Equal Opportunities, Part 2
(Posted on Sunday, February 4, 2001)
This story was submitted by Monkeydoyle.

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Kris had left Shelly's apartment at about midnight. He had to report to London the following morning and needed to allow for the time difference. He gave Shelley his hotel phone number before he left. She was feeling pretty good. Her love life had been on hold for a while and she was pretty choosy about men. She knew that he would be leaving for home in a couple of says. There was no time for any complications to arise.

She went to the dojo the following morning and had arranged for some serious sparring. She gave the three guys involved a pretty rough time, but this was not the real thing. She rang Kris and asked if he could come to the dressing room before the fight. She had a private room because she was the only woman involved in the tournament.

A Korean fighter had won the other semi-final. He had done such a demolition job on his opponent that it was obvious there would be no fight to settle third place. His opponent was hospitalised and in intensive care. Shelley at last felt a little apprehensive, but she still had her own fight to take care of.

Kris arrived and went straight to Shelley’s dressing room. She was pleased to see him and showed it straight away by locking the door and pushing him onto the treatment couch. “I believe you are supposed to abstain from physical contact before a bout,” said Kris, only half joking. She just ignored him and forced him on his back, rubbing the front of his trousers and kissing him enthusiastically. She untied her robe and stood naked before him.

“Will you kiss my feet and suck my toes? It will relax me for the fight.” He pushed her onto the padded table, pulled her feet up to his face and did as she asked. “When I’ve won my fight, I will make this up to you,” she promised. But now it was time for her to get ready, so he left to take his seat in the arena.

Her opponent was a tall gaunt looking man with a shaved head and a relaxed demeanour. There was no bravado and no boasting. He even nodded politely in her direction as the two of them came together. They exchanged blows, but none of the early exchanges were significant and she knew that she would have her work cut out to win this one. He managed to hip-throw her to the mat, but was unable to make any further progress on the floor. He rolled away. He was not going to waste energy on anything that was not worthwhile.

Shelley managed to catch him with a roundhouse to the face. His lip began to bleed, but he was not looking concerned. Then he managed to punch Shelley in the stomach with his knuckles extended and then swept her legs from beneath her. He stamped on her right thigh, which caused her some pain, but she managed to grab his ankle and twist his leg violently.

By now they were both feeling the pace. He was a lot older and was beginning to breathe heavily. Her thigh hurt and the blow to her stomach made her feel a little sick, but she was still strong. He came at her in a flurry of kicks and punches. She blocked them all and caught him full in the throat with a front snap kick. She followed this with a roundhouse from each leg, hitting him smack on the side of each jaw. He teetered on the edge of the mat. He had been hurt. Shelley saw her chance and flew at him with a two-footed drop kick to his chest. He shot off the mat and fell into the first row of the crowd, such was the force of the blow.

Now she was in the final and ensured of a healthy pay cheque, but she had the small matter of her Korean opponent to look forward to as he had made a real mess of his last opponent and she was next in the firing line.

Kris was waiting for her after the fight. She was feeling tired and sore and asked if they could go straight back to her apartment. He was happy to spend more time with her and she made it clear that she was still in the mood to reward him for his earlier efforts at relaxing her. He used her phone to ring the two BBC technicians, who were in some British pub in Santa Monica enjoying the local hospitality. As he spoke to them, Shelley had undone his trousers and was giving him an incredible blowjob. He undressed and took off the satin gi that she was wearing. Seconds later they were enjoying a sixty-nine on the couch. This was much more fun than reporting on the England soccer team! They went to bed after they had both had an explosive orgasm.

Shelley led him into the bedroom by his dick. They watched TV in bed and she gave him a footjob that clearly required some expertise. She never missed a stroke. He shot another load all over her toes and right up to her shins. She licked up every last drop and they both fell asleep exhausted.

Kris left early the next morning. Shelley went for a sauna and jacuzzi to ease her aches and pains. The fight was at ten p.m. and she needed to be at her best. She did not go to the dojo and worked out on her own at home. She knew that Kris was returning to England the day after and she wanted to make sure that he had something to remember her by.

The girl who had challenged Shelley to the special bout won the women’s final. She was a blonde Californian with a nasty habit of breaking people’s bones. She had won her fight with ease, combining her bodybuilding physique with an awesome array of kicks and elbows. Shelley would do well to survive the next twenty-four hours in one piece. But she had the sadistic Korean to contend with first. He called himself the Easter Destroyer and he had lived up to his name so far.

As they faced each other on the mat, Shelley could see that she had the reach advantage, but he was very heavily muscled and only just inside the weight limit. He wore a satin black gi with black fighting slippers. Shelley wore her latex catsuit and was barefoot. As always, her toes were painted silver. Her opponent immediately came out onto the attack and caught Shelley on the shoulder with an axe kick. He sneered at his early success and pointed to the floor repeatedly, indicating to her that she would ultimately end up on the mat.

He tried to move inside her defences and get in close to grab her, but she was too quick and repulsed his efforts. He leapt into the air and flew towards her legs, lashing at her head, but she avoided his move and elbowed him strongly in the back. She followed this with a swinging roundhouse that caught him on the chest, knocking him on his back. This enraged him and he rushed at her, managing to grip her throat and she lost her balance. He crashed on top of her, pinning her shoulders down with his knees and sitting on her chest. Still he gripped her throat and she could feel her air supply giving out. She would soon pass out. Her arms were useless and she gave up trying to pull him off her body. She tried to bring her knees up into his back, but he was tough enough to withstand the best that she could do.

Her last hope was to try and use her feet, but she was getting weaker. She summoned her last reserves of strength and brought her legs over they were as wide open as she could get them. She then brought them together at once and they slapped into his cheeks. Again she did it and again. At last his body began to sag as her powerful feet smashed his face. He rolled off and tried to get away, but she was now in the box seat and rolled with him. Her latex-clad thighs wrapped around his neck and her feet crossed at the ankles to give her leverage. His legs kicked and his body arched, but he could not escape. His strength was going fast, but he did not submit. This lasted for a couple of minutes and Shelley began to wonder if she could maintain her grip, so she began to move across the mat on her buttocks, keeping hold of her opponent between her strong thighs.

As she reached the edge of the mat area, she looked down at the four-foot drop and swung her legs round over the edge of the mat. She let go of her surprised opponent at the right moment and he fell out of the fighting area. She had won the bout. He lay exhausted below her and the arena went wild.

Shelley waited for the presentation and then headed wearily for her dressing room. She pointed to Kris who was with his film crew catching all of the action, and he followed her to the dressing room. She locked the door and asked Kris to help her get out of her catsuit. She slumped on the couch, grabbed her bag and belongings, and threw on a robe. She walked barefoot to her car and they drove to her apartment.

Kris fixed them a couple of cold drinks and she suddenly began to realise that at last she had made some real money. The BBC had paid her $20,000 for the exclusive rights to a documentary on her achievement and then there was all the prize money and the bet that she had placed. She had a hot relaxing shower and they went straight to bed. “Hey would you give me a foot rub. I think I earned it?” She said.

“Oh I think I can manage that,” and he went to work on her soft sexy feet. He licked her soles, sucked her toes and massaged them with his fingers. After a while she could take it no longer and she pulled his head up between her thighs. He loved the taste of her pussy and soon she was squealing and arching her back. After an intense orgasm, he entered her with his beefy dagger and she moaned and wrapped her legs around his. She came again and again. Eventually he was ready to shoot his load and pulled out of her dripping pussy. She motioned to him to move towards her on his knees so that his dick was between her huge firm breasts and pointed at her mouth. She then raised her feet so that they gripped the base of his dick. The top half was between her cleavage. She then gave him a footjob as he fucked her tits. As he thrust upward, she licked the end of his dick.

He could not handle this for too long. It was the most exciting thing that he had ever experienced. Eventually he came in torrents. He soaked her feet, her tits and the whole of her face before collapsing on the bed. They made love three more times that night. He had to go home the following day, back to cold, wet London. He would miss her challenge match that night, but he was sure that she would win. Her body was capable of anything!

Part 3 to follow….. Click here for Part 3 of Equal Opportunities