Why the hell not?

No risk of attack, not with the all-business official nearby. No risk of... anything you can think of. A buxom blonde schoolgirl wants you to get handsy. What other choice is there?

"Well... O.K."

"YAY!" Tiffany chirps. She hurriedly pushes you back into your corner & tries to get chest-to-chest. Your last sight before the blindfold slides on is naughty little grin.

Is she planning something? Could she do something in this position?

Any thoughts evaporate when her little hand seizes your sack. The crowd woo's & wolf whistles.

"Yeah that's it. That's what I'm thinking."

You feel her other hand grope at your butt, slide over the muscles in your back, playfully claw at you pecs. Tiffany's breathing is hot & heavy, she's clearly enjoying you. Like a generous foe, she places your hand on her tit, wordlessly guiding your squeezes. Soft flesh kneads under soft fabric, the nipple pokes your palm. That must have inspired the Schoolgirl, for she starts sucking on your nipple.

That's... oddly satisfying.

Without a word you scoop her up in your arms, sitting her crotch just above yours. Of course they slid sexily together on her way up.

"Careful now, we're not fighting yet." Her giggle is angelic.

"Just wanted to get closer to you." You pull her torso into yours, sighing simultaneously.

"Oh you're so sweet!" Tiffany punctuates this point with a peck on the nose. "You up for 1 last surprise?"

"Sure am."

After she steps down the audience gasps.

What's the deal?

You're snapped to attention by her legs around your head. You almost switch to combat mode but her motions aren't aggressive. There's no feeling of pressure, just sliding along the side of your head until, out of the darkness, the unmistakable scent of pussy hits your nose. Her hands hit your feet before climbing up your legs. The picture you paint in you mind says, Schoolgirl is hanging off you in a standing 69.

"Hey hey hey, shouldn't you 2 be saving that for the match?" The announcer couldn't be more wrong. There's never a bad time for 69.

While your tongue slides over her panties (athletic, sturdy) her hands play at your feet. Probably pushing off to get a good view of your growing cock. This gets the crowd gets into a giggling fit, for some reason. Maybe since it strains out against your tights, Tiff has enough meat to **** her mouth over. The foreplay is reaching it's crescendo, soon to be followed by the actual fucking, match be damned. Sadly, the young veteran decides it's time to conclude.

"See. Good start to any match I say."

"You say right."

You don't need to see to know she detached herself with an effortless handstand. When she removes the blindfold, she also catches your dick.

"That's the last time I'm gonna be nice to you."

Sweet as poison you are.

Hard-on probably isn't the best way to start a match, but for that kinky lap dance, totally worth it.