SCS Championship 02 - Sex Stories

SCS Championship 02

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There was a high-pitched beeping and Blake looked at watch around her wrist. "Ow, I have to go. Are you ready for this afternoon?" she asked and stood up, leaving Ryan sitting with his hard cock out.

"What's this afternoon?"

"Oh, my mistake, I thought Scarlett had already informed you yesterday. You're to enter the arena again today. There are some women who failed the first round, but clearly due to the inadequacy of their partners. Since you were to become an official participant, your name was already added to the male performer pool. You were drawn as a partner for one the women getting another chance."

"Who's that?" Ryan asked, anxious to know. Meanwhile, he inelegantly tried to squirm back into his trousers, not an easy task with a hard-on. He fumbled even more when he heard the name.

"Emilia Clarke."

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The British beauty was a sight to behold. She wore her hair black and straight, framing her attractive face and highlighting her gorgeous eyes, pouting lips, and cute nose. She wasn't wearing the lingerie of the day before. The actress looked Ryan up and down, obviously not impressed. She said, "I heard you got Ana through. If only that idiot Pattinson hadn't jizzed before we started..." Emilia sighed.

When that name was mentioned, Ryan remembered where he had recognised her partner from yesterday. Ryan wasn't a Twilight fan, but knew Robert Pattinson had been a sensation in his day for that role. Ryan hadn't cared for that ...

... franchise about vampires, but he had actually been quite surprised at Pattinson's portrayal of Bruce Wayne in The Batman.

"That won't happen with me," Ryan said.

"Sure," Emilia scoffed at him, then shrugged. "Meh, what the hell, you did well with Ana so I guess you'll suffice."

Ryan was a little hurt at the comment that he would suffice. It brought up a competitiveness in him that he thought he'd lost a long time ago. Together with the fact that Blake had left him with a throbbing erection, Ryan felt an eagerness boiling up. He would show Emilia that he could do much more than merely 'suffice'.

"I'll show you," Ryan hissed more than he meant to.

Emilia raised her expressive eyebrows at his outbreak. "Oh my, darling. Did I hit a nerve? Don't take it personal - Ryan, was it? - but," and Emilia came up close, staring into his eyes, "but also don't screw it up."

"I said, I'll show you," Ryan stood firm.

The corner of Emilia's mouth curled upward. "Now, this, this determination I like." She playfully slapped his cheek, and said, "I suddenly gained more confidence in you."

A guard came up and addressed them. "Miss Clarke, Mister Hosling, please enter the arena."

Inside the arena, the benches were fairly empty. Not many people showed up for second chances, Ryan concluded. Their loss, he thought, of a mind to show everyone, including Emilia, that he was so much more than their haughty ego's would admit. He would prove that, as a simple commoner the elite from ...