Professor Meg Jones

The Door opens and Jen’s jaw hits the ground. Professor Jones is standing there dressed like a dominatrix. Gone was the turtle neck and loose pants and in their place was a shiny corset and miniskirt with arm covering gloves and boots that went right up to the bottom of the miniskirt.

“Hello Jen,” She cooed, “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation. Please come in.”

Jones stepped back and let Jen in and closed the door behind her. She waved for Jen to take a seat at a desk and in walked another young woman in a shiny sexy stage magician outfit; black hot pant, white blouse, black tail jacket, and knee boots. Jen was surprised to see the lady put her hands behind her back and kiss Professor Jones. Jen looked down and noticed that the young woman’s boots had her standing on the tips of her toes like a ballerina with a metal spike heel forcing her to stay that way.

“Is this the new girl Mistress?” the younger woman asked when Meg broke the kiss, “I’m sure the ladies will love her.”

“Yes,” Meg smiled, “Go start your song and dance for our lovely customers.”

Meg walked around the desk as the younger woman walked off and sat down pulling out two folders.

“So let me explain what happens here,” Meg smiled, “You see that hotel over there? Right now some wealthy women are getting set in their hotel rooms with smart TVs and special tablets with slots for their debit cards. In turn we send over video feeds of our young ladies competing for their entertainment.”

Jen cocked her head.

“What happens is that two young women enter the ring, they fight and try to subdue, bind and dominate each other. And I mean,” Meg smiled picking up a dildo, “**** to orgasm under external stimulation by the victor.”

Jen’s eyes went wide at the sight of the dildo.

“We have a dress code as well,” Meg said, “Latex, all latex. Latex costumes. Now I am sure you have some questions.”

“What?” Jen asked, “Why? Who? How?”

“Relax,” Meg smiled, “This little enterprise is of women by women for women who love women. We have vetted everyone before they can get a room. All of them are paying top dollar. Those fees pay for the overhead here, health care for our staff, and for community programs like that nice gym you give classes in every week. The betting pays provides the pot for some extra fun and cash paychecks. Everyone of them are either bi-sexual of a full on lesbian. There are no men watching what so ever. We provide a new lesbian gladiatorial competition, and they fund our charity projects. Now I am sure you would like some money so what do you say? Besides, didn’t you have a girlfriend last semester?”

“Yeah,” Jen shrugged.

“And you are a skilled fighter and we know you don’t have a latex allergy after that accident last week,” Meg said, “So why not join us for match?”

“Ok,” Jen agrees, “What do I have to do?”

“Well,” Meg regarded the two folders, “Either sign a night-fight contract or a season league contract and then head down to get outfitted with some rubber while we set up a fight for you.”

“What’s the difference?” Jen asked.

“Well the night fight contract,” Meg said, “Minnium payout is $150, or five percent up to four thousand for the loser or fifty percent up to five thousand for the winner. Loser has to live stream their post-fight locker room care and cool down while the winner can choose to or not. Leave here at the end of the night with no other obligations.”

Meg took her hand off one folder and put the other on the other folder.

“Take the season contract and you show up every Friday night for the six months of the season,” Meg smiled, “And then you have the standard payouts as well as tips. There are also opportunities for meet and greets with the ladies as well. Ah, Hello Sally, Hello Michelle!”

Behind Jen an Asian and Hispanic girl entered in each other’s arms.

“Hello Mistress Meg,” the pair smiled.

“So Jen,” Meg smiled, “Do you want in?”

Meg pushed the two folders towards Jen.