Jobber Girl: A Mixed Wrestling Story

By Jason Pinaster

Kenzie was a jobber. That meant that her job as a professional fetish wrestler was to make her opponents look good. She enjoyed pain. She enjoyed being beat up. She enjoyed being defeated. Best of all, she enjoyed being defeated after she had exerted every last ounce of her energy trying to avoid being defeated. And, at the end, the closer she could come to winning, the more she enjoyed what her opponents did to, and with, her body.

So, when Sarah Boulton needed a pro to give Larry a taste of what it would feel like to win, she called Kenzie. Sarah’s fetish wrestling gym, the Sexy-B, was under attack by an unscrupulous journalist. Sarah needed to stage a bout with Larry. But Larry wasn’t ready, not yet. First he would have to wrestle Kenzie. Kenzie would help get him ready. Kenzie would show him what it meant to taste total victory

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Aug 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005141011

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, please click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. You will receive prompt notification of my new publications and special offers.I have heard say that the first obligation of a writer is to entertain. If so, the first obligation of a writer of erotica is to arouse and I hope you feel that I have succeeded.I believe that story sets the scene. A story lets the reader start to care for the characters in it. And if the reader cares about the characters, it is easier for him or her to identify with their arousal, to let that arousal tingle the reader’s own skin.Christopher Carter is a lawyer who’s into BDSM and other hijinks, most of them sexual. His stories feature a little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice. Lusty Lee was a private investigator whose nemesis forced her to pursue him through a new kink in each episode. The Mistress Megan stories take her through her development as a dominatrix during which she must satisfy their every fetish.While my current focus is on stories featuring (in order of frequency) erotic combat, wet and messy, action-adventure and tickling, I’m open to anything which turns me (and hopefully you) on. I dabble in sex games and BDSM. I have published two novellas set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and even one featuring a sentient sex robot.At present, I’m developing a Patreon page showcasing erotic combat vignettes: www.patreon.com/JasonPinasterPlease feel free to contact me at [e-mail] And don’t forget to click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. Cheers!

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Jobber Girl A Mixed Wrestling Story © 2021 Jason Pinaster

Other Erotic Wrestling Stories by Jason Pinaster:

Tiebreaker

Wrestling, Lusty Lee Log 19

Sex Wrestler

Gym Moves

Sexy-B Wrestling

Brawling at the Sexy-B

Scissored

Squeezed

Right Hand Ready

Slim

Sex Wrestler II

Zigzaging Zia

Tickle Fight

Oya

Lick My Toes

Vexatious Viv

Nitro Nancy

Dodge Ball

Motivating Larry

Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2021; all rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction; the characters are not you.

Cover Notes and Credits Many thanks to fightpulse.com

Back Notes: About Jason Pinaster, other books and stories by the author.

Acknowledgement and Author’s Note

Jason Pinaster has published numerous other stories. His favorite themes center around erotic wrestling, tickling, wet & messy, and BDSM. For a full list of his stories, please see his author profile or the notes at the back of this story.

Jobber Girl

Vince was as skinny as I was. But he was so tall that he weighed a lot more than my one hundred and eight pounds. And of course, he had a substantial reach advantage. The top of my head barely came up to his throat, so I had to strain my neck to give him the pre-fight stare down. My breasts were securely encased in my blue sports bra so hopefully he hadn’t seen my nipples react when I’d caught the first whiff of his masculine scent.

I’m a jobber. I enjoy pain. I enjoy being beat up. I enjoy being defeated. Best of all, I enjoy being fucked after I’ve exerted every last ounce of energy trying to avoid that fate. The closer I can come to winning, the better the sex is.

In a wrestling match someone wins and someone has to lose. I fulfil the job of loser. Anyone can lose. But the best jobbers, like me, disguise the fact that we enjoy losing. We force our opponents to dig deep. We make the fight, the sport better.

My name is Kenzie. My niche is fetish wrestling. I mostly wrestle men, like today. But sometimes wrestling women is a nice change of pace. I got my start at fightpulse.com, a gym located in the Czech Republic. Videos of several of my fightpulse bouts are still available for purchase on their website. Nowadays I wrestle for Sarah Boulton out of the Sexy-B Wrestling Emporium.

Last week Sarah had called me into her office at the Sexy-B and asked me to shut the door behind me. Usually she left the door open.

What’s up? I asked, doing my best to keep my voice neutral. Was I about to be fired?

Kenzie, do you know Vince?

I nodded. Tall skinny guy. I saw him wrestle once. He—

He’s lost his last four fights. I’m worried that he might be losing interest in fetish wrestling.

You want me to wrestle him. And lose.

She nodded. Vince needs to taste victory. But he can’t know that the fight is fixed.

I smiled. Don’t worry. I’ll make him work for it.

He likes sex to be included.

My smile widened. All the better.

After I left Sarah’s office, I had met several of the other women who had wrestled Vince. He enjoyed the fight but tired easily. He knew the basic moves but wasn’t skilled enough to take full advantage of his height. Instead of being powerful weapons, his long arms and legs tended to get tangled, to get in his way. I was only five-foot-five and he was six-foot-three, so I would definitely be fighting inside his reach. I started to hatch a plan: I would slow my Brazilian Jiu Jitsu down as I executed a few moves. Hopefully he would figure out how to imitate them.

I lowered my head and butted Vince in the chest. Not enough to hurt, just enough to get his attention. Then I backed up. What sort of a fight are you looking for? I asked. We both knew that he was paying, so asking for his preferences wouldn’t tip him off that I intended to let him win.

Best three of five rounds, he said. No holds barred.

But no injuries.

You have to tap out.

Of course, I said. Do you like to touch?

Touch?

I pointed to my breasts. Touch.

He nodded.

I let my hands fall to my sides and pushed my