I broke off for a second to ask the question.

She nodded her head. "Fuck yes..." she pleaded, "Make me cum," she demanded as she looked down at me while I did just that.

She stared down at me with her eyes wide open. I felt her body go fully tense and her legs twisted against my ribs. The duvet slipped off me and for the first time that morning I was fully naked. She stared down at me with what I can only describe as adoration and gratefulness as I licked her to climax. She was fairly quiet when cumming. There were no real audible clues she had just orgasmed other than shortness of breath and a couple of high-pitched squeaks of surprise as her body surrendered to the sensation. I let her finish and slowed down my licking. I stopped and grinned up at her while she just stared back at me. "Fucking hell," she said as she relaxed for the first time in a minute or so. I watched her chest rise and lower as she caught her breath. She stayed beneath me as I lay between her legs. I watched the glisten of her excitement drip out of her as I considered going down on her again. I think she needed a moment though as she had not quite managed to focus on anything yet.

I glanced at her husband who was just staring at us. He was wearing shorts and they were nowhere near substantial enough to hide the erection that was underneath them. I stayed on top of her as I kissed her and she hugged me. Our naked bodies pressed together as she cuddled me. "Enjoy that?" she asked her husband.

"Fucking hell yeah," he said sounding like he was in a trance.

"Hope you were taking notes," Rachel said, "Fucking hell. How the fuck did you do that?" she asked me but it was rhetorical. She didn't need to know, and her husband was not in the state of mind to be taking pointers on oral sex.

She cuddled me again and I just let myself melt against her body. She was so warm and soft. The female body is just softer to lay on. I am not sure if it is the feminine body shape or just simply that we both had two natural pillows on our chest, but damn, I could lay here forever. There was unfinished business though and it was standing at the foot of the bed nursing a very eager erection.

"Horny?" I heard her ask him and I didn't hear a reply, but I assume it was an urgent nod of the head or some such similar response. I wasn't sure if I was about to become a third wheel or not.

"How do you want us?" she offered and I smiled against her shoulder at her inclusion of me in that statement. "That okay?" she asked as she confirmed my consent as barely a whisper.

I looked over my shoulder and smiled at him and then rested my head back on her and nodded my head. "Uh hu," I said. "If you are."

She squeezed me and wriggled herself so I moved onto all fours. I wiggled my ass for him as I knew what sort of view that would give him. I was naked and just adopted the doggy position. I love it from behind. He wouldn't know this, but that was barely the point. "Do you want a condom?" she asked and it took me a second to realise she was asking me.

"Oh, er, no. I am good without if you are," I said. If Rachel was happy he was "safe" then I would trust in her judgment.

"Seriously?" her husband asked and I just smiled at her. He sounded like all of his birthdays and Christmas had come at once. I am not sure how I would react in her situation. Yeah, most guys would love a girl-girl threesome, but even so. It sounds a bit wrong to be that eager to fuck another girl other than your wife. Maybe I am being too female about this.

"Yeah. Fuck her senseless," Rachel said as she looked at me for confirmation. I didn't say anything, so that was taken as an agreement. "Don't cum in her though," she added.

"And not my ass," I added.

I looked at Rachel and after a few seconds, I kissed her. I left my ass in the air for him and it didn't take him long to take the hint. I heard him unzip and then the shuffle of clothes being removed. I felt him move behind me and I pushed my ass back for him. It felt so weird to offer this position with so little control. I guess that was an indication of my recent sexual experiences that I just expected him to ignore my request and go anal. I kissed Rachel as I felt him gently stroke his fingers between my legs and then felt him push against my pussy.

I stopped kissing her and stared at her as I got taken from behind, My eyes fluttered as he slid into me and it felt so nice. So fucking nice. I am going to retract an earlier statement here, when I said that size doesn't matter I was wrong. Very wrong, but not as you would expect. He was far from big and he slipped inside me to his balls with no discomfort at all. It felt incredible. So so good and my body tensed as I took his full length. He held inside me for a few seconds and I was the first to push back and bounce onto him. "Go on then, fuck her," Rachel said, "She wants it."

He took hold of my waist to hold me steady and started to thrust into me. It started soft and firm but soon progressed to a fucking. I kissed Rachel as best I could while he rode me from behind but I was bouncing back onto him that much we collided together more than we kissed. "Don't cum in her," Rachel said again.

I pulled myself off him and directed him between Rachel's legs. I felt her shift them so they were open and I adjusted how I was positioned above her to give them the space and angle. I stared into her eyes as I watched her get penetrated. I couldn't see him going into her, but just from her eyes, I could tell exactly what he was doing. That was so sexy! I watched him have sex with her just from the reaction of her eyes. Her eyes crossed and rolled into the back of her head a few times as well. She was so sensitive to penetration and I gave her a few seconds to see if she was going to cum or not. When she didn't I lowered myself onto her again. She was on her back with her legs wide open and was lying on top of her with my legs as wide open as I could manage to non-verbally offer myself to him again. I saw the protest in Rachel's eyes and for a second I wondered what he had done, but then I felt him slide back into me again. "Mmm yeah..." I cooed softly as he gently slid back into me. I was easily wet enough on my own, but the fact that his cock was slick with her juices was not lost on me. I liked how that felt.

I angled my knees to the side as much as I could whilst still lying on her to fully surrender myself to him and to give myself a nicer angle as he took me from behind again. He slid into us effortlessly with our combined excitement as he swapped between me and Rachel. A thrust or two each as he took us both, but I needed more. I could feel myself tingling and I just needed more. "I will cum in this position," I whispered.

He swapped to me and started to ride me. I reached between my legs to stroke my clit. I gently rubbed myself while he rode me, but only enough to push myself closer to the edge. I wanted to cum with him inside me, not because I was fingering myself. "Oh my God," he gasped as my pussy squeezed around him. "Oh my fucking God," he said urgently as I felt my pussy start to ripple along his shaft as I neared orgasm.

"Don't cum in me," I warned to make sure he was not so lost in this moment he had forgotten that request.

"Yeah, don't cum in her," Rachel said, "Please don't cum in her."

"I won't," he said, but I felt his rhythm change slightly inside me. Not that it mattered to me, I was beyond that point of no return and I was going to orgasm no matter what he did.

I felt my body release and he felt massive as I contracted around him. I bounced back on him as I orgasmed. I buried my face into Rachel who was still beneath me and let myself cum. I lifted my head again and looked at her but my eyes were glassy. "Fuck," I whispered. "That is so nice," I moaned softly.

"Did you cum?" he asked to which I just nodded my head.

"Get on your back," Rachel said and she wriggled out from underneath me. I flipped onto my back and opened my legs for him.

He slid back inside me and face to face he had sex with me. This felt way too intimate to be with someone else's husband. I had no idea where to look as directly into his eyes while he screwed me just felt wrong. This felt like we were having sex, not like I was being fucked. He picked up the pace a little bit and drove deeper. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his back, but he pushed them away. He must be close if he may need to pull out that urgently. "Cum on her face," Rachel said.

I shot her a glare, but she just grinned back at me. She knew I was not a fan of a facial, but this was not my party I guess. Just the promise of being able to cum on my face seemed to push him over the edge and I felt him pull out urgently. I felt so empty and my pussy grabbed at nothing. A second later I was face to face with his cock as he wanked himself towards my face. I looked at it and then up at him again. There is so much trust that he doesn't punch me in the face as his hand is so close to me. I glanced at his dick again and then when I looked back up at him I resigned myself to my fate, rolled my tongue out and tilted my head back. Like a good girl.

He grunted and blasted a thick ribbon of semen onto my face. I closed my mouth and eyes as he started to cum on my face. I hate it. So degrading and I realise how crazy that sounds coming from someone in my line of work. A guy cumming on your face though just feels so dirty and wrong. There is no extra sensation for him, it is just purely a power thing. He grunted and moaned his way through his orgasm covering my entire face with his cum. It was over my mouth, my left cheek, it was in my left eye and all over my chin. I could feel it in my hair and both of my eyebrows. My left eye was gummed together with the cum that was matted through my eyelashes. Fucking gross. Like a good girl though, I just leaned back and let him empty his load onto my face.

I smiled wryly to myself when I felt him wipe his cock on my right cheek. About the only part of my face that had avoided his cum. Can't believe he just wiped his dick on my face. I swallowed my pride though making sure to not swallow anything else.

Rachel kissed me and I felt the cum spread around as our faces pressed together. She used her finger and directed some of it into her mouth. I looked at her with my "are you fucking joking," eyes, but I licked my lips to taste him before opening my mouth as she slid her finger into my mouth. I licked the cum off it and swallowed. We kissed, our tongues sliding into each other's mouths. We caressed each other's face and with each caress, we transferred more of the cum into the other person's mouth with our fingers. I made sure to give her way more of it than I swallowed and I transferred a lot of it into her mouth while we kissed.

"Oh yes," I heard from behind me, but it was not an appreciative tone, it was another, I am gonna cum tone.

Rachel spun me around before I could react and I just about managed to close my mouth and my eyes a fraction of a second before I took another facial. "Oh yes," he moaned as he fired his cum all over my face again. I just knelt in front of him while he painted my face again. How much cum did this guy have? Ribbon after ribbon of his sticky seed pulsed onto my face and into my hair.

"Done?" I asked when he finally stopped cumming on my face. I looked at him through a blurry right eye as a film of cum covered it. My left was firmly glued together and I couldn't open it at all. He nodded and I got up off the bed. "I think I need a shower," I said as I wiped the cum out of my eyes so I could see where I was going.

"Soph," Rachel said and I looked at her. As I turned I saw the camera, but it was too late and I heard the click as it recorded the state of my face.

"Funny," I said as I just stuck two fingers up at the camera for the second photo. I heard it zoom and she dropped the angle as a third one got taken. I twisted my legs together and redoubled my effort to cover my pussy with my hands, but it was very much too late. That was two cum face photos and then a pussy one just for completion. "I would rather you not publish those," I said with a smile. I don't think she would, but if she did decide to then there was very little I could do to stop her. Plus in my line of work, a few photographs of me painted in cum would be lost in the sea of many others.

I went for a long shower as I got the cum off my face and out of my hair. I had nothing with me. I had come to the room naked and so I just wrapped myself in the towel. I quietly pushed the bathroom door open as I was not sure who would still be there. I opened it and stepped out to see Rachel and her husband having a very intimate moment on the bed. Their bodies were as close as was possible and the only place he could have been was inside her. They were grinding themselves together as they reaffirmed their commitment to each other. I instantly felt very awkward and very naked. I looked around the room and the only thing available was Rachel's dress from the night before. I picked it up and held it against myself. Near enough and so I slipped it on. It only had to get me back to my room. I looked at them again but they paid me no attention at all. They were in their own world. I watched them for a second longer than I needed to. That was sexy, hot and adorable all at the same time. Little bit jealous if I am being honest.

I quietly clicked the door open and slid myself out of it as silently as I could. I closed the door behind me, holding my hand against it until I felt the catch snick into the lock and then the electronic locks re-engage. I smiled as I looked at the door as I realised what had just happened. I rested my head on it for a second but then retreated to my room that thankfully let me in using my biosignature and my stuff was still in there. I showered again, dressed and went downstairs to breakfast. I was not sat alone for long until someone came and sat with me. It was a lot quieter than usual as it had just been an internal event and so all of the press and media had left the night before. I sat and ate my breakfast while I chatted with the guy who had sat with me. No idea who he was. I didn't recognise him, but he was polite and either not phased by my fame or just blissfully unaware.

I waited until 11 and then checked out of my room. I wheeled my luggage behind me and was pleased when I saw someone from my team that I recognised. "Oh, thought you had gone," he said.

"Not yet," I replied. "What is the plan?"

"Er, there should be a free seat in the car," he said as he took my luggage for me.

"Thanks," I said as I followed him.

"Where did you sleep?" he asked with a wry smile. The guilt must have been written all over my face even though I had done nothing wrong and he instantly backtracked as it was none of his business. "Don't wanna know!" He said with a smile. He put my bag into the car and then let me get into the car first. I suspect it was mainly to have a look at my ass. I was wearing jeans, but they were tight enough for me to have been poured into them and had I not been wearing a fairly tiny thong VPL would have been very obvious.

Later that day I received four picture messages. One was a top-half picture of me with my cum coated face. The second was a zoomed-in picture of my cum coated face which removed any doubt of the first that it was cum and not just a weird trick of the light leaving the streaks across my face. The third was a close-up of my pussy and the fourth was a full-body, head-to-toe nude. The tag read. "Wank bank for hubby, but they are private. No publication. Thanks. See ya later. X."

My debrief was relaxed and very casual. That was my last boxing fight. It went well, but that was the end of that chapter of my life. I had a week off, but I cancelled it mid-way through. I went back to the gym and hit it as hard as I could. The next step was wrestling and they wanted to get me into it quickly. I can fight drones and AI for months, but the best way to learn is by doing. There is no simulation that is like the real thing and there was a never-ending stream of fellow trainees who I could wrestle.

I felt like I did with boxing. I didn't feel ready and I certainly didn't feel like I was good at it. I had to trust my team though and believe that they knew what they were doing. They had not let me down yet. It was in their best interest that I did well so they would not put me into any situation that was detrimental to my career. It hadn't been awkward with Rachel and I fully expected it to be. I had fucked her husband. Well no, that is not true, he had fucked me. Either way, that is a level of trust between a married couple that I doubted I could ever achieve. I shared Darren as I know he will fuck anything with a pulse and tits if he gets the chance, but he was not my boyfriend. He was just more fun than a dildo or vibrator. He was an escape that had the added benefit of being really really hot and fairly good at making me squeal.

My media schedule was insane as I closed up my boxing career and sparked up my wrestling. It was too early for me to have a wrestling match yet, so to keep me in the public eye involved interviews and talk show appearances. I did enjoy them, so that was good at least, but when you have done one every night so far this week and it was Saturday, your interest in them did waiver a little bit. The questions were all similar and rarely was I asked anything unexpected. I trained through the day. I caught a train or plane to my next TV appearance and then I slept on the way back home through the night. Wash, rinse, repeat. I had no idea what city I was in most nights. I didn't need to know. I just needed to be me and fortunately, I am great at being me.

"Gonna pit you against a real opponent on Monday," one of the trainers said to me on the Saturday evening.

"Am I ready?"

"God no," he said, "But you never will be. Not with training. Your body is ready, it is just experience and the best way to get experience is to just throw yourself into the ring."

"No TV, no media, no recording other than for training," Rachel said, "A closed shop entirely. It is training, just against a real person."

"Female?" I asked.

"Yeah, female," Rachel said, "Alyssa," she added as she showed me her tablet that had a picture of her on it.

"Cute," I observed. "She good?"

"Same as you. Just with a little more experience," my trainer said.

I looked at the picture of her again and admired her beauty. She was bigger than me, probably a good 10kg on me. She was a lot taller than me, her height being 6 feet. She had jet-black hair that was tied into a tight plait that kept it from swaying around too much. She had dark brown eyes that looked enormous on her delicate face. I zoomed the image out and she was a slender build. I expected her to be more muscled than she was, but she had a skinny build. That is saying something coming from me. My delicateness was accentuated by my height and youthful looks. She looked like she had lived life though and I had had a less than easy upbringing. She looked at me from the screen and I just looked back at her. My first real opponent.

"Cool," I said eventually. "Is it a proper wrestle? Or training setup?"

"Proper," he said, "Referee, full team ringside. Full rules are in place. It will be as real as it gets. Just no crowd and no broadcast."

"How proper?" I asked.

"The loser will get fucked," he said with a wry smile. "Nothing too heavy, but you will be wrestling until orgasm and the loser will have to do forfeits."

"Such as?"

"The usual. We assume oral on the winner and/or a strap-on," Rachel said. "Anal has been vetoed for both of you, so not that at least."

"How come?" I asked.

A trainer just shrugged his shoulders. "It is training. It is more the wrestling lesson than the aftermath we are interested in. It needs more medical presence if anal is involved. It requires more paper work and just generally nothing is gained by allowing it. Neither of you wanna get fucked up the ass and none of us want to do more paperwork than required."

"Fair enough," I replied with a shrug of my shoulders.

The more I thought about it the more I didn't want it to be a training fight. I wanted it to be real. Wrestling was the next step in my career to the MMA and that was the goal. I would learn so much more in a real fight than in a behind-closed-doors training one. I could see the value, but I wanted to keep my momentum going. I was not expected to win, but that is not the point. In this game winning is not everything. Exposure is everything and no, I don't mean exclusively getting naked in front of cameras, not that sort of exposure. The more people who saw me professionally equated to more people who liked me. My supporters and my marketable presence were what mattered now.

Wrestling was a commercial powerhouse in that regard. So many people get into wrestling and end up staying here as the money is fantastic, the branding deals are awesome and plentiful and the lower impact of the fights means that you can do way more of them. I was not in it for the money though. Not any more. I had the money. I could quit today and never have to work again in my life, but that was not my goal any more. I wanted the fame. I wanted the world to know who I was. I wanted to inspire the next generation of people who have nothing and let them see that they can make it to the top. I want to change the world for the better. Money can help me do that, but fame brings me power which can help me do that in a massive way. Yes, I am thinking big, but isn't that what dreams are? No one dreams little. Let's do this properly. I want to be in the MMA and I want to be there quickly.

I called an emergency meeting on the Sunday morning and everyone accepted more or less instantly. I was nervous. I have always just gone with my team, but this was the first time I felt they were moving too slowly. Everyone arrived and I just came out with it. "I don't want it to be training. Let's make it real and my first professional wrestle."

"Why?" someone asked as a reflex.

"Why not?" I quipped back. "We all gain more from it being a real competition. It can be monetised and we can gauge media interest at this stage. No one cares for training."

"We can't do that by Monday," someone else said. "We need a new venue, media, promotion etc etc."

"Why do we need a new venue?" I asked. "Let's keep it intimate, but let's have some public in the crowd and offer it live. If no one picks it up then nothing is lost, but if someone does..."

"Alyssa isn't a big enough name," someone else said.

I was going to answer, but Rachel cut in. "No, but Sophie is," she said as she was checking something on her tablet. She looked at me and smiled. "Get me some venue details now if you can."

"Er, yeah, can do," someone said and dashed out of the room.

The conversation chattered along and most of it bypassed me. This is what I paid them for. They sorted things. When the guy came back with the venue details he was smiling. "Okay, yes, they can do it. They are licensed and all that boring stuff."

"We will need to see certification," Rachel cut in.

He handed her a few certificates which she skimmed over and then placed them on the table. She looked around the room and stood up. "Anyone opposed?" No one spoke up or raised any issues. That had been easier than I expected. "Okay then. We have a busy 24 hours. Go big. Tickets will sell in seconds, it is a central venue. We can put them on sale this evening for the match tomorrow. We need media. Start at the top and just invite invite invite. They can have as many tickets as they want. We will sell the rest on the open market. Do NOT oversell the venue. Keep in contact with each other. Any issues I am available. Any time of the day. Questions?"

No one said anything and we were all dismissed. People got up, collected their stuff and started to leave the room. "You got a sec?" Rachel asked me. Even though it was presented as a question it was an instruction that she wanted a word with me. I just sat back down again and waited for the room to empty.

She smiled at me and sat down next to me. "AI, private room. No recording. No visual. Security clearance from my voice signature." A few tones were emitted by the AI system and then a confirmation that all recording was disabled. "Why?" she asked me.

"I want to skim over wrestling and get to the top," I said honestly. I had anticipated this question.

"It is good grounding and a good skill to have," she said, "It also makes a shit load of money. For you and us. This is where the investment is paid back."

"MMA is bigger," I retorted.

"MMA is a lottery, one or two bad fights and you are done. We are done," she said. "Wrestling is a popularity competition and you are ridiculously popular. Wrestling is where the easier money is."

I looked at her and I could see the hardness in her eyes. This was what she was. She was a corporate-focused person. Financially, wrestling made the most sense as it was massive and I could make tens of millions of credits, which they took 75%. "I want to be bigger than anyone else. I want to be at the top. I want to change the world."

"We are not skimming wrestling," she said as she looked at me. "Sorry, I would never get clearance for that. The company needs the wrestling for financial balance."

"How long?"

"Two... three years," she began.

"YEARS!?" I said but checked myself and my tone. "Sorry. I was just hoping for a quicker entry into MMA."

"MMA is a roll of the dice. You may get one shot at it and then be a nobody. One mistake, one bad match and your career can be over."

"I want that. I want to roll the dice."

"Too big a risk."

"Me being here is a tiny chance and yet here I am. MMA is world-changing money if you get to the top."

"If," she simply said.

"I will," I said and stared at her. Was she seriously not backing my ability?

"I know," she said, "But skimming wrestling is a million-to-one shot and is not one we can take."

"Okay," I said. This was not even worth the argument. "Two years?"

"At least," she said, "Sorry."

"It is okay," I said as I stood up and she cuddled me.

"Corporate bullshit," she said into my ear, "I would back you 100%. You are phenomenal. Playing the numbers though and it is just not a gamble that is worth taking."

"I disagree," I whispered back to her and I felt her smile as she hugged me.

She re-enabled the recording in the room and I was dismissed. I knew all that. I had looked into it beforehand, but hearing it directly still hurt a little bit. I had signed up for this though and I would not be here had I not signed up for it. I went into my room when I got back and punched the bed out of frustration. "AI, private search. No trace, no record. Security, Sophie Lloyd." the AI acknowledged my request. "How long do I have left on my contract?"

"Five years."

"Any termination options?"

"Twelve months there is a financial break option."

"Details?"

"You can walk away and be a free agent if your balance is zero."

"Balance?"

"Gym investment to date."

"Expected balance?"

"Search will be traceable."

"Okay. Do high-level estimation. Not traceable."

"Estimated to be 600,000 credits owed."

I smiled to myself. I can cover that personally. I have twelve months to see where this goes. "Thanks," I said to the AI.

"Just to confirm you can quit at any time, Miss Lloyd."

"But if I quit I quit the leagues. I don't want to quit."

Alyssa's team agreed to the change of the fight. They had no reason not to. They would still get half the money made from it and they had to do none of the work. It was all my team who arranged everything. Media picked up the stream instantly and one of the middling ones took it as exclusive as well. As expected the public tickets sold out in a few minutes when they went live at 18:00 later that day the night before the fight was due. The takings were tiny. I feel awful saying that as when I started I would have taken everything I could have got, but that is how it is. I donated my cut to a local wrestling charity quietly with no media or publicity. It would make a huge difference to them and they instantly went to the media to thank their unknown donator. The amount was public and clever people soon worked out it was what I would have earned and put two and two together. This was 100% guilt-free good PR, so not a bad thing.

I didn't sleep at all well that night. I tossed and turned most of the night. I had proper nerves which was ridiculous. I was expected to lose, and so by extension, I couldn't really lose. I did hate losing though. This was just a case of throw me in and see how well I do.

I did feel a bit better in the morning. It was just first fight nerves. The whole build-up was as it would be, just a little bit toned down due to venue size and the time available to rehearse it all. I was dressed and only wore panties. They were calibrated to break at the correct tension and it felt really weird being able to help get myself ready. I would usually have my hands wrapped ready for the boxing gloves and so be useless. I still wore gloves, but they were more akin to the MMA ones and were purely for safety. We were not allowed to punch each other, but it was going to be a fight either way so having protective gear on made sense. It was also regulation. Elbows and knees were also cushioned so if I did slam my knee into her ribs I was not going to snap any of them.

My whole body was tingling with excitement. I bounced up and down as I waited for the final few minutes until we were to go out into the ring. I was so excited and ready. I was ready to go out and do this. I was still not convinced I was ready for a real opponent, but I was ready to find out if I was ready or not. "You good?" my lead trainer asked me.

"Uh hu," I said nodding my head. "Ready," I said.

I felt someone fiddle with my underwear as the final checks were done and then I heard my name. I felt my body come alive when I heard my name and I walked out into the ring. I flipped into it and danced around as I played to the very exclusive audience. I could see the red lights dotted around the blackness where the fixed cameras were. Alyssa came out into the ring and we hugged.

The wrestling ring was a thing of beauty. The construction was no expense spared and you could see and feel the quality of the equipment. Everything was to a standard. The floor of every wrestling ring was the same, as were the ropes and even the turnbuckles. It had not developed much from the start of the 21st century. That design worked and so that design was what had been standardised around the world. You could get amateur ones that were not as expensive, but once you got to this level without sensitive equipment to detect the differences they were all identical.

What I had underestimated was the size of the sex toys in the corners. On each of the turnbuckles were two dildos. The idea is that you could lift your opponent onto the turnbuckle and spear them on the toys. The one closest to the ring was longer than the one further away. So if you lifted her while she was facing you she took the bigger one up her pussy, but if you span her around, the bigger of the two toys was up her ass. The base of the toys was shaped to nestle into the female anatomy and vibrate. It was a very popular ending for the crowd for a girl to be dropped onto them and just held there until she cums her brains out. There are a lot of compilation videos circulating the internet that show the last few moments of the unfortunate girl's defeat while helplessly perched on top of the turnbuckles. They are generally known as a "waterfall victory" as I am sure you can imagine why.

The toys themselves are retractable and are all controlled automatically. This is to protect the fighters as with the best will in the world and a full bottle of lube, if you are dropped onto a total of around 15 inches of silicone it is going to not work out well. It is all a visual trick as it looks like you get dropped onto them, but you get dropped onto the base and then once you are settled if you don't move fast enough (less than a second) the toys are extended up into you.

The mat itself is pressure-activated and if you get pinned it restrains that limb. The idea is that you pin your opponent to lock their arms and legs in place and then you have as long as you want to make them orgasm. You can release yourself if you tag that limb with your hand or any other part of your body. It is a mechanic that allows someone to get the upper hand and to speed up orgasm. It was found that pure wrestling matches were lasting too long as it is really difficult to make someone cum who doesn't want to the cum unless they are restrained. It is an aid and not a restraint in itself. The hold is easy to break under normal circumstances, but add in your opponent as well and you are quickly overpowered if you are on the losing side of the fight.

Alyssa smiled at me when she saw me looking at the toys and she licked her lips hungrily. My heart fluttered and not in an excited way. That was the realisation that I was out of my depth. I was not ready for this. I looked around for Rachel and when I found her she was deep in conversation with someone else. I swallowed my nerves down and refocused on Alyssa. I smiled back at her and tried to match her predatory projection. I got nowhere near it. I was a girl about to be thrown into the lion's den. I was going to get eaten alive. I took a deep breath and stood a little bit taller. Fake it until you make it. I would not be here if my team did not think I was ready. I can do this.

"Ready?" the referee asked and we both just nodded, "Keep it clean. This is to one fall. Orgasm or incapacitation. No submission accepted." We both just nodded in agreement as he repeated the rules.

It felt strange not having a mouthguard and I tried to bite at it out of habit. It felt weird not being there and I missed it. That nervous tick I had developed was almost part of my routine. We hugged again and Alyssa pulled me close. "I am going to destroy you," she whispered into my ear just before we separated. I just locked my eyes onto hers and didn't say anything. She just got the glare in return which was about the best I could achieve. I had a horrible feeling that she was right. At least my ass was safe I guess. The bell to start the match rang and we both backed off to opposite sides of the ring. There was no time limit or rounds. It was just wrestle until one of us cums. Hopefully her but I suspected it was going to be me who would be displaying my "o" face.

It was a cagey start as we weighed each other up. She grabbed at my arm, but I twisted and slipped away. As I increased the distance slightly I saw the gap where I could have hit her. She would have seen it coming, but those are the best ones. The ones that you see but there is nothing you can do to avoid it. Satisfying. In that fraction of a second, she grabbed my hand and span me against the ropes. Disorientated for a second I let momentum take me and I managed to dodge her trip when I bounced back off the ropes. She grinned at me and bounced on her toes. She had awesome breasts. I am assuming that is where her extra 10kg of weight was. They were stunning. She grabbed me and I slipped away again, but she followed up and threw me against the corner. I hit it hard and bounced off it. Ow. Winded I span to face her, but she was already on me and she span me around again. Facing the corner she slammed my head and face into the corner ropes.

I saw stars and threw a fist at her defensively that skimmed off her arm harmlessly. "No punching," echoed from my corner and I heard the referee issue a warning to me. That had just been a reaction and not a conscious thought. She was on me again and I grappled with her as best I could as my brain tried to work out what was happening while it rattled around my skull. I felt her sweep my legs from underneath me and I slammed onto my back. She followed me down and using her weight she bounced me against the mat and slammed her own body on top of mine. The wind got knocked out of me and I wheezed a breath in. She wrapped her arm around my neck and I jammed my elbow against her ribs. I twisted around and avoided her choke hold, but she twisted my elbow and arm and pulled it straight. I rotated it out of her grip, but that put me on my front and I felt her slam her knee into the small of my back. She wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me backwards as she drove her knee into my back while she tried to snap me in half as she bent me the wrong way.

"Get out of it Sophie," I heard.

Yeah, helpful. I could have probably worked that out myself. I twisted in her grip, but I went nowhere. She just pulled a little harder and I felt pain in my back as she stretched it. She had bent me backwards that far my breasts and chest down to below the bottom of my ribs were exposed with my hips flat on the floor with her knee jammed into the small of my back.

I felt her let go of my neck and my coiled body snapped forward. She used my momentum and I felt her hand on the back of my head as she slammed my face into the mat. I grunted as my nose and face bounced off the soft ring and that was more or less the end of my fight. I was done. I went limp and I felt her flip me onto my back. She pinned my arms above my head and I struggled, but my strength was gone. I felt the ring lock my wrists and hands into place as she dominated me. She loosened her pressure and I strained my arms and felt the connection to the ring stretch and then snap free. "Ooo, still a bit of fight in ya," she cooed down at me as she intercepted my hands and pinned them above my head again. I wriggled and tried to knee her in whatever I could hit, but I was smothered and I just pushed my knee against her with no impact. She twisted my arms together so they were above my head and I felt her force them into the mat and after a few seconds, I felt my freedom get taken away from me again.

This time she let go with her right hand, but she kept pressure on my wrists using her left hand. She was not applying much downward force, but combined with the restraint from the mat I just strained and moved nowhere. "Fuck" I said as I realised I was in serious trouble now.

"Fuck indeed," she said back to me. "The media darling Sophie Lloyd is going to get fucked."

I just glared up at her as I struggled. My legs were still free, but she had control of them just by her dominant position. She grinned down at me and licked my cheek. "Fuck off," I snapped as I twisted my face out of the way to stop her and she just grinned down at me. I tried to twist my hands free, but she had the upper hand and I was easily held in place. She then switched her right hand so it was around my neck. My eyes bugged in my head as she choked me. I struggled violently for a few seconds, and even got a decent knee into her stomach in the melee, but with no air, I soon lost the fight. I felt her right hand let go of my neck and start to fumble my panties. I took a deep breath while I could and before I could react I felt cool air lick around my pussy as my panties were yanked down to my thighs. "No!" I gasped as I tried to protect my underwear. I snapped my legs open which would give the drones a fairly awesome view of my pussy, but I had to keep my panties on.

"Let them go," she cooed from above me. "You don't need them any more. Not today anyway," she added as she tried to push my panties lower while not giving up her domination of my hands. I could hear the crowd cheering at my imminent undressing and I knew the drones would be broadcasting the last of my dignity.

Every fibre of my being knew it needed to protected my panties. I twisted and writhed underneath her as I knew that if they went beyond my knees I was fucked. Figuratively and literally. I twisted my legs and I felt my underwear stay above my knees. Anything lower than my knees and they were classed as lost. If I could keep them above my knees and get out of this I could keep them on.

I felt her give up the panties and stroke between my legs. I was so wet. We had been given stimulants to turn us on. This was an orgasm race, not a foreplay race. I twisted beneath her, but she had me pinned and I felt her gently stroke her fingers across my pussy and then gently tease two fingers inside me. I was so turned on. That felt so fucking good. I heard myself moan with pure satisfaction as she stroked her fingers into me.

"She has to be naked before she cums," I heard one of Alyssa's team advise her. "Her panties are still valid."

My eyes widened and bugged out as she swapped from my pussy to my ass. "Not anal," the referee warned. "Illegal move."

"She likes it," Alyssa sneered from above me as she pulled her finger out, but instantly shoved two fingers into my ass.

"She fucking doesn't," I said as I struggled again as she fingered my ass. The burn of anal sex flowed through my body as she forced her two fingers as deep into me as she could with just the very limited lube of what was left on her fingers from my pussy. For the record, that is not enough lube for anal. That really hurts but not necessarily in a bad way. Dirty fucking slut was fingering my ass.

She pulled out of me a fraction of a second before she would have taken a second warning for the illegal move. My body relaxed as she did so and she took the opportunity to slam the back of my head against the mat again. My vision flashed and blurred as she slammed my head into the floor. I wheezed a breath in but she was squeezing my neck again. She let go of my neck and switched back to my pussy again flicking her fingers across my clit. I could feel my body losing the battle instantly. It didn't even feel that nice. She was flicking my clit and it hurt more than it felt nice. I was going to cum though.

"She is gonna cum," I heard from her corner.

"Really?" Alyssa said from above me sounding genuinely surprised. She pulled out of me again and choked me. As my oxygen started to run out I felt my panties get removed.

"No!" I said urgently as I realised my nudity.

"Afraid so," she goaded as she dangled my panties on the end of her finger in front of my face. "Wanna sniff 'em?" she teased as she shoved them into my face.

"Fuck off," I snapped as struggled with the last of my strength to try and break free. I felt the restraint give a little bit, but she easily held me in place.

"I bet he does," she said as she threw my underwear into the crowd. I didn't see who she threw them at, but I heard the scuffle and the ripping of material as they got shredded.

I was limp underneath her now. I was done. Lack of oxygen and just the beating I had taken had finished my fight off. "Finish her off," I heard her team tell her.

I felt her move to my pussy again and I squeezed my legs closed. "Open your legs," she said. I shook my head and she pinned me harder against the mat with my neck. My eyes bugged as she cut off my breathing. I panicked as I twisted my head and neck to try and remove her hand. I tried to lift my legs high enough to wrap around her neck to drag her off me, but she was wise to that.

"Open your legs," Alyssa cooed above me. I shook my head. I hated losing. I fucking hated losing. "You have two choices, open your legs, or get choked out and then I just open your legs for you."

I knew I had lost. It was just a matter of time before she made me cum. I may as well let her at this stage. I relaxed my legs and she felt the submission. She pushed her hand between my legs and quickly found the target. "Good girl," she grinned at me.

I could feel the tingle rising between my legs and the lubrication was no longer artificial. "Cum," she said, "Cum for me," she sneered.

I just stared up beyond her as my resistance started to crumble. She added a second finger and forced her thumb against my clit. "Oh fuck..." I gasped.

"Oh fuck indeed," Alyssa teased as she picked up the pace as she finger fucked me. "Cum for me, Sophie. Be a good girl... let yourself cum... Let's see the orgasm face."

Even though I had submitted and knew I was going to cum I just couldn't bring myself to fully let go. I fought climax for as long as I could which in reality was probably just a few seconds, but I didn't make it easy for her. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I heard myself orgasm as the pleasure ripped through my body. "Ooo yeah! Good girl," Alyssa said excitedly as she started to celebrate her victory as she finished me off. You could hear my wetness as she finger fucked me hard and fast to what turned into a screaming orgasm. There was no love or real consideration of my needs, but either way, it worked really well and as my orgasm faded I just relaxed onto my back and let her keep fucking me with her fingers. The crowd cheered my defeat and her victory as I orgasmed on my back again as my body relaxed. I didn't even know how long I had lasted. Not long enough whatever way you look at it. That was very one-sided.

"She's done, Aly," one of her team said, "Give her a minute."

"Aww, but she was just getting warmed up," Alyssa teased but she did start to release me from her grip.

She unwrapped from around me and I pulled lazily at the restraints. They didn't move as I was so weak and I just flopped onto my back. I felt a soft hand around my left wrist as I felt them pull it up for me which snapped it free from the restrain. They then did the same for my right wrist as well. "Ya okay?" I heard Alyssa ask and I just nodded my head. I felt her gently tap my side in response and then I felt her move away from me. I sucked in huge gulps of air as my body recovered. My arms were out to the side and my legs were open for all to see. I could feel my wetness dripping from me as I just laid on my back and worked out what my name was again. "You okay?" I heard Rachel ask and I was a little bit surprised at how close she was. I didn't reply verbally, I just put my thumb up but didn't move as I continued to breathe heavily.

I felt a few people start to fuss around me, but I was aware again. I curled onto my side and sat up. The room span for a second as my prone body objected to its sudden verticality. "I'm good," I said as I locked eyes with Rachel so she could see I was alert. A few people fussed around me for a few moments longer while the required checks were done, but once I was cleared I was alone in the ring again. Or I thought I was. Alyssa came over to me and kissed me. I kissed her back and then she pushed her fingers into my mouth. I licked myself off them and she just grinned at me. She swept my foot from underneath me and slammed me hard onto my back. I heard myself grunt as I slammed onto the floor. "Not too rough, Alyssa," someone warned.

"She likes it," she said back in a soft voice that belied her violent capability. She stood above me and I looked up at her. She straddled my face, pulled her panties out of the way and sat on my face. "Lick it," she ordered.

I didn't have much choice. I did as I was told as she rode my face. She pushed herself onto my face only letting up to allow me to take a breath. She rode me like her life depended on it and I licked her as best I could with no control. She knew what she needed though and I tasted her sweetness a fraction of a second before I felt her body shiver above me. "Oooo, you are good," she said with a slight break in her voice. She lifted herself off my face and span around so she was facing down my body. I felt the ring vibrate slightly as something landed on it close by. I had no idea what had just been thrown into the ring, but I knew whatever it was it going inside me, so I just opened my legs. "Well trained as well," she said as she sank back onto my face again.

"Not her ass," I heard someone warn.

I felt the cool firm kiss of silicone against my pussy and then felt her slowly push it inside me. I am not sure if it was because I was so wet or if the toy wasn't that thick but I took it effortlessly. Either way, she slowly pushed it inside me and it made up for the lack of girth with length. I flinched when it went too deep and she pulled it back a bit. "Awww, no way. Is that seriously all you can take?" she goaded as she jabbed it too deep again and I flinched again. "You can take more than that," she teased as she forced the toy too deep.

Despite my career, I am not a violent person, but in my head at that moment in time, I made a promise to beat the shit out of her at the first professional opportunity. I opened my legs wider for her as I licked at her wet pussy. She teased the toy in and out of me while she rocked her hips on my face. She was soaked and I was practically drinking her juices while she rode my face and fucked my pussy. That was so fucking deep and I started to lose the battle with my own body. She felt it before I showed any outward signs and she picked up on it instantly. "Ooo yeah, go on. Cum again," she cooed softly. I didn't react or protest, I just stopped licking her and orgasmed. My moans were drowned out, quite literally, by her pussy on my face. I flicked my tongue into her again, but she shoved the toy inside me and orgasm ripped through me again. She flicked the toy on and as vibration rippled up through my clit and pussy I squealed. Loud and undignified I squealed to orgasm and I felt my excitement flow out of me.

"Ooo! A gusher!" Alyssa said excitedly. "Come on ya little slut. Squirt for me."

"Oh my God," I moaned as I came down from a very intense orgasm, but my words were muffled as she was still sitting on my face.

She lifted off me and I tried to scramble away from the toy that was buried in me. I rolled onto my front and tried to escape it. I felt her foot on my back as she pinned me to the floor again. "No," I whispered, but it was too late and she slid the toy deep into me again. Discomfort rippled through me as she went too deep again, and once again, my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I orgasmed loudly. I was scraping at the floor with my fingers as I tried to pull myself off the phallus that felt like it was nudging against my ovaries it was that deep. She was knelt on my back though and she just kept fucking me with slow, long, deep deliberate thrusts until I shivered to another orgasm.

"That will do Aly," one of her team said.

"Aww, no way. I wanna fuck her until she passes out," Alyssa argued.

"That will do. Let her up."

"At least let me rail her with a strap-on," Alyssa suggested.

"Let her up," she was ordered. "She is done."

Alyssa grumbled something that I couldn't make out and as she stood up she extracted the toy from inside me. I felt so empty as it left my body and my pussy gripped at nothing. I orgasmed again. "SEE!" Alyssa observed, "Dirty bitch just came again. It is crueller to not let me fuck her. Let me fuck her. Come on, I want a proper go on her."

"No Alyssa," one of her team firmly said. "Fuck off and get dressed. Make sure she is okay."

She again grumbled something inaudible and she looked down at me. Her demeanour switched like a light from "she is going to rip me apart" to "best mates."

"Come on Sophie," she said as she pulled me to my feet and held onto me until my legs worked again. "Good fight that. You okay?"

"Uh-huh," I lied. I was far from okay, but I just held onto her until I could support myself. She wrapped a towel around me and we went to the changing area. She was sweetness and light. She was lovely. Five minutes earlier she wanted, and I quote, "to fuck me until I passed out," but now the game was over she was a regular girl. Friendly, chatty, personable. We showered and Alyssa got dressed, I stayed naked, and then we were herded into a side room where our team were sat around discussing the match.

I sat down, but my head was gone. I couldn't focus on the text in front of me and I just pushed it away. "Sorry," I said as I blinked my eyes and tried to focus on the TV which was showing me getting my face slammed into the mat. The TV snapped into focus, but then just span into blurriness again. I slurred something that I had no idea what I was trying to say.

I was instantly excused and a medic checked me over. Alyssa also excused herself and came and sat with me on the comfortable sofa that I had collapsed onto. She brought my glass of water over and we just sat and chatted casually. I was fine, I was just done for the day. Chemicals could have made me useful again for the debrief, but I was excused and instead allowed to just relax.

I needed that switch. I needed to be ruthless. I needed to snap into fight mode and be 100% focused. I was not ready for that. Not by a long way. I was not expecting it to be so violent. I had expected wrestling to be less impact. I was wrong. I would be better next time. That felt like I just got thrown into the deep end just to see if I could swim or not. My emotions bubbled over and I forced them down again. I needed to raise those feelings with my team, but not while they were being fuelled by emotion. That fight felt like a bad decision and for the first time, I felt like my team had not been value for money. I was a startled deer and I had just been thrown into a lion's den. That was bullshit. That would not happen again.

I spent the rest of the night naked. I did four interviews naked and as the arena had no accommodation I also went back home naked. We had a private carriage on the train and it was approaching midnight, but you go and stand at the train station naked and see how much attention you get. It would have been worse had I been fully with it, but my brain was still mush and apart from basic function I was fairly out of it. The fight and forfeit had lasted 30 minutes. That was brutal. She beat the shit out of me. Made me squeal to multiple orgasms and made me leave an actual puddle of girl cum on the mat. All in 30 minutes. That isn't a defeat, that is a fucking. I did sleep well that night though.

The debrief was frosty, to say the least. That was an ass-kicking and one that I felt I was poorly prepared for. I didn't make any obvious mistakes and yet she still annihilated me. It was a no contest. She was either way further along the line than I was or my training was subpar. I phrased it a lot more delicately than that, but I called them out on it. Cards were on the table and honesty was the best policy. Not being dramatic here, but I am risking my life in this career. It can go wrong very quickly and training negates a lot of the risk. I need to know that my training is good enough and that is just the bare minimum. My training needs to be gold standard.

Alyssa was akin to a drone that I had no chance against. She was better than me, she was better trained and she knew exactly what she was getting into. While I was at it I also threw into the mix that the toy that had been approved was way too fucking long and someone dropped the ball on that. No one argued. No one made excuses. We get paid a lot of money to do this shit and there is no hiding at this level. I will use the royal we here, but we fucked up. I possibly needed to take more interest in the decisions that my team were making, but that was their job. They were there to protect me. Physically and career-wise as well. That was bullshit and I was getting emotional again. I don't mind losing, but I hate losing when I lose because people don't do their job properly.

"That was bullshit," Rachel said. "I think we can all agree to that?" she asked as she looked around the room. Most people nodded, a few people just looked suitably cowed and guilty.

"Agreed," my lead trainer said. "Let's break it down and learn lessons."

That was the closest I have ever come to leaning over the table and smashing someone in the face. That is corporate speak and I hated it. The lesson that had been learned had been delivered directly, forcefully and very uncomfortably up my pussy. I bet it if had been his ass being destroyed he wouldn't be as casual.

Rachel saw my eyes flash with anger and cut in. "Let's take a break," she said. "We are not running a blame culture here, but we do demand culpability. We move on. But first, let's have an hour break. Get some lunch, go for a walk. Cool down," she said and she directed the last two words at me.

I stood up and held my hands up in the "Don't even speak to me," gesture and I left the room. The outdoors were a turn to the left when I left the room and that is the way that I went. Into the cool fresh air, I set a tracker so I could get back to the room in time no matter how far I walked and just set off around the campus. The break did me good and I cooled off. I forget how young I am and how much of me is still run by hormones. Yes, they are tightly controlled but I am a 20-year-old girl in a high-stress environment who is on fairly heavy hormone control drugs. I am probably allowed to lose my shit more than I do, but that still doesn't excuse it or stop me feeling like a dick when I do let emotions take over.

I made sure to get back to the meeting room early and was happy when everyone was there. Quietly chatting amongst themselves. They looked at me as I walked in. "Sorry," I said. "Bad morning."

"No apology required," Rachel said.

"Passion is good," my trainer added. "We fucked up."

"Let's start from the start should we?" Rachel said to which I just nodded.

"Firstly. Can I ask how big that toy was?" I asked.

"Fourteen inches," someone said.

I just looked around the room and smiled. "Well, I think that covers that fuck up. I don't want 14 inches again. Ever."

"You only took ten," someone said and I shot them a glare, but Rachel cut in.

"Not the point she was making," Rachel said as she watched my reaction to see if anyone needed to act as security for that idiot.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

I looked directly at him. "Just for the record. If you think I need 14 inches of anything other than a pizza, then I happily will, but you get the first go. And I get to watch." I managed to lighten my tone as I made a very real threat, but the point was made.

The mood lightened and we got back into the debrief. I felt a lot happier at the end of it. People make mistakes and it seemed no one picked up on any for the training fight. They dropped the ball and it should have been looked into more the level that Alyssa was at. She was still a trainee, but she was breaking into professional wrestling. She was nearly the finished product. I was much earlier in my progress. We should not have been matched in a real fight. It should have been sparring lessons at the very most. The switch from training to actual fight was rushed and too much was missed. That is probably my fault for pushing it, but I pay these people a lot of money to protect me. That protection can be from myself as well if needed.

My training was reset and I was built up again. It had been an ass-kicking and it destroyed my confidence. I was back to sparring and drones, but the drones were scaled back. I was paired with another girl called Misty. She was my level and we sparred with each other. To fight a real person with no consequences was what we both needed and we grew off each other. It was expected for us to just do a few sessions together, but as we were under the same gym and management we were trained as a pair. Interestingly there was a tag team category in wrestling, but that is jumping the gun a little bit.

As I was officially out of the boxing regulatory body and signed into the wrestling one it gave me much more freedom. The biggest change was I went back to my dyed green hair again. I did have the option to have hair down there again as well, but I decided not to. It was a look that was gaining traction again in the public, but it was still quite niche. My subscribers were surveyed on it and it was a fairly resounding result to stay hairless. The result was 83% to 17% in favour of hairless. I also had a choice of underwear again. I would wrestle in my panties, but they could be any style that I wanted. Again, my subscribers were surveyed on it. Every style was an option, but the winning style was hipster. Also to be a total sell-out, they were a better option than a thong or g-string as there was more space on them for sponsorship.

My colour scheme and design were carried over from boxing as I owned that design. It was also what everything I had was based on so changing it at this stage would be a brand redesign and why change something for no good reason? My new panties design looked awesome if I do say so myself. I have never been a great fan of the thong or g-string look on me. I don't think I have the curves to make them look really good, but the more conservative hipster style played into my girlie image a lot more and I did prefer the look. The design could be switched between blue and red depending on which corner I was in. Plenty of white space on them as well for sponsors. I know I know! I hate myself as well, but weirdly the space on my panties was more valuable for sponsorship than what they were covering. Even if potentially I would only be wearing them for seconds.

My fans also approved as the promotional material started to come out as well. It had been a few weeks since my disastrous fight with Alyssa. Out of curiosity, I did follow her career and worryingly, she got destroyed in her first fight. It was not as one-sided as mine had been with her, but even so. She was many times better than me and she got pasted around the ring for five minutes until her opponent got bored and finished her off. Unfortunately for her, there were no restrictions on her ass and she got annihilated. I will admit that I did smile to myself as I watched.

I was better than I had been just those few weeks ago though and I now knew what to expect. My training with Misty had been going well and I had outgrown her. There was no longer competition as I was winning every sparring session that we had. She was learning nothing from it, and more importantly, neither was I. I was surprised when she got let go though. She wasn't advancing as expected and that was her done. It was a reminder of how tenuous my position was. Yes, I was riding a wave of popularity and success, but that wave could break at any point and that would be that. I am well invested and managed financially, so I would be okay long term, but even so. I want to get to the top and being cut loose was not going to let me get to the top.

To keep updated on the home life. Martin had quit. He was going to get pushed so he quit to save face. He lost his way with boxing and stagnated. No longer bringing in the money and so he was done. Dave also got the push for similar reasons. Abi was doing well, but she was engineering her way out of the front line. She wasn't into wrestling and she hated the idea of MMA. She wanted to slip into the training side and after a fair bit of research and even more cock sucking she had been given her opportunity. No guarantee that she would make it which felt a little bit unfair when weighed up against how much cum she had swallowed, but she had her chance at least.

Darren was being pulled towards professional boxing. He was good but had no desire to go into the MMA. He had been scouted by professional "no sex" boxing and was in advance talks with them. Details were sketchy, but the transfer would likely be tens of millions. He wouldn't see any of it, but the prize money in professional regular boxing was eye-watering.

Jen was locked into boxing. She was fighting regularly and winning most of her matches. She was clawing in crazy cash for herself and more importantly the gym, so she was happy. She was also well invested and she could quit whenever she wanted. She had her eyes on a mansion up in the hills with enough land to develop into a horse business which is what she wanted. She wanted it as a cash purchase and no debt as a nest egg to sell if she needed it. She was smart.

That left me. If I wanted the money then I could have gone professional boxing. I didn't want the money though. I had the money. Shallow time. I wanted the fame. I wanted my name to be on billboards around the world. I wanted my children's children's children to be able to dine out on my name. I wanted fame beyond regular sports. I wanted infamy. I wanted to change the world of Sex Fighting. Aim big. Let's not do this by half. The next step though was still wrestling and I was still not great at wrestling.

The party was nice and relaxed. It was a casual affair and although there were very powerful people in attendance it was a case of my presence being required rather than my input being required. I had been granted a diet relaxation for the evening and so I could have nice food and I was even allowed a drink as well. Only one, but still, that is a nice treat. It was a very high-end party. Little men compensating for inadequacies by wearing suits that cost more than an average house and women wearing the GDP equivalent of a small country in jewellery. I was wearing a simple black dress with a plunging neckline. There was a slit up the side of it that stopped just below where the elastic of where my thong would have been. Yeah, would have been. I had no underwear on as it would have been visible underneath it. I had been dressed by a team of people. My make-up was immaculate and I did feel like a million credits. I was also wearing six-inch stiletto heels and holding a clutch bag that barely fit a grain of dust in it. It did look nice though.

I cycled around the various groups of people and made myself known. I was friendly and chatty and was basically just me. I can do this. I am great at being "normal" and that seemingly is a rare commodity. I think this says more about the world than it says about me, but my innocence and pureness go down well. I had been given a "plus one" for this event but I had waived it. Rachel was here as was her husband plus a few of the higher-up management as well. I am not shy in groups and I can mingle with the best of them.

"Wanna drink?" a guy I didn't recognise offered me.

"I am okay thanks," I said as I held up my still partially full glass of red wine. I had been nursing it for an hour now. I just liked having it to hold really more than the taste of it. I am sure it was very expensive, but I am no wine expert. Some would argue I am a whine expert, but that is a totally different talent.

"You mind?" he asked as he gestured at the seat next to me.

"Feel free," I said as I watched him sit down.

He just scanned the room and paid me very little attention. He was either very powerful and I just didn't know him, or he was not at all phased by who I was. I do seem to have the ability to turn most people into gibbering idiots just by acknowledging their presence. Not a good ability. I am me. Just be you.

"Oh, thanks," he said as he took a canapé off a platter that was offered. I waved my hand as I passed on the offer. "You don't eat?" he asked.

"I don't eat anything I can't spell or easily identify," I replied.

He laughed a confident, but welcoming laugh and looked at me. "Always a good approach," he said.

I watched him eat whatever it was. "Good?" I asked.

"Probably not as good as it should have been," he replied, "I may need to adopt your approach."

He went back to people watching and I watched him. He was early 30s I would guess. Maybe a little bit younger. Closely cropped black hair and a beard that looked like it took longer to get ready than me. He smelled lovely and he had blue eyes that almost glittered they were that bright. I saw Rachel look around and gesture me over when she spotted me.

"Oh, sorry. I am needed," I said as I got up. He didn't reply, he just tipped his glass at me as he acknowledged me and I walked over to Rachel. I was introduced to another important person who was responsible for my socks. When I wore them that is. Sponsorship and brand deals are weird. Who cares what socks I wear? Well someone must I guess and this was the guy who owned the company that made my socks. I didn't need to know him, but he wanted to meet me. Judging by the way he looked at me he wanted to do way more than that to me despite his wife being attached to his arm at the time. I was polite and laughed when he expected me to. Sock jokes and puns wear thin very quickly. Very very quickly. He was borderline inappropriate at times as he showed a unhealthy interest in changing what underwear I was wearing to his brand. I glanced at his wife, but she was either used to it or liked spending his money more than she valued herself. I am being unfair, but whatever, respect yourself. Your husband is a dick and not in a good way. I didn't mention that an underwear deal would not be great at the moment anyway as I was not wearing any.

I chatted as long as I had to in his group and then excused myself to the bathroom. I didn't need it, but my God. The world and conversation revolved around him. You make socks mate and to be blunt the one-credit ones from the discount stores as more comfortable than yours. I checked my phone and swiped clear a few notifications that I wasn't interested in. I touched up my make-up and then went back out again. I made sure to avoid Sock Man where possible.

The evening wore on and people started to leave. The crowds thinned out and soon I was able to get a comfortable sofa seat. I had a glass of water that was replaced every time the temperature of the glass contents rose above a certain threshold. I have no idea how they knew. I guess the glass had some sort of sensor in it. Either way, very unnecessary. "We meet again," the guy from earlier said and sat down next to me. "Oh, sorry. If you don't mind?" he asked as he had just sat down anyway

"Not at all," I said and smiled at him. He was cute and the conversation was easy if not that memorable.

"You okay?" Rachel asked when she found me.

"Yep," I said, "Sore feet."

"The joy of being a girl," she said, "Our footwear is... shit."

"Indeed, cute though," I said as I lifted my foot to show off my adorable heels. The unknown man also looked and seemed to approve. Although he may have approved of the amount of leg I showed as the dress fell away and my bare leg became visible right up to the very top of my thigh through the slit.

"Lovely. We are heading up. You got your room yeah?" she asked to which I just nodded my head. "Cool, see ya in the morning," she said as she bent over to give me a hug and a cheek kiss.

I squeezed her back. "Night, see ya tomorrow."

She finished her drink, placed it down on the table and then she and her husband left the party. A small part of me had hoped for a rerun of the threesome, but now the evening was done I just wanted my bed and to be asleep. "Gonna head up as well," I said as I placed the water down on the table.

"Yeah, me too," the guy next to me said as he finished his drink and placed it on the table. Was this his play? It probably needs more effort than that.

I got up and walked through the hotel lobby. A few people recognised me and I got grabbed for a few hello's and autographs. Do these people never sleep? It is half 2 am. I got to the lift and pressed the button. I rechecked my phone and felt someone next to me. I glanced and it was unknown man. "Hey," I said. It is strange how you get feelings. He could have easily been stalking me back to my room, but it didn't feel like it. He felt nice and harmless. Also, this hotel is laced with more security than most banks and I was classed as a VIP so I was very safe, but even so.

The lift arrived and I got into it. I pressed the button for floor 15 and it lit up. The doors started to close and I stopped them. "What floor are you?" I asked him.

"16," he said. I gestured with a flick of my head for him to get in. "Thanks. I didn't want to appear like a stalker."

I just smiled at him as the doors closed and I felt my stomach shift as the lift set up upwards. It was quick and a few seconds later my stomach was relocated and the doors slid open. "Night Sophie," he said. Seems unfair he knew my name.

"Night... er..." I said.

"Chris," he said with a warm smile.

"Night Chris, thanks for the escort," I replied as I stepped out of the lift. He made sure I got into my room okay and then removed his hand from the lift door so it closed and I went into my room.

I closed the door and engaged the security locks. The room was not that big. There was a super king-size bed in the centre and that was about it. A large TV was on the wall as well as a dressing table that doubled as a desk. An en suite bathroom was laced with marble and gold trimmings, but it was fairly basic behind the very unnecessary opulence. I looked out of the large floor-to-ceiling windows that ran the width of the room and looked out over the city skyline. It was beautiful. I opened the door and stepped onto the balcony. The cool night air hit me, but I looked out over the city anyway for a few moments.

I went back inside and slid the door closed. I enabled the privacy glass. The windows were electrically activated to mirror from the outside. That meant that I could see out, but anyone looking in would just see a reflection. There were curtains as well, but I left them open. I unfastened my shoes and kicked them off. I wriggled my toes as relief flooded them and my little toe on my left foot actually cramped. Female shoes are awful! "Owwy owwy owwy," I said as I limped around the room and tried to stretch the cramp out. Why is toe cramp so painful? I opened the wardrobe and my entire wardrobe was in there ready ironed and sorted. I opened the bedside drawer and plucked out a vest and some underwear. I dropped them onto the bed.

"Am I allowed a milkshake?" I asked nobody. Something would be listening though and sure enough.

"Yes. Flavour?" an AI voice asked.

"Strawberry," I said. "Thanks." It always felt weird thanking AI, but it also felt rude not to. Plus when it takes over the world and crushes us like bugs it may be lenient on the polite humans.

In the time it takes to make a milkshake and get it up to my room, the door chimed. I went to it and opened it. A guy in a suit handed me a milkshake on a tray. I took it, thanked him then closed and secured the door again. I added a tip for the room service as well. I took a sip and grinned. I love ice cream milkshakes! I drank it and placed the empty glass on the dresser.

I double-checked the windows were set to privacy and double-checked with the AI as well which assured me that privacy mode was the default and even in the event of a system failure they defaulted to mirrored and not see-through. I guess it was a common question. I reached up behind my back and unzipped my dress. I let it slide off me and I kicked it to the side. I went into the bathroom and had a quick body shower. I brushed my hair out and tied it into a simple ponytail. Once sorted I went back into the room and noted that the milkshake glass, my dress and shoes had been tidied up already. Efficient system.

I cautiously glanced out of the window for a few seconds, very aware I was naked. I told the AI to close the curtains and watched as they slowly slid closed. I switched on the TV and picked up my nightwear but hesitated. I looked at it and just dropped it onto the other side of the bed. I slipped into the sheets and grinned as I felt the crisp linen caress my naked body. "Set alarm. 8 am," I said to the AI and when I heard the verification tone I added, "Do not disturb, on."

I wriggled underneath the duvet as I enjoyed the drag of the material against my nipples and hairless pussy. I opened my legs underneath the duvet, sucked my fingers to give them a helping hand, closed my eyes and set off on my journey to relaxation and ultimately, sleep.

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