Melody

Less than 30 seconds after your offer was made, a familiar face graces the stage: Melody. She's almost embarrassed by the warm reception the crowd gives her, & waves politely to them. Yoga pants & sports bra say she came straight from the gym. She smiles & waves at you for half-a-second, until she spies Fen. Shocked, awed, stunned, all three? You know how striking the enormous woman is on first sight. Not to mention she's 90% naked & trapped in an armbar.

"Hey, Mel. Earth to Mel."

She shakes herself awake.

"Oh, uh, hey." She's still staring gobsmacked. "Hi Fen, my name's Melody."

"Fuck off!" You punish that outburst with a twist of the wrist.

"Don't be rude to our guest. She's gonna make your loss more bearable, right?"

Your friend's confidence is feeding off yours. The mystique of the thug is overshadowed by her helplessness. She kneels down between her legs & Fen tries kicking her off. You would punish Fen again, but Melody already did, snapping into wrestling mode & applying a quick heel hook. This puts your victim in a state of sheer ****. She's being twisted end-to-end, her huge frame struggling to contain the pain shooting through it. Mel releases the hold after a short while, almost apologetically.

Better not let Fen think Mel's being nice.

You bend her fingers to breaking point & talk over her wincing cries.

"She could've broken your god damn leg right now if she wanted to. Fortunately, for you, she'd prefer to eat your cunt, right?"

"Yeah! That's right!" She mimics your tone.

"So are you gonna cum like a good little bitch or are we gonna break you?"

No answer, you slap her honey coloured tits with your feet.

"Well!?" Melody yells.

The thug's free hand thumps the ground. "FINE!"

Finally!

You ease the pressure but maintain your hold, ready for trouble. Fen's denim shorts are hard for Mel pull over her thunderous thighs, but the bare sweaty pussy is now on display. A brave cameraman get's a great shot of it on the titantron. Your friend is a merciful master. Gently sliding her tongue in between the lower lips, occasionally on the inner thighs, always matching the bucking pace of the thug's hips. She let's her victim open her legs freely before sliding her fingers into the slit.

"Oh my God." Suck. "Eating strange pussy." Suck. "On the rampway." Suck. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Shut up & lick!" Fen barks.

"O.K. baby" Melody happily increases her fingering speed.

You're tempted to remind the thug of her submissive position, but then again, you did invite Mel out here so it's only fair she decides what to do with her. Besides, you still have her arm. You just let her have fun. Seeing your friends bouncy booty sticking up is plenty reward for you. You curse your dick being stuck beneath Fen's bicep where it can't grow. She's smiling through bared teeth, her 8 pack rising & falling rapidly, tossing her head as joy overwhelms her. Melody is burying her mouth in Oriental snatch. Eyes shut, purely focused.

"Threeway! Threeway! Threeway!" You almost join the audience in their chant.

There a telltale clenching at the thug's waist, an unmistakable shortening of her breath, an animalistic clawing in her hands.

"Ohhhh mmmyyyyyyyy gooooooooooooooooooo..."

"Cum for baby, cum for me, cum cum cum cum cum..."

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"

Fen roars to the heavens & squirts Mel with a gallon of cum. She has to pull back or risk being drowned in it. It splashes her laughing face & dampens her ponytail, over her head. She laps up the big puddle around her victims ass & greedily sucks on her spent pussy.

Announcer leads a new chant. "SQUIRTER! SHE'S A SQUIRTER!"

Melody sucks up a mouthful (yes, a mouthful) of squirt, & drips it into your mouth. You seal it with a lover's kiss.

"Hoo! Wow that was fun John!"

"Yeah! We need to remember this position if we're ever tagging."

"Oh yeah! Totally. I should, uh, let you get back to it." She wipes her face with Fen's discarded clothes & waves the audience goodbye.

When you're finished smiling, you turn your attention back to the fighting portion of this match. Your foe is still twitching & heaving from your friends tongue play. You safely release her arm & find some of the rags to wipe of your own sweat. Since your tights are damp with pre-cum, you nonchalantly step out of them, to yet another round of cat calls. Fen sits herself up like Frankestein's monster. Every vein & sinew stretched to bursting. You toss your trunks into her face.

"Get up, we're not done yet."

In an instant, her cum drunk state is replaced by her trademark anger.

Advantage, John.