Sexfight Resort Ch. 02

*ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED IN THIS STORY ARE ABOVE THE AGE OF 18. ANY SIMILARITIES WITH REAL LIFE INDIVIDUALS ARE PURE COINCIDENCE AND NOT INTENTIONAL.*

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The chirping of the birds outside and the warm sunlight filtering through the window gently coaxed Luke out of his slumber. As he came to, the man felt his consciousness coming back to him in chunks. Gradually, he began to recall the events of the day prior: he had accepted some sort of invitation, he had been flown into a strange location, he had been given some sort of tour, he had been brought to a luxurious room and then... AND THEN! Frantically, Luke sat up and pulled the silky sheets of the bed, moving so quickly that he felt himself becoming dizzy. The young man was relieved to find that everything that had happened had not been some crazy fantasy or substance-induced hallucination, and yet he was still somewhat disappointed when he realized that there was no other person lying beside him.

"Oh course", Luke muttered to himself.

He understood how naïve it had been to think, even if just for a second, that Laura was going to stay with him. It only made sense that she would make her retreat as soon as she woke up. In spite of that, the fact that Luke hadn't had the chance to talk to her after their match brought a sour taste to his mouth. Letting out a sigh, Luke stood up from the bed and began to tidy up the room, picking up the items and furniture that had fallen down during the intense bout. Unexpectedly, Luke found Laura's bikini and thong sitting atop a table; the items had been neatly placed, suggesting that they had been deliberately put there. Luke couldn't help but crack a smile: perhaps Laura was trying to send some sort of message with the gesture.

After cleaning up and taking a nice, hot bath, Luke got himself dressed and opened the door of his suite, ready to start the first day of his new life. However, before he could take a single step outside, the door opposite to his slammed open, and from inside it emerged a rather large man with a robust frame and brown skin. Luke was taken aback by the imposing presence that had suddenly appeared in front of him: the mysterious man was quite tall (to Luke's estimate he could have easily been around 6'4), he was bald and had big limbs and a ripped physique. The one detail that somewhat undermined the stranger's intimidating appearance was that he was wearing nothing but a pair of cat patterned boxers. When their eyes met, both men remained frozen for a couple of seconds. Then, much to Luke's surprise, the man's face lit up with a jolly smile.

"Well I'll be," he spoke with a deep voice and a slight Hispanic accent, "So you're that plucky newcomer who made it past Laura! Man, am I ever glad to meet you. After months wallowing in solitude, I'll finally get to have a neighbor!"

The whiplash between his first impression and the stranger's actual personality delayed Luke's answer by a couple of seconds. Awkwardly, he tried to respond to the man's cheery disposition:

"Well, I uh, it's..."

But Luke was cut off as the man extended his hand toward him and exclaimed: "The name's Oliva and the pleasure is all mine."

With a bit of hesitation, Luke shook Oliva's hand. While vigorously waving his arm up and down, nearly knocking Luke to the ground in the process, Oliva spoke:

"Seriously, with Laura in charge of the room right in front of mine, I was sure that place was going to remain vacant for years. Then, out of nowhere, you come around and not only beat her but even make her walk out on you. This morning, when I saw her through my window walking around in her birthday suit, my jaw nearly dropped to the floor!"

After breaking off the handshake and moving his fingers around in an attempt to regain some circulation, Luke addressed Oliva:

"What do you mean I made her "walk out"? Is that good?"

Oliva slapped the side of his head, thus loudly announcing that he had come to a realization: "Ah, but of course you wouldn't know! Alright, let me explain." Oliva then brought a hand to his chin and thought for a couple of moments before speaking again. "I'm sure when you arrived you were given some sort of briefing in which you were told that your stay here depends on your results, yes?"

Luke nodded and Oliva took that as a sign to continue his explanation.

"You see, some people don't last here more than a day or a few weeks at most. But there are also those who have been able to stay for several months or even years. Among these veterans, a sort of culture has gradually developed. They've got certain ways to communicate with each other and even their very own rules of etiquette. For example, if someone leaves their clothes behind after a sexfight, that's a declaration: they want a rematch. The gist of it is that they'll be back to claim what is theirs, you see?"

The prospect of being able to sexfight Laura again filled Luke's mind with enticing thoughts, but he was quickly brought back to reality by the giant hand that crashed down onto his shoulder. With a friendly grin, Oliva spoke:

"And you're in luck, because I just so happen to be one of those esteemed veterans. So how about it? As thanks for ending my time as a 'neighbourless' loner, I'll show you around and teach you the ropes. There are many gems waiting to be found in this place."

Though counting on the help of an experienced guest sounded like a good deal, Luke was nevertheless a bit apprehensive about accepting Oliva's offer. Their short interaction had not been enough for Luke to discern what his true nature was like or whether he could have ulterior motives. But Luke's ruminating would be abruptly cut off by the second figure that came out of Oliva's room.

She was a relatively tall woman (around 5'8 to Luke's estimate), and everything about her was simply... stunning: beautiful face with piercing, almond-shaped eyes and a long mane of black, curly hair that cascaded down her toned torso, partially covering her large yet shapely breasts, her slim waist and her voluptuous ass. Her skin was a shade of golden brown, much like Oliva's, but unlike the large man, she was completely naked. After appearing behind Oliva, she simply turned and began to walk away without acknowledging either of the two men. Luke wondered why her steps were uneven and her movements groggy, and he would quickly find an answer in the small, glistening stream that was flowing down her thick thighs and dripping slightly onto the floor beneath her.

Following Luke's gaze, Oliva turned around, saw the woman and was delighted to realize that she was not wearing any clothing. In a joyful tone, he exclaimed: "So I guess that means I'll be seeing you soon then! Come back anytime, we'll have some fun again!" He then delivered what was probably meant to be a playful spank on the woman's butt, but the sound it made on impact and the red outline of a hand that it left in its wake made it clear that it must had hurt... and quite a bit. Nevertheless, the woman didn't scream or complain; she simply leaned against the wall for a couple of seconds and then continued on her path. Luke couldn't help but respect the lady's admirable composure.

"So," Oliva said, "How about we go grab some breakfast?"

Figuring that rejecting Oliva's offer would have brought him more harm than good, Luke decided to accept: "Alright, but please put on a shirt first."

Luke's response elicited a cheerful laugh out of Oliva, who went back into his suite to change.

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About forty minutes after their first meeting, Luke and Oliva were enjoying a hefty breakfast while exchanging some pleasant small talk. Oliva had guided Luke to (according to him) one of the best cafeterias on the entire island. Considering that it was located right by a swimming pool and that it had the option of outdoor seating, Luke was willing to trust Oliva's claim. Granted, on their way there, Luke had felt somewhat anxious: he hadn't known what kind of atmosphere to expect from a resort filled with perverted sexfight enthusiasts. Yet, contrary to what he feared, as he drank some orange juice and ate some pancakes, the environment around him was comfortable and relaxing.

Most of the guests went about their day as if they were on some expensive vacation... likely because that's exactly how they felt about their stay in the resort. Luke saw men and women laughing over expensive drinks in the nearby tables, chatting by the pool and jogging around the poolside.

One detail that surprised Luke was the fact that the guests wore very little clothing: a lot of the men strolled around in nothing but some swimming trunks or shorts and the majority of women wore bikinis, crop tops or tight shirts with nothing underneath. Luke had assumed that the most strategically sound option in terms of outfit would have been to put on several layers of clothing, especially when everyone around was a potential opponent. But, then again, in a place where people were expected to have sex, it could have been considered inconvenient or even cowardly to cover yourself up. Thankfully, the temperature that day had convinced Luke to put on a simple combination of t-shirt and shorts.

As he was about to finish up his meal, Luke saw one of the scantily clad waitresses walking up to his table. She was wearing what appeared to be a variation of the uniform of the ladies that surrounded the owner of the resort during the first day: a latex top with a zipper down the middle of the chest, a black miniskirt, thigh high socks and high heels. *I suppose the old man's got a peculiar sense of taste*, Luke thought to himself in amusement.

"Would you like a refill, sir? It's free", the lady said holding up a small jug of orange juice. Of course, stating that it was free was completely redundant: guests did not have to pay for food or drinks while on the island. Luke figured that she mentioned it as a joke, or maybe people were more likely to accept the refill when reminded that they were paying nothing for it.

"No, thank you." Luke politely declined. While he saw the waitress walking away, a question invaded Luke's mind.

"Hey, Oliva."

"Yeah?" Oliva answered while munching down on his second stack of pancakes.

"On that introductory briefing, we were told that we were free to challenge anyone to a sexfight at any time."

Oliva raised an eyebrow at Luke's premise, in a dubious tone, he responded: "Yeah, that's right."

Luke continued: "Well, does that include-"

*CRASH*

Luke didn't even have time to voice his query before it was suddenly answered by a female guest and one of the waitresses, who began wrestling atop one of the nearby tables. Oliva was quick to provide commentary on the situation: "Hm... I believe her name was... Claire? Yes, that's the woman on the white shirt with the short blonde hair. Claire's a rookie, just like you. She arrived about a week before you did, I think. Good; this can be a learning opportunity then. Keep your eyes glued to that scene and burn it into your memory. You're about to witness what happens when an overzealous newbie goes up against a member of staff. That waitress is a good friend of mine, by the way; her name is Lucy."

After hearing Oliva's ominous declaration, Luke began to root for Claire. He was a sucker for an underdog story, after all. Plus, at least on the surface, it didn't seem like Claire was terribly outmatched: she was around the same height as Lucy (5'6) and had a similar, slender build with toned limbs and abs. However, Luke's expectations plummeted as he saw Lucy quickly overpowering Claire and locking her into a painful-looking headlock. Oliva's words had proven true: the rookie had been far too gutsy right out of the gate, thus leaving herself open to be outmaneuvered by the more experienced Lucy. Initially, Claire tried to resist by flailing around, shaking her arms and legs in an attempt to escape. But, before long, she had been pushed down and her limbs had dropped to her sides as air and blood were cut off by Lucy's grip. Eventually, she began weakly tapping on the waitress' arm.

Luke recalled the rules of the resort regarding submissions: if a sexfighter taps out, they must let their opponent do whatever they want with them for thirty seconds. Given that there were cameras and very attentive staff all around the hotel, these rules were absolute. In front of the small crowd that was forming around the (thankfully) large table they were standing on, Lucy released Claire, adding a little flair to the motion in an apparent effort to showboat. The waitress then commanded her to stand straight with her arms above her head and, confirming the beginning of the penalty time with her watch, she began taking off Claire's shirt. Yet, despite the time limit, Lucy didn't seem to be in any hurry. On the contrary: she slowly and very methodically slid the fabric up her opponent's torso, pressing her breasts against her own body and thus causing a satisfying drop once they were released.

With one hand, Lucy took firm hold of Claire's neck, pulling her into a deep kiss, while with the other she began massaging the guest's ample breasts, kneading them with calculated motions and tracing circles around her already erect nipples. All the while, there was nothing Claire could do but stand there with her arms stretched upwards, her humiliation no doubt heightened by the muffled moans that escaped her mouth due to the waitress' ministrations. When the penalty time was about to be over, Lucy held Claire's head with both hands and pulled her even closer into the kiss. A string of saliva connected the two women once they parted lips, and Luke had no doubt that Lucy had made sure that was the case.

In spite of the fact that the penalty was over, Claire didn't move right away; appearing to be a bit dazed. That is, until Lucy abruptly slapped her across the face, eliciting an empathetic grimace from many of the people watching. For a moment, Claire remained frozen in shock, but then, all of a sudden, her expression shifted into one of fierce anger as she pounced at the waitress, her passion seemingly reignited by her opponent's blow to her pride. Keeping Lucy's skill in mind, Claire tried to elude her grasp and avoid getting captured in another submission hold. With her newfound resolve, she was able to grapple with Lucy on even grounds, repelling the waitress' attempts at taking her down while mounting an offensive of her own. When Claire managed to grab and twist the Lucy's arm, Luke allowed himself to believe that she had a shot at winning. But, unbeknownst to Claire, she had played right into the waitress' hand. In one swift motion, Claire felt her feet being swept from under her, causing her to fall butt first into the table below. Before she could even try to recover, Lucy had already slipped behind her back and locked her into yet another headlock, except that time she also wrapped her legs around Claire's torso. Frantically, the blonde tried to struggle, but there was nothing she could do. It took only moments for her to tap out.

Lucy then ordered Claire to stand up, and she did so on tired legs.

At that point Oliva snapped his fingers to call on Luke's attention: "This is when it gets interesting."

Without saying another word, Lucy took a step toward Claire, stared deeply into her eyes and then slapped her once again. Right after landing the blow, Lucy pulled Claire by the neck into yet another passionate kiss. With much faster movements than before, the waitress pulled down Claire's thong and slid two fingers into her pussy, pumping her with great intensity. All the while, she kept firm grasp of the woman's neck and continued their sloppy making out session. Though she was supposed to be standing still, Claire's thighs were slightly trembling and her previously subtle moans were becoming louder and louder. Once the thirty seconds were about halfway over, Lucy pulled down the zipper of her top, releasing her large breasts with yet another enticing drop. She then pressed and rubbed her chest against her opponent's torso, squishing Claire's comparatively smaller boobs while still thrusting her fingers into her womanhood. When her watch announced the end of the penalty time, the waitress took a step back, very slowly removing her hand from Claire's wet pussy whilst also pulling on the tip of her nipples. Afterwards, Claire looked dazed once again, only snapping back to reality due to the cheers of the crowd around them.

The penalty was over and both sexfighters were meant to resume the match, but Claire appeared to be at a loss. Obviously hesitating, she extended a timid arm toward Lucy, which was immediately trapped and then transitioned into-

"Seriously, another headlock?!" Luke couldn't help but blurt out.

"It will all make sense shortly" Oliva reassured him.

Sure enough, that time Claire didn't even wait a second before tapping out. Now with full control, Lucy rapidly released the hold and, in a dominant display, forcefully rotated Claire's body, pushing her back against the surface of the table. As she slid off her miniskirt and panties, Lucy proclaimed: "You're mine." She then parted Claire's legs, exposing her wet womanhood. Slowly, tantalizingly, Lucy mounted Claire, positioning her pussy just a couple inches away from her opponent's. Staring down at Claire, Lucy spoke with authority: "Show some gratitude, slut." Though her cheeks were flushed and her breathing was heavy, Claire somehow found it within her to raise her voice in defiance: "Fuck you. You're stupid if you think - AH!" Claire let out a gasp and her head shot back as Lucy started pistoning her hips, fiercely grinding her pussy against Claire's. Finding herself once again on the receiving end of Lucy's ministrations, it was practically impossible for the blonde to conceal her arousal any longer: her squeals of pleasure, her perked up nipples, the shaking of her limbs, and the fluids squirting out of her womanhood all announced that the was on the brink of a powerful orgasm. Meanwhile, Lucy continued the intense scissoring, providing onlookers with a demonstration of her expert technique: she alternated between faster and slower strokes and meticulously swayed her hips in order to caress all of Claire's weak spots and provide just enough stimulation to keep her on the edge without ever going over.

Twenty seconds had passed before Lucy halted her motions all-together, evoking a frustrated moan from Claire. In an assertive manner, the waitress grabbed the chin of the woman beneath her and forced Claire's gaze to meet hers. "Show some gratitude", she repeated in a sharp tone. Claire hesitated for an instant before answering; evidence of the damage Lucy had inflicted to her mental fortitude. Nevertheless, her retort was a shaky, though determined "No." Only a few seconds separated Claire from the end of the penalty time and the promise of a chance to recuperate and maybe even achieve a miraculous comeback. But Lucy had no intent of letting her get that far. The waitress' hands, which up to that point had been keeping firm grasp of Claire's thighs, traced a path down her crotch and aimed at her vulnerable pussy. Claire's entire body tensed up as she realized Lucy's target. All at once, Lucy resumed her tribbing whilst pinching and flicking Claire's clit, making her howl in ecstasy: "SHIT! *AH* FUCK! STOP! NOT *AH* THERE! S-STOP! NOOOOOOuuuhhhh"

Claire screamed out as her climax hit: her arms were convulsing at her sides and her legs were fully extended outward as the most powerful orgasm she had experienced in a long time washed over her. A familiar fanfare playing on the waitress' watch announced her victory. However, Lucy showed no signs of stopping. Even as Claire's body was shaken up by electric jolts of pleasure, Lucy only increased the pace of their scissoring and the vigor of her assault on Claire's erogenous zones. It appeared as though the waitress was fully intent on riding out Claire's orgasm and force her to cum in quick succession: she bent down and continued to grind against Claire while taking her tits into her mouth and suckling on her nipples. All the while, Claire cried out as she felt her mind and body betraying her: