Push harder, Miranda! I thought to myself. I lifted the free weights above my head. I had selected a 60 pound barbell, and was struggling to finish ten repetitions. I was about to give up as I lowered the weights for the 8th time, but something in my head made me struggle even harder to complete the ten reps. My arms shook and struggled as I strained to lift the weights again. Sweat was dripping down my forehead, causing my long red hair to stick to my skin. The pain was intense as I successfully lifted the barbells above my head for the ninth time. I had never lifted this much weight before; my previous record was 50 pounds. I lowered the weights and mentally prepared for the final lift.
My body was a sweaty mess. My white tank top was soaked around my chest. I was also wearing a black sports bra underneath the tank top, a pair of plain white panties, and tight black spandex shorts. I grit my teeth and slowly lifted the weights for the last time. I could barely get the barbells to waist level. I felt the burn in my muscles. Determined to complete this task, I slowly lifted the weights even higher. I made un-lady-like grunting sounds as my muscles struggled, and lifted the weights to my chest. Pushing ever harder, my arms shook as I raised the weights above my head. Sweat poured out from under my arms. I held the weights in triumph above my head for a few seconds before lowering them to the floor of the gym. I let out a loud sigh of relief.
After lifting a bottle of Poland Springs bottled water to my mouth and gulping it down, I mentally prepared for a long cardiovascular workout. I stretched my arms and legs, and then got on a treadmill. This was a state of the art Nautilus machine. I set the speed on 5 M.P.H. to start, and I slowly jogged for a few minutes to warm up for the hard workout ahead. I slowly cranked up the speed over the next few minutes until I was at 10 M.P.H. I ran like a maniac, barely able to keep up with the treadmill. I had to run faster to avoid falling off. I was panting hard and breathing very heavily. A fresh shower of sweat started to pour out of my body from may different places, and I wished that I had been smarter and worn a headband. The sports bra struggled to hold in my heaving 36-C chest as my breasts bounced up and down as I ran harder and harder. I had set the timer for 20 minutes of running at this pace, but when the timer went off, I decided to push myself for 10 more minutes. My legs burned, and I felt my heartbeat race. I pushed myself harder and harder, getting my body in excellent shape.
I had decided to go on an athletic kick a few months ago, and I came to the Bally's club every day for at least an hour. My goal was to get my body in the best shape possible. Partly I did it for health reasons, but to be honest, I did it mainly to develop a devastatingly attractive figure. I wanted well toned arms and legs, a soft yet muscular chest, and a perfectly toned cute butt. I always came to the health club dressed in as little as possible in the hopes of meeting an attractive man or woman. My tank top was a little tighter than usual today, and it clung to my figure. I got off the treadmill, ready to hit the showers and wash the sweat off of my tired body.
"Hey, you!" a familiar lady called out to me. I didn't know her name, but I recognized her from previous sessions at the health club. She was a regular like me. She had long straight blond hair, and a very well toned muscular body. She was petite, and had smallish breasts. I was instantly attracted to her. "Yes?" I answered.
"I've seen you here a lot. You work out hard. I like the way you push yourself to the limit, and never give up."
"Thank you, I am trying to get my body in perfect shape." I replied.
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Greta Klausen. I work in the athletic industry, and my company is always looking for fit women."
"Do you work here at the club, Greta?"
"No, not at the club. Why don't we go for a walk outside, and I'll tell you all about my company? By the way, I never caught your name."
"Miranda. Miranda Johnson." I introduced myself, offering her my hand.
"Please to meet you, Ms. Johnson." Greta shook my hand.
"I need to take a shower first; I am sweating like a pig!"
"That's O.K., I need one too. Nothing wrong with a little good old fashioned sweat, it is the sign of a good workout!"
We walked side by side to the women's locker room, chatting as we walked. She asked me how long I had been coming to the club, and what piece of equipment I liked best.
"I like the free weight the best! No one can deny that you are serious about fitness when you pump iron." I answered.
"Good choice! I think you might have what it takes. Would you be interested in learning about how to make money off of your athletic skills?"
"How can I make money off of that?"
"I work for an entertainment company. I am looking for new talent. My company looks for women with the right combination of striking good looks and athletic ability. I think you would be a perfect candidate. Would you like to hear more?"
"Uh…I guess so." I answered.
"Why don't you walk with me to the locker room? I need to take a shower."
As we walked to the women's locker room, Greta told me a little more about her company.
"We are called Ultimate Surrender. We specialize in female wrestling."
"Wrestling?"
"Yes, wrestling. Only between women. This is real wrestling, not staged."
"How can I possibly make money doing that?" I asked.
"We film the matches and broadcast them on a website."
"People would pay to see women wrestle on the Internet?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, it is a very hot market."
We had reached her locker, and she started stripping off her clothes. I was about to go to my own locker, but she offered to let me use hers. I stripped off my sweaty clothes as she continued to talk about her company.
"Before I tell you anymore, Miranda, I have to be up front with you. The wrestling involves nudity, and it gets sexual as well. The website is strictly for adults only. If that totally shocks you I understand, and I will go look for another candidate."
"You work for a porn site? What the hell makes you think I would be interested in being in a porn site?" I huffed.
"Well, I guess you could say it is technically porn, but Ultimate Surrender is so much more than porn. I understand your shocked reaction. It is hard to know who to ask; many women immediately get angry when offered an opportunity in the adult industry. But I know for a fact that you have some experience in the adult industry, Miranda!"
I blushed. I had posed for a nude photo shoot the previous school year, and I had also posed for a nude video. I knew that someday someone would recognize me, but it still came as a complete shock to be found out by someone on my college campus. I tried to lie my way out of her discovery.
"I never was in the adult industry; you must be confusing me with someone else!" I said.
"Miranda…I know Jerry!"
She had got me. Jerry was the photographer who had photographed and videotaped me nude. I couldn't deny the facts to Greta.
"Oh…so you've seen the photos."
"Yes, Miranda, they turned out lovely. The video was very nice too! Anyway, I knew that you would be more interested in this opportunity than most women, so I thought I'd ask. I had no doubt that you were sexy enough to be in our website, and after seeing you work out, I have no doubt that you are physically fit enough to handle the wrestling."
We were both completely nude at this point in the conversation, and she led me to the showers.
I started to pour some liquid soap on my chest as she continued talking.
"Miranda, you are probably thinking that the wrestling is all staged, and that it is really just an excuse to film lesbian sex scenes. That is not the case at all. Our site takes the wrestling very seriously. The winner of each match gets double the money as the loser of the match. This ensures that the competition is real. Each woman tries to sexually dominate her opponent while trying not to get dominated herself."
"Dominated? What, like S/M?"
"Oh no! Not like that. It is rather complicated to explain the whole scoring system, but you do things like try to penetrate the other woman with you finger, or smother her face with your breasts while on top of her. The wrestling is very authentic; you try to pin your opponent, just like in any other wrestling match. The competition is very intense; the women take it quite seriously. Each round is eight minutes, and there are three rounds per match. You can expect to be physically and mentally drained after a match. You will sweat buckets."
"O.K., that sounds crazy. You were saying that the winner gets double the pay as the loser. How much is the pay?"
"We aren't ready to discuss pay yet. I would like you to audition tomorrow. Joe needs to make the ultimate decision. He is one of the producers of the website."
"How would I audition, Greta?" I asked. I tried not to stare at her breasts as she lifted her arms above her head to shampoo her hair.
"The wrestling matches are filmed in an office building on Grand River Avenue. We have a private gym. You will wrestle Nikki, and Joe and I will watch and decide if you really have what it takes to be on the website."
"So I have to beat Nikki in wrestling to pass the audition?"
Greta let out a huge hearty laugh. "Oh no! You are not expected to beat Nikki. You are expected to try as hard as you can! We just need to see if you can handle the intense competition, and also see if you feel comfortable with the sexual part of the wrestling."
"I am bisexual, so that doesn't bother me."
"Yes, I can tell that you are bisexual, Miranda, you are looking right at my pussy!" I blushed, embarrassed to have been caught.
"O.K., where and when do I go to the audition?"
"When we get back to my locker I will give you a business card with the address of the office, along with a brochure with the rules."
We finished up our showers, and I couldn't help but to stare at her ass as she walked in front of me on her way to the lockers. I continued to look at her stunning figure as she toweled off her nude body. She handed me a brochure to take home and read.
