Yes

Sure enough, Alma found a ten held between her fingers. Alma kept on smiling as the buzzer went off and the minute started to tick. Now she had the time to begin turning the screw on Imogen.

This time Alma did advance on Imogen. The dancer raised her hand to block, only for Alma to slap Imogen with her other hand. But this time, she didn’t let the stinging blow sink in. She grabbed the dancer by her ponytail and threw her to the ground. She followed it up with a kick straight into those milky white abs hidden beneath her shirt. The air was driven out of her. Alma repeated the move again as Imogen curled into a ball to protect herself.

“Regretting taking me on yet,” said Alma. "It's going to get so much worse for you."

Alma picked her up by the hair and dragged her to the side of the room, forcing her to crawl along the floor. She slammed the side of her head against the wall. It knocked her silly for a moment. Already she found herself staring up at the ceiling and seeing stars. It would have been a perfect time to commence stripping Imogen, but it never came. Alma was savoring the situation, her enemy at her mercy.

Alma had decided not to go for her clothes just yet. There was so much time to play with. She plunged her hand between Imogen’s legs and began to rub against the top of her black jean shorts. Imogen let out an involuntarily sigh as she clamped her thighs shut. The feeling brought her back to life. No, she wouldn’t allow Alma to make her wet already.

“Awww, you’re not ready yet.”

Mercifully, Alma left her alone and stood over her. Imogen looked up at her, realizing her breathing had started to quicken. Was she really that easy to get going?

Alma drove a kick into her stomach as the buzzer sounded to end the minute. The heavy boot drove the wind out of her, and she found herself dry heaving on the ground. But she didn't have much time to recover because it was time to choose another card.