It was a pretty mixed crowd, men and women, wealthy and average by appearance, gay, straight and bi. It was hot, and the lighting was weird, but clearly focused on one central area of the expansive, open floor. The ductwork and piping was exposed in the ceilings. A woman in a t-shirt and jeans suddenly walked to the center of the cleared out space.

She yelled at the top of her lungs, everyone heard her easily. "Tonight's roving fights are outstanding! Our first match is Desiree vs. Krista and our second match Lydia vs Carla!"

I was suprised. The girl I was hanging out with wasn't named in either of those fights. Suddenly I felt someone grab me from behind, spinning me around. It was her. I started to speak but she kissed me--hard. "That was for luck," she said. "Don't be silly--I don't use my real name when I fight! I'm 'Krista'...oooh.." She smiled. I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were rock hard--must have been adrenaline. I pushed to the front to watch. Krista was beautiful, and hot, with her make up really on heavy, she had a bit of a skanky look to her, but that was nothing compared to 'Desiree' who was screaming sex.

Krista's opponent was easily 4 inches taller than her. Add to that 4 inches of platform knee-high boots over ripped fishnets, black hot pants and a sheer, skin-tight black tank and your rockin' it pretty hard. Her long fingernails were painted red, as were her lips. She had jet black hair, enormous breasts and olive skin with blue eyes. The fight began in earnest....