I step into the warm oil, feel it ooze between my toes. I am dressed in the tiniest metallic gold bikini, the fabric straining mightily to win the battle to contain my orbs and the side tie string bikini bottom flirtily threatening to provide fleeting glance at my barely covered womanhood.
My heart is full of joy, yet racing as well, for across from me confidently stands this gorgeous, perfect Japanese beauty wearing the skimpiest white bikini. Japan Panther, my dear friend from home, my partner, and today my skilled opponent.
I survey and admire every inch of her perfect body glistening under the lights, admire how the lip gloss she applied sparkles and makes her lips look wet. Marvel at how her hair as always is done up perfectly. And my nipples harden at the thought of uglying the sexy bitch up a bit once we are locked in battle.

We've always competed for top billing at our Tokyo fight club, and for attention wherever we go together. We've also developed a strong friendship and mutual respect born from years of hard fought battles.
I am thrilled to have her as my tag team partner, but we each realize every team
needs a captain. And what better way to settle this than an oil match??
My heart skips a beat as I mentally picture writhing around in oil, my body pressed against her perfect body as we settle this in oil. The thought of beating this ferocious panther and making her purr like a kitten drives me to distraction. And what comes next won't help.
In traditional fashion, I lovingly apply oil to her bikini-clad body, along her toned thighs, over perfectly curves hips, along her toned flanks. Then pause and smile before tackling the task of oiling up her upper body. I linger to stroke her taut belly and perfectly perky breasts, loving how she feels as much as I enjoy her hands sharing similar affections with my own body.
We step back and admire our handiwork, and I am impressed by her perfect body shimmering under the lights.
We give each other a long hug, and just before we are done I slide my hands down Japan Panther's back and grab her gorgeous, apple-shaped ass. I give it a squeeze and whisper playfully in her ear, "I have so missed kicking your sexy ass!" Her eyes flash with anger and determination at my playful boast, then open with surprise when I give her perfect ass a light spank.
We retreat to our corners, ready to establish who's captain..