The Match Begins

Before the match began I had one of my little helpers snatch her bra out of her dressing room. Nothing to big to rise suspicions of me cheating but a little detail like that to expose her to the audience of how much of a little exhibitionist she is would be perfect for my plan.

I entered the arena wearing a flimsy silk Dress that left very little to the imagination. I could feel the eyes of the audience, their cheers, their lewd cat calls, I loved it, and I loved my control over them even more!

Then the little bitch made her appearance. She waved to her adoring fans blowing kisses to those with hand made posters for their favorite hero. I rolled my eyes but then I noticed the slight tinge of embarrassment in her face and how feint her shirt was. Without her bra Black Angel’s tits could barely be traced on her blouse, how delicious!