Who: Glory and Anyone When: Late Saturday Night / Sunday Morning Where: Cat Fight What: A bit of audience participation down at Glory place of employment
It was a typical night down at the popular slum bucket known at Cat Fight. A saturday night. A play night. A night when Glory and the other girls of of the establishment earned their pay checks by fighting each other for the viewing pleasure of the randy crowd that packed the litle building near to bursting. Overhead the song Fuck The Pain Away was blaring from the speakers and Glory, her body slick from the whip cream that filled The Pit, the wrestling ring build into the floor of the establishment, was in the process of delivering the final pin to her opponent, another fighter who went by the name Honey. The caramel haired woman was breathing heavy, her body rembling slightly in Glory's grasp. But that was to be expected, considering the long fingers that teased Honey's left nipple beneath her shirt and the opposite hand that roved near her thigh.
The crowd was screaming encouragement and enjoyment. Glory had become a crowd favorite due to her way of touching the girl she fought against even while subdoeing her--rather, that was a part of subdoing her. It was hard to fight back when you were being stroked towards orgasm. The tall brunette smirked and, in one smooth motion, moved her hand away from the other female's breast and pinned her to the matt. A voice overlapped the Peaches' song to announce in a booming voice;
"Victory! Glory Win!"
The audience burst into a higher octave of sound and excitement as the referee appeared at the edge of The Pit. Glory released the other woman and stood up, pushing her cream matted hair back out of face and licking the sticky sweetness from her lips. The transparent camisole she'd been wearing had been torn some time during the match so she stripped it off and tossed it aside, revealing the jet black sati underwear beneath to clear eye. A few whistled split the air from the energetic crowd She ignored the noise, whiping her face clean and watching from the corner of her eye as Honey climbed out of The Pit and made her way towards the backrooms.
"And now it's time for our final match of the night!" The announcer went on. There was the creaking sound of grating metal and Glory braced herself for what she knew was coming. Water fell from overhead in a thick sheet, drenching her and washing away the whipcream that coated her. It turned the mess inside of The Pit to a frothy messed. A drain opened in the floor and the watery mayhem seeped out into it till the bottom of The Pit was clear. Glory shook water from her fingers and then pushed her sopping brown locks back away from her forhead again.
"As all our regulars know, we like to extend a special invitation to the ladies in the audience, and tonight is the night for it!" The referee went on. "Which one of you daring damsels would like to get into the ring with Cat Fight's Glory Win?"