Loser's Smackdown!

The cameras cut, lights go dark, but Ariel X isn’t finished with Karmen Karma. She drags the rookie into the showers, still slick from sweat. Karmen’s wrists end up lashed to the pipe above her head. Ariel’s palm cracks across wet skin, then her fingers slip inside and curl hard. She fists her open for the first time, knuckles stretching tight. Karmen’s legs buckle, toes flex against cold tile. Ariel plants her foot between spread thighs and pushes, slow and cruel, fucking her with the arch until every muscle shakes. When the air runs short, her forearm locks across Karmen’s throat, squeezing while her other hand works deeper. Karmen licks the dirt and sweat off the sole pressed to her mouth, gasping between each lick. Ariel drops to sit on her face, smothering her in slick heat, grinding until the rookie’s thighs quiver and she comes loud, body jerking against rope and tile. The hot water keeps running; the real match is only getting started.