JENNA
The man did not fit in with the rest of the clientele. Jenna noticed right away. It was a high end bar, but this man was even more polished than the rest of the people at the bar. He was also quiet and self-assured. She leaned forward with a smile and asked him for his order. He didn't look down at her massive cleavage, exposed in a way that got her better tips. He looked straight into her eyes and ordered a Macallan 25, neat.
She reached for the liquor on the top shelf, making sure her ass was in full view. And she gave him a heavy pour. The drink was 47 dollars. He gave her a 100 dollar bill and told her to keep it.
As the crowd thinned out and he nursed his third drink with ease and no evidence of inebriation, he asked her where she was from. She laughed at the question and reported that she was an army brat. He smiled a warm smile at her and she felt a warmth between her legs. He was good looking and very slick.
As the clock moved closer to closing time, Jerry, the security guard, came to the bar. "Hey Jenny," he said, "I may need you in a few, I think i have a live one and, well, you know."
Jenna smiled at Jerry.
The man looked at her and raised his eyebrows.
She said, "Yeah, when there are female patrons who are disruptive, Jerry asks me to deal with them to keep him out of trouble."
There were three other female bartenders working that evening. "Why not one of your co-workers?" asked the man.
Jenna shrugged. "When you're army brat, you are never the most popular girl in school. So you learn how to handle yourself."
He eyed the telltale scar on the upper part of her cleavage of her right breast--the first time he ever looked at her well-endowed and attention-getting chest. He then noticed the faint scar under her left eye.
"Scars from fights?" he asked.
"The telltale signs of war." she smiled awkwardly.
The patrons left without needing Jenna's assistance.
"I find you very attractive." the man said boldly.
Jenna smiled again, "Thank you, honestly, it's mutual."
An hour later they were in his hotel room and fucking wildly.
As the dust settled he asked, "Would you ever fight for money?"
She turned and said, "Like MMA?"
He laughed, "Not that organized."
"Oh, like go beat someone up for you?"
Laugh again. "More organized than that."
"Depends." she replied. "How much, who and the rules?"
He nodded. "Let's go to sleep, we can talk more in the morning."
She fucked him twice more than night. And when morning came, he explained that he was a recruiter for a very exclusive group of people who enjoyed watching men or women fight. His job was to find women who would be competitive in the "league" and he thought she would be a good choice. Fights would not be more frequent than every other month, and she would be paid anywhere between fifty and two hundred thousand dollars per fight.
The money was a number she had never heard in her life and when he showed her pictures of some of the women he had recruited, she agreed immediately. She won her first three fights handily. She made a little over 175 thousand dollars for the first three fights.
ABBY
The blonde groaned with pleasure as her body shook with the thrusting from the guy's big cock. SHe was really enjoying this hookup and really liked this guy. The door burst open to the bedroom and there stood a strikingly attractive latina about Abby's size and age. Abby knew right away that there was no elegant way out of this. They went to war. The latina was a wildcat but Abby was a tough-as-nails bitch and beat her up badly.
The latina left with her tail between her legs and Abby fucked the guy again. As she rolled off of him, he asked her if she ever considered fighting for money....
She asked what he was talking about...
SIX MONTHS LATER
Abby had won her first three fights and her contact came to her and said, "I've got a 150 thousand dollar fight for you if you want it. Nude, no rules, against this woman:" and he showed her a picture.
Jenna was shown a picture of Abby and given the same offer.
Both women agreed. The fight was set.
