New competition, old rules!
Dear members, you can bet on the winner again!
But you don't decide who wins.
The fight is a best of 3, no toys.
Just Vanessa, me and what our bodies have to offer!
The bonus for winning a sex fight against a young woman was too tempting.
I didn't really want to get in the ring anymore, but $ 5,000 can make you jump over your own shadow again.
Now I'm standing in this musty changing room in my sexiest swimsuit and there is a knock on the door.
A woman's voice calls out
"Okay Anne! It's your turn, come in the ring!"
Take another deep breath and open the door.
Step out into the corridor and make my way.
"She is only 23 years old and weighs a ridiculous 107 lbs, this fight should be won"
I think to myself as I walk into the hall with the spectators.
There is polite applause.
Being the darling of the audience sounds different.
The people will probably receive the young woman frenetically.
Anyway, I'm determined to teach her a lesson. Leave the flip flops at the foot of the stairs and climb barefoot through the ropes into the ring. As politely as the audience received me, I wave to the crowd as politely.
Look briefly to the left and right, and then decide on the corner with the blue ring pad.
I calmly lean my 145 lbs, spread over 5'9 "tall against the cushion, waiting for the one who thinks she can defeat me in a sex fight.