Please, it's not even close.

(IN CASE YOUR WONDERING: YES, I HIT "PUBLISHED" INSTEAD OF "DRAFT" AGAIN. - SORRY)

Nevin bores down against the curvy bounty-hunter's arm, wanting to make the famous Red Monika his cock sucking bitch. If relying solely on brute ****, Monika knows she would probably be defeated. Though the businessman has considerable strength for his frame, he lacks the quickness and martial knowledge of leverage and muscle control possessed by the dangerous redhead.

Monika's muscles burn under the ****, but she does not budge an inch. With a dismissive purr that doesn't hint at the strain she is under Monika toys with her opponent. “Come on big man, if you want me on my knees, you need to earn it.”

“You're going down.” Nevin hisses as a bead of sweat runs down his forehead. Foolishly, the business tries one last thrust. The moment his arm tenses to prepare for a final rush forward, however, the buxom thief pounces.

“Time to pay up.” Monika's seductive tone adds to Nevin's surprise while the redhead locks her wrist in a devious fashion, driving his hand against the desk.

“Damn it.” Nevin swears, but soon gives a smile. “You're one hell of woman. I'm glad you're working for me.”

“Thanks.” Monika stands with a swagger. “I like a man who is a good sport.”

“Here is your 1,000 gold and your round trip pass, fairly won.” Nevin nods with appreciation. “And 6,000 awaits when you return. Your ship heads out in the hour. Good luck Red.”

Monika pockets the coin and the pass, and begins to walk out of the businessman's office. Looking over her shoulder she grins, “Maybe I'll give you a rematch when I get back. But, let's up the stakes, how are you at wrestling?”