Submission Specialist(Still a Bad Boy #2)(32)

Basking in the afterglow, I felt like I was floating, certainly more than simply being on a plane could account for, and licked my lips. It could be disastrous to drift off like this.

“Kimura,” I whispered.

The sleep mask was whipped off and I looked up to see Austin there. I gave him a tired smile and a little squeeze of his still-hard cock, which was still buried to the hilt inside of me.

He smiled back wordlessly and untied my hands, which had fallen asleep during our festivities. After dealing with an intense bout of pins and needles, we rearranged ourselves into a more respectable state and fell asleep.

We never did find my panties though.





Chapter 16

Skylar

While Austin was pulling our luggage off the conveyor belt in the baggage claim area, I found myself standing next to the old lady from first class. She looked like a Vegas veteran if ever I saw one.

“Great flight, wasn’t it? I’ve never been in first class before.”

“Oh yes. The only problem I find is that the air hostesses are a little too attentive. Sometimes it seems like you can’t go five minutes without somebody asking you if you want another drink or something.”

“Hmmm, I suppose,” I said.

“Sometimes I pretend to be deaf or asleep so they’ll leave me alone. You’d be surprised what people say or do when they think I’m oblivious.”

My eyes went wide and I felt myself going pale despite the Nevada heat seeping into the airport. The old lady dragged her suitcase on to her baggage cart, then stood up as tall as she could to look me over.

“Honey, if I had a flight as rough as you, I probably would have broken a hip.”

“I… I’m so-“

She pulled a pair of sunglasses out of her handbag that were so big they bordered on novelty-size. Pausing for a moment, she struck a pose as if she was in a movie trailer.

“What happens in Vegas,” she said and left without waiting for my stammered apology.

When I told Austin what the old lady had said, he laughed so hard that he almost cried. Even on the ride to the hotel, he failed to contain himself a couple times as he thought about it.

After we caught a few hours’ sleep, I was mostly left to my own devices for the next couple of days. Austin spent the majority of his time with his coach, Ross, in the final preparations for his fight with Ernesto Sanchez.

Las Vegas was blazing hot, and my heart sank whenever I came to the edge of an air-conditioned area. It was so intense that I didn’t even go to the other side of Las Vegas Boulevard while the sun was still up, it was just too far!

Thankfully there was plenty to explore on the east side of the strip too. On the day of the fight, I bought myself a little black dress to wear for the evening with a credit card Austin gave me.

It was the perfect mix of classy and sexy, and I was this close to squealing when I did a little turn for myself in front of the mirror in the fitting room. I couldn’t wait to show it off for Austin.

NHBFC seated me with half of the wives and girlfriends of fighters in the event. Having learned their lesson previously, the wives and girlfriends of the opponents were seated on the opposite side of the decagon.

It was so crazy to be out there in the crowd with all the lights and noise, instead of underneath it all, working myself ragged trying not to lose my job. The energy was incredible, and the announcer and ring girls were feeding that energy even more as we all waited for the bouts to begin.

Since Austin was in the main event, I was somehow instantly promoted to the highest level of this clique of women. One of them I recognized from my wedding, and they all wanted to see my ring and ask if Austin had truly turned over a new leaf.

Although they were all really friendly, I got along most easily with a nice girl named Emily, whose boyfriend was making his debut in the middleweight class tonight. We bounced up and down together when he won a war of attrition, and her fingernails dug into my arm almost as hard as mine dug into hers when Austin and Ernesto were staring each other down.

From the moment the first bell of the first round rang, Austin was all over Ernesto, putting the current number one contender into one precarious position after another. The more experienced fighter never seemed to be able to get his game plan started.

If I didn’t know better I would have said that, if anything, it looked like Austin was holding back. There were plenty of times where it looked like Ernesto was on the verge of tapping out, only for Austin to lose hold of the submission attempt and make his opponent struggle for a few more seconds of survival before he was trapped again.

A minute into the third round, Sanchez looked like he had nothing left in his tank. He could barely keep his arms up, let alone stage a competent counter-attack.