The betrayal

A glossy magazine filled with naked women in seductive poses was lying on the dusty carpet. A slender female hand picked it up, curiously flipping through the pages. As the comfortably dressed girl with highlights sat on the bed, she looked at the vivacious girls on the pages, solemn and serious. The walls were covered in NFL posters and banners of their school team, with football gear laying on the makeshift dorm shelf.

Tim walked out of the shower, drying his hair. Seeing her, he stopped awkward. "Now who left that there?" he mumbled, snatching the Hustler from her, quickly placing it in a lower drawer. She watched him chuckling and hugged him with both hands after he sat near her. "So how was your day?" she asked sweetly.

"Great, great!" Tim replied. "The coach told me the talent scouts asked about me."

"That's great news, honey!" she said excited.

"Yeah... He thinks I'm going to get an invite any day now," he said excited.

"I'm sure you will. You're the best player in the team," she said happy.

Tim smiled and gave her a loud peck on the lips. Putting on his clothes, he said: "I can't wait to tell the gang? Is everyone coming"

"As a matter of fact, everyone is already waiting at the bar," Tiff smiled, watching his first-class physic.

In an excellent mood, Tim quickly got ready. "Let's hurry then," he said, lifting her off his bed and running out with Tiff laughing on his shoulder.

At the bar, the entire football team cheered seeing their captain, among them Regina with her boyfriend. The drinks flew, music played and everyone seemed to be having a great time. Especially the boys, who could not stop talking about sports in an obnoxiously loud manner.

"Dude, you're the bomb..." someone told Tim, making him raise his chest. Tiff smoked her cigarette, seemingly carefree, but would occasionally glance around. As usual, whenever they were out, there was at least a girl or two gawking at her man. This time it was at entire group of first-years. Skimpily dressed and wearing too much make-up, they would smile in their direction, swiftly looking back to whisper and giggle. Tiffany could assume what they were talking about. Tim was a popular guy and, despite his loyalty, other girls never really accepted that he was taken. They would snarkily glance at her plain clothes and giggle with their friends.

With her mood ruined, Tiffany sighed, lowering her head. Tim put his arm around her whispering: "Everything good?"

"Yes... I'm just getting a headache," she quickly uttered.

"Bummer... Do you want me to take you back to the dorm?" he said.

"No need. Reggie is taking me," Tiff said, kissing him and tapped her friend on the shoulder. Whispering something, Regina nodded. As the two friends walked out, they passed by the group of girls who watched her leave with glee.

Getting to her room, Reggie hugged her concerned. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay with you?"

Tiff patted her warmly. "No, everything is fine. You go and enjoy yourself."

As she watched Regina leave with her man, Reggie could not shake a terrible feeling she had in the pit of her stomach. She took a few puffs of her cigarette, a nasty habit she picked up in college and dozed off.

Early morning, Tiffany woke up ready to head to class. As usual, she got dressed, got her bag and hurried to get Tim who was in the same class. It was a ritual they had ever since they got together. She would drag him out of bed, making both of them late.

"Here they go, Tim and Tiff," the other students would tease as they snuck in as quietly as possible. This morning was no exception. The confident girl grabbed the handle. "Wake up, sleepy he-" she yelled, stopping dead in her tracks. The sight of two naked girls sleeping in Tim's bed left her speechless.

Her boyfriend quickly arrived, moaning. He massaged his temples, clenching his teeth. Squinting, he noticed Tiff and stopped sheepish.

"Tiffy?" he managed to utter covered in cold sweat. She did not reply. Her hurt face said it all.

The hangover boy, looked in his room. "It's not what you think," he stuttered grabbing her shoulders.

She flung her arms, refusing to look at him. "We're done," she blurted and ran away.

"No, Tiff, please... Tiffy I swear, I never saw those girls before in my life," he yelled, desperate. His former girlfriend ran, not even looking back. Frustrated, he punched the wall, making a large hole. "Don't go. I love you!" he shouted with his voice turning hoarse.

As the memory rushed through Cassandra's head. Tamara was ready to announce the fight. Her clawed hands raises her rusty megaphone to the screaming crowd. "You all remember our lovely Cassandra. She managed to beat the other girls but can she beat the boys too?" The demons behind the fence cheered, some rooting for her while others wished her dismemberment.

"Are you sure this is right. We usually give new fighters time to get used to the ring," the female boss said worried.

"She did fine. You saw how easily she defeated the other girls," Biff replied carefree. His wife looked at the anxious lonely fighter and sighed. "Whatever you say, honey."

Cassandra thought for a moment. She looked at her weapon and began twirling it playfully. This confused some of the fighters.

"Are you fighting or what?" one yelled at her.

"I don't feel like fighting. I'm in a... different mood at the moment," she said leaning on her weapon seductively.

The gladiators looked at each other, not sure what to do. The crowd was clueless too. However, they did seem to enjoy the unexpected sensual dance.

With her weapon placed upright, she moved around it. "You guys seem so strong, so manly. Sure make a girl blush. Tell me, when was the last time you had some proper fun?" she teased, swaying her hips and rubbing her thighs on the wooden stick.

"I'll show you what I did to girls back on Earth," one said with a twisted grin. Another giant fighter held him back. "You'll go last! Others, form a line if you want part of the action."

As the men organized, the demons cheered them along. The long-legged girl cat walked her way to the middle of the arena, posing alluringly for the crowd. Some audience members made a noise, wanting to join in the fun.

The mayor of Helltown observed his minions intrigued. One stood out. "Close your mouth, human! Your drool is making the floor damp." The servant in question slouched embarrassed and mumbled an apology.

Tamara watched dumbstruck. Biff turned red from rage.

"We should probably stop this?" she uttered.

"You think!" he blurted. "If this goes on for any longer, are glorious fights will turn into a peep show!"

Cassandra's lips queered from fear. Still, she kept on with the act.

Tamara came to the rescue just in time. She stood between her and the fighters. "Alright, you fell for our prank. Now stop!"

"Huh!" the gladiators protested.

"You'll get our permission to go to the brothels later. Now, pick a partner and fight among yourselves!" she ordered, pushing Cassandra back into the dark hallway.

"What is wrong with you? Are you trying to get this place torn down?" Tamara whispered. By the tone of her voice, it was difficult to say if she was mad or impressed.

Biff clenched his teeth. "This isn't over yet," he muttered, glaring at the girl.