Go for it.

You take a deep breath, and step in.

From the way Casey was talking you were expecting manacles hanging from the ceiling. But really, it didn't look much different. It was quieter, though, most of the girls just went about their business without talking to each other.

A woman you thought you recognized from one of the femdom porns you caught your ex-boyfriend watching behind your back stares at you. Kim gives her the evil eye, and she goes back to whatever it was she was doing. Sorting the biggest collection of dildos you've ever seen, actually.

"That's Chantz Fortune. If you want to keep out of trouble with her, don't be weak. Her entire reason for being here is because she loves making sissies out of the weaker girls and the random men who don't realize how real this all is and come here thinking they'll get a quick lay. Christy, have you seen the gym yet?"

"No." You answer honestly.

"Well, that's good then, because everyone who wants to meet you is in there. C'mon Kim, quit trying to intimidate Chantz. You're not going to attack her because you know the rules and she's not going to attack you because you're not her type."

Kim Austin shrugs her shoulders and leads the way into the gym, kicking the doors open with a bang.

There are a lot of people there. You recognize both Chichi and the blonde girl who you saw with her that first day. Chichi's just standing around and talking. The blonde girl's sitting at an adductor machine, and what's more, she's maxed it out without even any noticable effort. You make a mental note to try and never let her put you in a scissor hold.

There's a short redheaded girl who looks like she's about as strong as a tank. She's doing bench presses with too many 45 pound plates on the bar for you to count at a glance. Her spotter is pretty muscular too - she's blonde and has huge fake tits as opposed to pecs. She's also wearing what looks like a modified olympic style wrestling singlet. Off to the side are two more girls. One is taller and slender, and she has a heavily painted face and is draped in see-thru robes. She glances at you... at least you think she does. Looking at her too long hurts your eyes. The other one is wearing, of all things, green bodypaint, and looks just like the Wicked Witch in the pornographic wizard of Oz.

(Now there was a weird movie... yeah, it was pretty cool when Dorothy killed the Wicked Witch by assfucking her with the ruby strapon, but the scene with the flying "monkeys" was something you'd rather never think about again.)

"Girls, this is Christy." Miss H points at you.

"Oh goody, she came! I was afraid the good girls would scare her away..." Chichi jumps up and hugs you. You're almost too startled to hug her back.

"These are a group of wrestlers who get along fairly well." Miss H continues as if nothing is happening as Chichi's hand slips down and grabs your ass. You shiver. "That's Dolly using the adductor machine. Mighty Allison doing bench presses with Melissa spotting for her. And over there, that's Wendy in the green and Reina in the robes."

"We're totally a stable. Well, Reina and Miss H aren't part of it, but Miss H is for real me and Dolly's teacher, and Reina and Wendy are a tag team."

"And that was inexcusably bad grammar, Chichi."

Chichi's response is interrupted as Allison puts the weights she was pressing down with a loud clank and sits up to look at you. She licks her lips.

You'd have shivered, but Chichi still hasn't let you go, and so you already were. She's still got a hand on your ass and one of her little fit thighs in between your legs.

Kim Austin sighs loudly. "Seeing as no one's ever bothered to explain this to you, Chrissy, the way this works is you've got your three tryout matches. Until you've finished them, you don't have to pick between face and heel, but both sides are gonna be trying to recruit you."

"And so, we totally just want to show you the reason they say bad girls have more fun." Chichi takes back over. "Anyway, it's not like the good girls are as good as they say they are... did you meet someone named Tara while you were over there? Dark haired fitness girl who's in love with her own abs?"

You hadn't been introduced, but you'd seen her. Saying she stood out from the crowd was putting it mildly.

Chichi continues. "Well lemme tell you, that girl is as depraved and sadistic as the worst of us bad girls. But she only picks on bad girls because that way she can claim she's exacting justice. And you won't see her taking too many matches with people on her own level. She and Miss H fought to a draw, but you haven't heard Tara asking for a rematch, have you?"

"Uh, no, but I just got here, so I wouldn't have, right?"

"I think y'all are getting along fine, so I'm heading out for a drink. Delisha brought a keg of Irish draft, and she'll probably give you some if you ask real nice and polite." Kim left abruptly.

"Most of you aren't twenty-one yet don't even think about it." Miss H said sharply.

"So look..." said Chichi. "Now since you're new and all if this is moving too fast, you can, like, say something. But we prepared a little welcome party for you. It's waiting in the sauna."