"Eh, you're not coming to class again?" Mel asked. He was the only one with similar classes with Aurmin in this dorm room. Kane was doing business administration, jimmy was so lazy that he just wanted to do teaching.
"Yes, am not going to class my guy." Aurmin had just finished showering. He was wearing a orange shirt and a black jean trousers. On his feet he wore a pear of black and orange sneakers.
"Should I be worried about what you're up to?" Picked up his back pack and walked with Aurmin out.
"No, chill. What am doing should be worrisome if you're the one doing it," Aurmin said with a smirk.
"yeah because you're better than me. Go to hell, don't just get the police going after you, alright?" Mel said to Aurmin and started running to class.
Aurmin looked at his friend strangely, there was still time before Mel could reach class so why was he running? Being the school football captain made him lose his mind.
"Okay, so am not going to class today," Aurmin walked slowly towards the exist of the university. Before he could leave he heard someone calling out to him. He turned around with annoyed look. Did they know how tiresome turning around was?
"Yeah," he stared at the girl running towards him. She wore black shorts and a big green t shirt. Of course he knew this chick, she was girl he beat, her name was on his bucket list. There was no chance he would forget Chelsey.
When she reached she held her knees while she took in long breathes and exhaled.
"What?" Aurmin asked, he knew he wasn't good with conversation so he stopped bothering about trying to entertain others long ago.
"I want a rematch," she said breathlessly.
Aurmin looked at her fine body like a creep he was before saying;
"You don't, last time I was holding back, your chances of winning are non existent now. Plus you're already my servant, if you don't have a chicken's memory you would remember that," Aurmin said and started to walk away.
"Hey! Come back, come back!!!" Aurmin already left. She angrily stomped the ground as she watched him disappear. This guy, am not his slave. I'll just do what he ... Realization hit her. She was indeed his slave, she made the bet, Aurmin simply agreed.
...
Bia was in her room hitting the punching bag. She imagined the punching bag was blitz when hitting it. Him beating her wasn't what frustrated her the most. What frustrated her was that she wasn't able to seduce him. Blitz was the fourth guy in her life that she had a crush on. Unlike her sisters who could sleep with any man they wanted and her brothers who slept with any women, she had never succeeded at seducing anyone. The first three of her crushes were young masters, they were not interested in a brute, 6'1 woman. For god's sake she was going to die a virgin. Being twenty four years added to her frustration.
She relentlessly punched the punching bag. When she looked at her body in the mirror, it was fine, Most women could only dream of her body. Was it because of the tattoos? Half of them were not real, she could clean them off with water. What flaw did she have?
She had no fight today, she heard that blitz was the main man. He was going to be given to fight four fighters from the top 20. She felt sorry that he was going to lose but when she remembered his kick, she stopped worrying.
...
In the Dinda ring stood the announcer, he was ready to get things started. The people chanted for the matches to start but he couldn't just ignore time.
In one of the transparent rooms, a beautiful woman wearing a mask was served tea. She held a tablet that showed today's matches and she had to say, she was intrigued. Being the mistress of the Olino family wasn't easy. She delt with her brothers troubles and her fathers left mistakes. Of course the fan part was the money she inherited from her father granted her more pleasures so she didn't plan on dropping this. She read Aurmin's name with a smile on her face.
Young master Fredrick was seated with two women in there lacy underwear servicing him. James the manager was in this room too but he was on the corner, not wanting to disturb the man who could improve his life.
"James, what time will the match start?" Young master Fredrick questioned. He was happy today, he didn't want the match being late to disturb him.
"10 minutes from now, the fighters are getting ready." Manager James said with a bow.
"Okay," young master Fredrick wasn't the most important young master here but he was the richest young master Without his family.
In another room a cheeky brat sat on top of a gigolo. The guy was very handsome, he held the young mistresses chest and fiddled them slowly.
"Young mistress Abi, can I go beyond this?" The gigolo asked. His little brother down there had already stiffened but this chick was only making him suffer but touching her boobs. Her pink hair was in twin tails, she wore a pink cropped top that revealed the base of her breasts, pink mini skirt, long whit socks that reached her thighs and black boots. The guys this was pressing on her didn't she notice?
"Shut up, and do what I instructed. Do more if you hate your life." She spoke and shock her hips on him.
"Master, why do you always watch all the matches. Some of them are useless." A butler politely asked his old master. His master smiled and answered;
"Because, I don't have a better way to waste my time." The old man said. They were in a transparent room that was next to young master Fredrick's.
In another transparent room an elegant young master was seated. This room was completely silent nobody talked. The young master in here was from the tembo family. Rumor had it that they were once the richest in the country but we're dropped from there peak by the owner of this facility.
Another room a young mistress was being railed. As long as you were rich, you could do anything in these rooms. The young mistress being railed was from the chitwi family. Along as there was no one she could fear in this place she did whatever she wanted.
"See that uncle, there disgusting!" Even from afar anyone could see what was happening in these rooms. Jean the young mistress of the phiri family pointed at what the chitwi young mistress was doing.
"Calm down, we can't do anything about it, ignore it." The butler she called uncle responded.
In the last room a man in his thirties was seated alone. He liked to watch his fights alone with no one to disturb him. He looked at the I sore chitwi young mistress and noted on his tablet. These young mistresses were getting way too hard of themselves. He was from the original lungu family. One of the top ten big family in the country. Being there only hair, he had all the privileges there family would offer. And he wasn't afraid to use them. He was going to get rid of some families before the day could end. How dare she have sex in my presence, he thought. This guy Wezi was the only one in there family with this horrible temper. He didn't want any destruction and if they're any, he would get them out for good.
...
It was time, the announcer left the ring and announced the fighters enthusiastically.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the time you've been waiting for is here. Welcome number twenty on the list. With only nine loses and 34 wins, Jagwada!"
From the entrance buff dark skinned man emerged. He roared like a wild beast, with that the ear deafening screams came.
"Jagwada!"
"Jagwada!"
The announcer increased his pitch so that he could announce the last fighter.
"With zero lose and nine wins, welcome the end it quick! Blitz!!!" The announcer announcer announced him and he came out.
He was his black trousers without shirt, he was now wearing black sneakers to match his trousers. He had the gloomy look on his face that made him look cool. The people who were not present for his previous fight boo'd. Those who were present chanted his name loudly.
"Blitz!"
"blitz!"
"Wow, you're so short. Aren't you scared of dying?" Jagwada laughed when he looked at Aurmin. He was short and small, he could crush this bug.
"Am big were it counts," blitz said that and began stretching waiting for the announcer to start the match. He wasn't in what you call a good mood when he was called short.
"Wow, I'll check it out before I rip you to pieces little man," Jagwada said.
"begin!!" The announcer shouted, and match had started. Jagwada looked ready to rip Aurmin into little pieces.