No way!

This bitch is asking for it. You’ve barely spoken to her and you’re already sick of her attitude. You throw a punch, but she catches it easily. She shakes her head at you.

“Try not to telegraph so much, sweetie. I could see it coming a mile away. Oh… and don’t you know this isn’t how we do things around here?” Apparently, you look as lost as you feel, because she sighs as she twists your arm painfully behind your back.

“The rules around here are a little different from your usual league.” Her free arm wraps around you and pushes into your pants and beneath the swimsuit. Her fingers brush against your slit, causing you to gasp.

“Wh-what are you-” She laughs as she cuts you off.

“Stupid. Didn’t you read the rule packet, Tess? Fights are decided by orgasm. To be exact, you need to make your opponent cum three times to win…” This is a bad situation. You have to do something!