It all starts with an invitation arriving with the mail on a Monday. At first you dismiss it, thinking it was another free lottery offer. But just as you are about to toss the envelope in the trash, something about it catches your attention -- there is no stamp.

The seemingly expensive black envelope also has no return address; it is simply a glossy black envelope with an embossed gold label reading: 'Mr. Daniels. . .Confidential'.

Now curious, you put the other mail down and carefully open the thick flap and remove the heavy gold-embossed card. You turn it over looking for any signs of familiarity or recognition of the sender before slowly reading the cursive message:

'You are cordially invited to attend the bi-annual Masters of Sex Championship. Past accomplisments and recommendations make that you are qualified to receive this invitation. This event may not be discussed at anytime.

Contact details can be found below for RSVP or if you have any concern or reservation about the legitimacy of this invitation. Due to the exclusive nature of this invitation, your immediate attention is critical. Please RSVP at your earliest convenience. Further details will follow at that time.

This year the Masters of Sex competition will be held during the first week of June, all expenses are covered. Dress for all occassions.

We look forward to the pleasure of your company. Regards, Your Host'

This is not what you expected. You read the message a second time.

You are aware of an 'urban' legend of a tournament originating centuries ago of intergender sexual battle. But this is supposed to be a legend. You have been in quite a few sexfights yourself, your first at the tender age of eighteen. Your estranged four-year-older and highly sexed stepsister had tried to dominate you. Due lack of experience on your side she was able to force an early orgasm from you right before her own demise. This was the most intense sexual experience you had had as a teenager. This was also the last time you had ever seen her.

Since then you had at least made up for experience. Numerous times people have told you that you have talent in sexual combat.

'Past accomplishments...recommendation...' You wonder which accomplishments they were referring to and on whose recommendation. The invitation intrigues you, but it may be a hoax...