Get a place to stay

"I think I'd rather stay here for a while." You say. "I'm just not sure about going out into the world, with crazed fans, and people who I know asking me questions I don't want to answer."

"Completely understandable" says Tanya, "but there's something you need to understand. If you're in this building, you're on camera. Usually, all the action stays in the locker rooms and the gym, but you... never know."

You think about the kinds of things you've heard stories about that have happened here. But they mostly happen to important people, and you, you remind yourself, are just a newbie who already had a long night. So you answer "I think I'll take my chances, lock my door, turn out the lights and get a nice long sleep."

So Tanya and Karen lead you through the building and up an elevator. Karen talks with a secretary or something at a desk, then hands you a key card. You step back in the elevator, and go up a few more floors.

"This is employee housing, for romantic flings, dodging the press, and any kind of hookup you can imagine. Enjoy."

The two older women leave as you walk into your new temporary home.

First impression? This room alone would've been worth what you went through in the ring. The decor is all white with a little bit of gold, the carpet is so soft under your feet you think about just lying down on it but the canopied king size bed is calling your name almost as loud as the sunken marble jacuzzi.

Second impression? So obviously more about the 'any kind of imaginable hookup' thing than anything else. The oddly shaped chairs and furniture are obviously designed to be used in conjunction with the entire wall full of assorted sex toys - dildos, vibrators, cuffs, things you don't even recognize. You feel a little tingle, but thanks to Roxy, that's all. Deciding on the tub, you start to peel off your clothes, then realize you're still holding what's left of the pink swimsuit Chichi gave you. Not sure exactly why, you carefully tuck it under your pillow. Then you turn the water on and sink into the tub. It has a seat so that you can sit comfortably with just your head above water, and the center of it must be about 3 and a half feet deep. As big as the tub is, it takes barely any time to get full. You sigh and sink under the water.

This... this is nice.

You sit up and look around. There's a selection of bath salts and oils lined up against the wall. You look them over and take out a bath oil marble with a sort of pleasing purple color, and sniff. They smell like lavender. You dump several in, and then grab a handful of some yellowish-white salt and throw it in as well. The stuff fizzes, and the room fills with fragrance.

Maybe you'll take Roxy up on her offer to teach you some moves, you think. The things she could do with that tongue of hers... that taut, perfectly fit body that overpowered you in every way imaginable, and so effortlessly... what could she have done if she'd wanted to? How was her submission hold game, really - could she have tied you in knots, made you beg for mercy? She was so good with just her mouth and fingers, what if she'd needed to get a strapon to finish you off? Would she have fucked you hard and fast, forcing you to cum over and over again? Or would she have taken it slow until you were delirious with pleasure?

And what's going to happen to Tricia when she fights Wendy?

Tricia's got to look a lot like her mom... blonde... toned... great breasts, even better legs... is she going to be like you, completely out of her depth? Or what if she's good? What can a good girl do to a bad one before it becomes too much? Didn't Tanya say she knew jujitsu? You imagine Tricia, or at least the girl you think looks like she might, wrestling Wendy, grabbing her by the head and flinging her to the mat... twisting her arms up behind her back, stretching her out, one hand on her pussy, one hand around her throat, serving her right, punishing her, humiliating her...

Maybe if you join Chichi's group, that's what'll happen to you or Maybe someone tougher than Roxy will do it.

But wouldn't it be awesome if you could do it to someone else...?

Suddenly, you snap out of it.

"What the hell?"

You don't know how much time has passed, but before you got into the tub, you were sore, tired, and sexually burnt out. Now you're suddenly bursting with energy, your nipples so hard they're almost painful. Your face in the mirror is flushed.

Oh god, there must've been aphrodisiacs in the bath oils! Why wouldn't there be, weren't you paying attention to what kind of place this is?

And getting out of the tub was a mistake. As your skin dries, the arousal only gets worse. You stagger to your bed, barely able to think clearly...

Originally by ThaCat005