The Road to EGOT Season 03 Pt. 02

In the last chapter I said that Duncan's parents resided in Virginia, after giving it more thought I decided to move them to Georgetown Washington DC. Thank you all for reading, voting, commenting and all the feedback. It makes all of the work worth it.

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"Duncan, you're up!" Jay shouted. I gulped as I looked inside the ring and saw Ronda getting ready. It was Saturday, and as was often the case, I was at the fight club hosted by Jay Glazer. There were many NFL stars, such as Odell Beckham Jr and Reggie Bush who were both clients of our sports division, but also celebrities trying to get in shape for various roles. Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson was one of them and had invited me.

"Stay light on your feet and keep moving." He told me as he stood in my corner. "She's quick and strong."

"She's Ronda fucking Rousey." I told him.

"Yeah that too." Dwayne said with his larger than life smile. "Just don't let her grab you in a chokehold. Or the arm bar."

"Should I just step out of the ring now?" I asked.

"You'll be fine." We both looked at Ronda who smiled widely as though she were about to have her favorite meal. "Yeah...you'll be fine." Dwayne repeated.

"GO!" Jay yelled as the bell rung. Ronda ran straight for me trying to tackle me but i quickly sidestepped her attack. The UFC star quickly rebounded and threw a punch that I barely blocked before she sent a kick at my chest. The kick connected, knocking the air out of me. I dropped to one knee, looking up just in time to see Ronda throw hers at me. I rolled away to get some distance between us. She was relentless and quickly bounced towards me.

Knowing that I wouldn't survive much longer if things continued this way, I went on the offensive. I set my feet and threw a jab. She grabbed my arm and flung me over her shoulder. The impact of my back against the floor of the ring was loud enough to garner the attention of everyone in the gym. They had all stopped their work outs to witness what was taking place. Basically me getting my ass handed to me.

"Move!Move!Move!" The Rock shouted to me from the side of the ring. I tried to roll away again but Ronda saw it coming this time. Her arms wrapped around my neck before I had the chance to tuck it into my chest. She pulled me backwards so that she was laying flat on her back. Her legs quickly wrapped themselves around my waist and locked together, making it impossible for me to move. She locked her arms around my neck and applied a huge amount of pressure, trying to force me to tap out. I did my best to fight back. I squirmed and jerked my hips. I tried to throw punches. Nothing worked. The hold was locked in.

"Duncan! Duncan!" I heard someone say. I opened my eyes only to realize I must have lost consciousness. Jay, Dwayne and Ronda were over me, making sure I was okay.

"I'm alright." I said my voice sounding incredibly hoarse. "What happened?" I asked glumly.

"You didn't tap out." Jay say matter of factly. "But you held on strong."

"I think she did the holding." I said pointing to Ronda.

"I'm so so sorry Duncan." Ronda said genuinely.

"It's alright." I said trying to sit up and feeling as though I wanted to throw up. "My fault for getting in the ring with a beast like yourself."

"You lasted longer than last time." She said with a smile.

"I'm aiming for that 60 second mark." I joked trying to lighten the moment.

"You should hit the showers." Dwayne said.

"Yeah and i'll send someone to give you a massage." Jay added. "Your back must be killing you after that toss." He was right. The impact had definitely done a number on my back and shoulders. I could feel it as I headed towards the showers. "You know what, just go right ahead and use the VIP room. There's a shower there, no one will bother you."

"Alright, thanks Jay." I said feeling nauseous. I walked to the room in question, noticing the rather large massage table that could easily fit two people. I got undressed and quickly slipped into the shower. The water was perfect and did wonders for my aching body. For possibly the millionth time, I wondered why the hell I put myself through this. Getting beaten up every week was not fun at all. It was a great workout, I had to admit. I could see and feel my body getting stronger and able to take more punishment. I just had to continue to improve.

I turned off the water and grabbed a towel as I thought to myself that I had nothing to be ashamed of. These people were pros. I shouldn't stand a chance against them. Ronda was amazing in that ring. I lay face down in the massage table, putting my face in the hole and waited. I heard the door open and close.

"Hello." I said as I turned to look back. It was Ronda. She was wearing just a robe and her wet hair told me that she had just come out of the shower herself.

"Are you alright?" She asked me.

"Yeah i'm fine. My back is a little stiff, but aside from that no harm." I told her doing my best not to stare too hard at her body. "The massage will help."

"It will." She said as I noticed her locking the door. She slowly strolled towards me. "Lay back. Enjoy." She whispered in my ear as she settled me back onto the table. I heard her squeezing oil into her hands. I closed my eyes and tried to not think about the fact that I was practically naked as Ronda Rousey prepared to give me a massage. I felt her hands and nails running down my back, causing shivers through my spine.

"That feels so good." I told her as she continued her gestures on my back.

"We're just getting started." She told me with a smile in her voice. I felt her lifting my feet one at a time. She rubbed the bottoms of each, starting with a little pressure and adding more and more as it went. It was an extraordinary sensation. Ronda then ran her soft oily hands from my ankles up to my calves, over the back of my legs getting closer and closer to my inner thigh. The situation was beginning to turn me on. I pressed my hips against the table in order to keep my erection a secret.

"I'm gonna have to raise the towel." Ronda said as she moved towards the center of the table. I felt the cold air against me as she revealed my backside to her gaze. "Nice!" I heard her say as she began to knead my butt cheeks. Her hands were strong yet incredibly soft. I moaned a little as she spread the oil around my butt and lower back. "Someone is liking this." She said chastising me. "I'm going to have to remove the towel." She said in a sultry voice. "Is that okay? Or are you shy?"

"Go ahead." I said not wanting her to think I was. I raised up which allowed her to pull the towel away from me. I was now fully nude on the table, my hard cock pressed between it and my stomach. I heard movement and looked up to see Ronda removing the robe she had been wearing. I licked my lips and felt my cock grow harder as I admired her body. Every muscle was toned and molded to perfection. Her legs were long and powerful. Her stomach was flat and athletic. Her breast were marvelous and sat high on her chest. The sexy blonde smiled at me as she poured oil all over her perfect tits. I watched in utter lust as she rubbed them with the liquid.

"Lay down!" She told me with a forceful yet playful tone. I did as I was told and brought my face back to the hole in the table. I felt the table shift as Ronda added her weight to it. I could feel two soft cushions running along my butt cheeks. She was using her tits to massage me and the feeling was amazing. She rubbed them all the way from the top of my back to the bottom of my legs. I could feel her hard nipples pushing against my skin. Ronda focused on my back, rubbing her tits in circles, forcing me to squirm and practically hump the table. I then felt her strong hands dig into my upper shoulders and neck. She would take her time, alternating between rubbing her tits on me and using her hands.

"Time to turn around now!" She told me as she lifted her frame from me. I followed her instructions once more. My cock was hard as a rock and pointing straight at the ceiling. I caught the appreciative glance from Ronda as she studied my cock. Her eyes never broke contact as she poured more of the oil into her hands. Moments later, they were rubbing my chest and pectoral muscles. I groaned and kept my eyes locked onto her beautiful oil covered tits. Ronda rubbed my chest and went lower down towards my stomach. I felt my heart flutter as I imagined her giving my cock the attention it called for. Unfortunately, the UFC fighter pulled away. She smiled at me with a wicked grin as her hands continued down to rub my thighs and legs.

Ronda moved to the top of the table. She was right above my head and I had a great view of her tits. She began to massage the length of my arms. Whenever she would do this, her breast would fall incredibly close to my mouth. When she switched over to the other arm, I took a shot and quickly latched my lips on one of her eraser sized nipples. She paused all movement, only pressing her tit harder against my mouth. I used the opportunity to flick my tongue across the nub and nibble it a little. She walked away from my face and back towards my feet. She rubbed from my feet all the way up my legs and across my thighs. Her hands were mere inches from my cock.

"God Ronda! This is amazing!" I told her as I nearly fell into an erotic haze.

"We haven't even gotten to amazing yet." She said with a wry smile. Without further notice, she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock. Slowly she pumped the entire length of my cock.

"Fuck!" I groaned as I finally felt some semblance of relief. Ronda smiled at me as her hand began to pick up the pace and move in a corkscrew motion. I watched as she lowered her head. I soon felt the texture of her tongue against my ball sack. Her hand never stopped jerking me as her lips and tongue heightened the pleasure. Ronda kissed my cockhead before opening wide and taking it in between her lips. She softly sucked my cock as her hand massaged my cum filled balls. Her mouth took more and more of my cock on every downstroke. Her lips were wrapped like a vice as her tongue continued to move all around me.

Ronda pulled her lips away from me in order to jump on the table. She wrapped her tits around my cock and used them to jerk me off. I loved the feel of her warm tits around me. I was even more over the moon as she lowered her head and added her mouth whenever my cock head would peak from the valley between her chest. Ronda stopped to add more oil to her chest. This time when she returned, it was even easier for my cock to move across her chest. I pumped my hips, fucking her tits with reckless abandon.

"Are you enjoying the massage?" Ronda asked as she straddled my waist. I moved my hands to her hips and slowly moved them up her tight firm body.

"It's amazing." I heard my voice dripped with lust. Ronda lowered towards me and we soon shared a hot kiss. Her tongue quickly invaded my mouth. I could only groan in submissions and move my hands to her luscious ass as the UFC fighter rubbed her body against mine. She was an incredible kisser, I thought as her tongue twisted in ways I didn't think possible. Ronda pulled away from the kiss, I raised my upper body and quickly latched my mouth on her tits. I was sucking on one before switching to the other. My hands were still pawing her toned ass. Ronda reached between us and aimed my hard fat cock at her cunt. She rocked her hips and quickly I felt the tight walls of her cunt engulf my cock head.

"Oh fuck!" Ronda shouted as I fell back onto the table. Ronda placed her hands on my chest and began to fuck me. Her hips were moving up and down and gyrating against me. I placed my hands on her hips, helping to guide her harder and deeper onto my cock. Meanwhile I kissed her tits and groped her ass, pushing my cock back against her as hard as I could. Ronda lowered her hand and was violently rubbing her clit. "FUCK! YEAH! MAKE ME CUM!!" She shouted as our fucking intensified. I dug my fingers into her ass as I drove my cock deeper into her. "That's it! That's FUCKEN IT!!" She shouted before she exploded in my lap. "AHHHHH!!" She moaned tossing her head back as the orgasm rocked through her.

Ronda lifted herself from my lap and lay on the table next to me. I quickly jumped atop of her and caught her lips between mine. We kissed hard and deep, before i began to trail kisses down her body. I passed in between her breast, making sure not to touch either of the perky tits, and continued down towards her wet cunt. I wasted no time, pushing two fingers into her and fucking her mercilessly.

"OHH FUCK! EAT ME! EAT ME!" Ronda told me as I wrapped my lips around her pulsating clit. She pushed me deeper into her cunt as my fingers drove into her harder and faster. I locked my lips around her nub, my tongue dancing all around it. I drove my fingers harder into her. "OH SHIT! FUUUUCKKK!" Ronda shouted as she was hit with another quick orgasm. "Damn you can fuck!" She said with a satisfied smile.

"And i'm not even finished." I told her as I turned her over. Her incredible ass now staring right at me. Ronda got on all fours as I moved behind her. I quickly pushed my cock back into her incredibly wet cunt. I grabbed her hips and we quickly found a rhythm. Ronda grabbed the bottle of oil reached back and poured it between the crack of her ass.

"Fuck my ass! Go ahead! You've fucken earned it." She moaned to me. I didn't hesitate before moving my cock from her cunt towards her puckered rosebud. I pushed my cock against her and felt my cock sink into the depths of her ass. "OH god! That feels so damn good! Fuck my ass Duncan! Fuck my ass!" I did as I was told. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down on my cock as I stroked it into her.

"Fuck!" I shouted as I was blindsided by just how tight she was. My balls slapped against her pussy on every in stroke, Ronda was furiously rubbing her clit. I squeezed one of her firm tits in my hand and felt Ronda's cunt explode once more. As she came, the muscles of her ass squeezed me so good and there was nothing I could do. I shut my eyes, tossed my head back and felt an incredible orgasm rip through me. My cock burst with what felt like a gallon of cum into the wonderful ass of the beautiful woman.

I pulled away from her and the table on wobbly legs.

"I don't know how good that was for my back, but I kinda don't care." I said causing her to laugh.

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After another shower, I left the gym, throwing my bag in the trunk of my Mercedes. Today would be Steve's first game at USC. I was heading to the Galen center to meet with James and his family for the big moment. James had retired early and taken his family on a cruise. I had been too busy to see much of him lately, but there was no way that I would miss this huge moment.

The session with Ronda had made me run a little late. By the time I arrived at the stadium, the lot was almost full. Luckily finding a space, I hurried to the entrance. The stadium was jam packed. Students and Alumni had all gathered to cheer their team on for the first game of the season.

"Duncan! Over here!" I heard someone shout. It was James wearing his usual smile. He was glad to see me and quickly gave me a tight hug. "We're seated over there." He pointed to a special section that was reserved for family members. Claire and their daughters were also in attendance. I hugged all of them before taking my seat next to James. We stood and clapped as the game got underway. James couldn't help but point me in the direction of Steve who was sitting on the USC bench.

The game was close the entire way. The crowd only getting louder with each and every play. By the time we had reached the last minute of the second half, the score tied, USC with possession, everyone was on pins and needles. You would think that these teams were playing for the future of the world.

There was time for one more play, it was clear to everyone that Shaqquan Aaron would be taking the last shot. He got the ball and quickly ran for the rim, the defense shifted and he passed the wall to a wide open Julian Jacobs in the corner. Jacobs rose and knocked down the shot as the buzzer sounded, sending the entire arena into a frenzy. It was only the first game of the season but the crowd ran onto the court to celebrate the nail biting victory with their team.

After the crowd had begun to leave the stadium, we finally found Steven. He was standing by himself. I joined James and the rest of the family as they approached him.

"Congratulations son!" James said excitedly.

"No need to congratulate me dad." He said looking glum. "I didn't even play a minute."

"Hey, not every freshman plays. You knew that going in. But playing or not, game winner or not, you are on this team. You are my son and I am incredibly proud of you." James said with his arms around his son. I saw this unfold and couldn't help but feel a deep pang in my chest.

"Thanks dad!" Steve said with a relieved grin as the remainder of his family came in to hug him.

"Duncan, we are about to head to dinner. Care to join us?" Claire asked me.

"I'd love to, but I have a plane to catch." I told them as I gave them all a hug.

"Going to see your parents?" James asked me.

"Yeah, it's my mom's birthday." I answered.

"Well wish her happy birthday from us. And tell her she's raised a magnificent boy." Claire said as she kissed me goodbye.

"I will. Thank you Claire."

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Before heading to the airport, I stopped by my office. I had to pick up some contracts to read over on my way. I was not very surprised to find Kara working. She was dressed casually, in jeans and a white t shirt. In frustration she threw a pen across the room and cursed loudly. I smiled having noticed this behavior before. I pulled a couple of beers that I kept in the mini fridge in my office.

"Here!" I said placing one in front of her. "You need this."

"Why would you think that?" She asked with a hint of a smile.

"You threw your pen." I said nodding at it on the ground by the door. "That's the international sign of I need a drink."

"What if I had thrown a pencil?" She asked as she popped opened the can and leaned back into her chair.

"Trout!" I answered seriously.

"What? Why?" She asked laughing.

"Hey I don't make the rules. I simply abide by them." We shared a good laugh which she clearly needed. "What are you working on?" I asked her.

"Zendaya's contract for Spider-man!" She asked rolling her eyes.

"Not a fan?"

"It's just this deal is so damn complicated. Sony is publishing but Marvel studios is making the movie. It's like who the hell cares!"

"Millions and millions of Spider-man fans care." I replied looking at the complicated deal.

"Didn't you tell her not to do this movie?" She asked me as she ran her hand through her hair.

"I suggested there would be other projects, but she really wanted to do this. If I had known it would have saved you from all of this paperwork, I would have fought harder."

"No you wouldn't have. You love your damn clients too much you know that? Always trying to make them happy." She said sarcastically.

"Huh...I'm sorry?" I answered with a shrug matching her sarcasm.

"You should be. What about my happiness Duncan?" She asked pointing at her bountiful chest.

"Last I checked you seemed pretty damn happy." I threw at her raising my eyebrows.

"You're talking about Armie, aren't you?" She said with a big grin.

"Guilty!" I replied.

"Yeah, he's..he's nice." She said.

"Just nice?" I chided her.

"Okay, more than nice!" She admitted.

"I'm happy for you Kara. You deserve something...nice." I finished unable to think of a better word.

"Thanks! What is...I mean...what are the others saying about it?" She asked avoiding my gaze.