The Dominatrix Awards (Nicola #8/9)

By Lotte Larsen

The female kick boxing club I manage is facing stiff competition, the ring boys are giving me attitude and I'm heartbroken over hurting my boyfriend Tobais. Getting nominated for the Dominatrix Awards is the last straw. I'm not like those BDSM freaks. Not at all.
I need to regain Tobais' trust and find my moral compass. No more rough games. No more extremes.
So why am I taking Tobais to the awards ceremony at a BDSM convention? No reason.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lotte Larsen
• Release date: Nov 6, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310043178

Lotte Larsen

Lotte Larsen is a Swedish-Canadian who lives in Toronto, Ontario. She hopes you have as much fun reading her smutty little pulps as she has writing them.

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HotSwedishMen: Nicola #8/9

THE DOMINATRIX AWARDS

Lotte Larsen

Copyright © Lotte Larsen, 2015

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Table of Contents

One: Competition

Two: Tobais

Three: Playing Barber

Four: Ring Boys and Fan Girls

Five: The BDSM Convention

Six: The Scene

Seven: The Awards

One: Competition

The Kickass Pussy Club tour bus echoed with moans and grumbles as my eight huge hungover lady kick boxers settled into the U-shaped back seat. I stood in the aisle so I could see everyone. We'd been on tour for nearly a month without drawing our normal sell-out crowds despite the great July weather and the outdoor rings. Now we knew why. We'd poached the venues of a men's kick boxing club on our first tour and Stefan the club promoter was exacting his revenge. The glitzy promotional material for his rival club the KnockOuts glowed on nine tablets, filling the dark bus with flickering orange-red light that mimicked the rising sun outside.

Natalya, a big blonde Swede, slouched in the left corner of the bench and slurped her coffee. Might as well meet at four in the morning if we're not getting laid anymore.

Speak for yourself, Giselle the German said, combing her fingers through her long purple hair. She usually spiked it into a mohawk but not on the bus; someone could lose an eye that way. She'd beaten Natalya yesterday afternoon and had taken the ring boy, a tasty Irish redhead, back to her hotel room to celebrate. I feel so relaxed.

You could have shared him, Natalya whined.

Rory doesn't like losers. And it's not my fault you couldn't find a fan who wanted to console you.

If we could stay on topic, ladies? I said. Our rivals are Danish and Russian kick boxers with impressive credentials—

And tits, Rakel, another big blonde Swede and our only lesbian fighter, added from the right corner of the bench. Maybe they should be called the Knockers. Mm, mm.

Hannah, our club leader and the biggest blondest Swede, snorted. They're whores in boxing gloves. Those tiny costumes are a joke.

Katya, a huge blonde Dane, and Natalya exchanged glances behind Hannah's back and Natalya pulled self-consciously on the bottom of her cropped KPC tank top. It covered her breasts snugly and she was in no danger of falling out of it but it was far shorter than my original waist length design. Katya hiked her KPC pants up and tightened the tie in the waistband so they rested above her hip bones rather than below. Hannah seemed oblivious to the other subtle wardrobe adjustments around her but I wasn't.

A few of them almost made it to the Olympics so they do know how to fight, Hannah, and they're backed by a ton of money and animosity. Stefan won't stop until he derails our club the way we did his. So what are we going to do about this?

We should beat them up, Katya said.

I nodded. Sure. I can send Stefan an email to see if he's willing to set up matches between our clubs—

No. Hannah crossed her arms. "We're not fighting