The curtains closed behind us as Daisy marched me out of the arena. I could see hundreds of faces staring at me in horror as I disappeared in the darkness. I gave up trying to fight her and slumped along her back, my head and arms loosely banging on her beefy body. Looking down, my view was dominated by her massive, which jiggled with every step she took. That being said, there was surprising definition in her massive thighs; she was clearly very large, but there was muscle there to support it.
I wondered where she could possibly be carrying me. We had left the arena and were now walking somewhere outside. "Where are we going?" I asked.
"My trailer. You're gonna massage my sweaty ass."
I looked down and gulped. That ass was huge and sweaty. This could easily be a long job. "Can we talk about this? I'm supposed to be a physical trainer. This whole wrestling thing isn't really my field. You seem like a smart and reasonable enough person. Maybe we could make some kind of deal? Please? Anything?"
"I love hearing people beg. Keep going. You're my little slave now."
I heard a door creaking open. We had apparently reached her trailer. She flopped me onto a couch. Fear was now gripping my body, fear for what this horrible woman would do to me. She was turned away from me, doing something I couldn't see. Her massive ass was facing towards me, glistening in the inside lights from sweat and grease and whatever was wiped on it. Her tiny tights had disappeared in between the huge crack, a crack so big I felt like it could support my whole body squeezed between them.