Blue Room match

The space behind the door is the size of a closet, or perhaps a particularly small changing room. In the rush of the moment you do not notice it right away, only after you have shut the door close behind you, but then it is flushing over the more sensitive skin on your face in an instant. It is hot. Not just a little hot, and as you are reaching forth with your right hand towards the door in front of you, that has neither handle nor nob, you can feel the heat radiating from there. What ever this Blue Room is, it must be a sauna or some sort of that.

As you are looking down on yourself, the tightly clinging bikini on your already with perspiration outbreaking body, the choice of attire is beginning to make sense in one more way than the initial thought that has crossed your mind back in the preparation room.

'Come down' you try to call yourself back from panicking. Even without laying your hand above your chest, you can tell that your heart is racing as if after a sprint, and the match hasn't even begun. You try to think back to Tamara. Clearly she did know what is lying ahead of you when she was telling you to go for the Blue Room. 'It can't be that bad' you keep telling yourself, again and again trying to calm yourself down, with albeit not truly satisfying results. And then the door in front of you is sliding open ...

Even though your legs are not moving an inch, the sensation of running into a solid wall is all you can feel in that initial moment, as an incredible wave of heat is rushing towards you. Not just heat, but humidity as well. You've never been to a sauna this hot and wet, and now they are expecting of you to compete in this environment somehow?

Only now you are beginning to realise that you haven't seen anything, too overwhelming is the heat rushing over every pore of your body. But the bright light illuminating the space ahead has robbed you momentarily of your sight as well, leaving you like the famous deer staring into headlights for too many long moments.

Once your eyes are beginning to make out first details of the Blue Room, your mind is struggling to process the information being fed to it however. The floor in front of you is an unnaturally bright blue, with no furniture on it. Perhaps five or six steps would bring you from your end of the room towards ... only now you are noticing there at the opposite another girl. Your opponent!

She is standing there visibly just as disoriented as you are feeling. The first two prominent features you are noting are her bright green bikini, and her long blonde hair. Unlike Tamara she is wearing hers open, and for a moment you are thinking it is too blonde to be a natural colour.

The thought does not have time to be chased any further however, as you are beginning to realise that the room's walls are not straight. All around you they are extending upwards at an angle, making the room growing wider towards its ceiling. The walls are probably too steep to climb, so you are wondering what the purpose might be ... until your eyes are finding the ceiling above you, or lack there of.

At least five dozen people are standing above you! And some are ... floating? No, that cannot be right. An embarrassing long moment later, that you are going to attribute to the heat and nervousness rushing through your every brain cell, you are putting two and two together. The people are not floating of course, but the ceiling is glass! The sloped walls are not there for the contestants to climb up, but so that more spectators from above can watch at the same time.

Gosh, this is really happening ...

You are forcing your gaze back onto the girl opposite of you, who in turn is staring up towards the ceiling now, seemingly just as fixated on it as you were a moment prior. But her attention is caught just as yours is when a loud voice is filling the Blue Room all the sudden.

"Aaaaaaand here are our two contestants for the first match of our first round of this evening, facing one another in the Blue Room. There in the green bikini we have Maisie, and opposite wearing violet is John. Give an applause for both, will you!"

While the cheering crowd above you is erupting, some quiet part in the back of your mind is noticing that the female announcer voice must be coming over a hidden speaker you cannot see, as the applause above you is sounding a little muted through the glass ceiling, unlike that cheerful voice ...

"Now, for our two contestants, Maisie and John. Would the two of you please step forward onto the edge of your small platform, so that the doors may close behind you?"

Your eyes are darting downwards. The blue floor earned only a brief glance previously, but now that you are staring down onto it, something feels off. As you are taking two cautious, slow steps forward towards the edge of the platform as instructed, your left foot's toes are stepping over the edge and onto the unnaturally blue ground ... which is no ground at all ...!

Wet. This is some sort of pool! Although ... no, it cannot be water, it is too ... different?

One confusing thought is chasing another in your mind, and you are only being pulled out of it when you are hearing the door closing shut behind you again. Not just the door you have walked through, but a second you haven't noticed before, to seal the sloped wall perfectly as well. Now you are standing on a tiny platform that is barely large enough to hold of of your feet, the walls are too steep to climb, and there is that ... liquid in front of you.

"Now listen up well, Maisie and John. Here are the rules for this first round contest. If at any moment you are shouting 'I YIELD', the round is over and your opponent will be victorious. If the referee deems you incapable of continuing, the round is over and your opponent will be victorious. If you are a little slut and cum your brains out in front of everyone here, the round is over and your opponent will be victorious.

As to what is allowed and what is not. No punching, no kicking, no scratching, no hair pulling. But you may hold as tightly onto your opponent as you wish, and otherwise deploy any technique of pleasure you may think of.

Have you both understood these rules? Please look up and clearly state so."

You shouldn't be as surprised as you are hearing these rules. You have known about EroFights City after all. This kind of contest is common here. What you had expected to be differently ... well, the bondage. Where is that element within the contest? 'I am missing something' is shooting through your heard, when you are hearing Maisie's voice at the other end of the room, proclaiming loudly.

"I am understanding the rules, and I am ready to go!"

Oh gosh, you have to speak up!

Your gaze is shooting upwards, and out of the corner of your eyes a sudden totally unimportant realisation is being made, that the sloped walls around you are resembling a horizon. This room is the ocean!

"I am ready too, and the rules are understood!" you shout out as confidently as you can manage, even though a little shake in your voice cannot be hidden.

There is so much to think about.

You are cautiously tipping your foot back into the blue liquid, making sure that this indeed is no water. What ever it is, it is too thick. Lacking a better word, all you can think about it 'sluggish'.

But what to do now? You are looking back over towards Maisie, who doesn't look much more sure of herself than how you are feeling. At least that is something.

There the announcer's voice is once again.

"On the mark, step off of your small platform, and the contest will begin."

"Five."

"Four."

Suddenly members of the crowd are joining in, turning the countdown into a thundering prelude.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."