(Trish’s Bedroom)
Trish’s victory over
Jacquelyn was the last bout of the day at The Mat Room, and when the spunky
young fighter walks out of the fighting chamber
(while her vanquished foe is dragged out by the ankles) she collapses
into my arms, pressing her crotch against mine while suckling at my neck with
her full red lips. My pants
tighten. I feel her hardened nipples scraping up and
down across my chest as she gasps for breath.
She proved herself to be the superior woman tonight, but she is wounded
and exhausted. I help her walk out of
the venue.
“Help me get to a med
booth, baby,” she says and I walk her towards the closest one. To me they look like the ancient phone booths
they used to use back in the 20th century, but these are truly a
wonder of modern science. In the time it
would take to microwave a sandwich back in the so called Days of Yore” as
Doctor Green always calls them, a girl can stop excessive bleeding, reduce bruising and
swelling by about 75%, practically eliminate black eyes, and substantially
reduce pain , especially in places where it counts for victorious and horny
fighters who want to go home with their trophy fucks. There are some limitations to what the self
med stations can do. By penalty of imprisonment
of all parties involved, an unconscious girl can NOT be put into a self med
booth. Self Med Booths are there for use by the winners of fights, not the
losers. Ay fighter who can get herself
into one can fix herself up quite a bit after a brutal fight.
The other limitation
is the self med booths can not mend broken bones. Minor tissue repair is about the best they
can handle.
Trish spends about 3
minutes inside the Self Med Booth, which is a pretty long amount of time and would
cost her plenty of credits, but as she is my girlfriend for the night, she gets
the services of the self med booth for free, jus tone of the many courtesies
being presented to me as the resident sex slave.
She looks much more
energetic when she steps out of the booth, and much of the bruising is
gone. Her breasts, which took a serious
mangling, are still a little pink, as is the side of her face, but otherwise
you could barely tell she was ever in a battle.
She takes my hand and we head to her apartment, which is just a couple
blocks away.
Before we enter she
turns on the red light, which does not surprise me. She just LOVES to fight, and I have a feeling
I know who’s going to show up.
We walk straight
into her bedroom and start making out.
She climbs on top of me and dry humps me while I feel the outline of her
cotton panties stretching out across her butt, and then I see the door open and
Harmony walks into the room, letting the door slam behind her.
“THAT’S MY MAN YOU
SKANK!” She howls at Trish. She is clearly jealous that I went home with
someone else after she herself won a fight earlier tonight against Ashley.
“YOU JUST WALKED
INTO THE WRONG BEDROOM.” Trish announces
as she slides down the bed. She stands
up and adjusts the waistband of her panties as she takes a step towards
Harmony, who takes a step forward as well.
“I’M ABOUT TO FUCK
YOU UP WHORE!” Harmony howls as she
marches straight toward Trish. Trish
calmly adjusts her panties as she walks towards her challenger.
“HMPH!” She snarls.
Harmony raises her
fists.
Like a bolt of lightning Trish darts forward and slams her knuckles straight down the bridge of Harmony’s nose, spraying the air with blood!
Trish is winding up for another punch but Harmony lunges forward and grabs her around the waist, pulling her in close. Trish is taken off guard and lets out a surprised grunt.
She quickly lifts a
knee up into Harmony’s belly
THUD!!!
Harmony drops to her
hands and knees in front of her foe. I
hope this fight isn’t going to be a quick beat down. I love to watch Harmony fight. (Though I am
supposed to be neutral, I am secretly hoping she wins.)
Trish gives me a
quick glance back while Harmony seems already stunned.
“I thought this
bitch was supposed to be able to FIGHT?”
She says, clearly unimpressed by the younger woman.
Before she returns
her attention to the fight, Harmony scampers forward and punches her right in
the bridge of the crotch!
THUD!!!
Trish sprays a fine
mist of crimson up into the air as she is taken by surprise. I KNEW this fight wouldn’t be over so
quick!
The pig tailed
bedroom brawler drops to her side and lets out an agonized moan of pain. Harmony watches her closely stays crouched
down on her haunches, wide eyes staring at her foe. She starts to move towards the injured girl,
but hesitates, perhaps a split second too long.
Harmony’s wide blue
eyes betray a small amount of fear as Trish warily rolls up into a crawling position. Harmony drops to her butt and scoots back a
few inches as Trish slowly and cautiously approaches. They both breath heavily. Neither of them expected this to be a tough
battle, it would seem. The tension in
the room is palpable.
For a moment I think
they are going to begin circling, but then they both rear up on their haunches
and quickly move towards each other.
They simultaneously punch each other in the face and a little more blood sprinkles the air.
Trish NAILS Harmony
with a nasty punch in the gut. The dark
haired girl looks hurt and starts to double over.
