Sex Fighting League

I woke up to the dull chime of my alarm and slapped at it a few times before I found it and managed to silence it. I grumbled at being woken up. I dozed off instantly and was woken up a few minutes later by the snoozed alarm. I snoozed it again and rolled onto my back. The feint memory of masturbation and soothing orgasm came back to me and I smiled to myself as I felt the luxurious duvet against my naked body. I was way too hot and I worked the duvet down to my waist to cool myself off. The cool air felt so nice against my bare chest, my nipples reacted to the cool air and I felt them get hard. I switched off my alarm when it went again and double-checked the time. 08:16.

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I double-checked that the windows were on mirror mode and then asked the AI to open the curtains. The view from up here was spectacular and even if the windows were not mirrored from the outside it would have been a needle in a haystack type thing to see me. You try telling your brain that though when curtains slowly slide open to expose a floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall window while you stand looking out of it with nothing on. My phone notified me of a message. It was Rachel saying good morning and letting me know they were going for breakfast at around 9.

I replied saying I would see them there and placed my phone back on the side again. I watched the people in the street far below and took a sip of my water that was on the side. "Am I allowed a milkshake?" I asked.

"Not approved. Would you like to make a request?"

"No, ta," I said as I knew it would be denied anyway. It was worth a try though. "Do not disturb still on?"

"Yes."

"Cool, lock bedroom door. Privacy to maximum for my authority."

"Confirmed."

"What toys do we have?" I asked. "Sex toys. I clarified," Although AI does read the implied tone most of the time, it does sometimes come back with Lego suggestions. I haven't tried, but I am guessing a Lego dildo would be a very bad idea.

The TV switched itself on and an array of sex toys started to cycle on the screen. They ranged from simple dildos and vibrators right the way up to bondage gear that I had no idea how it even worked. "Vibrator with clit stimulation," I said. The screen flickered as it applied the filter and started to cycle the options. "Yeah, that one," I said when I saw one I recognised. It was derived from the old Rabbit toys of the 20th century and I knew how effective they were as I had one of my own.

"Size?" the AI asked.

I used my phone to grant access to my more intimate medical data on a very secure system link. "Whatever you recommend."

"Anal variant?" the AI asked in a monotone that was very strange when asking me if I wanted anal sex or not. I did always wonder why that had not been addressed. I didn't want it to sound excited at the prospect of me getting myself off, but a hint of emotion would be nice.

"Show me," I said and the image on the TV switched to a toy that would fully fill me up and then some. "Er, smaller than that," I said.

"Anal attachment size can be customised."

I stared at it for a few seconds. "No, no anal," I said eventually. It was a fairly long train ride home and I didn't need the discomfort of recent anal sex to add to the tedium.

"Confirmation required," the AI asked as the TV switched to a purchase screen. It wasn't a lot of credits but it was a waste of money as I had ten fingers that could get me to where I wanted to go for free.

"Confirm. Cost to personal account, not on expenses."

The toy was delivered by the AI drone system directly into the bedside drawer. I opened it and gave it a squeeze in my hand. I loved that feeling of silicone. Maybe a little bit too much, but it just felt so reliable and comforting.

I knelt on the bed and looked out of the window while I sucked the toy. I ignored how many times this thing would have been used before me. They were clinically cleaned and re-serviced between uses and were actually proven to be more hygienic than a new item, but even so. Best to ignore that. I sucked it and gently teased it into my mouth and throat. I gagged a couple of times as the AI had recommended a 5-inch toy. Not big, but longer than my mouth is deep and so it tickled my tonsils. I pushed it a little deeper and gagged around it again.

I teased my clit with my fingers on my left hand and when I was wet enough I gave the toy another suck. I made sure to leave behind a generous amount of saliva and lifted myself higher off the bed. I ran it down my naked body and gently teased it against myself. I was probably not quite wet enough so I sucked it again and my saliva did the trick. With a firm push I felt it force passed my natural resistance and slip inside me. "Oh fuck," I whispered to myself as I felt it inside me. A few cautious thrusts and my body reacted with ample wetness. I gently had sex with myself until I was very wet and very turned on. I fumbled at the switch and at the second attempt, I felt the powerful thud as the toy activated.

"Ooo fuck yeah," I said as I felt the vibrations through my core. "AI, control the vibration for me?" I asked.

"Okay," it replied. I also reactivated access to my medical data as well. "Confirmed," it said as it acknowledged the medical access.

I slowly teased the toy inside me and the second the 'ears' nestled around my clit I felt the toy vibrate against me. The shaft rotated and rippled inside me as I went deeper. I pulled out slightly and I felt the pattern change as the depth changed. I leaned back and fucked myself with it. Slow and deep I let the AI vibrate me towards heaven. I squeezed my right nipple with the fingers on my left hand and twisted them around. "Climax?" the AI asked.

"Uh hu," I said as I picked up the pace. "Yes please."

I fucking love these toys. One of the few that I actually own myself and use the most. They just work. They link with AI so well and they just do it for me massively. I leaned forward and went doggy. Reaching underneath my body I thrust the toy inside me. Long deep thrusts all the way in until the ears pressed against the base of my clit. In that second I did wish that I had gone bigger, or at least longer. The intensity increased as it surrounded my throbbing clit. I pulled it out slightly but made sure to keep the ears in contact with my clit. "I'm gonna cum," I whispered to nobody. I looked out of the window. Hundreds of people were within the panorama as my vision blurred. "Fuck yes," I gasped as I orgasmed.

I kept the volume down as soundproofing is never quite as good as you wish it would be. "Yes yes yes!" I moaned to myself as the wave of climax crashed over me.

I curled up into the bed and cuddled into the duvet for a few minutes as I recovered my breath and my senses. "Time?" I asked.

"08:47."

"Oops," I said to myself. That took longer than expected. I still needed to shower and get ready. No way was I making it for 09:00. I sent Rachel a message saying I would grab breakfast in a bit and to not wait for me. She just replied with a thumbs up.

I showered and dressed into some jeans and a T-shirt. I also put on some panties and a matching t-shirt bra as the light material of the t-shirt did very little to hide my nipples. I also put on some socks that were made by Sock Guy. I finished the outfit with some Vans trainers and tied my hair back into a simple ponytail. I made it down for breakfast at 09:20. Not bad considering I was naked and playing with myself around 30 minutes ago.

Rachel and her husband were just finishing up, but I still sat with them. My order was taken and I was back on boring food again. It would be nice, but not being able to pick my own was just annoying. Rachel and her husband excused themselves when they had finished and openly admitted to going back to their room for sex. Again, a little bit jealous. My breakfast arrived and it was lovely. I also enjoyed just being with me. I rarely got time just with me in public these days and although a few people recognised me I did appreciate their "leave me alone I am eating," approach.

"You do eat," the guy from last night said. "And I assume you could spell that?" he said. I looked at him and smiled.

"I could. It was lovely," I replied. I reached underneath the table and gently pushed the chair opposite out slightly with my foot. He looked at it and then at me and I smiled at him. He smiled back and took the invite. I felt my stomach flutter as he sat down. I know this is crazy but male attention is not something that I actively search for these days. I get my sex from Darren and I get fucked in my professional career. That simple gesture though was the first time in a long time that I had made any sort of leap which could have ended in rejection. I was so pleased it had not. Even if it did turn out he was just being polite.

We chatted about nothing in particular and I did notice how long it was taking for someone to take his order. I looked around and then at him again. "Has no one been over?" I asked.

He smiled at me and just puffed out his chest slightly. The gym logo was on his jacket with "Kitchen Staff" embroidered below it. "Oh," I said and instantly blushed. It was unreasonable to expect me to know everyone who worked for the gym I competed for. Even so, it still felt like I should know who helped make my breakfast.

"Super cute when you blush," he said with a warm smile. "Yes, we get fed, but we don't get service."

"You make a good breakfast," I complimented.

"I do try," he said.

"A good effort," I said

He just seemed normal. I realise how unhelpful that is as a descriptor, but he was just normal. He knew who I was and yet he spoke to me like I was a normal girl. He was polite and respectful, but his tone was weighted with suggestion and tease. It was the conversation that I would have in the bar before I was "famous". Neither of us expected it to go anywhere and that did not even cross my mind really. Well, a little bit maybe, but just that human connection, the relationship of touching another person was something I didn't realise I missed. Exclusively all of my relationships were ones of convenience. It was cute, plus the chase and the tease was fun. It was a friendly exchange between two humans. It was acknowledged in all but straight words that we liked each other, but never said or suggested that we date or anything like that. I am getting ahead of myself. He was cute though.

"Done?" he asked as he nodded at my plate.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks," I said as I handed him the plate while he stood up.

"Lovely talking to you," he said. "See ya later," he added.

"And you, it was nice," I said. "And the breakfast," I added with a smile as he went back into the kitchens. It felt real and like the old times when I was just Sophie who worked in the pub. That cycle of meeting someone who you like the look of and the hope and butterflies that they feel the same way. The excitement when they seemingly do and then that awkward stage of "Do you... don't you..." The slow dance of courtship in the modern day. This felt like it could be more than just sex and the more I thought about that the more I realised I had missed that aspect of life.

I went back up to my room and the AI had packed all of my stuff away. I noted that it had also cleared away the sex toy as well. I wondered if anyone else was using it at this moment in time or whether it was just in storage somewhere awaiting its next adventure. I am not sure if I found the concept of a shared sex toy sexy or a bit icky. I think I found it a bit sexy. Kind of sharing that intimate moment by proxy. I had a quick check that the AI had collected all of my stuff. This was just out of habit. They never made mistakes, but it always feels a bit wrong to check out of a hotel and not check under the bed for any rogue items. I went downstairs and Rachel was also just checking out. Or her husband was anyway.

"Good sex?" I asked her.

She smiled and did a perimeter check to make sure no one was within earshot. "Oh yes," she said with a genuine grin of satisfaction. "And the gym will get your morning entertainment."

I blushed. It is still a strange taboo to masturbate. I guess the hotel cost isn't settled until you check out and with the correct clearance, you can see all room charges. No matter who they will be paid by. "Fucking hell you are so cute," she said as she responded to my girlie shy blush. "We'll get it though."

"Sure?" I asked.

"Yeah, no worries. Did you cum?" she asked with a grin and I blushed again. She was not expecting an answer, it was purely to see me blush again.

My next fight was quickly arranged to keep the momentum going. Even though I had got my ass kicked the metrics showed a definite uptick in everything that mattered. This time I kept my mouth shut and let my team do what my team did. I would be fighting a girl called Lucy and she looked like a much better match for me. She was a much more comparable experience and at a similar point along her journey into wrestling. We were both very much "amateur" on the billing. Neither of us was the main event, we were a footnote in the advertisements, but nonetheless, we had a slot on a fairly large fight night and that in itself was an achievement.

This was not a training event or hastily arranged and so as an aside both teams could be bothered with the paperwork so anal was allowed this time. As girls are sadistic creatures it was a given that whoever lost was getting butt fucked. I had done my research, she hated anal. She will have done her own research and she would know that although I didn't hate it, I would get off on it and so my ass was very much on the line. The loser would also be thrown into the melee for sex and there would be 40 eager people waiting to defile the loser. Whoever that would be. Due to the schedule the group sex forfeit would not be broadcast on the mainstream, but it would switch to subscriber streams of which Lucy and my own stream channels would get exclusivity. Although this seemed like a step down from boxing box office it actually helped my bottom line as it pushed more subscribers. For the loser, nudity would be for the full night and until check-out the next day. Our forfeits would be followed by a live stream and would be fully uncensored. The loser would be doing media interviews naked, and also eating her breakfast the next morning naked as well. Our fight was scheduled for early afternoon so that was a long time to be naked.

That wasn't really what concerned me though. What concerned me was a message I got from my brother which was just a screenshot of a bet that he had made for 1000 credits. The bet was not on me to win. Now I hate losing, but I am learning, I am going to have a bumpy fight or two along the road, but to lose and for my brother to make money off it was another level of determination. I didn't even reply to him. He will have seen that I had read the message, as that was unavoidable, but I sent no reply.

I was in the changing rooms as normal going through my pre-fight superstitions. My gloves went on in the same order, and I showered using the same routine. The final plucking of hairs was done in the same order as always. It was partially to keep me focused. To keep me in the frame of mind that I needed to be in. If something was different it was noticed and so broke rhythm or flow, or whatever else. I have no idea who I am trying to bullshit with this. It was akin to wearing your lucky panties whenever you went out with a new boyfriend. It had no grounding in reality, but human psychology was real, and if you believe something will work, then it works.

"Ready?" Rachel asked me.

"Yeah," I said as I nodded my head and stood up off the bench.

"Kick her ass," she said with a warm smile. Gave me a hug and a squeeze. "We got ya, enjoy it," she added.

I smiled at her reassurance. It was not in any of their professional interests to allow me to get hurt or in too deep, but with Rachel it felt deeper than that. She seemed like she genuinely cared. I am sure she does, but I am not sure how much of that is a professional requirement and how much of it is a personal love for me. She left the changing area and went into the arena to take her position. I bounced on my toes as people fussed around me. "You good?" someone asked me and I nodded. I looked at them and held my wrist out to them. They pressed the device against my wrist and I felt the coolness as I got injected with the stimulant to turn me on. My body tingled instantly and I felt myself start to get wet.

This was not a foreplay fight. This was an orgasm race. It had to be hot and steamy and the fighters had to be "up for it." Each fighter was injected with a stimulant before the fight which basically turned you into a horny sex-craving slut. Within seconds my nipples were like small bullets and my pussy was creaming.

I love that feeling. I would kill to be allowed such a drug in my personal life. Your entire body came alive in the space of a few seconds. What normally took many many minutes of teasing and foreplay was achieved in seconds and it felt incredible. It properly messed with your head until you got used to it. It was another level of horny. "Wet?" they asked to which I just nodded. He looked at the guy who was monitoring my medical feeds and he just gave the thumbs up. "Is she to the required level?"

It is very strange to have two people discuss how wet your pussy is, but again, you do get used to it. "Yes, she is ready," he said and looked at me. "You good?" I nodded my head in reply. My MMA style gloves were checked as were my knee and elbow padding. Someone else fiddled with my panties. I felt them run their fingers around the inside leg of them and get tingly close to the more sensitive bits down there. Unintentional, but I was on a knife edge of horniness and to be honest with you, anything down there would feel nice at the moment.

"Sorry," she said when she felt my reaction.

"No worries," I said with a grin. "A little to the left though."

"You wish," she replied with a knowing smile. I didn't even know her name, but I had seen her before. I was not quite big enough to have my own full dedicated team yet, but due to security clearance and all that boring stuff the number of people who were allowed to do final checks was a fairly limited number. "Kick the shit out of her," she said as she stood up and verified I was ready to go.

I just nodded my head and bounced on my toes. I jumped up and down and flicked my legs up underneath me to keep warm and limber. The air temperature was a nice 22 degrees Celsius, but I was only wearing panties so my muscles would cool down quickly. It was very easy to pull a muscle or strain something and at this late stage, this did not get you out of the fight. Well, it did, you forfeited the fight, you were drugged up on painkillers and skipped straight to the forfeit. People were in the arena. Ticket sales had been finalised. The show must go on. I heard my music cut in and I waited for my cue and then walked, danced, and bounced to the arena. I flipped into the ring over the top rope and I took the cheers of the crowd. I went to each corner and soaked up the noise and energy of 50,000 people.

My music faded and then cut off. It switched to her music and the noise level stepped up a notch or two. Bitch. There are perks of not being the favourite. As long as I put on a good show my work was done. Winning was not expected and yet having someone else be cheered more than me did irk a little bit. I would have to change that. I watched her as she came to ring and credit where credit was due. She was so sexy. I think she surpassed the level of sexy that I have ever achieved. I am carried by cuteness. I am small, delicate and look stunning half naked with my hair and make-up done by a team of professionals. She had that air of pure sex. You could feel her confidence and that was attractive. In a different situation, I would have slept with her if she asked me. She just had that allure. I still hated her for it. Credit where credit is due though. I guess.