Equal Opportunities, Part 1
(Posted on Thursday, February 1, 2001)
This story was submitted by Monkeydoyle.

Certain people excel at certain things. Some of them use their talent to make themselves rich, or at least extremely comfortable. Look at the world’s best sportsmen (and women) and it is easy to see how they have made the most of their ability. In many cases they have enlisted the aid of agents who have a vested interest in the success and earning power of their clients.

Shelley Cairns was incredibly talented. There was no doubt about that, but she also had to work hard to afford even a moderate lifestyle. It wasn’t fair, but she did not know what to do about it. She had a day job selling real estate in Santa Monica and she was good at her job, but she did not want to do the same thing for the next twenty years. Maybe there would be time to go back to her career later.

Shelley’s natural talent was enhanced by her physical stature. She was a beautiful black woman, just over six feet tall and had the physique of an Olympic runner. Other than the fact that she possessed a pair of incredible breasts, she never wore underwear and certainly had no need to wear a bra. Her chosen field of expertise was the martial arts. She found it extremely easy to learn various different styles, but had initially become a black belt in Tae Kwon Do. She had entered various professional tournaments, but the lucrative prize money did not seem to be available. The most she had ever won was $3,000 and she had to fly to Florida at her own expense to earn it.

Still, she never gave up. Her training regime was still as tough as ever, but the lucky break had never arrived. Then one day at the Dojo she heard about a tournament paying out big money. Sadly the prize money for women was nothing like that available to the men. But she went to the sports arena In L.A. where the event was being held to see about entering. The main events were split up into weight categories, both men and women. Just on a whim, she asked if she could enter the men’s event for under 65 kgs. The guy at the desk said, "No," but seemed unsure of himself. Shelley seized her chance and pushed her luck, claiming that sexual equality legislation would be on her side. After a couple of phone calls, the guy agreed to let her enter, but she had to pay a $1,000 entry fee.

The really big guys would be in a different category. Men of up to 120 kgs would be hard for her to match, but she was right on the limit of 65 kgs and would be the equal of any other contestant in her division. She knew that she was good, but had never seriously fought men before and was apprehensive at the thought. It was full-contact, but the rules were relatively civilized. No ball-kicking allowed, no fists to the face, no gouging, hair pulling or biting. The first prize in her division was $70,000. Even third prize was $15,000. So she started to train extra hard as the event was only four weeks away.

A week before the event she was able to obtain information on the other fighters in her division. She was the only woman to enter. In many ways this helped to sell tickets and the tournament was a complete sell-out. A local news station interviewed her and filmed her at her local dojo. She was becoming a minor celebrity. Her stunning looks also attracted the attention of some down market magazines, which she refused to co-operate. The last week was spent training hard and learning about the likely opposition.

On the first day of the event, Shelley found out that she was unpopular with some of the female fighters who thought that she was being arrogant by entering the men’s contest. But some of the girls were full of admiration. She could end up getting hurt badly if things went wrong.

Her first fight was against a local guy who looked at her in a derisive manner. This just made Shelley even more determined. Physically she was bigger than him, although he was heavily muscled around the shoulders and chest. Shelly wore a satin gi top, with a one-piece swim suit underneath, as always she fought barefoot. Her long legs and lightning fast feet were her most dangerous weapons as her first opponent was about to find out.

He was dressed in wrestling tights and boots and was bare-chested and covered in oil. This did not bother Shelley. The contests took place in a raised ring. There were no ropes. There was then a four-foot drop onto padded mats. If you were thrown out of the ring fairly, the fight was over. There were also knockouts and submissions. No pin-falls were included.

Her swaggering opponent bounded forward, sneering at Shelley. He attempted to grab her shoulders. Shelley swayed back and swept his legs away. He got up quickly and aimed a kick at her ribs. She kicked him on the inside of each thigh causing him immense pain. Then he saw the soles of both of her long slender feet coming right at him. He was thrown backwards and almost fell off the mat, such was the power of the blow. He began to sweat nervously. He had underestimated this girl and was about to pay for it.

He crawled forward to get away from the edge of the mat. He could see her feet in front of him, the pearl coloured nail varnish catching his eye. He tried to grab her legs, but she was too quick and kicked him three times in the ribs. She then picked him up with one arm between his legs and one behind his neck, spun him round several times and threw him across the mat. She then grabbed his left arm and twisted his wrist. Her right foot was pressing his neck into the mat. She began to twist his wrist. He screamed and submitted instantly. It was all too easy, but the crowd loved it!

Any ideas about Shelley being a gimmick entry had been quickly dispelled. Her odds to win the tournament dropped from 100/1 to 16/1 almost overnight. Shelley had wagered $200 on herself before the tournament. This could prove to be very lucrative indeed. A photo shoot for an International sports magazine paid her another $6,000 and she was becoming quite well known.

Her second bout was against another black fighter. She wore a sports bra that showed her cleavage off extravagantly. This time she did not wear her gi, just a pair of tight lycra shorts. Her unwitting opponent was mesmerised by her boobs. He did not see the snap kick that connected with the side of his jaw. The fight was over in just twelve seconds. Her opponent woke up in the dressing room. He may as well have been in Disneyland!

This meant that Shelley had reached the last eight. One more win and she would be assured of some prize money. To add to all this, the hot favourite for the women’s title had challenged Shelley to a private contest after the tournament was over. The organisers had put up a prize of £20,000, winner takes all. This had attracted significant publicity and publicity in L.A. meant money. Shelley agreed to the challenge, which meant that she still had a chance of earning good money, even if she lost her next fight, but Shelley had no intention of losing any fight.

The following day she was due to fight Danny Chang. He was the favourite to win the competition. He was quick, powerful and had a vicious streak that made people very scared of him. But Shelley was not the slightest bit worried about him. She was twenty pounds heavier than Chang and nearly six inches taller. She would make him do the worrying. For the fight, he wore a pair of skimpy gold trunks. His chest and back were covered in dragon tattoos. He stared defiantly at Shelley who completely ignored him. Shelley was wearing a black latex cat-suit, which was as tight as was humanly possible. Her feet were bare and she wore gold nail polish.

Her opponent came out like a human tornado. He threw punches, kicks and even tried to charge at Shelley head on, but he never even remotely looked like connecting with anything. She was content to let him make all the running. He would get tired if he continued at this pace. Shelley began to use the reach of her incredibly long legs and landed several kicks to his thighs and chest, but none of them had hurt him. In desperation, Chang tried to run at Shelley and grabbed her by the throat. She let him come and then executed a perfect Tomoenage stomach throw. He was lucky that he just stayed on the mat. This made him even more angry and he aimed several blows at Shelley. She managed to block them all and landed some deliberate blows with her knees and elbows. This was done to weaken him and slow him down.

The crowd were clearly on Shelley’s side, and they could sense that she was in command even though she had not really had to go on the offensive. She smiled at Chang which made him even more annoyed. He rushed at her again. She avoided the charge and turned him around so that his back was to her. She kicked him hard behind each knee and leapt into the air, bringing her right elbow down on his left shoulder with a piercing scream. He fell forwards in great pain and tried to crawl away, but Shelley brought her left heel down in the middle of his back with great power. She then sat on his buttocks as he lay face down on the mat, she grabbed both of his arms and pulled them towards her. Then she hooked her feet under his chin and raised his head using her toes to lift his jaw. The pressure on his arms and neck was too much and he grunted to the referee to tell her to stop.

Shelley had not even broken a sweat. Her opponent lay beaten on the mat and she quickly left the arena with the crowd chanting her name. She knew now that at least £8,000 was hers even if she lost her semi-final. Her fortunes were on the up, but she was determined to stay focused. Her next opponent was the oldest man in the tournament at fifty-two, but he had proved to be an extremely skillfull fighter. He was also six feet two inches tall and Shelley had lost her reach advantage.

That evening Shelley agreed to be interviewed by a reporter from BBC television in London. The idea of being shown on national TV in the UK appealed to her vainer side. The interview would take place at his hotel and she was asked to wear the outfit that would be worn in her next fight. The reporter was not in the room when he arrived, but the camera technician showed her to the conference suite where she would be interviewed. It was all very civilised and polite. She was provided with refreshments and told that the BBC reporter would be with her shortly.

A few minutes later he entered the room with the camera operator and sound recordist. He was tall, with thick black hair and a ready smile. He put her at ease instantly. His name was Kris and he was a specialist sports reporter, usually soccer, rugby or cricket, but he seemed to know about the tournament that Shelley was fighting in. The interview went very smoothly. Shelley posed for the camera and went through a few kata techniques. Kris did not ask any dumb questions or pry into her personal life, except to ask if she had a boyfriend. She answered, "no" and he left it at that.

When the interview was over, the two technical guys disappeared to finish off their work and Kris and Shelley moved to the hotel bar for a quiet drink. Before she knew it, she was asking him more questions than he had managed in the official interview. He was a former rugby player and he knew little or nothing about the martial arts, but he admired Shelley for having the guts to enter a competition full of men. Her fight was not until the following evening. She found herself offering to show him some of the sights of L.A., which he was happy to accept.

They drove around for a while and then she took him to the beach. They got on really well. She offered to make dinner for him at her apartment. He made a couple of calls and accepted the invitation. After the meal Shelley needed to work out for an hour. Kris watched in fascination as she went through her routine. He was asked to hold a couple of kicking pads for her as she unleashed her powerful legs and feet. He was a strongly built man, but the ferocity of her kicks and punches took him by surprise. She showered and changed and came into the room wearing a gold silk kimono type gown. He was stunned by her appearance and stared at her without knowing it. Shelley found this amusing and asked if she looked OK. He could only stammer that she looked wonderful and he meant it.

She decided to sit on the long sofa beside him. He seemed embarrassed by her close proximity and she realised that she was having a strong effect on him. She lifted her legs onto the sofa so that her feet were actually touching his right thigh. He looked as though he might pass out at any moment and moved away slightly. Shelley laughed and asked if he objected to her feet touching his leg.

“Of course not,” he replied nervously and moved back to his original position.

“Would you massage my feet for me? They need to be in great shape for tomorrow night,” said Shelley, thrusting her feet onto his lap.

He nervously started to do as he was asked. She was smiling at his discomfort, but could see from the bulge in his jeans that he was turned on by the experience. Then she deliberately rubbed her right foot over his crotch and he nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Oh sorry,” said Shelley who was enjoying the experience and was getting extremely moist and randy. He looked at her, not sure what to do next. She made the decision for him by rubbing his crotch with her right foot and putting her left foot on his lips.

A couple of minutes later Shelley got up and led him into the bedroom and began to tear his clothes off. She gasped when she saw the size of his penis. It must have been ten inches long and looked ready for action. Then he took her by surprise. Taking off her gown, he threw her onto the bed and moved his head down between her legs. She was soaked and screamed slightly when he started to use his tongue. She brought her long legs around and started to play with his dick with her long toes and silky feet. He brought her to orgasm quickly and noisily.

The sensations in his dick were driving him wild, but he moved up and entered her with her legs up over his shoulders. He slowly thrust away with his massive weapon. She moaned and ordered him to kiss her feet and suck her toes. He continued to do this for some time. Her feet tasted wonderful and felt so soft. He wondered how something so beautiful could inflict such punishment. Shelley began to scream in ecstasy. She loved being fucked and having her feet pleasured at the same time.

When she knew that he was about to cum, she asked him to take it out as she was not using any contraceptives. He moved down and began sucking and nibbling her huge perfect breasts. She then began working with her feet on his dick which was now wet with her juices. She used her long toes to grip his throbbing erection and a minute later he shot wave after wave of thick white cum over her toes and feet. She then brought her feet up to her mouth and licked every last drop off.

They fell asleep exhausted. She had another heavy night ahead of her the following day. But the next man to come into contact with her feet would not be so lucky.

To be continued ... Click here for Part 2 of Equal Opportunities