Roving Catfight?

We first met in a club, about 8 weeks earlier. It was about 2:30 in the morning, everyone was sweating and dancing and she was so freakin' hot. She was about 5' 6" tall with big (D cup?) tits, big blue eyes with light brown hair with ash blonde streaks down to just below her shoulders. She had on a skin-tight black strapless sheath that clung to her. Her arms were fit and tight. She gyrated like she had been born to dance. She was wearing fishnets and what had to be 6" stiletto pumps. Her plump lips were painted red. 2 hours and 6 shots later we were in my apartment and we were doing each other's brains out. She had a bunch of tattoos that I didn't know about in the club and a piercing of her belly button and she had the tightest buttocks I had ever seen.

For the past 8 weeks, it had been the most intense physical relationship I had had in my 26 years on this planet, and she was only 22.

Tonight was different. When she came over, she was wearing really low-rider cutoffs, a cutoff wife beater that strained to contain her tits and some work boots. Somehow it was sooo hot.

"Come with me tonight" she said, purring. She took me out of the apartment and then we took a cab to an enormous loft in Chelsea (downtown NY).

When we came up the elevator, I heard the crowd. Lots of people milling around. She turned to me and said, "Welcome to the roving fights. This is what I do for money."

I almost came in my pants, and somehow she knew that. She laughed at me and grabbed my crotch. She tickled my ear with her tongue and then whispered, "I'm fighitng tonight. I hope you'll stay and watch."

I think that I had to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn't dreaming....

to be continued.