Virtua Fighter: How She Gets Her Kicks
Chapter 2: Opening Round
It's the day of her match with Sarah, but Pai really got out of the wrong side of bed... Will she recover her focus and triumph, or is she doomed to be dominated?
Author's Note: This is the second chapter of a continuing three-part romantic story, and it is recommended that readers begin with the first. This story involves young queer women interested in various kinks including watersports, scatology, rough sex and race play. If that sounds all a bit too much for you, never fear: the back button is just one click away!
In case readers are not familiar with the characters in this story, Pai Chan is a 19 year old martial arts movie star from Hong Kong, and Sarah Bryant is a 21 year old college student from the United States. All characters appearing in this story are over 18.
***
Pai Chan splashed cold water on her face, then stuck her mouth under the tap, filled her cheeks out with it, swilled it around and spat it back into the sink. She had done this three times while panicking back in her hotel room, a good half a dozen out of the window of the taxi after taking her bottle of mouthwash with her, and was already leaning into the sink for one last run here. Paranoia was something she struggled with at the best of times, and times had certainly been better than waking up covered in her own shit and blood on the morning of an international exhibition fight, and then realizing that she had slept through her alarm.
The door of the VIP washroom opened as her face was back in the sink for the fourth time, and she heard hard heels clack pass her towards the stalls; must be support staff, wearing something like those to a prize fight, she thought.
The footsteps stopped before reaching a stall, and she heard a husky, confident but somehow soothing voice ask, "Are you alright there, honey?"
Pai lifted her face up and saw behind her, through the mirror, a blonde, ponytailed woman with strikingly beautiful features: pale skin, full red lips, with soft, sapphire eyes shining out from her chiseled face. Her figure was slim, yet her tight navy bodysuit and black, stiletto boots emphasized an ample fullness around her breasts and hips. It was like seeing an image step out of a movie - or a dream - into reality.
Pai spun around nervously: "Yes, of course, just...just, getting myself a bit wet here. I mean my face. Getting my face wet. Nothing else on me is wet. Of course. Haha!"
The gorgeous woman walked up to her and took one of her hands into a firm handshake. It was perhaps more formal a touch than what Pai was starting to really, really want right now, but a touch that was electrifying nonetheless.
"Hi, I'm Sarah Bryant!" she announced, telling Pai nothing she didn't already know after last night, but somehow setting her pulse racing.
"I'm...Pai Chan...?" Pai gasped, inordinately proud that she had managed to remember her own name.
"Delighted to finally meet you, sweetie," Sarah beamed. "I'll be, or rather, I'll have the *honor* of being your..." Sarah trailed off in mid-sentence, wrinkling her nose and looking around with a strange expression of slight confusion, or perhaps mild disgust.
Pai really hoped that Sarah would regain her train of thought and continue explaining her role soon, because all sorts of weird and inappropriate suggestions seemed to be swelling in her mind and struggling to escape her throat. She really didn't know how long she could hold them back for.
"...I'll be your opponent today," was the statement Sarah rescued her with. She then put a hand over the side of her mouth, and half-whispered, "You know, I don't think they do a very good job of cleaning this place sometimes."
Pai felt herself blush almost painfully hard. She nodded her head along robotically.
"Anyway," Sarah continued warmly, "I am *so* glad you made it! When they said were held up this morning, I was just *so* worried..."
"Very sorry!" Pai blurted out, so pleased that the topic of conversation had moved on, and eager to keep it on safe ground. "The traffic in this city is bloody awful, isn't it?"
"...oh!" exclaimed Sarah. "They told me there was a train accident..."
"No...I mean, YES," Pai cringed. That *was* the excuse she had made, wasn't it? "Bloody awful...train traffic...this morning. I do apologize, my English is very bad. Absolutely terrible, as a matter of fact."
As a matter of fact, it was absolutely not.
"Really? I thought it was excellent in Kung-fu Kitty IV and Hong Kong Dirty Cop Gal," Sarah responded with a puzzled air. "And I just have to say, I *love* those movies, absolutely *love* them."
"...they show those films in America?" questioned Pai, finally justified in being flabbergasted.
"Well, hun, my Blu-ray collection is rather...let's just say, *esoteric*. But *I* think your performances are just marvelous, *really*, they are. *So* natural." At least Sarah was smiling again. No wonder she was so friendly before.
"Oh...oh, thank-you kindly! But my English there, well, that's just because, well, they dub it! I mean, dub it w-with my voice, but, um...they tell me what to say! Yes, you see there's this thing called a 'script' for these films and...I mean, I don't really understand what's *in* it, I just, you know, 'read dem words'! Hahahah!" Pai prattled on, praying that something, anything would come along and save her from this disaster of a conversation.
The first warning bell for the match rang out, loud and clear.
"I'd *love* to chat some more, hun, but..." Sarah clacked her tongue and winked. "Don't wanna be late on our big day, do we?"
"No!" gasped Pai. There were only two stalls, so she dashed past Sarah and the one she was going to use to the far end.
"Pai," Sarah called out after her. "You might want to use this one. The other...well, like I said before: the maintenance here isn't the best."
Pai, already pulling open the door in her panic, was shocked to see there was no lavatory inside, only a few cut off pipes at the far end of the stall where it seemed to have been removed from the cubicle.
"See you in the ring, honey," Sarah said, giving her a little wave.
"D-Don't you need to...um...*go*?" Pai put her fingers over her mouth, and then felt some gladness in an embarrassment that helped disguise some of the darker, stranger emotions Sarah had aroused in her.
The amiable blonde brushed her hand through the air dismissively and flicked her hair. "Don't you worry, hun... I'll find some place to go later."
Sarah blew her a kiss before exiting. For the few minutes Pai spent sitting in that stall, head in hands, before the final bell, her little heart was pumping like it never had before.
***
The dojo for their fight was small and tidy, the judge, camera crew and other staff members that Pai had awkwardly apologized to for her delayed appearance tucked away from her and Sarah's mat so that they wouldn't appear on the fight replays.
They were informed that the camera had started rolling, and they had a few moments before the judge would call the first round to make their formal introductions.
Pai bowed deeply towards Sarah in her teal and gold miniskirted qipao, before drawing her hands together in a fighting stance.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
Sarah raised her right leg, preparing a stance in her own style. Jeet Kune Do, Pai remembered from last night, trying not to remember anything else from last night, not to stare at Sarah's leg like *that*.
"You'll enjoy this, trust me!" the blonde said, smiling confidently.
Pai swallowed, and tried her hardest to feel very normal feelings.
***
"FIGHT ONE!"
As time began, Sarah immediately came at her, the blonde's fists leading and continuing into a swirling series of high kicks and knee jabs. Pai was still unprepared, emotionally, to shift her thoughts about her opponent to the professional, and found herself on the defensive; it was all she could do to deflect most of the oncoming rain of blows until she could find an opening.
Sarah's flamingo form, though, had too much coverage, too much intensity. It was, Pai realized - and her throat swallowed again as even the stray thought flew into her mind - too dominant. Her limbs quivered a little for reasons beyond merely the physical impact of her opponent's hits. Her face flushed with a strange sweat that was not purely the result of her exertion. The thought repeated itself, insistently: Sarah was *dominating* her. Against a woman like this, so strong, so vital, shouldn't she simply *submit*?
Pai shook her head, trying to fight back against both her opponent and this awful, degenerate voice inside her. She even managed to land a few quick blows on the blonde martial artist. Still, she could not chain those hits into a renkan. Sarah would simply turn them away or sidestep after the initial hit, before launching brutal counter attacks that sent her powerful knees and heels crashing hard into Pai's flesh.
Once more, Pai tried to re-engage her foe. She drew in her breath and launched into a string of punches and kicks. But as she raised her legs for the final blow, she came to the panicked realization that the Jeet Kune Do master had again evaded her.
"Nice try, sweetie!" she heard as she felt Sarah's warm, muscular arms squeeze around her torso from behind. The next thing she felt was a sickening sense of vertigo as she was pulled through a 180 degree backdrop.
"K.O.!"
She heard the judge call the round in Sarah's favor as their two hot, sweaty bodies collapsed onto the mat together. Pai didn't know what was more humiliating: losing the round so thoroughly, or the fact she could now feel a very distinct wet sensation in her panties.
Sarah got up excitedly to perform a victory pose, as was her right for winning the first round. The blonde girl kicked the air and blew a kiss down at Pai, who was almost perversely enjoying the spectacle, right up until the moment that Sarah had to go and ruin it.
"Better run home to momma, now!" she yelled.
Pai, still lying on the mat, stared up at her as her dazed expression hardened into a frown.
"My mum...died when I was thirteen," she hissed coldly through pursed lips.
Sarah dropped her pose.
