The meet

The wrestling meet between The Paradise Club and The Avalon Club was indeed a highly contested one, and would come down to the final match in the 115 lb class. Carson and Alex sat side-by-side in the front row of chairs reserved for top-tier members, placed at the center of the mat. Alex had changed into a snugly fitting short red dress with black stiletto-heeled shoes. Her long, dark brown hair was styled into an elegant and intricate braid. Carson had dressed in a white button-down shirt with a black silk tie, black pants, and black leather loafers. They watched as two men dressed in red polo shirts bearing the emblem of The Paradise Club, black pants, and no shoes, used brooms with wide, flat, bristleless heads to spread a disinfectant around the mat, as was done after every match, then ran back and forth across it, pushing towels to quickly dry it.

"So, what do you think so far?" Alex asked as she leaned slightly closer to Carson.

"It's been highly entertaining." The two men finished their work, and a woman with long black hair stepped onto the mat. She was the referee for the match, dressed in a vertically striped black-and-white shirt, black booty shorts, no shoes, and a whistle hanging from her neck.

The two wrestlers then stepped onto the mat from opposing ends. A blonde representing The Paradise Club had her hair tightly braided into a ponytail. Like the rest of the team, she wore a tiny red and gold string bikini. On the other end of the mat was The Avalon Club's representative. She was a redhead with her hair in a tight bun. Her string bikini, like the rest of her team’s, was dark green and black.

The referee moved to the center of the mat, facing The Paradise Club’s side of the crowd, since they were hosting. "Ladies and gentlemen," she began, effortlessly projecting her voice to be clearly heard around the room. "It is time for our last match," she continued before moving her right arm toward the redhead. "Representing The Avalon Club, weighing in at 115 pounds, McKenzie Donavan.” The crowd on the opposite side of the room erupted in cheers and applause as McKenzie turned to them and bowed, giving Jake and the other crowd members an unobstructed view of her ass. “And representing The Paradise Club,” the referee continued after the applause died down, “also weighing in at 115 pounds, Rylee Southerland.” This time, the members of The Paradise Club erupted into cheers as Rylyee turned to face them and bowed. “Wrestlers, to center and shake hands.” Both women walked to the center of the mat. Neither took her eyes off the other.

“This will be a good match,” Carson said with a smile. “These two respect the hell out of each other. No ill will, just respect for the other person and their abilities, and pride on the line.”

“You know that how?” Alex asked, her voice a mix of amusement and curiosity, like music to his ears.

“I wrestled in middle school and high school,” he said with a shrug. “I was good, for my school at least, but not good enough to compete in college. One of my best friends went to another school, and whenever we got paired up at a meet, well,” he said before pointing to the three women. Both McKenzie and Rylee stood near the center of the mat with the referee between them. They shook hands with a firm grip and only one downward motion of their hands. Each had a smirk on her face, eager to compete, to test themselves, and do their absolute best to score the win for their respective club.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“Only the good kind, I hope.”

“So far.”

“Please put ten minutes on the clock, wrestlers go on my whistle,” the referee said before a series of beeps was heard. Carson clanced up at the large screen on the wall behind the opposing crowd. At the top center of the screen, a timer showed 10:00. Beneath that and slightly to the left was McKenzie’s name, and next to that, Rylee’s. Under each of the women’s names was a large zero. “Get ready…” the referee added as she raised the whistle to her lips, and the two women adopted a stance that left them well-balanced and lowered their centers of gravity. Time seemed to freeze, then the referee blew the whistle, and the high, shrill sound cut through the air like a hot knife through butter.

The two wrestlers began to circle one another, slowly at first, then, adding controlled bursts of speed. They were testing one another, searching for an opening. Rylee made a quick grab for McKenzie’s left ankle, her arm and hand moving with the speed and accuracy of a viper.

McKenzie was just quick enough to evade, gracefully sliding back on the mat, balanced on the balls of her feet. She then launched herself forward toward Rylee. Rylee had expected this, and with picture-perfect timing, slid her feet back, and fell forward, landing in a sprawl with her upper body over McKenzie's back, and the redhead trapped in a front face lock by Rylee's right arm.

"Denied takedown red," the referee said before the zero under Rylee's name changed to a one. "Control red," she added after another second, and the one became a three. Rylee had to shift her weight to use her free hand to untie McKenzie’s top. The redhead took advantage. She surged, putting Rylee on her back, but not before her top fluttered to the mat. When they landed, McKenzie found herself trapped in Rylee’s guard. “Removal of top,” the referee said before two more points were added to Rylee’s total. “Control broken, control green.” Rylee’s score improved to five, and McKenzie’s to two.

McKenzie tried to posture up, but Rylee’s arms held too tightly around her head and neck. She then reached back and pressed on Rylee’s knee, trying to open her guard, but the blonde had her ankles crossed, and each movement the redhead made cost her precious oxygen and energy. After waiting a moment to get some of her energy back, McKenzie reached with her right hand for the tie of Rylee’s bikini bottoms. Rylee defended, but gave McKenzie an opening to slide a hand between them and press on her chin, forcing her to turn her head and lessen her strength. McKenzie pressed her advantage, planted her feet, and again tried to posture up. Once again, Rylee’s hand shot for an ankle, this time catching it from the inside. The blonde pushed the redhead’s foot outward, throwing her off balance. She rolled on her hip, causing them both to roll with Rylee landing on top in the mount.

“Nicely done,” Carson said with a smile.

“Control broken, control red,” the referee said as two more points were added to Rylee’s total. Rylee qucily slid up McKenzie’s body, wedging her knees into the redhead’s armpits and wrapping her arms over McKenzie’s, trapping each of them in a wizzard. With the position secured, Rylee pressed her breasts into McKenzie’s face and began to drag them back and forth. “**** motor boating through the top, red,” the referee said. Each time Rylee moved, a point was added to her total.

Rylee got too confident and moved a fraction of an inch too far to one side. McKenzie bridged hard, forcing Rylee to release one of the wizzards to stabilize herself, but she was too late; her weight left McKenzie’s body, and in the brief opening, the blonde was not only able to scramble out from under her opponent, but also undo her top as well. “Control broken, removal of clothing green,” the referee said as the score updated and the two wrestlers, now both topless, began to circle eachother again. They came together in a collar and elbow. Each pushed against the other in a test of strength. Neither had an advantage, and it seemed neither was willing to concede. That was until McKenzie tried to push Rylee back, but the blonde had anticipated this and pushed up hard on McKenzie’s tricep. When her opponent’s arm went under, she slipped behind, grabbed her waist in a rear waist lock. She pulled back, dragging her down, and rolled through with fluid grace. They landed with Rylee on top in side control with her legs straight out, pressing all of her weight down on McKenzie.

“Take down red, control red,” the referee said as the score updated, adding four points to Rylee’s total. As this was going on, McKenzie tried to frame her arms under Rylee’s hips and neck, but Rylee shifted slightly, driving her shoulder into McKenzie’s chin, forcing her to turn her head. With McKenzie now unable to use her full strength to attempt a bridge, Rylee quickly untied and ripped away McKenzie’s bikini bottoms, and almost immediately after, began to rapidly pump her index and middle fingers in and out of her pussy, while rubbing her clit with her thumb. “Stimulation red.” With each pump of her skilled fingers, Rylee’s score climbed higher by two points.

McKenzie squirmed and tried to frame, tried to bridge, but the harder she fought, the faster her pleasure seemed to grow. Grunts of effort became whimpers and whines of shame. “It’s over. Looks like The Paradise Club takes the honors this time,” Alex said as she leaned close to Carson.

“Yeah,” Carson agreed. “I wonder if she’ll concede after her first orgasm, or if she’ll ride it out to the end?”

Seconds later, it almost appeared like McKenzie managed to bridge. “Nooo!” she said through clenched teeth as fluids began to leak from her pussy with each of Rylee’s pumps.

“**** orgasm, red, concession possible,” the referee said as Rylee’s score jumped by 100 points.

“No!” McKenzie said with fresh determination. She bridged, but the effort only brought on a second orgasm, and moments later, a technical consession by referee stoppage. Rylee stood and helped McKenzie to her feet. They shook hands and congratulated one another on the match, Rylee with a look of hunger on her face, and McKenzie with a mixed look of anticipation and fear.

Both wrestlers left the mat to grab a quick drink before stepping back onto the mat. This time, McKenzie was still naked, and Rylee had replaced her bikini bottoms with a large red strap-on on a matching harness. They stood with the referee between them, the referee gripping one of their wrists. “You’re winner,” she said before raising Rylee’s arm. “Rylee Southerland, claim your prize,” she said before walking off the mat.

Rylee and McKenzie turned to face one another. “Get down on your hands and knees,” Rylee ordered. McKenzie quickly dropped, and Rylee grabbed her by the hair. She made the redhead crawl at her side pike a prized pet, several times around the mat, always keeping a tight grip on her hair to maintain control before leading her back to the center of the mat. “Suck my cock.”

“How often does the club have these meets?” Carson asked, clearly already looking forward to the next one.

“Three or four times a year,” Alex replied as they watched McKenzie take more and more of the silicone cock into her mouth. She placed her hands on Rylee’s thighs for support as she pressed her nose to the harness and gagged on the fake cock filling her mouth.

“Hands off, loser,” Rylee barked. McKenzie half-whimpered and half-gagged as she placed her hands behind her back. After about another minute, Rylee pulled her off, allowing her to take a deep breath as a glob of sylvia fell from her chin onto the mat. “Head on the mat, ass in the air, and look at your team.” McKenzie quickly obeyed, her body trembling and beginning to flush with shame that only further heightened her arousal. Her breath hitched as Rylee stood with her feet on either side of her hips, then squat down as she lined up the strap-on with her entrance. “Tell me what a loser you are while I fuck you.”

“I’m a loser! I’m a loser!” McKenzie moaned each time the victorious blonde buried the silicone cock in her pussy.

What will happen next? Answer in comments.

A) A friend of Carson's visits L.A. and him.

B) Kennedy earns a punishment

C) Alex's mother pays her a visit