W & Little D 03

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CHAPTER THREE

Finn’s Fetish Factory Funhouse

Finn stood in the spotlight looking at the crowd for a moment as a bevy of black clad stage hands rushed out and completely cleared the stage area. There was then some creaking and groaning as a large hexagonal ring slowly wheeled itself into the middle of the area.

The ring had thick padded sides which extended up about a foot over its floor creating a swimming pool like area that was filled about half way with a clear liquid that had the sheen of oil. Obviously the ring was intended for oil wrestling, but there were no contestants yet visible.

Finn waited for the huge mechanism to stop directly beneath the still rotating naked carousel before announcing loudly and dramatically, “Masters and Mistresses, Doms and submissives, for your pleasure we present the wrestling ring of pleasure and pain, triumph and humiliation.”

He paused for just a moment and then said loudly, “Let me present our delightful dozen.”

Twelve young women ran out to join him. There were evidently six teams of two based on the fact that there were six colors of bikinis and the girls stood in pairs in a long line.

Finn laughed and said, “Since your bets will be placed by the names of the fighters, I think I need to make some quick introductions.”

He paused and looked out at the crowd as if listening before saying, “What’s that? You are worried that you won’t remember the right name and might make a wrong bet? Assuredly, some of you will make the wrong bets, but it will not be because you do not remember one of these delightful beauty’s names.”

He then walked down to the line saying, “This is blue blonde and blue brunette. Next is red ginger and red blonde. Green black and green brown will be partners. Followed by yellow blonde and yellow ginger. Next we have black black and black white. And finally orange brown and orange blonde.”

He turned to the crowd and said, “Do you think you can remember those names?” He paused and said with a big smile, “I thought so. And besides, they are printed on the betting slips the servers will distribute.”

Our naked server quickly appeared, curtsied before us and asked, “Do the Master and Mistress wish to place a bet?”

I shook my head slightly. Tat said, “No, thank you. We will just watch.”

The naked server bowed slightly and scampered off to another table.

“Quick learner,” I said to Tat.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“She saw you bristle at being called my lady,” I replied, “and this time called you Mistress.”

“I’ve been called a lot of things,” Tat said taking a sip of her Manhattan. “I’ve learned to ignore most of them.”

Finn saved me from having to make more small talk by calling out loudly, “Fighters in the ring!”

All twelve girls jumped up on the side of the ring and somersaulted over the ropes into the oil.