The suburbs

Your phones GPS leads you out of the city and north, to an area of town known as the Domain. It’s one of the wealthiest suburbs of the city, with numerous large homes and mansions climbing up and down the sprawling rolling hills. The Domain also has the reputation as the new money area of town, where the self made built their homes. You drive through the winding roads, in between increasingly impressive houses, until you arrive at your destination. You pull up to a large automated iron gate, and press the button on the call box.

A slightly garbled voice answers “Hello?”

You respond “um... hi. I saw a flyer at school and was answering it...”

The voice cuts you off “yes, drive up and park on the right side of the driveway, then come to the front door.”

With that the gates creak open, and you are allowed to drive up the steep and winding narrow path. Your glad your crappy car could handle the incline, and park as directed. You get a good look at the mansion from here, a Spanish style with a lot of iron rods and red walls. The front door is massive, and when you approach it swings open before you get a chance to knock.

Your first though of the woman standing at the door is milf. She’s somewhere in her forties, but her toned frame under her spandex workout clothes looks like it belongs to a much younger woman. Her hair is up in a bun, and her makeup is either tastefully mild or non existent. She stuck out her hand as she greets you “Hello! I’m so glad you came, you know most people don’t take our flyers seriously, so it’s tough to get newbies sometimes. I’m Diana by the way, come in in!”

You follow her into her home, small talking and introducing yourself as you do. Her home is vast, filled with a large number of expensive looking items all elegantly placed to bring out the best of the interior. She leads you into what must be her workout room, with a mirror wall on one side and a treadmill and weight station on the other. A tv stands in an upper corner, while the majority of the floor is covered in a blue soft mat.

“I’m so glad your interested in the league! Now we have two different league options, you can do both if you want but I figured I’d let you know before we begin. The first is the public league, I have a website I run and we do it all here at my home. We try to have fun with it, matching up our various fighters in fun and interesting ways, all filmed for profit, which you’d get a cut of. The second option is the private league... basically wealthy women pay for you to come to their homes and wrestle them. Most just send me a list of the type of boy or girl they want to wrestle, and I show my fighters all the option they match and who and what the stakes of the matches are. It can go the other way, for instance sometimes if someone gets popular we hold an auction and highest payer gets to wrestle them, but that’s more rare.”

You track it all, and aren’t too surprised by any of the information so far. It’s mostly what you were expecting, though you still aren’t sure about the matches themselves.

The milf confirms you grasp the options before she continues. “So I’ll be wrestling you privately first, to show you the ropes and judge your abilities. This won’t be filmed, but you’ll still get a hundred bucks for registering and coming out here. I like to sweeten the deal though, and if you can win you’ll get 500 dollars.”

That is certainly incentive, so you closely pay attention to how a match goes down. “The vast majority of our matches are bondage matches, where the first to tie up their opponent in rope so they cannot escape wins. No punching, kicking, or biting allowed. Now from there the matches can vary, sometimes it’s in underwear while other times in costumes or fetishwear. Once a match is over, the winner normally teases or torments the loser for a bit, but we do have higher stake matches with sexual actions on the line as well... especially for the private matches. Now enough talk, take your shoes off and let me see how you stack up.

You quickly comply, tossing your shoes in the corner and kneeling on the mat. Your opponent is clearly versed in this, as once she has scattered lengths of silk rope around the mat she takes a rehearsed kneeling pose across from you.

“Well? Show me your stuff!”