Misha turned on the nozzle. Warm water showered all over body, as she stood inside the translucent cubicle, closing her eyes. All her sweat was washed off. Her nether region, stained with sticky love juices of hers and her companion were washed off.
She could smell the sexual musk evaporating. It was weirdly satisfying. She wiped her nipples off, and cleaned any milky remnants left, but there was hardly any left that wasn't licked off by Hitomi. She came out after the shower, and wrapped herself in a bathrobe, putting her stained garments in the laundry chute. They would be cleaned and delivered to her later. After the bath, her fanny started aching a little.
It was probably because of all the penetration Hitomi had done to her. She chuckled, and walked slowly to her room.
Once in her room, she slept like a log. It was night by now. She had a salad and some toast as a makeshift dinner and slept. It was the weekend tomorrow. She thought she'd get up late.
She woke up to her alarm, and the wind drifting towards her from the open balcony.
It was morning. She made a mental note to close the balcony before sleep the next time. She got dressed in tight white yoga pants, and a grey crop sweater.
She went out onto the balcony, and stared at the pool. It still looked inviting, albeit probably much colder than before.
As she came out of her room and went to the common area near the gym, she saw a bustling crowd. She saw her friend, Laura waving to her.
"Hey, how you doing? You seem to be doing better", she remarked.
"Hmm... Yea, actually it's not that bad, I mean I kinda liked it--ish", Misha responded.
Laura smiled.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I mean I'm kind of the boss of this branch."
"I thought that was madam Maldonado?"
"Nah, she's the visiting head. Basically she's the one who's in charge of multiple branches located in New York, sooo..... "
"There are branches located in popular metropolis cities, like New York, London, Berlin, Tokyo, Delhi, Paris, and so on. The madam is the head of all the five branches in New York."
Misha was kind of shocked to know there were 5 more of these. They were definitely loaded, and their sponsors were no joke.
"Well again I'm sorry.."
"Yeah, it's forgiven, don't worry, it's already weird enough.."
"Well then, I wanted to tell you, you have a new match. Your first official match after your debut. This match is gonna have a lot more influential people present. So give them a good show, yea?"
"Yea, I'll be sure to give the men a good show".
"Oh, you do know that there a lot of influential women there too right? In fact their populace may even be slightly more than the men. Only slightly."
"So, hey who's the opponent?"
"Maria's gonna give you the details---in the meantime I gotta go take care of something else." Laura hurried off.
Misha went to get a drink.
A while later, as she was working out in the gym, using the treadmill, Maria the maid appeared beside her.
"I have your opponent's details", she said as she lifted an iPad and gave it to her.
"That iPad is yours. It's the latest model and quite expensive. A little gift every newbie gets here."
Maeve Gallagher. She saw her profile. She was Irish, was 5'7" tall, and had beautiful red hair. She had 38D breasts, and an hourglass figure. She looked quite bulky, and her pale white skin rippled with muscles. She knew MMA, jiujitsu and kickboxing.
Misha scrolled through the settings, and found her own profile.
She was 5'7" tall, with olive brown skin, a tiny mole under her left eye, and a tiny red dot adorning the space between her eyebrows. She had 36F breasts, and was quite thick and bulky herself. She had an hourglass figure, and her abdomen has light abs, almost not visible unless they were sweaty. She knew some gymnastics,
kalaripayat, and swordfighting, and a little jiu jitsu.
Misha worked out for about an hour. The match was scheduled in the evening at around 6.
Misha didn't notice as the time went by and it was soon 6. She was called by Maria to get ready. She went to her room and opened her closet. Fighters could change their outfit if they wanted to regularly. She picked out her outfit and was escorted by the driver and the maids to a different building. It was the Main arena.
She went in and was guided to the locker room, a large spacious room with rows and rows of lockers, benches in between, and shower stalls at the back. She started to change.
She wore a coral pink teardrop microbikini bra, a pink thong, with tear shaped stones hanging near the waistline, and a circlet on her forehead, with the stones hanging coolly on her forehead. Lastly she wore a thin simple golden waist chain.
She also wore short black toeless socks with the heels exposed.
She then fixed her hair in front of the mirror, and sat on the bench waiting, a little tense. Then the doors opened. She walked out into the spotlight. The maids had covered her with a cloak, with the CATS insignia, a venetian cat mask.
As soon as she stepped out, they removed her cloak. She walked onto the stage, at the same time another woman walked onto it opposite to her. Maeve was wearing an orange G string, and an orange microbikini, which mostly covered the area around her areolae. She wore lace socks which came upto her ankles. A tiny sporran purse hung from the sides of her G strings, making it look unique.
The man in the bunny mask, (bringing her a little deja vu), slowly tapped his mike and spoke in a low gentle voice.
