Two nerdy banker types sat in a corner, in gray suits. Voyeurs, I decided.Īgnes, wearing only panties, was doing yoga postures on the enormous blue mat. She was commiserating with Maria, a Latina lesbian. 'All day long, no phone calls,' she lamented. 'I'm sure he's a perv, or he wouldn't be here.' 'What's your business?' I asked, gregariously. 'We're all dominatrixes,' Maria informed me. 'Our clients like to wrestle, so we stay in shape by practicing with each other.' 'Absolutely!' I agreed, a trifle too loudly.Įmbarrassed, I retreated to a corner. Removing my clothes, I stacked them in a meticulous pile. Maria battled her in the first brutal contest.
The two 'doms' cursed each other the holds they clamped on looked unfamiliar, and dangerous. 'Who's the referee? Who's keeping score?' 'Chuck,' I whispered to the wrinkled Hercules. 'Somebody gives up, before they're injured.' 'We don't fight for points or pins,' he replied, cheerfully. Maria was gurgling hideously now her windpipe was throttled in Agnes' hammerchoke-hold. STORIES OBESE GAY MEN WRESTLING SPEEDOS AND NUDE SKIN.