This is a "snack" a little story which is a framework for your own imaginings. I dont want to be too explicit about how the people look or what their names are etc. You can overlay your own imagination. i am keen on your comments on for you to embroider on top of the story.
The setting is at "Hideout" a private venue located in my imagination.
See my story describing Hideout and the happenings there.
This time, I imagine that a group of friends have hired Hideout as a venue for a private party.
What happens is that the "Ringmistress" -- a person working for Hideout, allows the venue to be rented under the condition that the group must play a game of her own devising, according to her rules.
No exceptions or face ejection.
Oil wrestling night at Hideout.
For the regular patrons and the invited guests of Hideout, its a very exciting evening indeed.
You see, tonight, dear reader, it is the quarterly Oil wrestling competition at our favourite venue.
It's very popular overall.
You see, it isnt a show.
Every couple or person attending must enter the wrestling competition.
They may be called on, or not, you will have to wait and see.
Imagine the tension, the erotic frisson of waiting and not knowing if you are going to be called up to wrestle in the almost-nude!
And then...
You may win...or be stripped absolutely naked for the pleasure of the crowd!
Heres how it works --
Hideout has hired two female professional oil wrestlers (yeah I know -- who knew there was such a thing right).
Anyway, they are female and at least prepared to pretend to be really good oil wrestlers.
They begin by wrestling for the crowd.
Actually, they begin after everyone has had a few drinks and loosened up a bit. Patrons are also encouraged to take socially fun drugs like E or MDMA.
There is a big inflatable pool with low sides which has been partially filled with warm massage oil and it's very slippery but it smells pleasant, like coconut oil.
The ladies enter the pool, wearing their bikinis and a t-shirt over that.
The winner must strip the loser absolutely naked. The t-shirt may be pulled off or ripped off.
The bikini must have ties that are tied singly at the back of the top and at the sides of the bottom. Yeah, read that again.
The Ringmistress will check that there are no double knots or cheating.
For men, only a pair of shorts may be worn and they must be loosely tied so that they can slip off.
Exposure of a cock is deemed defeat.
The shorts do not have to leave the legs.
This is because men are typically stronger and their clothing is harder to remove. So they only get one piece, whereas women get three.
The loser stays naked for the rest of the evening.
Wicked hey?
Once the professional ladies have finished wrestling, the winner nominates two people from the audience who must participate.
It could be anyone.
Two women, two men, a mixed pair, whatever the winner wants.
For the starting pair, the loser becomes a naked waitress and she is allowed to be felt up by anyone that wants to.
When its the regular patrons who wrestle, the loser becomes the sub or the slave or the winners bitch for the evening and may be used as he or she wants.
Hot hey? Fucking scary too!
Francesca is a Russian stripper, she is tall and vicious. She has long long legs and nice, big, false tits.She has long blonde hair and pink nails and wears a suede bikini with a red t-shirt over it.
The red t-shirt is more of a blouse, with a Vee neck and tassles with little beads. Its a bit 70s and obviously expensive. She clearly doesn't think she is going to lose.
Her opponent is a Brazilian woman called Marla. She is bitchy and tough. Also tall. She has olive skin and bravely wears a white silky bikini and a white cheap t-shirt.
They enter the pool and two attendants, one topless well muscled male and one topless good looking female anoint them liberally with oil.
Francesca is fucked off because the oil will ruin her blouse and Marla is fucked off because it makes her white t shirt pretty see through.
The crowd loves it and goes wild, wolf whistling, clapping an laughing and cheering.
There is some sort of long running dispute between them.
Something about a bouncer called Mark who was Francesca's boyfriend once and then Marla fucked him -- or something like that.
