After Larissa overpowered and dominated Ayn in a wrestling match Ayn needed a confidence boost. She got it in a match with a smaller girl, Belle. A former girlfriend of my freshman year roommate, Belle was petite but in great shape, and oh so feisty! She definitely had the spirit for a girl-on-girl contest, but she was severely overmatched against Ayn. I was desperate to get Ayn a contest she could win, fearing that if she got beaten up again like she did at the hands (and legs) of Larissa she would be soured on the entire idea and not want to wrestle again. Belle was just the ticket.

Getting Belle to wrestle Ayn was pretty easy. Ayn expressed a willingness to try again with someone less experienced than the busty blond who destroyed her and mentioned Belle specifically. Ayn and bell got along well and became casual friends with all Ayn’s trips to mine and Belle’s college. We’d go out partying whenever we could, either just the three of us or with who ever Belle happened to be seeing at the time. Belle’s wicked streak came out after two beers, nothing too overt, but definitely noticeable. Maybe it was jealousy at how close Ayn and I had gotten, an obvious contrast to her own, chaotic love life. She would take great pleasure in subtly tweaking Ayn’s emotions, mostly by flirting with me and making racy suggestions.
“Gee, Ayn. Ombar has been such a good boy lately. Maybe we should give him a threesome as a reward.”
She would say this and then laugh it off like it was a funny joke, not at all serious, but it definitely got under Ayn’s skin. Playing on Ayn’s jealousy was easy and fun for Belle. Another ploy on her part was to ask me how a particular pair of heels made her legs look. She wouldn’t ask Ayn, or the guy she was with at that moment, choosing to take my opinion instead, and right in front of them. If I said anything positive at all about her legs, which truly were fantastic from her regimen of running, Ayn would quietly seethe and smolder. Partly my own fault, because when Ayn prodded me once about Belle, I gave the WRONG answer.
“Yeah, she’s cute. Great legs,” I once blurted out.
Oh, man, was that ever stupid of me. She’d agree with me that Belle was good looking but file my answer away for later retrieval. Late at night, after an energetic session in bed when we were catching our breath, that answer came up.
“So,” Ayn started. “Just how hot do you think Belle is?”
“Oh sweetie. You have nothing to worry about there. She’s not bad, but she can’t hold a candle to you!” She’s not even in your league.”
That got me out of trouble and back inside Ayn for another round of energetic love making, but the original answer I gave was still rattling around in her head. She couldn’t hide her jealousy if she wanted to. We were going to find out just what league Belle was in, and the only way to see was in a girl fight. Ayn was ready for a tussle with our petite friend thinking maybe a taste of being overpowered, pinned and choked would adjust her attitude. The more Ayn thought about wrestling Belle the more excited she got about the idea. She began reminding me more and more to ask Belle about it. Every time we spoke on the phone it would come up.
“Did you ask her yet? C’mon, I really want to take her on. Please Ombar, you’ve GOT to set it up!”

Now that Ayn was all revved up for a wrestling match the only thing left was to get her opponent to sign off on the idea. Belle definitely had the competitive and adventurous spirit necessary for wrestling, but would she agree to take on Ayn? Adventurous was one thing, suicidal was another. Belle was just 5 feet tall, weighed 100 pounds even, and was relatively flat chested. Two things she did have were marvelous legs and a spectacular ass. Running 5 miles a day would do that. She also worked out in the weight room but not enough to give her any real size. Her arms were well defined but slender, nothing like those muscular legs she showed off. Belle’s waist was trim but she didn’t have the six-pack abs that Ayn sported. She had short brown hair, just enough to cover her ears, and a cute face that could light up a room when she smiled. You might not do a double take if she walked by you on the street, but hang around with her long enough and her sexiness grows on you. You’ll want her.
Ayn is an athlete. Years of both gymnastics and competitive swimming have given her a physique that leaves little doubt as to her strength. Augmenting her power with a weight lifting program has only improved her physique further. She could easily pass as an aspiring female bodybuilder with legs that stop traffic. Diamond shaped calves and lean muscled thighs, just watching her walk across a room turns me on. Six-pack abs and an ass built by competitive sports give her the physical tools to compete as a wrestler, and with some experience she’ll be devastating. Swimming has built her back, especially her lats, contrasting nicely with her tiny and toned waist. Well-defined triceps and peaked biceps are perhaps her proudest features, and she knows that she can turn me on any time she wants just by flexing for me. Whenever we’re alone Ayn is topless in an instant, eager to show off not only those arms and back, but also a pair of 36 C breasts that are just a hair away from measuring a full D-cup. Shoulder length dark brown hair complements her olive skin, just what you’d expect of a girl with her Greek heritage. Her hair is naturally curly and wild so she usually has it pulled back into a ponytail. When we’re alone those curly locks are set free to tickle me and brush over my face and chest, or done up in a fancy coif if we’re going out somewhere formal. As far as I’m concerned she has it all, the complete package: brains, beauty, and spirit.

Getting Belle to go for the idea of a tussle with Ayn turned out to be much easier than I thought it would be. I met Belle for lunch one Wednesday in the University Center snack bar, something we did often. Although I must admit to being turned on by her, nothing ever developed between us, our relationship going quickly to the “just friends” realm. She knew Ayn through me and genuinely liked her so Belle and I usually just gave each other advice on relationships or support when either needed it. I brought up the tension I saw developing between her and Ayn last couple of times we all went out partying.
“Belle, what’s with you and Ayn? Seems like you’ve been needling her a bit lately whenever we’re all together. Anything going on that I should know about?”
“Nah. Just the usual girl stuff. We’ll get on each other’s nerves a bit, have a blowout, and then everything will get back to normal.”
“I have to tell you, that comment you made about a threesome last Saturday night struck a nerve. When I talked to Ayn last night on the phone it was still bothering her. Look, don’t push her so hard. You know how jealous she gets over nothing.”
Belle hesitates, looking away for a second. Something’s on her mind and she’s obviously trying to find a way to say it. Then it just comes out.
“Maybe I am a little jealous myself. How come you and I never hooked up?”
Now it’s my turn to feel uncomfortable. Lord knows I’ve thought about it. She’s definitely hot, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on by her. Time for honesty.
“Belle, it’s just been bad timing for us. You had a boyfriend, then several different boyfriends. Then when you were unattached I was getting serious with Ayn. Maybe we just missed our window. You know I think you’re smokin’-hot. Ayn kinda knows I think so, too. I guess that’s part of her problem. If things had gone just a little differently with Ayn and me I’d have been all over you.”
She’s smiling now, pleased to hear me say out loud that I’m attracted to her and that I’ve had these ideas too. She’s got her legs crossed and is leaning back in her chair, giving me a great view of her calves as she points her toe and flexes her lower leg muscle. As she makes a little circle with her toes her calf bulges and dances, giving me that familiar tightness in my groin. I think she can tell what she’s doing just by the look on my face. Maybe I’m getting a flushed face to go with a flushed crotch, so she presses on.
“You know, I may not be as muscular as Ayn, but I’m pretty strong myself. You know how much I run. And now I’m spending more time with the weights. I might just be a match for Ayn.”
“We should find out,” I say. She’s opened the door and I’m charging in, full steam ahead! “What would you say to a friendly little wrestling match between you and Ayn? Hell, it might even help clear the air between you girls. Nobody gets hurt, no fist fighting, just wrestling. You know Belle, with your fantastic legs you could do some real damage. I could easily see you making Ayn beg for mercy.”
I’ve definitely pushed the right buttons. Belle smiles a wicked little smile and nods her head.
“Might be fun. Ya know if I get these legs around her the fight is pretty much over. But I’m a little worried about Ayn’s upper body strength. Do you really think I have a chance?”
Then she’s moving closer to me, scooting her chair over. She brings her right arm up and flexes her biceps. It’s not quite as big as Ayn’s but it is still impressive. She’s been getting some results in the weight room, that’s for sure. I’m actually surprised to see that her arm is bigger than I thought. This is very encouraging.
“Wow,” I say! “You’ve got some guns there, Belle! You’re definitely a match for Ayn. She’ll never see this coming.”
“O.K,” she says with a sly grin. “I’ll wrestle Ayn next time she’s here. But I want it clear that it’s a fun match, not for blood. No fist fighting. And Ombar, what we said here today stays here, between us, right?”
“Of course. I won’t say anything about today if you don’t. Probably be better for both of us that way. I’ll talk to Ayn either tonight or tomorrow and see if I can sell her on the idea of a friendly little tussle with you. What do you want to wear for the contest? I’ll be sure Ayn dresses similarly.”
“I’m thinking a bikini, max. I don’t have the same cleavage she does so maybe just the bikini bottom for me, and for Ayn, whatever she’s comfortable in. I don’t suppose you’d have any objection to that.” And that wicked grin of hers is back.
“Are you kidding?! Seeing you stripped down to take on Ayn is a dream come true for me. I’ll be sure she’s topless if you are. That is, if she agrees.” I don’t want to let on that Ayn has been chomping at the bit to get her in a wrestling match. Belle might back out if she knew how eager Ayn was to get her hands on her.

Next weekend arrives quickly and Ayn is here. She’s been walking on air since I broke the news to her that Belle agreed to wrestle. Ayn has gone a bit overboard in preparing for the match, having packed two bikinis, a one-piece bathing suit, a leotard, and her favorite pair of thong panties with matching bra.
“I can move well in any of these,” she says, “but my first choice is the thong and bra.”
“Awesome,” I say! “But how about taking on Belle bare-breasted? You look so totally killer when you’re topless and flexing. C’mon babe, what do you say?”
“Sure, that works for me,” she replies. “I guess Belle will go topless as well? She’s kinda small up top so I’m not real concerned with you being around her without a top on. Besides, I’m gonna be too busy mopping up the room with her to worry about her tiny tits being on display.” Ayn is smiling like a crocodile waiting for the hapless gazelle to try to cross the river. Her nipples are rock-hard just thinking about the match.
It’s set for tonight at 10:00. My room, of course. We’re going to meet Belle for drinks and chitchat at a bar in town at 8:30, just the three of us, then go back for the battle. My room is set up for the girls before we even leave for the bar. Coffee table folded up, all other furniture pushed to the walls, comforter spread in the middle of the room on top of the thick carpet and padding. A couple of weeks ago Ayn was lying here crying as Larissa beat her up pretty good. Her defeat at the hands of that busty blond girl-wrestler is still fresh in Ayn’s mind and she’s looking to be on the other end of the punishment tonight. After all, it’s better to give than receive, right?

At the bar the girls greet each other like long lost sisters. You’d never know that each has an agenda that includes overpowering the other in a wrestling match, maybe dishing out a little pain in the process. They hug at the doorway and Belle holds onto Ayn around the waist for a second longer than normal. Then she lifts Ayn up off her feet for just a second. The mini-bear hug squashes the air out of Ayn as she’s caught off-guard.
“Uuughh!”
Belle is staring into Ayn’s eyes, still smiling, but with a hint of something else also. A warning? Maybe a hint of what’s to come? Any is a little uncomfortable being taken by surprise by the girl she intends to fight later. Maybe Ayn felt a bit more strength than she expected, and she’s looking at me with questioning eyes. Yeah, it’s supposed to be a playful tussle, but I don’t think either really believes this. I’ll go over the rules again back in the room, stressing no punching or striking, but these two are going to go at each other hard, that much is becoming obvious.
“Not now, girls,” I say. “Lets have a drink, relax, and talk.” And in we go. I order a beer and ask the ladies what they’ll have. I figure they’ll both have a beer as well. It’s pretty much all we have at the frat parties on campus and I’ve seen them both knock back a dozen or so on any given night.
“Club soda for me,” says Belle.
“Just a Diet Coke,” says Ayn.
Uh-oh. This is looking more serious than I had imagined. Both of them have business on their minds. We sit at a little table in the corner and the girls are quiet, staring at each other coldly. Belle has those runner’s legs crossed, her short skirt has ridden up just above her knees, and she’s doing that little circle thing with her toes that makes her calf muscle dance. Her high heel is hanging off the front of her foot and she’s grinning at Ayn now. Ayn is looking at her leg and knows exactly what Belle is doing, what the effect is on me, and she’s got that tight-lipped grimace on her face that tells everyone she is not amused.
“Knock it off, Belle. Yeah, he likes your legs. Now just quit the teasing!”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll make you.”
“Well, that’s kinda the theme of tonight, isn’t it?”
“Shit, what the fuck are we doing here?” says Ayn. Then, looking at me “Lets go back to the room and wrestle right now.”
“I agree,” says Belle. “We need to do this. Now.”
It’s about a half mile from the bar to my room, actually a pleasant walk on a warm clear night like tonight. But I don’t think a casual stroll is in the cards with the mood these two wildcats are in. I call a cab and the ride is silent. Thankfully it only lasts about 5 minutes. As I put my key into my door I notice both girls have their shoes off and are unbuttoning their blouses. Ayn is out of her skirt and shirt first, walking onto the blanket and stretching. Belle is moving more slowly, watching Ayn stretch, and looking a little intimidated. Hard to blame her as Ayn is 2 inches taller, 25 pounds heavier, all muscle, and she’s displaying it nicely since she’s stripped down to her thong panties. Belle is now down to her bikini panties as well, and I’m seeing her topless for the first time ever. Her breasts are small but firm and she’s definitely got more muscle than I gave her credit for, but the sheer size difference with Ayn tells me this is a real mismatch. Belle drops her clothes in a pile next to the door as I move in to go over the rules.
“Both of you, try to remember you’re still friends. I’m going to let you two go at it as long as you both are safe. Nobody wants any fist fighting or hitting of any kind. Just wrestling. The blanket is the ring and that’s where you wrestle. Move off it and I’ll stop the contest, restarting it back in the middle of the blanket. One girl has to surrender to the other, and the winner has to accept the loser’s submission. That means I’m not stopping it the second one of you quits. You might have to beg a little. But I won’t allow anyone to get seriously injured.
As I step back off the blanket Belle charges Ayn without a word of warning. She puts her shoulder into Ayn’s stomach and reaches for the backs of Ayn’s muscular legs, hoping to lift her off the ground just enough to dump her onto her back. Having learned from Larissa, Ayn turns to her left half way and easily gets Belle in a headlock. She’s twisting Belle’s head and crushing it at the same time, grinding the side of the petite fighter’s face into her bare bosom. Belle is red-faced but still determined, trying to trip the more muscular girl and bring them both down on the ground. Belle gets her left leg wrapped around Ayn’s right but she has no leverage to force her foe to the ground. I know what Belle is thinking: her only chance against the stronger and more muscular Ayn is to quickly get her legs around Ayn’s waist and crush her with those thighs. But if she can’t bring the two of them down she won’t get the chance.
Without warning Ayn drops to her knees and pulls Belle down with her, maintaining the headlock and keeping the pressure on. On her knees with Belle still pulled up against her bare breast Ayn turns slightly towards her victim and the headlock slips into a bear hug around Belle’s head and neck. It takes relatively little effort from Ayn’s bulging calves and thighs push Belle over onto her back, landing on top of the smaller wrestler while maintaining the bare chested bear hug. On her back now, Belle’s legs thrash about but do nothing. Her right arm is around Ayn’s waist, just holding on, and her left hand goes up to Ayn’s fact to push her away. Ayn turns her head slightly and Belle’s hand slips away with no real effect. Now Belle’s right hand slaps at Ayn’s bare back, a sure sign of desperation, and it sounds like some one hitting a big base drum, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP! She’s not getting much air through her tormentor’s bosom smother, Ayn’s 36 C’s doing a good job of both humiliating Belle and restricting her breathing.
“Belle,” I say loudly so she can hear me. “That’s striking. Knock it off or Ayn will to the same to you.”
“Nnnggh! Nnngggh!” is all Belle can manage, but the slapping at the bigger wrestler’s well muscled back stops.
Ayn is smiling a predatory smile, very pleased with herself as she dominates her smaller adversary. Both girls have begun to sweat profusely already and they’ve only been locked in battle for 2 or 3 minutes. Ayn throws her right leg over Belle and is now straddling her, all the while keeping the pressure on Belle’s head and neck. I can only see the top of the littler fighter’s head, her arms, which are now holding Ayn’s waist loosely, and her lower body from her panties down. Belle’s panties are pulled up hard against her pubic mound and her sweat has both darkened them several shades of blue as well as revealed the detail underneath. I can see through the panties that she’s shaved clean. Ayn’s womanhood is pressing down on Belle’s stomach as she extends her legs down along Belle’s legs. Belle is kicking and pawing with her legs much less now as Ayn has smothered the fight out of her. The side-by-side comparison of each girl’s legs show how big Belle’s are considering her diminutive stature. Sure, Ayn’s legs are thicker and more heavily muscled, but not so much more as I had thought. With her legs along side and still outside Belle’s, Ayn brings her calves up onto Belle’s, shin to shin, and uses them to keep Belle’s legs pressed down. Releasing the bosom smother and bear hug, Ayn pins her foe’s wrists down along side her head, presses herself up a little, and looks into Belle’s eyes.
Relieved to have her tormentor’s sweaty tits out of her face, Belle takes the first full breath of air she’s gotten since they locked up. She looks more scared than angry or defiant as her eye’s dart from Ayn’s eyes to Ayn’s breasts that sit just inches from her face. Ayn’s nipples are still erect, standing out almost a full inch and showing that she’s aroused from fighting. My bare bosom muscle girl has her opponent just where she wants her, and if I’m any judge of character I’d say the match is far from over. Ayn is loving this fight and even if Belle were to give up now there is no way Ayn would let it end. I’m not about to argue, seeing two gorgeous girls, bare chested and bare legged, locked together in a wrestling fight is almost too much for me. Almost!
Ayn takes her legs off Belle’s and forces them under her legs instead. Hooking her ankles around Belle’s she secures a grapevine and immediately starts applying pressure while keeping the smaller girl’s wrists pinned. Ayn grits her teeth and presses even harder with her legs, eliciting a cry from Belle.
“Aaaaaaa! Oh you fucking bitch, stop it!!” But Ayn just drives her legs straight with even more power.
“AAAHHH!! Fuckyoufuckyouyoufuckingbitch!!” Belle starts to sob softly.
“Are you giving up, Belle,” asks Ayn?
“Go fuck yourself, you fucking bitch!”
Ayn laughs at this outburst. She starts lowering herself onto Belle’s face, letting her breasts make first contact, her nipples brushing back and forth across the pinned girl’s eyes. Belle jerks her head first to one side, then the other, but she has nowhere to go. Ayn lowers her chest back down completely onto Belle, releases her wrists, and re-applies the bear hug.
“Oh, God, Oh no, Mmmngghh!” Belle’s face is back in Ayn’s sweaty chest; Ayn’s biceps and lats are pumped and alive with the exertion of squeezing the smaller girl’s head and neck. Still face to face, or more accurately bosoms to face, Ayn gets to her knees with Belle’s head firmly pulled to her chest, and pulls Belle into a sitting position, straddling the smaller girl’s lap. Ayn’s legs encircle Belle’s waist and she locks in a body scissors while sitting on Belle’s lap. The two topple over to one side but it hardly matters as the combination hold of bear hug around the neck and scissors around the mid section have Ayn glued to her foe with sheer girl muscle. When Ayn starts squeezing the scissors I hear the air violently expelled from Belle’s lungs in one explosive breath. She’d be crying again but I don’t think she’s capable. Belle puts her hands against Ayn’s shoulder and tries to push the bigger girl away from her but Ayn doesn’t budge. Her opponent has lost all steam and her arms go limp, offering no resistance. It looks like Belle has passed out from the squeezing and smothering the bigger wrestler has been inflicting. Ayn lets up on the neck squeeze and scissors and I see that Belle is still conscious, just so beaten and spent that she doesn’t have the will to fight back. Ayn quickly brings her left leg across her victim’s back and secures her foot behind her other leg, converting the scissors into a figure four. Rocking forward, Ayn pushes Belle onto her back and leans onto her, placing her forearms against Belle’s face that’s now turned to the left. Only token resistance from Belle, putting her hands onto Ayn’s forearms to try to relieve some of the pressure across her face but doing almost nothing. Ayn rocks forward a little more, pressing Belle’s face harder and at the same time arching her back to tighten the figure four on the smaller fighter’s waist. I’m close to stopping it now even though no one has submitted. Belle is starting to thrash wildly again, trying to get her legs in a position to arch the two fighters up off the ground, anything to change the position and lessen the pain.
Ayn starts taunting.
“Hey, little girl. Not so hot shit now, huh?”
Nothing from Belle.
“Christ, Belle! Just freaking submit already. I’ve got you beat and you know it.”
Ayn takes her forearms from Belle’s face but keeps the figure four cranked hard. Since she’s said nothing, Ayn takes that as a sign she wants some more. Arching her back and sticking her chest out tightens her legs around Belle’s waist just a bit more and this elicits another grunt from the smaller girl.
Although enjoying the punishment she’s doling out, I think Ayn is starting to worry about how much she’s hurting Belle. She’s made her point and I’ve gotten a show to remember so perhaps it’s time to start thinking about calling it off. We all know who the winner is.
As Ayn eases up with her figure four, Belle suddenly brings her left hand around in a wild roundhouse slap that connects squarely with Ayn’s right cheek.
CRACK!
I’m stunned and can hardly move, Ayn is also in a state of shock, and the only one moving is Belle. She has a look of desperation on her tortured face as she brings her right fist straight into Ayn’s magnificent left breast.
THUMP!
Ayn releases her figure four and falls over to her right side, clutching her aching breast and whimpering. Belle crawls over to Ayn and mounts her, looking like she’s ready to dish out some punishment of her own. This is obviously where I’m supposed to step in and stop it but I can’t. I’m too shocked to move, and truth be told, I kinda want to see how this plays out.
Belle is going to either slap Ayn again or punch her but Ayn’s left arm is covering her face. Belle reaches down to pull it off her face for a clean shot when Ayn, with murder in her eyes, strikes back. A fast right fist to Belle’s mouth knocks the little fighter onto her back, a trickle of blood on her lips. She’s stunned and a little woozy from the punch, struggling to sit up. But like lightning Ayn is on her feet and closing in. Leaning down and grabbing Belle by her hair Ayn pulls her up to her feet, then delivers an uppercut punch to Belle’s stomach. Belle drops back down to her knees, doubled over and gagging, but Ayn is still on the attack. The rules are clearly out the window and fist fighting has just become a part of this wrestling match. So much for the rules I’m supposed to enforce, but hey, Belle started it. Now it’s gonna cost her.
Ayn moves around behind Belle who is still on her knees. She drops down behind her opponent and wraps her left arm around Belle’s neck, placing her left hand onto her right biceps and bringing her right hand onto the back of Belle’s head. Ayn is choking her with her left arm and pressing her head forward into the chokehold with her right. She has tremendous leverage with her arms linked up like they are, and in her current state of rage I’m worried that she won’t let up. Belle’s face is contorted by both pain and panic. Her air is cut off completely and Ayn is bringing incredible pressure to bear. No sound escapes her lips, and all the noise is coming from Ayn grunting with the effort of choking the life out of her opponent. Ayn leans back and lies down pulling the strangled little fighter with her, Ayn’s bare chest crushed against Belle’s back. Ayn is on her back on the blanket with the other wrestler on top of her, both facing the upward. Belle slaps wildly at Ayn’s arms, occasionally trying to get a slap at Ayn’s face behind her but having no luck. Now Ayn adds her fantastically muscled legs to the battle with a scissors around her victim’s waist. Ramming her legs straight, she’s on the verge of crushing Belle’s ribs. The smaller girl’s eyes are rolling back into her head and I finally get the composure to act.
“Ayn! Let her neck go, NOW!! You’re killing her!”
“Good,” replies Ayn. “Fucking little bitch is getting what she deserves!”
But Ayn does what I say and completely releases the choke. Not the scissors though. She’s not squeezing Belle, just holding her with her legs, waiting to see what happens next. Belle coughs and sputters, having been on the verge of unconsciousness. She looks completely disoriented and unaware of her surroundings so Ayn is going to remind her. Leaning back, Ayn starts squeezing with the scissors hold again, and Belle is crying. Ayn reaches forward and wraps those muscular arms around Belle’s face, pulling her down again so she’s lying on top. Then Ayn releases the scissors to bring her right heel down into Belle’s stomach, a perfect heel kick. Once, twice, three times in rapid succession. This time Belle’s begging for mercy and crying even harder, no defiance left in her.
“Owwwwww, no please…. no more…. I’m sorry....You win!”
“That’s more like it. I knew you’d see it my way. But I haven’t accepted yet.”
“Oh, God, please STOP! No more, oh Christ no more! I’ll do whatever you say, just stop hurting me, please!”
“Oh, all right. I guess you’ve had enough.” Ayn lets Belle roll off her chest and onto the floor. Belle is still whimpering, doubled over clutching her battered stomach, her voice hoarse from being choked so severely. Ayn is beside her on her knees and I’m worried that she’s about to go back for even more action. But now Ayn is just playing to the crowd. Me. She gently straddles the fallen girl and looks up at me, flexing those awesome arms, lats, and chest. Covered in sweat, hair plastered to the sides of her face where it’s escaped from the ponytail, bruised and scuffed, she’s never looked so good to me!
Then some final words of warning to her beaten opponent.
“Belle, if I ever even SUSPECT you’re flirting with Ombar we’re gonna fight again. And next time it will be just you and I, privately, not even Ombar will be there. Nothing will save you, and I’ll make the fight last for hours. Got that?”