You welcome her to the EWL.

You follow the blonde Brit into her locker room and check out her big firm ass, jiggling under the short white skirt she's wearing. Britannia flops down on a padded bench and pulls up one knee. You sit opposite her and can't help but notice her skirt ride up her muscular thighs to reveal that the British babe doesn't wear panties. Her mons has a neat little strip of pale blonde hair and her pussy lips are gaping slightly and shiny with pussy juice.

You wrench your gaze reluctantly away from Britannia's pussy and look up, Britannia is staring at you with an amused look. You redden slightly as you're caught gazing at her cooch, but you also notice that she doesn't make any move to cover herself up. You suspect her posture was deliberate and she's letting you get a good eyefull to unsettle you.

"I'd like to start off by welcoming you to the US." You say. "Can you tell us what made you come to the league from England?"

"Thank you Cocky." Britannia replies, grinning as she speaks your nickname and emphasizes the first syllable. "Everyone connected with the league has been very friendly and I've had a great welcoming."

"The EWL is simply the biggest and the best and I wanted to fight at the highest level available. It's got an enthusiastic following over in Europe and I'm here to represent by country against the best wrestlers the world can offer."

You're finding it hard to keep you eyes on Britannia's face as she's speaking to you. Her piercing blue eyes hardly blink as she stares at you and your gaze keeps slipping down to her uncovered pussy. As you look down again she spreads her legs slightly further apart, making her pussy gape a bit more and a bead of pussy juice drips from her damp honeypot onto the black leather bench. Your blood surges to your cock and it stiffens uncomfortably inside your pants. You now are certain that she's deliberately trying to wreck your concentration.