When I first meet her she’s standing over me while I organize my gym bag.
She’s changed for our match, into her uniform, a snug one-piece of glossy rubber. Nothing to grip onto, nothing to grab.
She stands over me and waits until I look up to shift her weight from one leg to the other. Her uniform creases between her thighs, showing the cleft of her pussy.
Later, after she’s beaten me and forced me to tap out she will refuse to shake the hand I extended to her. In the exact same pose as before she waits for me to look up, into her eyes, before separating a single finger from where they dangle to point at the floor.
Oh, this guy’s good - REALLY GOOD!