"You seem like a girl who need a strict daddy."

She blush at your comments as you scan the other campers. They all oblivious to what you said to the pretty blonde who hands were slowly and softly massaging your legs. Izzy in the corner working herself into the zone.

Dakota left with a tiny smirk. Your words have the effect that you wanted on her. She went to the center of the wrestling canvas to ring the bell. Her eyes met Izzy and than yours. Her hand signals for the match to start.

You lick your lips bouncing out of the corner like a rabbit. You step to the middle to waits on Izzy. Your plan were unraveling inside of your intelligence mind. Izzy walking over with her fists up in a fighting stance. Her bright green eyes never leaving yours.

Owen said from the crowd, to get on Izzy good side again. "Come on Izzy. Gives his body a pounding." He took the words from your lips you thought to yourself.