College Bikini Beatdown

It’d been a few days since you signed up for this ‘bikini battle’ tournament your college was hosting. Since then you made sure to train hard: running and swimming to improve stamina, stretching to improve flexibility, and posting selfies of your bikini body on Instagram.

Okay, the last one might not necessarily be preparing, but who could blame you? You bought a cute camo-bikini with pink trim just for the tournament, and at a bargain price! After you saw this ad for it online, you knew you had to get it:

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The camo made you look and feel like a total badass, and it just made you feel sexy in general (especially the thong bottoms). If you were gonna give a few rich girls a beatdown, might as well look good while doing it, right? The fact that your bikini hugged you in just the right places was a total bonus! In fact, it was so comfortable you decided to wear it today!

Today you were at your local gym, specifically in a large room set up for MMA you sparring matches, general wrestling, and anything similar. The floor was covered in thick, blue mats so that anyone ready to get right to sparring could. Two large mirrors covered one wall of the room, making it appear similar to a dance studio. You gave yourself a once-over as you stretched.

Your sparring partner insisted you come in your bikini in her text messages, so that’s what you were wearing (to your slight embarrassment) besides a pair of white sneakers. Thankfully nobody was in the sparring room except you, for the moment.

Your skin was milky white and silky smooth; you made sure to apply lotion to it whenever you could. Your luscious hair was a beautiful natural blonde, tied into a high ponytail for workout purposes. Perky C-Cup breasts and a plump posterior really filled out your bikini, and coupled with toned thighs, slender limbs, and a perfect smile made you very easy on the eyes.

“Damn I look good,” you whispered as you pulled off a perfect split. The stretch elicited a jolt of pleasure through your body, making you half-moan from the soft fabric of your bikini bottoms brushing against your clit.

At that moment an utter beast of a woman sauntered into the room. She was practically your opposite: muscled, and dark ebony skin, and a look that could be safely described as ‘resting bitch face’.

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She was skimpily clad just like you, so you assumed this giant was your sparring partner. Your suspicions were confirmed when she looked at you with a smile.

“Daaammn girl! You lookin’ fine in that bikini!” The woman’s voice was rough but feminine, in an accent that could only be described as ‘ghetto’. She came over and ran her eyes over you. “Your selfies don’t do you justice, honey! Nice to meet you in person!”

As you got to your feet, you could only stare at the woman with your mouth agape. “Um...you’re Clarissa, right? My...sparring partner...?”

Clarissa gave you an enthusiastic nod. “You got it, baby! Bona fide winner of the last bikini battle! Y’all are lucky I’m sitting this one out...”

You gulped as you adjusted your bikini. “Oh shit... You are... Not how I pictured you’d be...” This was the first time you’d seen Clarissa in person; you’ve only talked through text or email messages up until now. The fact that Clarissa had to look down at you only made the woman more intimidating. “You’re gonna be my sparring partner...?”

The woman laughed it off. “I know, thought I was gonna be a cute little white girl in a bikini like you, huh? Nah but seriously, y’all better get used to looking at some muscle! I hear some of the girls this year are real gunshows like me; but that’s why I’m here! Teach you how to deal with girls like me! Who knows? Maybe you might win? Heck, even if you lose you might look hot enough and the judges’ll hand ya some money anyways!”

“Um...yeah,” was all you could stammer out. If the other competitors looked anything like Clarissa, you were gonna need some serious training. And who better to train you than a previous winner, right? “Um...s-so you gonna teach me a few moves, or we just gonna do a practice spar...?”

Clarissa tapped her foot in thought. “Well, I was thinking we could take it easy since it’s your first time, maybe demonstrate a few moves on you. Or we could get right into a spar, see where you’re at in terms of experience and skill. You done any wrestling...?”

“Yeah, I did wrestling back in highschool...” You’d even won a few trophies, but none against someone as built as Clarissa. “...And I was on the swim team for a little back then too. I’ve been training for a bit, so I got some stamina...”

“Oh girl, you’re gonna need a lot more than stamina to win,” Clarissa teased. “But at least you’ve got some experience... In that case, we could get into a match right now; show you how it might go down in the competition. I’ll warn you though, I won’t hold back, and I’ll use every trick I know... Or we could take it easy. Your choice.”