Fight for Anonymity

 


Domino Doll emerges in silhouette from the shadows in the back of the huge building... several rows of cars parked inside... apparently to avoid arousing suspicion by leaving them outside in the parking lot of what until recently had been a carpet outlet... owned by none other than Max Scarelli... now a venue for the kingpin's underground fight ring... or so her sources indicated...

Two guards on the read entrance... looking just like security men... but with orders to allow anyone inside who approaches with the correct password... you weren't able to find it out... but on the other hand, you might be able to offer a password of your own that'll get you in... by hook or by crook...

Domino Doll notes some surprising guests parking cars and making their way inside the back room... some of them even wearing masks... as if attending a masquerade party... how fortunate for her... as she sees no way to sneak past the guards... reading lips as the next patron speaks the password... deciding to give it a try... letting her cloak fall open to reveal her flowing diaphanous dress as she approaches...

The guards smiling as you walk towards them... and listening carefully as you give the password... "Night time is the right time..." Opening the door for you to join the other guests... keeping an eye out for Scarelli... who might be here in person... though if he sees you, he'll certainly raise the alarm...

Domino Doll hangs back... pulling her cloak about her once more... looking for a seat somewhere in the back... and looking for any sign of Scarelli... the whole point of this incursion to get pictures of manipulative gangster involved in an illegal operation... the proof she needs to bring him down...

The operation certainly illegal... a big cage match... with a pair of fighters bare knuckle boxing... in defiance of any regulations... an ultimate fight with no rules... and the crowd baying for blood... making all manner of bets on the side... as one of the fighters crashes to the mat... to be unceremoniously hauled away... beaten almost beyond recognition...

Domino Doll can not help but wince at the barbaric brutality of the action... getting several shots on her spy camera... but no sign of Scarelli... and so she slips out of her seat... heels clicking on the concrete floor as they take her to the wet bar set up on one side... the drinks ridiculously expensive... "Thirty dollars?" leaning forward as she slips the bartender a hundred... cleavage on display... "Is Max here?"

The bartender nods... "Sure... he's right there behind you..." As a gun pokes into your back... the voice of Max hissing... "Well, well... my favorite masked meddler here to interfere in my affairs... a good thing I choose to wear a mask to these things as well..." Max wearing a wolf mask... which he removes... as some of the crowd notice the confrontation... "Let's take a walk to my office..."

Domino Doll gulps as she feels the barrel of the gun through the filmy fabric of her dress... but retains her composure... speaking to the bartender as she takes her drink... "Thanks... keep the change..." looking back at Scarelli as she complies... "Of course... I'd like that..." clicking photos at every opportunity...

Scarelli snarls and grabs the camera... the crowds cheering... a couple recognizing you... "Hey, put her in the cage... make her fight!" The rest of the crowd latching onto this chanting... Scarelli frowning... "Looks like the mob has spoken..." Pointing you towards the cage as the crowd cheers...

Domino Doll at first refuses to let go of the tiny camera... jaw twitching as she feels the gun barrel push harder and she lets it go... eyes furtive as she is redirected toward the cage... gasping as Scarelli's hand reaches inside the slit of her dress... groping unnecessarily before lifting her gun from its garter holster...

The crowd cheering... spending more on drinks as you're locked in the cage with the huge man who just mopped the floor with his opponent... grinning at you... one man grumbling loudly... "There should be a bet on this..." Scarelli laughs... "Why not... if Domino Doll wins, she can walk out of here... she can't prove anything... but if not... she unmasks..."

Domino Doll removes her cloak and hangs if on the inside of the cage door... the bright lights focused on the cage revealing the curves of her body inside the flowing with film of a dress... trying to look more calm than she feels... eyeing the big fellow... having already seen what he can do... not wanting to beaten to a pulp herself... "I expect you to keep your word, Max!"

Max chuckling... "Just remember to tap out when you're ready to give up... and Bruno... leave the face... we need to recognize her when she unmasks... plus I want to enjoy her myself afterwards..." Bruno nodding... and moving in... slapping one meaty fist into the opposite palm...

Domino Doll steps away... shimmering white satin flowing over jiggling shapes of breasts and hips... shapely dark-stocking legs visible as the slit on the side of the dress parts... clenching her white gloved hands into fists... backing...

The man circles her menacingly... and the crowd murmurs in anticipation... the man suddenly pouncing... stepping forward... and aiming a brutal one-two punch at your belly... trying to slam you against the cage wall...

Domino Doll sucks in her tummy as she twists aside... the punching hand catching the flap of her dress as the stocking leg snaps up under the extended arm... trying to deliver a blow to the elbow...

The kick striking home... the fighter twisting away enough to make it a glancing blow... rather than a crippling one... but still rubbing his arm... "You're going to pay for that, girlie..." Hurling himself bodily at you... aiming to shoulder-slam you into the wall of the cage...

Domino Doll ducks and turns... bracing herself... grabbing the arm attached to that leading shoulder... yanking and tossing the big man in the direction he is headed... as she thrusts her hip into his groin... aiming to hip toss him into the same cage wall into which he meant to drive her relatively fragile form...

The cage wall crashing... like thunder... as the big man slams into it... knocking the wind out of him... as he crawls away... scrambling to his feet and taking a defensive stance... not underestimating you any more... and neither is the crowd... who've fallen strangely silent... Max looking very unhappy...

Domino Doll gives Scarelli a sideways glance... smirking a bit at his expression... her bosom heaving as she catches her breath... the white dress becoming more and more see-thru with every bead of sweat it absorbs... quickly refocusing on Bruno... trying to figure out how to put him down...

The big man smarting... but not out for the count... flexing his wounded arm a little... circling around you... then attacking... feigning a high blow at your throat... then suddenly ducking low... grabbing your dress and yanking... aiming to take you off your feet...

Domino Doll throws up a gloved hand to block the feint... spinning away as he goes low instead... hearing a rip as she pulls away... squealing as she feels the damp fabric flow away from her ductile curves... leaving swaying breasts with pert rose-petal tips swaying in the harsh light... a collective gasp from the leering crowd... before the catcalls...

The crowd giving you a standing ovation... Bruno left holding the white fabric... lunging... trying to catch you in it... as Max grins... this show more than worth the price of admission...

Domino Doll instinctively covers her bared breast flesh with white gloved hands... leaving her open to be caught in the swirl of her own dress as Bruno twists it about her neck... choking... eyes bulging... stumbling backwards... hands leaving her breasts on display as they fly up to her throat...

Bruno grinning... and tightening the dress around your throat... trying to choke you out... even as he attempts to slam you bodily against the wall of the cage... and pin you against the wire... the front row seats rushing forward in anticipation of grabbing at your nipples through the mesh...

Domino Doll does not disappoint... her breasts suddenly pressed tightly to the coarse metal fishnet... sweat spraying from taut tips as she struggles... a panicked look on her masked face as a now smiling Scarelli catches her eyes... as she lifts a stocking leg and stomps a sharp heel down on Bruno's foot...

Bruno yelling... losing his grip on the dress and stumbling back with a broken toe... almost hopping... rage and pain filling his face as he aims a brutal punch at the small of your back...

Domino Doll grimaces as she is nearly bent in half the wrong direction by the brutal kidney punch... the cage rattling as the force of the blow drives her against it... fingers clutching desperately at the mesh... pulling herself up before Bruno punches again...

Bruno swinging again... only for his fist to slam into the wall as you pull yourself out of the way... the crowd gasping as Bruno staggers back... hopping on one foot and clutching his hand...

Domino Doll climbs up the wire mesh of the cage... then springs frantically at the staggering Bruno... the pretty masked blond going horizontal... aimed to hit the big man high with a cross-body tackle... possibly giving him a bust in the face in the process...

Bruno looking up... and then getting a face full of chest... sending him crashing to the ground... smothered in your generous globes... head cracking against the mat... the final straw after all the punishment he's taken... as the fighter goes limp... out for the count... the crowd in uproar...

Domino Doll shakes her head as she gets to her knees... then painfully struggles to her feet... staggering toward the cage door... the eyes behind her mask staring at Scarelli like steel blue gun barrels... her nipples doing the same... "You made a deal you bastard!"

Max frowning... but the crowd chanting for you... and cheering... Max smirking... "Open the cage door... she's got no proof of anything... she might as well go..." Taking a few snaps with your own camera as you walk out defiantly...

Domino Doll feels the heat rise to her cheeks as Scarelli clicks his naughty pics... taking her cloak from cage door... swirling it about her shiny nudity... all eyes following her as she limps away... those eyes returning only to the ring after she disappears into shadow... Bruno still lying in the middle of the cage under the bright lights with a card stuffed in his mouth... "Compliments of the Domino Doll..."

(Dec 2009)