a city's kiss"you look rough."
"like sandpaper, baby."
"i'm the pg-version of the rock-bottom girl. got my big-ass cup full of...tea. sitting on the curb with my hand subtly in my pocket...texting. texting my mother. i'm asking her to pick me up. chewing gum like it's tobacco. instead of rotting my teeth, i'm preventing cavities."
"are those the clothes you wore yesterday?"
"absolutely. got lost in the city after..."
"no. are you going to make me talk about it?"
"most certainly. were you hurt?"
"funny question. ask a better one."
"was it a boy?"
"ugh. well, yeah."
"tell me about him."
"well see, i don't really talk to him but that's less out of choice and more out of necessity. and i don't really talk about him but that's more out of choice than necessity, because if that wasn't by choice, it'd be a necessity."
"but you do talk to him?"
"and i will until he tells me he doesn't want me at all."
"but you're subjecting yourself to being used."
"so it really just
Feeling warm?Feeling something leaning over her body, the Feline Princess opened her right eye with a sleepy expression, she could see her blue gloves touching the mat, but more importantly, there was the sleep Chibi Tatsumaki in front of her. Both of them were in a sitting position in one corner, the awoken kitty kissed her wife on the forehead for about 5 seconds to get her up and about. "Ju-chaaaaaaaan." Misaki hummed as she playfully jabbed Jura's belly.
Stirring slowly, Jura's eyes began to peek open from the feeling of leather patting against her abs. Her head tilted left and right trying to see what it was that had awoken her, groggily looking up at the girl looking above her, "Hmm? Mmmm…. N-Not mor-- Ah… How'd… we get like this again?"
"Double KO, sweaty." Misaki remarked the sweat she could see all over themselves, she didn't mind it even while she was cuddling with Jura without picking themselves up immediately when they were still tired.
"Ah... mata na?"
ALIA AND ANNA - Part 3ALIA AND ANNA
A fight night in Vegas always draws the celebrity crowd, and tonight was no exception. At a normal fight, though, it's the male celebs that grab most of the attention.
This one was different. Womanhood was front and center, with female celebrities everywhere and many of them having young studs in tow. They were anticipating getting off on the sight of two female boxers in the main event, pummeling each other's bodies until one was victorious and the other beaten on the floor, and quickly being able to take those young studs for all they were worth upstairs in their suites.
If they couldn't beat the rush to the elevator after the fight, there were always the roulette tables to throw their boy-toys on and satisfy their lust. And those tables offered the added incentive of the stake in the middle of the spinning wheel, an emergency dildo in case their studs suddenly faded.
The MGM Grand was packed. Eddie's non-stop drum-beating and Dan's publicity mach
ALIA AND ANNA - Part 2ALIA AND ANNA
While driving down the parking lot that is the Las Vegas Strip, Dan Steele contemplated where he'd be one week from now.
With the bout he helped make into a mega-event only five days away, and not knowing his job status after Saturday's fight, he wondered what journey life had planned for him next.
He'd been working for Eddie for the last 18 months in public relations, helping publicize and promote Anna's boxing career and by extension, this bout. And he'd done a good job, he thought he was a key in turning a hick girl from Texas into one of the West Coast's most recognizable faces and bodies. Now, though, with the biggest night of her career rapidly approaching, and with his growing sense that Anna didn't stand a chance on Saturday, he figured his employ with Eddie was about to end.
He knew too much about Eddie's payouts to trainers and other fighters to keep Anna's perfect record intact. He didn't agree with it, but he figured it was
ALIA AND ANNA - PART 1ALIA AND ANNA
The local oldies station was playing the Peter, Paul & Mary classic, "Leaving on a Jet Plane," and Anna took that as a sign.
Things were as good as they could possibly get.
She was young, people kept telling her she was beautiful, she had a long-time boyfriend who worshipped her and could fill her from his cum sac as often as she desired (and, more importantly, a boyfriend that she could totally control), and she was on her way to becoming famous. She was headed to Las Vegas, the jewel of the desert, the place where fame and riches awaited the fortunate.
Thinking about her future prospects was making Anna very wet, and she instinctively reached for her crotch and began caressing her throbbing pussy through her tight white shorts. Her hardened nipples looked like wine corks as they strained against her tight halter and soon began leaking milk (Arlen hadn't been suckling enough recently, she thought ... we'll take care of that soon).
The thoughts of her
Alia vs. Vivian -- Part 2ALIA vs. VIVIAN - PART 2
NOTE: The parts in italic are the actual cyber-boxing bout. Parts in regular text are the story, providing background information.
Vivian: All of those interviews yesterday really making the match become more intense for me even before we start. Sarah and my sister help me to get myself ready by taping my fists and then help me to tie the "Everlast" 8 oz boxing gloves which fully cover my fists. I can feel the fresh smell of the white gloves and it excites me. I can't help but to keep thinking when these white gloves land on your face, belly or even crotch 'cause I'm planning to do some necessary dirty tricks to bring this crazy bitch down and maybe put her into a long and deep sleep.
Vivian: The officials play my song for the second time as a signal to call me out to the ring, and Sarah quickly helps me put on the shiny white robe which has "VICIOUS" embroidered on the back of the robe.
Vivian: "Good luck sis," my sister says and then she give