Mia's first victory

Zoe jabbed first, catching Mia by surprise, the very first instant Sinclair started the battle. Mia evaded, tilting her torso so the punch went past her face, then faltered as she suddenly found herself staring not at her opponent, but at the crowd she'd just given a much better view of her boobs to. She bit her lip.

The hesitation cost her; Zoe was focused on the fight, effortlessly closing the distance between them. Mia quickly caught herself, snapping back to action.

She knew dozens of different ways to develop the brawl, but it suddenly struck her just how intimate a lot of holds felt when both participants were naked.

Zoe looked slightly breathless too, pointedly keeping her eyes just on Mia and ignoring everything going on around them. Mia had to admit, that seemed like a good tactic. She'd never get anything done if she focused on the audience. Still...

Zoe threw a punch again, and that time Mia moved her arm from her chest to bat it aside and took advantage of the opening. She **** Zoe back a few steps, managing a kick that should have ended the fight by bringing Zoe to her knees if she hadn't immediately hesitated at the feel of the wind rushing up to her pussy. Mia blushed, and Zoe took advantage of her hesitation again, pushing Mia off balance.

She should be winning this! Mia grunted, quickly righting herself while parrying a blow, before yelping at a charge. Zoe rammed into her, her full weight making Mia take a step back, and the suddenly pressure of boobs against her boobs proving even more of a distraction. It became very hard to tune out the cheers.

She needed to focus. Get this over with, feel humiliated later.

Right now Zoe had the advantage. She wanted to fix that. Mia whirled, twirling on the spot until she was behind Zoe in a heartbeat, and delivered a blow to the small of her back. Zoe sprawled forwards, and Mia was quickly on her to make sure she didn't recover.

"And we have a winner!"

Mia only let herself relax when she heard Sinclair shout, chest heaving, cheeks warming anew at the realization that she was exposing her ass. She quickly turned, trying to cover her boobs with one arm, but Sinclair was suddenly at her side and grabbing her hand, holding it up high in the air in a pretense at triumph.

It was clearly just an excuse to expose more of her body to the hungry eyes of the audience though. Mia stared at a spot on the ceiling, still panting, while Zoe glowered up at her.

After far too long, Sinclair lowered her hand. Mia walked quickly back to the prep room.

"You can stay," Sinclair said. "Nice moves, better body. I'll put your winnings with your clothes. You can take it when you leave."

Mia breathed a sigh of relief. She crossed an arm over her boobs again as soon as she could, standing awkwardly with one leg in front of the other.

"Stick around," Sinclair said. "Night's not done yet."

"I... sure," Mia said. She'd torn the band-aid off, it couldn't be that humiliating again, surely? "What about the other girl?"

"She's a regular," Sinclair shrugged. "The Canaries come here to train, it's an open secret. You probably haven't pissed them off. If you have, just keep winning, no worries."

Sinclair smiled at her, then walked off, leaving Mia nude in the room full of equally naked female fighters.