The Femme Fatales Ch. 03

Olivia May. That was all the note said, no description or anything else about her. Just the name of a woman who he would soon be in the ring with and trying to make her orgasm in front of a crowd. He didn’t know how big the crowds got for newer fighters, but if his fight drew a crowd even half the size of Alexis’ match, he would be sexfighting in front of at least a few hundred people. Over the next week, Damian tried his best to go about his normal day to day, but simply was not able to focus on anything other than his upcoming match.

Simple tasks took way longer than they should have. Doing the laundry made him wonder what he would be wearing. What would his opponent be wearing? Probably a bikini, but what color? How tight would it be? Would it be easy for him to remove? What was he doing? Oh, right…the laundry, then he’d look down and realize that he was still folding the same piece of underwear he was ten minutes ago.

One morning, three days before the match, he decided to head to the arena, thinking that maybe checking out the locker room, finding his locker, and trying out a few different outfit options might help him start to mentally lock in. Alexis had her own things to take care of that day, so he made the short drive himself and saw only a small handful of cars in the lot when he got there.

As he walked through the main entrance, the familiar red velvety scent welcomed him. Other than that, it was a lot quieter than the other few times he had been there. Passing by the training rings, only one was currently occupied by a pair who were wearing normal gym clothes and just chatting as we walked by. He then passed the main desk, giving Tony a casual nod before rounding the corner toward the men’s locker room. Once inside, he walked around the left side to where he was told his locker would be. He saw the locker of Dale “The Piledriver” Kelvie, who he watched lose to Alexis, as well as the name Marcus “Hardwood” Berg.

“I know how he got that name” Damian thought to himself before arriving at his own locker which just said “Damian ______ White.” He hadn’t thought about what name he would end up with after his match. Do winners get better names than the losers? Would he have any input on what name he got? Trying not to get too wrapped up in what he couldn’t really control, he opened his locker to see what he was working with. Inside were three different styles of bottoms, each with two different color and pattern options. There were two loose fitting boxers, two tight fitting boxer briefs, and two speedos.

He stripped down and began trying on each of the options and checking himself out in the mirror nearby to see how they looked. Just as he had put on the second pair of boxer briefs, he heard someone come in the locker room. Using the mirror to look over his shoulder, Damian briefly made eye contact with a tall, darker skinned man who had to be either 6ft2in or 6ft3in. After giving Damian a quick nod, the man made his way to his locker, which ended up being about ten or so lockers down from his.

“Going with the briefs?” he heard the man ask. “Solid choice.”

“Yeah, I’m going back and forth between the briefs and the boxers” Damian replied as he gave himself another quick look over in the mirror.

“You’re the new guy, right? I’m Sean,” the man said as he began going through his own locker.

“Yeah, I’m Damian. First fight coming up in a couple days” he replied. “So you think the boxer briefs are the way to go?”

“Often times, we see the newer guys go with the boxers, probably to conceal their junk or something” Sean went on as he began changing, “but between the three options, those are the easiest ones to get pulled off; extra fabric to grab and such.”

“Good point…” Damian said with one last look at his current choice. “I’ll stick with these then, safer than the boxers, but not quite feeling ready to rock the speedo yet.”

The two of them continued a short conversation as Damian changed back into his normal clothes and Sean changed into gym clothes. Damian asked what Sean’s moniker was, and Sean explained that he got the name “The Choker” because, in his match, he noticed that his opponent’s body responded really well when he cut off her air. He finished her off by getting her in the doggystyle position and pounding her pussy as he reached forward and grabbed her throat, slowly choking her out. She ended up having a huge, squirting orgasm all over his cock just before she would have passed out.

“Damn, that’s awesome.” Damian said. “I’m trying not to worry too much about the name I’ll get.”

“Nah, no need to worry,” Sean replied confidently. “They are pretty good at finding something positive for your name, win or lose. The girl I fought in my match ended up with the name “Angel” since she has wings tattooed on her back.”

“That’s reassuring,” Damian sighed, a bit relieved. “Well, any newcomer tips before I head out?” he asked, closing his locker.

“I would say….try to block out gorukle escort the noise as much as you can,” Sean said after thinking for a moment. “The more you can keep your focus on your opponent, the better chance you have. Get distracted, and you open yourself up to trouble.”

After that, they followed each other out of the locker room before Sean turned right toward the gym and Damian turned left toward the doors. He made the drive home, feeling a little more confident, or at least a little less nervous about his upcoming match.

The following days were uneventful and went by like a flash. The next thing Damian knew, he was waking up on the day of the fight. After taking the earlier part of the day to eat and keep himself occupied, Damian decided to head to the arena a little early to get a light workout in, mainly to get his body properly warmed up and give his mind something other than the fight to focus. He sent a text to Alexis saying “Heading in for light workout. See you before the match?” as he hopped in his car and headed back to the arena.

“Sure thing! Make sure to not overdo it in the gym” was the reply he got from Alexis as he arrived. It was around 3:30pm when he got there, and there were already more cars in the parking lot than he expected ahead of his match, which was scheduled to start at 6pm. As he parked and looked at the main entrance, he could see the electric sign above the doors:

“NEWCOMER FIGHT! 6PM – OLIVIA MAY VS DAMIAN WHITE”

Making his way inside, the scene looked much more like the first time he was here. Almost all of the practice rings were being used and there was already a decent size crowd of people moving around. Amongst that crowd was the occasional fighter, who was easily spotted by their scanty attire compared to everyone else. As he made his way through the lobby and toward the locker room, he remembered what Sean had said and already tried to just focus on himself and not think too much about the crowd.

The next hour went by fairly quickly. He got a light workout in in the gym, getting in a casual jog on the treadmill and some light weightlifting. As he was heading back into the locker room, he got another text from Alexis.

“Hey! I’m here whenever you’re done. Chatting out in the lobby”

Damian quickly got changed, first putting on his bottoms for the fight, covered by a dark red robe that had been provided for him that went down to his knees and tied in the front, then headed toward the lobby. The crowd almost doubled in size from when he arrived just an hour ago, and he began looking around, trying to find Alexis in the crowd.

“Damian! Over here!” he heard off to his right. Quickly turning, it took only a few seconds before he saw Alexis’s head and waving arm over a handful of people between them. He smoothly cut through the people toward Alexis and immediately felt his face flush as he saw her standing there in her tight bikini, her top just barely containing her breasts and her thong covering the front with just a thin string in the back, fully showing off her tight ass. It didn’t even occur to him that, as a fighter, she would likely have been in her match attire, as he was caught staring at her body.

He heard Alexis ask him something, but in the initial moment of getting caught up in her bikini, he didn’t process it.

“Wh…..sorry, what?” he said, finally clearing his head.

“I said are you nervous for your fight?” Alexis repeated with a soft giggle, definitely noticing that her body had caught him a little off guard.

“I mean, a little bit” Damian replied, “but I’m trying not to stress about it too much. It’s my very first match after all.”

“That’s true.” Alexis said. She then stepped a little closer and, in a slightly softer tone said, “Just don’t get caught frozen staring at your opponent’s body like you did with mine, or else you could be in trouble quick,” before giving him a wink.

“Right” he replied, slightly embarrassed.

“So I know you have to go soon, before it gets too crazy in here, but I had something exciting to tell you!” Alexis said cheerfully. “Tony told me on my way in that apparently The Siren is going to be here tonight!”

“Really? That’s cool.” Damian said rather casually.

“You don’t get it,” Alexis continued, “She doesn’t attend other matches very often, unless they are high on the leaderboards. She has never attended a newcomer match before.”

“Oh…wow” Damian said, not sure how to respond. “Is she here more to watch me or Olivia, my opponent?”

“I don’t know. Tony just said that she would be watching” Alexis finished.

They chatted a little longer, both with each other and with people around them before Damian was approached by Tony saying it was time to go and make final preparations. He was escorted to one side of the arena and into a small waiting room with a couch, a TV, and a small table with some snacks. He waited in there as the crowd started filling up the bursa görükle escort stadium and, next thing he knew, the announcer started talking over the loud speakers and an employee came in, telling him to remove his robe and stand behind the curtain that would soon open for his entrance.

“LLLLLLLADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WELCOME TO TONIGHT’S NEWCOMER MATCH!”

The crowd cheered loudly, and Damian could already tell by the volume that there was more than just a couple hundred people here.

“Coming down the blue lane, fighting for the men in his debut match: DAMIAN! WHITE!”

As soon as the announcer called his name, the curtain opened and he could see that the stadium was completely full. Whether or not all newcomer matches were this well attended, or if The Siren being here had any affect, he didn’t know, but he slowly made his way to the center ring, taking a couple deep breaths and trying to not let the size of the crowd get in his head, which was not easy to do. As he was about halfway to the ring, the announcer started again.

“Aaaaaand making her way down the red lane, fighting for the women in her debut match: OLIVIAAAAA MAYYYYY!”

Damian thought the crowd was loud when his name was called, but the volume had to have doubled when his opponent was announced. He arrived at the ring and quickly climbed between the ropes and watched as his opponent soaked up the crowd’s affection. The first thing everyone noticed about her was her striking shoulder length red hair, which she left untied so it whipped around every time she turned her head. She was wearing a tight white bikini, which covered her B cup breasts that bounced lightly with every step she took down the ramp. When she made her way to the ring, Damian got a closer look at her, revealing that she was only about 5ft3in tall, and couldn’t weigh much more than 110lbs. She had a very tight body and when she turned away from Damian to appeal to the crowd again, she teasingly gave her perky ass a quick shake. Both her fingernails and toenails on her pristine, pedicured feet were painted a sparkling red to match her fiery hair.

The crowd loved it. This girl really knew how to play to the crowd for a newcomer, and Damian knew that a majority of them were going to be on her side tonight. The next thing he knew, Olivia turned back around to face him, and the bell rang, starting the match.

Damian approached the center of the ring cautiously and watched as Olivia approached with much more confidence in her step. As they closed the space between them, Damian made the first move, lunging forward toward her midsection and managing to wrap his arms around her and tackle her to the ground. He tried to get his body on top of hers, but Olivia was able to quickly squirm out from his grasp, turning to face him, still squatting down on her hands and feet.

He tried to stay on the offensive, quickly turning toward Olivia and lunging in her direction again, but this time she was ready to evade him, sending him falling to his stomach. She used the advantage of her small size to quickly jump on top of him and, as Damian tried to lift himself off the ground, gave her the opening she needed to get her legs around his head as she began squeezing her thighs.

For as small as she was, Damian did not expect her legs to be that strong. At first, all he seemed to be able to do was grab onto her thighs and endure the first few waves of immense pressure as her legs squeezed his head. With one final squeeze, Damian felt as Olivia released his head from between her legs and he quickly twisted his body to get out from underneath her.

“Mmmm…this is going to be fun” Olivia said, taunting Damian as he breathed hard.

Damian said nothing in reply but managed to get back to his feet. Olivia did the same, facing away from him and shaking her ass again as she did, igniting the crowd into another wave of cheers.

Both back on their feet, they briefly circled each other again before Olivia took the offensive. Taking a few run up steps, she launched her whole body at Damian. Damian managed to catch her while staying on his feet, but she was able to wrap her legs around his waist, gripping tightly, as she wrapped her arms around his head, pulling his face between her tits in a breast smother. Damian stumbled around, unable to see or breathe as Olivia’s tits smothered his face. He could feel himself starting to get light headed and, in an attempt to get free, quickly dropped to his knees and fell forward, slamming Olivia hard onto the mat.

“UUGH!” Olivia let out as she landed hard, the impact causing her to release her grip on Damian, who used the opening he created to roll her onto her stomach before sitting on her back, using his weight to try and keep her pinned down.

Facing her ass, Damian did the first thing that came to mind and gave it a firm slap with both hands.

“Fuck!” Olivia cried out in pain before she felt Damian’s hands grab her bottoms, pulling them down to her knees and revealing her bare ass. “Get off!” she said angrily as she tried to squirm around.

Damian quickly took his chance and, using one hand to help keep his balance, slid the other hand down between her legs and began rubbing her pussy.

“There you go. You like that?” Damian taunted as he worked Olivia’s pussy.

“Oooooh, fuck. No…” Olivia replied, trying to keep fighting but responding to the initial pleasure between her legs.

Feeling confident in his position, Damian decided to reach down with the hand he was using for balance to remove Olivia’s bottoms the rest of the way in order to spread her legs further. As he leaned further down trying to remove them, this shift in his body weight gave Olivia the opening she needed, as she quickly twisted and bucked her body, sending Damian stumbling forward and giving her the chance to crawl out from underneath him.

As Damian fell onto his hands and knees, Olivia placed both feet on his back and shoved him forward, sending him head first into the corner post. As Damian slowly recovered from the hard hit to his head, Olivia stood and took her bottoms the rest of the way off, throwing them into the first row of the crowd. With another cheer from the crowd, she confidently sauntered over to Damian in the corner.

Damian’s head was ringing from the hit to the post and was just using the bottom rope to pull himself up off the ground when one of Olivia’s hands grabbed a fist full of his hair and another grabbed his shoulder as he felt himself get spun around to where his back was up against the corner post. Before he could react, Olivia turned around, winked toward the crowd, then slammed her ass against his face, pinning him to the post. The crowd began roaring as Olivia ground her ass against Damian’s face. Now in complete control of the match, she glanced down at Damian’s bulge. His tight bottoms did little to hide the fact that he had gotten fully hard as she dominated him with her ass.

“Oh! Somebody likes this!” she seductively called out to the crowd. “Now let’s have some fun.” Grabbing the ropes with her arms to keep her steady, keeping Damian’s face pinned in her ass, she then placed one of her feet on his bulge and firmly began rubbing.

“Mmmm..MMMM!” Olivia could feel Damian moaning into her ass.

Damian was in trouble, and he knew it. Olivia’s ass was not only keeping his head pinned back against the corner post, but was also cutting off his breath. At the same time, her foot was getting a very positive response from his cock.

“If I can’t find a way to escape fast,” he thought to himself, trying to block out the dominating scent of Olivia’s ass, “then I might cum without her even having to take my bottoms off.”

Doing everything he could to fight through the pleasure, Damian finally mustered up the strength to grab Olivia’s ass and shove her body forward just far enough as he quickly let his body slide all the way to the ground. It was a risky move, leaving him temporarily directly below her, but the quick movement caught her off guard and he managed to escape as she stumbled backward into the corner post. Damian scrambled to his feet and was met with a cheer from portions of the crowd. He knew a majority would be on her side, but it gave him a boost hearing that at least some were pulling for him.

“Awww” Olivia taunted as she regained her composure, “was my ass too much for you?”

“You had your moment,” Damian replied after catching his breath, “now it’s my turn.”

The two began circling each other once again, Damian’s bulging fully erect and Olivia with just her white bra remaining. Carefully testing out each other’s defenses, you could sense the anticipation growing in the crowd as they waited to see who would land the next move.

“Come on, big boy. You know that cock wants more of what I can give,” Olivia taunted in her sultry seductive voice.

Damian could hear a few laughs and cheers from some fans who heard her taunt. Olivia smiled, hearing it as well. Just for a moment, her eyes glanced toward the source of the cheers, which was exactly the opening Damian was waiting for. Catching Olivia off guard, he quickly dove at her legs, wrapping them up in his arms and sending her spinning to the ground and landing face down. A loud cheer erupted as the tension had finally been broken.

With his arms still around her legs, Damian confidently moved his arms so that they were now around Olivia’s waist with his head facing her legs. Before she was able to react, Damian got his feet underneath him and lifted Olivia’s body into the air, holding her small frame now upside down with her breasts facing the crowd. Given her size, Damian managed to easily wrap one arm firmly around her waist to hold Olivia up while his other hand reached around, found her pussy, and began rubbing once again.

“Ohh! F-fuck!” Olivia moaned as Damian began working her pussy. She tried to squirm, but he had a tight grip around her waist. Within seconds, she could feel the blood rushing to her head. She tried kicking her legs, but Damian was able to avoid any kicks in his advantageous position. It did not take long for her pussy to start getting wet.