Sex Fighting League Ch. 13

I woke up to the dull chime of my alarm and slapped at it a few times before I found it and managed to silence it. I grumbled at being woken up. I dozed off instantly and was woken up a few minutes later by the snoozed alarm. I snoozed it again and rolled onto my back. The feint memory of masturbation and soothing orgasm came back to me and I smiled to myself as I felt the luxurious duvet against my naked body. I was way too hot and I worked the duvet down to my waist to cool myself off. The cool air felt so nice against my bare chest, my nipples reacted to the cool air and I felt them get hard. I switched off my alarm when it went again and double-checked the time. 08:16.

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I double-checked that the windows were on mirror mode and then asked the AI to open the curtains. The view from up here was spectacular and even if the windows were not mirrored from the outside it would have been a needle in a haystack type thing to see me. You try telling your brain that though when curtains slowly slide open to expose a floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall window while you stand looking out of it with nothing on. My phone notified me of a message. It was Rachel saying good morning and letting me know they were going for breakfast at around 9.

I replied saying I would see them there and placed my phone back on the side again. I watched the people in the street far below and took a sip of my water that was on the side. "Am I allowed a milkshake?" I asked.

"Not approved. Would you like to make a request?"

"No, ta," I said as I knew it would be denied anyway. It was worth a try though. "Do not disturb still on?"

"Yes."

"Cool, lock bedroom door. Privacy to maximum for my authority."

"Confirmed."

"What toys do we have?" I asked. "Sex toys. I clarified," Although AI does read the implied tone most of the time, it does sometimes come back with Lego suggestions. I haven't tried, but I am guessing a Lego dildo would be a very bad idea.

The TV switched itself on and an array of sex toys started to cycle on the screen. They ranged from simple dildos and vibrators right the way up to bondage gear that I had no idea how it even worked. "Vibrator with clit stimulation," I said. The screen flickered as it applied the filter and started to cycle the options. "Yeah, that one," I said when I saw one I recognised. It was derived from the old Rabbit toys of the 20th century and I knew how effective they were as I had one of my own.

"Size?" the AI asked.

I used my phone to grant access to my more intimate medical data on a very secure system link. "Whatever you recommend."

"Anal variant?" the AI asked in a monotone that was very strange when asking me if I wanted anal sex or not. I did always wonder why that had not been addressed. I didn't want it to sound excited at the prospect of me getting myself off, but a hint of emotion would be nice.

"Show me," I said and the image on the TV switched to a toy that would fully fill me up and then some. "Er, smaller than that," I said.

"Anal attachment size can be customised."

I stared at it for a few seconds. "No, no anal," I said eventually. It was a fairly long train ride home and I didn't need the discomfort of recent anal sex to add to the tedium.

"Confirmation required," the AI asked as the TV switched to a purchase screen. It wasn't a lot of credits but it was a waste of money as I had ten fingers that could get me to where I wanted to go for free.

"Confirm. Cost to personal account, not on expenses."

The toy was delivered by the AI drone system directly into the bedside drawer. I opened it and gave it a squeeze in my hand. I loved that feeling of silicone. Maybe a little bit too much, but it just felt so reliable and comforting.

I knelt on the bed and looked out of the window while I sucked the toy. I ignored how many times this thing would have been used before me. They were clinically cleaned and re-serviced between uses and were actually proven to be more hygienic than a new item, but even so. Best to ignore that. I sucked it and gently teased it into my mouth and throat. I gagged a couple of times as the AI had recommended a 5-inch toy. Not big, but longer than my mouth is deep and so it tickled my tonsils. I pushed it a little deeper and gagged around it again.

I teased my clit with my fingers on my left hand and when I was wet enough I gave the toy another suck. I made sure to leave behind a generous amount of saliva and lifted myself higher off the bed. I ran it down my naked body and gently teased it against myself. I was probably not quite wet enough so I sucked it again and my saliva did the trick. With a firm push I felt it force passed my natural resistance and slip inside me. "Oh fuck," I whispered to myself as I felt it inside me. A few cautious thrusts and my body reacted with ample wetness. I gently had sex with myself until I was very wet and very turned on. I fumbled at the switch and at the second attempt, I felt the powerful thud as the toy activated.

"Ooo fuck yeah," I said as I felt the vibrations through my core. "AI, control the vibration for me?" I asked.

"Okay," it replied. I also reactivated access to my medical data as well. "Confirmed," it said as it acknowledged the medical access.

I slowly teased the toy inside me and the second the 'ears' nestled around my clit I felt the toy vibrate against me. The shaft rotated and rippled inside me as I went deeper. I pulled out slightly and I felt the pattern change as the depth changed. I leaned back and fucked myself with it. Slow and deep I let the AI vibrate me towards heaven. I squeezed my right nipple with the fingers on my left hand and twisted them around. "Climax?" the AI asked.

"Uh hu," I said as I picked up the pace. "Yes please."

I fucking love these toys. One of the few that I actually own myself and use the most. They just work. They link with AI so well and they just do it for me massively. I leaned forward and went doggy. Reaching underneath my body I thrust the toy inside me. Long deep thrusts all the way in until the ears pressed against the base of my clit. In that second I did wish that I had gone bigger, or at least longer. The intensity increased as it surrounded my throbbing clit. I pulled it out slightly but made sure to keep the ears in contact with my clit. "I'm gonna cum," I whispered to nobody. I looked out of the window. Hundreds of people were within the panorama as my vision blurred. "Fuck yes," I gasped as I orgasmed.

I kept the volume down as soundproofing is never quite as good as you wish it would be. "Yes yes yes!" I moaned to myself as the wave of climax crashed over me.

I curled up into the bed and cuddled into the duvet for a few minutes as I recovered my breath and my senses. "Time?" I asked.

"08:47."

"Oops," I said to myself. That took longer than expected. I still needed to shower and get ready. No way was I making it for 09:00. I sent Rachel a message saying I would grab breakfast in a bit and to not wait for me. She just replied with a thumbs up.

I showered and dressed into some jeans and a T-shirt. I also put on some panties and a matching t-shirt bra as the light material of the t-shirt did very little to hide my nipples. I also put on some socks that were made by Sock Guy. I finished the outfit with some Vans trainers and tied my hair back into a simple ponytail. I made it down for breakfast at 09:20. Not bad considering I was naked and playing with myself around 30 minutes ago.

Rachel and her husband were just finishing up, but I still sat with them. My order was taken and I was back on boring food again. It would be nice, but not being able to pick my own was just annoying. Rachel and her husband excused themselves when they had finished and openly admitted to going back to their room for sex. Again, a little bit jealous. My breakfast arrived and it was lovely. I also enjoyed just being with me. I rarely got time just with me in public these days and although a few people recognised me I did appreciate their "leave me alone I am eating," approach.

"You do eat," the guy from last night said. "And I assume you could spell that?" he said. I looked at him and smiled.

"I could. It was lovely," I replied. I reached underneath the table and gently pushed the chair opposite out slightly with my foot. He looked at it and then at me and I smiled at him. He smiled back and took the invite. I felt my stomach flutter as he sat down. I know this is crazy but male attention is not something that I actively search for these days. I get my sex from Darren and I get fucked in my professional career. That simple gesture though was the first time in a long time that I had made any sort of leap which could have ended in rejection. I was so pleased it had not. Even if it did turn out he was just being polite.

We chatted about nothing in particular and I did notice how long it was taking for someone to take his order. I looked around and then at him again. "Has no one been over?" I asked.

He smiled at me and just puffed out his chest slightly. The gym logo was on his jacket with "Kitchen Staff" embroidered below it. "Oh," I said and instantly blushed. It was unreasonable to expect me to know everyone who worked for the gym I competed for. Even so, it still felt like I should know who helped make my breakfast.

"Super cute when you blush," he said with a warm smile. "Yes, we get fed, but we don't get service."

"You make a good breakfast," I complimented.

"I do try," he said.

"A good effort," I said

He just seemed normal. I realise how unhelpful that is as a descriptor, but he was just normal. He knew who I was and yet he spoke to me like I was a normal girl. He was polite and respectful, but his tone was weighted with suggestion and tease. It was the conversation that I would have in the bar before I was "famous". Neither of us expected it to go anywhere and that did not even cross my mind really. Well, a little bit maybe, but just that human connection, the relationship of touching another person was something I didn't realise I missed. Exclusively all of my relationships were ones of convenience. It was cute, plus the chase and the tease was fun. It was a friendly exchange between two humans. It was acknowledged in all but straight words that we liked each other, but never said or suggested that we date or anything like that. I am getting ahead of myself. He was cute though.

"Done?" he asked as he nodded at my plate.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks," I said as I handed him the plate while he stood up.

"Lovely talking to you," he said. "See ya later," he added.

"And you, it was nice," I said. "And the breakfast," I added with a smile as he went back into the kitchens. It felt real and like the old times when I was just Sophie who worked in the pub. That cycle of meeting someone who you like the look of and the hope and butterflies that they feel the same way. The excitement when they seemingly do and then that awkward stage of "Do you... don't you..." The slow dance of courtship in the modern day. This felt like it could be more than just sex and the more I thought about that the more I realised I had missed that aspect of life.

I went back up to my room and the AI had packed all of my stuff away. I noted that it had also cleared away the sex toy as well. I wondered if anyone else was using it at this moment in time or whether it was just in storage somewhere awaiting its next adventure. I am not sure if I found the concept of a shared sex toy sexy or a bit icky. I think I found it a bit sexy. Kind of sharing that intimate moment by proxy. I had a quick check that the AI had collected all of my stuff. This was just out of habit. They never made mistakes, but it always feels a bit wrong to check out of a hotel and not check under the bed for any rogue items. I went downstairs and Rachel was also just checking out. Or her husband was anyway.

"Good sex?" I asked her.

She smiled and did a perimeter check to make sure no one was within earshot. "Oh yes," she said with a genuine grin of satisfaction. "And the gym will get your morning entertainment."

I blushed. It is still a strange taboo to masturbate. I guess the hotel cost isn't settled until you check out and with the correct clearance, you can see all room charges. No matter who they will be paid by. "Fucking hell you are so cute," she said as she responded to my girlie shy blush. "We'll get it though."

"Sure?" I asked.

"Yeah, no worries. Did you cum?" she asked with a grin and I blushed again. She was not expecting an answer, it was purely to see me blush again.

My next fight was quickly arranged to keep the momentum going. Even though I had got my ass kicked the metrics showed a definite uptick in everything that mattered. This time I kept my mouth shut and let my team do what my team did. I would be fighting a girl called Lucy and she looked like a much better match for me. She was a much more comparable experience and at a similar point along her journey into wrestling. We were both very much "amateur" on the billing. Neither of us was the main event, we were a footnote in the advertisements, but nonetheless, we had a slot on a fairly large fight night and that in itself was an achievement.

This was not a training event or hastily arranged and so as an aside both teams could be bothered with the paperwork so anal was allowed this time. As girls are sadistic creatures it was a given that whoever lost was getting butt fucked. I had done my research, she hated anal. She will have done her own research and she would know that although I didn't hate it, I would get off on it and so my ass was very much on the line. The loser would also be thrown into the melee for sex and there would be 40 eager people waiting to defile the loser. Whoever that would be. Due to the schedule the group sex forfeit would not be broadcast on the mainstream, but it would switch to subscriber streams of which Lucy and my own stream channels would get exclusivity. Although this seemed like a step down from boxing box office it actually helped my bottom line as it pushed more subscribers. For the loser, nudity would be for the full night and until check-out the next day. Our forfeits would be followed by a live stream and would be fully uncensored. The loser would be doing media interviews naked, and also eating her breakfast the next morning naked as well. Our fight was scheduled for early afternoon so that was a long time to be naked.

That wasn't really what concerned me though. What concerned me was a message I got from my brother which was just a screenshot of a bet that he had made for 1000 credits. The bet was not on me to win. Now I hate losing, but I am learning, I am going to have a bumpy fight or two along the road, but to lose and for my brother to make money off it was another level of determination. I didn't even reply to him. He will have seen that I had read the message, as that was unavoidable, but I sent no reply.

I was in the changing rooms as normal going through my pre-fight superstitions. My gloves went on in the same order, and I showered using the same routine. The final plucking of hairs was done in the same order as always. It was partially to keep me focused. To keep me in the frame of mind that I needed to be in. If something was different it was noticed and so broke rhythm or flow, or whatever else. I have no idea who I am trying to bullshit with this. It was akin to wearing your lucky panties whenever you went out with a new boyfriend. It had no grounding in reality, but human psychology was real, and if you believe something will work, then it works.

"Ready?" Rachel asked me.

"Yeah," I said as I nodded my head and stood up off the bench.

"Kick her ass," she said with a warm smile. Gave me a hug and a squeeze. "We got ya, enjoy it," she added.

I smiled at her reassurance. It was not in any of their professional interests to allow me to get hurt or in too deep, but with Rachel it felt deeper than that. She seemed like she genuinely cared. I am sure she does, but I am not sure how much of that is a professional requirement and how much of it is a personal love for me. She left the changing area and went into the arena to take her position. I bounced on my toes as people fussed around me. "You good?" someone asked me and I nodded. I looked at them and held my wrist out to them. They pressed the device against my wrist and I felt the coolness as I got injected with the stimulant to turn me on. My body tingled instantly and I felt myself start to get wet.

This was not a foreplay fight. This was an orgasm race. It had to be hot and steamy and the fighters had to be "up for it." Each fighter was injected with a stimulant before the fight which basically turned you into a horny sex-craving slut. Within seconds my nipples were like small bullets and my pussy was creaming.

I love that feeling. I would kill to be allowed such a drug in my personal life. Your entire body came alive in the space of a few seconds. What normally took many many minutes of teasing and foreplay was achieved in seconds and it felt incredible. It properly messed with your head until you got used to it. It was another level of horny. "Wet?" they asked to which I just nodded. He looked at the guy who was monitoring my medical feeds and he just gave the thumbs up. "Is she to the required level?"

It is very strange to have two people discuss how wet your pussy is, but again, you do get used to it. "Yes, she is ready," he said and looked at me. "You good?" I nodded my head in reply. My MMA style gloves were checked as were my knee and elbow padding. Someone else fiddled with my panties. I felt them run their fingers around the inside leg of them and get tingly close to the more sensitive bits down there. Unintentional, but I was on a knife edge of horniness and to be honest with you, anything down there would feel nice at the moment.

"Sorry," she said when she felt my reaction.

"No worries," I said with a grin. "A little to the left though."

"You wish," she replied with a knowing smile. I didn't even know her name, but I had seen her before. I was not quite big enough to have my own full dedicated team yet, but due to security clearance and all that boring stuff the number of people who were allowed to do final checks was a fairly limited number. "Kick the shit out of her," she said as she stood up and verified I was ready to go.

I just nodded my head and bounced on my toes. I jumped up and down and flicked my legs up underneath me to keep warm and limber. The air temperature was a nice 22 degrees Celsius, but I was only wearing panties so my muscles would cool down quickly. It was very easy to pull a muscle or strain something and at this late stage, this did not get you out of the fight. Well, it did, you forfeited the fight, you were drugged up on painkillers and skipped straight to the forfeit. People were in the arena. Ticket sales had been finalised. The show must go on. I heard my music cut in and I waited for my cue and then walked, danced, and bounced to the arena. I flipped into the ring over the top rope and I took the cheers of the crowd. I went to each corner and soaked up the noise and energy of 50,000 people.

My music faded and then cut off. It switched to her music and the noise level stepped up a notch or two. Bitch. There are perks of not being the favourite. As long as I put on a good show my work was done. Winning was not expected and yet having someone else be cheered more than me did irk a little bit. I would have to change that. I watched her as she came to ring and credit where credit was due. She was so sexy. I think she surpassed the level of sexy that I have ever achieved. I am carried by cuteness. I am small, delicate and look stunning half naked with my hair and make-up done by a team of professionals. She had that air of pure sex. You could feel her confidence and that was attractive. In a different situation, I would have slept with her if she asked me. She just had that allure. I still hated her for it. Credit where credit is due though. I guess.

While she came into the ring I made the point to find my Dad in the crowd. He rarely missed a fight. I would say that it was because it was free and he got treated like royalty on my expenses, but that would be a disservice to him. I don't think he fully approved of my career choice, but he supported me fully anyway. He was a few rows back amongst a group of people who he had no idea who they were but he was rubbing shoulders with some fairly influential people. I smiled at him when we locked eyes and he smiled back. He nodded his head as he always did and gave me a wink.

We went to opposite corners and wound the crowd up into a frenzy. The injection to turn me on had fully taken effect now and my nipples felt like they were buzzing with excitement. I was so turned on the vibrating air caused by the noise from the crowd felt nice as it caressed over my rock-hard nipples. It always amazed me at these events how timeless they were. We were the lowest fight on the billing so it was 13:00 and yet the sound and enthusiasm of the crowd was like we were the main event. They were invested in these fights and even though most wouldn't have any sort of wager on the fight, the majority would be invested in some way. They would have a favourite even if it was just based off the primal reason of which one of us they wanted to fuck. Whether that was Lucy or myself, it didn't really matter. The atmosphere generated was electric and I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end as my body came alive to the performance.

We switched corners so all of the crowd got to see us and we lapped up their appreciation. On the last corner, I flipped backwards off the top rope doing a double somersault and landing on my feet in the ring to rapturous applause. That had been optional in my routine. It was the most likely part to go wrong and I could just step down as I did the previous three corners if I wanted, but it felt good, so I did it and I nailed it. I skipped to my corner and was given the final reminders whilst my panties were checked again. I went back into the centre of the ring and hugged my opponent. She was 26 years old. 56 kg to my 47 kg. Long blonde hair flowed down her back in a ponytail. Sparkling blue eyes sat in a more rounded face than her weight and body would indicate. She was more sexy than cute if that makes sense. She was the polar opposite of my pixie-like features. I could be mistaken for skin and bone, whereas she had a softer shape and flow to her curves. I felt her breasts press against my own and both of our nipples reacted to the contact.

"Clean fight ladies. One fall. You know the drill. Ready?" we both nodded and the bell was rung. We had previously agreed off stage to not hug again and we were straight into it. She was fast and nimble. She was more experienced than me and I knew this. The common sense approach would have been to stand off her, get myself settled into the fight and just try and wear her down with endurance. Instead, I rushed in. I knocked her back into the ropes and took her feet from under her. I slammed her onto her back and made sure to land on her stomach with my full weight to wind her. It was speed, aggression and surprise. She grunted as her back slammed into the mat and then wheezed when I landed on her and forcibly expelled her air.

She grappled with my hands but she was not expecting that and I got her left wrist pinned. She tried to tag it to release it, but I overpowered her right hand. She was stronger than me, but not when I was on top of her and while she fought for air. She tried to twist and throw me off her, but she just rotated her body and I maintained my position. She could roll onto her front if she wanted, but that would be a very vulnerable position. She knew that and so she stayed on her back. She pulled her left wrist upwards but I just slammed my right hand onto it and pushed her back into the ring again. The restraint held and I switched back to her right wrist. I had to get that pinned. She struggled and made it really difficult for me but her fully defensive fight soon started to take its toll on her strength. She twisted her legs and I felt them open, I took the opportunity and slid my knee between her legs. She was so turned on and as I pushed my knee up against her clit and pussy I saw the flash of her eyes as pleasure flooded her body. I felt her wetness against my knee through her underwear and I grinned down at her as I watched her strength drain away.

Endurance is a strange thing. In training, you can fight nearly all day with just the occasional breather. In the real world when someone was sat on top of you it is scary how quickly you start to get weaker especially when you are horny. Those few seconds breathers that you get in training are so important. Just breathing is hard when you have someone sitting on your stomach. You take shallower breaths and slowly but surely your strength ebbs away. I slammed her right wrist into the mat and she strained as hard as she could to stop me. She lifted it back off the mat again, but only by a couple of inches as I leaned forward and pushed it against the mat. "No no no no," she whispered urgently as she felt her wrist get grabbed by the ring.

"Yes yes yes yes," I teased back at her as she twisted herself underneath me while I just held her wrists above her head and pushed my knee hard against her pussy and rubbed against her through the material of her panties.

She glared up at me and I saw the fire in her eyes. She knew that she was in trouble. She had not expected me to be so aggressive and that had been the edge that I needed. I cautiously lifted my right hand and just used my left to pin her. She was strong and I did not want her breaking free. She strained against me but she went nowhere. The realisation set in that she was in trouble and I saw her expression change from "fired up" to "Oh shit". I kissed her on the lips and she twisted her head away. "Fuck you," she spat.

"No no no," I cooed back predatorily. "Fuck you," I whispered into her ear as I kissed and licked her exposed neck where she had twisted her head away from me.

"Oh God," she moaned softly as my kisses landed on the sensitive skin behind her ear. I felt her body shiver beneath me as arousal surged through her body. Being kissed there feels awesome when you are not horny. When you are creaming yourself with excitement it feels otherworldly. I know this as Alyssa had done the exact same thing to me.

I reached behind myself and toyed with the elastic of her panties. It was an awkward angle and I knew I did not have the reach to push them down far enough. She snapped her legs open to stop me anyway when she felt me take hold of them. "Not gonna need these," I whispered to her as I slowly pulled at them gradually increasing the pressure applied to them. I knew what the breaking point for them was and I just applied the pressure slowly until they snapped.

"No!" she gasped as the material gave way and her panties tore free. I showed her them for a second before throwing them into the crowd who were going crazy.

"Make it easy," I whispered into her ear as I reached behind myself and stroked my fingers between her legs. I felt her shudder at my touch and her wetness surrounded my fingers. She closed her legs protectively, but I didn't surrender my dominant position and I slid two fingers inside her.

I could see the pleasure in her eyes as I fingered her and with each thrust of my fingers, her legs loosened against my hand as she slowly opened her legs for me while I fingered her. "Oh my fucking God," she gasped as she stared up at me. Pleasure was written across her face as she fully surrendered and opened her legs for me. I fingered her deeper and faster as I wanted to get this done quickly.

"Cum," I urged her. She shook her head. "Be a good girl, and cum for me," I said softly to her. She shook her head again and I felt her weak legs try and close, but her strength had gone.

I sat up so I had a better angle and pushed deeper inside her. I tried three fingers but she was too tight at this angle. I would have been able to force them in, but this stage was pleasure. I did not want to toy with her, I just wanted her to orgasm. I needed a win. Her eyes stared at me. Her mouth was open and she was not breathing. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and just the whites of them stared at me. She looked ethereal as she lay beneath me and rushing towards her orgasm. I felt her legs move and she opened up more for me. I pushed a third finger inside her and she moaned a low deep grumble as her body started to betray her. I leaned down to her and nibbled at her ear. "Cum," I whispered. "Let yourself cum."

She shook her head again, but much more slowly this time. "Fuck... you..." she whispered, but she was barely in the room anymore. Her brain was miles away and I grinned at her as I sat back up again. I leaned backwards a little bit to give myself an easier angle and I pumped my fingers in and out of her. Her wetness was audible as she creamed herself.

Her body tensed and I kept the same rhythm. I was urging her to cum in my head while I looked down at her. I was no longer holding her arms above her head. She had no strength left to break them free. She did look so sexy and I wondered whether I would do her doggy or with her on her back. Her face was adorable and I bet she would look impossibly cute as I forced a strap-on up her tight ass. I wanted to watch her while I fucked her up the ass. Firstly though the stubborn bitch had to cum.

I leaned back further to push my fingers deeper and faster. It gave me a much easier angle to finger her and I wanted this to be over. "Cum," I instructed. The crowd were going insane and the energy I got from that was incredible. My whole body felt alive at that moment in time. I felt her legs move again and her eyes snapped open. For a split second, I thought that this was it and I grinned at her as I awaited her orgasm. She was going to cum, but out of the corner of my eye I saw something and before I could react one of her legs wrapped around my neck. She slammed me backwards and as I was leaning so far back I lost balance. The last thing I saw was the sparkle in her eyes as she saw the shock and surprise in mine. I remember the back of my head slamming into the mat and then the noise sounded like it was underwater and my world was in slow motion for a few seconds.

I don't think I lost consciousness, but that must have been close. I was visibly stunned and I expected the fight to be called. If not by my team, just by medical intervention. That really hurt and for a fraction of a second, I had no idea who I was or where I was. My head cleared slightly, but in that moment she had leapt on top of me and fully pinned me. I struggled, but I still didn't know which way was up at that moment in time, never mind being in any state of mind to defend myself. I felt my wrists get pinned and pulled at them, but I was done. I am not sure if the restraints were stronger than what little energy I had left or if the arms never got the signal from my brain to move.

I felt her tug at my panties and felt them slip down my thighs. The cool air in the arena licked between my legs and I twisted my legs together to protect my dignity. I clamped my legs closed to protect my pussy, but she was not at that stage yet. I felt my panties slide down my legs and off before I even realised that I was losing them. She dangled them on the end of her finger for a second to show them to me and then threw them into the crowd. I pulled my arms again, but I didn't move. The restraints didn't even strain as they held me in place. She grinned down at me and stretched my arms further outwards to fully restrict my movement. She switched to my ankles and with no resistance from me she secured them so I was fully starfished on my back. I struggled and wriggled, but she just grinned down at me. I was going nowhere. I felt her fingers slide down the front of my body and between my legs. She spread my pussy for the cameras and then gently teased a finger inside me. I stared at her and waited. I wasn't going to last long and I was incapable of fighting it.

"Come on Sophie. In your own time. Cum for me," she whispered as I felt her pick up the pace and depth of her fingers. I just stared through her, I had lost again, or I was about to. She swirled her thumb over my sensitive clit and I fell off the cliff. Game over. My orgasm was silent, but my body bucked and shivered like I was being electrocuted. "Good girl," she whispered into my ear as she allowed me to fully finish before she stopped.

I relaxed onto my back and all tension left me as I floated in the world that was post-orgasm. I had a banging headache but endorphins flooded my system as I started to come down.

She left me restrained on my back on the mat as she stood up. She was naked as I had at least taken her panties before I got stupid and subsequently fucked. She celebrated with the crowd as I just lay on my back recovering. I could feel my excitement dripping out of me. My legs were wide open as they had been restrained and I knew drones would be broadcasting my creaming pussy around the world. I also knew that my brother would be watching. I hated he had just made money out of that. Not a lot as I was not the bookie's favourite anyway, but even so, he would have made a few credits out of my defeat.

I shivered as the warm glow of sex started to ebb away to be replaced by cold. Lucy saw me shiver and she came over to me. She pulled my left ankle and wrist free so I could release myself and curl up. Partially to maintain my dignity, but mainly to keep warm. My dignity had long gone. I still had some heat to preserve. "You good?" she asked and I just shook my head. My head was banging. She stepped back and said something, but it was just a warped sound by the time my brain had processed it.

My team arrived, surrounded me and medical screens went up. I was wrapped up in a blanket and once any immediate danger was ruled out I felt someone cuddle me. I knew by how she did it and her scent that it was Rachel. "You okay?" she asked. I shook my head. I was curled up into a tight ball and wrapped up in a blanket. My brain felt like it was going to burst out of my skull and I wished that it would to end this suffering. It was excruciating. "She okay?" I heard her ask someone else.

"Checking," was the only reply. I felt an injection into my arm and then I zoned out.

A hand rested on my shoulder and stopped me from sitting up. I was gently pushed onto my back again. "Give yourself a minute," Sonia said. "How is the head?" Sonia was a constant, she was the medic who was always at the fights. Calling her a medic is vastly underselling her role as she was about as senior as you can get in her field. I always felt safe around her, she had no interest in my career other than my safety and health. There were no ulterior motives with her and of all the people in my professional life I would probably trust her the most. She has been with me at my highest and at my lowest. Never judged me, never pushed me in any direction. She just looks after me as her oath and personality dictates.

"Good," I said after a second to remember the pain and realise the lack of it now. "I am good," I said as I came around fully and I sat up. The screens were folded away from around me.

The sound in the room seemed to warp and whereas before it was silent I heard the roar of the crowd come back into reality. "You are fine, but it is your call," Sonia said as she moved back slightly to give me space.

I stood up and waved at the crowd to let them know that I was okay. Lucy was in her corner just waiting and chatting with her team. She got up when she saw me and came over. We hugged and she squeezed me tighter than she needed to. We were competitors, but no one wanted to hurt anyone. It was a high-impact sport and of course, there is a chance you will get hurt, but that is just a risk of the job. "You okay?" she asked. I just nodded my head.

"Good job," I said, "What the fuck was that move?"

We hugged and I felt her laugh more than heard her as the noise from the crowd was deafening. "Opportunistic," she said, "And fucking lucky."

"Good though," I whispered.

"Experience," she said, "You will not do that again. You definitely okay?"

"Yeah, I am good," I said as I pulled away from her and lifted her hand into the air for the crowd. Fucking bitch.

"You have a pass," she said, "We calling it there?"

The crowd hushed as they heard her offer to me. It was something that I could do anyway as I had had medical intervention post-fight. Even in this job, it is all consent and that is so important. If I was just not up for the next stage I could walk away with no consequences. The arena would reimburse the lucky 40 who would have got to fuck me and they would be given stuff that was way more valuable than pounding me for 30 seconds each until they spunked in me. I gave it a second or two, just to make sure it was my call. If I was medically unsafe to continue I would not have the choice and Sonia would have jumped in, but she didn't I just smiled at Lucy. "I guess I am gonna squeal," I said with a grin.

"Sure?" she asked and I just nodded. She hugged me again and squeezed me. "I am gonna fuck you up the ass you know?" she whispered.

"I know. Nothing drives a lesson home better than a good ass fucking though," I replied.

"Enjoy," she whispered into my ear so no one else could hear and then she stepped back.

We were standing in the middle of the ring and the usual announcement was made. It always felt a little bit strange as everyone knew the result of that fight, it did not need announcing. If however you somehow were in any doubt about the result Lucy was currently looking very pleased with herself while wearing a strap-on that looked like it should be a limb, not an appendage. I had previously watched nervously as she put on the strap-on and made sure that it was comfortable. Of course, I am just being bitter, when I am the one about to get her hand lifted into the air in victory I do quite enjoy the process. I was not that person though. I stared straight ahead into the crowd as the result was made official.

I heard her shout her celebration into the noise of the audience. There was no way she should have won that, I made a stupid mistake and she got lucky. Lucky or not though, a win is a win and now it was my turn to pay up. She grinned at me and with no words she shoved me to my knees. Almost as a reflex, I opened my mouth as soon as my knees hit the floor and less than a second later she filled my mouth with the strap-on.

She gagged me with it until I audibly choked on it. I heard the crowd cheer as they watched me give a blow job that I had no control over. No one was here to watch me have a good time. They were here to watch me beg for mercy. That was not something that I was not going to give them. I did feel a wave of relief though when I tasted how much lube was on the strap-on. It tasted horrible, but I knew where this was ultimately going and I would rather have a strange taste in my mouth than have my minimally lubed-up ass metaphorically torn apart.

She rode my face as she would have practised countless times. The angle, the depth, the speed. Everything will have been practised by her. Equally, on my knees, I sucked it as I had been trained to. This was a show. I was here for entertainment and even at this stage, it was a competition. Lucy was trying to overwhelm me and make me look amateur with a dick down my throat. I was here to suck it like a professional and make every guy in the audience wish it was their dick I was on the end of.

She was good though and as experienced as I am in this situation I was not physically equipped to have something this big down my throat. It was just too big. If it was a real one then I would have been able to take control by offering a sensation for him that convinced him to let me take the lead. She was getting nothing from this though. She wanted to watch me choke, wheeze and dribble my way to a very sloppy blowjob. After a few minutes, she got what she wanted.

Breathing through my mouth it was almost comedy blowjob sounds as I wheezed, gurgled and spluttered my way through the act. I felt myself drool and sucked back in to try and stop it, but it was out of my control. I felt the mix of my spit and the lube from the toy gloop against my chest and dribble down my naked body. "Yeah, get it nice and wet," she said as she stood above me.

She let the buzz from the crowd die down a little bit before she pulled out of my mouth with a slurp and another dribble of lube and saliva. She left it near my mouth and I took the hint as I spat on it. I looked at the weapon inches from my face and then up at her again. "Turn around," she said. I did as I was told. "And bend over," she added.

I leaned forward onto all fours and offered myself to her doggy style. She knelt behind me and I felt her rub the toy against me. I shifted up in the hope she was going to give me a bit of mercy, but I knew that was not happening. She pushed her hand into the small of my back to lower me down and I felt her nestle the toy against my rear entrance. My body reacted as expected and I clenched as I felt her try and push into my ass. I breathed out my tension and as I relaxed I felt her penetrate my ass on her second attempt. "Oh God," I moaned softly as I felt it start to slide into me. The lube did its job and although I still don't really know if I liked the sensation or not it at least didn't hurt. "Oh fuck!" I said more urgently as she drove into me and I progressed from feeling full to it feeling very deep. The relief on my face was obvious when I felt the harness of the strap-on push against my bum as she gave me all she had. The crowd cheered my reaction as I took it all in one smooth motion.

"Ready?" she asked, but I didn't reply. That was not a question that required answering. She pushed a little deeper and then slowly slid out of me again. I was grateful for the full lube. It was way deeper than I would have ever chosen, but sensation wise it was not too bad. I am of course being generous with that description. I had several inches of cock buried up my ass with all the associated feelings that gives you, but it was not painful. She let me get used to it for a few seconds and then started to thrust into me.

I leaned forward and buried my face into the mat. It always felt like a nicer angle chest on the floor and ass in the air. "No chance," she said from behind me and I felt her grab hold of my hair. She gently but firmly pulled my hair until my head rose up again and I stared out into the crowd. "Let him see your face."

I wondered who she meant but I soon realised I was facing my Dad who was watching his baby girl get railed. As far as dignity goes, face-on is probably the least exposing position to be ridden while someone watches. My breasts are not really big enough to jiggle as I get ridden doggy style and everything else of sexual interest is behind me. Granted he was staring directly at my face and was watching my reactions of pleasure and confusion as my ass got fucked.

I closed my eyes, but she dragged my hair back until I opened them again. "Good girl" she sneered. "Let him see your eyes." Cameras and drones picked up my expressions from all angles while the broadcasters would alternate between what she was doing to me and my facial reaction to what my body was enduring. "Will you cum?" she asked. I shook my head. "Not at all?" she clarified and I shook my head again.

"What if I do this?" she asked as she pushed a vibrator against my clit. My body exploded with pleasure and pain as it caused me to tense up as I clamped around the rod that was buried in me. I squealed, but not in orgasm. A mix of surprise and pain as she pushed the vibrator against my clit. "Come on, cum for me," she urged me.

"She will cum if you vibrate her clit," I heard someone advise her. I blushed as that is not information you want your Dad to hear who was still just staring at me as I fought a losing battle with my own orgasm. "Make her cum," I heard them add.

I felt the vibrator nestle between my legs again and my vision blurred. I was so turned on and sensitive. I could feel my excitement dribbling out of my empty pussy as it silently pleaded to be filled. I pushed back onto the dildo instinctively and my entire body tensed as I neared climax. I heard myself moan as my ass tightened around the dildo buried in it and pain ripped through my body. "Give it her," I heard someone shout from the crowd. I tried to pull off the dildo, but she dragged me back onto it with my hair as she rammed it up to the hilt.

My eyes were open but I was blind as they rolled into the back of my head. Pleasure radiated through my pussy, clit and stomach while pain erupted from my ass. "Oh my God," I gasped as I tried to lower the angle. This time she let me and I orgasmed with a vibrator nestled against my clit and a dildo shoved deep up my ass.

She let me finish and then I felt her throw the vibrator away. "Now you are warmed up, I want an anal orgasm from you," she growled from behind me as she went harder and deeper into me. I shook my head again and tried to lower my chest to the mat. She pulled me back a few times, but eventually, she let me try and get comfortable. She fucked me from behind in varying patterns and speed as she tried to work out what would make me cum. I know that she will have done her homework and would know I have never cum exclusively from anal, she just wanted to try for herself. She grabbed hold of my hair and pulled me backwards. I knelt up as she pulled and my back was soon pressed against her chest as she pulled me vertical. "Seriously you wont cum?" she asked. I shook my head again.

"Not from anal," I whimpered. Fucking hell that was deep at this angle.

"I'd have been a puddle by now," she replied and I heard her smile just through her tone. "How about this?" she asked as she shoved me forward and onto my hands and knees again.

I felt a ripple between my legs as the dildo changed shape or angle, or maybe just size. I have no idea what it did but fuck... That felt... Nice. Really nice. I heard the crack of skin on skin more than I felt it as she spanked my ass from behind. She rode me at differing speeds and angles while loudly spanking me every few strokes of the strap-on. She adjusted to perfection as she homed in like a guided missile on what felt really nice. Her team would have access to my medical feeds and they would be relaying into her ear exactly what she needed to do to me. I wasn't going to cum, but fucking hell, this felt awesome.

She gathered my hair into pigtails around her hands and yanked me backwards onto her. I arched my back to try and reduce the depth, but she just pulled harder until my back ran out of flexibility and I settled onto her. "Fuck..." I mouthed, but no sound came out. I am all for rough sex and well-delivered rough anal sex is another level of kink, but fuck me. This felt really really nice. I was getting destroyed in front of hundreds of thousands of people and I was loving every inch of it.

She circled her hips with the dildo buried in me and the shift of angles felt painfully nice. I saw her grin on the big screen that I could see as she saw my reaction. She knows exactly how that feels. It hurts. A lot, but at the same time fuck me harder and faster and stop toying with me. She was not a guy though, she was not going to cum in me and end my ordeal. She could do this all night. Or until the audience got bored anyway. Not that there was any sign of that happening.

She pulled my head right back and I heard her whisper into my ear. "Roll over," she said softly. "On your back."

She let go of my hair and my head snapped forward as my coiled-up back released the tension. She pulled out of my ass and I rolled onto my back and opened my legs for her. For a second I thought she was going to fuck my pussy to finish me off, but she lifted my bum and slid a pillow under my ass. My eyes told the story as I silently pleaded with her to finish me off, but she just smiled back at me. I was so turned on. I would cum if she punched me in the clit. Never mind did anything sensual to me, but she had no intention of that. "Don't you fucking dare," she warned as I moved my hand towards myself to finish myself off. It would only take a touch. She slammed my wrists above my head but didn't secure me.

She guided herself back into me again and I felt her slide into my ass from a different angle. "Fucking hell," I whispered as a felt the dildo snake up into my back entrance. It felt like an endless number of inches was slid inside me, but it was just the angle. The dildo was angled forward at around 30 degrees halfway down the shaft which made it feel way bigger and a lot deeper than it was. It felt like it was in my stomach more than my ass.

She leaned down and kissed me. I felt tingles rip up and down my naked body while we kissed. She tickled her fingertips up and down my sides as our lips connected. I could feel her gently rotating her hips as she circled the toy inside me as I took all of it. I felt fuller than I had ever been and yet empty at the same time. "I need it in me," I pleaded and I heard my request echo around the arena to rapturous applause. I didn't even blush. It was the truth. I needed it in me. "Please," I begged and the volume of the crowd stepped up a notch as I begged for it.

She smiled at me and wrapped her delicate fingers around my neck. I tilted my head back and exposed my neck for her. She kissed the sensitive skin and I almost orgasmed. A dildo buried up my ass and I so nearly orgasmed with just a kiss on the neck. "Please," I said again, but it was a silent request as no volume was generated.

I felt her tongue on the side of my neck and my body started to tremble. I was so close. I was going to cum and I surrendered myself. "No," she said she pulled back what felt like milliseconds before I was passed the point of no return.

My eyes flashed frustration, but before I could verbally protest her hand wrapped around my neck and she pinned me to the floor. "No, just from anal, come on, cum for me," she said again a little louder and I felt her start to fuck me up the ass again.

I had almost forgotten that it was up there but I was soon reminded. I twisted underneath her to try and escape the ass fucking, but she just pinned me harder by the neck. She relaxed her grip when I stopped struggling and I laid on my back and looked up at her while she fucked me. She was so sexy. She was beyond gorgeous. Her bare breasts gently bounced on her chest as she had sex with me. The delicate fluid motion of her hips as she drove the dildo in and out of me. Her hair straggled against her face where it had caught on her sweat and the glisten of her naked body as a sheen of sweat coated her naked body.

"Cum," she ordered, but I just stared up at her. I was going to shake my head, but I was going to. I was going to cum. She saw the surprise in my eyes at the same moment my brain registered the realisation. She grinned back at me warmly and yet with a predatorial quality that I can not describe.

"I am going to cum," I said and I heard the surprise in my own tone as it got broadcast around the arena.

"Good girl," she grinned down at me. "Cum for me you little anal slut."

"I am gonna cum," I said again. Disbelief in my tone as the tingle spread from my ass to my pussy and then back to my ass again. My ass was cumming. My eyes rolled but I blinked them back to focus.

"Where is it?" she teased.

"In my ass," I replied with wide eyes. "I am gonna... c...." I began, but my body surrendered and I orgasmed with a cock fucking me up the ass. I heard my humiliation at the same time I experienced it as my body exploded with pleasure and confusion. That felt weird! My ass just orgasmed. My pussy and clit had nothing to do with that. The sensation rippled through my body in ways I had never even dreamt of before and it slowly morphed into a traditional orgasm. I heard myself swear loudly through pure and utter confusion. I had no idea what was happening to me but it felt incredible, my filter had been stripped from me and I squealed with uncontrolled pleasure.

Pleasure snapped to pain in an instant and I felt her pull out of me. "Dirty bitch," she said with a giggle. I could hear her pride in having made me just do that. My body was limp as she looked down at me. My legs spread wide apart as she looked down at my dripping pussy as it craved attention. She gently slapped me on the side to keep me at least partially awake as I instantly started to shut down as she stood up. I saw the strap-on she had used so effectively. The lube glistened along the full length of it and I was amazed at how big it was. My brain was mid reset and I had no idea what day it was, or what my name was. I did try to speak, but no recognisable words came out of my mouth. "Good girl," she said condescendingly as she stood up leaving me on my back with my legs wide open for all to see. I tried to close my legs as I watched the drones broadcast my ruined ass and my dripping wet pussy to the world. I couldn't even lift my knees though, I didn't have the strength. I just watched dazed and helpless as the last of my dignity was broadcast around the world.

"Come on," Lucy said as she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet and out of the ring. My legs barely kept up as I stumbled my way out behind her. I sensed the lights dim to ambient and realised the broadcast had been cut off. That was the main event section done. Next was just sex for me. She shoved me through the doors and let me walk myself for a while. Both of our teams followed us and I felt another pain killer injection to control my headache alongside other various physical checks and medical scans just to keep a check on me.

As we neared the next stage Lucy wrapped my hair around her hand again and yanked my head under control again. I grunted as I was not expecting it but just let her take control of my head. She dragged me into the room and threw me into the middle. The force she used made me lose my footing and I slid across the floor. It took me a second to realise the room was full of the 40 guys who had paid to defile me further. The lights snapped on and I suddenly felt very naked as the broadcast went live across both of our channels. I instinctively covered my nudity and I heard Lucy laugh. "A bit late for modesty mate," she said. "All yours," she said to the lucky group who were about to get their turn with me.

I was spit roasted and cummed on and in for around 30 minutes. As one guy orgasmed into, or onto me, he pulled away and was replaced by someone else. The cost of these tickets had been a face value of 100 credits, but there were fairly strong rumours that some of these tickets had cost upwards of 400 credits. That seems like a lot of money to have sex with me. In fact one of them didn't even get in me, he came in the small of my back and on my bum as he went off very prematurely. A few of them were "two pumps and done" as well. Not that I was complaining.

I felt the last guy pull out of me and I twisted so I was sat down on the floor. My sudden change of position caused a gurgle inside me but I managed to suppress the full effect. I held back the full evacuation of my stomach but I still spat out a thick wad of cum onto the floor. "Eww, that is fairly gross," a girl said in a soft youthful tone as she wrapped me in a towel and handed me a second towel.

I smiled at her and realised how young she was. I was only 20, but she looked a lot younger. The youngest she could have been was 18 due to legalities, but her fixation on the spat-out cum belied an adorable innocence. "There is probably about 300 credits worth of spunk there," I said while grinning at her.

Lucy had gone, as had her team leaving me on the floor that was coated in a mixture of sweat and cum. The matting was slippery to the touch and I could see the glisten of the cocktail that surrounded me. My eyes focused on the slowly expanding pool of cum that I had just spat out. My stomach gurgled again and I closed my eyes. "You good?" someone said to me which jerked me awake. I just nodded my head but the throb of my headache made me throw up another load of cum. I felt something press against the back of my neck and the nausea evaporated.

"I feel like shit," I mumbled.

"You look like shit as well," someone said and if I had any strength or fight left in me I would have swung at them. Instead, I just told them to fuck off.

I managed to sit up after several failed attempts as I slipped on the cum, sweat and my own excitement. I cupped my head in my hands and closed my eyes. I felt another cool injection into the back of my neck and my head cleared. I felt someone come and towel dried my mess of a body to at least clean off the majority of the cum. It had been relentless. I had barely started yet and I was ready for bed. I had interviews and then whatever Lucy had planned for me as well. I saw a clock in the corner and it was only 15:00. I had nine more hours of this. Although my forfeit would continue in the morning I was only under Lucy's control until midnight.

I was given a few minutes but then lifted to my feet which after a few failed attempts I managed to support my own weight on very wobbly legs. My left hamstring instantly cramped and I went down again in a heap with a wet slap as I hit the disgusting floor. "You alright?" Rachel asked after I had picked myself up again.

"Define alright?" I replied with a wry smile.

"You have 30 mins to shower and get sorted. Do you need help?" she asked.

I shook my head and took a step but my muscles didn't work. I stumbled and someone caught me before I went down again. I steadied myself and hobbled to the changing area. Around halfway there people started to fall away and it was just myself and Rachel who went into the changing rooms. I did note the security detail that stayed on the door.

Rachel let me shower and I took my time. For 15 minutes I just stood under the powerful jets and let the water wash over my body. I stepped out and she handed me a towel. She let me sit on the bench while the towel soaked up the water and I just waited to dry naturally.

"Am I getting dressed?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No, you are naked for the duration."

"Awesome," I said sarcastically. "I can't believe I fucking lost that."

"Another harsh lesson," she replied with a tone of sympathy.

"Why did you not call that?" I asked.

"Call it?" she asked. The question clearly took her by surprise. Maybe I was being overly sensitive, but I firmly believe that should have been ended when Lucy almost reshaped my skull by smashing it off the floor. Now was not the time though.

"Never mind," I said as I waved my hand. The door opened and someone else came in. Hair and make-up time.

I leaned forward and let the stylist do what they did. Make me look beautiful again after I had just been fucked. I wasn't, but it 100% felt like I was still oozing cum from all of my orifices.

"We have around an hour of interviews lined up," Rachel said, "You okay with them?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"You only need to do the official one. We can cancel the rest."

"Can I have an earpiece in?" I asked and she just nodded. "I will be okay for them," I added.

"The questions will all revolve around your orgasm," she said.

I knew which orgasm she meant. The one while Lucy fucked me up the ass. That had been life-altering. That felt incredibly disgraceful. Can't believe I orgasmed with a dick up my ass. Again, I just nodded.

"It was genuine yeah?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," I replied with a grin. "Confusing as fuck, but yeah... genuine anal orgasm."

"Total honesty is fine and we will leave those replies to you," she said, "We will feed you the rest of the answers. You know the drill."

I was made presentable and thrust out in front of the cameras again as naked as the day I was born. It was all exposure exposure exposure in this game. I could have curled up into a ball and gone to sleep. I had been given what was as close as it gets to a concussion as possible. I had been fucked up the ass by a girl and then I was handed over to 40 guys who used me for what they had paid for. I think curling up and just going to sleep was an acceptable decision, but that didn't get you places. That didn't push you to the next level. Any girl can lose a fight and get fucked. It takes a special commitment to get back up again, literally hose yourself down. Put on some make-up, have your hair done and then step out in front of the cameras again. Naked. The face that a little bit earlier had been contorted by pleasure and abuse was smiling at the cameras and being interviewed instead of feeling sorry for herself. Yes, it needed a team of people and a bit of encouragement. The dimples from my smile were as near as makes no difference applied to my face using a dimple gun, but I was still there. I was still smiling. I was still fighting.

The interviews were all fairly friendly. There were no awkward or difficult questions and as expected the majority of interest was around my anal orgasm. I had been told I could be honest about it, so I was. I was as confused by it as everyone else. I mean, they happen all the time, loads of people can have them and they are hardly a strange occurrence. That one though was my first one and having such an intimate first in front of an audience of 1.1 million people left me feeling very vulnerable. They were all in good spirits though and the questions were mainly just to keep me talking. I assessed my performance and where I had gone wrong. I had reviewed well in the written media and although I had just lost again, it had been seen as a good night's work for me and that I had just been a mixture of unlucky and inexperienced. The mistake would not be repeated and despite the result for me, it had been a really good fight and views were skyrocketing. So that is always good.

It was still very strange to be naked though. The on-site interview studios were ticketed events and they were true events in themselves. People dressed up, it was a full night out with very exclusive seats to watch the fights as well as be in the audience for the interviews. People in very nice and expensive clothes in a very formal environment and then I walk onto the stage as naked as the day I was born. It was very strange and felt really exposed. I am no stranger to nudity but it did feel very vulnerable. I was made to feel welcome though with the volume of cheering when I made my appearances. I was indeed popular and that is half of the battle.

My interviews were completed by 16:30 and I was allowed back to my private dressing room. I was still not allowed to wear anything but I was pampered for the next half hour. I had an ice bath, which I didn't enjoy, but I also had massages and various treatments to soothe my body. I was aching all over and my head was still not feeling all that great. I mentioned it and I was scanned properly which showed no injury. I was given some long-lasting drugs, but I was mainly allowed to just focus on myself for a few minutes. This was going to be a long evening.

We were not staying at the arena, we were at a hotel that was around 30 minutes away and at 17:00 I was allowed to put some trainers on and then I was walked through the arena and to where the cars were parked. It was the quickest I have walked for a while as I was led through crowds of people while wearing nothing. The route had been provided by Lucy's team who made sure to loop around the most public of areas. I did feel a tingle when I walked across the lobby and revelled in the attention that I got. The human body is awesome. It had probably had several months' worth of sex in an hour or so and yet that tingle was arousal.

We got to the new hotel and it was so nice. It was huge and very opulent. I was briefed and then the door of the car slid open for me. I was still naked, and this was a very different environment to be naked in. These people would just be on their holiday and now I had to check in while naked. They would have been advised that we were staying and that one of us would be naked, but they had not paid to see me naked. I realise how bad that sounds, but I was about to do naked in public. For free. I took a deep breath and then got out of the car.

Hold your head high, walk naturally, and ignore your nudity. The person at the door nodded his head at me when I approached and his eyes were very much not on my face for a few seconds. A flicker of a smile passed over his face before he opened the door for me. "Good evening ma'am," he said.

"Thanks," I said as I stepped into the massive reception. It looked like a literal airliner had just arrived. There were hundreds of people. There were enough people to experience the wave of realisation that spread away from me. The people closest saw my nudity and then that slowly spread right through the reception. The realisation of who I was and the moment was captured on cameras and video recording devices. Some people were covert, but most of them just pointed their phones at me and snapped a picture. The cool air conditioning had turned my nipples to glass cutters and I joined the end of the queue to check in.

I was quickly through the queue as people let me go in front of them. Some people had no knowledge of the Sex Fighting Leagues and of me, so to them, a poor 20-year-old girl had just walked into a busy hotel naked. One sweet older lady was very concerned about my safety as I "walked around with no clothes on". I gave her a quick 10-second explanation and she nodded her head. She knew of the Leagues, she had just never watched them. I got to the front and checked in. "Any luggage?" she asked.

I shook my head. "I am travelling very light," I replied with a smile.

She smiled back at me and laughed. She coded the door to my room to my retina scan as well as my fingerprint. "You are room 1206," she said, "Twelfth floor. The elevators are that way. Have a great stay," she said.

"Thanks," I said as I headed to the elevators. I was stopped a few times on the way for autographs and people just saying hi. A couple of them even managed more than a few seconds worth of eye contact as well.

Lucy was in room 1408 so I stopped on floor 12 just to make sure my room was activated properly and it let me in. I stood in front of the door and it scanned my biometrics. The red light flicked to green and the door clicked. I pushed it open and checked my room. It was so nice. You could feel the luxury and you could see where your 1000 credits a night went. I am fairly sure my room was a waste of money though, I don't think I would be using it. I had toyed with the idea of letting Dad stay, but I decided against it. Lucy had to humiliate me at every opportunity and I 100% knew that if Dad ended up staying I would be on my knees sucking his dick at some stage of my forfeit. He instead would be entertained and looked after by my team at the reserve hotel, which would have been where Lucy's team would now be had I not lost.

I closed the door behind me and nodded in acknowledgement at a young couple who walked passed me in the corridor. Both of them smiled. "Miss Lloyd," the woman said.

"Sophie is fine," I said with a smile.

"Sophie," the guy said and I could hear his nerves. I turned to look back at them. "Can I have your autograph?"

"Sure," I said as I walked back to them. I made no attempt to cover my breasts or pussy even though both of them looked. They handed me an autograph book each and I looked at them. I hesitated. "Sorry. Do you have ID?"

There should be no minors in the hotel as that was part of the deal, but they did look really young and the downstairs was very busy. It wouldn't be impossible for some brazen people to slip beyond security. This is when I missed my earpiece as my team would have ID'ed them using technology usually. "Oh, yeah, sorry," he said and handed me his ID. The girl also did and they were both 18, just. Same surname and same date of birth. Twins and not a couple maybe? Either way.

"Cheers," I said as I handed them their ID back, signed their books and handed them back to them as well. "Got to check. Sorry."

"No no, thank you," he said. "Have a good night."

I went up to Lucy's room and buzzed the door. After a few seconds, she opened the door and invited me in. She was wearing a hotel branded robe and was sipping on a glass of wine. "Hi there!", she said, "Where have you been?"

"Chaos out there," I said.

"Take a seat," she said, "Want a drink?"

"Am I allowed?"

"Er... dunno. I would assume so. I will check," she said as she tapped at her phone for a few seconds. "Yep," she said after a few seconds and she showed me her phone screen to prove I had been approved for alcohol consumption. The full details of the approval were scarily specific as it stated I was allowed 9.2 units of alcohol between now and midnight. That must be my body's limit as I was not allowed to be intoxicated for legal and various boring consent reasons, but a social drink had been approved.

She just handed that information over to the hotel AI and that would cut me off when I was not allowed anymore. I could still order whatever I wanted, but the alcohol content would be tuned to meet my restrictions. "What would you like?" she asked.

"Wine is good," I said. "Whatever you are having."

"Good choice," she said, "It is really good! It is on my expenses. I didn't dare ask how much it was per glass."

"Prob best not to know," I replied with a smile.

"Ignorance is bliss," she said and handed me a glass of wine. "Take a seat. Be comfortable. We are not booked in for dinner until 20:00 so we have a while. How is your head?" she asked.

"Okay," I said a little surprised at how well she was treating me. This is not how I expected my evening to go. I knew it would get a lot more degrading at some point, but I fully expected to be thrown into a cage and systematically pissed on. Okay maybe not that level of degradation, but I was not expecting to be offered a seat and a glass of wine.

We just sat and chatted. She kept her robe on where as I was not afforded such luxury. It was just a nice chat though. We talked about our careers and how we were where we were. Our dreams and aspirations. She was in it purely for the money and as soon as she set for life she was out. She had no desire to go into the MMA and she was a little surprised that that was my trajectory. She said I was too cute and delicate to go into that, but she did admire my ambition. I wanted to change the world. She just wanted to change her world.

Someone came in and instinctively I covered myself with my hands. I was used to being naked, but I was still very aware I was naked and someone unknown had just come in. "Hi, you okay?" he asked Lucy.

"Yeah thanks," she replied with a nod of her head. "You okay?"

"Good ta," he said and he looked at me who was sitting on the sofa with no clothes on. I was making a token effort to cover myself with a casual combination of my arms and hands, but it was not all that effective. They seemed very comfortable with each other and I did wonder what the relationship was. The immediate thought was boyfriend and girlfriend, but they hugged and didn't kiss. He was also a lot older than her, not that that really mattered in this day and age. Brother maybe? Just really good friends. I am not sure why but their hug didn't seem sexual, so the relationship must have been platonic. "You gonna introduce us?" he said to Lucy as he looked at me.

"Sophie, this is Paul," she said, "Dad, this is Sophie. Cute isn't she?"

"Very," he said as he ogled me and I tightened up my terrible attempt at covering my nakedness.

"I also have no idea why she thinks she can sit there and not get you a drink," she said, "What would you like?"

"Beer is good," he said. Lucy looked at me and waited for a second. I took the hint and stood up. I went to the mini bar and took out a beer. Opened it and handed it to Paul. "Cheers," he said.

"Want her to blow you as well?" Lucy asked him with a wry smile.

"Nar, give the poor girl a break," he replied but he did look at me like he wanted my lips around him.

"I will just put some clothes on. Back in a sec," she said. She was not wearing anything underneath the robe and clearly did not fancy flashing her Dad. Which is fair enough. She disappeared for a few minutes and then came back wearing shorts and a T-shirt.

"Do you want a drink refill?" she asked me and I just stared at her as I worked out if it was a trap or not as I fully expected this kindness to end at some point. "Genuine offer. Want another drink?"

"Er.. sure," I said.

"Wine again?" she offered to which I just nodded.

We sat and chatted for a while. She was so friendly and nice. Her Dad was also charming as well. He finished his beer and then stood up. "Leave you two to get sorted," he said and kissed Lucy on the forehead when she stood up for a hug. "Try not to break your new toy," he said to her, but then looked at me and smiled.

He left and Lucy locked the door behind him. She turned to me and grinned like a cat stalking a mouse. I just smiled back at her. She had been way nicer than she had to have been and there was a show to put on. I knew this and she knew this. "I have to humiliate you," she said and I just nodded. "Any hard limits?" she asked.

I shook my head. There were rules and I had signed up to them. It was not a free-for-all in debauchery but it was generally accepted that ad-hoc limits could be agreed on the fly. Usually boring stuff, like a sore bum, so leave it alone, or a stomach full of cum and anti-nausea drugs were not working. That sort of thing, but I was surprisingly okay. "Cool," she said. "So the plan for the evening... You will have dinner with us. After each course, you will slip under the table and you will orally pleasure a random guy of your choice. On orgasm, you will swallow the cum. If you fail to make him cum before the next course arrives he pulls out and finishes himself off onto your face. You will not be allowed to wipe your face until after that course."

"Any guy?" I cut in.

"Guys who are willing and single or in an open enough relationship will be wearing red socks. So any guy in red socks," she said.

"How many courses is dinner?"

"Four," she said. "So when we are seated you slip under the table. Suck someone off, swallow, or take a facial then you will have your starter. Once eaten and cleared, you will do the same thing again."

"Can I use my hands?"

"Yeah, but he has to cum in your mouth directly. If I deem you have not swallowed enough of the cum you will have to suck another guy off. Same rules, if he doesn't cum before the next course arrives you take a facial." I just nodded my head. "After dinner, there is an after-party. You will be free to mingle and do as you please. You have to pose for any photos that are requested. Guys and girls can request oral from you. You suck or lick until they stop you. You do not have to swallow, but this is a posh party. Please don't spit cum onto the dance floor. Once the evening is finished which will be around 23:30 a select few of the guests, mainly my close family, get to watch you masturbate until orgasm. No faking it. Do you need monitoring to ensure a genuine orgasm?"

I shook my head. "Good girl," she said with a grin. "Once you have orgasmed you will follow me through reception and back up to the rooms. You are free to go back to your room at that stage. You can shower, bathe, whatever you want. Enjoy the facilities and services. You will be free to wear whatever you want to wear to sleep in. You will not be disturbed. Breakfast will be 9am and I will expect you to be ready and at my room again for 08:00. You will be breakfast entertainment up until 11am when we will check out and you will be released to your team again who will collect you where you were dropped off. You will go home naked. Understand?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah. Understood." I said. Fuck me. That is an evening and a half.

"The boring shit. No one can intimately touch you. You can of course be hugged and a cheek kiss or whatever is fine, but you must clearly consent to any physical contact. If at any stage you are not comfortable you know the safe word?" I nodded my head. "Genuinely. I have to embarrass the hell out of you. That is the game, but if at any stage you are not comfortable or happy then safe word it. Absolutely no penalty for using it. That is what it is there for. That okay?"

I nodded my head again. "Yeah. Sounds okay," I said and heard my own doubt in my tone.

"You will be fine," she said with a grin. "What is your stance on sucking cock?"

"I don't dislike it," I said with a grin.

"Well then, you are more than halfway there," she said with a smile and gave me a hug and a squeeze. She also nibbled behind my ear and I felt her tongue lick the sensitive part of my neck. "What is your stance on licking pussy?"

"Now that I do like," I whispered back breathlessly as the after-effects of the stimulant stayed in your system for a good few hours. I was not wetting myself, but for a good 12 hours after having the stimulant you are like a dog on heat.

She sat back on the sofa and grinned at me. I sank to my knees and wasted no time dragging her shorts down and off. She was not wearing any panties and I got straight to the good bit. She was quickly wet and I just licked at her pussy. Her sweet taste coated my tongue and I enjoyed the texture of her excitement in my mouth. I flicked my tongue up to her clit and she moaned softly. She sank further onto her back and spread her legs wider. She pushed her hand on the back of my head and rocked her hips as I licked and sucked at her. I felt her body tense and then relax again as she neared her orgasm.

"Yeah... just there," she whispered as she looked down at me.

I locked eye contact with her and let her watch my tongue lap and lick at her dripping-wet pussy. Her head lolled back and her eyes rolled but she stared back at me again. "I am gonna cum," she mouthed just as her head rocked back again. I felt and tasted her cum as I ate her out. The pulse and extra wetness of her orgasm coated my tongue and I swallowed it hungrily. Bitch even tasted nice.

She pushed her hand between her pussy and my tongue as she stopped me eating her. She gently pulled me back up using my hair and when I took the hint we kissed. She pulled me on top of her and she wrapped her legs around my back while we kissed and cuddled. I could feel her wetness against my body as she squeezed me with her legs. She released me and I stood up. "Yeah you have done that before," she grinned. "Fuck me... wow."

I just grinned at her and sat on the sofa next to her while she recovered. There was a buzz at the door. "One sec," she shouted. "Who is it?"

"Me," a male voice said. I just looked at her. I had no idea who 'me' was. "Manager," she said to me.

"Decent?" he asked.

"Two secs and I will be," she replied as she pulled her shorts back on and quickly straightened her hair in the mirror. "Yeah, sup?" she asked as she buzzed him in.

"Hi," he said as he looked Lucy up and down and then took in the sight of me with no clothes on. It took all of my strength to not cover myself, but I just sat on the sofa, smiled at him and took a sip of my wine. "Your outfit should be ready for you. Do you need anything other than hair and makeup?"

"Don't think so," she said as she checked the time. "I will just shower. So 30 mins?"

"Yep, no prob," he said as he once again looked at my nudity.

"Is the outfit complete?" Lucy asked. "No underwear?"

"Yeah. Little black dress. Underwear has not been requested by your clothes designer. Do you want some?"

"How long is the dress?" she asked but she was already opening the wardrobe and she slipped it on over her shorts and T-shirt. It was not super short, but it would be brave to not wear any underwear.

"Should I request some underwear?" he asked.

She looked at me and I shrugged. "It is fairly short," I said. "Up to you."

She did a few spins and moved around a bit. "Yeah, can you double-check with her? I will go with her recommendation, but I fully intend on having a drink tonight. Someone is seeing my pussy if I don't have any underwear on whilst wearing this."

She was 100% correct. I saw her shorts several times and I was not even on that low a sofa. That dress would take of of her girl skills that we all learn to not flash herself. A skill that erodes quickly with alcohol. "Super cute though," I said. "Stunning."

"Thanks," she said. "Yeah, double-check. I would prefer underwear, but I will go with the designer's recommendation."

"I will check for you," he said and looked at me again.

"Want her to suck you?" Lucy said as she offered my services.

"Oh I wish, my wife would kill me," he said. "I will let you know about your underwear. Meeting down in reception in around 60 mins?"

"Yep, we will be ready," she said and he left the room closing the door behind him.

"Shame that one is married," I said with a grin as although he was older he was properly hot.

"Yeah, defo. He is not so morally guided after a drink or two. He is a good fuck," she said. "Massive cock as well. And I mean fucking HUGE!" she added with a cheeky grin.

She showered and came out wearing just the robe again. I went for another shower and when I was done my hair and make-up were done again as well for me. I was also handed my dress, some panties and a bra. "Er? Am I not naked?" I asked, genuinely very confused.

"Oh fuck no," Lucy said, "Someone has paid a shit load for you to wear that dress and underwear tonight."

I eyed her suspiciously but I was not going to question her generosity. I put some clothes on for the first time in hours and a female member of her team who were helping us assisted with the zip and my shoes. The dress was skin tight and movement was vastly reduced. I could sit down and walk around, but putting my own shoes on would have been impossible. It was right down to my feet and managed to be very sophisticated and sexy at the same time. I checked myself in the mirror and if I did say so myself, I looked stunning. The cut and fit of the dress were perfect. My hair and make-up complimented it and even my shoes added to the look. You can see the value in a clothes designer who knows what they are doing. I am not sure if it is worth the cost, but when someone pays you for the honour of dressing you, it is definitely a good result.

"You scrub up well," Lucy said with a grin.

"Thanks," I said and genuinely blushed. Her authenticity took me a little by surprise. "You too," I reciprocated and she smiled at me.

She was wearing underwear. The lack of them as part of the outfit was as any style would not impact the look, so she could wear what she wanted. She opted for some black hot pant style panties as, to use her words, "She fully intended on getting pissed."

We went downstairs and into the reception area. People had learned that we were staying and so the flood of autograph hunters and people who just wanted to see us was huge. There were people everywhere. I lost count of how many things I signed and how many photographs I posed for. We were lined up for a few official ones both individually and together. I felt like a million dollars. I have never craved celebrity status or anything like that, but fuck me, it is like a drug. It feels good, it gives you that drug hit without the illegalities. I appreciate that celebrity can be just as destructive and dangerous, but it was intoxicating.

"Take your dress off," Lucy whispered into my ear after we had been downstairs for a while.

"Pardon?" I whispered back, but I heard exactly what she just said. There is something very different to arriving at a party with no clothes on and undressing while at the party. The end result is the same, but somehow the decency level on arrival matters massively. There is something more vulnerable and embarrassing about undressing than just being naked.

She didn't reply, she just smiled at me. I turned my back on her and I felt her delicate fingers unlock the zipper and gently slide it down my back. From my shoulder blades to the small of my back she unzipped me and I felt the cool air against my bare back. "You don't need that either," she said as I felt her unfasten my bra in one twist of her fingers. "You are wearing panties yeah?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said and nodded my head as well.

"Thought so. Keep them on... For now," she said. My dress would not stay up on its own now that it had been unzipped and so I was holding it up with my hand. I was just delaying the inevitable and people had started to notice that I was about to lose my dress. Conversations slowed and then stopped as people just started to watch what I was going to do next as I held my dress up.

"Just let them go," Lucy whispered. "No show, no acknowledgement from you. Dress and bra, just let them fall to the floor."

I swallowed my nerves and closed my eyes for a second. I was no stranger to public nudity, but the act of undressing in front of a large crowd of people was still terrifying and very embarrassing. I opened my eyes and turned to face Lucy. I have no idea what conversation we had, but she sparked one up and a few moments later I let go of the dress. The bra was strapless and so that went as well, both of them landing in a pile at my feet. Neither of us acknowledged the disrobing although our audience reacted as you would expect when a girl gets half naked. Politeness lasted around five seconds and then camera phones were pointed at me. A few bothered to be covert, but most just pointed them at me. I felt myself flush with embarrassment and hoped that my face did not go noticeably red.

Lucy paraded me around the room as she mingled with people that she knew and people who wanted to meet me. I am unsure if most of the people who wanted to meet me actually wanted to meet me as a whole, or just what was on my chest. They were polite and all that, even if they all did take the double cheek kiss and hand on my arse opportunity, but my life or career would not have been any worse had I not met them. I am of course being harsh and bitter about my situation.

Pre-dinner drinks started to slow down and although I was still sipping at a glass of wine they had long since been alcohol-free to keep me below my limit. Of all the days when I needed a drink, I feel today was one of those days. I was standing next to Lucy and joining in the conversation when it was required. I was not sure what the expectation of me was this evening. I wasn't sure if I was just a half-naked bit of entertainment for the room or if my role was more social. I went down the middle and waited to be guided. If I was overstepping my role I was sure Lucy would pull me back in line again.

I felt Lucy slip her hand between my legs and gently finger my clit. Instinctively I pulled away from her as she took me by surprise at her directness. Also the accuracy of her fingers as well. Fucking hell. Bullseye. "Let me," she said softly and I moved back to where I was originally and her hand returned between my legs. I opened my legs slightly for her as I let her finger me.

I was expecting it to be a little uncomfortable as I had cum my brains out a few hours ago, but the human body is a glutton for punishment if nothing else. Her fingers stroked between my legs a few times, but she just gently drew figures of eight across my clit at various speeds and pressures through the thin material of my panties. The blood flowed and my breathing quickened. "Do you want me to cum?" I whispered to her.

She nodded her head and grinned at me mischievously. "Oh yes," she said, "Get them nice and wet. They are going to be auctioned."

I stared at her as those words registered in my brain. A fair few people had noticed what she was doing to me as well by now so we also had an audience. I could feel how wet I was and Lucy was manipulating my panties to ensure they got as wet as possible. "Fuck," I whispered silently with a long breath out.

"Can you cum standing up?" she asked and I just nodded my head. "Be as quiet as you can. No show," she said.

She picked up the pace and quickly finished me off. The muscles in my legs were rock hard as I locked them to support myself. My neck was tight with tension as orgasm rippled through me. I took a deep breath in and she gently tapped her hand against my sensitive clit. I flinched but she just laughed. "Good girl," she teased. I could feel my wetness and my panties were soaked.

A few minutes later at 20:00, we were told that the table was ready. Glasses that were not being held were collected by the staff and would be placed at the table where each person would be sitting. I had no idea how they did that, but I was always impressed by the feat. I was holding my wine glass, but I placed it onto a tray that was offered to me. "Drop the panties," Lucy whispered when she leaned in close. "Just leave them on the floor. No show. No display. Let gravity do most of the work."

I circled my fingers around the elastic and then slid them midway down my thighs. I knew where friction lost the battle with gravity and I just let them fall to my ankles. I didn't look down, I didn't acknowledge that I had just got naked, I just stepped forward with the group of people leaving my visibly wet underwear on the floor behind me. Wearing just my shoes I was shown my seat and delicately sat down as the chair was slid out and then up behind me by one of the staff. Very demure and sophisticated. If you ignored the fact I was stark naked and dripping wet.

I was sat next to Lucy and on the other side of me was her brother. There were around 30 people in the room and I was fairly pleased to be sat at a table as at least only my top half was on show. I crossed my legs underneath the table as my drink was placed down for me again. I picked it up and took a sip of it. "Legs open," Lucy said softly as she leaned in for a second. "Nice and wide for the cameras," she added as I uncrossed my legs, opened them, and then moved them wider as I spread myself. I blushed again as I realised video shorts and images of my wet pussy were now being taken and uploaded online.

"First course," Lucy said.

I took my cue and slipped beneath the table. It was so strange! So many red socks. Morals were thin on the ground as I was fairly sure most of these red sock owners were with a partner or significant other. Whatever. I did also note that her brother and Dad were both wearing red socks. I did wonder if that was an invite or a trap. I picked another guy who had the nicest shoes and crawled up to him under the table. No one could see me as a long tablecloth hid me from view. I unzipped him, pulled him out of his trousers and stroked him to an erection.

I moved my mouth close to him and gently blew a breath out onto him. I heard him swear and I grinned to myself. I took him in my mouth and deep-throated him for a few seconds. I felt him tense as my mouth enveloped him and I pulled back and started to suck him. I held the base of his cock with my hand and stroked it up and down in time with my mouth. Then I twatted my head on the table with a loud thud.

"Ow," I said from under the table and everyone laughed.

I rubbed the back of my head. That really hurt. Fucking idiot. Sucks cock like a legend but knocks herself out on tables. He almost took me by surprise when he fired into my mouth. I was not paying attention as I relived my idiocy. He didn't seem to mind though and his seed pulsed into my mouth. Luckily it was not a blast as I would have choked on it. I held the tip of his cock on my tongue and finished him off with my hand. A lot came out, but in easy to manage pulses. I swallowed it all and wiped my hand across my mouth. I tucked him back into his trousers again. Made note of where he was sitting, and his shoes so I didn't pick him again and then wriggled from underneath the table and sat down in my seat again.

The first course was served and although it was a seafood-based dish I quite enjoyed it anyway. Lucy did double-check with me for any dietary restrictions as she had forgotten to ask me earlier. I don't usually eat seafood, or much meat in general, but it was really nice. After the plates were cleared I sank under the table and washed the appetizer down with another shot of cum. I swallowed and awaited the next course. I was offered soup or a salad and as I would likely drop the soup down myself burning my nipples I went for the salad. It was also lovely.

The lack of being able to be seen did offer a disconnect to the act of sucking a different guy every 30 minutes or so. It still felt really dirty and degrading, but I would be lying if I didn't enjoy it a little bit. Sucking a dick is supposed to be very submissive and I guess it is, but if you want to wield real power try sucking a guy off. Granted the cum shot is a little bit icky, but whatever.

"Chicken or Steak, Miss Lloyd?" the waiter asked as he collected my salad plate.

"She will have the chicken with the cream sauce," Lucy and with a grin that oozed mischief.

"The chicken I guess," I replied with a smile. I did almost correct him to call me Sophie, but I noticed that everyone was being addressed the same way so it must be some posh etiquette. I was sat here stark naked sucking cock between courses, but hey. Etiquette is etiquette. I guess.

Again I sucked another guy off and took my seat back at the table. My chicken was placed in front of me and I waited politely for everyone else to be served. The waiter came back with a white jug of sauce. "Sauce Miss Lloyd."

"Yeah, thanks," I said as I caught a glimpse of the texture of the sauce. That wasn't a white jug, it was clear glass and no one else was getting the sauce I was getting. My stomach churned as I realised it was a jug of cum.

"Everywhere please," Lucy directed and the waiter carefully poured cum over my food until it was perfectly coated. I am not sure if you have ever tried pouring cum, but it is not fully liquid. It is very egg whitey in texture and it flows irregularly. It is like some parts of it are stuck together more than others. It is gross and stomach-churning at the best of times, being poured over your dinner is every level of wrong.

I noticed that the sauce had steam coming off it. "Has that been warmed?" I asked.

"Yes Miss," the waiter said and then stepped back. There is something very wrong about warmed-up semen. My own personal jug disappeared and the rest of the people were given regular sauces for their steak or chicken.

Everyone watched me as I cut a piece of chicken. Scooped some of the "sauce" onto it and then put it into my mouth. The chicken was gorgeous! Perfection. The warm cum sauce was a fucking disgrace and I swallowed before I threw up in my own mouth. I am not sure who looked more disgusted the guys or the girls as they watched me eat a Two Michelin Star prepared piece of cum chicken. Attention diverted off me as everyone started to eat and I switched to the potatoes making sure to get some of the cum as I assume that was a requirement, but the majority was "clean" potato.

"You don't have to eat that," Lucy whispered as she leaned towards me. "Do you want another proper one?"

I looked at her but didn't answer. I didn't want to request another one and just end up with another cum coated chicken dish that I had to eat. She grinned at me and attracted the attention of the waiter. "Can you fix that please?" she asked.

My plate was removed and a fresh one was replaced seconds later with a pepper sauce. "Thanks," I whispered. "Dare I ask who jacked off for that sauce?"

"Whoever wanted to," Lucy replied with a smile.

I just smiled and ate my dinner. It was so nice. Like stupidly nice. I am not one for spending a fortune on food, but you can taste the cost. It was just all perfection. Everything was cooked perfectly and I cleared the plate.

The plates were cleared. I sucked another cock, but he didn't cum before dessert arrived. "Fuck," I said to myself as I leaned back on my heels. Placed my face in front of his cock and waited while he whacked himself off. A pulse and then a blast of cum hit me in the face as he came all over me. I kept close to protect my eyes and hair so he just came on my mouth, chin and cheeks. The sheer quantity though dribbled down and onto my chest before running towards my belly button.

"Oh dear," Lucy said when she saw the state of me. I just looked at her in acceptance. Now this felt dirty. High end very expensive restaurant and here I was sat with cum literally dripping off my nose and chin. Classy girl.

I passed on the dessert as it was just super rich. It was dark chocolate torte and I knew that I wouldn't like it. I ate a small spoon of it just to try it, but that was my lot. Lucy's brother tapped my arm. "Not having that?"

"No, too rich for me," I said.

"You mind?" he asked.

"Not at all," I said as I slid the plate to him.

The final course was cleared away and I went to slide under the table again. Lucy caught my arm. "You are good," she said. "Do you want a coffee or tea?"

"Coffee please," I said. "Decaff."

"Bleh. Really? Decaff?"

"Yeah. Fucks me up if not. Nightmares."

"I will get you one. Go and clean yourself up. See you in five."

I went and cleaned myself up as quickly as I could. Someone followed me and they also sorted out my hair and make-up as well while I was away. I went back into the restaurant and Lucy greeted me at the door. "Good news!" she said as she gave me a hug. "Well, good news and bad news I guess."

"The good news?" I asked.

"Your panties sold for 2,500 credits," she said with a smile, "What charity do you want it to go to?"

I was taken by surprise. Firstly how much someone was prepared to pay for my wet panties, but also that it was my charity choice. I deferred my choice to my team as there would be a linked local charity to this event and donating to that would be free publicity, but I couldn't remember who the charity was. "And the bad news?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah," she said, "He wants a blowjob," she said as she pointed at a guy who was awaiting my services.

I just smiled. Approached the guy. Made small talk for around 30 seconds then dropped to my knees and sucked him off while I was just wearing my shoes. He came quickly and I swallowed his gift. I spent a lot of the evening on my knees with a dick down my throat. Guys enjoyed the complimentary service while girls watched me suck dick. I am not sure what was worse. Guys just wanted a blowjob, fair enough, there are very few situations where I would refuse someone going down on me. The girls though, they were judging. They were noting technique and any small imperfections. They looked down their nose at the dirty bitch who was winding up to swallow yet another load of cum.

The party began to wind down and I was put on a leash. An actual dog leash. It was looped around my neck and Lucy led me around as people started to go back to their rooms or head off home. The situation was undignified and humiliating. I was naked and being led around like a literal dog, but the conversation was actually nice and that is a weird disconnect to resolve in my brain. It was also nice to not be on my knees. In a weird sort of way. I think that says more about how shit my evening had been than anything else though.

When everyone had gone the vibe switched immediately. Lucy unleashed me and hugged me. "You alright?" she whispered into my ear almost silently. I just nodded my head. "You are done. You can go to bed if you want."

"Don't I have to cum while you watch?" I asked.

"I think you have had enough," she said. A smile of warmth and genuine compassion spread across her face.

A robe was handed to me and I slipped it on. I didn't fasten it I just held it around myself as I got used to not being naked again. There were still people around but they were otherwise engaged with various jobs. I should have gone up to my room and just flopped onto the bed, but I didn't I was exhausted and that is what I wanted, but I didn't like being alone after a fight so I didn't really move or do anything. "Wanna drink?" Lucy offered.

I looked at her and she just smiled warmly at me. "Am I allowed?" I asked.

"I think you have earned a drink," she said with a smile, but I saw one of her team use a tablet as they double-checked. "Wanna get smashed?" she asked with a cheeky grin.

I smiled at her and nodded my head. "Yeah. I do need a drink," I said.

I was shown the tablet which gave me the green light for zero restriction on alcohol just as a vodka and diet coke was placed into my hand. "Cheers!" Lucy said and we clinked glasses. I was not much of a drinker anymore, but damn, that was good vodka.

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Thanks for reading and sorry for the long(er) delay on this one. I guess it is called writers block. The original draft was easter themed to coincide with that holiday period. Many many edits and rewrites on this one.

Comments as always welcome. I do read them all and they are appreciated. Constructive criticism as well welcome.