Zoe felt the full effect of her forfeits for losing the fight. It is not uncommon to offer a little bit of leniency after either a good fight or a very one-sided fight. She however had burned her bridges during our many frosty pre-fight appearances. She was also not very complimentary to me during her interviews either as she threw a fair bit of mud hoping that some of it would stick. I have been managed well to date, yes there is a bit of dirt in my past (petty criminal charges and using sex as a currency to name two), but that is public domain. No attempt has been made to hide it, so exposure is not damaging to me. It has been framed to go for the sympathy angle, making me look more vulnerable and likeable. It was the angle that her team decided was the best to use against me though. She didn't want to beat me, she wanted to destroy me, both in the boxing ring and out of it. It was a revenge fight and her, and her team went all in. That approach didn't work the second she didn't last a minute against me in the ring.
She was a lot more humble after the fight, but I think I would be when I was facing the list of embarrassment that she was. I did question if we could go easy on her, but my team just shook their head in reply. The public approach that she had taken during the build up to try and destabilize me just meant that I could not go easy on her. I am not sure how much of her attitude towards me was real and how much of it was manufactured, but whatever the ratio was, she had made her bed and she now had to lay in it.
I did feel sorry for her and I do have a lot of empathy for her, but I will admit that I did crack a smile when she walked onto a live TV stage for an interview wearing absolutely nothing. She was not even afforded shoes and the camera operators were not shy either. She tried her best, but we live in a world of 360-degree cameras and automated remote drones that are as small as insects. You can protect your dignity from the main cameras that you can see, there is very little you can do to stop the more stealthy ones.
She endured four naked interviews and to her credit, she held her head up high and just took her punishment. She was modest and gracious, which I will admit did surprise me a little bit. There was no ill feeling towards me. She was actually more derogatory towards her team which I thought was a little strange. I know to keep my mouth shut if I disagree with them. There is a time and a place to air a grievance and in front of an audience of millions is not a good time to be airing such views. She felt they should have protected her more, but she was even more critical of the way that they managed her sister. Her points were valid, but again, a time and a place. It made for excellent viewing though.
She trained naked for a week. It was very light duties as she had taken one hell of a pounding. Not from my fists, but a more sexual pounding and her body was not at peak condition. Again though, she trained with a smile on her face while camera drones live broadcast her dignity across free-to-view streams. The only flicker of emotion was when she was told that she had to sit on a fairly large dildo. No prizes for guessing which entrance that one went in. I watched with a morbid curiosity as she assessed the situation. The dildo had looked big anyway, but now she was closer to it you could truly get a sense of the scale. If she sat on the floor with it vertically in front of her it would have been beyond her belly button. I just grinned to myself as I watched her.
"What are you watching?" I heard Rachel ask when she came into the room I was in. I jumped like a teenager who had just been caught watching porn. It is a feeling of guilt that never really leaves you. Sex is the most natural act in the world, but it is an intimate act that is usually to signify a closeness between two people. Watching such a thing will always seem like a violation of privacy and being caught watching it will always be taboo.
"Oh, sorry made me jump then," I said as I had not heard her come in. I looked at her and smiled as she came over to me. I span the screen around so she could see it as well and she tilted her head like a confused animal would while she worked out perspective and angle.
"Ooo, she is gonna feel that one," she said as she worked it out.
"Oh yes," I said with a sadistic grin. I have nothing against Zoe and if we were in a bar somewhere I would happily sit with her and buy her a drink. This was the cost of her team's actions and her defeat. Had the roles been reversed I would be where she was now. For me to show any sort of mercy on her would make me look overly soft. Not only that, but this is what the audience wanted. It had been a grudge match. She truly hated me and the cost for setting the match up like that and losing was her total dignity.
"Has she sat on it yet?" Rachel asked.
"Not yet," I replied. "She is trying to work out the logistics."
"There is no nice way," she said as she twisted her head around to sort out the strange angle that the director had decided was 'arty' or whatever they were going for. "Just trust the safety systems and slam onto it. It isn't going to be nice, but it gets it over with," she observed out loud.
"You sound like you are speaking from experience," I replied.
"Now that is none of your business," she said with a wide smile. She didn't need to answer the question asked. Her expression gave away the fact that she was no stranger to kinkiness in the bedroom.
"Mouth or ass?" I asked her as I ignored her refusal to answer probing questions.
"Again, none of your business," she said as she smiled at me. She knew I was not expecting an answer. I just giggled and offered her some of the popcorn that I had been nibbling on.
She took a small handful of the popcorn and tried it. She wrinkled her nose up and I smiled at her. I was on a strict nutrition regime. The popcorn was plain and fairly bland. You get used to it, but I would have killed for some cinnamon sugar, or at least some flavouring. She held the popcorn that she had taken while she looked for somewhere to put it. I just offered her the tub again. "Thanks," she said as she dropped it back into it. "That is gross."
"Sure is, but you get used to it," I said. "This is a treat for me. Welcome to my shit food life," I added with a grin.
"Yeah, but we pay you well," she retorted.
"No, YOU really don't," I giggled, "My fans pay me well. Your wage offering is shit."
"Very true," she conceded. "What does she have to do?" she asked as her attention turned back to Zoe's predicament again.
"The AI has been loaded with the data from the match when she orgasmed from anal," I said with an evil grin.
"Oooo," she said eventually. "Is it going to make her cum?"
"Oh yes," I replied as I grinned at her, "Dirty bitch is gonna cum with a cock exclusively up her ass."
"Meeting in an hour," she said as she changed the subject, "We need to get your next steps sorted," she added.
"Uh hu. I am ready, " I said nodding my head. There was a pause and I looked at Rachel. "Well, I need to shower, but that will take me five minutes."
"And get dressed?" Rachel suggested.
"Well, yeah," I said, "But that will take seconds," I added. I had been in medical and I was only wearing a robe. I had intended to be showered and ready by now, but a notification had pinged to let me know Zoe was on one of her forfeits and I like to watch them live if I can.
"Cool, leave ya to it," she said as she stood up. "How are you generally?" she asked. Her tone switching from manager to mother mode.
"I am okay," I said as I looked at her.
"Sure?" she asked and I nodded my head.
"Sure," I reaffirmed. "I am okay."
She looked at me for a few seconds longer than was comfortable. She genuinely cared and that was nice to know. I am not sure if she cared about me as a fellow human or as a revenue stream. I think if you boil it down in the short term it doesn't really matter. In a long-term relationship, there is one option that is a lot better than the other, but as long as we know where we stand then it doesn't really matter. She manages my career to make money out of me, which hits her targets which will allow her to advance her career. I pay her to manage me to make me more money and promote me as a product. Combined we are hopefully a net win for the gym we are both signed to. It is an abusive relationship the second it all goes wrong. At the moment though it is all going well so the reason why Rachel cares for me doesn't really matter. Unless you think too much about it.
I watched Zoe carefully negotiate the dildo as it stuck up vertically off the floor. I could see the slight glisten from the lube. The material it was made out of was porous and lube was expelled from inside it. It meant that the level of lubrication could be accurately applied to generate the sensation required. Lube could be applied along the full length of the toy or segmented across rings along the shaft. The things it could make you feel were amazing as friction could be controlled down to finite levels. Of course, being on live TV was not ideal and it was also not ideal it being up your ass, but ignoring those two small details, it was a great development within the sex toy industry. Price wise they are not too bad for home use. The restriction is, as always, the AI module and system that is required to run them efficiently and to their full potential. The toy itself, is 100 credits, or so and that comes with a rudimentary controller to apply lube. If you want to use it to its full potential, you need a fairly advanced AI and a module for the specific toy. The module is just a subscription of a few credits a month, but the AI is not working-class levels of affordability and even middle class, it would be a considered purchase.
She had no dignified way to get onto it. That was the intention and the cameras had been positioned strategically for that very reason. The toy itself was lifted off the floor on a base so when she was straddled across it her knees and shins would be flat on the floor and the dildo would be fully inside her. She had to hover her body to mount it, and the angles the cameras got were intimate, to say the least. She wriggled her ass against it to apply a bit of lube to her back door, took a deep breath and then slowly lowered herself onto it. Her eyes widened with surprise as something that was towards the upper limit of what her ass would take slowly went up inside her.
She leaned forward and used her hands for balance on the floor as she slowly lowered herself onto it. Initially, it looked impossibly big for her but after a few seconds, her bum settled onto the base of the toy. Her legs straddled either side of it and a very large dildo up her ass. It gave her a few seconds and then you heard the dull thud and buzz as the machine activated. Her eyes widened to saucers as she was not sure if she enjoyed that sensation or not. Her eyes then fluttered and crossed as she decided that that felt really fucking nice. I grinned at her on the screen as I watched her. "Oh my God," she mumbled as she started to thrust herself onto the toy while it did whatever it was doing.
She lasted around 4 minutes before she orgasmed. The cameras perfectly showing her face of pure satisfaction as the commentary reminded everyone watching that it was exclusively anal. She was getting no vaginal or clitoral stimulation. This was purely an anal orgasm. "How many are watching?" I asked the AI.
"Viewing figures are not publicly available," was the reply.
"Request," I said, "Sophie Lloyd, ID 71765."
"Commercially sensitive information," the AI replied, "Confirm you agree to the terms."
