"It is the opposite for girls."

"It is the opposite for girls. We need to get release in order to perform better."

"I see. Did you need help with that," you ask.

"Yes. You're just the right man for the job."

Ronda separates from you as she towels off. She signals for her Assistant- a young, blond girl- and you two are quickly joined by her.

"We've got a Code Yellow," the UFC Fighter says, "You know what to do."

"Yes, ma'am. I'll take care of it," the young woman replies.

She goes over to the Bodyguards and begins to talk to them. They turn their attention away from you two.

Ronda walks over towards the Women's Locker Room Door and gestures for you to follow her. You follow her, glancing back at the men with the Assistant. The coast is clear.

You enter the Room, but don't see Ronda. You look around for her.

"We don't have a whole lot of time," she says from out of sight, "Let's make it count."

You turn to the right, following the sound of her voice and see the UFC Fighter standing in front of you with her hands covering her naked breasts. She has nothing on and is smiling at you.

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"You're quite direct," you say, reaching down and stripping off your shirt.
"Does that bother you?"
"Not at all."

You pull down your pants just like that, revealing your cock to Ronda Rousey. She doesn't look disappointed.

"Very nice. So here's how this is going to work- make me cum and you'll get a reward. Depending on how well you do it and how fast will determine how good your reward is. Sound good."
"It does. Let me show you what kind of skills I have..."