Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
My hands rubbed together, clapping the excess chalk from my palms. I watched my competition bounce into the ring. Zesty Zoey. She might be a small bundle of energy, but she’d been making waves in the community for the power behind her strikes. She’s been known to knock girls off their feet when her firece hand meets their ass. The MC rambles off her impressive stats as the crowd gets to their feet. They are as ready for action as I am.
She’s no taller than a minute, but she sizes me up confidently. We are both wearing our sponsored crop tops and matching thongs. My tits probably weigh as much as she does but im not dumb enough to underestimate her. I give her a nod, which she returns, and then the referee stands between us for the coin toss. Zoey calls heads, and he flips the shiny coin to the back of his hand. Tails. I slap first. Zoey grips the ropes and bends over. Her feet braced for impact, but she wiggles for the crowd. Her little butt jiggles and my palm twitches. “Whenever youre ready, Lea.” The referee announces.
