“Well, last night she asked me if I liked you. If I, you know, wanted to be with you. And then this happens, and…”
Tanya sighed. “And now I’m asking you to take a shower in my bathroom. That does look bad, doesn’t it?”
Antonio nodded.
“No, I swear to you, we’re not. Or, at least I’m not. Just out of curiosity…what did you answer?”
Antonio blushed. “I…well, I told her the truth.”
“Which was?” Tanya pressed. Her heart was doing backflips in her chest, and she suddenly became acutely aware of their proximity.
“That yeah, I do like you. I’ve liked you since I first saw you. Since when we were kids. But you’re a hard person to approach.”
“I’m a hard person to approach?” She laughed.
Antonio smiled. “Well, yeah. I mean, you’ve always been so smart. I mean, I’ve known you since we were kids, but all I know about you is your Sara’s best friend, and for some reason, you always wear long-sleeved shirts. I’m not smart at all. If it weren’t for my athletic ability, I wouldn’t have a chance in hell of going to college. What kind of conversation could I even have with you? I’ve never even read a book all the way through my entire life.”
Tanya opened her mouth then forcibly shut it. Now was not the time to throw playful jabs. She stole a brief glance at Antonio. She was surprised, and more than a little flattered, that he paid enough attention to her to notice the long sleeve shirt thing. She wondered what he thought the reason for that was…should she tell him she wore them to cover up her cut marks? That she deals with the pain of life by cutting her arm, by causing herself pain that somehow equates to pleasure and release?
She doubted he could handle that.
And what about Sara’s fight tomorrow? What would happen if she told him about that? Would he understand that? What would he want to do? Anything? It would get messy, of that much she was certain.
So much confusion. So little of what she knew made sense.
What she did know, however, was that her best friend in the world was literally fighting for her life tomorrow, had been fighting for her life since she was a child, and Tanya had to somehow find a way to stop it.
She looked at Antonio again...
30 Minutes to go…
Sara was fighting a battle that she knew she would eventually lose. It wasn’t a physical one, however, but an emotional one. So many feelings were moving around inside her, violent and chaotic like a tsunami, and the upcoming fight had very little to do with it. She liked Antonio. She could even say she loved him and not flinch. But she also loved Tanya, and she deserved happiness far more than she did.
After all, the only reason she initially started talking to Antonio back when they were kids was to find a way to get Tanya and him together.
She didn’t count on falling in love with him.
She definitely didn’t count on falling in love with her.
“Hey chica. You good?”
Sara looked up at Fatima and smiled. “Yeah. Hey, can I ask a favor of you?”
Fatima sat down on the bench next to her and smiled. “Sure. What’s on your mind?”
Sara took a deep breath. “Look, if I lose this fight…I’m all Tanya’s got. Can you, you know, look after her? And…and Antonio, he’s gonna be devastated…can you let him know that I loved him and that I want him to move on? That I’m sorry for being such a bitch to him?”
Fatima twisted her face. “What do you mean if you lose this fight? You’ve lost fights before. Ain’t no one gonna kill you. You pay the price, then fight again. You know how it is. Besides after all these years, you’ve only lost a handful of fights. Most likely you’ll win. Don’t tell me that ass kicking I gave you last week shattered your self-confidence.”
Sara smirked. “Bitch, you know I was hungover. That’s the only reason you won.”
Fatima smiled back and leaned sideways, bumping Sara playfully. “Yeah, I know. I ain’t gonna lie. For real though, why are you stressing about losing? Just pay the debt one way or another and fight another day. You know how all this works.”
Sara nodded. “Yeah. Except for this time, if I lose, I’m not paying shit. Not with money I don’t have, and not with my body. Not anymore. I’m tired of that. Of this. Of all of this. I want out. One way or another, this is going to be my last fight.
Fatima blinked. “Hey, you’re serious, aren’t you? You know what they’ll do to you if you refuse to ante up, right. They’ll kill you.”
Sara nodded. “I know. Which is why I’m asking what I’m asking.”
Fatima leaned forward on her elbows and looked at the floor. “You got balls, girl. I’ll give you that. But why now? What changed?”
Sara shrugged her shoulders. “I’m just tired of it all. All of this. I just can’t do it anymore. It’s just…it’s getting to be too much. I’m…I’m better than this. Then all of this. And so are you.”
Fatima nodded. “I know what you mean. But I can’t help you. Mainly because if this all goes south, it ain’t just gonna be you leaving. I’m coming with you.”
Sara blinked. “What?”
“You heard me. I’m coming with you. I don’t even care where we go, as long as it’s far away from here. I’ve been fed up with all this for a while now. Don’t even try to argue, it won’t help. You ain’t got a choice in the matter. Just deal with it.”
Sara smiled. She knew Fatima meant it.
She wished Antonio was here, that she could tell him goodbye one last time. One last kiss. One last time to make love. One last precious moment of being held while they watched a movie, or TV, or just sat quietly watching the sunset. She took those moments for granted so often…
“Babe, you look like you’re about to cry. Everything is going to be OK,” Fatima said in a soothing voice as she reached over and put her arms around her shoulders.
Sara couldn’t respond. Instead, she leaned against the other girl and allowed a few errant tears to fall from her eyes…
“Antonio, stop! Let me go!” Tanya screamed as he dragged her by the hair towards the school gym where the Girl Fight was set to take place.
“Bitch, shut up! You think I’m gonna let this opportunity pass me up?”
Antonio threw Tanya through the gym doors, doors he had passed through so many times during athletics.
Everyone in the gym, all two dozen of them, froze.
Several people near the door pulled guns and trained them on the large man.
A loud booming voice echoed through the gym. “Put the guns away. We can’t just shoot the golden child. Especially when it looks like he comes in peace.”
Tanya looked at the man approaching them and recognized him instantly. It was Fatima’s father, the man she and Sara had…pleasured in the club’s VIP room.
He was smiling and walking with the casual gait of someone that had absolutely no fear.
“Sara’s friend. I remember you. And Antonio. What are you two doing here exactly?”
Antonio picked Tanya off the floor by her hair and sneered at Sara as she rapidly approached. “Hey bitch. Bet you wish you wouldn’t have poured that hot cocoa on me now, huh?”
Sara stopped as the people by the door placed their hands on their guns again. “What the fuck - why are you here? Let her go! Get the fuck out of here! Both of you!”
“Why are you here, Antonio?” Fatima’s father asked as he crossed his arms and smiled.
“Simple. I want in. This one here,” he indicated Tanya by rattling her head by her hair, causing her to cry out in pain and humiliation, “told me everything. She thought I would help. I made her think I would, so she would tell me where it was going down. I don’t give a fuck about any of these bitches. I just want in.”
Tanya kicked out at Antonio, who avoided it easily and slapped her hard across the face.
“Motherfucker!” Sara screeched, but was stopped from advancing by Fatima.
Fatima’s father smiled and nodded. “Hmm. As appealing
as your offer sounds, Antonio, we only fight girls here.”
Antonio nodded. “Yeah, I know. I’d like to register this bitch. She ain’t much, but I know in time she’ll get better. Or else. All I care about is prize money. And maybe some pussy on the side.”
“What about her family?” Fatima’s father asked, an amused expression on her face as he studied Tanya much the same way a butcher would examine a slab of meat for cuts.
Sara was furious. “Antonio! I’m going to fucking kill you! How dare you!”
“Bitch, shut up. Men are talking. Anyway, her family lives out of state. She lives in an apartment by herself. No boyfriend, no other friends other than that raggedy bitch over there. Well? What I gotta do?”
“I don’t get a good vibe from this, boss. I think we should kill both of them,” one of the men guarding the door said.
Fatima’s father shook his head. “That’s why you’re not paid to think. I’m intrigued,” he said to Antonio. “OK. We could always use another…fighter…”
“So, what're the rules? How’s this all go down?”
“I’m going to fucking kill you!” Sara screamed, and the other girls joined Fatima to keep her from advancing on him.
“Rules are simple,” Fatima’s father said, ignoring Sara’s outburst. “We keep track of rankings. Bets are placed before the fight. Whoever manages the losing girl has to pay whatever was bet. Bets can be either money, property, or a brief period of sexual servitude.”
Antonio laughed. “Damn. That’s sweet. I definitely want in. I got a little cash on me now. How long has this shit been going on, anyway?”
“About twenty years now,” he answered conversationally. “My father was actually the one that started it. We even record the fights and sell the videos, mostly to people overseas. You’d be surprised just how many people are interested in this sort of thing. We also tape the losing girls…trysts afterward. Big money in that, especially with the younger girls. At the end of the year, we all split the profits. It’s kept us financially comfortable, with very little expenditure. Are you absolutely sure you want in? Once you’re in…there’s no getting out.”
“I swear to god Antonio, the first chance I get, you’re a dead man,” Tanya seethed, and was rewarded for her valor by the big man painfully yanking her head around by her hair.
“Hey, you’re the one that told me about all this. You only have yourself to blame.”
“I told you so you could help! I trusted you!” Tanya cried out. Her eyes searched the room for Sara and found her quickly. “I’m so sorry, Sara. I didn’t know he would do this…”
Antonio laughed at her misery. “Next time you know not to trust someone you don’t know. Not that there will be a next time. So, what I gotta pay to get in?” He asked Fatima’s father.
“Pay? Nothing. You’re in. Welcome to the club. Let’s get your girl registered. She can have her first fight tonight, I think. We were just about to start.”
He reached out to shake Antonio’s hand, and Antonio accepted the handshake, smiling.
Sara had the opportunity. She knew if she pressed now, she could slip out of the arms of the girls holding her and take out Antonio, size or not.
Antonio looked her direction and winked. Not a malicious, smug wink, but an almost goofy, pleased one. One he had given her several times before in the past, usually when he had something secretly planned that he knew she would love.
Sara froze. The feeling in the air shifted.
And then all hell broke loose.
The front and back doors exploded open and police swarmed in, yelling for everyone to get on the floor, guns drawn and in full protective armor. The door guards instantly dropped their weapons, and Antonio let Tanya go and grabbed Fatima’s father, effortlessly swinging him around and to the ground, putting him in a vicious headlock. Tanya gave the subdued man a swift, brutal kick to the nuts. She then rushed to Sara’s side, hugging her.
“Are you OK?” Tanya asked her.
“What the fuck happened?” Sara asked dumbly, her mind struggling to make sense of all the chaos around her.
“When I told Antonio, he insisted we go to the police. One of his cousins is the police station receptionist, and she helped us talk to the Sherriff. They put a wire on him and here we are. These motherfuckers are going down hard. You’ll never have to fight again.”
Fatima laughed. “Holy shit, chica. That is some devious shit. Respect!”
Tanya looked at Fatima and laughed. “Yeah, thanks.”
Sara looked over at Antonio, who vastly overpowered Fatima’s father, and blinked. The older man didn’t stand a chance. She felt all kinds of emotions stir within her.
That man, the man she had just broken up with, had given up for her best friend’s sake, was absolutely amazing…
The Night After
Tanya awoke to a gentle knocking on her bedroom door. She groaned and looked at the time. It was close to noon. After the police raided the girl fight, Tanya, Sara, Fatima, and Antonio spent several hours at the police station answering questions, signing papers, and making statements. Even after all that, the foursome didn’t want to separate - not yet - so they made their way to her place. Tanya fell asleep in her bedroom, and Antonio, Fatima, and Sara passed out in the front room.
“Come in,” Tanya groaned.
Sara walked in, wearing Antonio’s shirt and a pair of Tanya’s panties. She stood in the doorway and watched Tanya silently for several moments, and Tanya let her. There was a lot on her best friend’s mind, she knew, things that she would reveal when she felt the time was right. She trusted her, after all. She always had.
Tanya’s eyes widened as she watched Sara grin and take off Antonio’s shirt, displaying her small pert breasts, then her panties.
“Finally of my period, thank god,” she said as she slowly walked towards Tanya’s bed and crawled under the blanket. Before Tanya could say anything, Sara slid her body on top of hers and kissed her once their faces met.
Delicately at first. Quickly. Then a bit longer.
Tanya found herself not only kissing her best friend back but thoroughly enjoying her lips. Just like last time. Except Sara’s slim and tone naked body wasn’t pressing against hers like it was now. As they kissed, Sara reached down and pulled Tanya’s panties off, chucking them across the room, then broke the kiss just long enough to do the same to her shirt.
Tanya’s breathing became quicker, shallower.
Sara slid down underneath the sheets until she was in between her best friend’s legs. Tanya closed her eyes and spread them instinctively, and seconds later was rewarded by Sara’s mouth nibbling on her hot, wet, virginal sex. Tanya cried out as Sara’s tongue and lips pleasured her, as her hands entrapped Sara’s long black hair. Tanya’s entire body seemed to ignite, a wholly intense and alien sensation.
Tanya snapped her eyes open as she felt a pair of strange, alien lips pressing on hers.
It was Antonio.
Naked.
It was too much.
She whimpered in Antonio’s mouth as her body spontaneously combusted in a massive, soul-shattering orgasm unlike anything she had ever experienced, or even read about, before.
Her first orgasm ever…
It was then that Fatima entered, completely naked, her small firm body graceful and sensual, like a wild animal on the prowl. Her body was covered in bruises and scars just like Sara’s was, and her body was just as toned and in shape as her best friends. Her breasts were also considerably larger than Sara’s and were incredibly soft - a fact she learned when Fatima crawled on the bed at her side and wrapped her legs around her waist, placing her large soft breasts against her arm.
Antonio broke the kiss off and looked at Fatima, who grinned and placed her mouth on Tanya’s in his place. Fatima’s kiss was different than Antonio’s or Sara’s; it was pleasant but harsh, insistent, hungry. It incited a different type of lust in Tanya that was utterly alien to her, that made her want to jump on the smaller girl a
nd somehow become one with her.
As they kissed, Sara poked her head out from under the covers and pulled Antonio’s mouth to hers, sharing the taste of Tanya’s fluids with him. Tanya felt her breathing become hoarse again and found her eyes dropping to his massive, thick erection as she kissed Fatima.
She wanted that. Inside her. She wanted to lose her virginity to that.
Here.
Now.
She gave in to Fatima’s kiss, to the sensation of Fatima’s hand as it slid down her neck to her chest, then her belly, then her swollen, moist sex.
Tanya cried out in the tiny girl’s mouth. Fatima’s hands were undeniably skilled. She wished she had her hands. She would never leave the house. She blindly reached out for Antonio’s erection, finding it, grasping it, marveling at the large, dominant veins that lined its shaft. The contrast to her small, thin hands was hypnotic. She tugged on it, trying to stroke it, unsure of how to do so. Did she do it quickly, slowly, firmly? What would feel good to him? She felt the tip of his cock began dribbling a thick, clear liquid from its little slit. Was this normal? Was she doing this right?
“Don’t let it go to waste,” Sara murmured as she broke her kiss off with Antonio and nodded towards Antonio’s clear emissions. Fatima broke the kiss off, and Tanya looked towards Antonio’s erection. She didn’t need much prodding. She shifted herself so she could place him within her mouth, stretching her mouth to accommodate his girth, taking him in as much as she could - which only ended up being a third of his length.
“Suck him. Drink his fluids in,” Sara instructed.
Tanya followed her best friend’s instruction, noting with satisfaction Antonio’s sharp intake of breath and tightening of abdominal muscles. His apparent physical arousal encouraged her, made her want to please him more. It unlocked something primal and long dormant within her that she didn’t even know existed. As she sucked on him, Fatima slid her hands along her back, causing her to shiver. Those motherfucking hands…
“Tanya. Lay back. Spread your legs,” Sara instructed.
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