It's close, but Monika is triumphant.

For a few tense moments the battle is very much in doubt. Monika is by far the more experienced and skilled combatant, and though strong for a woman, she cannot match the taller businessman's surprising strength.

“You're strong for man who flies a desk.” Monika jokes, hiding her growing concern that she might be soon topless and with Nevin's cock in her mouth.

“And you for a woman.” Nevin returns the favor, not wanting to lose to a woman and very much desiring a blow job from the famous buxom bounty hunter.

Slowly, the redhead's knowledge of leverage and muscle control wins the day and the business man's hand is driven down to the table.

“Hmpt.” Nevin grunts. “I'm not sure if I should be pissed about losing a hand wrestling contest to a woman or pleased that I just hired one bad-ass bounty hunter.”

Monika stands. “It was closer then it looked.” She concedes. “If you had a bit more skill with your strength I would be taking off my top right now.”

“Thanks.” Nevin nods. “I think that makes me feel better. Either way, here is your 1,000 gold and your round trip pass, fairly won. 6,000 awaits when you return. Your ship heads out in the hour. Good luck Red. Maybe we can have a rematch when you get back?”

“Maybe.” Monika smiles. “Double or nothing?”

Nevin is silent for a bit as Monika heads out of the office. “What does that mean?”

“I”ll let you think about it.” Monika teases.