Another Surprise at the Gym

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You may recall Margot from a previous story (“An Incredible Night at the Gym”). In case you haven’t read the story, here’s a brief synopsis.

I met Margot at a party. We had no sooner met when she mocked me, insulted me, said I looked wimpy and out of shape. Margot is a striking woman so she already had me at a disadvantage. I wrestled in high school. I work out and I’m still in pretty good shape. I’m 6′ 2″ – 180 lbs., and I feel pretty good about my appearance, but coming from someone with her looks and her level of confidence caused me to feel insecure. I thought, maybe she’s just a mean bitch who had something against me for some reason. I was put off by her arrogance and I was about to walk away when she said something startling. “I challenge you to a sex fight – in a boxing ring – winner sexually dominates the loser.”

That was about the last thing I expected. I had never been in a boxing ring let alone a sex fight, though sex fighting has been a fantasy of mine since puberty. My nature leans toward submissiveness, so in my fantasies, I always lose, but in light of her arrogance, I could take great pleasure in dominating her.

I couldn’t imagine why someone so hot would challenge a perfect stranger to a sex fight, especially after letting me know she wasn’t impressed with my looks. This was crazy. I’m a lot bigger. I couldn’t lose. What the hell I thought, she obviously wants to have sex with me. It seemed like a strange approach, but I couldn’t imagine how anything could go wrong so of course, I accepted.

I tried to win. In fact, I desperately tried to win, but she outmaneuvered me from the second I stepped into the ring. I hadn’t even climbed through the ropes when she jumped on my back. After a failed struggle to get her off my back, she choked me out. It all happened very quickly. She ended up tying me to the ring ropes, stripping me and humiliating me in my defeat. Much to my surprise, there was an all-female audience of about 20 strong who were hidden behind a curtain, watching on closed-circuit TV. When I was near my most vulnerable point, the curtain opened revealing the crowd. They all gathered around the ring to witness my humiliation first hand. Margot and two other women had their ways with each other in front of me, then made me jerk off for the audience while one of them (Cory) worked a small vibrator in and out of my ass and the others fondled me.

As vulnerable and humiliated as I was, it was the most intense sex I’ve ever experienced. I have often jerked off to the memory of it since.

The room looked like a gym with a boxing ring, but it was a private, women-only club that puts on a variety of sex fights for its members. Simply put, they are women who love watching so much, they’ve established a sex fighting club.

After my humiliation, I tried to ask Margot for a date but she interrupted saying, “Not a chance.”

Now you have an idea of my history with Margot so you’ll be able to put what recently happened into perspective.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It was nearly a year ago when Margot defeated me in our so-called fight. I thought I’d never see or hear anything from her again but a couple of months ago, I received a call from her. She told me the club members especially enjoyed watching me squirm when she, Fina, and Cory dominated me. She said they’d like to have me back to fight again.

She told me, “In light of the way I took advantage and jumped on you before you even stood up, they thought you deserved another chance.” She says, “I admit, I took advantage – but you still should have won since you’re so much bigger than I am.”

They enjoyed watching me squirm? What…they want to watch me squirm again? I was skeptical, and a little annoyed. Margot tricked me into the first match. That is to say, she kept me unaware of what I was risking. She jumped on me before I was completely in the ring for one. For another, I didn’t know Margot was a purple belt in Jiu-Jitsu until after the match, and I didn’t know there would be other women helping her humiliate me if I lost. Certainly, I wasn’t expecting an audience. When I agreed to wrestle her, I assumed it would be just the two of us, but I have nothing to complain about the agreement was, winner could do anything to the loser, but any way you cut it, she blindsided me.

What could Margot have up her sleeve this time? I wasn’t sure I should take that chance. I might not like the outcome if I lost again. I guess it was kind of a moot point since I didn’t believe her anyway.

Margot stretched her tale even further. She told me that Cory, from our previous match, wanted to take me on this time. She said, “Cory has a thing for you and should she lose, she wouldn’t mind being dominated by you…but I’ll warn you,” she said firmly, “She’s a tough one.”

My heart raced. Cory has blonde hair, a beautiful sweet face and a petite, fit body with perfect, perky breasts. That body type gets me every time – especially when the face is so sweet, yet inviting. güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri Because of Cory, I was not just physically restrained, I was psychologically immobilized.

The red flag in my head was telling me to say no thanks and hang up, but my “other head” wanted to know more.

I said, “You took advantage nearly a year ago when you set up our match. Why should I trust you now?”

She said, “Because this fight pays, and it pays really well.”

I found her proposition preposterous. She was taking me for a fool. It was insulting. It irritated me. Did she think I’d believe her “club” would pay me to sex fight? If so, she’s the fool. I also didn’t believe Cory had a “thing” for me, but I had to ask, “No shit, how much?”

She said, “Five grand.”

Holy crap, I thought. No way. They’d pay me five grand for a night of sex wrestling? My intrigue began to outweigh my skepticism. I could use the money but there had to be more to it than what she was telling me.

“What?” I asked with great surprise.

She said, “They’ll pay you five thousand dollars to grapple with Cory in a no holds barred sex fight. It will occur in the same boxing ring with an all-female audience just like our fight. Winner will have their way with the loser in the ring. Anything goes – anything except S&M that is, although the use of restraints is permitted – even encouraged. The winner must not deliberately inflict pain on the loser. It’s about sexual degradation and humiliation in front of an all-female audience who’ve paid to see it raw.” Then she added, “There could be some incidental pain during the fight. It is a fight after all but it’s strictly grappling – no punches or kicks – no elbows or knees – no striking of any kind.”

She went on to say, “They like your clean, college-boy look. There’s something about a middle-aged man who looks youthful and enthusiastic. A lot of those women loved watching you gyrate in your helpless state after I tied you up.” She laughed. “They’re pretty sure Cory would do the same thing to you. You don’t have the biggest cock we’ve ever seen, but you’ve got a nice cock, and they loved how recklessly you responded when you were so easily controlled. “

Even though she was laughing at me, she seemed sincere. I did squirm leading up to and during my climax – especially during the post-cum torture, but I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that they’d pay me so much to sex fight. I decided to have some fun with her.

“Are you kidding?” I asked. “You don’t actually believe I’d sex fight in front of a bunch of women again for only five grand, do you?”

She said, “You’re joking, right? You’re telling me you won’t sex fight for five thousand dollars?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m telling you,” I said with conviction. “I never would have accepted the fight with you had I known there would be so many others involved, and how they’d be involved – not even if you had offered me five grand.”

She giggled. “But you liked it, right?”

“Of course, but that’s beside the point. Essentially, you raped me.”

“Oh geez,” she laughed. “First…men can’t be raped. They’re too willing. And second…you knew you’d be dominated if you lost. You lost. You were dominated.” There was a pause. “Okay…how much then? Everyone’s got a price.”

I said, “I’m not going to sex fight in front of a crowd again. If I win, I’ve beaten a girl – big deal, and if I lose, I’m humiliated by a girl. I lose either way.”

She says, “That didn’t stop you from wrestling me. After seeing how hard you came in front of everyone, I’m surprised you don’t jump at the chance.”

There was another pause. This time it became long and uncomfortable, but I wasn’t going to break the silence. I left everything squarely on her.

“OK, ten grand then,” she blurted.

Holy shit, was she serious? My curiosity was driving me nuts. How far would she go with this charade? I decided to have a little fun at her expense. I said, “You’re not getting the message. I’m not sex fighting in front of a crowd again under any circumstances – certainly not for ten grand.”

Then I asked, “Where are you getting all this money, and why are you willing to pay so much to see me wrestle? Margot…this makes no sense. What’s this all about?”

There was another pause. “I’ll start at the beginning,” she says. “Sex Fights for Women (SFW) is a private club, founded by “Mistress Shauna” (Shauna Johnson). She’s a strong, muscular sex fighter who became well known in the genre for her sex fight videos. Shauna also hired out (and still does) for private sessions. Her clientele is primarily an elite crowd of wealthy customers (mostly men) who pay a lot of money to grapple with her. Shauna is bisexual. She’s an experienced grappler who enjoys sex fighting with either men or women. She’s been sex-fighting for 12 years and she’s only lost twice in her career. Granted, some of those fights were scripted, but a lot of them güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri were for real. Based on her clientele which were not just challengers, but often included significant others who like to watch, she discovered there was a market for a “women only” audience who would pay to watch a variety of sex fights. A lot of women love watching sex fights but don’t want to deal with drunk men who invariably outnumber women by a considerable margin in a mixed setting. Women feel freer and safer without men who are all ginned up – in more ways than one. Because it’s a women-only club, they’re free to put on any kind of sex fights they want including lesbians and bisexuals. Gays are typically not interested in performing for women.”

She says, “Men generally tend to be more sexually charged and less inhibited when they lose in front of a crowd of women compared to when men are in the audience. Male sex-fighters love when women are watching though, and they become even more aroused when they’re humiliated for women who are enjoying it. Anyway, after she met a lot of wealthy sex fight fans, her idea grew from there. She bought the warehouse where you and I wrestled, renovated it, and opened SFW. She received tremendous support from appreciative women who knew her, or knew of her. Since our opening two and a half years ago, our memberships have grown to exceed 300 women and we continue to grow as word spreads.”

Prior to my first match, I didn’t know clubs like this existed. Margot was offering a lot of money to wrestle a hot chick and have sex with her in front of an all-female audience. How hot is that? I lost the first time but surrendering for the pleasure of women was incredible. Win or lose, it’s still a win I guess. That’s how I saw it anyway.

She went on to tell me about how they’re paid – club dues, admission fees and a lot of stuff that caused me to glaze over, but then she said, “The members are from a whole different world. They are women the general public is rarely aware of, but they have more money than they know what to do with. Not only are outside wrestlers paid a lot of money, they can make outrageous tips as well. Tips sometimes amount to as much or more than the pay. When you get a bunch of sex-crazed females together who’ve been drinking, they just keep throwing money into the tip pot.” She went on to say, “Most of the women who saw you wrestle me want to see you fight again under different circumstances so this time you’ll wrestle Cory.”

“How do you get away with this?” I asked. “Is this legal?”

“Oh yeah,” she says. “It’s a member-sponsored, private club. It’s not open to the general public. Certain criteria must be met. Most people can’t afford it anyway. So you’ll do it?”

She was blowing me away with her story but I was still having a hard time believing her. I didn’t know what to do so I stood my ground. I said, “I told you, I’m not going to sex fight for ten grand.”

She said, “I tell you what, I’m going to make one final offer. I like you, and it’s obvious you like me. You did try to ask me out after all. I’ll sweeten the pot. I’ll get them to pop for fifteen grand and I’ll throw in something more personal. If you win, you can take me to dinner, and who knows…since she called you out, maybe Cory would join us as well. You never know where things could go from there.”

Holy shit, I thought. She was making it tough. Maybe truth is stranger than fiction.

“Who do you think would win?” I asked.

She said, “Anybody’s guess, but I’d bet on Cory.”

That gave me pause, especially since Margot had already beaten me. She knows from experience how well (or poorly) I wrestle, but we’re talking a lot of money here.

“There will be no pain deliberately inflicted?” I asked.

“Right,” she said. “Like our match, it’s about the humiliation of the loser for the viewing pleasure of the audience. It’s not about pain. And by the way, S&M is prohibited for a number of reasons – liability being the primary one. It’s also to protect our fighters should they lose to an outsider. That said, I can’t guarantee there will be no pain.”

“I get it,” I said. “Other than that, anything goes?”

“Yes.”

“I get fifteen grand, win or lose?”

“Yes…”

“And Cory wants to sex fight me…really?”

“Yes, yes,” she said impatiently.

I had to give this some serious thought. I was trying to make sense of it all and I wanted to be certain I had all my bases covered before agreeing to anything.

“Are you there?” Margot asked as I was pacing the room, pondering her proposition.

“No,” I responded.

Margot laughed.

“Well? Make up your mind,” she said. “That’s my final offer and I need to know before we hang up. I’ve offered all I’m authorized to pay. You’ll likely earn some decent tips. C’mon,” she said. “I’ve even tried to sweeten the pot with a dinner date if you win. I know you’ll like that. So what’s it going to be big boy? Think güvenilir bahis şirketleri you’re man enough to beat little Cory, or are you afraid she’ll tie you up and shove that vibrator up your ass again while making you jerk yourself against your will in front of a bunch of women?”

My thoughts were swirling. Could I go through with it again? If I decided to do it, there’d be no turning back. If I declined, I’d miss out on fifteen grand plus tips and I’d likely never see Margot or Cory again. I lived out one of my greatest fantasies when I wrestled Margot and now I’m being offered a chance to do it again…and get paid for it this time – a lot!

“Alright, I’ll do it,” I said.

Margot said, “Great. I’ll get back to you with the details. Since we’re paying you this time, we’ll require you to sign a contract. I’ll need your mailing address.”

I said, “Okay,” gave her my address and we hung up.

My heart was racing and my dick was hard from thinking about it. I couldn’t wait to hear from Margot again.

Four days later, I received a package in the mail from SFW, Inc. I couldn’t get the package opened fast enough. Inside was a letter welcoming me to their club as a paid fighter. Included were instructions for gaining access to the club on the night of the fight, a contract with a return envelope, and a neon-green thong.

Though written in legalese, I understood the contract well enough to know the details were as Margot described over the phone. There were no surprises except for the thong I was supposed to wear for the match. I signed the contract, scanned it into my computer so I’d have a copy, put it into the return envelope and mailed it later that day.

I looked at the thong and imagined wearing it in front of a crowd of women while wrestling Cory. I got hard thinking about it.

Three days later Margot called and we agreed on a day and time.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I was exactly on time. I knocked three times on the side door of the “gym,” paused, then two more times as instructed. I wore the thong under my slacks.

Margot opened the door to greet me. I was stunned by her appearance. She was wearing a black leather corset with her tits exposed, black G-string, long black leather gloves, and thigh-high, spike-heeled boots. Talk about setting the tone. I was speechless. I was wishing I’d be wrestling her again.

She said, “Come in. We’re especially excited to watch you grapple again.” I entered the room and followed Margot toward the ring. My attention was focused on Margot’s bare ass as she sauntered in front of me. My cock responded. I almost didn’t notice the increase in crowd noise as we approached the ring.

I finally took my eyes off her and looked around the room. There must’ve been over 100 women seated at candlelit tables around three corners of the ring.

My heart raced.

The tables were set up on tiers so each table had a clear view. Four muscular, cocktail waiters wearing pink bikini briefs, pink socks, and pink tennis shoes were serving drinks and entertaining the members. These guys were chiseled. The women loved watching them weave through tables carrying their serving trays just above their shoulders. The waiters were treated with the same kind of disrespect men often show toward waitresses – intimidating stares at their crotches, looks up and down, a pat on the ass, an “accidental” crotch rub, etc. The waiters played with it. They knew the effect they had on the women and they knew why they were there. Everyone was having fun in a very sexually charged environment.

A little panic set in since I had no idea the audience would be so large. Fear was all I felt at that moment. Having four other guys there only served to increase the pressure to win.

I noticed the mural on that long wall again, portraying two boxers. They each had an obvious hard-on that formed large tents in their shorts. Soft spotlights were illuminating the art piece against an otherwise dark wall. One guy is throwing a body punch and the other guy is doubled over, obviously in pain. Who knows why their cocks are hard? Maybe they’re gay. Maybe they’re excited because they’re fighting in front of women. There’s just something strangely erotic about that mural – especially in a women-only sex fight club.

That’s when it occurred to me why I accepted this fight. The money was reason enough, but that wasn’t the real reason. The real reason was that living on the wild side was too exciting to deny. My fear was escalating, and so was my arousal.

We got to the ring and there was Cory, waiting for me under the bright lights just inside the ropes. She was staring down at me as she slowly strutted back and forth from one corner of the ring to the other. She wore a tattered, faux leather halter top and matching loincloth. She wore no makeup. She doesn’t need any. She’s a magnificent, natural beauty and she looked stunning in her cavewoman outfit. Any second thoughts somehow magically disappeared as a wave of lust welled over me. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.

Cory said, “You’re not going to wrestle in that I hope. You’re wearing the thong, right?”

“Yes,” I said.

She said, “Well let’s see it, big boy. We all want to see you in your pretty little green thong before I strip you of it.”

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