Sex Fighting League Ch. 14

Lucy and I sat ourselves down at one of the tables, and I just enjoyed my drink. It had been a long time since I had had a proper social drink, and in that moment, I did miss it. The memories I have of being in the bar with Hanna, just chatting and getting into trouble. Sometimes I do hark back to those simpler days where I had no schedule or real responsibilities. I love this life, but it is intense at times. I took another sip of my drink and snuggled back into the armchair as I let it cuddle me back. Lucy was still on the wine, and I had no idea how she was still standing up. For the entire evening, every time I had seen her, she had been with a glass of wine in hand. We chatted about nothing in particular, and I expected everyone else to start disappearing off to their respective rooms. Instead, though, we moved to a larger round table and were joined by a few other people. They were Alison (Lucy's Mum), Paul (Lucy's Dad) and Liam (Lucy's brother). We were also joined by a couple of Lucy's medical team, Mila and her twin brother, Finn. Adam, one of her trainers, was also sitting at the table with us, having a drink and just chatting about nothing in particular. After a few minutes, James (Lucy's manager) and his wife, Maria, completed our small group.

Maria was nothing like I expected. James was a well-presented, powerful-looking man, and I expected either a token wife who was half his age or someone of equal status around his age. She was much older, though. He was probably well into his 30s, and she must have been pushing her 60s, and that was being generous. I would not be surprised if she had been in her 70s. Age doesn't really matter in this day and age. Life expectancy was much longer, and even 70 would only be middle-aged by the strictest definition of the term. Being a total bitch about this as well, he was a lot sexier than she was. She looked okay, but he was a fine specimen of a man. Yes, yes, I know, shut up being a bitch, Sophie, but it was just one of those relationships that I was not expecting.

"Another?" the barmaid who had stayed on shift as well to serve us asked.

"Yeah. Vodka and Diet Coke, please," I said as I checked her name badge. "Thanks, Millie," I added as I addressed her by name.

"Thank you," she said as she acknowledged my effort to call her by name. "Single? Double?"

"Single, please," I replied.

She took other people's drink orders and then disappeared off to the bar. Lucy handed me some clothes and smiled at me. "You can get dressed if you want," she said.

I had forgotten that I was still only wearing a robe and ridiculously posh shoes. The robe was nice and the shoes were lovely, but together they were a crazy looking combination. I excused myself from the table, and Lucy came with me to a private room. I had been handed the full complement: T-shirt, shorts, bra, panties, socks and trainers as well. "Spoiling me? Panties as well as a bra," I said as I slipped the panties on underneath the robe.

"I know!" Lucy said with a smile. "Lucky you." I turned away from her as I let the robe fall to the floor to put my bra on. I realise the madness of that, she has seen me more than naked today, but even so, the social norm of changing in front of someone still applies. I put the shorts, T-shirt, socks and shoes on and Lucy sat me on a chair. She brushed my hair straight and then gathered it all up into a neat ponytail. She also handed me some makeup removal wipes to use while she did my hair. When she was done, she also redid my makeup for me. Only basic, but it was a cute touch, and I did appreciate the gesture.

I looked at the robe and shoes on the floor and then at Lucy. "Just leave them there. AI will get them. The robe is hotel and the shoes are yours?"

"Yeah, well, the shoes are a sponsor deal for today," I said.

I sat back down at the table and took a sip of my drink again. It felt so good and so weird at the same time to have actual clothes on again. "How do clothes feel?" Lucy asked with a grin.

"Weird," I replied with a smile.

"Well, feel free to take them off," her brother suggested. "We don't mind."

"I will see how I go," I replied with a smile. It was a strange situation as I knew he would be at breakfast and I would be naked again. Alongside whatever else Lucy had in store for me.

The drinks flowed, and although I had wanted to have a drink, I started to alternate between vodka and a bottle of water after my second alcoholic drink. I enjoyed the two that I had had, but I didn't enjoy it anymore as an activity. Before my fighting career, a night out would have had the main goal of getting absolutely smashed out of my face, but now I just enjoyed one or two, and that was enough. None of the others slowed down, though, and where I had expected the party to start to wind down, it was definitely still in full swing. Just with much smaller numbers.

Millie was great. She was the only bar staff member on duty, and she worked her socks off. No one waited for a drink longer than a few minutes, and she seemed like she was everywhere. "I hope you are being well paid for the extra hours," Paul said to Millie when she placed his drink down. She just smiled meekly.

I knew that look. I have worked in a bar before. "Oh, no fucking way. Sorry," I said as I checked my language. "You are on shift pay, aren't you? Your shift ended at midnight?"

"Half midnight," Millie said, and I checked the time. She had been working for free for an hour. "It is fine. I am having a good time, it is not like work."

"You aren't being paid?" Paul asked her, and she shook her head. "Well, that is bullshit," he said.

A couple of them jumped up and went behind the bar with Millie. Under protest she showed them how the till worked and they announced we were serving ourselves and were buying Millie's drinks. No one protested, and after convincing Millie, she pulled up a chair and joined us. After a bit of further convincing, she accepted a drink that was paid for. We were still adding the tip onto the drinks, and that was still all going to her. Also, as she was not actually being paid, the standard 20% tip was increased to 100% so for each drink we had, we paid double, and half the money went to Millie. Quick, back of a beer mat maths, and she probably made around 600 credits over the next few hours. Considering she would likely be on an hourly rate of around 20 credits per hour (with unsociable hours uplift), that was not a bad night's work for her.

"Do you have playing cards?" Paul asked Millie.

"Erm, probably. 1 sec," she said as she got up and went behind the bar. The room was set out for a party, but underneath the table protectors were card tables, so the bar sold the playing cards.

She came back with them and placed them on the table. Someone took them, broke the seal and started to shuffle them. A hand was dealt, and I was dealt in as well. "Oh, I am shit at cards," I said.

"Yeah, all good," Lucy's brother said. "Do you play poker?"

"Not really," I admitted.

We shuffled around, and he came and sat next to me. For the next 30 minutes or so, we played as a pair, and he saw my cards and I saw his as he explained the quick rules for it. The rest of the people playing "ignored" our game-spoiling conversation, although we did try to keep it hushed, and they carried on as they would normally with the cards that they had. I did okay. I was probably breaking even with his help, and over time, he reduced the level of help and let me get on with it. Everyone had a good laugh when I declared a pair of eights when I had a much better hand, but it was all in good fun. Millie was also pretty good at Poker. The only time I had ever played poker was with very amateur players who barely knew the rules, and it was just a thinly veiled facade for young teenagers to take their clothes off. Just for info, in that game, I got topless, but my game ended when I would have lost my panties. A couple of the guys got naked to try and keep the game going, but none of the girls did. Although one of them did do a quick full frontal flash, but it was 'blink and you miss it'.

Although I had slowed down, I was way drunker than I had expected. I stood up to go to the bathroom and swayed a little bit. "Steady," Mila said when she saw me sway slightly and grab the table to steady myself. "You okay?"

"Yeah, long day," I said. "I am okay."

She followed me to the bathroom, and after a flash of her medical ID, she checked me with a scan. "Have a large water," she said with a smile. "My advice would be to stop the vodka for today. You are not used to it anymore. Not a medical order, you are not in danger, and you are not under my care, just a recommendation."

"Thanks," I said with a warm smile. I took her advice and switched exclusively to water. I made a point of buying expensive bottled water so Millie still got tip money from my bar bill.

"Come on then," Adam said, "Let's make this interesting for the final hour. 200 credit buy-in. One hour time limit. Cash out at the end of the game. No house cut as the house isn't paying staff, so fuck 'em."

"For added spice, let's make it strippy. If you drop below 100 credits, you strip to your underwear. If you run out of cash entirely, you are out of the game and you get naked," Alison suggested. I smiled at her suggestion, as there was a lot of her family here to be playing a strip game. She was either drunker than she was presenting as, or, very comfortable with family nudity.

Rules and stuff were thrashed out over the next few minutes, and everyone agreed to the terms of the game. It was a friendly game, no one was going to pin you down and strip you if you bottled it, but in good faith, if you ran out of cash, you got naked.

"I don't have 200 credits," Millie said.

"I'll buy you in," I said to her.

"You don't have to," she said instantly.

"No worries. You can even keep any winnings," I said. "If you want to play?"

"You sure?" she asked, to which I just nodded. "Yeah, sure then. I am in," she added with a grin.

"Do you have underwear on if it all goes wrong?" I asked with a wry smile.

"If it goes really wrong, she won't need underwear," Paul cut in.

"That is very true," I grinned.

"If I lose 200 credits in an hour with a 1-credit Small Blind, I think I deserve to get naked," she said with a knowing smile. She was, of course, correct. As long as you fold the hands that get too high a value, you are pretty much safe in an hour-long game. If you have a terrible time of it, you are probably revealing your underwear, but you would have to be very unlucky, or just stupid, to end up naked. Of course, in the heat of the moment, when you believe your hand is worth the risk and it turns out not to be, well, that can escalate quickly. Equally, if people work out you are folding the high value hands, you can get bluffed out of most games by a shit hand against you. I guess that is Poker though.

The rules were reiterated and clarified just to make sure that everyone was on the same page. It is easier to go through them beforehand than try to clarify during the game, and people complain that it is not how they understood it. I don't think anyone here would have done that anyway, but it is just good practice in any game that costs money or clothes. Or indeed both.

My grasp on the game of Poker was loose to say the least. I had been playing for an hour at the most. I had a general idea of what beat what, but I was a long way away from being a Poker player. I understood that it was all Maths and probability, but my brain was not capable of wrapping around that after the day that I had had. It was a strange mix of people, Millie looked to be the youngest, then me, Lucy and the rest increasing in age up to around 65, with Maria, I would say.

The timer was started, and the games started. They were hilarious. The money was just to have the money on the game. No one really cared, and it was all played in the spirit of the game. When the bets got high, Millie dropped out, as did Lucy and I. I have been naked for more than my fair share today. I am not putting my body on the line for three of a kind. Even if they are picture cards. I was losing, but it was a few credits here and there. On my last balance check, I had 176 credits left. So I was doing okay.

"What do you have left?" Mila asked. It was just her and Finn left in this hand.

"Oh, er," Finn said as he checked his balance. "114," he said.

"116 here," Mila said with a smile. "Let's make this interesting. I raise 116," she said with a mischievous grin.

"That does make it interesting," Finn said as he stared at his sister. His twin sister at that.

"Wanna 'see' me," Mila teased with a cheeky grin.

Finn stared at her for a few seconds as he looked for her tell. As twins, they must know each other fairly well. They both just held the stare as she tried to hide her tell and he tried to see it. She flickered a smile. Just the corner of her mouth for a fraction of a second. No matter who won, the other one was in underwear. Unless he folded, in which case she would win the pot that was currently 132 credits. So fold, and keep decent, or call and be financially safe for the rest of the game, and cost your sibling their underwear. "Let's see you," he said after a few seconds, and he slid his bet into the centre to update the pot to 248. "What ya got?"

You saw her confidence crumble as she got called. Had she been bluffing? She placed her cards onto the table to reveal a pair of eights with a King high. I stared at it for a second as she had just placed a hell of a lot on what was not a great hand. Finn's eyes flicked to the cards and back up to his sister's eyes. He grinned at her. "Fuck off," she said as he stared at her. "Have you got me?"

"Oh, please say they are see-through," Adam said.

"Or she isn't wearing any at all," Alison commented with a cheeky grin.

"She hasn't lost yet," Finn said as he placed his cards down on the table.

"YES!" Mila yelped before he even declared his hand. "YES YES YES!" she squealed as she took the pot and more importantly for her, kept her clothes on.

"Fuck sake," he said, but he was already standing up.

As the chant of "off off off" rose in volume and intensity, he slipped his shoes and socks off, then his shirt and finally he slid his trousers down and stepped out of them. Everyone cheered as she did a twirl in his boxers, and I did notice Millie taking a good look at him in his underwear until he sat back down again.

"Guy underwear is bullshit," Mila said. "They are just shorts."

"Why? What are yours like?" Adam asked her.

"La..." she began. But cut herself off before she disclosed way more than she needed to. "None of your business. But a lot fucking smaller than those," she retorted.

"See through as well?" Adam pressed.

Mila smiled at him. That was none of his business, but to her credit, she recognised that the tease was more valuable than the secret in this moment. "A bit," she replied and stuck her tongue out playfully.

A discussion on male and female underwear broke out, and there is very little defence for the argument. Male underwear is generally a lot less interesting and revealing than female. At the same time though, it is a very niche situation where you want to see a guy in a posing pouch, sometimes the mystery is sexier. Also, as we decided on using League rules, a bra does not count as underwear either, although by the way her top was sitting, I don't think she had one on anyway. Either way, she had way more on the line than he did. That was brave. Or foolish. I would probably go foolish.

"Fold this one straight away," Lucy whispered to me.

The hand got dealt, and I followed the lead of not even looking at them. Everyone folded. Except Finn and Mila. "Blind bet," Mila said while grinning, "98," she added.

"Nar, cos that doesn't even cost you your underwear," Finn said.

"That is all I can bet?" Mila said.

"You can bet what you want, but he can't match you," Lucy said, "He can just go all in."

"Update bet, 149 chips then. Blind game. No more bets. Just see who wins. Me to underwear. Or," she teased. "Someone gets naked," she added as she sang the last four words in a simple tune.

He looked at her for a while. "You go all in as well," he said.

"Er.. how about fuck off," she said, "If you win this one, we can consider a final hand..." she suggested.

"But if I don't win," he mumbled under his breath.

"If you don't, we all see ya naked," Lucy said with a broad grin.

That flattened his already failing confidence, and he shook his head. "Fold."

"Fucking wimp," Mila teased, but she swept back the pot and looked very relieved.

"Go on, flip the cards anyway. We will shuffle and reset afterwards," Paul said. "Let's see which way it would have gone."

The cards were flipped, and Mila would have won again, so Finn would have been naked had they played. "Aww, shame," Mila teased, but you could hear in her tone that she was relieved that the risk had been removed. Drinks were refilled, and the cards were shuffled again. The final 20 minutes of the game raced by, and nothing else interesting happened. No one was in any real danger of losing anything else unless they got foolish, and no one was biting when the high bets rolled in.

The game ended, and a final hand was dealt. "Final hand rules. You can fold instantly if you wish. All in. All of your money as a blind bet. The hand is then played as normal. The person with the worst hand strips. Naked. The rest of the players get their money back, plus an equal share of whoever loses credits. Does that make sense?" James said.

"Er, I think so," I said, "So just don't lose?"

"Pretty much," Lucy said. "I am in," she said as she placed her bet.

"What the hell?" I said with a shrug of my shoulders and followed her.

"Yeah, fuck it," Millie said.

Everyone else followed in, and the pot slowly grew to 2,000 credits as we all went all in on a blind bet. I could feel my heart fluttering as I once again risked total nudity. I just had to not lose. We decided to do it as a big reveal. So we did the Flop, which was a 10 of diamonds, a 9 of Clubs and a Jack of diamonds. The Turn was a Queen of clubs, and the River was an 8 of spades.

The player cards were then turned over.

Alison -- Nine of Spades and Eight of Spades

Paul -- Seven of Clubs and Seven of Diamonds

Lucy -- Queen of Hearts and Jack of Hearts (Winner -- Queen-high straight)

Liam -- Ace of Hearts and Two of Clubs

James -- Six of Spades and Five of Spades

Millie -- Ten of Clubs and Ten of Spades

Finn -- Jack of Spades and Three of Hearts (Lowest hand -- single pair with weak kicker)

Sophie -- Ace of Spades and King of Diamonds

Mila -- Four of Diamonds and Four of Clubs

Maria -- King of Clubs and Queen of Spades

"Fuck," Finn said as he worked it out quicker than everyone else.

"Fuck indeed," Mila said as she grinned at him. She had hardly done well, but she had not come last, and that was the only requirement. "I don't think I have seen you naked before..." she teased.

"In the womb?" Alison teased.

"Well, yeah, then," Mila said with a giggle.

Finn delayed for a few minutes, but he eventually stood up and in one smooth swipe he slid his boxers to the floor and stood up tall. Everyone cheered and whooped as he hung limply down between his legs. He did have a fairly nice dick, and I didn't give him the decency of looking away. I had a good look at him, as did everyone else. Except Mila. She had a quick look and then covered her eyes. "Oh, that is weird," she said as she giggled.

Just for completeness, the final results for credits were:

Lucy -- 267 credits

Manager -- 248 credits

Millie -- 240 credits

Simon -- 203 credits

Mum -- 188 credits

Manager's Wife -- 171 credits

Brother -- 165 credits

Mila -- 164 credits

Sophie -- 154 credits

Finn -- 0 credits

"Never seen each other naked?" Alison asked, to which Mila just shook her head. "How? Just living together when growing up, surely accidental walk-ins?"

Mila just shrugged, and I did admire that level of discipline. Or maybe it was just an ultra-conservative upbringing that social decency had instilled into them. Although they had just played a strip game. So not that conservative. I had no desire when growing up to see my Dad or brother naked, but I have by mistake a few times and vice versa. It is just one of the dangers of living with people. "Have you seen her naked?" Millie asked Finn.

"Don't think so?" Mila said as she cut in, and Finn just shook his head in confirmation. "Just topless at the beach?" Mila questioned.

"Yeah, bikini," he said.

The topic got changed as we needed more drinks, and as it must have been my turn to get them, I got up and headed behind the bar. I sorted out the drinks and just picked up the round on my credit. It was easier than everyone paying individually, and was what had been going on for a couple of rounds now. I got myself another bottle of water and then delivered the drinks to the table on a tray. In relation to the game, I would classify that as doing okay, considering I had no idea what I was doing most of the time. I had been playing for pairs, three of a kind and four of a kind. The rest of the hands were beyond my tired and vodka-soaked brain. Yes, I was the lowest of all players except for Finn, but I am taking that as a win. I played a game of strip poker and stayed 100% decent. That is definitely a win.

"That was ace," Millie said. "Thanks for the buy-in. How do I pay it back?"

"Call it a tip," I said.

"You sure?" she asked, to which I just nodded. "That is too generous. I can't take that."

"Yeah, you can," Lucy said as she plucked Millie's chip tracker out of her hand. She tapped it against hers, and then it got thrown around the room while Millie protested and half-heartedly chased it around like a child would a ball that was always out of reach.

"I can't take that," she said as she was handed back her chip with the full two grand on it, "That is just crazy. I can't take that."

"Yeah, you can," Lucy said. "And as it is gambling winnings, it is tax-free as well."

She mumbled a few half responses, but she was fighting back tears. I hate this world. It is so unequal. To her, two grand is massive. It will change her immediate life and make it a lot easier for her. It will quash some serious worries. Or maybe it will just buy her that designer purse she has always wanted. Whatever, it doesn't matter. I have been where she is, and now I am not, the bullshit just annoys me more. A simple gesture from people who can afford it makes a massive difference to those who cannot. There is plenty of money in the world, but it is all in the pockets of... arseholes. I was going to use the "c" word there, but I resisted. It annoys the fuck out of me, though.

"We calling it a night?" Finn asked hopefully.

"Time for these and one more, I think," Maria said. "I quite like the view."

Finn's confidence ebbed and flowed. The alcohol helped him massively, but he was more than aware he was naked and that everyone was looking at him on occasion. Even Mila was less bashful as she took in her brother's nudity. The final drink turned into a second, and I did make a note to call it a night after this one. I was very aware of the time and also the fact that I was just on the interval for my forfeit. I had a naked breakfast to survive yet, and I did not want to be tackling that with a hangover and on zero sleep.

"Can I put my clothes back on?" Finn asked.

"Nope," Mila said matter-of-factly. "I believe the terms were that you go back to your room naked."

"You are loving this, aren't you?" he replied with more than a hint of a barb. That sibling competitiveness was never that far away, and although it was never in danger of bubbling over, this would be something that he would not live down for a very long time.

"Loving the fact that it isn't me," she said with a smug smile.

"Wanna know the best bit?" Millie said.

"What?" Finn asked, and I heard the anxiety in his tone as Millie sounded very mischievous.

"I bet your room access will need refreshing," she said with a grin.

"No!" Finn said as that reality hit him. He was going to the customer service desk with no clothes on.

"And remember that cute receptionist you were hitting on earlier..." Millie began. "She is on the night shift." She was either very switched on with that comment to have noticed Finn hitting on another member of staff, or she fancied Finn and was jealous he had not been hitting on her.

"No, no no no," Finn said as he stared at her, wondering if she was joking or not.

"Oh dear," Mila teased, "She is gonna see your willy," she said with a giggle.

"The main reception area?" Finn asked.

"Yep," Mila replied, sounding very pleased with herself.

"That may be busy?" Finn said.

"Yep..." Mila said. "Hopefully."

"Oh yeah, that would be quite embarrassing," Lucy teased. "Oh dear."

"Want a second option?" Maria asked, to which Finn leapt at. "You can either do the naked walk. Or, you can drop to your knees and play till you cum while we all watch."

"Oooo, that is a good idea," Alison said.

The colour drained from Finn's face as he realised he had two terrible options. Potentially, a lot of people see him naked, and although no cameras were allowed in this room, the rest of the hotel was a public space. So he would be on CCTV at the very least, and most likely, if anyone was around, he would be on camera phones as well. Or have a wank with an audience, and I am going to hazard a guess that the audience would not keep quiet while he got the task at hand.

"And just for fairness and to be a party pooper," Lucy said. "This is a friendly game and no obligation. You can just tell us to fuck off, grab your clothes, and that is the end of that."

"That would be a dick move though," Finn muttered.

"It would, but no one would pull you for it," Lucy said. "Of course, if you want my opinion, I vote you have a wank. Always an entertaining option for spectators."

"Yep, wank," Millie said. Everyone else followed with the vote of him having a wank as well, except for Mila.

"Yeah, I don't really wanna watch my brother spunk all over the floor," she said, "I vote naked walk."

"Would you look away if he cracked one off?" Lucy asked.

"Oh fuck no," she said, "I would watch and then immediately book in for counselling."

We all teased him mercilessly, but his confidence grew over time. I am not sure if he got used to his nakedness or if the fact that six females were asking him to whack himself off was turning him on. "No filming?" he confirmed.

"Nope," Mila said. "Oh my God? Are you going to do it?"

He didn't reply, he just gently teased himself with his fingers and then his hand and Mila just stared at him as he started to grow. "Eww eww eww," she said, but she didn't turn away, she just watched him stroke to full erection.

"For clarity, you can just tell us to fuck off," Lucy said again.

He didn't reply again, he just sank to his knees, closed his eyes, and as soon as he was hard enough, he started to stroke himself. He was fairly big down there. He was a grower and not a shower, as he was fairly small when flaccid, but now that he was erect, he was a decent size. Seven inches, I would say and a good handful around. Of course, his manhood was called into question as we teased him while we watched, and he nearly lost his erection. That caused more teasing, and he was back to flaccid again. "Oh dear," Adam said as Finn became very aware that he had just lost his erection.

"It is a bit hard being watched," Finn mumbled in reply.

"Doesn't look that hard to me," Mila quipped.

"Fuck off," Finn retorted, but his tone was of a friendly acceptance. He furiously stroked and teased himself, recovered his erection and continued with the job in hand.

"I think he just needs some visual help," Lucy said. "We are all wearing panties, yeah?"

We all said that we were. "AI randomly pick someone and a random time between 10 and 60 seconds," Lucy said. "Whoever gets picked, flash your panties for him."

"Millie," the AI said. "For 47 seconds."

His eyes snapped open and looked at Millie. She was wearing her uniform, which was a skirt, and so she just shifted her weight on the chair she was on and lifted the skirt. She gave him a quick flash, but then repositioned and let him stare at her panties while the pace of his hand picked up. She was wearing a black pair of fairly standard bikini-style ones. "Time," the AI said, and Millie instantly reset her decency.

"Roll again, same rules," Lucy said.

"Mila..." the AI said, "32 seconds."

"Nooo," Mila said.

"You are wearing some, yeah?" Lucy asked her, to which she just nodded. "How see-through are they?" Lucy asked her.

"Very," she admitted, and after a quick reposition, she let her brother see up her skirt. She was wearing a lacy sky blue pair that were a very small style. Not quite a G-string, but there was not a lot to them. The lace was totally see-through, but she kept her legs locked together.

Finn glanced at her. "Oh," he said, sounding genuinely surprised as her saw Mila's underwear and then looked away.

"Please don't cum looking at your sister's panties," Mila said as she just sat and let him stare at her underwear.

"Time," the AI said, and Mila swept her skirt back down again.

"AI, reroll," Mila said.

"Sophie, for 58 seconds," was the reply.

"Super," I said as I stood up. I was wearing shorts, so it was not an option to just lift the skirt. I didn't remove the shorts, I just pushed them down at the front to reveal my very boring underwear. They were not granny pants or anything like that, but they were just underwear. Plain and simple. He stared, and his hand picked up the pace again as he stared at me.

"Imagine pushing those to the side," Lucy said to him, "Her wet pussy... waiting... sliding into her."

"Oh my God," he whispered and closed his eyes. I was a fair distance away, but he was a young guy, and I felt I was within range if he did cum. He opened his eyes and stared at my panties while he went faster and faster.

"How wet are you, Sophie?" Lucy asked.

I realised the truth of that question was not the optimal answer. The truth was, not really that wet at all. I was drunk, beyond tired and more than satisfied in that department for today. Although I was watching a fairly cute, attractive guy have a wank, so to claim I was not at all wet would have been a lie. "Soaked," I lied, "Dripping for it."

"Fuck fuck fuck," Finn muttered as he stared at my panties. I grinned back at him and shifted my position slightly so only Finn could see between my legs. I lifted the thin material to the side and flashed him my pussy. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head, and his hand was like a blur.

"Don't pull it off," I grinned. The double entendre was not intended, and my realisation of it just killed the moment. Everyone burst into laughter, and he lost his rhythm and concentration. "Sorry," I said as the timer ended and I reset my decency.

"Reroll," I said.

It was Lucy, and she just lifted her dress for him. She teased him and opened her legs as he stared. Lucy's Mum took over after her, and the dancing and teasing were ramped up. Inhibition slowly reduced, and the girls took it in turns dancing and gyrating in their underwear. Lucy upped the stakes by lifting her dress much higher to flash her breasts as well as her underwear, but no one else followed suit. I flashed my bra when it was my turn. Lucy leaned in and whispered to me. "Lift the bra as well," she said softly, "We will get Mila naked, we need to normalise it though." I just smiled at her as I lowered my shirt and then lifted it again, this time taking the bra with it. I felt the cool air on my bare nipples and felt them stiffen and get erect. I knew what her plan was and recognised that her level of manipulation was off the scale. Considering she was well on her way to being drunk and probably nearly dead on her feet that was a mental clarity that was both scary and impressive at the same time.

"Mila, 60 seconds," the AI said and I suspected that was not an entirely random selection and time length.

"Ooo yeah," Lucy said, "Come on, Finn, pop for your twin," she teased.

Mila toned down the dancing as she stared at her brother, who knelt on the floor while he stared at her. There was no pretence this time, he stared at the hot girl standing in front of him, flashing her panties. The seamless design of her lace panties hid very little when she was standing, and you could see the line of her pussy through the material. "Sit down," Lucy said and nudged her back so she sat on a chair that was facing him. "Open your legs."

"No," Mila said as she shook her head. "They are so see-through," Mila protested.

"Yeah, kinda the idea," Lucy grinned at her and rested her hands on her knees. She gently pushed them apart, and after a slight resistance, Mila let her legs fall open. She covered her face with her hands as she went legs akimbo while her brother stared at a new angle of his sister.

"Oh my God," Finn breathed as he stared at her. Mila removed her hands from over her face and watched him wank off in front of her.

Lucy let go of Mila's knees, and she made no attempt to close her legs. Lucy gently brushed her hand up Mila's perfectly flat stomach and took her top with it. Mila blocked her with her hand just before it got interesting. "I am not wearing a bra."

"Cool, me neither," Lucy said as she grinned and kept lifting her hand up, but Mila was not for letting her lift her top up. Instead, Lucy switched to her skirt, which was a simple zip style and gently tugged the zipper down. She didn't do it quickly, she gave Mila plenty of time to realise what was happening and for her to stop it, but she did not and as the zip was fully unfastened, her skirt fell away from her.

Lucy stroked Mila's breasts through her top for a few seconds and played with her nipples through the material. She kissed Mila on the lips and then started to lift the hem of her shirt again. Mila resisted for a second, but let her hand move away, and Lucy lifted her shirt up to her neckline and exposed Mila to the room.

She had awesome breasts. Small and apple-sized. Perfectly standing proud on her chest, her puffy nipples were erect in the situation. "Oh my God," Finn breathed as he stared at her breasts. Lucy tried to lift Mila's top up and over her head, but she stopped her with her hand and then pulled her top back down again. Lucy didn't let go though. She gave her a few moments and then lifted her top again. This time, instead of stopping Lucy, Mila lifted her arms into the air as Lucy removed her top for her so she was topless. "Oh my Fucking God," Finn said as he stared. Unblinking as he stared at his twin sister's bare chest.

In his defence, she was stunningly hot. She was not big-chested, she was not well-toned, she was just purely hot and sexy. Her natural body and shape seemed to add to her perfection more than a body chiselled through intense training, surgery or third-party interference. The timer went off but it was just silenced.

Mila had closed her legs again as she stared at her brother in front of her. Lucy teased her legs open again, and Mila offered very little resistance. Lucy stroked her finger between her legs and then deftly lifted the lacy material away and to the side, exposing Mila fully for a second until she pushed Lucy's hand away. Finn's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he stared at his sister's pussy for that second. He was lost in lust, she was not his sister, she was an achingly beautiful female body that he was able to have a wank over. It didn't matter who she was, she was purely an object. It was 100% what she was, not who she was, and she was fucking sexy as hell.

"No," Mila said when Lucy tried to move her panties out of the way again. "Those stay on."

"Spoil sport," Lucy pouted, but she didn't try again. Instead she slid her finger down the outside of Mila's underwear and gently circled the tips of her index and middle fingers through the thin material.

I watched Lucy as in the space of 15 seconds she sent Mila through the indifferent stage, via the "Oh my God that is too intense" stage and then finally arriving at the "fuck me that is good" stage. All in less than 30 seconds, she worked out what got Mila off. She was good. My thoughts switched back to our fight, and I realised that I had no chance as soon as she got the upper hand. I didn't feel quite so bad about cumming so quickly during our fight now, Lucy was good. Mila bit her lip and closed her eyes as the pleasure radiated around her half-naked body. Her head tilted back, and she moaned softly. It was like Mila heard her own moan, which snapped her back into the room. "No," she said again and pushed her hand between Lucy's fingers and her pussy to block her. "Fucking hell, no way," she added.

"Aww, that was just getting fun," Lucy teased. "You sure?" she questioned as she tried to work her fingers around Mila's hand.

"I'll cum," Mila said.

"So?" Lucy said dismissively. "You wanna cum?" she offered with a sexy mischief.

Mila hesitated for a second, but she left her hand in place, and Lucy did not force it. "How the fuck do you do that?" she asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "I have watched you in training. You would crush me, and there ain't no fucking way I am letting you get me off here."

Lucy laughed and retracted her hand. "Your sister is so wet," Lucy said to Finn, who was barely breathing and going as fast as he could. She dropped her voice and octave or two. "Go on.. cum for her." Lucy inspected her fingers and then gently kissed them. She watched Finn as her lips brushed against her fingers, and then delicately opened her mouth and slid her fingers into it. She pulled her fingers out of her mouth slowly and then offered them to Mila. She kept her lips closed, but Lucy teased her wet fingers across her closed lips. The second Mila parted them Lucy slid her finger into her mouth and just deep enough to get a gag out of her.

Finn groaned loudly, and he blasted a long ribbon of cum across the floor. He kept the pace up, and his second and third ejaculations were almost as powerful as he emptied his load onto the floor in front of him. Mila closed her legs and folded her arms across her chest in a cross, each hand on the opposing shoulder as she covered her bare chest. "Fucking hell, that is a lot of cum," she observed as Finn emptied onto the floor.

"And all for you," Lucy's Mum teased.

"Eww," Mila said, but she made no attempt at looking away as Finn caught his breath on his knees. His final dribbles of cum dripped off his cock and onto his fingers as he gently stroked himself to completion. Lucy handed Mila her shirt back, and she put it on. She stood up to put her skirt back on, which gave everyone a good view of her pussy through her panties for a few seconds.

"One hundred credits to scoop and swallow some," Lucy said with a mischievous grin.

"No fucking chance," Mila said. "I am not swallowing my brother's cum."

"One thousand," Lucy instantly countered and Mila hesitated for a second before she shook her head. "Oooo. Nearly there with a grand... 1500?" Lucy grinned at her.

Mila realised what she was actually being asked to do, and she shook her head again and looked like she meant it that time. "No way," she said. "That would be gross."

I smiled at her and respected her morals. There was a time not all that long ago that if someone offered me 1500 credits to swallow some of my brother's cum it would have been hard to say no to it. Would I have done it? In a group like this and in such a situation then probably not, but I would be drunker than I was today, so maybe. 1500 credits is a lot of money and there are worst things you can be asked to do for that amount of money.

I threw Finn a napkin or three to clean up. Fun had we threw his clothes at him, and once he was dressed, made him clean up his mess with the napkins.

A final round of drinks was drunk, and I had another bottle of water and not alcohol. People drank up and started to head to their rooms. It was just me, Millie, Lucy, her manager and his wife left. I was so horny after watching that. "Wanna watch?" Lucy grinned at me.

"Yeah," I said instantly, not knowing what I was watching.

We called Millie a private taxi and tagged her so her journey was tracked. She was 100% safe, but a young girl on her own at half 3 am just felt a bit dangerous. The hotel staff ensured she got the taxi okay, and at the other end, as soon as she was safely in her house, we would be pinged to let us know. I had no idea what I was watching, but I just followed Lucy, James and Maria as the three of them went upstairs. James and Maria went to their room, and we followed inside. Maria took a seat, and I sat next to her. James stripped naked, and Lucy lifted her dress over her head and off so she was only wearing her panties. "On your knees," Maria ordered and obediently Lucy dropped to her knees in front of her husband and took him in her mouth. James was indeed huge. I mean fucking huge. I had no idea where that was going, but it sure as fuck wasn't going anywhere near any of my entrances. He was so big, even at full erection, it was too heavy to hold its own weight. I just stared as Lucy worked it under direction from his wife.

It took me a second to realise that Lucy was not just fluffing. Maria was teasing herself, and she had unfastened her dress, which was a full zip design down the side. I took a double-take as she was naked. She had no underwear on underneath her dress. Now I realised that she was the only one who did not have to do any underwear dancing by the random AI selection. I looked at her and then at her nakedness. She saw me looking and just grinned back at me while she fingered herself. What if she had lost 100 credits and lost her dress? That was a fairly big gamble. Unless she would have just backed out of the game had she lost. "I don't lose," she said as though she read my mind. Her confidence and projected authority owned the room.

Maria shrugged her dress off fully and let it fall to the floor so she was fully naked. She opened her legs, exposing herself as she fingered herself while Lucy pleasured her husband. Lucy used her hand, her mouth and her breasts as she pushed them together for him to have sex with her cleavage. "Stand up," Maria ordered. Lucy stood up and kept stroking James with her hand. James lowered his head down and sucked each of Lucy's nipples in turn while she wanked him off.

Maria leaned forward and pulled Lucy's panties down to her knees. Gravity took care of the rest and Lucy stepped out of them so she was also naked. James took that as the cue to take the lead, span Lucy around, bent her over the dressing table, dropped to his knees and licked her from behind. "Don't make her cum," Maria said, "Just make her wet enough."

I stared as I watched him eat her while being directed by his wife. After a few minutes, he squirted lube onto his massive cock and massaged it all over himself. His hairless balls glistened with the lube that ran onto them, and like his cock, they were also enormous. Combined, they must have been the size of my fist, easily, probably bigger. Male enhancement was common as "bigger is better" (spoiler, it really isn't), but you can normally see the enhancement work. His enhancement surgery was either very good or it was all natural. Surely no one is that big? Normally on enhancement, all the attention goes on the penis, and the balls get neglected, which looks really weird as a huge dick with tiny pea balls in comparison just looks odd. He either had a very good surgeon, or he really had been born with a cock that big. I was, however, staring. He rested against her and pushed forward. Her eyes flashed with a combination of surprise and discomfort as he pushed against her. His cock was long enough to flex against her resistance, and I just watched. Transfixed by the display and transaction that was about to take place. I was sure that he was too big for her and she would just snap in half like a twig. He was fully lubed up, and her body still managed to reject the penetration.

He was huge. Like fucking huge. Easily the girth of my wrist and longer than my forearm. He pulled back and dripped lube onto the top of his shaft. He dribbled some lube between Lucy's legs as well, and then he pushed forward again against her. I have no idea how her hips didn't dislocate or how her pelvis didn't just snap in half like a chicken wishbone. "Oh fuck," Lucy moaned as her body surrendered, and he pushed into her. Her tone switched from shock to pleasure in an instant. "Oh fuck," she gasped. When he was half way in, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she orgasmed. She suppressed it very well, but she 100% just orgasmed.

James pushed his full length into her from behind and I have no idea how that would feel. I have been fucked by some big cock in my time but fairly sure never anything that big. Certainly not from behind and rammed into me to the hilt. Looking at Lucy's face it felt incredible as she orgasmed again.

"Don't cum, Lucy," Maria instructed. "Not yet."

"I am gonna cum," Lucy whispered. She was lying, she had already cum at least twice, and she was cumming again, but she controlled her face and volume. Without a shadow of a doubt, though, she just orgasmed multiple times on that enormous cock, and she was still going.

"Don't cum, Lucy," she warned again. "If you cum, he swaps to anal."

Her husband reached around and aggressively pinched and twisted Lucy's nipple. "Ow!" she yelped and tried to pull away, but he held onto her nipple and twisted harder. "Dick," she mumbled as he halted her orgasm with pain.

He picked her up with a combination of his massive hands on her shoulders and the rod that was inside her. I have no idea how that would feel to be lifted clean off your feet by a cock in your pussy. Neither did I have a pressing urge to find out either. Protectively, I crossed my legs as he moved her around so she was facing Maria. She dropped her legs open, and James shoved Lucy's face between her legs. "Lick her," he ordered.

She had no say in that command as he shoved her face into his wife. She licked her urgently while he just held himself inside her. The female body is a marvel. I have no idea how she was taking what was in her and still functioning. Maria orgasmed next to me and shoved Lucy's face between her legs as she climaxed loudly. "Good girl," she mocked as she smothered her in her pussy for a few seconds. James pushed into her, and Lucy orgasmed again. This time, she didn't try to hide it, and she came very loudly. James grabbed Lucy's hair and aggressively yanked her head backwards, arching her back as he pulled her upwards. Maria repositioned herself, crossed her legs and just watched. "Fuck her," she demanded.

James rolled her onto her back and pounded her. Hard and fast, he lasted around 30 seconds before Lucy's eyes lit up, and he shot his cum deep inside her. "Ooo yeah, all the way in me," Lucy cooed. "Cum in me..."

He grabbed hold of her thighs and dug his fingers into the flesh. She tried to pull away as he clamped her in place, but he just kept pumping her full of cum. His seed was leaking out from around his cock as it was buried into her. I watched his balls tense and relax. Each pulse forcing another dribble of cum out of her from around his cock. He pulled out of her and took over with his hand. I am not sure if he came again or if it was still the same orgasm, but he fired four enormous ribbons of thick cum over her stomach and breasts, right up to her neck, narrowing missing her face. He pushed himself back into her and Lucy orgasmed again. This time loudly. "You have many uses, you little slut," Maria teased. "Good girl. You may now leave."

"Yeah. Fuck off," James said as he pulled out of her pussy with a wet and very messy slurp sound. Her pussy rejected the cum, and I watched it gush out of her like she was pissing cum for a second or two. James shoved her to her knees and pointed his cock at her face. He stroked himself for a few seconds until another ribbon of his cum fired into her face. Hitting her in the forehead it flowed back into her hair with the force and then oozed down her face. She didn't stop it or wipe it away, she just let it dribble down her face. Some got stopped by her eye brows, but a lot of it dribbled around the bridge of her nose, over her mouth and a few drops dripped off her chin.

Maria showed Lucy her dress and panties, but just threw them to the opposite end of the room away from door. Maria grinned at Lucy and with no reaction or protest she grabbed my hand and we left the room closing the door behind us. That was too rehearsed, that was not the first time that had happened.

"What the fuck was that?" I asked.

"The best sex I have ever had," she said with a grin, "Well, with a guy. Nothing comes close. Instant orgasm, and when he cums he is like a hose. It just feels brain-meltingly good."

"Is that normal?" I asked as I tried to process what I just watched.

"Yeah, if his wife comes to the fights, that is normal. If I win," she said. "Weird, huh?"

"That is not covered under any guidelines, you know," I said as I went into protection mode. That was wrong on every level. Just from a manager/fighter angle, that is a hellishly unhealthy position for her.

"Oh, that is a very separate contract," Lucy grinned at me. "Very extracurricular. And they pay very, very well."

"Even so..." I said quietly as I took time to look at her properly. She was naked and literally covered in cum. Legs, chest and face. It looked like an army of guys had spunked all over her, not just one. The value of this image did not escape my attention, but there was no one around. No staff at all, and even the lights to the entire floor seemed to be dimmed. They must have the entire floor on private lock down. There is no way they would risk one of their prized fighters being photographed wandering around covered in cum "for free." Would they?

"They pay very VERY well," she said with a twinkle in her eyes. I almost asked her how much she got extra for that service, but I don't think I wanted to know. "Once I am financially set, I am out. I won't look like this forever. Capitalise on it while I have it."

"Has he ever had your ass?" I asked with a genuine interest.

"Oh fuck no!" she said instantly, "Empty fantasy threat of Maria's that. My ass is off limits. He would probably kill me," she said with a smile.

I just smiled at her for a second as we walked down the corridor towards her room.

"He is too big for her. She gets off on watching him fuck another girl," she said, "Each to their own," she added with a shrug.

"Does he hurt?" I asked.

"Oh fuck yes," she said with a giggle. "It hurts magnificently. You must have had it? It is agony, but you still cum and beg for more."

"You are weird," I said with a smile, but I knew exactly what she meant. "In the nicest possible way."

Lucy just smiled. "You going to your room or you wanna come to mine?" she asked. I looked at her as I wondered where this was going. "Oh, not for that. I am fucked. I am literally covered in cum and have it running down the insides of my legs and over my feet," she said, and I looked and she was telling the truth. A stream of cum had run down the insides of her legs and onto her bare feet.

She scanned her door when we got to it and went inside, leaving it open behind her. I hesitated, but then followed her in. "Gonna grab a shower," she said, "Make yourself comfortable."

She had a shower and came back out again wearing a clean pair of panties and nothing else. I was sitting at the table watching the early morning traffic outside. It was half 4 am and the sun was just starting to come up. "Sorry," I said as I saw her partial nudity and closed the curtains.

"No worries," she said as she opened them again and stood in the window proudly. "Mirrored glass."

She sat at the table next to me and dried her hair. She tied it into a ponytail and removed her makeup. I took mine off as well, and we just chatted about nothing in particular. "What do you wear in bed?" she asked.

"Oh, er, whatever," I said. "You?"

"This," she said as she held her arms out to the side to show she slept just in her underwear.

"Yeah, underwear is fine," I said. "Can I get some more comfortable ones?"

"Yeah, you are free for another... er... 3 hours. Order what you want. PJs if you prefer, whatever," she said, "Fucking hell. Three hours and we are up again."

I ordered myself some hot-pant style underwear to sleep in and changed into them. I had a wash and did my teeth, then went back into the bedroom. Lucy was in bed on the left side, and she was curled up facing the wall. Her arm was on top of the duvet, and I could see her bare back and shoulder. The duvet on my side was folded back for me. I got into bed, and she turned her head to look at me. "Sorted?" she asked.

"Yeah, cheers," I said.

"AI, door secure, guest. No access granted. Sophie and me only," she said, "Night Sophie."

"Night," I replied and kissed her on the lips when she twisted her head around. The light clicked off, and I closed my eyes to fall instantly asleep.

The alarm sounded, and Lucy almost killed it I think rather than turning it off. She almost put it through the side table. She did mumble something that I am sure was fairly bad language, but I didn't hear what she said. "Morning," she mumbled with a gentle jab of her elbow into my ribs.

"Urgh, morning," I mumbled back. "Sleep well?" I asked.

"A whole 2 and a half hours... yeah," she said back.

It was half 7 and we had to be up and dressed in 30 minutes. Well, she had to be dressed, I assumed the life expectancy of my panties was around 30 minutes. By which time I would be naked again. She kicked the duvet off herself and stood up. She got herself a large bottle of water and handed me one as well. "Head?" she asked, and I just grimaced. "Yeah, that was a shit idea," she said as she handed me a tablet while she took another one.

"Ta," I said as I took it.

"I will get us the good shit when I can," she said, "Shower. You awake, or do you need an alarm?"

"I am awake," I said as I kicked the duvet off to prove the point.

She showered and came out wrapped in a robe. I followed her into the shower and came out wearing just the panties. She grinned at my partial nudity and checked the time. "Five minutes and they are gone," she teased.

The door chimed and then buzzed as access was denied for whoever it was. She looked at me to check that I was okay just wearing panties. As they had around 4 minutes of life left anyway, I just shrugged. "Unlock. Just for info, Sophie is naked."

The door chimed, and her manager came in. "Er, you have make-up and hair stylist," he said as he looked at me and smiled, "Not authorised until 8 though," he said as he checked the time and it was 07:57.

Lucy looked at me, and I realised my partial nudity was not "legal" until 08:00, and so they were not able to come in until then. "I will waive three minutes," I said.

"Sure?" her manager asked.

"Yeah, no probs."

Lucy came good on her promise of the good anti-hangover stuff, and it did take the edge off. I still felt like death, but at least my head did not feel like it was spinning on my shoulders. People came and went, mainly her team, but her Mum, Dad and brother arrived and stayed in the main room. I stayed on the sofa and just made small talk when I was spoken to. I was very aware that I was still wearing my panties, and I shouldn't have been really. I figured keeping a low profile was my best bet, and so I went with that.

Lucy came out of her room with her hair and make-up all done and ready. She looked me up and down and smiled. "Are they sponsored?" she asked as she gestured at my underwear. I just nodded. I was sponsored for this whole event. It was a one-off deal, but yeah, most of my clothing for these two days were all sponsor deals. "How the fuck have you got sponsors?" she asked.

I was not sure how to answer that while not sounding like a bitch. Better PR? Better team? Neither would be a great answer when at her mercy for the next few hours. Luckily, her manager stepped in for me. "Because when you are at the bar getting pissed, she is hitting the 3rd interview, although I am sure she doesn't want to," he said with a wry smile. "Effort... commitment... dedication."

"Meh", Lucy said, "I am not a performing monkey for these rich bellends."

"And that is why she has sponsored panties on, and I am sure a fairly decent monetary perk for wearing them," he said with a smile. "I am sure she doesn't want to be, but she accepts that she is a dancing, usually naked, performing monkey for these rich bellends." I did smile at his use of her wording. A very true statement. You may not like the hand that feeds you, but biting it would be foolish at best. Even if it does dry fuck you up the ass every now and then.

He did have a great way with words, and judging by Lucy's lack of retaliation, he had made a good and fair point. If any of my team questioned my commitment, I would be asking what else I could do. Or if it was a cheap jab at me, they would be wondering what had just hit them.

Lucy dressed into jeans and a t-shirt, and then she smiled at me mischievously. This was not going to go well for me. "She is free game by the way," Lucy said, "Anyone wanna blow job?" she offered, and a few of the guys seemed to pay more attention.

She grinned at me and just let the question sit for a few moments while it sank in. No one stepped forward, although I did swirl my tongue around my mouth to prepare. It doesn't take much effort to prepare to give a blowjob, but a mouth is not always as wet and "lubed" as you would expect. That is maybe a little bit too much information, but that is just how it is. I was hoping the offer would not be taken up, as no one wanted to be first, but there was no way Lucy was letting me off the hook that easily. "Come on. Who doesn't want to get sucked off by Sophie Lloyd?" Lucy urged, "She swallows as well. Dirty bitch."

I smiled weakly at that comment. The last thing my stomach needed this morning was cum in it. It was struggling with air at the moment, and I had had a few nausea waves that had taken real mental strength to repel. Granted, that was first thing this morning, and after a glass of water, some hangover drugs, and some time, it was fairly settled. It 100% did not want or need cum in it though.

"Anyone?" Lucy said as she looked around the room. She knew that it would be like opening the flood gates, she just had to get that one to go first. "Liam? Go on, you have posters of her... Do ya not want her lips around your cock?" she said with a grin.

He blushed as his fan status got called out, which I found adorable and weird. Yeah, he should be supporting his sister and not me, I guess, but I am going to assume the posters of me would not be pictures of me wearing very much. That would be weird if he had those sorts of posters of his sister. I smiled at him when he caught my eye and swirled my tongue around the inside of my mouth again. I realised instantly how much of a tease that would be seen as, but it was genuinely just me preparing my mouth for what was looking more and more like an inevitable blow job.

It took a fairly big leap. There were quite a few people in here, and a fairly high ratio of those people were his immediate family. He was not allowed to just unzip and present his manhood, he had to get naked if he wanted me to suck him off. That was a stipulation that Lucy had requested had I won. I am assuming it was for the reason that full nudity offers another barrier to taking up the offer and would limit how much cock she would have had to have sucked. I had just reciprocated the request. So yeah, anyone who wanted sucking off (or licking, girls as well were eligible) this morning could be, but they had to be fully naked.

"No one?" Finn said, "I'll go," and he started to undress. My heart sank as I realised I was about to suck a dick with a very focused and intimate audience. Once one guy has taken the leap, it is easier for others to take the same leap. I mentally checked the strength of my stomach and almost safe worded it. I would still be sucking a dick, but I could safe word it and be allowed to spit or pull him out and take a facial, or chest, whatever. I didn't though. I watched him get naked and sit on the sofa. He opened his legs, and after a second delay, I sank to my knees in front of him. Gently took hold of him in my hand and slowly took him into my mouth.

"Oh fuck," Finn whispered as his flaccid cock went into my mouth, and a few seconds later, his fully erect cock came back out of it.

"I did not need to see that," Mila said with a nervous giggle, but she did not look away, and she just watched me suck off her brother.

Not bragging here, but I am fairly good at blow jobs. It is the foundation of my job. We spend a lot of time with simulation devices doing this sort of thing. We learn how to drag it out and give a show for the audience. We learn how to read the signs of orgasm and how to control it. There is a limit, and if a guy is going to be premature, then there isn't much you can do, but once you have control, you can drag it out for a long time if you want to. Equally, if you want, you can make him a 30-second wonder.

He was not quite a 30-second wonder, he lasted a little bit longer than that. Not by much, though. "Oh fuck," Finn gasped as he stared down at me. "Oh fuck oh fuck," he gasped as he stared at me. I stared up at him and locked eye contact with him.

I felt his cock stiffen and then tasted the ejaculation. Finn just moaned deeply as his cum hit the back of my throat. I fought the gag reflex and the wave of nausea. We also trained for that as well. I let him finish, and he slid out of my mouth. I stayed on my knees and opened my mouth for him. Using my tongue, I swirled it around my mouth and made it look like there was a lot more than there was. It was barely a teaspoon of cum, but a combination of pushing your tongue into the base of your mouth and just overproduction of saliva makes it look like a lot more to anyone watching. The milky liquid flowed over my tongue and flooded over my teeth as I tilted my head back and played with it for a few seconds. Once you are over the texture, which is horrible, the taste isn't actually that bad. It is a bit salty, but most of the time it is not that offensive purely on taste.

I closed my mouth, swallowed, and then showed him my empty mouth. Several in the small, intimate audience cheered my swallow, mainly the women. My stomach was doing somersaults, and I did some breathing to control it. That would be sexy wouldn't it? Swallow cum and then 5 seconds later throw it all back up again. I didn't, but it did indeed open the floodgates. Lucy had noticed my nausea battle though. "Give her a second," she said sounding genuinely concerned. I think she was mainly concerned that they might lose the deposit if I threw up 'cum sick' all over the place. "You good?" she asked as she looked at me.

I nodded my head. "Yeah," I lied. I was far from good, but I was not going to throw up. At least not imminently.

"Same safe word," Lucy said, and I just nodded. "Enjoy her," she said to the intimate group, and they did.

None of the girls stepped forward and took me up on my offer, which was a shame. It would have been a nice change of pace. They were encouraged, and they almost convinced Mila to "have a go." I even waived her having to be naked, she was wearing a skirt, and I said she could keep it on, but she would have had to remove any underwear. She almost went for it, but the audience was too big for her, I think, and there was that extra barrier that she would have been the first girl. That is one hell of a leap, and fair enough to her, not many would take up the offer I don't think. It was a shame, as the speed Lucy almost got her off last night, and I would have had a lot of fun with her. She would have been goo and her brain would have been leaking out of her ears by the time I was done with her. I guess that is another reason why she wouldn't let me eat her, as she probably knew that. Clothes on or not, bye-bye dignity if she is a screamer. Instead, I sucked off seven guys. Four came in my mouth and I swallowed it all. One came on my face and two on my chest/breasts.

"Go on," Lucy said to Liam. "Seriously, do not let this opportunity go."

I looked at him and waited. I was a mess. Both visually and physically as well. My stomach was somersaulting, and I was fairly pleased the last three guys had decided to cum on me as opposed to in my mouth. My hair was splattered with cum. Sticky ribbons of it were slowly glooping down my face, cheeks and chin. My chest was splattered. My small cleavage was still enough to redirect the slow-moving rivers of it between my breasts, and I could feel it pooling into my belly button and soaking into the waistband of my underwear. I locked eye contact with him for a second, and I saw his bravery evaporate. I gave it another second and then stood up as he was not taking me up on the offer. With no protest from anyone, I went for a shower and washed the cum off my body and out of my hair. I put the underwear back on, although it did have a bit of cum on it, it was not a lot, and the alternative was naked.

"You aren't getting another birthday present," Lucy said, "She is it. Go on."

"She is showered now," Liam answered as he looked at me.

"So?" Lucy said.

"She is showered," James said, "We have a schedule," he added as he checked the time. It was only half 8 and we were not booked in for breakfast until half 9. Again, not blowing my own trumpet here, but a guy has never lasted anywhere near that long with my mouth wrapped around his cock.

"Genuinely your birthday?" I asked Liam. He nodded. "I can shower again. Wanna birthday blow job?"

He stared at me for a few seconds, and the small audience encouraged him. He started to undress, and I grinned at him. "No bullshit? Genuinely your birthday?" I asked him again.

"Yeah," he said. "19 today."

"Cool. Happy birthday," I said with a grin. "I guess I should be naked as well then," I added as I slid my underwear down and off. I threw them at him, and he caught them. I saw his eyes flicker down to my panties that he was holding tightly, and I watched him manipulate the material between his fingers. I gave him a few seconds to process what was happening. I realised the power dynamic was weighted massively in my favour. I had the status and I had the high ground in all aspects of this situation. That was potentially not fair on him, but equally, not fair is fun sometimes. I smiled at him when he finally looked at me again.

Before he could change his mind, I sank to my knees and started to suck him off. He relaxed onto his back and watched his bedroom poster give him a blow job. I stared up at him, puppy dog eyes wide open. You know all the tricks we use to add the extra innocence. I have a dick down my throat, and I am not choking on it. There is no innocence here, but these eyes would have you believe I had never done this before in my life.

I pulled him out and used my hand on him for a few seconds. "Girlfriend?" I asked him, and he shook his head. I kissed up his body to his mouth, where he kissed me back. "Boyfriend?" I questioned as our tongues twisted together as we kissed. He shook his head again, and I heard him moan into my mouth while we kissed.

"Stop means stop. If you are not comfortable, then stop stop stop," I whispered softly into his ear so no one else could hear. I pulled back and looked at him to make sure he heard that. He nodded in reply, and I grinned at him. "Wanna cum in me?" I asked out loud so everyone heard as I shifted my weight forward and against his rock-hard cock. I lined him up and sank onto him. I was not super wet, but he was not massive, and once my natural resistance crumbled, he glided into me.

"Oh FUCK!" he gasped as my warm pussy surrounded him. My eyes flashed with pleasure as he filled me as I sank onto him until I was straddling his lap, his cock as deep in me as he could be.

The audience erupted, and I gently rocked my hips back and forth on him as I really wished that I was a bit wetter. He just stared at me, his eyes wide open as I rode him. He was statue still. "You don't have to do that," James said, "That is not part of the contract."

"But I can?" I asked him.

"Oh, you can, but you don't have to," he said as he watched me have sex with Liam while a small audience, including his sister, Dad and Mum, all watched.

I rode him slowly as I expected him to cum fairly quickly if not. Again, I am just me, and I find my status more than weird, but he was fucking his bedroom poster. That is probably wet dream material for him. He started to thrust into me a little bit as I rocked forward onto him, and the audience picked up on it. He was encouraged and goaded to "Fuck her".

I just grinned at him and bit my lip playfully. "Wanna fuck me?" I teased. "Wanna go doggy? I'll cum really quick from doggy."

It was like a football crowd, only there was no game being played. He was cheered and goaded as I circled my hips on him to keep him stimulated. I would go doggy if he wanted. I would probably cum as well, and if I didn't, I would fake one for him. I saw his attention shift from me and onto the group of people who were watching him have sex. That is a big realisation when it hits you. The guys in the leagues suffer from stage fright early in their career, and it is no shame to go soft and have to stop. One great thing with being a girl I guess. Stick us on our back, add a bit of lube if needed and have fun. Nerves may make us not into it, but physically, as long as consent is gained, we can perform.

I felt him stiffen and not in a good way as the situation hit him, and I felt him get a little softer inside me. I hugged him and circled myself on him to keep him hard. All the while, the taunts and crass comments were not helping his stage fright. "That feels awesome," I whispered into his ear. "Really nice. Concentrate on me. Ignore them."

He thrust into me when I moved forward, and I felt him hug me, pulling me in closer to him, but he was concentrating more on the audience than on me. He was going to lose it. I pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. He held eye contact with me for a few seconds, but then looked at the people watching us. "No," I said, and he looked back at me again. "Look at me. Ignore them," I whispered softly to him. I leaned back so he could see my bare chest and between my legs as he disappeared inside me.

"Oh my God," he whispered as I felt his stiffness return inside me.

"Oh my God indeed," I grinned at him as I rode him a little harder. I swapped my circling to thrusting as I drove him deeper into me. He met my thrusts and pushed deeper into me. "Watch me. Ignore them," I said as I saw his eyes wander again. He stared at my chest as he drove himself into me.

I cuddled into him again as I rocked my hips on him. Selfish time. I was going to cum. I only needed a few seconds. "I am gonna cum," I whispered into his ear. "You can cum in me, no warning required," I whispered.

I leaned back and chased my orgasm. I stared at him, and he stared back at me as I climaxed on his cock. I amped it up a little bit as it took the audience's attention off him and put it onto me. His eyes were wide as he watched me cum on his cock, and as my orgasm faded, I started to give him more control to thrust in and out of me. He took over, and I let him dictate the speed. "Ignore them," I said when he got distracted again. "Cum in me," I urged.

"Fuck," he gasped, and I felt his cock pulse inside me.

"Ooo yeah," I grinned at him as I felt him cum inside me. He lost his coordination so I continued where he left off and milked him dry with my pussy. His situation hit him again, and post orgasm, he was soft in seconds. My pussy pushed him out, and I felt his load follow it. I grinned at him as I dripped nearly all of his cum back onto him. That was his problem, nothing I could do about that in this position when he goes soft that quickly. "Shower number two for me. Happy birthday," I said as I stood up off him, gave him another kiss and then went into the bathroom again.

I was allowed to wear underwear while my hair and make-up were done, and I was made to look lovely over the next 30 minutes or so. Photographs were taken for publicity, although they were tasteful and decent. It was clear I was topless, but nothing was revealed in the photos other than my bare back, a lot of chest and the brand logo of my underwear. "So, the plan. Breakfast. Meet and greet. At 11, you will check out, and you will be able to leave. You will, of course, leave naked. All of your stuff will be auto-packed for you, so you just need yourself. Questions?" I just shook my head. "Cool. You are also my bitch. Soooo..." she said as she handed me a dog tail on the end of a butt plug.

"Really?" I said as I took the tail.

"Yep, afraid so," she said with a grin. "It is self-lubricating and what is classed as invisible, so you can sit on it and it will distort so it doesn't cause you an injury."

"Awesome," I said sarcastically as I looked at the device that I was holding.

"It is also sensitive to your mood, but it does need your medical permissions," she said.

"Is it secure?" I asked.

"Yeah, top-rated security. But you do NOT have to grant permissions, I can't force that on you," she said.

"No prob," I said, "What the hell," I added with a smile as I granted permissions.

"Awesome," she said. "Oh, and lose the panties, dogs don't wear clothes."

"Some do." I retorted.

"None of mine do," she said, "Naked please."

She was fussed over, and I assume briefed on the morning. Although it would be seen as an organic morning, the timetable would be strict. She would be instructed through an earpiece, all while maintaining a pretence of a casual, unplanned breakfast meal. "You can speak, you do not need to bark. You can use the bathroom as normal, but you will eat from a bowl on the floor. You can use cutlery, but you eat and drink from a bowl. Understood?" I nodded my head. "Cool, then let's go."

She slipped the leash around my neck and tightened the anti-slip lock. She pushed it to my neck slowly. I nodded when I felt the leash tighten slightly. "And how much correction is acceptable?" she asked as she flicked the leash.

"More than that," I said, and she flicked it again a little harder. She flicked it a few more times as I said it was still okay. "Oo, less than that," I said after the final one.

"Cool, got ya," she said. "Same safe word, any reason accepted. Any time you feel uncomfortable or anything, use it. Yeah?"

"Yep," I said as I nodded my head. "Let's go," I said.

She flicked the lead, and I followed her out of the room at heel. I was wearing padded footwear, but they were far from shoes. They were just protection from any sharp objects on the floor. I also assumed, as I was allowed them, I would be going outside at some point. Other than the footwear and the leash, I was 100% naked. I am not sure what was more exposed. Walking standing up so full frontal was on show or crawling and giving the all fours angle. Both were fairly bad as options went. Also, the tail was strangely comfortable. It was not designed to be awkward or humiliating. It was actually designed to give you a tail, and it was really good. Now, don't get me wrong, I had a butt plug with a tail attached to it shoved up my ass so I could feel it was there, but it felt natural. Natural is maybe the wrong word. I am a human wearing a dog tail, so it's a bit weird. When I caught myself in reflections though, as we walked past windows, it did look awesome. Stick some ears on me, and I may have another revenue stream. I looked HOT!

She led me around like you would a dog, and I realise that is the most obvious statement in my current situation. The way she did it though was so natural. People were aware that I was there like they would be had she had a real dog, but no one really acknowledged me. A few people took advantage to stroke my head, and at one stage I was told to roll over, and someone tickled my belly. That was beyond humiliating! Especially as the tail wagged when he did it as something got stimulated. It took me a while to work out how to drink out of a dog bowl, but I did manage it. For the record, there is no dignified way to drink out of a dog bowl. Head down, ass in the air. Then try it naked with a tail butt plug shoved up your ass while surrounded by the general public with camera phones.

The tail was also so organic and realistic. With access to the data feeds from the nanite tech in my body, it translated my moods and reactions. When I saw someone I knew, it wagged. When I was nervous, it slumped between my legs and everything in between. It must have been worth thousands of credits. The quality was another level.

We headed for our breakfast at half 9 and I was led into the breakfast room. It was a much more casual affair than last night's meal had been, but that did mean that it was just a general room. We had a large table, but I did not have a space at it. I had a blanket on the floor, and so I sat on it, curled up as much as I could to hide my nudity and settled on the floor. "Good girl," Lucy said as she ruffled my hair with her fingers.

Breakfast was served, and I got to choose my own. Despite the anti-hangover drugs, I felt like death the second I smelt the food. "Can I have a sec?" I whispered, and Lucy looked down at me with questioning eyes. I used the safe word and did a fake dry heave as I was not winning this battle. I was going to throw up.

The second the safe word left my lips, she dropped the leash. Zero hesitation or questions, just released. "Yeah. As long as you need," she said. "Mila!" She shouted to where Mila was sitting as I got up and went urgently to the bathroom. Mila followed me in and was just in time to hold my hair back. I was a mess! Alcohol had been a terrible idea!

"You need to give me permission," Mila said as she showed me an injection stick. I weakly nodded my head. "Verbally," she added.

"Yeah, help," I said with a weak, pathetic smile. She grinned at me and pushed the injection against the back of my neck.

"You good?" she asked just as I heaved again. "Nope," she added with a grin and gave me another shot.

"Urgh," I said as I slumped back and sat on the floor to feel sorry for myself.

"You good?" Mila asked after a few moments.

"Yeah. I think so," I said as I stood up and washed my face at the sink. I leaned over the sink as I controlled my breathing as I felt sick again after I had stood up. "I feel like death," I said.

"Yeah, your medical feed isn't great," Mila said as she just perched on the sink next to me while I composed myself. "Dehydration mainly. You will be fine."

My stomach settled, and I waited for the last threads of nausea to fade away. "Thanks," I said.

"No worries," Mila said with a warm smile. That must be something you need to be in a medical career, or maybe it is something that is trained into you. It is instantly disarming and comforting. "You alright?" she confirmed, to which I just nodded my head.

I washed my face and took a few deep breaths. I stood up again fully and waited to see if another wave would wash over me, but I was okay again. "Would you have called that?" I asked her after I had glanced around the bathroom to make sure that we were alone.

She looked at me for a second, and I think she knew what I was referencing with that question. She clarified anyway, though. "Called what?"

"The fight," I replied.

"Officially, I can't answer that as I did not, and do not have access to your medical feeds at the time," she said.

"Unofficially. Would you have called that?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Assuming your data was clear, then no, I would not have called that," Mila said, "Lucy didn't tease you or drag it out, she finished you off quickly, and so I would have let the match run its course," she explained, which was a fair enough argument. I think after the slam into the mat, I lasted less than two minutes until I orgasmed. Lucy could have dragged that out a lot longer, as I had no fight left in me. I was at her mercy, and you could argue that she let me off lightly.

"I guess," I said.

"You disagree?" she asked, to which I just shrugged. "No one would have questioned it being called when she neck slammed you. It was clear that you were fucked. You had no idea who you were for a good few seconds after that hit. Medically clear or not, as a fellow female and in any other scenario other than these Fighting Leagues, I would have pulled you out. It was a call from your team though, and if you disagree, then that would be for you to raise with them. If Lucy had toyed with you, then 100%, I would have expected your team to have stepped in, but you were done quickly."

"Am I being overly sensitive?"

"Not if that is how you feel," she said, "It is a brutal job you do, and you need to feel protected."

That was it. In that moment, I did not feel protected. I felt that the value of me getting fucked was higher than the value of my well-being. I think that is what was unsettling me., Medically safe or not, for a few moments of that fight it was scary. I was disoriented and vulnerable. I didn't like that. It was the first time in my career that I felt I needed a safety net, and I didn't have one available to me.

"Thanks," I said and gave her a hug.

"No worries," she said. "You definitely okay?" she asked again, and I just nodded. Lucy came in, and Mila excused herself.

Lucy gave me a hug. "You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, give me a sec," I said. "A cum breakfast was a really bad idea first thing," I added with a wry smile.

"Wanna call it?" she asked. "Genuinely, we have all we need, and you have been more than a good sport. Wanna call it quits?"

I looked at her and then shook my head. "I am good," I said as I fully straightened my back and waited to see if the room was going to spin again. When it didn't, I let go of the sink and handed Lucy my leash back that was still hanging from around my neck.

"Sure?" Lucy double checked as she took the leash.

"Woof," I said with a grin. Lucy laughed as she was not expecting that as an answer. She flicked the leash, and I stepped back next to her again in 'heel' position.

"Come on then," she said as she led me back into the breakfast room.

We finished breakfast, and I picked at it at best. It was lovely, but my stomach was grumbling multiple warnings at the mere suggestion that I fill it with anything. The pace of the morning was slowed down. I thought at first it was for me, but Lucy was hardly looking healthy either. I think she was fine this morning as she was still drunk. She was rapidly sobering up, and the morning after a drinking session was hitting her like a train. I was taken on a final round of meet and greet and then led into the restroom. "Done," Lucy said as she took my leash off and let me remove the tail. They were dropped into an AI collection point, and they would be washed and returned to Lucy. I was not allowed to get dressed, but I was an equal again. We went back up to her room and made the mistake of sitting on the sofa, both of us were out like lights.

I was still naked, Lucy was fully dressed, and we just cuddled into each other. She wrapped me up in her arms and we cuddled together as we napped. I heard the camera click and just stuck my middle finger up in the general direction with my eyes still closed. "Hot, naked and sassy," James said.

"Fuck off and let us die together," Lucy mumbled.

"You are both way too valuable to die," he said. "Come on. 10:55. Up up up," he said clapping his hands together as he said the words.

After much protest we got up, and after another stimulant, I felt half alive again. "Awesome fight," Lucy said as she hugged me. "You are free to go if you wish. Your pickup should be where you were dropped off."

"Yeah, I will get you next time," I said as I hugged her back.

"Genuinely, I would love a rematch," Lucy said. "Like genuinely," She said as she looked at James.

He just shrugged. "Unlikely as they just don't generate the demand, but never say never," he mumbled while distracted by the tablet he was using. "Oh, Sophie. I need your approval for this," he said as he handed me the tablet.

It was my bar bill from the night before complete with tips and the 200 credits for the Poker game. "It is okay," I said, "I will get that. I drank it."

"On us," he said, "I insist," he added as he pushed the tablet back at me. He was not the sort of guy I would win an argument with in this state, so I just approved the request.

"Thanks," I said and handed the tablet back to him.

We both felt a lot better after our nap and I saw the mischief in Lucy's eyes. She moved to me and kissed me. Her directness took me by surprise, and it took me a second to kiss her back. Our tongues twisted together, and I felt her hands on my bum as she pulled me into her. My naked body pressed against her jeans and t-shirt, and I let her pull me against her. She gently bit my lip when she pulled away from our kiss. She dug her fingernails into the flesh of my bum and raked her fingers up my back to my shoulder blades. Her nails scratching just hard enough to feel uncomfortably nice. "It is gone 11," she said, "You can go if you want."

"Or I could stay a little longer," I said as I kissed her again. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her into me. Our embrace was as close as we could get, and our hands were all over each other. I reached down and held her tight ass through her jeans as I dug my own fingernails into her. I squeezed as hard as I could so she could feel the intention through the thick denim. I had no such barrier, and she returned the favour. I slipped my hand down the back of her jeans and squeezed her bum. She was wearing underwear, but it was a thong, and I raked my fingernails across the bare skin of her bum.

James watched for a few moments, but much to his credit, he realised that this was not a show that he was invited to watch. He excused himself, to which Lucy just grunted an acknowledgement as her tongue was currently down my throat. He set the "do not disturb" and I heard the door to the room open and then close again as he left the room. She glanced at the door and then grinned at me. We kissed again, and this time she slid her fingers down the front of my body and gently teased my pussy. I shifted my legs slightly to make the angle easier, and I felt her gently stroke me. She circled my clit and teased my entrance. I moved my hand to the front of her jeans, unzipped them and then fumbled with the button on them.

She gently took hold of my hand and stopped me. Still kissing me, she gently fingered me while we embraced. I bit her lip and fiddled with the button of her jeans again. She twisted her hips away from me to stop me from unfastening them. I tried to just push them down, but they were too fitted to slide down. I gently slipped my hand down the front of them and stroked my fingers across the soft material of her panties. She grinned at me while I teased her through the thin material. We watched each other while we fingered each other. After a few moments, I lifted her panties out of the way and, with no protest, I did to her as she was doing to me. A perfect mirror of what she was doing to me, we stared at each other while we fingered each other.

I rested my head on her shoulder as the tingling began to spread from where she was directly touching. My whole body was starting to come alive again. "That is so fucking good," I whispered. I felt her change her angle slightly, and I took the opportunity to unfasten her jeans. I released the button and assisted them in falling down. They gathered around her lower legs and ankles as jeans do, but she worked them off with her feet and legs. She opened her legs wider for me with her newly found freedom, and I penetrated her with my index finger. "Fuck yes," she breathed softly. I looked into her eyes and smiled at her. We kissed again. Using my left hand I lifted the back of her shirt. She let me pull it up, and she broke off the kiss for a second as I lifted her t-shirt off and dropped it onto the floor. I pulled out of her and added my middle finger as well. She shook her head, and I stopped. "Just one," she whispered.

"Just one?" I confirmed, and she just nodded her head. I did as she requested and gently stroked my index finger into her. She was soaking wet and easily took it inside her.

"Not as deep," she said, "I don't need it deep."

I teased and stroked the first inch of my finger inside her. Flexing at the first knuckle to press against the front of her pussy I took care to not catch her with my fingernail. "Is this why I lost?" I grinned at her. "Too deep?"

She smiled back and shook her head. "Nar, I was fucked, you just got unlucky," she replied. "Bit quicker and harder," she whispered.

I did as she was told and noticed that she was no longer fingering me. I felt her weight on me increase, and I shifted my legs to support her and myself. "I am gonna cum," she whispered. She lifted her head off my shoulder and stared into my eyes while I brought her to orgasm. She held eye contact while she climaxed. "Damn, you are good," she said as she breathed out and rested her head on my shoulder again. I could feel her pussy pulsing still as I slowed down inside her. I waited until she noticeably relaxed and gently removed my finger from her.

She regained her composure, and we kissed again. A slow, intense, tingly kiss. It was a long way from a lover's kiss, but it was more than lust-fuelled. She pulled away and grinned at me. She glanced over my shoulder and, without warning, she nudged me backwards. My legs hit the bed and I fell backwards. Panic as I fell was quickly replaced with excitement as she dropped to her knees and pushed my legs apart. She dropped her face between my legs, and I felt her tongue lick me. "Oh wow," I gasped, "Yes, please," I mumbled as she ate me.

I have no idea how she was breathing, and I frankly didn't care. The one thing sex toys are just nowhere near in sensation is being licked out. I rested my hands on the back of her head and just pushed her face into my pussy. I stared down at her, and she looked up at me. She locked eye contact, and I saw the sparkle in her eyes. I could see that she smiled even though I couldn't see her mouth as it was firmly pushed against my pussy. She licked and sucked and nibbled and got me off in about 15 seconds. I twisted my legs against her head as I climaxed. She lifted her head and grinned at me. "Girl cum is so much nicer than guy cum," she said before going down again.

"Oh my God," I gasped as I felt her tongue caress my clit again. I lost track of time and orgasms. She got me off again and again and again as she expertly chained them together as she melted my brain. My head was spinning as I just humiliated myself on her tongue as I begged her to lick me. She did, and she kept going until I twisted my legs together and forced her head away from me. "Fucking wow," I mumbled.

"Wow indeed," she giggled. She kissed my stomach and then between my breasts. She kissed my neck and then my lips. Her tongue shot into my mouth, and I tasted my own pussy juices as she hadn't swallowed them. I swallowed my own cum and kissed her back. "Dirty bitch," she giggled when she saw me swallow.

"It was probably mainly your brother anyway," I grinned.

"WRONG!" she said, but she laughed at my statement. "He did make a mess. Did any stay in you?"

I just shook my head instead of replying as our bodies pressed together with her on top of me as she let me recover my senses a little bit. I could feel she was still wearing panties as she rocked her hips against me. She sat up, straddled across me and grinned down at me. She lifted her left leg and slid her panties off that leg. She switched to her right leg and threw her panties on the floor. I stared at her pussy and then grinned at her. She smiled back at me. Did she need an invite? "Sit on my face," I said. Her eyes lit up, and I lifted my arms above my head in submission. She shuffled up my body and straddled my face with her knees either side of my head trapping my arms above my head. I stared up at her pussy and watched as she slowly lowered herself onto my tongue. I licked out at her and pushed into her as deep as I could with my tongue. I knew that was not very deep and would not actually feel that amazing. The act is sexy though, and she would know I had just pushed my tongue inside her.

She tasted awesome, and I hungrily licked her excitement out of her. She rocked her hips gently on my tongue as I laid on my back and just let her ride my face. She was in total control, and yet somehow I held all of the cards. I was fully submissive but she was 100% reliant on me complying. I just licked her. I let her control the position and how much pressure was applied by how she rode my face. I just licked her pussy and clit.

I felt her get close a couple of times, but her coordination failed her and she ruined her own orgasm. I smiled as she did it each time as I have been there so many times. It is a frustration like no other and you have no one to blame but yourself. I am fully submissive. I was on my back, and my arms were pinned by her legs. I have very little movement available to me if she decides to move out of range of my tongue while she chases orgasm. I felt her nearly climax again, and I licked her harder and a little faster. I could taste her creaming pussy as my tongue stroked across her.

"Oh my God," she growled, and I felt her shift her position slightly so she was leaning back. Her tone was not satisfaction though, it was frustration as she had just lost it again.

I laughed from underneath her as I totally related to her annoyance. "My tongue isn't 9 inches long to reach you," I said with a giggle.

"Well, it fucking should be," she spat back as she repositioned above my tongue again.

"If I had a 9-inch long tongue, I would not be in the Fighting Leagues, I would just be in the porn industry. And I would be very popular with the ladies," I replied, and she laughed.

"That is very true," she said as she looked down at me. That is a sexy angle. For her, me and anyone watching as well. Her looking down at me as she controls me, and me staring up at her, my mouth just a few inches away from her pussy and clit.

"Give me my arms back," I said and wriggled my arms against the inside of her knees that were on either side of my head. My arms were trapped above my head and of no use to either of us. She looked down at me and lifted her knees off the bed using a combination of her feet and her hands. I moved my arms back down my side and wrapped them around her thighs. Even though I was the submissive, I had control now.

I let her ride my face again, and I licked at her while she did so. Only this time, when she started to lose her coordination with the sensations between her legs, I tightened my hold on her thighs and held her in place. Whereas before she could accidentally move out of range, this time I just held her in place while I took over and ate her. "Fuck," she said, but it was almost a squeal more than words. I could feel her entire body starting to tremble as she neared her orgasm. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. OH FUCK!" she screamed as I tasted her orgasm. That was so loud. Her neighbours heard that, and I just smiled to myself.

When she was done, I relaxed my arms around her thighs, and she lifted off my face. She stared down at me, and I am not sure what the expression was that was written all over her face. I just grinned up at her. "Fuuuuuuuck. That was good," she whispered softly from above me.

"Loud as well," I grinned back up at her, "You are a screamer."

"Hahah, yeah, I am," she said, "Oops."

She lifted herself up off me, but she just turned around 180 degrees. I felt her tongue between my legs before I really realised what she was doing. She switched to 69 and licked me. I cautiously flicked my tongue at her pussy as I was not sure if she was too sensitive or not. That was a big orgasm. She shuddered a little when my tongue touched her clit, but she settled back over me and we ate each other in 69. Neither of us needed an orgasm, so it was just pure intimacy. It was the discovery of each other's bodies as we slowly licked each other.

After a few minutes and way too early in my opinion, she lifted off me and stretched her right leg out behind her. "Cramp," she said, "Hahaha. Sorry," she added when she saw my frustrated expression.

She lost the battle with cramp and got up off the bed to stretch the muscles in the back of her leg while comedically hopping around the room as her hamstring cramped fully. I rolled onto my side and then got off the bed. I went to the bathroom and had a quick body wash. I was, of course still not allowed clothes, so I went back into the bedroom naked. She was already dressed and just sat on the bed. "That was fucking awesome," she said, and we hugged. I knew she didn't mean the sex we had just had. Okay, that was fairly awesome as well, but she meant the whole event. It had been. I had had my ass kicked and humiliated, but it had been awesome. We had instant chemistry, and that came through during our interactions.

I was so tired, and now that the adrenaline had left my system, I was pretty much out on my feet. She was like I was looking into a mirror as we both just stared at each other wishing we were in bed and asleep. We laughed as we came to the same conclusion at the same time. "Sorry, but you have a naked walk to do," she said.

"I know," I replied. "And I assume my route has been advertised."

"Oooo yeah," she said with a broad grin.

"We done?" I asked, and she nodded her head. "Well, thank you for knocking and then fucking the sense out of me. Weirdly, I enjoyed it."

We hugged again, and I left her room. Head high. Normal walk. Do not acknowledge your nudity. I headed to the elevators and then down to reception. I walked through it like I owned the place. My nudity was second to my confidence. The door guy nodded his head and opened the door for me. I thanked him and walked through the car park towards where I had been dropped off. I was afraid that it would not be there, but it was. As I got close, the door popped open and I got inside. The door was closed behind me, and behind privacy glass, I was wrapped in a blanket.

Apart from that last sex between Lucy and me my team would know how my evening and morning had been. Very few words were exchanged. I just curled up on the seat and cuddled into whichever shoulder was next to me. It was not Rachel, as it was too muscled, but it was comfortable. I closed my eyes and slept.

I was woken up at the train station and did another nude walk from the car to the platform. When the train arrived, we had our own carriage and as soon as I was in it, I found a window seat, rested my head on the window and fell asleep. I felt a blanket get laid across me, but I was out like a light. I was exhausted, and that was the end of my day. It was 13:00. Exactly 24 hours had passed from our fight the day before, and I was done. The next time I would be of any use to anyone would be the next day. I just curled up and was fast asleep. Lucy sent me a thank you and also her personal contact details. Not her business ones. Her actual private mobile number. I replied to the message with my own private contact details. Even if I didn't meet her again professionally, I wanted to keep in touch. She was one of those girls who was in the instant friend category.

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AI disclaimer:

The Poker game final hand and winnings breakdown were provided by AI due to me not understanding the rules of that game in that much detail.

Nothing else was AI generated.