"The tongue fighting what now?" one of the men sitting around the table asked quickly while several other people sat up a little straighter to pay attention.

"The Tongue Dominance Fighting League, or TDFL for short. Monica, why don't you give them an overview of what that is," I answered.

"Absolutely. The TDFL began just over ten years ago. At its root is two women battling with their tongues to subjugate one another. It has evolved over time, and we're now ready to join the big time. We have a new business model, with teams in both America and Europe that will be competing in both team and individual events. I realize we're a little known league, but we've recently started streaming on Twitch, and in two weeks our views have gone from 5,000 to 50,000 with just a single week of advertising. If we were able to get real advertising, and a television deal, this league would take off." Monica was doing well and sounded cool and collected. I still wish Brooke was here though, she had a great speaking voice.

But they needed to see what they were getting. They had no idea what this sport even is! "We realize you're most likely not familiar with the league's product, so we have Tammy and Hilda here to give a demonstration of a typical match." I turned to the ladies with a whisper. "Go make an entrance they'll remember."

Tammy and Hilda both smirked and left the room. If we were going to give them a show, they were getting the full treatment.

"Now, we have not just a league, teams, and athletes to sponsor, but mockups of merchandising, uniforms to make and sell, potential pay per view events, league expansion, reality shows for recruiting new competitors, you name it. We also have new owners, like Gene Simmons from the band KISS who has already started to mention the league on their world tour, and as we said, the league spans two continents so it fits a global company like Nike."

"But isn't it just who kisses the best?" one of the women around the table asked skeptically.

I nodded quickly. "I'll admit, that is what I thought first too. But think about that, every single person on this planet could compete in this sport. Every single person who likes a good kiss would love this. It is a league that can be viewed by young and old. You'll notice that both Tammy and Hilda are in phenomenal shape. Like any fighter, they need to have a great base and a strong core. We would love to get work out training equipment, like a CPR dummy but with a rotating tongue of some sort that they could use for practice, but that can come later. In the meantime, there are so many merchandising opportunities in tee shirts and uniforms, that it could make your money back with that alone."

"What kind of merchandise?" James asked quickly.

"I'll go over that after the demonstration, but we have mocked up a lot of options for you," I promised. I would have shown him now, but I could hear the approaching music and didn't want to stop the oncoming demo. "Think of this as a boxing match or wrestling match with the entrance music!"

At that point, the door to the room flew open, and Tammy strutted into the room wearing nothing but a red sports bra and red boy shorts, with Drive by Melissa Ferrick blaring. Yeah, she was working it.

I'll hold you up 

And drive you all night 

I'll hold you up 

And drive you, baby, till you feel the daylight 

I'll hold you up 

And drive you all night 

I'll hold you up 

And drive you till you feel the daylight 

That's right 

That's right

I didn't need to watch her, I just watched the room. Every single eye was glued to her, and she knew it. She was like a tornado, and they couldn't stop staring at the force of nature that she embodied. When she shut off the music on her phone, we heard more of it coming from the doorway as Hilda came stomping in with her black sports bra and boy shorts, her hair flowing behind her like the mane of a lion and Lick It Up by KISS blaring. Now the stares shifted, but the attention was fully on the women. Nobody even fidgeted a little.

Lick it up,

lick it up,

oh-oh-ohh (It's only right now)

Lick it up,

lick it up,

oh-oh-ohh (Woo yeah)

Lick it up,

lick it up,

oh-oh-ohh (Come on, come on)

Lick it up,

lick it up,

oh-oh-ohh (Come on)

Monica stepped forward between the two women. "In red, we have Tammy Nichols, last year's US Champion! In the black we have reigning US Champion Hilda Hopkins. Ladies, you know the rules. Play fair and may the best tongue win!" she announced as the two women faced off. Nobody could look away, and several had slack jaws. If this kept up, there might be some drool. "Now pucker up and smooch!"

And smooch they did. Holy fuck! I'd seen several matches the night I was in Chicago, and I'd watched a few on the twitch stream replays, but this match was intense. I'd lasted all of three seconds against Hilda, and she won the championship in about thirty seconds. But Tammy was the previous champ, and she put up a hell of a flight. It took a good two minutes of tongue grappling before Tammy let out the tiniest of a whimper, and Monica called the match.

"Winner, and still the champ, Hilda Hopkins!"

The room was dead silent for about five seconds.

"Holy shit!" James finally breathed out. "I don't know about the rest of them, but you have my vote."

"Do you really think people are going to want to watch two women kissing online?" A younger man asked. Literally every person in the room looked at him as though he were insane. "Oh, yes. Point taken. Never mind."

"Is this fake, like wrestling is?" The woman who had asked about the battle just being the best kisser.

Tammy and Hilda had both been panting with exertion afterwards, and most of the room had broken out into a sweat just watching, but she thought it might be fake? "I had thought it might seem that way too," I admitted. "But I was given a demonstration. Hilda beat me in three seconds. It isn't fake at all."

"A demonstration?" she continued, her face turning red. "Perhaps another might be in order. You know, so that we can make sure."

A younger woman next to her snorted and slapped her on the shoulder. "Just ask for the damned kiss!"

"I'll give you a demo!" Tammy announced, "Both of you, if you need it. But believe me, this isn't fake in the least."

I wasn't shocked that she offered, she'd been in a mood all morning! The first woman, a blonde with short 'Karen cut' hair stood up, brushed off some imaginary lint from her slacks, and then marched over to Tammy. She was putting on a brave face, but I could tell she'd already lost. I wonder if I looked that way when I'd kissed Hilda?

"So now we just kiss?" she asked.

"Hold on," Monica commanded. "No nails, no hands below the waist, and no hands on the chest. The first one to moan, whimper or have their knees buckle loses."

The blonde nodded. "No problem. My husband can never make me do that, so this will be a piece of cake."

Yeah, Tammy smirked at that. Her hubby was going to need kissing lessons after this, or he'd be getting divorce papers.

               "Are you ready?" Monica asked them.

               "Yep!" answered the blonde.

               Tammy just growled, low in her throat, and the blonde's eyes popped wide open as Monica spoke once again. "Then pucker up and smooch!"

               In vampire movies, the vampire moves with catlike speed and latches on to the victim's neck, and the victim just gives up almost immediately. This was similar, with Tammy virtually pouncing on the poor blonde, her mouth capturing the other's lips with ferocity as she bent her back from the waist, Tammy's hands under her back to keep her from falling.

               The blonde was moaning as soon as their lips touched, but Tammy didn't stop for ten seconds, at which time the poor woman was whimpering too. When Tammy finally let her go, she helped the blonde straighten up, then walked her back to her seat, as she was a little dazed.

               Once more, silence reigned in the room.

               "They have my vote!" the blonde finally stated after catching her breath. The rest of the room was nodding along with her.

               "Yeah, we figured!" said the other woman next to her with a snicker.

               "Is anyone not interested in pursuing this?" James asked. Everyone just shook their heads, and it was all done.

               We'd won the pitch. Hell, we hadn't even gone over the merchandise yet!

               "Congratulations! I think we can hammer out the details over lunch, if you'd like?" James said while shaking all our hands.

               "Yeah, that sounds perfect. We have a lot more we haven't even shown you yet." I didn't want him to think we were done, we had so much more for them, and it might help with the money that they would offer.

               But we were going to be celebrating for sure! It made me wish I was going back to Chicago with the girls instead of going home to loneliness.