Watch Layla

You kind of feel bad, knowing the truth about the fight being fixed and that Owens was promised, it sounds like, cash and Layla, even if she's an unwilling participant. The organizers of the fight or whoever she works for must really have some leverage on her if they're promising her to fighters for throwing a match. You wonder if there have any other times, although it seems unlikely this is the first instance.

As Owens showers, Layla crawls to her feet and walks slowly back to the main locker room area, still massaging her jaw and looking miserable. Right now, she's a far cry from the exuberant presenter that was full of energy and spunk during the fight.

You decide to watch this situation play out, partially because you're turned on to see a pretty woman like Layla about to be **** to service a brute like Owens. Still invisible, you follow Layla as she walks back into the locker room area and starts to pace around nervously while biting her nails. She keeps muttering to herself under her breath, but you can't get close enough to hear what she's saying without risking her walking into you. A few times, she pauses in her footsteps and looks over to the exit as if she's thinking about getting away from Owens, but each time she shakes her head and continues pacing. She must really need her job.

Layla is by 1 of the benches in the middle of the locker room when the sound of the running shower stops and her eyes widen in horror as she has to sit down. Moments later, you hear the wet footsteps of Owens as he exits the showers and reenters the locker area, not bothering to cover up with a towel. His massive cock dangles like a tail on the wrong side of his body and even you're feeling a little alarmed just staring at it while invisible. Owens looks sure of himself as he approaches Layla. When he's standing in front of her, he strokes his cock while leering at Layla.

"Why aren't you naked?" the fighter asks.

It's unclear if Layla heard him. She's staring at the cock in front of her face and gulps when Owens repeats the question. "I... I can't... I..." she says, looking up at Owens with pleading eyes.

If you were in his position, you would have melted, but Owens is a different animal. He laughs menacingly and shakes his cock at Layla, slapping her with it on her left cheek. "That's what they all say, darling. But in the end, they beg for more. Well, the sluts do anyway. You seem like a slut, ain't cha? Come on, I'm only going to ask nicely 1 more time. Get the dress off and let's see you spread those legs, or I'm going to tear that tiny thing off ya and stick this up your bum."

Layla looks disgusted at the mention of her ass and she gives the exit another wishing glance, maybe hoping that someone might come in and save her from Owens. In the end, nobody does, and Layla nods in resignation as her hands raise to slowly push the straps on her dress off her shoulders. Then, she pulls the dress down her body, tugging on each side alternatively and revealing a little more of her petite body each time. Her right breast pops out first, quickly followed by the left one, and they are equally perky and perfect for her size. Owens doesn't hide his appreciation as he goes to grope them roughly immediately, causing Layla to squirm under his touch while her dress is down to her waist.

Owens' groping causing Layla to stop undressing and she just sits there. From where you're standing about 5 feet away, it sort of looks like Owens is a boy playing with a doll, which is an appropriate term to describe Layla at this moment. Her eyes look dead as she stares blankly ahead, likely trying to picture herself somewhere else or with someone else. Owens is not bothered by her distant attitude. His hands move down Layla's body, and you can see red marks on her chest where he was squeezing and pinching too hard. Her nipples are also visibly hard from stimulation. Layla falls back onto the length of the bench when Owens yanks her dress down her body, slipping it down past her hips and off her legs. She's not wearing any underwear. Owens tosses the dress aside, then pulls her high heels off and throws them in different directions so that Layla is completely naked.

Anticipating that the real action is about to begin, you step closer for a better look. Owens snickers as he grabs Layla's legs and spreads them, revealing her groin that's practically as smooth as a doll, except they don't put a nice slit on toys. As Owens grabs his cock and presses the tip against her pussy lips, Layla closes her eyes tightly.