Sex Fighting League

I was sat on the three seater sofa with my back against the armrest and my legs stretched out down the length of the sofa. Abi was lying with her head in my lap as we watched whatever was on the TV. We had both had a busy day so it was just background noise as we decompressed. I was gently playing with her hair. Casually plaiting it and then brushing it out with my fingers. I felt her head get heavy a few times as she dozed only to be woken up by a loud voice or noise on the TV.

I ran my hand down her back and gently stroked her. I loved this and I loved her. So much. She glanced up at me and smiled. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing..." she said, but she didn't look away, "Just this, this is nice."

"So nice I agreed."

She kept looking up at me for a second longer than was comfortable. She flicked her eyes away, but then looked back at me again. "What are we?" she asked.

"Er..." I said, not really sure what she meant. "Human?" I said tentatively.

"No.. us," she said, "Are we... you know..."

"I don't know," I said and realised how dismissive that sounded. I had wanted to ask her this for weeks. I was getting in deep and the deeper I got the more that it would hurt if we were just 'convenience'. "I like us though."

"Me too," she said as she nodded in agreement. "I just... you know..."

"You just?" I prompted.

"I don't know," she said, "Are we long-term?"

She shifted her position so she was sat up next to me so we were on the same level. "I would like to be," I said.

"Like... forever long term?" she asked.

That was a big question. Did I see myself with a girl for the rest of my life? Honestly. I don't know. I am very aware that I am 19 years old, and to meet my 'forever partner' at this age would be unlikely. I opted for honesty. "I don't know," I said, "I love you and I mean that genuinely. I am falling in deep," I said as I opened up to her.

She nodded her head. "Me too," she said. She looked at me and sorted out her next words in her head. I looked into her gorgeous eyes and waited. "Does it scare you?" she asked. Her eyes exposed a vulnerability that melted me.

"I guess it does," I said. "This isn't the Disney life I anticipated."

"Getting fucked for a living? Or being with a chick?"

I laughed and some of the tension lifted. "Both, probably. But let's face it, starting at my social class I was always fucking something to climb the social ladder."

She smiled but didn't say anything. She had come from a similar place in life. Our paths to get here had been different in that she had aimed for this life where as I had fallen into it on a lucky break. I am not sure of how lucky it was if you look at this life from the outside, but I will go with lucky for now. "I love you," she eventually said and gave me a kiss. A proper nice kiss, not a horny kiss, not a good morning or good night kiss. A lovers kiss. A kiss that sends tingles through your entire body but does not imply or demand sex. It sparks electricity through your entire body but it doesn't even hint at sex. It is better than that, it promises stability.

I kissed her back and teased her tongue with my own. "I love you too," I reciprocated. "And that terrifies me."

"Me too," she said with a shy girlie smile. "Do you think we could be forever?" I hesitated. I didn't know the answer to that question. I was torn on answering that honestly and it was purely because I didn't want to hurt her. Not with a negative response, but with exposed honesty. "Honest answer," she prompted.

"I don't know," I said. "The thought of not being with you terrifies me though."

"Do you want kids?" she asked to which I just nodded. "Me too." Even with a girl, there were options these days for having children in same-sex relationships, and expensive options allowed the children to be biologically 'yours'. It was not how I imagined myself becoming a mother though. I wanted to be one, not imminently, but yeah, I wanted to be a Mum. I wanted to be a better Mum than mine had been, I realise that is setting the bar very low, but I wanted perfection, and perfection was not Abi. That sounds so harsh and clinical, but I dreamed of the husband, 2.4 kids, a picket fence and a dog. Very Disney. Very girlie dream.

"But I think I want you more," I said as I fully peeled back my armour. That admission surprised me more than I expected. I didn't say it to allay the harshness of my previous honesty. I said it because I meant it. If asked now I could start again with a guy who was matched to me or continue with Abi but possibly never had kids, I would pick Abi. She made me so happy and that is priceless. Life never works out how you expect and so you have to be reactive. It could be seen as compulsive, but it was a considered answer. At this moment in my life, she was more important to me than my childish dreams of perfection. I guess we can only base our decisions on the here and now.

Her eyes flickered and softened. She looked at me like you would a puppy or that child that we may never have. It wasn't sympathy or pity though that she was not feeling the same. It was with her love towards me. It was a reciprocated feeling of what I had just offered her. We kissed again, only this time there was a hint of sex. There was a hunger behind the expression of love between us and it lasted a little longer than it needed to. We had finally had this discussion, and we had laid out on the table how we felt and where we were. We hadn't definitively answered any of the questions asked, but we knew we were both in the same place. We had no idea where that place was or where it was going, but at least we were on the same page. Two confused 19-year-old girls in a relationship that neither of them understood and that they had no real control over. At the very least, it will be fun. "I promise to not hurt you," she said and I felt tears well up in my eyes at the raw honesty of her words.

"Same," I said. "I promise to never hurt you," and we kissed again. We looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds before we settled back onto the sofa again how we had been earlier. I was stroking and playing with her hair while she twisted the hem of my skirt around her fingers playfully.

The front door opened and I twisted my head around to see who it was. It was Jenny. "Hi," I said.

"Hey Soph. Good day?" she asked.

"Yeah, you?"

"Always good when I still have clothes on."

"Success," I replied with a smile and scanned her up and down. She had been training and if it had gone very badly she would have forfeit her clothing. She was still fully dressed so it had indeed been a good day using that single measure.

She made herself a drink and came over towards the sofa. The angle from the door had hidden Abi from her and she jumped when she saw her. "Fuck me!" she exclaimed, "Didn't see you there. You okay?"

Abi looked at her, smiled and nodded her head. "Want a drink?" Jenny offered.

"I am okay," I said.

"Yeah me too," Abi said.

Jenny was about to sit down but she hesitated. She looked at us and how we were sitting together. We were fairly close. "Okay to join you?" she asked as she pointed at the other sofa. "Or do you want me to fuck off?"

"Feel free," Abi said as she shifted her position so she was more sat up. There is an air of awkwardness when you sit with a couple and they are that close to each other. We were a long way from misbehaving, but it would not have taken the biggest of movements of her head to look like she was going down on me. She wasn't, and I was fully clothed to prevent such activity, but even so, that is intimately close and awkward for a third party.

"I don't mind," Jenny said, "You sure?"

"Nar, all good," I said, "Just watching whatever this shit is," I added as I gestured towards the TV.

Abi shuffled her position and clumsily sat next to me. I think she caught her foot on the sofa and overbalanced with her momentum. Very graceful. I didn't comment on it, but it did make me smile. "Good to see you have panties on," Jenny quipped.

"Always," Abi replied, "Don't wanna make it too easy now do we?"

We chatted about our day and over the next hour or so everyone else came back as well. Martin and Darren went out to get some food, but Dave joined Jenny on the sofa. They were still in a "on and off again" relationship. Fuck buddies would be a little dismissive of how they were, but it wasn't a relationship as such. Although I think they are currently exclusive and Dave has had the memo this time. They had a little kiss and a cuddle on the sofa before settling down together in the darkness.

I could hear them whispering to each other, but not picking up any of the words. I am assuming it was Dave trying to get her to open her legs or mouth for him. Ideally both I guess. The sound of their kisses punctuated the whispering and I just listened. Abi was curled up next to me again and was fast asleep with her head on my lap. "Gonna call it a night," Jenny said.

"Yeah, good plan," I said as I nudged Abi so she could start to wake up. "Night." Abi just grumbled at my attempt to wake her up.

"Night," Dave said as he followed Jenny to whatever promise he had negotiated.

"You wanna go to bed?" I asked Abi as I nudged her again.

"Er, yeah," she said as she looked around the dark room as she reorientated herself after waking up. "What time is it?" she asked as she rolled onto her back and stretched. She did indeed have panties on, little cute white ones as her skirt rode up as she stretched.

"Ten," I said.

She rolled off the sofa and stood up. Sorting her skirt and top as she did so. She went to the bathroom first then I followed her. I had a quick shower as well while I was in there. I had had one after training, but I always liked one just before bed. I heard Darren and Martin come back while I was showering. I dried myself and put the T-shirt and panties back on, but didn't bother with the skirt. The bathroom required going through the living area to get to my room and Martin was just sorting himself a drink. He wolf-whistled when he saw me. I didn't say anything, I just stuck my finger up at him as I walked passed him. "Cute ass," he said with a grin.

"Night Martin," I replied as I ignored his observation. It seems to be almost a reflex rather than a conscious thing for a guy. It is a sexy look seeing a girl wearing just a t-shirt and her underwear and they can't help but comment. He has seen me naked many many times and if he has a bad memory he can see me naked on demand if he so wishes with various images that are available. Even so, a t-shirt and panties always get a comment. It sounds like I am complaining. I am not complaining. Always good to have your ego massaged every now and then.

"Night, sweet dreams," he said. Wordlessly I lifted the T-shirt up while walking away from him and pulled the back of my panties down. "Fucking hell! Are you sure you are happy with Abi?" he asked as I flashed my ass at him. I didn't reply, I just smiled as I walked towards my room.

We had a proper launch for my merchandise. It was a massive push on the advertising and we pushed it on every medium that was available to us. Those annoying side adverts on the website were the easiest for us as we can focus them in on my content online. If you watched one of my videos or replays of one of my fights chances are you would get an advert for my merchandise. We pushed the cheaper end of the range as if you see a product advertised at 1,500 credits you don't even click it, as you can't afford it anyway.

I shilled as well as I knew how and how I was trained. I did interviews for channels on the proviso that I could mention the new merchandise. I was surprised that they went for it as I am just me, I am a nobody who can throw a punch or two. They lapped it up though and even when the interviews were exhausted and all the information was out there, there was still a line of various channels and publications that would happily rehash old material. I was popular enough to even start to get paid to give some of the interviews. Not massive money and it just covered costs, but even so, that is cool to be paid to speak to someone.

Just to throw it out here, advertising works. My industry is fairly niche. By definition, it is basically licensed porn interspersed with a fight here and there. That takes out a lot of the target audience just on age alone. Saying that though, it sold well. We started selling just on the gym's own shop front, but it was soon picked up by some of the smaller retailers and after a month one of the mainstream stockists took a trial to see how they would sell.

Well, was the answer to how it would sell. Very well. We had underestimated how much free money was in the system it seemed. We massively stocked up on the lower end of my range as they were cheaper and so a higher turnover, but it was not as clear cut as that. We obviously sold more branded condoms than we did the 'endorsed dildo' and went up the line to the full-body replica of me. The full body sold out though in the first week of being stocked by the major retailer. You couldn't get one from anywhere for a few days until production caught up. It wasn't massive numbers, I wasn't selling millions of units. I was still a niche within a niche and if you walked down a high street and asked "Do you know who Sophie Lloyd is?" Chances are most people would just look at you and shake their heads.

If you dipped your toe into the boxing league industry though, I was everywhere and a lot of it was organic. It wasn't us pushing my image and brand, it was just me being popular. That was so weird and I truly hated it. I got major waves of imposter syndrome, even to the stage of having to have professional sessions on how to deal with it. I wasn't sure if it was a dream or a nightmare that I was about to wake up from, but either way, it was definitely weird.

My opponent was a woman called Amber and she was nice. Massively confident to the point of being arrogant, but that was the image. I was the same in front of the cameras. She was 20 years old and we would actually be fighting on her 21st birthday. It did not escape my attention that I could give her a great 21st birthday present. If I won or lost. That was also not lost on the promotion of the fight and the angle of it being her 21st was utilized as much as possible. We were dead even, both undefeated and our careers were taking off. I had heard of her when I was told who I would be fighting, and I guess that says a lot. Our joint promotion was friendly and entertaining. She was one of those girls who if I knew her socially we would probably be friends. She was the sort of personality that I would gravitate to socially.

We were pretty much a mirror of each other, only she was blonde. She was petite and ridiculously sexy. She had a boyfriend (also cute), although she was officially bisexual with her previously having partners who were male and female. As an aside here it was generally not recommended for partners to be at the fight. Or at least not ringside anyway. It drew too much attention and it always looked bad on the highlight reel. No matter how accepting you are of your partner doing what they are doing you can't hide all your emotions about what you are watching as you watch the love of your life (so far) get passed around like a cheap sex toy. Those images are jumped on by the lower end of the media and it just doesn't look good. For the first time ever Abi will be there as she has space in her schedule, but she will be kept out of the public eye, as will Amber's boyfriend. They will both watch the fight behind the scenes.

It was decided and agreed that all family members would be kept away from being ringside and would watch the fight separately. Once the loser was finished in the ring they would be hosed down (literally) and then thrown into the family room. This would be used for premium content for both of our channels. It was an approach that had not been seen before and was potentially a risk. It was generally accepted that Dads were ringside if available. The look of horror on your Dad's face as his baby girl gets railed by a line of people does sell well and is part of the entertainment. I just followed my team's lead though.

The details were dealt with by my team and I just concentrated on training. I turned 20 years old and the day came and went. I was not expecting a party, but it was my first birthday away from my Dad and I did shed a tear when we spoke on the phone as I did miss him. I was given the day off, but no one else was, so I just did a light session anyway. Abi treated me to a nice meal and made my evening very special indeed, but other than that, my 20th birthday came and went with barely a ripple.

I watched Amber's fights and deconstructed them in the most finite of detail. Every edge that I could find in her replays I watched until I knew her almost better than I knew myself. In my downtime, I had been instructed to watch some wrestling as that would be the next step in my career. It would only be a brief stop as the mega money is in the full sex fighting leagues, but wrestling was a nice feeder discipline.

The wrestling was popular as it was purely luck. It was a case of turn up, sign up for the night, your name goes into a hat and gets drawn out at random. Those two people fight. It can be any opponent and it can range from an awesome wrestling match right to an unfair match-up that is just damage control. It is a simple one-round wrestling match and the winner takes all. It can be won by pinning them for three seconds, tapping out, or, the most popular ending, orgasm. There are no points in play so if at the end of the round there is no obvious winner it is just a draw and you go your separate ways.

It was so cool to watch and although you can have a good guess at the start who is going to win it is never guaranteed. It was just pure visceral fighting. There were rules, you were not allowed to use your fingernails or anything like that, but it was a fight for survival. It was pure domination and the quicker you could get the upper hand and keep it the better. Physical size was a big help, but technique and skill were as well. I would never have the physical size, but I could learn, I could develop technique and I could hone my skills. This was only ever going to be a fleeting visit. It was almost a promotional exercise more than competitive. I had to put a show on, but it was alluded to that I was not expected to win. My fights would not be random in that they would be curated and hand-picked, but they would not be fair, and they would not be fair for me.

Before that though I had a boxing match to prepare for. Training was stepped up higher than before as this one was a big one. We were both at the same stages of our careers and our various stats were a very close game of top trumps. Some categories she won, and some I won. Overall if you averaged everything across the board then were we pretty much an even match-up. Flip a coin and pick a winner. Either one of us had the potential and ticket sales were insane. We filled a 5,000-seat arena in a few hours. 4,900 people paid 100 credits each to watch us fight and 100 people paid 500 credits each to get the chance to have sex with one of us. To clear up the maths that was ticket sales of 540,000 credits. The organisers swallowed half of that which left 270,000. 100,000 of it was the winner's prize and each of us had an appearance fee of 50,000 credits. So just for turning up, I got 50,000. If I won as well my prize money for the fight would be 150,000. The remaining 70,000 was swallowed up by our respective teams on expenses and corporate bullshit.

It took a while to dawn on me, but the next step had happened. I was a professional fighter. This was my job. I was no longer supported by a multi-trillion credit gym company and fighting for pocket money. I was in the black on the books. For the first time ever, even if I lost this I would not cost anyone anything. I had switched from a potential asset to an actual asset. I had value. I did note the unfairness that I still paid 75% of everything I earned on top of what the gym made just from ticket sales, but that was fair enough. Wasn't it? Would I be here without the most expensive package? I will never know, I am here though and I have to remember that 25% of a shit load is a lot better than 75% of fuck all.