Tanya puts Amber right to the test

"So..." Tanya said, looking Amber over carefully. "You were horny and 'couldn't help it', so you assaulted my secretary and when my security guards tried to step in, you assaulted them too. Do you have any idea how much trouble you could get into doing that?"

Amber met Tanya's eyes, and Tanya almost shuddered. She was used to being in charge, used to everyone knowing that she was in charge. But Amber just looked at her like she was a piece of meat on display in a butcher's case. And just like she knew what Tanya was thinking, Amber grinned, and started rotating her hips again. The woman moaned and writhed, not even trying to fight back.

"Wasn't that kinda the point?" Amber asked.

"I... suppose you're right. So stop for just a minute. How many times have you made that woman cum?"

"I'unno." Amber shrugged. "I quit counting after like, four or five."

"Hmm. So you like women better?"

"OH yeah." This time Amber licked her lips. "Men just don't last long enough, I break them before I'm even close to done."

Tanya looked over at Heather, who was deliberately looking in another direction. "Well then Amber, I'd like you to do something for me. If men break so easily, I'd like to see exactly how long it takes you to break one. I don't want to see all your moves or watch you **** him, I just want to see how quickly you can work. Let my secretary up, please."

Amber smiled wickedly, but didn't move.

"Amber..." Heather spoke warningly.

"Well, okay..." Amber stood, and Tanya finally got a really good look at her.

Amber didn't have that squared jaw that a lot of muscular women have. She was short, a lot shorter than Tanya. Her muscles were well rounded, not jagged, but thick. And noticing Tanya watching her, Amber lifted one eyebrow, then slowly went into a side chest pose. Grinning, she flexed hard, her breast bouncing.

"Yes, you work out, I'm impressed." Tanya said dryly, trying not to show that she actually was impressed. Muscle girls weren't exactly her personal thing, but there was something about this one... maybe the cute face with high cheekbones and naturally full lips along with soft skin and those muscles. And the obvious talent as a sexfighter, and lack of concern with any consequences. "If you want to fight for me, you're going to need to save that energy and libido for the fighters or you'll get used like a piece of meat."

"I bet I'm more meat than anyone in your little league can handle." Amber met eyes with Tanya as she spread her legs, went up on her tiptoes and hit a lat spread pose.

"Alright, fine, you uppity little brat." Tanya wasn't actually angry but almost fascinated, but knew she had to act the role of the boss. "I've had musclegirls come in here before thinking they were just going to rough up some skinny women and go home rich. They mostly ended up in tears, begging not to be made to cum again."

"Yeah I don't think anyone can do that to me." Amber said.

"We'll see about that. If you have such a high opinion of yourself, I'll give you a match against a top level opponent. But if you can't handle it, then we're done - unless you like the fucking you get so much you become a groupie. Or a sex ****." Tanya turned to Heather. "You're really sure you're okay with this?"

"I'm absolutely not okay with it, but at this point Amber hasn't given me any other options. And no, I'm not getting back into the game myself. If she signs a contract she's on her own."

"I'll sigh a contract right now." Amber said. Her evil smile was gone, replaced with something kind of like a pout.

"Alright, fine. You'll be fighting on my very next Monday Night show. Against someone who's humiliated more than her share of girls who think they can hang with the pros."