About the carrying you thing...

"So... about me carrying you offstage and all..." Your cheeks color a little, it was just a 'in the moment' thing, but the way she reacted was so intense you had to check, "did you... like it?"

"Uhh, yeah!" she says, surprising you a little. "I mean, it was a complete mess, and you just... lifted me like a princess. Did you see the picture of it?" You shake your head, and she pulls out her phone.

"They put this out like an hour after, look at us!" Kali nearly squeaks as she passes you the phone, and when you look you can see why. The photo is of you, bottomless, sweaty, exhausted. Your brown hair is a tangled mess around your shoulders, your white skin glistening under the spotlight. Cradled in your arms is Kali, her torn leotard hanging from her crotch as your hands grip her meaty backside. She looks just as messed up as you do, but her eyes make the difference. The shot was taken when her eyes were crossed, and her open mouth makes it look like she's completely broken.

The title on the bottom of the picture is 'The winner claims her prize.' That phrase sends a tingle of lust down your spine. "Whoever made that title is really fucking horny."

"hehe, yeah... they probably are." She switches subjects really quickly, "Did you watch the other fights from that night?"

"No, why?" you ask, and she picks up a remote, "There was some really good ones, here I was watching." She hits the rewind, and you spend the next hour watching everything aside from your match. It was good, but the glances she was stealing of you the whole time was better.