Fight Night at the Futanari Club

By Susan Alexander

Futanaris - beautiful, feminine creatures with breasts, a vagina... and a penis! When our hero accepts a job wrestling Futanaris for a hefty paycheck, he may have bitten off more than he can chew; his ass will literally be on the line in these no-holds-barred sexfights. If he wins, his defeated opponent is his plaything, but if he loses.......

• Language: English
• Publisher: Susan Alexander
• Release date: Feb 15, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370814619

Susan Alexander

Susan Alexander is a lifelong writer who has worked as a lawyer and law professor. She now focuses primarily on writing. Susan grew up in Chicago, where she attended public schools before going on to earn degrees in political science at Washington University in St Louis (AB with highest honors) and Northwestern University (MA). She then chose to work towards social justice through law at Harvard University and earned a law degree at Harvard Law School. Susan began her legal career as a law clerk to a U.S. district judge in Chicago (Julius J. Hoffman, who famously presided over the "Chicago 7" trial, but who also offered his law clerks valuable experience deciding important legal issues). Susan then garnered a Reginald Heber Smith Fellowship, working as a public interest lawyer for two years: First, at the Chicago Legal Aid Bureau's Appellate and Test Case Division; second, at the National Legal Program on Health Problems of the Poor, located at UCLA Law School. Susan continued her work as a public interest lawyer at the Legal Aid Society of San Diego and the National Institute for Consumer Justice, based at the University of Michigan Law School. While at Michigan, Susan began her teaching career, focusing on teaching law students legal analysis and writing. She later taught poverty law at the University of San Diego School of Law. She moved on to teaching legal analysis and writing for two years at IIt/Chicago-Kent College of Law and a total of four years at Northwestern University School of Law. Susan has served as an arbitrator since 1990 and has worked as an associate and a knowledgeable source on writing at three Chicago law firms. She has also created You Can Write Better, a consulting business that helps practicing lawyers sharpen their writing skills. She is a lifelong writer whose writing has appeared in a wide range of publications, including major newspapers like the San Francisco Chronicle, the Chicago Tribune, and the Chicago Sun-Times, as well as a number of professional journals like the Hastings Law Journal, the Buffalo Law Review, and the Cooley Law Review. Susan's novels, "A Quicker Blood" (2009) and "Jealous Mistress" (2011), have garnered high praise in customer reviews appearing online. Her short story, "Neglect," was a prizewinner in Chicago Lawyer magazine's first annual fiction contest. The protagonist in "Jealous Mistress" is loosely based on Susan, and the novel, a mystery, depicts her life as the mother of two young daughters in a North Shore suburb of Chicago who temporarily leaves her demanding legal career so she can spend more time with her young children. The mystery plot is, of course, total fiction. Susan launched a blog, Susan Just Writes, in 2012 and has added a new post about once a month since 2012. The posts include commentary on the passing scene, travel, politics, movies, books, and an array of other topics. Some recent posts: "A day without a drug commercial"; "Pockets!"; "The last straw(s)"; "High heels are killers"; "Of mice and chocolate"; "They're my blue jeans, and I'll wear them if I want to"; "Down and hot in Paris and London,";"Watching the movie 'Z': A tale of two Hoffmans"; "Let's lobby Congress to pass the Paycheck Fairness Act" Susan's new novel, "Red Diana," is a psychological thriller that explores themes like the desire for revenge, the burden of guilt, the tyranny of unethical lawyers and corrupt judges, the parent-child relationship, the shattering pain of loss, and the many routes survivors take to deal with their loss.

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This book is a work of fiction. No jobbers were harmed in the writing of this book.

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Acknowledgements & Author’s Note

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Amy Takes Her Bumps

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At 9 PM on a Friday night I found myself totally nude except for a beat-up blue luchador mask, standing on scuffed wrestling mats, closed in by four thick plexiglass walls with cameras running outside. Across the arena stood tonight's opponent, a totally naked futanari, already coated with a light layer of sweat under the hot lights. My eyes were locked on her crotch - beneath her fine blonde pubic hair dangled a hardening five-inch cock. Below that was a glistening vagina. I was about to have my first fight at the futanari club.

Maybe I should start at the beginning. It all started while I was working my way through college unloading trucks. I became fast friends with a fellow worker named Dave, and when he emailed me a link to a Clips4Cash store one night, I clicked on it without thinking.

What came up was a page topped by a slightly cheesy banner yelling FIGHT NIGHT AT THE FUTANARI CLUB in bright yellow letters. I scrolled down and lo and behold, the first video listed had Dave in it - he was billed as as Captain Cockulus, wearing a blue Lucha mask, but he had nothing else on and I recognized his double-headed eagle tattoo on his right shoulder. At $25 for a 20 minute match the video wasn't cheap, but I couldn't resist after looking closer at the thumbnail - Dave on all fours, a pretty brunette apparently fucking him in the ass and giving him a reacharound.

The match was surprisingly good - Dave was able to take a lot of punishment and knew how to at least hold his own, and I thought he might have a good chance until the brunette almost broke his knee with a series of vicious kicks, then got a finger up his ass and jerked him off until he begged for mercy; from there she had dominated him for the rest of the video, finishing with the buttfucking from the thumbnail. As much as I enjoyed the fight, I didn't know why Dave had showed me this until I asked him about it after work. He looked around furtively, then leaned in and whispered:

Listen, I need you to become Captain Cockulus.

What?

My girlfriend found out. Said she'd cut my balls off if I wrestled in another match.

Can't you just quit?

No, dude! I have to find a replacement! Captain Cockulus can't just retire! he said as if this was common sense. And I lost my last match pretty bad. The Captain can't go out that way. Someone's got to keep doing matches as him. Come on, he needled, it's good money, more than I ever made here. You kinda look like me from the neck down.

What about your tattoo?

He dismissed this with an exasperated noise. Nobody's looking at that shit, dude. Come on, you need the money, right? Just try a single match and if you don't like it, you don't have to do any more.

What I missed during his sales pitch is that if I put on the mask and didn't want to continue, now it would be up to me to find a replacement. At the time I was just seeing dollar signs (once he told me exactly how much he made for a twenty minute wrestling match), so I said yes.

The first thing I did was download every video from the site. I only had about three weeks to get ready, and Dave told me he couldn't train me (already in enough trouble with his girlfriend, it seems) - I got some Wrestling for Dummy stuff off the Internet and made