" Huh?" When you enter the arena, go to the center and stand in the chalk circle. When the bell rings, run," her keeper (as Cat had come to think of h...m) said.Cat was thrust into the arena. The door closed behind her. The stands were filled. The audience was mostly men, but there were a few women scattered around. Most of these wore casual clothes, but a few wore either lingerie or nothing and seemed to be captives or servants or something.Cat turned red with embarrassment from being naked in. She had on a nice short skirt and white blouse that clearly outlined her bra; stockings, heels and I assumed panties as I looked over her ass. Soon I couldn't hold back and while she leaned over more to examine her work, I reached over and with both hands began to softly caress her ass. She stood up real fast and turned and looked down at me, "What are you doing?" she asked as I slowly began to caress her legs and what beautiful legs they were. "Please stop that" she said as she tried to push. Her eight inch chocolate she cock was snuggled nicely inside her skimpy bikini bottoms. If you were not a close personal friend of hers you would have never known what lie hidden inside her tiny bikini bottom. She lazily ran a purple painted fingernail up her soft luscious leg. She slipped her six inch heels off for a moment to run her finger over her toes that were painted to match her razor sharp painted nails.Her heart fluttered. Tonight was finally the night she was going to meet the one. Josceline and Roberta sang together 'Sweet Talking Guy' by the Chiffons. The remainder of the girls sang the harmony even if they didn't sing well. They were all looking at me when they sang to let me know that I was the reason for this particular song's choice. When the song ended I clapped the loudest and even bowed to them.Roberta said, "Now you give us a song."Josceline's mind gave me a Glenn Yarborough song called, 'Baby, the Rain must Fall'. She liked the sound of the man's voice.