| Continued from part 2:
Jody, so excited by her match with Debbie and getting closer to finding the fight club, spent the night tossing and turning, barely catching any sleep. Finally giving up, she got out of bed, dressed and took a taxi to Vancouver International Airport. It was only 4AM, but luckily the next flight to Montreal was scheduled to leave at 7AM. Jody hurried to the Air Canada counter, paid her fare, and waited.
Sitting in her chair in the departure lounge, Jody was finally able to fall asleep, only to be awoken what seemed like only minutes later by the boarding call. Hurrying to her feet, she got on the plane and took her seat on the nearly-empty flight.
Opening her laptop, she connected to the Internet and Googled Debbie, the woman, she had defeated – and been seduced by – the night before. An acclaimed martial artist, there were numerous sites devoted to her and her exploits. To her surprise, one site claimed that Debbie had never been defeated in a Mixed Martial Arts match. I guess they have to update that now, Jody grinned.
Then she found what she was looking for, a site devoted to Debbie’s less-known past-time, domination and erotic fighting. Quickly joining the pay-site, Jody sat in wonderment as she scrolled through the various movie clips and pictures. Ignoring the mixed matches, she went to the female matches, and watched as Debbie seduced, dominated and beat up other women, using her lethal martial arts training to overwhelm her opponents. One clip in particular fascinated her; Debbie was massaging a well-built bodybuilder then knocked her unconscious with a sleeper. She then seduced the larger woman, kissing and groping the groggy woman, licking her nipples, putting her fingers in the other woman’s cunt. Subconsciously, Jody’s hand went down to her own crotch which not surprisingly was quite moist. Jody softly played with herself as she relived her own seduction.
Her dreamy state was interrupted by the flight attendant’s announcement that they were minutes away from landing. Quickly turning off her laptop, she prepared for the landing, still thinking of Debbie.
The taxi from Pierre Trudeau International Airport to her hotel in Old Montreal was quick, and within half an hour she was in her hotel room. The flight to Nice left at 10PM that evening; she desperately needed to catch a little sleep.
Some time later, she heard a knock at the door. "Service a chambre, room service," a female voice called out. Getting up, she quickly put on her thong bikini, walked to the door and opened it. |
