Their laughter echoed softly across the company's hallways as Maiara and Selma exchanged stories from their legendary days as sexfighters. Years had passed since then, and the memories seemed both distant and eternal, hauntingly real within the cold confines of the conference room. Maiara spoke first, sharing tales of conquest and dominance over those too weak to resist her sex. Her voice was rich with pride, yet also laced with hints of melancholy.
"Back then," she continued, "no girl could outfuck us."
"Oh, you know," Selma replied, "we were young and athletic back then. But we were truly unmatched."
"Our bodies may have aged, but there's no doubt that we've still got it!"
"Is that so? So you think you could take on the new generation of sexfighters?"
"With ease. These young brats can't compete with my clit-to-clit experience."
"Interesting. Let's make this a bet. From what I know, my secretary Kaitlynn is an amateur sexfighter with a promising future. If you beat her, you've proven your strength and I'll pay for your dinner."
"This is a bet to my taste. Let's shake on it! Your little blonde should show me what she has to offer."
A chill ran down Kaitlynn's spine when she heard the word 'sexfight'. But she knew it would serve as excellent training and possibly lead to career advancement opportunities.
As the afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow upon the boardroom table, Maiara and Kaitlynn prepared themselves for the imminent clash. Both women, pussies ready, stood side by side, surveying each other silently before beginning their battle. Taking note of her rival's every movement, Maiara recognized that despite being new to this domain, Kaitlynn possessed a talent that could become a formidable weapon in the upcoming contest.