Go to Kink Co.

You pull into the parking lot of the Kink Corp building with your gas resting on 'E'. You're now almost out of gas and completely out of money. Now it's do-or-die. You feel your legs shake as your stomach churns. Are you really going to do this? You think back to the videos you saw, and how humiliating some of the punishments were. But you press on when you think of Eveline, and how she has utterly ruined your life at every turn.

Maybe this will be a fresh start. A new career she can't destroy. But for now, you try to focus on the fights ahead. You took some self-defense classes, but have never been in a real fight before.

You enter the building, show your identification and get escorted down a series of corporate hallways until you reach the auditorium, where a square wrestling ring sits in the middle of a growing crowd.

Omg... there must be a couple hundred here at least...

The thought makes you sick, even though you were prepared to fight in front of a few million fetishist fans over the internet. Seeing the crowd makes you realize how public this will be. What if your friends see this? What if you fail... and Eveline saw it?

Your chest starts to tense up again until you feel a sudden tap on your shoulder. You gasp as you turn around, but are met with a friendly-looking alternative woman with a warm smile. Her hair is cropped short pixie style and dyed a dark red, and she piercings in her nose, cheeks and tongue.

"Hm, let me guess, you're one of the amateurs in the tournament? I'm Sophie."

"Y-yeah..." you say, **** a little as your regain your compusure. "How could you tell?"

"I know what first-match jitters looks like by now," Sophie says with a hand gently rubbing your shoulder. "You'll do fine, sweetie."

You flash back a half-hearted smile. "So do I need to sign anything else or..."

"Nope, that was all taken care of when you signed the waivers... you did read the terms in conditions, I hope..."

You look away.

She taps her tablet. "Well, anyway I just need your ring name. It's not showing up on here."

You light up. You spent all night thinking of a name for yourself, and you were pretty pleased with what you came up with. Hands on your hips, you declare, "My name is... Wildcat!"

Sophie sucks the air through her teeth. That one was actually just taken this morning...

You scatch your head and try to think of something else. After a few moments of awkward silence, Sophie speaks up.

"How about we just call you Blondie?" she says while pointing at your bright blonde hair.

"Wh- uh, n-"

"Ok, you're all set!" Sophie says with a cheerful smile. "You better hurry, the event starts in a few minutes. Your locker room is #13. There's a few different outfits in your size so you'll be able to change between matches if you move up."

She pauses and reads the nervous look on your face.

"You excited?"

"A little anxious, honestly... some of those 'punishments' looked..."

"Oh, you're not into that kind of stuff?"

You shake your head meekly.

"Aw, little scoop of vanilla, huh? You like wrestling or-"

"I really need this money."

She gives a sad yet sweet smile and another reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Awh, I hope you win it. You seem really sweet."

"Thanks." You smile and nod.

You make your way down the side corridor and down the row of individual locker rooms. Somewhere near the middle, you find room number thirteen. Inside, you find a variety of clothes ranging from flashy and skimpy to simple and practical. Thongs, lingerie, leotards, biknis, shorts and leggings line the shelves of one locker. Opening the one beside it, you see a variety of objects you can only assume are sex toys: handcuffs, collars and leashes, lubricant and a strap-on, ball gags, rope and other devices made for **** and humiliation.

Your stomach turns as you realize everyone else has a locker filled with kinky sex toys like this, and you just agreed to fight all of them.

If I lose even once... oh fuck, what was I thinking??

A buzz from the intercom breaks your mental spiral. "Miss Blondie, you're on in 5 minutes."