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2. Get in the ring

Estrella's world seemed to stand still for a moment as she looked into the strawberry blonde man's eyes,
"I- this is- thankyou!" She stammered. Out of all of the dancers in the room, he wanted her. The guy moved back down the line and shook two more hands, one belonging to a shortish blonde girl with hazel eyes and the other of a shy brunette who blushed as the man leaned forward and whispered something sensual sounding in her ear. A mutter ran through the group of dancers, disappointed sighs rang out here and there among the muttering. The boss stood from his chair, shaking the hands of the band members, the strawberry blonde lead the way out the door and Estrella could have sworn the tall blonde man had tried to catch her eye as he followed his band mates out the doorway. Finally, the door clicked shut and the murmers were silenced as their boss stood to face them.
"Thankyou girls, you may all go back out now- except for the three who were selected please- I need to speak to you." The boss said cooly. The rest of the dancers filed out, dragging their feet, leaving only the three of them. The boss plonked back down in his seat, gazing back at them.
"The tour starts at the end of January, here are your passes-" he passed the small pieces of thin plastic to each of them, "and here's the schedule." He then gave them what resembled a pamphlet. "it's been a pleasure working with you all, I suggest you get to know each other. You'll be living with one another, after all." The boss said reservedly. The girls glanced at each other. "You may go now. The manager's number is on the pamphlet if you have any enquiries."
"Thankyou sir." Murmered Estrella, turning towards the door. The other girls muttered thankyou's too, and then stepped out after her,
"So- I'm Rosamund..." the shorter blonde woman introduced. Estrella stopped walking and turned,
"Estrella." She replied. The third girl hung awkwardly off to the side, as though wanting to be a part of it but not wanting to intrude.
"What's your name?"asked Estrella,
"I'm Celine." She stuck her hand out, and Estrella shook it.
"So- uhh- tell us a bit about yourself?" Rosamund suggested. Estrella cleared her throat and then she said,
"Well I'm Estrella- as I mentioned before- and obviously I'm a dancer... my family gets into fighting alot, boxing is a bit of a tradition." She listed,
"Erm- I'm Celine and I love Harley Davidson motorbikes..." Celine trailed off, gaining an impressed nod from Estrella.
"I'm Rosamund and I'm sex crazed- just gonna put that out there..." she laughed a little, "-and basically you need a dose of me in your life cause it'll make it majestic!" Rosamund chuckled. The other girls shared a smile at this.
"So- how awesome is this!" Estrella grinned, bouncing on the spot a little,
"I know right?" Exclaimed Rosamund,
"Yeah- it's- pretty amazing- I mean- what an opportunity!" Celine smiled.
Estrella allowed a small pause before speaking yet again,
"uhh- I'll see you both later I guess..."
"Oh- yeah! Great meeting you, can't wait for the tour!" Rosamund smiled back, Celine gave a nervous wave and a small smile. Estrella then proceeded towards the building's exit.
Outside, the air was chill and it reeked of the fumes of the city. Just over the street, a prostitute strutted up and down, trying to catch someone's eye and as Estrella watched, a shady looking guy with a hat pulled low over his eyes stepped out of an alleyway to her left and began to stroll her way. None of it alarmed Estrella; she saw this everyday, and she knew how to fight so she definitely wasn't worried about walking home alone. She turned left and began walking in the shady man's direction, making her way towards home.
As she passed the guy he muttered something unintelligible, which Estrella ignored completely. She didn't have time for the random rambling of strangers. What she didn't expect was his hand brushing her arse as he walked by. Estrella saw red. She spun on her heel, grabbed the man's shoulder, spinning him to face her, and as she did, threw a punch straight into his nose, sending him sprawling. He looked back up at her, giddy from her hit and in shock. Blood came from his nose in gushes.
"Li'l bitch!" The perverted freak slurred, covered in his own blood,
"What?" Estrella snapped, shocked herself that she'd knocked him on his arse "bitch, am I?" She was so angry. She swung a foot into the guy's ribs, hearing a sharp crack. He howled in pain and grabbed at his side, "what a pathetic excuse for a human being you are." Estrella commented, before turning and continuing on her way home.
She walked the dimly lit streets for fifteen minutes before she arrived. It was a large building, with brick walls and double doors in the front. By no means did Estrella live here, but it was as good a home as her real home. within resided a training grounds for fighters; rubber mats, boxing gloves and even a ring. Her family could often be found here, along with her closest friends.
Estrella went up to the double doors and pushed one open, stepping through. She made her way down the short hall beyond and past two doors. As she reached the third, she turned and opened it. Behind it was a large room with a boxing ring on a raised platform. A pair of fighters were facing off in the ring, poised, guard up. One was her brother, Caleb, wearing red boxing gloves and black shorts, black hair soaked with sweat, skin glistening; the other fighter was Eddie, who was shorter then Caleb but much taller then her, though Caleb was exceptionally tall. Eddie wore white shorts with his red boxing gloves. As she watched, Caleb threw a sharp right hook into Eddie's face. Eddie, however, had a fast comeback, retaliating with a fierce uppercut under Caleb's chin. Caleb staggered, giving Eddie the opportunity to lay a few more punches; one to his chest, followed by a punch straight into his face and then a well delivered hook to his right cheek, all in quick succession. Caleb fell onto the floor, and her father, who was refereeing the fight, waved Eddie away. Eddie walked backwards, falling against the roping around the ring, muscled chest rising and falling quickly as he caught his breath.
Estrella approached the ring, going over to Caleb's side to see if he was okay. She leaned her hand against the pole on the corner as she leaned in. Her father had a towel and was cleaning up Caleb's face.
"Hey, is he okay?" Estrella looked up at her dad.
"Aye, he'll be fine." The older man nodded, his focus still on his son's injuries. "I'm stopping their sparring session for today, though. Caleb's pretty beat up." He added,
"Okay." She agreed. "I gotta talk to you both anyway."
"Ah yeah? Okay, but I'll just deal with this first." He indicated Caleb's bloody face,
"Yeah- fair enough." Estrella replied. Her father turned towards Eddie, who was still waiting against the side of the ring. Her dad made a 'T' with his arms, signaling the end of the match. Eddie nodded in understanding and slipped through the ropes onto the floor. Estrella trotted over to him,
"Hey- Eddie!" She called out. Eddie turned,
"Oh, I didn't see you there, Estrella..." he replied, waiting up. She caught up to him and they began to stroll together towards the showers.
"How're you doing after that fight?" Estrella questioned,
"Ah, I'm okay- not as bad as Caleb." He replied, running the fingers of his left hand through his sweat drenched head of brown hair; he must have been exercising pretty hard. His toned muscles were shining with sweat and his longish brown hair was soaked in it. Estrella looked him up and down, a certain stirring beginning in her loins. He was a friend of the family, around her age- no relation of her's- and she'd known him for a few years. They had met when he'd turned up to train as a fighter, and for the past year or so the two of them had been meeting up in private for a romp. There were no real strings attached; they were fuck buddies.
Being a fighter and having all that strength, Eddie was good at it, too.
"Looking good as usual, Eddie." She mentioned,
"Not so bad yourself, Estrella..." he responded. They stopped in the middle of the hallway. The scent of him was intoxicating, the anticipation impossible to stand. She grabbed his hand and dragged him into the broom closet adjacent to them. He chuckled as the door clicked shut, closing them off to prying eyes. Her hands went to his shorts, tugging them down his hips. Eddie wore a sexy smirk as his long member sprang free. He reached for the button of her jeans, undoing it, then his hands reached for the bag on her back, which was shoved onto a shelf. Eddie stripped her shirt off her, she stepped out of her shoes and rolled up her socks (money inside), stuffing them into her pack. Eddie's skilled fingers unclasped her bra, and it slipped to the floor atop the rest of their clothes. His hands roamed her body, sending pleasant shivers up and down her spine and fuelling her hunger for a real pounding.
Finally, Eddie's hands found her waistband and her panties, too, fell onto the floor of the broom closet. Eddie picked her up easily and placed her arse right on the edge of one of the shelves. She waited. His head pressed against her entrance, then his fingers snaked down to check if she was wet enough.
"Oh baby- already wet- aren't you eager?!" His husky voice almost sent her over the edge. She spread her legs so that he could get in properly. Once again, the head was flush against her pleasure centre. He pushed in, sharply, suddenly, and she had to lean forward and muffle her moan in his bare shoulder. Eddie began to rock his hips, dragging himself in and out of her, and Estrella was attempting to contain her moans with every movement. Eddie was strong and good, and the friction was driving her crazy. Nothing could be heard but her muffled moans and whimpers and the 'slap' of their hips bucking together. Eddie built up speed, sending Estrella's head spinning. Now he was pounding her, and hard, and she was containing screams of sensual pleasure. Finally, she felt that pulsing of her walls that meant she was about to come.
"Ahh- Eddie!" She exclaimed,
"Shh- shhh!" He hushed as he continued to ram into her. Finally, she exploded in an orgasm almost outdoing any of the orgasms she'd had so far. She bit her lip until she tasted blood to silence herself as she rode out her orgasm.
Eddie paused, flipping her onto her front, so that she was now bent, her head and shoulders in the shelf cavity and her arse facing Eddie. Now the boxer slammed into her with fresh vigour, grunts occasionally escaping him. Estrella tried her best not to moan as he bucked himself into her, which was a difficult feat.
Eddie's fingers soon tightened around her hips in a death grip, and he pulled out just in time, shooting his load onto the shelf beside her. She rolled over, panting.
"Holy fuck you're good!" Estrella exclaimed, still nude before him. He smirked, panting slightly.
"You aint so bad yourself, Estrella!"

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