I bob up and down on my toes and swing my arms back and forth loosening up. There's already a light sheen of perspiration on my body partly from the bright hot lights and part from the nervous tension I'm feeling. My heart starts beating even faster when I see the announcer suddenly appear and move to the center of the pit with a mic in hand. He beckons for us to join him there. I quickly stride to the center, my eyes on you the whole way. Even though he is talking, introducing us to the crowd and explaining the very few rules I don't look at him, not even for a second. I never take my eyes off you. My eyes lock with yers. He sticks the mic in yer face and you call me *lucky* again, this time in front of everybody!! As the crowd gasps and then starts to laugh from yer smart ass remark my face flushes deep red and my fists ball and I take a quick step toward you. But the announcer blocks me with his body and stops me with his free hand. Now the mic is shoved in my face. "I guess Bridgette forgot how I made her BEG and CRY like a blonde bitch right here in this pit! Well she's gonna get a reminder and this time it will be even worse!" Now the crowd's cheers are for me and the laughter is for you. "And I promise that she's gonna be naked real soon but that probly won't bother her. Yer used to stripping, aren't ya, Bridge?" I push the mic away and keep glaring at you with my fists balled and every muscle in my body tense and ready to go. Yt