Day 7

Day 7 - Street Fighter - Raceplay, Roleplay

As Chun-Li approached the bouncer, she pushed her tacky sunglasses up her nose nervously. It wasn’t as though she'd never put on makeup, but her current cataclysm of powder and paint was actually uncomfortable to wear, and she wasn't sure it was actually convincing.

Her black buns had been let down and tied back up into a pair of pigtails, complete with paint-in color streaks of pink and purple. There was so much yellow-bronze foundation and technicolor highlight on her face that it was almost clownlike. Not only did it look whorish, it looked ineptly whorish, the makeup artist at INTERPOL had told her. In addition, she was wearing a baby blue chiffon bridesmaid dress one size too small, squeezing her tits up and out like she was wearing a bad push-up bra or corset. Though she couldn’t hide how muscular her legs and shoulders were, especially not in such a dress, they'd put a little makeup on and had her slouch over just enough to downplay them. The whole look was distinctly hard to miss, even if she wasn't sure anybody would fall for it.

She was worried she was trying too hard, that it was too much. When she’d told the costumer and makeup artist what she was going for, they’d both scowled, but took the challenge. The intel had been specific, vivid, and wince-inducing.

The target liked, as reports had said, Asian women. Normally, this whole disguise and subterfuge game was something Cammy was better at, but this one seemed to have a singular fixation. Fresh off the boat, rebelling against her strict daddy, trying too hard. The kind of girl who was more than happy to wear schoolgirl and sailor outfits for her native boyfriend, who spoke with an accent so thick it was probably performance for them too.

Chun Li wasn’t sure if the intel people were really good at their job, or if they weren’t filling in some gaps there with wish fulfillment.

“Uh,” The bouncer by the VIP room door glanced her way, then did a double take. “This is a private area.”

“This where fighter is, yes?” Chun-Li forced her voice as high and saccharine as possible.

“This room is for people with a pass only,” The bouncer responded with a flat, unenthused voice. He seemed taken aback by her getup, like it was quite literally a costume.

“I see fight, big strong fighter.” Chun-Li mimed a punch, forcing herself against all protest to make it the kind of sloppy, worthless strike that wouldn’t hurt anybody. It was actually harder than she expected after a lifetime of training. “This where he is?”

“Uh… lady,” The bouncer started. He looked like he was trying to decide if he believed her act or not.

“Hold on,” A man poked his head out from behind the curtain, holding a cocktail in one hand. He had the sleazy, open-collar, sweat-sheened face of a manager, complete with shaggy influencer beard and semi-permanent cocaine-sourced bloat.

He pushed his sunglasses down to reveal eyes so baggy and so bloodshot that Chun-Li wondered if he could actually see her, then he patted the bouncer on the shoulder. The larger, more serious man pulled away from his touch with something like quiet disgust. As he leaned, he spilled his drink just slightly, then scowled at the ground like it was the one at fault. When he looked back at her, he licked his lips.

“Oh yeah,” The drunken man purred after a moment. “He’s gonna love her.”

The bouncer stepped aside with a wince and pulled back the VIP room curtain, nodding Chun-Li in politely. She stepped past him and the manager-looking drunken man next to him, the latter fell in line behind her a moment later. As Chun-Li made her way back into the lounge, she smelled his cologne as it closed over her like an eye-watering cloud, then let out a high-pitched, indignant squeal as she felt him pinch her butt.

"Sir, no touch please!" She forced herself to throw in a little giggle.

“Damn, you got a great ass,” It probably didn’t even cross his mind to play coy or pretend to apologize. “You an athlete?”

“Gymnastics.” Chun-Li responded with what she figured gave her the most plausible deniability. “And daddy teach me some martial art. Ancient Chinese secret.”

“Oh shit,” The reeking man snickered, “You master the Wu-Tang sword?”

“Oh no, sword too heavy for girl!” Chun-Li smiled placidly.

She walked very slightly faster, then slightly faster still. Finding just the right speed where she was too quick for the stumbling, intoxicated man behind her but not obviously so. Considering the size of the pumps she was wearing, it was easier said than done, but it was done. No part of Kung-Fu training had involved outwalking a creep while wearing whore's stilettos. Just lots of shit like self-defense and mindfulness and inner peace. Useless, really.

“Wait, how old are you?” The man asked with surprising clarity after a moment.

“Uhhhh, how old for drink here?” Chun-Li asked sweetly.

“Twenty-one.” He answered.

“Then I twenty-one, obviously!” Chun-Li gave an overly-loud chuckle. "You no card me, right?"

"That depends," The man snickered. "You hiding your card in your bra? I might have to look for it."

"Oh no, no place for card in this." Chun-Li kept her pace up, forcing the drunken man to keep walking instead of stopping and making an excuse to frisk her. "Leave ID at home. I twenty-one, very promise."

The back room at the end of the hallway was a dimly-strobing party room covered in purple felt and soft brown imitation leather. Music was pulsing loudly, though not so overpoweringly as it had been out in the actual club, more of a continual thumping that pressed on her chest but which she could have spoken over without shouting. There was a haze of both smoke and sickly-smelling vape, empty and half-full bottles stacked on tables and laying on the floor. It was undersized, but a hive of activity.

All of it centered around the man in the middle, her target. He was laying back on the center couch, surrounded by women who seemed to only have eyes for him as well as the men who were desperate for even a crumb of the attention he was getting from them. His skin was dark in the dimly-lit room to the point that his perfectly-white, perfectly-unharmed teeth gleamed like the moon. He was wearing a dark purple shirt with most of its buttons undone and its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, flashes of chest hair and stray beads of sweat like pockmarks against the massive expanse of his shoulders and the stone-cut brutality of his muscles. It looked like he’d had to be poured into his tight leather pants. And he was wearing so much jewelry of such extravagant quality, so many rings and necklaces and chains, that even the tiny piercings in his earlobes glittered with obvious opulence. His neck was so thick as to make a perfect circular dome from his shoulders to the top of his bald head.

He was the picture of extravagance and ease, though in the ring last night, he’d been terrifying. Against his opponent, he’d moved like some superior form of human being sent down to inflict punishment upon anyone foolish enough to take up boxing against him. That his teeth were all almost certainly his own, and that his handsome face was completely unscarred and unbruised, were testaments to just how good he was and recently had been. Though his deformed, cauliflower ears and slighlty crooked nose suggested a very hard road to reach that point.

His name was Balrog, at least that was his ring name. And he was currently surrounded by what could only be described as a harem of every color of the rainbow. A couple white women, a few black, some Hispanic, but there were noticeably far more Asians than the rest. All of them were either models or looked like they could be models. Slim waists, big breasts and butts, makeup that excelled in looking like it wasn’t there while still doing tremendous amounts of work, one of the three or four trendy hairstyles of the moment. Heels, dresses, accessories. All designer, all haphazard but only in the way that would be allowed if one wanted to look relaxed. Nothing actually out of order or disheveled. Even the woman in front of him who was dancing, a girl whose body had probably cost less than her discarded outfit, showed no signs of sweat or exertion.

If Chun-Li had felt overdressed, over-made up, and out of place before, she felt it doubly now. She was on the verge of turning around when the sleazy man behind her caught up and put his hand on her shoulder, urging her forward. Well, it started on her shoulder, but he found a way to grope her again as he moved her further into the room.

“Heyyyy, big man.” He declared as he moved them toward the main couch. “Check out what I found.”

The women turned with a look of universal contempt, seemingly both for Chun-Li and for the creep hanging off of her. Balrog looked up disinterestedly, then seemed to choke on an inhale of his cigar. He took a sip of what looked like champagne to steady himself before standing up and taking a step toward them.

“Hello,” He spoke in a low, rumbling voice with about eighteen more L’s than the word usually had.

Chun-Li swallowed despite herself. Her kung-fu was strong, maybe the best in the world. If it were a true knock-down, drag-out fight, she would at least stand a chance if not win. But the mission meant she had to hold back on that until there was absolutely no doubt in her mind it was that or death. If that meant slapping and kicking weakly while she was poked, prodded, pinched, and even punched; that was what she’d signed up for. And by that token, the manager she wasn’t remotely worried about, but Balrog scared her shitless.

He was a full foot taller than her, plus a few inches extra. And that was with her in heels. There was so much muscle on him with so little fat that he was practically a wall. At the same time, he had an almost sweet look on his face. Almost certainly, he was putting on what passed for the charm with him. The smell of him overpowered everything else. On the one hand, she couldn't smell his manager's absolute wall of cheap cologne any more. On the other hand, she found her eyes watering slightly. He was a day removed from nearly killing a man around his same size in the ring, but he somehow still smelled of sweat. He smelled like the gym did around the afternoon but before the evening, like it was starting to set in what he'd done, but he still hadn't calmed all the way down yet. Judging by the number of girls and their state of dress, he probably had some other cooling down in mind. She just hoped she had caught him before he'd run out of stamina.

“And what is your name?” Balrog took one of her hands in one of his massive paws and lead her over toward his seat. Thankfully, the manager didn’t follow. As she sat down next to him, perching just slightly on the edge of her seat and careful not to get too close, she could still feel a radiating wave of heat coming from him.

“My name Nai Zi!” Chun-Li smiled dumbly, her stomach doing flips. “It mean Beautiful Flower.”

“A good fit,” Balrog purred. One of the Chinese women behind him gave her a look. “You sure you’re old enough to be back here?”

“Of course, silly!” Chun-Li grabbed a bottle of champagne from nearby and took a swill, thankful it was fairly cool still. Honestly, she didn't mind the smell of him, but she also spent more time in the gym than she did with most people. “Me see you fight. You very good fighter.”

“Well thank you,” Balrog smirked and put his hands behind his head.

A couple of the girls around him looked like they might have suspected her game, but she wasn’t sure which of her games it was they were onto. If it was how fake her accent was, that was one thing. But if it was her obviously bullshit name and sexed-up persona, that probably played into her cover, if anything. If they accused her of being some ditzy young woman playing at being somebody she wasn’t for the attention of the celebrity… well, they wouldn’t be entirely wrong. And she could always pivot from that position. And she could always just pretend they were plain jealous of her and how much attention she was getting.

One of them leaned in to whisper something and Balrog listened for a moment before pulling away and giving her a sour look, then making a shooing motion.

“Don’t mind my girls - my Rogettes,” He smiled. “They can get a little… territorial.”

“Even big man like you, this seem like lot of girls,” Chun-Li said playfully, then giggled. "Too little boxer to go around?"

“Baby, I got an appetite.” Balrog responded gruffly. He set one of his massive hands on her shoulder and Chun-Li just barely suppressed a shiver.

He shifted in his seat to punctuate saying it, and Chun-Li balked at the outline down one of the legs of his pants. It seemed like the exact reaction he'd been going for, and he gave it a little twitch just to prove that yes, it was real.

“O-oh,” She choked out. “Very, very big man.”

He seemed to have a thing about not getting to handsy in front of the chauffer, which Chun-Li was thankful for if only for some desperate pretense of a remaining shred of dignity. But as soon as they were in the massive mansion that was one of his houses, he was all over her. A flurry of hands and close proximity like he'd shown in the ring. The job description hadn’t technically involved sex, but that was in the same sense that sweeping the floor didn’t technically include picking up the stuff on it first. Sex had been expected, it would have been a miracle to pull the job off without sex. At the same time, Chun-Li did feel a little… cheap. This really was Cammy's game, and sometimes Cammy brought the details to bed with her, but sometimes she didn't.

Balrog was getting especially frantic as he neared another orgasm, gripping at her hips firmly enough to hurt. Chun-Li arched her back, trying to throw her butt back against him with as much force as he was throwing himself forward into her. It was a mindless, forceful, automatic motion at this point. Both of them covered in sweat, panting out breaths as fast as they could, and just trying to get the absolute most out of the mutual rut. Chun-Li was impressed, though not surprised, by the boxer’s stamina.

“Fuuuuck, baby,” Balrog finally groaned out, burying himself as deep as he’d go into her.

Chun-Li shuddered, feeling her thoroughly-beaten pussy clench sorely around him at the same time another pocket of heat bloomed in the reservoir tip of his condom. There was a deep, instinctual shiver inside of her. The feeling of his heat, his load so close to where it was aiming. Pressing right against that dangerous, fertile area it was designed to go. A fluttering, butterflies in the stomach feeling like she was actually being bred, even if she wasn’t. Considering his cock was the size of her forearm, she was usually just focused on doing everything she could not to pass out between orgasms, sometimes during orgasms.

A moment later, Balrog signed and rocked back on his hips, pulling himself out. Chun-Li gave a little, slightly weak shake of her hips as his head slid free of her. She glanced back to watch him pull off the condom, tossing it to the ground where the previous four were.

He was big, simply put. Big enough that he’d been an unpleasant stretch at first, big enough that both he and she were coated in lubricant as well as sweat, and big enough that his stamina was making her really question her life choices. Her poor pussy throbbed, trying to clench and close at the air, but not quite managing it. At this point, the stretch wasn’t unpleasant, far from it, but the lingering ache every time he drew himself out was more unpleasant than she’d expected. She'd done a good job of keeping the accent and the act up when he'd had her pull it out, she'd made all the right faces, but once they'd actually gotten into it, he'd been fully in control. At first, she'd thought about how long it had been since she'd been with a man, how long since a man had made her cum. Then she'd started wondering about if she'd ever cum this man times period.

“Mmm,” Balrog cleared his throat, reaching for a bottle of champagne he’d brought back with them, but found it empty. Either in annoyance or just to play, he gave Chun-Li’s ass a slap. When he went to grab another condom from the box, he frowned for a second before clicking his tongue against his teeth. Chun-Li gave her ass another wiggle, pushing her ass back against his still-hard cock. He grabbed her hips with both hands, then bent and kissed the small of her back, then her butt.

“We’re uh… out of condoms.” He murmured after a moment.

“Oh,” Chun-Li responded in dull surprise.

It was taking her brain a moment to catch up, but when it did, she winced slightly. She didn't trust any man, let alone one with Balrog’s appetite, to pull out in time. And despite his now four orgasms, he still seemed to be cumming a shockingly prodigious amount each time. She figured they were both far too deep in the rut to just get up and be done with it, but this did certainly raise a problem.

“We always got nature’s condom.” Balrog chuckled.

“What’s that, Mr. Boxer?” She asked sweetly.

“I want that ass,” He gripped her hips more firmly. “You’ve been teasing me with it since I first saw you.”

“What? Are you crazy?” Chun-Li yelped, barely making any effort for a moment to keep her accent up. "It my first time!"

“You weren’t calling me crazy when I stuck my thumb in, you seemed to love it.” Balrog said with a self-assured grin. He never asked for anything, never pleaded, never sulked. If he’d asked her to run around outside his house naked and she’d refused, he would have given her that same smile. The one that implied he was certain he would get what he wanted eventually.

“Your thing way too big for my ass, Mr.” Chun-Li pulled away from him slightly. “You break me!”

“I’ll be gentle.” He sounded so damn smug about it. She was pretty sure, deep down, he didn’t see this as bargaining.

Whatever her protests, he'd already grabbed a bottle of lubricant from his bedside dresser. She didn't have to have read the reports to expect that, considering the way he'd been groping it and spanking her and putting one finger and then another in basically the whole night. Once she'd gotten her dress off and his cock out, she was pretty sure he hadn't touched her breasts once. Okay, that was a lie, he'd bitten them a couple times, but he hadn't touched them with his hands. As she heard him lubing up his cock and felt a cold dollop on her back door, she gave a quick consideration to the life choices that had led her to this moment.

"I'm not sure you be gentle enough, Mr-" Chun-Li started, then sucked her breath in through her teeth as he pushed the tip in.

It went in easier than she'd expected, but that didn't mean it wasn't a hell of a thing. Chun-Li buried her face in the satin sheets and tried to muffle out a groan that felt like it was boiling up out of her stomach. They'd done all kinds of things to her as part of her training, and she'd gotten beaten up plenty on her job. But it wasn't a pain issue. It hurt, but not in the kind of way that torture did. But this felt wrong, it felt like her body was rejecting what was happening. Like she was trying to force him out every single second, and the fact that he was only sliding in deeper was something perverse and upsetting. The stretch went beyond just the hole, it felt like she was having her guts themselves stretched out.

"Oh fuck baby, you're doing so good." Balrog muttered. "Look at you taking me so well."

She wanted to tell him to shut up, because the problem was that he'd clearly talked somebody through this before. Both how gentle he was being and how he was talking was making it downright tolerable. But she was all pretty certain she wasn't going to be walking right for a few days after this. She didn't want it to be tolerable, and she certainly didn't want to be getting turned on by it.

When she felt his hips against her ass, his balls hanging down against her pussy, Chun-Li was almost disappointed in herself. Though that was pretty secondary to just breathing and trying to get through it. She was surprised by just how easy that was.

"There you go baby, you're a natural." Balrog purred.

He started to pump slowly in and out, and Chun-Li bit down on the sheet at the muted burn of it. She'd expected it to hurt more, considering his size. She still wasn't particularly fond of the inhuman stretch of it, but there was something to the churning feeling of being held open, like a spike inside of her, that had a perverse attraction. Maybe it was just the stupid rut they'd worked up together. Maybe if somebody had tried to shove a traffic cone inside of her at that point she'd have been receptive, but her second groan was a more confused, chesty sound. She lifted her face just enough to take a panting breath, and cringed slightly at the mask of makeup she'd left behind.

"Oh you like this," Balrog adjusted his angle slightly, and Chun-Li's face went back into the sheets. The new approach was hitting her in a way that she didn't entirely hate. "You sure this is your first time?"

"F-fuck-" Chun-Li squeaked, not trusting herself to speak.

Suddenly, she couldn't breathe. Chun-Li screamed into the pillow, prompting a laugh from Balrog. He had forced her legs wider apart with his knees and her thighs and ass were burning as she came, his balls slapping against her raw red pussy. She lost any semblance of control, and felt herself spraying wetness down onto his sheets. For a second, she thought she might have wet herself, but she couldn't string a sentence together. Her ass was trying to squeeze and clench shut around him, but it couldn't manage it, and for some reason that only seemed to make each crackle of pleasure magnify. She reached back and stroked her clit furiously, trying to make some sense of it, and nearly collapsed forward as a result. Her hips kept jerking and twitching. It was the strangest orgasm of her life, a sort of total collapse. Some pain and discomfort mixed with a feeling that was less like being consumed by pleasure and more like being lost in it. Nothing made sense, up was down, in was out. Her head was pounding, and it was only when she realized that that she turned her head to the side and took in a gasping breath before screaming again.

"I knew I could make you do that," Balrog kept thrusting as her orgasm abated, but it didn't have the same overstimulated and sore feeling that that might have produced elsewhere. It was more like he was dragging it out, extending it and trying to roll it on long enough that it overlapped with the one that would come next. "You looked like a squirter."

"I never… do that…" Chun-Li squeaked.

"You looked like a squirter because they all do with me," Balrog boasted.

After a few more seconds he stopped his thrusting and rolled her over onto her back, not taking his dick out of her ass. Chun-Li laid back with her forearm over her eyes, panting desperately for breath. Then Balrog grabbed her wrists and set them to either side of her head as he pushed his body weight down on top of her, kissing her before getting back to work.

There was, in theory, a mission. Some business between Balrog and Shadaloo, some secret deal being done or some hidden item or something somewhere in his mansion. She was pretty sure she’d even remember what it was at some point, too.

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