After I wrote the original chapters to this story, I wrote a few epilogues for a few of the characters that grabbed me while I was writing it. I decided I would upload these as I touch up the next series I want to upload.
As a warning, most of these epilogues are closer to romance than the fetish/sexfighting in the previous chapters.
With that said, please enjoy.
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Steve sat in the bedroom of his suite at the fraternity in a fraternity t-shirt and shorts. The room was well decorated, with oak doors and furniture. His living area had two couches for three, a fully stocked fridge, and an impressive flat-screen television. He usually used the living area as a space to hold meetings, play video games with his brothers, or just relax.
His bedroom was simple, featuring a king-sized bed and his computer desk, perfect for studying or doing work. He had a small bathroom attached to the bedroom, with just a sink, a toilet, and a walk-in shower.
Both his rooms were immaculate; he felt that keeping his room clean was a sign of respect for the house, and put forth the right attitude when he held meetings.
Steve sat at his computer, staring at the screen, but not really seeing it. He had just finished writing the Kappa's formal apology for the events that lead up to the competition earlier that day, and he was lost in thought.
He closed his eyes and replayed his fight with Kayla once again. The feel, look, and touch of her body. The way she had taken complete control of him in every round. But then there was the way she had lost control in the first round, her moans and whispers filling his ears as he drove her to the brink. Why did she lose control?
If it were just the wrestling match, he thought, there wouldn't have been much to think about. Yes, her physical and sexual prowess were amazing, but the way she led her sorority also impressed him. She had a strong, uncompromising personality and a commanding presence, but still cared deeply for her sisters, sought their opinions, applied their feedback. And, if he was being honest with himself, she had played him like a fiddle. She had led him into a competition that he thought the Kappas would win easily, but her team had destroyed easily them. Her strategy was better. She had a brilliant mind.
Then he remembered the feeling of her smooth legs wrapped around his body as she rhythmically stroked him off with her calves. Ok, he was impressed by her body and sexuality too.
The problem was what to do about it. If it were any other woman he felt this strongly about, he would have asked her out on a date; he was no stranger to asking women out, and he wasn't afraid of getting rejected. But considering the way he had treated her after his brothers got her drunk at the house party, it didn't seem right for him to express his feelings. He didn't want to lay that burden on her.
He sighed and opened his eyes. He looked to his bedside and looked at the clock... 11:38pm. It had been a long day. He should get some sleep, he thought. Maybe things will be clearer in the morning.
As he stood up to get ready for bed, he heard a gentle knocking sound coming from his front door. The noise surprised him; usually, his brothers just banged on the door and yelled out his name. He walked to the door, and with a sense of curiosity, opened it. There stood Kayla, dressed in a black hoodie and sweatpants, long red hair tied in a ponytail, carrying a small gym bag. For a moment, he was taken aback, but then regained his composure, opening the door wider. "Sorry, would you like to come in?" Kayla nodded and stepped into the living room. Steve caught a whiff of flowers as she walked into the room, making his heart skip a beat.
"Should I close the door, or leave it open?"
"Closed is fine, thank you."
"Please, take a seat anywhere you'd like... would you like something to drink?"
"If you have water, that would be lovely."
Steve stepped over to the refrigerator, grabbing two bottles of water. He handed one of them to Kayla, who graciously accepted it with a nod and a word of gratitude.
"Those are some really nice sweats. Have to admit, though, I never would have imagined you wearing sweats out of the house."
Kayla laughed. "Well, it's a bit cold outside tonight, and sometimes I like to be comfy. To be certain, I'm usually more of a dresses and skirts kind of lady."
Steve smiled. "It's a great look on you. Anyway, what can I help you with? I finished writing up the apology letter if you want to look it over."
Kayla smiled faintly. "Thanks, I can look it over later if you want... that's not what I'm here for tonight."
He tilted his head in interest. "What do you need?"
Kayla looked down for a breath, then looked up into Steve's eyes. "I couldn't sleep tonight after our match today. I thought about it for a while, and I remembered a few things that happened during the match. I decided I needed to see you about it... I think you can probably guess that I'm not the sort of person who puts things off, so I came over. Thankfully you're still awake."
Steve took a deep breath. He wasn't sure what he'd expected to hear from her, but this certainly wasn't it. "What kind of things?"
"Do you remember Cassandra? She was the second for most of our fighters today."