Good fitting jeans, a t-shirt that’s made to show off my upper body, and a once over on my goatee, and I am ready. I may not be the biggest playboy out there, but I sure as fuck try to be. I’m going to try to get me a girl tonight. It’s time to get her out of my thoughts, and my cock into a nice little pussy. I need to feel my cum erupting into something nice and tight.
Pulling into the arena’s parking lot, we drive straight into the VIP area and hop out. I see a bunch of local celebs, a few other fighters, and even a couple of minor movie stars. On the champion fight night this place will be packed with movie and sports stars all coming to see me kick the fuck out of Charlie.
I make my way into the arena, taking a seat in the crowd, and directly across from me I see Charlie smiling for the camera in his face. He throws a couple jabs and talks a bit of smack, but the crowd is so damn loud I don’t think the mic can catch what he’s saying. A camera is pretty quick though to get to my spot when they spot me, and I can just guarantee they have us put up side by side on a split screen.
I wink to the camera and give ‘em what I like to call the time to fuck smile.
The first fight goes pretty quick and I’m impressed with how quick the winner, Jacob Chalmers, works his way in and submits his opponent.
It’s during the second round that I see something that has my cock ready to get as hard as fucking possible, and also makes my fucking stomach drop li
ke a goddamn rock. I stare hard as I see Mandy starting her slow, strutting walk around the cage, and she’s coming closer to me every fucking second.
And holy fuck, she has filled out in all the right fucking spots.
I mean filled out in the way that makes me want to try to break her hip by fucking her as hard as possible. She is tight in the stomach and has definitely grown in the breast department, and those fuckers are all natural, sitting firmly on her chest.
As she looks at me, her smile falters for a millisecond, and then she is past me, her tight ass swinging back and forth in the most perfectly formed bubble butt I have ever seen.
She walks all the way around the ring before taking a seat close to where Charlie is positioned, and I swear I am going to fucking take his goddamn head off.
I stand between the rounds after she makes a second go around, and walk over to her. I may not be the champion, but when I see Charlie making moves on my fucking turf I feel like I am going to murder him, and piss all over her to mark her as mine like some fucking dog does to a tree.
I walk right to her, and without any fuckin’ qualms I stand between the two and wag my finger under Charlie’s nose.
“Mine fuckstick. Go fuck one of your diseased groupies.”
I know the cameras don’t get to us in time to work out my words, but everyone in the crowd is cheering as they see security guards instantly getting in between us, keeping us from starting our bout right then and there.
Mandy
While we sat cage side, waiting for our turn to walk, the other ring girls and I gossiped. The girls had no qualms about sharing anything and everything with me, even with me being the new girl. Twenty minutes in and I knew almost all the dirty secrets about the fighter’s and their sex lives, which was not what I’m usually interested in but it helped past the time.
It just really sucked when they started talking about Brett and all his conquests.
Apparently Brett has quite a reputation with the ladies that began before he even started working towards the Championship in his weight class. From the way the girls talk about him, it’s only a matter of time before he sets his eyes on me. And according to them, the guy will hump anything with boobs.
As if just talking about him causes him to manifest, when it’s my turn to walk, my gaze collides with Brett and I nearly trip my first time around the cage.
I feel like jumping out of my skin when I smile at the crowd and find Brett’s honey eyes blazing right back at me.
He doesn’t look pissed though, which is just a little surprising after how he treated me at the restaurant. No, I know that intense look on his face. He is leaning forward, bracing his elbows on his knees while his lids grow heavy and his hot gaze scorches me from head to toe.
He doesn’t look angry to see me, if anything he looks… hungry. Like all those times he pushed me back on the hood of his mom’s Volvo and licked me until I screamed. It leaves me feeling shaken and a little pissed off, especially after our last encounter. Does Brett still hate me or does he want to fuck me?
Or does he want to do both?
I wish I didn’t even care…
“Mandy? Is that your name?” a husky voice says from behind me as I narrow my eyes and try to glare through the cage after taking my seat.
“Yeah?” I say and turn slightly to see who is talking to me. The prettiest green eyes glitter back at me. Well, not the prettiest eyes but almost as pretty.
“I’m Charlie,” the guy says and I can instantly tell he’s a fighter just by looking at him. He’s big and beefy with his dark t-shirt stretched so tight across his shoulders and biceps he should probably go up a size. His face is nice, he has a strong jaw with just a slight scruff of blonde facial hair to match the blonde buzz on top.
Charlie holds his hand out to me and his lips stretch into a grin as I place my hand in his. His fingers are thick and strong as they wrap around mine and he gently shakes my hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Ditto,” I smile and ease my hand back. I turn back around only to stiffen my spine when I sense him leaning close again.