The hidden gym

Gracie would have missed the secret gym if she hadn't had detailed directions. However, she and Siobhan went through the unmarked door behind the pawn shop and up a poorly lit flight of stairs to find a small gym with a tiny free weight section, a bag station where a tall lithe blonde was pounding the heavy bag with her elbows and shins. Muay-Thai, noted Gracie.

In the centre of the gym stood a traditional square sparring ring. Although the ring had the usual set of ropes, it was set at floor level, so any spectators would be on a level with the fighters. Not, that there were any spectators.

As the two girls came in, a muscular and buxom redhead came through the door opposite them. "Hi! I'm Jade. Which one of you is Gracie?" she said with a smile and made her way over to greet them. the blonde stopped hitting the bag and turned to them too, although a little less cheerfully. "Jennifer", she said with a smile.

After introductions were made, Jade began to explain the rules of their proposed practice fight, while her friend headed off to a locker against the wall and started rummaging.

"Ok, so we're agreed. Same rules as the competition. No surrenders accepted. It goes on as long as the winner wants. You don't get to go till we let you".

"Yeah, yeah", said Gracie "You're gonna get used to the taste of my pussy bitch"!

"What the hell has she got there"? asked Siobhan incredulously, interrupting.

"Something to add a little spice to the bout", said Jade, as her friend lifted a training stool into the neutral corner of the ring. On it, she placed a large black strapon. "Winner gets to do whatever they want with the loser. Thats the rules."

"Holy Fuck!", said Siobhan looking at the dildo on the harness. It was at least the width of her forearm. "Glad I'm not going to be losing".

"One other thing. Its not a tag match and your buddy cant join you in the ring, but if you can get your opponent into your corner, and she can reach her, then your pal can help out, as long as she doesnt set foot in the ring. Got it"?

Gracie looked at her appraisingly. Tall and thin and although busty, she was still pert with youth. Her tits were currently held in a black lycra sports bra, unlike the traditional string bikini tops which were the standard formal fight wear. Not likely to be a grappler given her build she considered. Some kind of kicker maybe? "Enough talking. Let's fight!" said Gracie.