Finding Her Feet or A Natural Born Thriller.

After a quick and gruesome match between the first two competitors, it was time for Melissa to get to work. The sounds of the two men punching each other had been the only thing that was distracting her from almost full-on panic. She winced each time they connected with a solid blow. She was a lawyer for crying out loud, not some blood sport bimbo! At Vinny’s nodding encouragement Mel had stood up and discarded her jacket before picking up the giant card she was meant to hold up to signify Round 1 of the second fight. Only Vinny’s suddenly waving for her to stop had altered her to the fact she’d picked up the card for Round 2 instead. She’d barely started and she’d almost embarrassed herself to hell!

With the correct card, she’d climbed the short flight of wooden steps up to the ring with Vinny’s help. She’d probably have fallen over and embarrassed herself even worse if he hadn’t been there to steady herself. She crouched down between the lowest two ring ropes so that she didn’t have to bend over at the waist and show off the crack of her exposed bum to the crowd in attendance. No sooner had she risen up onto her feet in the ring that the catcalls and whistles started.

Melissa knew she should feel degraded and objectified to their sounds. If she’d been whistled at on the streets of New York by some construction worker she would have been deeply insulted. Instead, she felt a small but surprising thrill inside her chest. They were looking at her. And they were loving it. They thought she was pretty.

When the first round was over and she climbed in for the second, Melissa was only slightly less nervous this time. By her second fight of the evening, she was used to the wolf whistles and could actually make out some of the individual things they were saying. It was all gross but flattering to Mel at the same time.

On the fourth fight of the evening, Mel took the top two ropes into the squared circle. Bending at the waist and showing off her exercise sharped rear for all the world to see. The whistles were the loudest of the evening so far. Melissa turned towards Vincent and couldn’t help but smile and laugh as he had two fingers in his mouth letting out a shrill and piercing whistle just for her.

By the co-main and the main event Melissa was imagining all the men in the building were there to see her. She was strutting around in the borrowed high heels full of confidence and swagger now. She was playing up the sex kitten vibes she never knew she possessed. She couldn’t wait for the rounds to be over now and back up on her stage. She was even getting into the combat side of things. Cheering on the boxers with Vincent.

All the hooting and hollering at her was turning Melissa on more than she wanted to admit. Her body was starting to buzz all over. Warmth flowed from between her legs to leave a flush all over her nearly naked body.

During the rounds of the final match of the event, she told Vinny as much. “It’s crazy! I thought I was going to hate this but I’m actually finding it really excited.”

“I know. I can tell,” he chuckled at her.

“What do you mean?” she asked. Melissa had known that her nipples had started to harden at some point in the evening and were now clearly visible through the white patches of her bikini each round break.

“Your… ahhh… bikini bottoms. The white is showing off your wet patch when you climb in and out in front of me,” he told her.

Melissa gasped at the horror. “It’s not!” she debated.

Vinny didn’t try arguing with her but instead slide his hand up between her legs next to him. Melissa only had the jacket thrown over her shoulders so her hands were on her lap to try and catch Vinny’s wandering hand. Still, she didn’t try and fight him as fingers first touched her sensitive mound and then brushed up along her covered pussy lips.

“See, you're wet as can be,” he told her.

“Ahh! Vinny,” Melissa gasped as Vinny’s expert fingertips made contact over her clit and pressure it. Her breathing was instantly raspy and uncertain.

Melissa could feel the molten gooeyness between her pussy lips as Vincent massage her hot little box in amongst the crowded people. It was electrifying. She could feel her pulse coming from between her legs faster and faster.

“Vinny, stop it! Or I’m going to cum in front of all these people,” she begged him pleading.

The Italian looked at her with such an evil grin that she thought he wasn’t going to stop and that she might start crying out in pleasure in front of everyone. Finally, he relented and pulled his hand away. “Later,” he told her.

And she agreed, “later.”

Standing up on shaky legs for the final time of the evening, Melissa looked down to try and see if Vinny’s ministrations had turned her little bikini see-through with moisture. His eyes followed hers and he consoled her. “No one can tell. Honestly.”

As a final small F.U. to Vinny Mel got up on the ring apron for the last time, parting her legs extra wide and slowly climbed inside the ring. Her pose and angling sticking her tightly covered fanny almost squarely in his face. It would be all over his face later she thought.

Melissa had waited for Vinny in the small women’s changeroom for what felt like hours. She’d left the little bikini on underneath her clothes as a surprise for him later.

At long last, he poked his head inside the door and asked her, “All set?”

Vinny had driven Melissa back to his loft apartment. Neither of them had discussed where they were going but the unspoken understanding was that they wanted a bed as quickly as possible. It was a short ride up to his loft and the old elevator clanked alarmingly but neither of them was paying attention. The second the door had closed on the ground floor they were in each other’s arms. Kissing passionately as they banged themselves against one wall and then another. Fighting to get at the other one harder.

Vinny has barely been able to get the door to open to his place with the way Mel was sucking onto his neck and clinging onto him. One foot inside and he had the Asian lawyer picked up and slammed against the closed door as he ground his rock hard cock against her.

Melissa shrieked and Vincent swore, “what the fuck!” when a voice spoke to them.

“Who’s this Vincent?”

Like a cat down a tree, Melissa jumped off Vinny as he guided her behind his body protectively.

The voice had been female and was coming from his bed. The blonde headed Carly was still there with her leg in a cast. She obviously hadn’t left like he’d told her to.