Even with the wonderful reaction to her opening, it would take a long time to repay. She could wipe it out with one, simple act… She raised her head...and then banged it back down on the soft pillow. ‘Argh!’ she groaned into the empty room. It wasn’t just the thought of fucking the businessman that appalled her. It was the fact she was considering it. The thought of being coerced into giving him her body was turning her on. What the fuck is wrong with you? she asked herself in Portuguese. One. He walked around to get a view of the man’s face. “Well I’ll be damned.” How could he…then Nick remembered the blue topaz pendant he had given him. “You worthless sack of shit,” he chuckled. “Security,” Nick intoned into the walkie-talkie. “Security, Mickey,” crackled the reply. “Mick, this Nick. I’m on the floor. That loser is back at the craps table.” “The cunt’s husband?” “Yeah. I don’t believe this guy. Look, keep a close eye on this sucker. I don’t want any big messes to have to deal with. On the way, there were no words to start. Hence the awkward silence was there in the air. A thousand questions were running on my mind and I was trying to find the right ways to ask her to come upstairs.Just when we reached her society gate, she broke the silence and answered all of my questions. She just said, “Don’t use this gate, go from gate no.2, you can park your car there and there would be no problem if it is there overnight”.I didn’t need to hear anything else. We parked the car and. For a tourney about women wrestling in bikinis, this sure had a lot of rules.But I’d cross that bridge when I’d get to it. For now, I needed to head out of the locker room to face my first practice opponent.With that in mind, I sauntered out (putting a little sway in my hips as I did because I knew my guys were watching somewhere), and headed towards the large blue mat in the center of the main gym.In the corner of my eye I could see a small camera crew recording my every movement.“Oh,.