Name, nickname, statistics, hometown, quick bios, photos and links. It took about an hour, but we got all the girls entered, and I was feeling great. We got the new Instagram and twitter handles on the pamphlets that Monica was making copies of, and then the girls all went out to pass them out at the nearby bars.

               But as great as I was feeling, I wasn't thrilled to not have a logo. I'd wanted a pair of lips that would be iconic, that would pop and make you say holy shit! I was just settling for Candy's lips, the blond with the boobs, when a latecomer arrived.

               "Hey, sorry I'm late Mon!" came the husky voice of a brunette with her hair bound back in a ponytail. She had warm brown eyes and the body of a Victoria's Secret model, if she was an Amazon warrior in her spare time.

               But all I cared about were her lips. Fuck me, I think we found our logo.

               "Hi, I'm Kris. And you are?" I prompted.

               "About time Hilda!" Monica said as she came back in from the copy room. "Everyone else is done except you!"

               "I'm sorry! I couldn't get off work any earlier!" Hilda told her. "But I'm here now, so what do you have?"

               A few minutes later, she was posing, and I knew that she was the one we wanted. "Hilda, can you give me a little pout, like you're about to be kissed?" I asked.

               "Oh, baby. I was hoping you'd ask!" she said with a smirk. I took a quick picture of the smirk too, because damn that looked good.

               "Hilda, work with us here!" Monica begged.

               "Fine," she said with a sigh, then shot me a wink, and put her lips into a pout that would make anyone with a pulse realize that they were into women, and many that were already thinking about it, beg her for a kiss.

               "Damn," I murmured as I snapped a couple pictures.

               "I know, and she's the best kisser too. You should see her tongue."

               As though she heard us, she opened her mouth in a big grin and unfurled her tongue like a cartoon where they roll out the red carpet. Yeah, I snapped a few pictures of that too!

               "Holy shit!" I finally said when I was done. "That is quite the tongue!"

               "Yeah, it comes in handy!" she twisted her lips back into another smirk and it made me wonder just how well she could use it. I mean, she battles with it for a living, so I imagine it would be well suited for umm... Other things. You know, like ice cream cones. Or something.

               "It can also come in handy for a logo too." I opened Photoshop and started using the images that I'd collected of Hilda's mouth. I put the TFDL in the middle in a bolder font, her lips next to the L as though kissing it, and then her tongue coming off the bottom of the T. Yeah, it wasn't traditional, but we wanted bold, we wanted to catch people's eyes.

               "Damn! I like that!" Monica said as she looked over my shoulder. "I can't believe we're looking good already!"

               I pulled up both Twitter and Instagram, adding pictures of all the girls and the new logo, and then sent out updates about tonight's bouts and the locations and times. Yeah, we tagged Nike, ESPN, as well as several make up brands, Chapstick and other potential sponsors.

               "We'll need to get the word to the other venues, that they can get us the information on their matches, and then we can post theirs too, tagging whatever cities they're in as well. Hopefully we'll start to get more fans in than the pizza places," I explained.

               I spent the next hour showing Monica how to update the website with the calendar and the events. It took a few attempts, but she got the hang of it. "So, I just need to drag the opponents?" she asked wonderingly. Hilda just kept hanging around and asking questions of her own.

               "Yep, nothing else. I'll make you some templates for the Twitter and Instagram posts so you can just cut and paste it into the screen and then edit the new information."

               "I just added the links to my Insta profile!" Hilda squealed as she showed Monica her phone. Considering her husky voice and muscular physique, it was cute to hear a squeal like that come from her.

               "I'm ordering a pizza," Monica said with a huff as she stretched. "I think we all need some food before the matches tonight."

               I checked my phone and realized we'd worked right through the afternoon, and that it was almost 5pm already. But we'd made some great progress, and I had hopes that Monica could keep it going, at least until the pitch so that a potential sponsorship would be able to pay for someone to maintain it. And an assistant. And a new office. And a lot more!

               "I'm good with pizza, thanks." I could eat three of them the way my belly was growling now that I was sitting back and thinking about it.

               "Awesome! I'll run next door and grab it!" Monica walked quickly out of the room and left me alone with Hilda.

               "Well, I guess we better get a little kissing in before the food arrives." She said to me while clapping me on the shoulder. "You don't want pepperoni breath!"

               I turned around with a grin, assuming she was kidding. "I would think you need to save yourself for tonight."

               "I do," she replied, standing up and holding out her hand to me. "But you're an appetizer for the main course! Besides, this way you have firsthand experience when you're marketing, and I'll teach you the rules."

               I think my eyes almost bugged out of my head. "You're serious?"

               "Absolutely!" She kept her hand out until I took it, and she pulled me up out of the seat. "Besides, who am I to turn down kissing a gorgeous woman?" She flashed me a little smirk, and I could see why she probably won so much.

               "Okay, I guess I can do this!" I was a little nervous. I hadn't had a kiss in a while, so I was out of practice. Not that it would matter, she was literally a professional kisser. I was suddenly incredibly aroused, and I think she knew.

               She leaned in for a quick whisper. "Don't worry. It's just a demonstration. Just pretend we're back in high school doing a dare at a party. It doesn't mean a thing, okay?"

               "Yeah, okay. I can do this." Right. I know it didn't mean anything, but it didn't mean I wasn't going to get turned on! She was gorgeous too, and even without the kissing, I'd be attracted to her.

               She positioned me in the middle of the room and stood in front of me. "The rules are simple. Make the opponent give in to you. It could be a moan, a whimper, or them getting weak in the knees. Every one of us works out our cores and our legs to make sure we're strong enough to hold up when it gets a little rough, which it will. There are things that are off limits, no hands below the waist. No knees or thighs pressed into the groin. You can touch the back, but if you use nails, then they can't leave marks. Hands in the hair, on the face and neck are all fine. But no choking. You got all that? It is all about the kiss. You can bite and nibble, but if you draw blood, it's over."

               "That's it?" I asked. It seemed pretty standard. Just kiss each other and make the other girl moan. I'd made a few girls do that in the past, so this should be something I could at least try to be competitive in.

               "That's it. Nothing more. Are you ready?" she asked. Her eyes were lit up like she was really excited about this.

               "I'm ready. Give me your best shot!" Yeah, I was trying to sound optimistic, but I knew I was about to lose, and lose badly.

               "Then pucker up!" she growled, and stepped into me, her hands wrapping around me. One on my lower back, and the other on my neck in a crushing grip that made me think I was being carried up the empire state building by King Kong. Then her lips were on mine, and her tongue was in my mouth. That was a lot of tongue, and it was somehow stroking the back of my mouth along the roof in a way I'd never imagined was possible. It was overwhelming, and I couldn't help but moan at the sensation.

               I think I lasted three seconds, if I was being generous.

               When she released me, I stumbled back a few steps, trying to catch my breath, and she quickly pulled me back. "I got you. You're good."

               I hadn't had a one night stand since an encounter with Sofia when I first got to San Fran and before we realized we'd be working together in the future. But damn, right now I wanted to let Hilda do whatever the hell she wanted to me. "I don't know that I want to be good," I whispered.

               "Damn, that is a tempting offer." She pulled me tighter. "But I have a girl I'm trying to win, and I don't think I want to mess that up."

               "No. No, that makes sense." Fuck I was an idiot. This is something she does every single day. A dare she said, and yet I'm acting like a love struck teen near a pop star crush. "I'm so sorry." I could feel my face burning with humiliation and couldn't believe I'd let myself say that! Besides, wouldn't I be better off seeing if there could be something with Brooke? I know, it seemed farfetched, but maybe something could work, no matter how hopeless it looked these days.

               "Don't be. Really. If I didn't have someone I was trying for, I'd be all over you. In a very good way," she assured me in a gentle way.

               Yeah, I'd need a cold shower back in the hotel later. Fuck! I knew I was soaking my panties, and I didn't care at this point.

               It was going to be a long night.

               "I got the pizza!" Monica announced as she came back with a couple of steaming boxes. "What did I miss?"