It was a fight like any other for Nurhan, the current champion of her class, but for her opponent, it was the chance of a lifetime: To meet her idol, in person, and up close and personal. Naturally, things became heated between the two athletic women, when they encountered each other in the dressing rooms again, until they find themselves on the floor, on top of one another, and soaking wet.
About the Author
Kathleen bent forward and folded her arms on the desk. “My good Frau Spur,” she said slowly. “I'm an author, and not a bad one. My works are esteemed and widely read, and I'm paid handsomely, for in my area of expertise, there aren't many who can do what I can. Still, you may never have heard of me before, since all I'm writing is published anonymously, or under a false name. And so you know what this is about, I'll give it to you straight: It's all pure pornography. Pure, dirty, nasty smut. Now you tell me if you have a problem with that.” Frau Schütz leaned back in her armchair and began playing with a riding crop absently, which had been laying on her desktop, while she was eyeing Eliza curiously. The translator needed a moment to take in the full meaning of her words. “Is… is this illegal?” she asked finally. Kathleen raised an eyebrow. “Illegal, certainly not,” she replied. “Immoral, absolutely.” - Archer's Lane