It had only been a day since Meena's last match with Sofia. She had come straight home and fallen asleep in her room.
Meena woke up at 4.50 pm in the afternoon. She lay there, lying in her large double sized bed, under the soft, cool velvety red blanket staring at the ornately designed fan spinning abover her. The balcony door was open, the lace curtains flying about as the golden rays of the sleeping after noon sun illuminated her room, as bold columns of light. She could see the illuminated dust particles dance about in the light, the light pillars acting as spotlights for their performances. Meena's warm skin was glowing under the sunlight, her eyes a warm tone of dark brown honey.
She was wearing nothing but a white lace bra and thong. She slowly got up, checked her phone, and gently placed her bare feet on the soft rug below. The fight with Sofia had tired her a lot. She had gotten better since the last time they fought. But so had Meena.
She gingerly walked over to the balcony, brushing away the curtains flying at her face due to breeze. She stared at the sky, a contrast of brilliant golden and warm, bright pink, both colors meeting each other and fusing beautifully in the middle with clouds strewn across, acting as matchmakers for the coming of the evening and the bidding of the noon. It was beautiful. She saw a distant palm tree, fluttering beautifully in the breeze. Goa after morning was splendid.
She stared at the sprawling pool before her on the balcony, and the thought of relaxing a little came to her. She hadn't cleaned up after herself after the fight. She was too exhausted so she slept with the old sweaty undies. As she sat on the bedside, smelling of sweat, sleep and cum from the fight with Sofia, she remembered her next match in another 3 days. She brushed it off and quickly took off her bra and thong.
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The poolwater wasn't hot. It wasn't cold either. It was just the right amount of warm and cool. Meena loved it. She waded into the water, naked and sat down. She remembered it would've been easier to clean if she soaked in her bathtub instead of a large, grand pool which would have to be drained again and filled for sanitary reasons, but she was too tired and her butt already in the water. She let it go and sank herself, sighing, her legs floating underwater, her back sinking, only her eyes, nose and mouth barely staying afloat. Her humongous tits bobbed up and down, before finally deciding to float.
She ruminated on her next match. It was Elise. Just when things were going great. She remembered the time they spent after she lost to Linh. She was the only one who knew about Meena and Linh's secret match.
Just then, she heard light wet footsteps. It was Elise! She slowly walked over to the pool, wearing a sheer nightdress. Her pretty blonde hairbwas tied in a messy bun. Her fair skin glowed slightly red under the sun and made her look flushed. Her breasts were peaking from under the sheer, barely there nightdress which was flirting with the transient breeze, coming and going off her body as the breeze saw fit. She approached a surprised, but happy Meena slowly, admiring the view of the pretty face, the delicious floating melons and the even more lustful part hidden under the water in clear view.
"Hey...Minnie"
Meena blushed. " Oh, so you heard. Sofia just made up that nickname on the spot. I didn't even know about it."
Elise slightly pouted and smiled.
" Yeaa....I know. But still it makes me.....jealous.....you still remember your first nickname don't you?", she asked, her eyes all serious, staring dangerously at her.
" Of course I do, Ellie, that was my first match, and......
Elise's eyebrows peaked, curious.
".....and it was with you......"
Elise smiled slowly. " I'm happy....but make up another nickname for me, Ellie's too.....too basic..."
Meena thought. " How bout fluffy?"
Meena remebered from their time together in her room after Linh's revenge fight. They had slept together. She remembered looking at what little blonde hair Elise had down there. When she mentioned it, it was the first time, Elise seemed conscious of herself. It was fun seeing the always calm, composed dom in another light.
Elise's expression changed. "Making fun of me are we, mon chèrie??"
