Eavesdrop on Emily

Avoiding Macey’s glare and ignoring the obvious breach of privacy ahead, you slowly stalk to the office of your professor and Emily. “… as such, I’m afraid you’ll be demoted to third chair at this rate.” Professor sharp’s husky voice rings through the door. “Aw come on! I just need to win a match or two, then you’ll see! You know I’m the best player.” Emily’s higher tones are heard as well, clearly distressed at the prospect. You peak through the glass partition in the door, seeing the student and professor sitting across from each other in an impressively sized office, the bookshelves lined with musical scores and adorned with… sexfighting trophies? “I’m sorry, but 0-8 is hardly a rec-“ before professor Sharp can finish, her eyes dart to you, narrowing as they focus on your position. “Please, come in!” She says, her thin frame rising from the office to grab the door for you. Though, it hardly seems an invitation, Emily turning back to see the intruder.

With little choice, you soon find yourself sitting next to Emily as Sharp closes the door behind the two of you. “This is actually perfect timing… as you know, I take pride in well rounded students. You came here to sexfight, and you’re going to learn to sexfight.” Sharp suddenly points at the board. A huge list of the students is compiled here, with records and the occasional note. “Emily: 0-6, Macey: 4-2” is legible as you look over at Emily in shock. 6 losses?! “I can’t give first chair to someone who can’t win… however, I’m willing to give you one last go. Defeat our new friend here, and you’ll get your victory.” Sharp smirks over at the two of you, Emily’s eyes widening as she turns to look at you. Gulping, she immediatley stands. “I may not be the best… but I’ll finish you! Your a newbie who lost your first match after all. I got this!” Emily nervously proclaims. She suddenly strips to her wrestling undersuit, an unexpected piece of attire as Sharp shakes her head, watching you take off your own pants as well. You happen to be wearing a less impressive set of boxers.

You find yourself face to face with Emily on the small mat in the office. One look can tell you why she’s struggled to get a win. Shorter than most other fighters, including girls, Emily wasn’t poised to have a reach advantage. Her arms and legs weren’t particularly bulky either, the poor girl probably being less than average strength, even for her height. If there were weight classes, she’d possibly stand a chance, but against larger, stronger opponents she likely crumbled. Her one advantage may be her attractiveness. A cute round face, and a perky but moderate set of breasts and ass, she would likely be capable of getting an opponent off if she got the upper hand. She leans in close to whisper. “Ok, look. I think I’ll win… but I wouldn’t mind if you threw the match for me. Or at least let me get on to-” Before she can request more, however, the round is off to a start, the shockingly stripped down Sharp blowing a whistle.