Another woman in a referee's t-shirt signals the end of the match as one of the combatants taps out to her opponents choke-hold. "Here I thought you w...re gonna wuss out.", a voice behind you.You turn and see your friend Melanie, a gorgeous girl with short, spiky red hair. A few days earlier you had made a few chauvinistic jokes, some of which annoyed her enough to challenge you to a fight at some secret underground club she's a part of."So this is it? Your little women's fight club?", you. The god of my world had a chosen people and I wasn’t one of them. I don’t resent him for it. He didn’t throw me into some kind of hell. Apparently The Company was some kind of interdimensional entertainment corporation. I didn’t really love the idea of being someone’s sex doll or action figure, but they assured me that hardly anyone actually wanted someone who wasn’t happy to be there, and they typically used the souls of serial rapists for that kind of client when they did show up.For a long. " I just made up the fiancée part but it worked."Ok, I'm sorry but the kids aren't allowed to leave the premises." That's fine, we will obey your rules. Mary just wants to see her kids. I think you can understand that." The woman softened a little and smiled.I meet Mary's kids. It was funny that her son was named Bill; she called him Billy and her daughter Heather. They were so happy to see her. We brought them a few items they had asked her for. She introduced them to me and they were. I really wanted to tell him that I was really annoyed with him but after the pleasure that I’d experienced I just couldn’t do that.“Come on gorgeous, Emma and Karen need the sofa.” Ryan said.“I need a shower.” I mumbled as Ryan lifted me to my feet.“Can I have that last golf ball please TT; I’m not going to fuck you with that still inside you.”I opened my legs and squeezed. Seconds later there was a thump as the golf ball hit the floor. I didn’t even look at it as Ryan half carried me to the.