Life can be a bitch. Just when you think you're getting ahead in the world, you get demoted into a dead-end job and the days just blend together. I needed something exciting, and when browsing the internet, I found it. A mixed nude fighting club in my area was accepting new members. The set-up seemed simple enough. A male and female would each show up with $500, and the winner would take home $1000. The club provided the venue, a referee, and would tape the event. The videos were then sold to the public, which would pay for the club's expenses, and provide a bonus payout for each combatant.
What really intrigued me was that the matches were done in the nude. Sex attacks were not just allowed, but encouraged. The winner was declared after accumulating enough points, with points awarded for pins, submissions, orgasms, and knock-outs. The rules were pretty stringent when it came to weight classes. Men had to be between 150 and 170 lbs and at least 5'6". Women had to be between 120 and 150 lbs and at least 5'2". Each week, you would get a surprise weigh-in. No time to cut water weight, go on a diet, or any of that garbage. The club's niche was the sexy "girl next door" taking on the everyday "Joe". If you were a bodybuilder or midget, there were other organizations that catered to those fetishes.
I emailed one of the coordinators and expressed my interest. I soon received a username and password that would allow me to read the rules, browse the forums, see my match calendar, and view a few videos from past match-ups. My jaw dropped after watching a couple of those videos. The women were very prepared and more comfortable than the men in racking up the points on their way to victory. It also seemed common for the victor to perform a sexual finishing move as a lasting reminder of the outcome. Some of those ladies were downright nasty.
While I personally didn't have any combat skills in my background, I was a long distance runner and swimmer, and was pretty confident in my physical endurance. Even if I didn't do well, where else would you get a chance to get physical with a bunch of beautiful naked ladies? Plus, I wasn't in this to impress anybody, just break the daily monotony of my boring life.
Before going into a real match, the club required that you participate in 3 workshops. The first was wrestling basics. The second was submissions and knock-outs. The third was forcing orgasms. Over the next month, I participated in the first two workshops, which were clothed. There were 4 of us, 2 of each gender. The other guy hit the gym more often than I did, and he had some wrestling experience. The 2 girls were both gorgeous and in excellent shape. Apparently, the girls also got an additional 8 workshops before they joined with the boys. So, they had a lot more instruction and practice in what to expect.
The instructors usually didn't see any boys without any martial arts experience and it showed with me. The other guy would charge in and truly wrestle with the girls. I spent most of my time evading the girls and keeping them off balance by always seeking to push them away and get back to my feet. I would wait for them to make a mistake or get tired, and then try and secure a headlock or a rear choke if I was lucky. The instructors weren't impressed one bit, the other guy thought I was a wimp, and the girls thought it was funny that I was scared of them.
Near the end of my second workshop each guy was paired off with a girl and we were practicing our escape from submissions. I was with Eve, and she had chosen to have me try and escape from her head scissors. She was in her late 20s and very pretty with white silky skin, dark hair, and 36D breasts. Normally, I'd fantasize about such a woman, but at that moment, she was lying comfortably on her side and squeezing my head between her thighs. All I could see was her smiling at my predicament as she had her way with me. I knew one of the instructors was shouting directions on how to escape, but I wasn't having any luck. I was totally out of my element.
Just then, a whistle sounded and the lead instructor called for our attention. Eve let me go, and as I regained my composure, the instructor informed us that this workshop was over. "Just one more thing," she continued, "Your next workshop will be with the partner you are paired off with right now. For those of you who are a little slow, your partner will not just see you naked, but will be forcing orgasms from you." As I sat there processing what was just said, the instructors and the other pair gathered their belongings and entered the change rooms.
Eve was still sitting in front of me, and what I saw took me off guard. She had a hand down her shorts and it looked like she was fingering herself. I didn't know if she was playing mind games, but I froze. Without looking away, she stood up, took two steps toward me, grabbed my head, and buried it in her crotch. Her thighs wrapped around my neck and she dropped to her knees. As I lay on my back, I took a deep breath and my entire world melted as I gazed into her eyes and breathed in the scent of her pussy. "You are going to be my little bitch", she hissed. She then let me go, picked her self up, and went off to the ladies change room. It took me a minute to recover from her obvious attempt to intimidate me.