Quinn called out "Cassandra! Jack! You're up."
"Well, I guess it's my turn," Cassandra said, as she dropped her robe and walked into the ring.
The first thing one noticed about Cassandra was her beautiful, lithe physique. Standing 5'8" with long, toned legs and arms, her body was a work of art, a dancer's body. Being enamored with the art of movement, Cassandra exuded grace and poise, her every step and gesture ensnaring the attention of anyone who had the pleasure of watching her. Her face was equally captivating, with big, almond-shaped eyes and full lips that were made for kissing.
Unlike the competitors before her today, who may have had significant martial arts experience, she was an experienced sexfighter, and it showed in her confident attitude. Having fought many battles in the arena, she was an expert in the arts of seduction and domination, and she had no intention of losing this match. She was in her element, focused and ready to win, thinking of nothing but the match at hand. She shook herself out to loosen up as she readied herself for battle.
She wore a revealing, yet classy outfit, a black leather bustier matched with a tight, leather miniskirt and black choker. Her dark hair was pulled back in a high ponytail. She perfectly combined sexy and strong, and she knew it, her body language speaking volumes as she stepped into the ring.
Jack stood tall and imposing in the light, looking every bit the hero that his fraternity needed. He was muscular, with broad shoulders and a defined chest. His hair was a wild, dark brown, and his blue eyes shone with focus.
He knew this was going to be a true test of his skill, and he was determined to make his fraternity proud. Jack had always been a thrill-seeker, a daredevil of sorts, and this was the ultimate challenge--a sex fighting tournament against a rival sorority! Who would have guessed this would have been possible?
He had watched the previous matches, and, if he was honest with himself, some of them were intimidating. But he felt he could have taken most of them... maybe not Lisa, he admitted; that was pretty scary. But they couldn't all be that strong, and he was confident he could at least bring the score back up a few points, and he was ready to fight.
Little did he know they'd saved their strongest competitors for the end of the lineup.
Cassandra stood in the corner, eyes closed, waiting for the round to start, when she felt a presence by her side. She didn't have to open her eyes to know it was Katherine. They had been best friends ever since they met before Cassandra's first match. That night had been Katherine's first match too; they were both fresh out of high school, and they both needed money badly because of their home situations. They quickly bonded, supporting each other as they sharpened their skills and improved in the ring.
They had helped each other so many times Cassandra had lost count. Cassandra had taught Katherine seduction techniques, Katherine had taught Cassandra mental strength and emotional stability. Katherine had convinced Cassandra to go to college with her after they had earned money for a year in the league. Cassandra had brought her in to the Gamma Epsilons, giving her the chance to form her first real group of friends. For over three years they practiced and trained together, growing from shy, scared novices to two of the top contenders in their league. She trusted Katherine with her life, and she knew Katherine felt the same.
Cassandra, eyes still closed, smiled warmly. "Here to give me advice on this guy?"
"Nah, you're going to wipe the floor with him. Just wanted to stand next to my soul sister. It's not fair for you to support everyone and not have any support yourself." Katherine said, stepping closer to Cassandra. "I like the outfit; is it new?"
"Yeah, I bought something new for this competition... it feels special to me."
"He should feel honored. Not that he'll realize it." Katherine laughed. "When you think about how much money we make in a match, these guys don't seem worth it."
"Yeah, but our sisters are," Cassandra murmured.
"Yeah, they are." Katherine replied. She glanced at Quinn, who seemed to be getting ready to start the match, and took Cassandra's hand and squeezed it. "You're up, my Lady of Mayhem. He won't know what hit him."
Cassandra opened her eyes and looked at her friend, and in a practiced gesture, lifted her hand, gave her a theatrical curtsy, and completed the ritual between them. "No, my Lady of Chaos. He'll know that *I* hit him."
Quinn blew the whistle to start the round, and Jack approached the middle of the ring cautiously, while Cassandra stepped into the middle of the ring with an aura of confidence. Her hips moved in rhythm to her own music, swaying hypnotically
Jack was immediately taken aback by the sensual nature of Cassandra's walk, and taken aback by the feeling of her presence. She had a presence about her that he hadn't expected, a raw sexuality that was so unlike the other women who had fought today. It felt like Lisa's presence, but for sex. He stared at her, watching the way her body moved, entranced. He tried to shake it off. "I have to focus on the match", he thought, "I can't let her intimidate me."
Cassandra slowly glided towards Jack. He was hopelessly transfixed by her figure, and she knew it, a sly smile stretching across her face. Cassandra burned holes into him with her gaze. There was no mistaking the eroticism radiating from her; it was both inviting and terrifying, creating within Jack a storm of conflicting desire.
She began to circle Jack, her body swaying in a hypnotic rhythm, her fingers slowly running over her body. "I'm aching to fuck you, Jack. I can't wait to make you scream my name. To beg me for release."
Jack felt himself trembling with desire as her words hung in the air. He wanted to fight. He knew he could take her in a fight, but the more she spoke, the more he felt his willpower draining away. The desire was almost overwhelming. It was only when she stopped in front of him and looked deep into his eyes that Jack finally snapped out of his trance.
"No!" he said to himself firmly, shaking his head. "I'm here to fight." He clenched his fists and drew back and swung. But Cassandra had anticipated his attack and, with a dancer's grace, she easily twirled to the side. He tried again, sending a devastating body blow towards her abs, but laughing she swayed her body out of the way, stroking his side with a light, deft touch. He jumped back, as if struck by an electric shock.
Cassandra smirked and circled him again. "Come now Jack," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction, "there's no need for all that. All you have to do is tell me what you want." She continued taunting him as he tried to regain his focus, attacking her several more times in quick succession. But each time, Cassandra effortlessly avoided his attacks.
"What do I want? I want to fuck you into the mat until you scream my name," He thought. He had never felt this aroused in his life. His heart thundered in his chest and his breath came in quick gasps as he imagined tearing off her clothing and ravishing her body. He was caught between two competing urges: his mind telling him to fight for the win, while his body screamed at him to fuck this woman right here and now. But before he could act, she advanced on him, a sly smile playing on her lips as if she could read his inner struggle.