Penny looked up at the clock, and bit her lip. Only a few minutes to go. Oh god…
She tried to keep herself calm. She tried not to think about how, in a few minutes, she’d be thrown headfirst into the ring with a chiselled Russian goddess twenty years her senior, who would pummel her into the ground for the amusement of the jeering crowds. She tried not to think about the fact that her outfit, a film of hot pink latex that formed a schoolgirl uniform so unabashedly sexualised that it was near unrecognisable, would offer absolutely no protection for her soft, curvy body. And she certainly tried not to think about the fact that her bratty, bitchy wrestling persona would only encourage Natalia to fight harder, and the crowd to boo louder.
She tried not to think about any of these things, because her erection was clearly visible underneath her tight clothing.
Looking down at it, Penny began to feel a sense of panic. It wasn’t going away. When she went out there, people would see it! It’d be the most embarrassing thing ever! They’d all jeer and boo and call her a pervert…