Getting to know Vixen

Jen came to in a strange room in a panic.

“Relax,” Kelly said leaning down towards Jen, “The match is over, you are back stage.”

“Oh thank god,” Jen’s eyes fluttered, “Vixen just humiliated me.”

“Nothing personal honey,” Vixen’s voice came from Jen’s left ear.

Jen’s eyes went wide and she looked around. She wasn’t in the dressing room from before, rather she was in another dressing room. She was sitting in a loveseat with Vixen to her left and another handler in on Vixen’s left. Jen tried to move but found her hands bundled in fists and secured together at the wrists behind her back and her knees and ankles secured with belts.

“Hold on,” Vixen said putting her hand on Jen’s shoulder, “Relax Jen. I’m not going to hurt you. You are obligated to be live stream for your post fight care.”

Jen felt Vixen’s breath as she leaned in close to her ear.

“Since you are on a season contract, here is some advice,” Vixen breathed in Jen’s ear, “the ladies don’t lay out as much cash on bets as they do for tips. And they put more in the tips if the victor takes the loser back to their locker room for a more romantic rematch.”

Jen was expecting something from Vixen but instead Vixen leaned back and stood up. Her handler handed her some face wipes and she removed the fox face paint. Once she was done, she pulled the wipe from her face, Vixen was familiar. Jen swore she knew her from somewhere… It clicked in Jen’s mind. Vixen was Bree something or other, the champion girl on the university’s wrestling team.

“Yep,” Bree smiled, “Bree McGraff the wrestling star. Once you hit the ground it was my game. Don’t feel bad, you probably would have won had it been a stand up fight…”

“But my dumb ass tripped on a butt plug,” Jen chided herself.

“Would you like a rematch?” Bree asked with a smile.

“Next week?” Jen asked, “In the ring?”

“Tomorrow night,” Bree had a naughty grin, “The California King in my apartment?”

Jen kept an eye on Bree but didn’t say anything. Bree walked over to her handler who greeted her with some handling. The young woman put one hand on Bree’s tit and the other around her hip as the two started kissing.

“Here,” Kelly said, “I think you need a drink.”

Jen turned to see Kelly holding out another water bottle, but this time with a purple label with the normal cap switched out with a screw on rubber nipple similar to a baby bottle top. As humiliating as it was, Jen leaned over and started sucking on the bottle’s nipple. This time the water has slight grape taste to it. Bree broke the kiss but stayed in her handler’s arms as she pulled off the hood of her catsuit. Jen noticed Bree’s pretty hair and freckles. She found herself looking at Bree’s handler’s grouping Bree’s bosom. Jen was surprised when Kelly took the bottle away from her face. She had drank the whole bottle without noticing.

“Mistress Meg developed a program to help us be more comfortable,” Bree smiled, “Want to give it a try? It is entirely your choice.”

Jen thought about it for a second before answering.