RING OF FIRE: Chapter III-Money On The Table

Jessica “Juicy J” Layfield’s office looked like it wasn’t a part of the raunchy club in which it was situated. With its plush leather furniture, pristine white carpet and ornate decor it looked like it belonged in an office building. Madam Diana and Ce-Ce sat down in the two chairs in front of Layfield’s desk as she reclined in her overstuffed high backed chair. “So what do you want?” she asked nonchalantly as she lit a cigar.

“You know why I’m here; your club is cutting into my profits. Now I know why.” Diana replied.

Layfield looked at the madam haughtily, “And your point is what?”

“My point is I can’t allow that to continue. You and your paper champion need to be taught about the pecking order in this town.” the madam responded hoping to strike her business rivals ego.

“You got a lot fuckin’ nerve to try disrespectin’ me in MY office. And who the fuck are you callin’ a paper champion?!? I got a gang of fighters here that will put it on any bitch you got in that weak ass club of yours....includin’ ya lil’ wanna-be champion. So anytime you want to see one of ya hoes get beat down...holla at me.”, Layfield said, her voice dripping with venom.

The madam let a sly smile creep across her face, “Put up or shut up huh? OK, put your money where your mouth is. My 5 best against your 5 best....plus your champion against our champion.”

Layfield raised her eyebrow as she glared at the madam......

Meanwhile downstairs in the club’s locker room the steam from the shower still filled the room. Foxx had just stepped out the shower and stood wrapped in a towel face to face with her lover, Frankie Escalade. As she stared deep into his eyes she let her towel slowly fall to the floor and stood naked for his admiration. As his eyes roamed her solidly built body her hands undid his pants and freed his raging hard on. “You want a piece of this?” she asked in a low tone. Frankie wasted no time in slipping his tongue in her waiting mouth, kissing her deeply. He pulled her in close and wrapped his arms around her tightly. As their tongues swirled like two snakes she squeezed his dick and purred as her pussy moistened up. She stripped off all his clothes, then knelt down and put his rock hard member between her big soft pillow like breasts, and began rocking back and forth while taking him in and out of her hot mouth. Frankie ran his fingers through her hair as she sucked his dick with a loud slurp. Just as he reached the brink she withdrew him from her mouth with a long messy tangle of spit. "Now, let’s have some real fun" she purred as she stood and bent over the bench. Frankie held her by her wide hips as she took his hard on and stuffed it deep inside of her. They both let out a gasp of pleasure as they felt each others passion. She worked her bubbly ass back and forth at a furious rate milking him for all he was worth. In return Frankie pumped into her hard and deep as he reached around her to stroke her swollen clit. She let out a slight whine as he plowed into her with fresh memories of the fight still on his mind and turned her every which way but loose. Soon Foxx laid Frankie down on the bench and mounted him like a cowgirl. Her big ass bounced hard against him as moved up and down like an out of control oil derrick. With a smile on her face she kept grinding and moving keeping him in a constant state of arousal, bucking her hips up and down until at long last she finally drained him dry. Still smiling she reached down and grabbed his semi-hard member and licked off their combined juices. Giggling, she then slid up his body till her pussy was in his face, "come on boy, make Momma happy," she said as she rocked her hips back and forth.........

Back in “Juicy J”’s office the madam still waited for Layfield’s response.
Ce-Ce sat trying to conceal her disbelief in her bosses challenge.

“You don’t really wanna go there , you know them bitches of yours don’t stand a chance against real fighters.” Layfield said.

“What's the matter,Layfield, afraid you’ll get put back in your place at the bottom of the barrel again?” the madam said feeling confident in her plan.

Layfield’s eyes narrowed, “What’s the wager?”

“$10,000 a fight, plus another 5 grand per knockout for the first 5 fights.” the madam said.

Ce-Ce fought back the urge to ask her friend if she had lost her mind by biting her tongue.
Layfield pondered the offer, “That’s 75 grand, what about the main event?”

“Winner takes all, $500,000 and the titles of undisputed champion and club.”

Ce-Ce nearly fainted as she heard the last offer.

Layfield thought for a moment and then threw the madam a curve ball, “Half a mill just for puttin’ you outta business? Double up and you gotta deal.”
If, God forbid, her club loses she believed her sponsor would help pony up some of the cash.
The madam was caught off guard but knew she couldn’t turn back now. She glanced at Ce-Ce and accepted the counter wager.

“What did I just do?” Diana asked herself.