Victory

Charlotte extends her hands as if she’s ready to continue the next round. She closes her eyes, seeming to clear her throat. Swallowing, letting out faint moans and gasps of air.

“You OK?” You ask her, your brow furrowing. She ignores you, and her hands descend between her legs.

“Ungh. Uh. Aaaah.” Her nonsense continues, eyes closed, seemingly shutting out the outside world.

“Charlotte?!” You ask her again, hoping for any sort of response. Her lack of response is starting to get concerning.

“Oh. Mmm.” Her lips purse together, and her eyes reopen. “I suppose I owe you an explanation.” She continues, slowly twisting her body sideways and crossing her legs. “I…kind of get off to this sort of thing.”

“What? How? I…I don’t really get it.” Your words start to fail you.

“The competition, humiliating a man, it makes me feel powerful. In control. Plus, it’s something I’m good at.” She says, uncrossing her legs, opening up to you slightly more.

“So, what you’re saying is, there’s nothing I can do to beat you? All this punishment you’re taking…you’re willing to put up with that just for the chance to hit me back.” You say, starting to put the pieces together.

Charlotte shakes her head slowly. “Not quite. Or…I don’t know. That’s what I thought it was, anyway. I’ve never…I’ve never lost before.”

“And you have now?” You respond quizzically. She nods, though her head hangs quite high for being the loser.

“I have, yes. You’ve pushed me to my limit, and it let me feel like I never had before. I guess I was willing to go through all this punishment in the hopes that someone could break me.”

She pauses, though she looks like she’s preparing to continue. “You did. I’ve never felt an orgasm that strong before.”

“And I’m not willing to let go of it.” She continues. “I can tell you’re the same way as me. You weren’t getting defeated as this contest wore on. Taking hit after hit, you stood up to face me again.”

“That was for the money. I…I don’t think I’m like you.” You respond, weakly. “No, no it wasn’t. I saw you wanting more, taunting me back.”

“You’re entitled to your reward, but you’re also entitled to a rematch.” She says, her voice picking up her tempo. She tosses you the money she owes you. “Take it, against all odds, you’ve earned this.”

“I trust I’ll see you again soon. You’ve got my number.”