EQUAL OPPORTUNITIES.
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, 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 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. But 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 LA 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 65kgs, 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 $1,000 entry fee. The really big guys would be in a different category, men of up to 120kgs would be hard for her to match, but she was right on the limit of 65kgs and would be the equal of any other contestant in her division. She knew 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 civilised, 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 with. 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 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- 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 causing him immense pain, then he saw the soles of both of her long slender 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 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 was pressing his neck into to 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 just twelve seconds in. 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, all this had attracted significant publicity and publicity in LA 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 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 grab 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 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 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 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 LA, which he was happy to accept.
They drove around for a while and then she took him to the beach and 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 . 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 were actually touching his right . He looked as though he might pass out at any moment and moved away slightly. Shelley laughed and asked if he objected to her touching his , "of course not" he replied nervously and moved back to his original position. "Would you massage my for me, they need to be in great shape for tomorrow night" said Shelley, thrusting her 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 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 and putting her left 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 . 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 and suck her toes. He continued to do this for some time, her 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 pleasured at the same time. When she knew that he was about to , 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 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 over her toes and . She then brought her 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 would not be so lucky. Kris left her 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.
Shelley 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, not time for any complications to arise. She went to the dojo the following morning, she 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 won the other semi-final, he did such a demolition job on his opponent, 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 and suck my toes, it will relax me for the fight?" He pushed her onto the padded table and pulled her 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 and 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, none of the early exchanges were significant and she knew 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 , which caused her some pain, but she managed to grab his ankle and twist his violently. By now they were both feeling the pace, he was a lot older and was beginning to breathe heavily. Her hurt and the blow to the 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 , 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, 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 '69' 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 job that clearly required some expertise, she never missed a stroke and he shot another load all over her toes and right up 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 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 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 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 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, her crossed at the ankles to give her leverage. His legs kicked and his body arched, but he could not escape and 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 the 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- 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 the action and he followed her to the dressing room. She locked the door and asked Kris to help her get out of the catsuit.
She slumped on the couch and 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 she had placed. She had a hot relaxing shower and they went straight to bed. "Hey would you give me a rub, I think I earned it?" she said. "Oh I think I can manage that" and he went to work on her soft sexy . He licked her soles and 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 so that they gripped the base of his dick, the top half was between her cleavage. She then gave him a job 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 , 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! Shelley was fairly depressed knowing that Kris had gone back to England, they had promise to stay in touch and his work brought him to the States fairly often. But he had helped her prepare for her fights over the last couple of days, simply by making her feel relaxed. Tonight she had to face up to the challenge of Lauren Taylor, the local fighter who had easily won the women's competition and had caused some damage to her opponents in the process.
Lauren Taylor was a streetfighter, she used the martial arts as a way of being successful and to inflict pain on her opponents. She was also extremely strong, her time spent in the gym was not wasted. The fight between Shelley and Lauren was publicised as a grudge match, although Shelley had merely accepted the challenge thrown down by Lauren. Surely after beating all those men she could handle a woman, but this was a dangerous assumption to make. During the day Shelley had a session at her dojo and then headed for the sauna to relax for the fight. She was unaware that her opponent was backed by some unsavoury characters who had decided to try and ensure that Shelley was not in peak condition for the fight. As Shelley relaxed naked in the sauna, she thought she heard a man's voice. This was a female only sauna and something was wrong, she wrapped her towel around her and headed toward the locker room. She was confronted by three men who had not come to change the linen, they looked mean and nasty and they were here to work her over. She whipped off the towel and rolled it up to make a long thick rope, as the first thug came at her she wrapped it around his neck and pulled him toward her, choking him in the process. She used him as a shield as the others tried to get close, all the while she was pulling tighter on the towel. They tried to rush her but her long legs lashed out as soon as they came within range and they knew she was capable of causing some serious damage.
The man who was unlucky enough to be choked by the towel passed out and she let him fall to the floor. She was naked and an awesome sight, as she stepped over the prone body on the floor she ground her heel into the man's crotch with a sinister smile on her face. Suddenly, one of the men drew a gun, " the hell with this shit she's too dangerous", he said. " On the floor bitch", he ordered. She had no option but to do as she was told. The men forced her to lie facedown on the floor, they pulled her arms behind her back and used some thick insulation tape to tie her wrists firmly. "Put your together lady, we know what you can do with those things". Shelley had no option but to obey, they strapped her ankles together and turned her over. They managed to bring the third attacker round, he was groggy and pretty mad at Shelley, kicking her in her ribs a couple of times. "We gonna have ourselves some of that lovely pussy of yours lady", said the gunman. They threw her into a laundry cart and pushed her outside to a waiting van. She was held at gunpoint in the van, things were now getting out of hand, she had no idea that someone would go to so much trouble to try and win a fight. The van pulled up at a motel in a part of town that she did not recognise. She was covered by a sheet and taken into a room that the men had rented. She was thrown roughly on to the bed, the gun was pointed at her at all times. Her ankles were freed, not because they wanted her to be comfortable, they just wanted to be able to open her legs.
"OK lady, you're pretty handy with those lovely of yours, how about a job?" said one of the men. "Yeah, me too", said the guy that she had nearly strangled previously. The two men dropped their trousers and stood there with their dicks erect at the end of the bed. The other man held the gun pointed at her head. She decided to play along for the time being she would wait for the best time to make a move. The two men grabbed a each and shoved their dicks between her big toe and the next toe and began to hump her . The third man laughed, "you guys are sick" as they continued to pump her . Shelley squeezed their dicks to keep them occupied, she would need to wait until the gunman was not concentrating fully. Both men were close to cumming, she squeezed the base of their dicks to try and delay the inevitable. She decided to make them simultaneously and then make a move against the gunman, the other two would be pre-occupied with their own enjoyment. They both shot their loads together all over her and between her toes, she then moved her and smashed both heels down onto their stiff pricks, they screamed in agony and she leapt up and gripped the gunman's hand between her slippery . She pulled him toward her and smashed him across the face with her bound hands. She still gripped the gun hand and repeated the process, the man weakened his grip on the gun, dropping it onto the bed. The other two men were writhing on the floor, their wedding tackle destroyed by her vicious blows. She then gripped the guy by the throat with her crossed at the ankles and yanked him up and over her so that his head smashed into the wall above the headboard, she rammed his head three or four times into the wall then let him down.
She found the knife that they had used to untie her ankles and freed her wrists. She stood over the two men still groaning on the floor with the gun in her hands. "OK gents, you made the mess, now lick at all up before I decide what to do with you". The two men obeyed her at once and licked the off her . "Who sent you? now remember I can kick you even harder this time boys". They jabbered out a name, Carlos Michaels, but this meant nothing to her, she picked up the phone and called the police. She wrapped herself in a towel from the bathroom and waited for them to arrive. The police were amazed to hear of the events that had taken place, especially the part relating to her being forced to give two footjobs and then kicking the living daylights out of them. After giving a statement she returned to her apartment for a hot bath. There was no way she was going to lose the fight after all this, some bitch was going to pay for all this! She got back to her apartment and there was a message on her answering machine, it was from Kris, his bosses in London had decided to let him stay and cover the women's fight that evening. He had been trying to contact her, but her mobile phone was with her clothes at the sauna, she had been forced to leave there naked by the three thugs.
Shelley immediately began to feel better, she contacted the Sauna and asked them to put her belongings aside for her to collect. She then rang Kris and told him of her abduction, leaving out the bit concerning the footjobs. He offered to come around to her apartment right away, she asked him to call off at the sauna to get her things. The hot soak in the bath made her feel much better, Kris arrived and she began to relax, they talked about recent events and decided to try and get a few hours sleep, Shelley needed to be fresh for her fight later that evening. Kris left a few hours later, he needed to prepare for the filming of the event and had to brief his two staff. A limousine arrived to take Shelley to the arena, it was good to travel in style, now it was almost time to get even. Shelley had decided to wear a one-piece gold swimsuit for the fight, it sowed most of her buttocks and her ample cleavage. She was barefoot as usual and had her toenails painted in glittering gold. Her opponent wore a white leotard that showed off her muscular body and California tan. Her blonde hair accentuated the effect, she too was barefoot. Lauren Taylor was a sadist who enjoyed inflicting pain on people, but she knew that she was up against an extremely dangerous opponent.
The kidnap attempt had been a disaster, but the police had been unable to prove any connection to her. The arena was packed to capacity, they had been entertained by a series of exhibition bouts before the main event, now they were ready to witness a real grudge match. The fight started and it was clear that Lauren was anxious to get in close and prevent Shelley from using her long reach. Shelley tried to unsettle Lauren by launching a series of kicks, but they were all blocked or missed the target, Lauren countered with a vicious elbow strike to the inside of Shelley's . This blow was very painful and restricted her movement, Lauren spotted this and rushed forward catching Shelley off-guard and she managed to wrap her strong legs around her and force her to the mat.
She had also managed to grab Shelley by the throat, with her wrists crossed for extra grip. Shelley tried to use her hands to pull her off, but Lauren was incredibly strong, her thighs were squeezing Shelley's legs and they were beginning to feel numb. Suddenly Lauren let go of Shelley's throat and dropped both elbows heavily onto her chest and then her stomach. Lauren was winded and Lauren took advantage of her weakness to swivel into a Juji Gatame hold. She held Shelley's right arm between her thighs and gripped her hand, her left was place on Shelley's throat and her right on her breasts. Lauren slowly bent the arm back and Shelley was now in deep trouble, there seemed to be no way out of this. The pressure on her arm, together with Lauren's toes digging into her windpipe would soon prove to be unbearable, her left arm tried to move Lauren's but she was too strong.
Shelley used her last ounce of energy to bring her left over in an arc, catching Lauren in the mouth and bursting he lip, she repeated this three times, each blow landing full in the face. Lauren loosened her grip and Shelley managed to roll away. They faced each other in the middle of the mat, Shelley saw her chance and a stunning roundhouse caught Lauren under the jaw and lifted her off her . There was now fear in Lauren's eyes, she rose slowly to her , Shelley feigned another kick but instead smashed the palm of her right hand into Lauren's forehead. Lauren teetered unsteadily on her . Shelley advanced on her and threw a snap kick to her face, then another and another. Lauren was now almost out on her , right on the edge of the raised mat. Shelley kicked her legs apart, Lauren was now doing the splits on the edge of the mat, Shelley sat facing her and placed both at her throat with the ankles crossed and squeezed slowly. Finally she administered the 'coup de grace' and slammed the soles of her into Lauren's breasts sending her flying off the mat. It had been a spectacular contest and the packed audience loved it. Shelley was presented with her cheque and left for the quiet of her dressing room.
Kris was waiting for her, so were his camera crew, after a short interview the crew left to edit and send off the film. Shelley locked the dressing room door and she grabbed hold of Kris and pulled him onto the massage table. She tore off his clothes and forced him onto his back. Her gold swimsuit was discarded and she sat on his throbbing penis, pulling her legs up and sticking he in his face. They were dusty and sweaty but he did not have time to complain she rode him and shoved her long gold-painted toes into his mouth, She came at least three times and then moved her long slender down to his dick. She gripped it between her toes and pumped him expertly until he eventually came in thick spurts all over her toes, arches, soles and ankles. "It's a pity you couldn't film that" she laughed, "not quite the thing for the BBC" he replied. The limousine arrived to take Shelley home, Kris went with her, this had been round one, there were several more to go before the night was through.