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In a non-descript building in Chicago, there was a gym that was located in some odd looking warehouse. It was fairly plain, with a ring in the middle that was shaped like an octagon and a number of training machines and equipment around. Really, if it wasn't for the single car that was parked way in the back, it'd look abandoned, that was kind of the point.
The interior was alive with activity, filled with the grunts and yelps of women. Most of them covered in a sheen of sweat over their half-naked bodies, most of them wouldn’t make it past the first week. Karen Ise wasn’t surprised in the least because it was nothing but a bunch of airheaded sluts who thought they could just sub their way into getting money, that’s not how it worked.
She rolled her shoulders with a heavy grunt, her wild mane of dark hair made her look intimidating…if it wasn’t for the flat stomach and toned arms, it could have been the expression as she crossed her arms under her heavy breasts with a deep frown.
“Next,” she called flatly, as the woman she properly tore into like the stupid cow that she was, limped off the mats with a look of embarrassment and satisfaction on her face. They could think it was stupid dirty porn all they wanted, and they wouldn’t be wrong, but joining Bitchfight also meant knowing your place and knowing what it took to get to be the top.
Both literally and figuratively, she didn’t know why she volunteered to help out…it was dull and uninteresting throwing around stupid whores on the mats, even if their pussies tasted good and they had the best little squeals when Karen’s fingers sunk in unannounced. But it was extra money, and extra pussy, who’d complain about that, right?
The interior was alive with activity, filled with the grunts and yelps of women. Most of them covered in a sheen of sweat over their half-naked bodies, most of them wouldn’t make it past the first week. Karen Ise wasn’t surprised in the least because it was nothing but a bunch of airheaded sluts who thought they could just sub their way into getting money, that’s not how it worked.
She rolled her shoulders with a heavy grunt, her wild mane of dark hair made her look intimidating…if it wasn’t for the flat stomach and toned arms, it could have been the expression as she crossed her arms under her heavy breasts with a deep frown.
“Next,” she called flatly, as the woman she properly tore into like the stupid cow that she was, limped off the mats with a look of embarrassment and satisfaction on her face. They could think it was stupid dirty porn all they wanted, and they wouldn’t be wrong, but joining Bitchfight also meant knowing your place and knowing what it took to get to be the top.
Both literally and figuratively, she didn’t know why she volunteered to help out…it was dull and uninteresting throwing around stupid whores on the mats, even if their pussies tasted good and they had the best little squeals when Karen’s fingers sunk in unannounced. But it was extra money, and extra pussy, who’d complain about that, right?
