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.
"On the left we have Misha Datta, of Indian descent, and on the right we have Maeve Gallagher, of Irish descent."
The two women stared at each other. Maeve sized up Misha. Misha did the same.
"You may now fight."
They both slowly walked towards each other. Maeve made the first move, but it wasn't physical.
"Wow, you've got some sound looking udders. Can you even move properly with those, you brown cow?"
"I'll show how much faster I can move than you, fire crotch.."
Maeve blushed slightly. She slowly walked upto her, and shot her fist out.
Misha ducked. She smiled coyly. Maeve was undeterred. She quickly shot her balled fist into Misha's left boob, her fist almost disappearing into the soft brown flesh of her breast. Misha jumped back and gasped sharply, touching her breast.
Maeve chuckled. "Wow. That was... soft."
Misha hadn't lost her cheek. "What, my boobs or that flimsy maneuver you call a punch?"
Maeve's eyes got dark. She lunged at her. Misha did the same.
They both locked hands, and started wrestling. Their bodies grew closer.
Misha felt Maeve's breath on her neck. Her ears warmed.
Maeve pushed on further. Misha was being overpowered. She was slowly pushed back by Maeve to a corner of the ring, Misha's back to the rails.
Maeve planned to bend her next, but never got to it, as she fell for the trap. Misha shot her knee into Maeve's abdomen. Maeve doubled over wheezing and staggered back. Misha casually walked forward, and grabbed Maeve's red hair. She pulled it, and placed her head between her legs. She had her head locked. Misha wanted to try Elise's move. She snaked her hands to Maeve's g string and slowly untied it, along with the sporran, and it fell to the mat. She softly massaged Maeve's pale lightly freckled ass. Misha then spanked her ass, from both sides. Maeve let out a moan, and a yelp. Misha continued her barrage of ass assault.
Maeve was almost breathless. She had to find a way to get out of this hold. With her free hands she shot up and felt for Misha's bottom. On making contact with her brown soft skin, she took a handful of it within her fingers, and pinched--or twisted it. Misha let out a high pitch yelp which rang across the room. She was hopping all the while making unintelligible noises, and finally pushed Maeve and staggered back.
"Aaaaahhh bitch! Who does that?! My ass......", she moaned as she rubbed it gingerly.
"It's a catfight cow. Is that all you got? I am gonna be eating your brownie ass by the end of this match, lass", smirked Maeve.
The round wasn't over yet. Misha lunged forward and hugged Maeve's midsection, pushing her onto the floor.
