Reconnect with Kayla.

Knocking just beneath the nameplate that read “Kayla Thomas,” you wait patiently and halfheartedly glare at some of the physics and math jokes still taped to her locker room door.

Not even five seconds, the door swings open revealing…

“Well, I’ve been expecting you,” the ever confident Kayla smirks at you while leaning against the doorway.

Dressed rather casually in a pair of tight jeans and a white T-Shirt that says, “Math kicks butt (and so do I)”, she evidently had just finished tying her raven hair up in a ponytail.

“People come here often, huh?” you greet her in turn.

“For a variety of reasons, yes,” she grins at you ominously, before tilting her head at you playfully, “But I think I know why you’re here. Come on in.”

As she steps back inside, you oblige her verbal invitation and enter her room.

Once inside, you’re once again reintroduced to her towering bookshelf with all kinds of academic textbooks all lined up in perfect, probably alphabetical order.

Finding a seat at the desk in the middle of the ring, you plop down with a sigh as Kayla sits down on the adjoining couch.

Briefly inspecting a pamphlet on the ECL’s Rules of the Ring on the table, you put it down as Kayla finally speaks up, “Want anything? Water?”

“Nah, I won’t be here long. Just came to say my peace,” you tell her, preparing the words you’d already practiced in advance but just like most things, the ebony woman beat you to it.

“Well, let me be the first…” she starts off, apparently having prepared a little speech of her own.

{if Defeated Kayla = true}“...to say congratulations. You beat me,” she smiles at you with crossed arms.

“Don’t get to taste humble pie often, do you?” you smirk back at her.

“If I’m beaten by the better fighter, I’m woman enough to admit it,” she scoffs defensively, before rolling her eyes, “Unlike some of my colleagues.”

“I didn’t beat you by much, if that helps. People told me going in that you were good, but in the ring you’re even better.”

“True,” she shrugs, pushing up her glasses before continuing, “But yeah, feel free to continue boosting up my ego. I might actually need it all things considering.”

Sympathetic to her obvious chagrin at losing, you point out, “You know, I’m down for a rematch anytime. Doesn’t have to be anytime soon, but just being in the same ring with you makes me a better sexfighter.”

“Well, I am one of the best around so it’s expected,” she states smugly, before breaking into a much more down-to-earth and appreciative grin, “But thanks for the encouraging ones, John. You’ve got real potential, you know.”

“I’ve been told,” you confess to her.

“Well, keep winning and you just might end in the title picture sooner or later. I know the Commissioner is always looking for fresh male meat for the Champ to grind,” she tells you with a wink.

The Champ?

Before you could reply, she finishes up, “Of course, that’s if you can get through the other top girls around here. And naturally, me once I come for that cute little ass of yours again.”

Almost shuddering at the mental image of her pegging you in the middle of the ring, you nonetheless keep your composure on the outside and reply simply, “We’ll see.”

“Indeed.” Standing up, she stretches out her torso before informing you, “Hey, I give private judo lessons in the gym. Emphasis on private, but since you’ve proven yourself, why don’t you drop me sometime and let me teach you a thing or two?”

“Well, I could definitely learn a thing or two, so I’ll take you up on that offer,” you smile at her, offering your hand in the form of a fist bump.

“And maybe, if I’m feeling a special kind of way one day, I could teach you some other things in here,” she practically purrs at you, before pounding you back.

Fighting back a sudden stiffness in your crotch, you only grin at her with your eyes doing all of the talking.

Anytime. {endif}{if Defeated Kayla = false}“...you did good out there,” she tells you with a reassuring grin.

Naturally, it hurts a lot to accept the bitter pill of defeat, but it hurts even more when the winner decides to make it really hurt, specifically through your anal region.

But, nonetheless, you had lost the match, and anything that she says now is fair game.

“I did my best, and I’m happy with that,” you say only in response.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, you had about as good a chance of defeating me as Lady Grace does in acting modest,” she shrugs, her analogy obviously ringing hollow to you.

“It doesn’t, but thanks anyways,” you tell her as a result, resulting in you both laughing together to break whatever remaining tension there still was.

“Fair enough. But, you did have me on the ropes a few times out there. Keep working on your technique, John, and you’ll be fucking instead of getting fucked in no time,” she grins at you knowingly.

“Speaking of, how’s that tight little ass been since my last visit?” she teases you with those dark eyes of hers.

“Well, it’s still sore, but otherwise intact. You really get into that pegging gimmick, huh?” you confess to her sheepishly.

“Sweetie, it’s not a gimmick; it’s my life,” she tells you smugly, before elaborating, “There’s no better feeling than facing an opponent who’s already written you off as some scrawny nerd, and then making him scream his insides out. It’s actually quite therapeutic, to me at least.”

“Well, hope you had your fun with me this time, ‘cause next time maybe the roles will be reversed,” you shoot back at her, with a hint of your previous confidence returning as you get up.

“I’m sure. I’ll be seeing you,” she waves you goodbye, as you make your exit.{endif}