What are you waiting for?

You pick yourself up and rush over to the two of them. The Champion heads back to a corner to watch as La Diabla yells, “You traitorous puta!”

She makes a show of being too dazed to stand, but she winks at you as you approach and murmurs, “Don’t hold back. I like it rough.”

You grin and straddle her hips. The Champion nods at you and you raise your hand high, then bring it whistling down through the air to collide with La Diabla’s ass with a satisfying smack. The blow makes it jiggle alluringly, and your “victim” makes a sound somewhere between a yelp, a whimper, and a moan.

“Was that good?” you ask her quietly.

“Is that all you got?!” she shouts loud enough for everyone to hear.

Taking that as your answer, you keep going as hard as you can, raining blows down on her upturned rear. The crowd cheers as your hand comes crashing down over and over again.

Every so often you change things up—using your free hand to rub, grope, and squeeze her rapidly reddening ass, or even occasionally landing much lighter slaps right on her pussy (which cause her whole body to tense up).

“You like that? Huh?!” you growl at her, a question that’s more sincere than the crowd thinks.

“Fuck no!” she screams. “Oh, yeah,” she breathes.

Satisfied, you raise your arm one last time and deliver the final spank, your hardest of the session. La Diabla bites back what sounds like it would have been a shouted “yes”, and you dismount her, letting her fall to the canvas with an ass almost as red as her outfit.

But in spite of that, she stands up, bends over, and wiggles it in the Champion’s direction. “Still better than yours,” she mocks, and saunters off, walking only a little bit oddly.

With the crowd distracted by her ostentatious exit, Roxie takes a moment to ask you, “You really think her ass is better?”

“Not by a whole lot, but...yes,” you say.

She sighs. “Yeah, if I’m being a hundred percent honest, I have to say I agree with you.” You glance over at her as she continues, “I put a lot of work into looking sexy, but sometimes someone comes along that makes it look easy.”

“For a lot of girls, that someone is you,” you point out.

She blinks in surprise at the compliment. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” you say. “And if it’s any consolation, you have way better tits than she does.”

“Take that, you stuck-up devil bitch,” Roxie says with a fond tone that belies the insults, and turns to face you once again.