I leave Stephanie
sleeping soundly in her bed and slip out into the morning sunshine. It is a perfect spring morning. The sun is shining and the birds are chirping
as I make my way over to Alice n Mel’s for my usual breakfast fare. It is, as usual, delicious. Doctor Green suggests we start our day off at
Daisy Duke’s, which is only a couple blocks away so off we go. They are of
course quite pleased to see me, and soon my entourage of female fight
spectators have filed up the small fighting venue, in anticipation of some good
fights.
“LADIES AND
ISHMAEL! WELCOME TO DAISY DUKE’S!” A roar of approval goes up from the anxious
spectators crammed into the area around the well lit fighting ring.
“NOW APPROACHING THE
RING…IN THE BLUE AND RED STRIPED PANTIES…CHRISSY!”
The young perky
brunette trots down the small aisle towards the ring and beams with excitement when
she sees me sitting in my ringside seat.
She hops into my lap and grinds against me, her hardened nipples
scraping across my chest.
“YOU CAME TO WATCH
ME WIN ANOTHER FIGHT!” She squeals with delight
as we make out to the cheers of the spectators.
The freckle faces fighter has indeed
been on a winning streak of late, having cruelly dispatched her last three
opponents in good measure. She dismounts
me and hops into the ring, going to her corner.
“CHRISSY IS 18 YEARS
OLD! HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 23 WINS…12
LOSSES…AND 2 KILLS!”
Chrissy leans into
her corner and stretches out against the ropes.
“AND NOW…APPROACHING
THE RING….IN THE GREEN PANTIES….JILL!”
Another cheer goes
up from the crowd and my own excitement level is peaked. I have yet to see these two fight, but it should
be a really good match up. The blonde
fighter quickly akes her way over to me and climbs into my lap just as Chrissy
did a few seconds ago.
“I’m going to WASTE
that little prissy whore!” She hisses as
she grinds her crotch up and down against the tightening crotch of my
pants. Right as I am about to shoot a
load into my underwear, she dismounts and climbs into the ring, going to her
corner. The two young women glare at each other.
“JILL IS 19 YEARS
OLD! HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 37 WINS…17
LOSSES…AND 4 KILLS!”
The tension mounts
as everyone waits for the bell to be rung.
DING! DING! DING!
