(Tales of the Sexfight Championship, Part 1)Lisa arrived in Cancun with two bags: one with what she
(Tales of the Sexfight Championship, Part 1)Lisa arrived in Cancun with two bags: one with what she needed and the other with what she had won: the title belt. She was unpacking when her iPhone beeped. A challenge. She set everything down, took out her laptop, hooked up to the hotel’s internet server and checked out the challenge.He had a record of 9-0-1. Hers was 18-0. Because his record was at least half of hers, she had to accept the challenge or list it as a loss. Lisa scanned his wins. Interesting. A few formidable women fell to him. Mostly fighters out of their prime, but still… impressive. She wasn’t doing anything tonight, so why not? A little fun before the beach tomorrow. She hit “Challenge Accepted.” Then, she smiled and ordered room service.He arrived at the hotel room that night. An hour of room service, wine and a little trash talking later, they found themselves stripped and on the couch. His touch was soft, but demanding. His dark voice like a hot wind on her skin. And when his fingers reached up to coil in her raven black hair, pulling gently, tugging the tie from her hair, she let him. “Give him a little confidence,” she said. “Before I add the first loss on his record.” -- source link