Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Porn Tat said, “No, thank you. “For those of you who have not been here before,” Finn said loudly, “I call your attention to the six heavily-padded posts. “I’ve learned to ignore most of them.”
Finn saved me from having to make more small talk by calling out loudly, “Fighters in the ring!”
All twelve girls jumped up on the side of the ring and somersaulted over the ropes into the oil. Soon it was black black’s bikini bottom that was sailing out of the ring. “Yellow ginger is our champion!” Finn exclaimed. A flash of anger almost overwhelmed me as I recognized the basic machine as the same as what I had seen in the apartment below when Little D was kidnapped.
