Leah sighed as she looked herself over in the mirror. The last week was a blur and she was not sure how she ended up in this spot. Leah was a sophomore in college and was struggling to pay tuition. She was a busy student and didn't have time in her schedule to fit in a job with regular hours. She knew she was not going to be able to afford to continue at school if she didn't come up with some sort of solution. That's when she and her friend Kasie had gone to a frat party and made a really bad decision while drinking a little bit too much vodka. She had been talking with some of the frat guys, and one of them mentioned to her that they were starting up a wrestling league at their frat house. Every Friday night, there would be a bikini wrestling match between two girls. They would bring in a professional referee to make sure the fight didn't get out of hand and nobody got hurt. They would also hire security to make sure none of the frat guys would touch the girls, or take any photos. They paid a lot of money to purchase a wrestling ring to place in their basement so that some of the guys who were on the wrestling team could practice. But the ring was a lot more money than they expected, so they decided starting some Friday night bikini fights would be a great way to bring money back in. They would charge college students $50 to watch, with a maximum of 100 in the audience. The girls would each get $500 per fight, with the winner getting an additional $250. The fights would be friendly in nature, and the fighters would not be expected to have any skill. Just rolling around in a bikini would be all that was required. They also agreed to a sponsorship for the fights, with the sponsor company providing the attire for the wrestlers.
Leah thought this was an amazing way to earn a lot of money. She didn't love the idea of facing off against a stranger in front of a bunch of college guys while in a bikini, but this was the easiest way for her to make the money necessary to continue going to school. Her and Kasie quickly agreed to the proposal, and signed a contract that they didn't bother reading. She figured it was mostly about making sure the frat was covered in the event of an accidental injury and that she would wear the outfit provided. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she wished she had looked at it a little closer. Leah had never worn a thong bikini in her life, and now she was about to go out in front of 100 drunk guys with her butt hanging out for everyone to ogle. She knew she was attractive and was fine dressing in slutty outfits at parties, but this was different. The pink thong went up her butt and left nothing to the imagination. She was glad she was freshly waxed, because the front didn't have much more coverage. The top was two triangles, barely covering her mid-size boobs. She figured the sponsor would be some sort of athletic company, but it turned out to be a local raunchy lingerie company, and she was mortified about how much of herself she was showing off.
A knock came on the door, and Kasie walked in. The Asian sophomore looked at Leah. "Damn," she said. "You look amazing." Kasie was telling the truth, but she was also terrified because she realized that when it was her turn to fight next week, she would probably be wearing something similar. Leah muttered a thank you, and asked if it was time. Kasie said it was, and the two girls walked out the door, and descended the steps to the basement.
As Leah emerged, music was blaring and every head turned towards her. 100 pairs of eyes were staring wide at her. The brunette gulped, and walked towards the ring, trying to maintain some composure. She climbed two of the steps to enter the ring, and then froze. Leah had assumed her opponent would be another college girl with a similar physique and experience. What she saw in the ring made her heart drop. Her opponent looked to be about 300 pounds, and maybe 50 years old. She was wearing sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt. No part of her was attractive. Her red hair hung over her face, but Leah could see her eyes, which were glaring daggers at her. It was clear that this woman had no interest in rolling around and having fun. Leah was instantly sure that her opponent just wanted to hurt her. She started to turn and maybe leave, when one of the guys she had talked to at the party walked up to her.
"I'm guessing you didn't read the contract very clearly," the guy stated. Leah had talked to this guy for maybe 20 minutes, and now realized that she didn't even know his name. "The contract says that you will face whichever opponent we want you to. And that any attempt to leave the ring before a pinfall or being knocked unconscious would result in you not getting paid anything. Not only that, but because all these people paid good money to watch you fight, you would need to pay the $5,000 to reimburse the cost of their tickets, plus whatever money they spent on alcohol."
Leah knew she was screwed. She needed the money and didn't have $5,000 to reimburse them. She turned back without saying anything and climbed into the ring. She was met by catcalls and whistled when she bent over to go through the ropes. She became extremely aware of how much of her body was on display. She knew that any kind of excessive movement was going to reveal a lot more than she wanted to, and she realized that in all likelihood there was going to be no way to avoid it. She swallowed and faced her opponent.
"Please," Leah said. I'll lie down on the mat and you can pin me. You'll win the fight and get the extra $250. I just want to get my money and go home. This was not what I signed up for. Please let me go."
Her opponent's glare slowly turned into a smile. She shook her head slowly, and then took a couple steps towards Leah.
To be continued....
