Fuck yeah, our games can get intense. You need those nets given what’s about to happen.
But the only thing that I can think about as Lily slowly slips off those high heels is how I want her to be happy. I want her to be comfortable and at ease, even during this incredible moment.
She shoots me a nervous look and as always, the world disappears until it’s only the two of us in a mind-meld, looking at each other through a narrow tunnel.
Relax sweetheart, I mouth. Everything’s going to be okay.
Lily smiles immediately, relief flooding her form. Hell yeah, she’s so responsive. But I can’t blame her for being nervous either because who wouldn’t be? There are bright lights all around and a dozen guys or so watching from the corners of their eyes. They’ll be scrutinizing us even more closely in a few moments, watching as I seize handfuls of tit before slowly spreading her thighs apart for the best ride of her life.
But right now, it’s just me and the girl, and I will her to let go of the stress. She smiles sweetly at me, nodding subtly, and suddenly the bell rings.
Ding, ding, ding!
The match is on.
Lily’s eyes grow wide as I dip my hands into a small platter of oil. Hell yeah, we’re doing this slippery and slick, and my first goal is to get her lubed up all over so that those curves gleam under the spotlight.
“Come here,” I say, as the guys draw closer, leaning forwards in their chairs. “Come to Daddy.”
She’s still like a doe, eyes wide, breasts heaving.
“Come here,” I command again, and slowly, we begin to circle each other.
Oh, she’s good. Some girls can’t even move when they’re brought into the ring, they’re so frightened. But Lily’s a natural, and she’s agile on her feet, thinking like a champion. She steps right and then left, her fists slightly raised, hands open like I taught her. Good girl.
Slowly, I circle her, my muscled body already oiled and gleaming from my pre-fight routine. Coconut oil is my favorite but recently, I’ve been using some all-natural stuff that has no scent. Lily’s eyes grow wide, seeing my hands slick and ready, the palms gleaming.
“Shaft,” she pants slightly, big boobs heaving. “Shaft.”
I nod, my eyes gleaming.
“Let’s wrestle sweetheart. Let’s give ‘em something to remember.”
But before I’ve even finished the sentence, she’s feinted left. The brunette ducks towards my right side, head down, trying to grab my calf and bring me down.
Oof! Shit, that was close.
I dance backwards and out of her grasp.
“Sweetheart, you’re aggressive, aren’t you? I didn’t expect that,” is my low murmur.
Meanwhile, behind me, one of my buddies calls out.
“She almost got you there, Shafty! You better be careful!”
Fuck you, Roman. You’re no better when you’re in the ring. But growling, I lower my head, eyes determined. Without any hesitation, I lunge forwards, seizing Lily around that narrow waist in an effort to pin her to the mat.
But it doesn’t work. My hands are so slippery from goop that she squirms right out of my grasp, oily handprints leaving slick tracks on her waist. Oh shit, her skin looks beautiful like that and I desperately want to get all of her lubed up and ready. But instead, my little girl has taken “Float like a butterfly and sting like a bee” literally because she’s light on her feet, staring at my core as I advance once more.
“Slowly sweetheart,” is my soothing murmur. “We’ll go about this the right way.”
But instead, she grabs my arm in a swift movement and twists it behind my torso until it’s pulled back and immobile. What the fuck? How can this tiny girl be showing me who’s boss in the ring?
A guy in the front row caws happily.
“Yo yo yo, you’re getting’ your ass beat Shaft!”
Shut up. Just shut the fuck up. And using pure muscle, I lean forwards, my arm still in Lily’s grasp. She’s literally lifted off her feet from the effort and with a sudden whump! I slam her to the mat in front of me, the girl landing on her back with a surprised gasp.
But before she can scramble to her feet, I’m on her once more, my hands all over those soft limbs.
“Fuck it,” I say hoarsely. “I’m getting you oiled up.”
Because that’s the first rule of Battle Bang. Obviously, the guys are about a hundred pounds more than our opponents. So to prolong the match, the first step is to oil up the females in the ring, and I’m doing that right now.
This time, I’m able to get big handfuls of boobie, trailing my fingers over her nipples so that they gleam, the sides of her girls getting slick and oily. Perfect. She’s struggling beneath me, gasping slightly as her feet kick.
“No kicking,” I say roughly. “Hold still.”