Alexis is now a member of an exclusive women-only fight club...this part one of Chapter Six of Untamed Rivalry: Scenes from A Female Fight Club see my profile for details of Alexis Diletti & Ellis Kent the author
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CHAPTER 06: RIVALRY REKINDLED
Re-acquaintance
Alexis knew Manhattan well from filming both fights and modeling, but mainly from her work. She was relieved not to have to be spending a lot of time with Midtown lawyers during this trip, and was also looking forward to seeing Suki again. They had emailed and talked a lot on the phone and had long video chats into the night. On a recent business trip, Suki had even spent her birthday evening talking to Alexis rather than joining Birgit and colleagues for dinner out. They were making the best of a long distance relationship.
Of course, learning more about The Club and the likelihood of some spectacular erotic encounters was also high on Alexis’ agenda. There was something else gnawing at her. Would she see Karen? How close would they be? How intense would the desire to meet with her and to take their duel to the next level be? The end of the year seemed an eternity to have to wait before consummating their enmity. Still she would abide by The Club rules.
Having collected her luggage at Terminal 5 at JFK, she made her way towards the exit. She was expecting to join the line for the cabs to take her to the funky, trendy Midtown hotel where Birgit and Suki were staying. Near the exit, she saw a familiar figure, head slightly inclined and wearing dark glasses although it was 11pm. Like a limo driver, she held a sign with the legend “B.G. Alexis”. As Alexis got closer, she could see that Suki was smiling, amused at the surprise she was springing. The smile broadened as Alexis reached her and they kissed deeply.
Alexis whispered warmly, “What a lovely surprise. The Bitch-Goddess is pleased to see you.”
Smiling, Suki responded, “Oh! B.G. is for birthday girl. You told me the date when we spoke on my birthday. It’s the day after tomorrow, and I promise we’ll go somewhere special.”
Alexis kissed her again as a reward for her playful jeu d’esprit. Suki was such a beguiling combination of style and wit. Taking one of her bags, Suki led her to a waiting stretch limo. She apologized for the vulgarity of the vehicle but explained it was the only way to enjoy some privacy on the ride to into the city.
Obedient to her Command
In order to avoid the crowds, the next day Alexis and Suki visited MOMA and the Neue Gallerie opposite the Metropolitan. Then they cruised amongst the bustling Saturday boutiques on Madison. Suki noted that nowhere on earth, except for the City of London, did religion and Mammon co-exist so closely as at the north end of Fifth Avenue with its cluster of gothic style churches dotted amongst the luxury brand stores.
Returning to the hotel via lunch in the Oyster Bar in Grand Central Station the couple started to prepare for the evening’s entertainment. Suki went to her tablet and logged into The Club site, as did Alexis lying next to her on the bed.
“Received any interesting messages recently?” Suki enquired, half expecting the response. She hoped that she had not. Although Suki was a high-ranking member, admittedly largely due to her relationship to Birgit and Beatrice, her fame continued to recede the longer she failed to fight in the arena. Ironically, the technology she had introduced gave greater notoriety to women who had fought recently and whose prowess was on video. There was no video record of her many classic fights from the pre-recording era of The Club.
Alexis assumed a satisfied expression: “Well, there seem to be several members keen to meet me while I am here. Do you want to take a look?”
She handed her tablet across to Suki who scanned through the various compliments and propositions. Suki clicked on the message thread from a member called Katsumi.
Alexis,
I loved watching you against Karen. I was a fan before you joined our club and now even more so. I have all your films. Will you be in Manhattan for this weekend’s event? I would very much like to meet you and perhaps you would like to meet me.
I think we could compete well together in a private bout, or perhaps just enjoy each other’s company. Check out my profile, it think you will find it stimulating.
Katsumi
Without waiting to see the reply, Suki clicked on the hyperlink to Katsumi’s homepage. She studied the images of the attractive Japanese-American in silence. The bio somewhat mirrored her own. She was an Ivy League graduate, probably in her late twenties or early thirties who had already sold a tech start-up and was clearly free to indulge in whatever interested her. There were photos of her engaged in Japanese martial arts together with pictures of her locked up against a variety of women in pussy-to-pussy combat. One image of Katsumi enjoying a victory ride on a highly toned black woman caught her attention.
Trying to sound neutral, Suki turned to Alexis and said, “Sexy isn’t she?” She successfully suppressed sounding jealous. She wasn’t just jealous of Alexis’ interest in Katsumi, she was jealous that Alexis was receiving fan mail. Suki had been a leading Club member for years but Alexis’ commercially available catfights and sexfights meant she was better known. Suki wanted at least equal respect from the members! She needed to fight in the arena again. She made a mental note to get an arena fight as soon as she could find the right opponent. She would love to take Karen, but Alexis had already claimed her!
Wanting to make it clear that any fight would be at Suki’s choice, Alexis took the tablet and opened the response she had sent to Katsumi and gave it to Suki to read.
Katsumi
I am very flattered by your offer to meet during the event this weekend. However, my companion Suki must have a say as she invited me to spend time with her. I will pass on your message.
Thank you for your kind comments. I hope we meet sometime soon, whatever Suki decides!
Alexis x
Alexis had sent Katsumi a link to Suki’s homepage. By sheer coincidence, there was the ping of an incoming email on Suki’s tablet. She picked it up and opened the message.
Dearest Suki
Have you decided to cede Alexis to me this weekend? If she likes someone half-Asian I am sure she will love the real deal.
I have decided not to take “no” for an answer.
You look hot from your club bio and I heard you used to be a great sexfighter. Therefore, even though I am younger and sexier than you are, I accept your challenge. I also understand from my friend Akira that you speak Japanese well. Therefore, you’ll know my name, Katsumi, is a prediction for what will happen if we have to decide this physically.
Lots of love
Katsumi
Suki was visibly tensing with anger. She handed the tablet to Alexis who read the message and then asked, “OK, so what does Katsumi mean, Miss Asian linguist?” There was a slight pique in her voice, betraying her irritation at Katsumi’s compliment to Suki.
Mechanically, Suki turned to Alexis, her thoughts already on the response to Katsumi, “It means victorious beauty.” Pausing she added, “She is beautiful. I think she would make a beautiful offering to the Bitch-Goddess.” She was referring to Alexis’ command to “slaughter a slut before her in hot-blooded combat.” Clearly excited at the prospect, Suki embraced Alexis, saying hurriedly, “I want this so much.”
The excitement of the prospect of an imminent fight replaced her previous feeling of jealousy. She wasn’t just doing this for Alexis but because she wanted the thrill of combat and a victory.
Suki’s feelings of rivalry melted as Alexis kissed her, and adopting her deity-like air of superiority added, “Befitting my role as goddess, I will be utterly neutral. You know I will reward only the most devout and ardent worshipper, that is the one who wants me enough to win.” Then slipping out of character, and her state of neutrality, Alexis whispered excitedly, “Beat her for me and we’ll do her together.”
On hearing this, Suki’s morale soared. She started to type a response. Resting her head on Suki’s shoulder, Alexis watched the words flow onto the screen. It was an invitation to fight, and to fight for the right to access. She was going to enjoy what her rival Karen had claimed to be enjoying for some time. The last time that this had happened to Alexis was at college. The words from Karen’s club bio stuck like pins in her. “There is nothing more exciting than taking a woman who has just fought to win you.” She was about draw even with her rival Karen with two club members fighting over her.
Alexis felt her moistness and started to throb. She decided to ride her desire for immediate relief and save her sexual energy for tonight’s excitement.
Dear Katsumi
“No” is my answer. If you want to dispute this, I suggest you meet me after the event tonight. I will ensure we have our own fighting chamber. This will be a private audience with Alexis alone. She will decide what rewards the victor merits.
Be warned bitch, I will put the meaning of your name to the test. I am going to keep you “beautiful” because I don’t enjoy taking spoiled meat. I promise you that the “victor” part of your name will not apply when I am finished with you.
Stay away from us until after the main event. We don’t want any premature detonations.
PS: On second thoughts, I might spoil you anyway and take you from behind!
Suki
Immediately after sending the message, Suki emailed Jayne White’s executive assistant, Jacqui, asking to reserve the small fighting chamber on the fifth floor of her apartment. The response came almost instantaneously. Jacqui would reserve a room for Suki – in return for filming rights for club distribution only. The room was set up to film with cameras that were heat-sensitive and state-of-the art audio. Suki was glad that they hadn’t asked for live audience rights. She wanted this to be an intimate session, just two rival suitors fighting in front of the object of their desire. This was to be her special birthday present to Alexis. However, Suki was pleased they would consider posting it for the members. Suki wanted a leading role and to get some footage on The Club intranet.
Brownstone Combat
By eight o’clock, Alexis and Suki were dressed and ready, looking every inch the Manhattan socialites. Alexis, was dressed in an off the shoulder, little black dress with some diamante trim, and Suki wore a slashed to the thigh evening dress and a black choker. They walked the four blocks from their hotel on Madison to the six-story brownstone between Park and Lexington that was Jayne White’s townhouse. The sweltering heat of the day had diminished greatly but there was no escape from the humidity. Suki realized she was likely to get a lot stickier later that evening.
Arriving at the house, Suki asked Jayne’s EA, Jacqui, whom she seemed to know well, to take her to the room for their private engagement. Emerging from the small elevator on the fifth floor Jacqui showed them into the room. Inside there was a ramp that rose around four feet and led into a circular fighting area about fifteen feet in diameter with sloping padded walls. At the back was a raised area on which there was a large throne like red leather padded chair, normally occupied by Jayne. This was to be the Bitch-Goddess’s throne for the evening.
On one side of the chair, there was a frame with various handcuffs and bindings from which to suspend a loser or an S&M inclined winner. On the other side, there was a matching red Mies van der Rohe daybed. All three women were excited at the thought of what was to happen here later. Jayne would be editing the fight for private consumption by the senior sponsors who saw everything, prior to wider release, to The Club members. They ascended to the sixth floor and made their way onto the north terrace with its view of the Chrysler Building.
Many of the twenty or so members attending had already gathered and were drinking cocktails served by well-attired professional waitresses who probably had no idea of what was to take place in the basement later. Even Natasha was for once moderately dressed, a dark blue off-the-shoulder number with matching nude peep-toe, sling-back shoes, showing her off-peak season Riviera tan. A few were wearing masks, as had been the case in Paris.
Several members came to talk to Alexis, and all had found her confrontation with Karen stimulating in different ways. The most common point of reference was how soon she and Karen had both known that they wanted to face each other in the “ultimate challenge.” There had never been a stud-fight at The Club, some members had heard of them but the novelty caused a real stir. Many found excuses to touch her, drawing sustenance from proximity to her, though Suki remained close and often draped an arm around her in an attempt to signal that she was closer than they were. Alexis occasionally looked around beyond her newfound fans. Suki knew Alexis was looking for Karen. Suki was looking for Katsumi. Ten minutes before the start, a small bell sounded to summon the members below for the main event.
On the way in, they passed a poster of each of the combatants. Mirka and Jana were both stunning looking. While they had spent a lot of time in the gym, they were feminine as befitted Central European beauties who earned a living by modeling and adult films. Their high Slavic cheekbones and clear bright eyes were redolent of Alexis' own Hungarian origins.
Suki explained that both were glamour models and both had done some sex- and catfighting. Mirka had done a couple for Jayne White’s studios in New York while Jana was a west coaster. Both had also appeared in upscale adult movies, the sort with obviously high production values and plots. Jana, the blonde, sported a bob that curled forward while Mirka’s brown hair was done in ringlets. Jana did look a little like Alexis, same body shape and size, though blonder and with blue rather than green eyes.
In addition to their rivalry over Natasha, the girls had been rivals for work since they had arrived from Hungary and the Czech Republic respectively. The girl at the welcome desk indicated a ribbon color and invited them to choose, blue for Jana and green for Mirka. Alexis immediately picked up the blue ribbon for Jana.
When Suki asked why, Alexis explained, "I expect Karen will be backing JW’s bitch.”
Suki too picked up Jana’s blue ribbon.
The basement room had been painted black. Two semi-circles of three-tiered seating, each comprising fifteen seats, stood on either side of a cream-colored stepped dais about six feet square at whose center there was a rectangular box about three feet high and a foot across. They took seats on the second tier so they could look down on the action. Suki leaned across to and whispered to Alexis that this was likely to be an endurance combat. There was a steel ring attached to each side of the rectangle. Four screens hung from the ceiling, one behind each bank of seating and two to the side, so that every angle was covered.
Alexis was scanning the audience. With only around twenty-five attendees, it did not take long to realize that Karen was not there.
Suki took Alexis’ hand knowingly and said, “You are disappointed, aren’t you.” The silence confirmed her insight. “Still, now you will be able to enjoy this fight with no distractions,” added Suki brightly.
“It’s more complicated than that,” answered Alexis after a pause.
At that moment, Jayne White entered the room. She was wearing a dark green evening dress.
“Ladies we have a special contest this evening. It is an endurance match for rights of access to Natasha.” At the mention of Natasha, there was a ripple of applause from the audience. “Mirka and Jana are two of the most robust and sexually driven members of this club.” Again, there was applause for the two contestants. As Alexis had predicted, there were a number of calls of Mirka’s name from Jayne White’s contingent.
Jayne continued, “The contest will consist of three ten minute rounds, and at the end if there has been no submission Natasha will choose a winner. The contestants have elected two styles of combat. Slapping and breast maul.” There was a brief silence, then murmurs of excitement followed further gentle applause. “The fighters will be linked together in a way that encourages continual contact and optimizes the distance for striking each other. Should a fighter drop the connection, her opponent will be given a free strike to the face.” Jayne’s hand raised for silence stilled the excited murmurs.
“The last element of the fight is at the specific request of the fighters; throughout their face-to-face confrontation they want to be taken from behind. This is intended both to prolong their excitement and aggression, and to prove to you all that they can really fuck and fight.” There was an audible gasp and then the warmest applause so far.
Again holding her hand for silence Jayne continued, “Natasha and I have selected two sexual pacemakers, members with enough understanding of sex and combat to keep them on the boil without pushing them over the edge.” Gesturing to the doors at either end of the room Jayne called in a calm, firm voice, “Bring in the contestants!”
The doors swung open and in strode Mirka and Jana, accompanied by Nadine and Jacqui, JW’s assistant. They wore short white robes that reminded Alexis of her favored attire for catfights a few years previously. The sight of those garments reminded her of an exciting fight she had had with a girl her own age and build in Chicago a few years back. It was the most requested film from that studio, now defunct. These women looked fantastic with their shapely legs, pert full breasts, unenhanced. Their faces showed a willingness to fight and they looked disdainfully at each other as they approached Jayne.
They stopped in front of her. “Ladies, show each other what you bring to the fight.” The two women, eyes fixed on each other, shrugged off their short gowns and handed them to Nadine and the JW girl. Around their middles hung a red strap with a ring that dangled above their pudenda.
Jayne continued, “You know why you are here and you are both ready to fight.”
There were silent nods. The reason for the combat then entered. Tanned and wearing only a black bikini top, Natasha strode up to the two women and kissed first Jana and then Mirka. Then reaching down she ran her middle finger through their pussies and smeared the head of her strap-on with their juices. She then retreated to the right side of the step-dais.
Jayne turned to the companions. "Please secure the contestants." Nadine and Jacqui led the two women to opposite sides of the step-dais. Each mounted the dais, and kneeling on it, their helpers latched red straps to the steel rings. Nadine then brought out a platted white leather strap with mouthpieces to bite down on. Mirka and Jana bared their teeth at each other as Nadine inserted the strap’s mouthpiece into their mouth. Any cry of pain or pleasure could cause the women to drop the strap and suffer a penalty blow.
Jayne clapped her hands, the doors opened and the pacemakers entered. Naked except for their strap-ons were Galadriel X, the adult movie star, and Karen! Jayne gestured for each to take up position behind a fighter. Karen was to take Jana, and in anticipation gathered her blond bob into her right hand. She looked across to Galadriel who was assuming the same position with Mirka. Jayne made a request to the audience: “Ladies, a round of applause for an established star of all our screens who needs no introduction and a new favorite of our club, Karen.”
Alexis had stiffened in her chair at the sight of her foe. The praise galled her, as did the strutting arrogance of the redhead. At that moment, Karen was pushing deep into Jana and sharing knowing looks with Galadriel X. (Galadriel was also a favorite of her friend R. Having watched her in action in a winner-fucks-loser contest with him, Alexis had confessed that she too found her very “hot”. In the flesh, she was even more so.) Mirka raised her head up and back. She moaned as Galadriel sank to the hilt. The star leaned forward and gently bit Mirka's shoulder.
Taking her cue from Galadriel, Karen pushed fully home and drew a gasp from Jana. She stylishly ran her tongue along the side of the blonde’s neck. The leather thong drew tight each time one of them responded to the stimulus from behind, pulling the opponent towards the recipient of the thrust. With both women fully impaled, it was time for the fight to begin.
Jayne raised a hand and spoke. “Ladies, you know the terms because you set them. There will be three segments of ten minutes. The fighting styles are confined to slapping and breast mauling in segments one and two respectively. Each time you drop the thong there will be a forfeit of a slap to the face or breast. You will not use the thong in the final round. The winner will be by submission or, failing that, selection by Natasha.”
Suki looked at Alexis. She was transfixed at the sight of Karen. The confident arrogance with which Karen was using Jana and her clear rapport with Galadriel brought out her competitive streak. Alexis imagined swapping places with Galadriel and facing Karen over that step-dais and in a different competition altogether. It would be a competitive fuck-to-exhaustion contest.
Her mind raced. Each would have three women to exhaust. Alexis imagined how, eyes locked with each other, they would move down the line, bringing each woman to orgasm as quickly and powerfully as possible. As the kneeling women slumped to the floor in exhaustion, Alexis pictured herself and Karen each rutting their last woman. In her fantasy, she savored the intensity of the competition to be the first to finish all three women. All the while, they would be looking intently into each other's eyes. She could feel the exhilaration as she brought her last woman to drop.
In her fantasy, Alexis saw herself withdraw her glistening shaft, triumphant and erect as Karen, a few seconds after, finished her last woman. She and Karen now faced-off. Their sweat-sheened, nipples stood erect, they were panting, wet shafts standing proud. She knew they would still find the energy to take each other, in a fight or sexfight. The immediate sound of a bitch-slap broke her reverie, though not the intensity with which she gazed at Karen.
Down at the dais the fight had now commenced. Jana and Mirka were slapping each other's face in an orchestrated way, taking care not to drop the leather thong, which each blow to the head threatened to pull from their mouths. The need to bite down hard on the leather lent a particularly feral nature to the women’s appearance. Galadriel and Karen were holding their positions deep in the women, and the primal nature of the face slapping twisted their mouths too as they became ever more part of the struggle of their mounts.
It was then the contact happened. Karen glanced up into the audience and caught Alexis’ gaze. The only acknowledgment was a slight curl of her upper lip, a slight toss of her auburn curls and a haughty lifting of her head. However, as a direct result of her rival’s presence she could not stop herself from increasing the tempo with which she was moving in and out of Jana. Galadriel indicated to Karen to slow down with a downward move of her hand.
Alexis’ hands clenched. She felt Suki’s hand on her knee and her friend whispered, “Not now, but soon…” The end of the year would not come soon enough for Alexis. Karen now concentrated on her role, avoiding direct eye contact but occasionally glancing in Alexis’ direction.
After eight minutes, Jana and Mirka slowed the pace. So far, neither had dropped the cord. The grunting caused by both the effort of hitting and taking blows, had become a dull staccato punctuation to the encounter. Their numbness lessened the pain, as did the deliberately engineered lust from the probing shafts. Galadriel and Karen picked up the pace and the slaps fell faster and harder until JW signaled the end of the segment by bringing down her riding crop hard on the leather.
Jana and Mirka dropped the cord and, Karen and Galadriel, led them round to the opposite side of the dais for the benefit of the audience. Again, Karen glanced up at Alexis and locked eyes, while she grabbed her black cock and squeezed hard, making her aggressive sexual intentions clear to the blond spectator. In the opposite tier of seats, Alexis noticed that Birgit and Beatrice had registered Karen’s semi-challenge. Mirka and Jana repositioned themselves and Nadine reinserted the white leather thong into their mouths. Galadriel and Karen eased themselves back into position. Karen looked over her shoulder at Alexis as she drove her shaft home, again the meaning clear. No equivalent response was available to Alexis and she felt disadvantaged in this war of threatening gestures.
Two pairs of full and firm breasts jutted across the divide. Mirka and Jana raised their hands like claws, ready to seize the other as soon as JW’s riding crop hit the cream leather. It did so seconds later and the hands found purchase on breasts, each woman boldly proffering her own to the delight of the audience. Each wanted to show her rival that she was not afraid. After a few minutes, strangled cries of pain and effort, similar to the noise of aggressive lovemaking, issued from the combatants. Sweat stood out on their muscled bodies. Jana broke her grip in order to focus on Mirka’s erect nipples, squeezing hard between forefinger and thumb. Mirka reared back in pain and sought the same hold on her opponent. From crushing nipples, the pair reverted to a crushing breast hold. Neither cried out or dropped the leather thong. At last, the sound of the crack of the whip on leather mercifully ended the round. Loud applause swiftly acknowledged the endurance of the fighters.
The fighters again changed sides of the dais. The thong left aside, the women now faced each other able to speak.
Jana rubbed her slightly fuller breasts and larger nipples and said to Mirka, “Thanks for getting me toned up, bitch. I am getting horny thinking about tonight with Natasha.”
Mirka retorted that she was right to be horny, as she was going to let her watch as she and Natasha made love for a whole week. The riding crop descended and the free-form fight started with both combatants slapping and trash-talking, giving their breasts time to recover from the mauling. It seemed as though there would be no clear winner, as each gave as well as she took.
To confirm that there would be no outright winner, Natasha walked up to join JW near the action. Her presence had an electrifying effect on the fight. Slaps rained on faces, and as she neared the dais, both women returned to the breast maul. Their looks of determination made clear they were in a frenzy to win Natasha’s favors. When Natasha shouted at them to show her who wanted it more, they both reared up and leaned into each other. Random cries of “She’s mine, I want Natasha more, she needs a real woman,” interspersed with insults, rent the air. Natasha stroked her cock, obviously charged by the ferocity of what she was watching. Karen and Galadriel were working at a fast pace while careful not to impede the combat. At the crack of the whip on the leather, neither woman would release the other.
Sharp blows from JW’s whip made them let go of each other. As they did so, Jana fetched Mirka a resounding slap across the face. It would now be Natasha’s decision. It is possible that Jana’s spiteful bitch-slap had proved to Natasha that she really did want it more. Natasha brought her shaft round to point at Jana. Throwing her head back, she gripped her strap-on with both hands as the sensors detected her orgasm and sent a shower of artificial semen over Jana’s face and breasts, followed by several further generous spurts. A few gouts caught Karen’s right breast, which she duly massaged, engorging the nipple as she rubbed the juice in.
Karen and Alexis had resumed eye contact. Karen was half-focused on Alexis while pounding Jana, obeying Natasha’s growled command to “give it to her.” As she rode the jubilant Jana, Karen noticed that Alexis had exposed her pussy to her, signaling her acknowledgement of the challenges offered. It was this, as much as the intensely sexual combat and climaxes of Jana and Natasha, which finally sent Karen over the edge. She withdrew as she came, coating Jana’s pert bottom with white semen-substitute. Karen then pointed her strap-on towards her rival and spurted in Alexis’ direction, rather than coming over Jana, as she should have done. Beatrice and Birgit noted this and exchanged knowing looks.
Across the dais, Mirka looked disconsolate, although Galadriel was whispering in her ear that Natasha had asked her to provide consolation to the runner-up. Mirka whispered back that she would have fought as hard for a night with her and the two kissed, Galadriel still deeply embedded in her from behind. Alexis leaned across to Suki and whispered how much she would like one of the sensor strap-ons. She added playfully how much she hoped she would be able to soak a winner in the near future. Suki smiled and said knowingly that birthdays were for gifts, or rather for offerings to placate the Bitch-Goddess.
Scanning the audience Suki mused aloud to Alexis, “I am wondering where Katsumi is, although I did ask her to keep her distance, so perhaps she is outside – or has she chickened out?” Perhaps Katsumi was one of the masked women opposite. It was difficult to tell. Suki, aroused by the confrontation in front of her, Suki could not help but think about her own need for release in a fight. Alexis added, “I hope she is here. I will feel both insulted by her and deprived of some more excitement. I don’t want Karen to be the only one to have fucked a winner today!”
Suddenly, Alexis felt soft lips and warm breath on her neck, and a low, whispering voice said, “You are so beautiful and your winner is here. I want to win my soaking.”
Katsumi had been sitting behind them throughout the combat, having silently entered through a rear door. Katsumi was part of JW’s entourage and a regular visitor to the house and knew the layout well. “I hope it won’t be too upsetting for Suki to lose to a better woman.”
Suki stood up and turned, ready to strike. Katsumi anticipated the blow and caught her hand.
Having watched the contest, everyone in the room seemed highly charged. Alexis put her hand between the two women, who were still testing their strength. “Save this for upstairs.” She was gratified when she looked down at the arena to see Karen looking up. JW was at her side explaining, no doubt, that two members were going to fight over Alexis in an upstairs room.
Karen had enjoyed her role today but she knew she envied Alexis the privilege of watching two such sexy-looking women fight over her. She admitted to herself that Alexis was keeping pace with her in The Club. The comments in the intranet regarding their initiation fight, divided evenly between them, with many members neutral, just enjoying the rivalry. She turned and followed Natasha and her entourage out of the room.
Suki hissed at Katsumi, “Let’s take this to the fighting chamber now, slut.” Katsumi’s bobbed hair now had a blond streak in it. The blond flash had not been in her Club site profile. Alexis recognized the hair color as her own. She was flattered. This was what it must be like to be a goddess or at least a Club star.
She liked it.
