Of course

by LordXorph

mily pushed the sleazy older woman away and got up. "Um, no!" she stammered, "that's all. Um, I really need to get going. Um, thanks for your time." When Emily got to the door she found it was locked. Sally smiled. "Only a maniac like me would modify the door to automatically lock from the inside, huh?"

Emily kept rattling the doorknob. Sally said, "But I see on your notepad that you've still got a few questions. Go ahead and ask them, but for every question you ask you have to take off some clothes."

"What!? No way! Let me out!" squealed Emily. Sally shook her head. "I don't think so. Do what I tell you or I'll come over there and strip you myself without answering any questions."

Emily sighed and took off her shoes and socks. She asked, "Are you dating anyone at the moment?" Sally laughed a hearty laugh of genuine amusement. "Me? Hahaha. No way! Can you really see me going in for romantic dinners or long walks on the beach? Hahaha, not my style at all. I cut through all that bullshit, I just find someone I'd like to fuck, fuck 'em and leave 'em. Next question."

Reluctantly Emily unbuttoned her shirt. She was acutely embarrassed; she could almost feel Sally's gaze on her. It was without a doubt the most aggressively sleazy look she'd ever experienced. "What do you like to do in your spare time?"

Sally thought for a moment. "Oh, the usual. Sometimes I like to read a book or watch a DVD, or have orgies with my adoring fans. I also keep myself in shape, exercising takes up a lot of my free time but it's worth it. I'm in fantastic physical condition. Come over here and feel how hard my abs are." Emily didn't really want to, but she didn't dare refuse. Gingerly she put her hand on the black woman's six pack. It was indeed rock hard. Sally put her hand over Emily's and gently moved it lower, towards her own groin. "Next question."

Emily awkwardly pulled down her skirt with her one free hand. "People have accused you of being dirty, or a cheat. How do you respond to those allegations?"

Sally laughed again, genuinely amused and without any bitterness. "I think you can't reach the top without bending the rules a little and there's nothing worse than holier-than-thou idiots who think they're above doing it. Yes, I cheat. Shamelessly, frequently and audaciously. If I get away with it, great. If I get caught I take my penalty without bitching. I think that's more honest than all that 'it's how you play the game' bullshit. Next question."

Poor Emily was now thoroughly humiliated and uncomfortable. She didn't want to take off her bra for this dirty woman, but she had no real choice. Trying to avoid making eye contact with Sally, she ashamedly let her blue bra drop to the floor. "Are you looking forward to mixed matches, or will you stick with the all-female events?"

Sally was now trying to work Emily's hand down the front of her tights. Emily gasped and pulled away. Sally smiled and answered, "I'll take on anyone, any time. Male or female. But like I said, I don't think much of any of the men in the league. It's really only some of the top girls that I think are worthy opponents, so I'll just compete in the women's events for now. But of course it all depends on who Tanya McVan schedules me to fight. Next question."

Emily blushed. "Please don't make me." Sally frowned. "Honeybuns, you'll drop those panties and ask your damn question. Now. And don't even think of covering yourself with your hands." Emily fought to control herself, and reluctantly let her blue cotton panties down. Sally whistled appreciatively. Emily asked, "Lots of fighters have gimmicks or signature moves, but you don't. Are you thinking of developing anything in that area?"

Sally looked angry. "Now look here! I'm not a poser, or an actor or a primping little ninny. I don't go in for cheap showy crap like that. I just fight hard and fuck harder, and I like to enjoy myself at someone else's expense. That's me. And it's part of the reason why Tanya McVan wanted me in the league, because there's too much of that showy shit going on."