A new story from me that has been brewing for some time. I wasn't sure which story board this fit into but ultimately landed here as it has MORE elements of wrestling than sex fighting, but if the moderators disagree with me, I accept their judgement. Anyway, I hope everyone has enjoyed my more active contributions, and I hope you all enjoy this new story. Cheers!
ONE NIGHT IN KENTUCKY
Lacey pulled out her phone and checked the time quickly before unlocking the screen. It was 10 pm. She was right on time, she realized, relieved after such a long drive. She threw her car into park and looked up at the façade of the hotel. This was definitely the right place. Ramada Suites, Lexington Kentucky. She opened her text messaging app and typed out a hasty message as she got out of the car.
“Hey! I made it. Heading inside now.” she thumbed out on her phone’s keyboard before hitting send. The reply came almost instantly. “Great! I’m in room 314. See you in a bit!” Lacey read this and placed her phone back into her bag as she walked into the hotel lobby. She took the elevator up to the third floor and took a deep breath of both anticipation and nerves. “He’d better fucking love me for this.” She said in an undertone to herself as the metal doors came open and she stepped out onto the floor. She had visited her boyfriend Blake earlier that day, but excused herself for the night much to his chagrin, with excuses of homework and things that needed to be done in her apartment. Once she was gone however, she had headed here. Three hours away from home, where she had arranged to meet someone she had never before met in person. She found 314 at the end of the hallway and knocked on the door.
The girl who answered was exactly who she was expecting. A slender, smaller chested girl about her own age of 22. The girl had short, jet black hair and had cream colored skin. She was wearing a pair of dark grey sweat pants and a black tank top with the words “My Chemical Romance” printed onto it. “Lacey?” She asked kindly as she beamed at her, letting her into the room.
“That’s me.” Lacey smiled back. “Layla?” She asked. “The one and only!” said Layla. At once, Lacey noticed the room was already carefully arranged. The middle of the room was bare of furniture, as everything movable save for the couch on one side of the room had been carefully arranged into the corners or the short hallway, well out of the way. In the far corner of the room, a very nice looking camera had been placed on a tripod, extended all the way up and angled slightly downward looking onto the room. Layla gave Lacey another smile and said after a moment,
“I’ve already gotten the place ready, but I thought we’d have a drink or two first if you want.” She said, going to the counter by the restroom and producing a large bottle of Patron Tequila. Lacey nodded eagerly and plopped herself down on the couch where Layla joined her; both the liquor bottle and two shot glasses in her hands. She eagerly poured a shot for the both of them and handed one to Lacey. “Cheers!” Lacey said and they threw the shots back at once, shuddering once before Layla held the bottle up to offer a second. They each had one and took deep breaths, the liquor already bracing and relaxing them a bit. After a second or two, Layla spoke. “So, how are you feeling?” Layla asked with a smile. “Still up for this?” Lacey nodded and gave a reassuring smile back to her new friend. “Absolutely. I mean, I know Blake will love it. And honestly, it sounds kind of fun!” She said and looked at Layla. “You ever done anything like this before?” Layla chuckled. “Like this? No never. I mean...A little bit with some friends when I was a kid back on the family farm, but that was just goofing off. You know. Kid stuff.” She said dismissively. Both girls looked around the room a bit, then at each other.
“What about you?” Layla asked. “Oh me? No never at all!” She laughed. Layla noticed the slight nerves in her voice. “Hey, it’s gonna be fun! And our boys are going to eat. It. Up!” She said and put her hand reassuringly on Lacey’s thigh before reaching for the liquor bottle again. “You want?” She asked and Lacey eagerly nodded. They downed another shot of tequila a piece and Layla set it firmly aside. “That’s probably enough of that for now. Don’t wanna be plastered for this after all.” She said. Lacey grinned back, finally feeling the alcohol’s effects washing away her trepidation.
“Well, you ready to get started?” Layla asked, her whole body tensed with the excitement of the moment. “Hell yes!” Lacey said and stood up now. Layla followed suit, and pointed to the restroom. You can change in there. I’ll get ready here and we’ll get to it when we’re done!” Lacey obeyed, walking to the bathroom, bag in tow. She stripped off her outer clothing which had been a pair of jeans and a sweat shirt, then pulled out her clothing for tonight. Her pink satin bikini cut panties and matching push up bra. A simple outfit, but one the Blake absolutely adored. She grabbed the pair of thigh high socks, white with two pink horizontal stripes at the top that matched the ensemble so well. Another favorite of Blake’s, and apparently, of Drew’s. Layla’s boyfriend, Lacey remembered. She looked herself over before tying her shoulder length hair back into a tight ponytail. She was ready.
This had been a chance meeting, but one that both girls really loved the idea of. Blake had recently confided in Lacey of his particular interest in women’s wrestling and fighting. She had balked at the idea at first, but she really did love the guy, and so she dove online to find out more about it. And the fact was, the more she watched and read, the more she came to love the idea. She imagined herself victorious over another woman while he cheered her on. Imagined being completely beaten and held down while he looked on. Yes, the more she fell into the rabbit hole, the more she was willing to indulge his idea. She had not told him as much though. Not yet.
Enter Layla. A girl from south of them who she had met in one of the online forums she had joined. Layla was a college student like herself, and had also recently discovered her own boyfriend’s fascination with the idea. One thing had led to another, then another, and then here. Where they had agreed to meet up and indulge their boys’ little fantasies and film it as a surprise for them both. They had traded ideas, pictures, chatted, and generally became great long distance friends whether that had been the intention or not. And here they were.
“You ready?” Lacey called out from the bathroom. She heard Layla’s affirmative answer through the door and stepped out. Her breath caught a bit as she took in the other girl. She stood in the center of the room wearing a black push up bra, a pair of black boyshort panties with a printed ‘cute’ skull and crossbones design, the design wearing a pink bow on its head. Her own legs were adorned with black thigh highs, with pink horizontal stripes at the top, identical to Lacey’s except in color. They had traded pictures of each other’s outfits of course, but seeing them in person was another thing entirely. They both smiled and bit their bottom lips as they drank each other in. Lacey couldn’t help it. This punk rock southern girl in front of her was HOT. She walked to the open area across from Layla and looked her up and down.
“Not BAD princess.” Layla said, clearly impressed as she looked Lacey over as well. “Thanks!” Lacey grinned. “Pretty nice yourself.” Layla winked then and indicated the camera. “Okay, so that lens covers the whole room. Here, the bed, the walls...As long as we don’t get right under it, we’re good.” She said. “Not a problem, I think. You wanna go over the rules one more time before I turn it on?” She asked and Lacey thought a second, though she knew it all by heart. They had been planning this for weeks after all. “Let’s see...best two out of three submission wrestling...slaps and hair pulling are okay...sound right?” She said, and Layla nodded and grinned. “How about the stakes? Still good with that?” She added. Lacey looked over at her bag, then at Layla’s and smiled. “Hell yes!” She said with no hesitation.
Layla nodded, then went to her bag, pulling out a small remote. She pointed it at the camera and hit a button. There was a small beeping sound, and a red light came on just below the lens. “Alright! We’re recording!” She said and tossed the remote aside. “You ready girl?” She bent her knees, putting her hands up. A perfect wrestler’s stance. Lacey mimicked her and smirked. “Ready to kick your ass!” She answered. They began to circle one another, counter clockwise around the room. Layla feinted a lunge, and Lacey twitched in anticipation. “Heh. Gotcha.” Layla taunted. Lacey chuckled and inwardly cursed herself for falling for such a tactic.
The second lunge however was not a feint as Layla surged forward and wrapped her arms around Lacey’s forward leg, driving her shoulder into the brunette girl’s stomach and lifting the leg, taking her smoothy but solidly down to the floor onto her back. Lacey felt the air rush from her a bit as she let out an “Oof!” from the impact. She reacted quickly, trying to roll Layla off of her but had no such luck as Layla expertly laid her body down over her own, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the floor. She grinned down at Lacey as she pressed her weight down, their breasts squeezing together. Layla grapevined her legs in with Lacey’s and began to separate them. This was not a painful tactic against Lacey. She had been a cheerleader for years in high school, and her flexibility was well above average. However, she did find herself immobilized. She grunted and squirmed, twisting her body under Layla’s and trying to get free.
“Aw come on princess, you act like you ain’t ever rassled before in your life!” Layla teased, her southern accent coming out more than it had before. Lacey growled in frustration just a bit as she writhed and twisted her body. Finally, however, she got lucky. She managed to slip her hands away from Layla’s grip and swiftly moved them up to her opponent’s hair. She heard Layla yelp as she twisted and bucked her hips, the faint hiss of their socks and their sexy outfits scraping together in her ears as she rolled and found herself straddling Layla’s waist. It was a short lived victory however as Layla swung her legs up, latching them around Lacey’s arms as she sat straight up, and swung them down, sending her crashing to the floor. They both rolled away a moment before pouncing at each other from all fours. They crashed together and found themselves in a collar and elbow tie up on their knees. Pressing their foreheads together, they pushed and strained against each other. Both of them smirking and their eyes shining with excitement. They were having a blast! The sound of their grunting filled the room as they pushed back and forth against each other, neither able to gain an upper hand for too long. Just when one of them was almost upended, they would push back with renewed vigor and even the playing field again.
Layla then pushed in again, bringing their bodies closer together, placing her head near Lacey’s ear. “Hey...” She whispered between all of the bodily straining. “Don’t be afraid to shit talk me a little. Call me names. They’ll LOVE IT.” She said with a mischievous tone, so quietly that the camera wouldn’t pick it up. Lacey nodded imperceptibly at the comment and they again began to strain against each other. The grapple soon turned into a sloppy bearhug against each other as they slipped into an embrace, both squeezing and straining, their small and firm breasts packed tightly together. They stopped trying to take each other to the floor for the moment, instead squeezing each other’s ribs tightly, both gritting their teeth against the discomfort and the effort this was taking. They looked into each other’s eyes, squeezing their foreheads together tightly, a look of pure challenge on their faces.
“Hard...to breathe yet you hick bitch?” Lacey asked, partly taking Layla’s advice and partly just because she was getting into this contest more and more now. She pushed her forehead into Layla’s and smirked an evil smirk. “Against a...nasty little...cheerleader skank like you? Not a chance.” Layla responded, pressing her forehead back in defiance. This embrace lasted a moment longer before Lacey and Layla’s knees tripped over each other and they tumbled to the floor on their sides. Still holding on, but the bearhug got significantly looser as they hit the floor. They began to roll with each other. It was a chaotic tumble of limbs as they both struggled for the top position back and forth on the carpeted floor. Both had their turn on top, but soon found their efforts thwarted as the other girl would swing the tumbling in their favor.
Lacey soon found herself under Layla again as they rolled into the side of the couch against the wall. Layla planted her knees on either side of Lacey’s waist and chuckled. “Nowhere to go huh princess?” She said and delivered the first slap of the match right to Lacey’s right breast. Lacey hissed and looked up at her opponent defiantly. Only when she looked, Layla was inching forward on her body. She remembered for a brief moment one of the exchanges they had shared when preparing for this meeting:
“What are some things you wanna do?” Lacey had typed that night.
“Well, I plan on getting you down and then smothering you in my crotch for a while. I remember finding a video like that on my boyfriend’s browser history. Plus...it looks pretty fun for the girl on top.
?" Layla had replied.
“Bring it on sweetie.
?" Lacey had sent to close out that conversation.
And now, here it was. Layla planted her knees onto Lacey’s shoulders and grabbed her hair. “Hope you like it down there.” She said as she pulled Lacey’s face up and into the middle of her thighs. Lacey found herself cursing that damned adorable skull and crossbones design. She swore it was laughing at her as she had her vision go dark. She couldn’t get a breath. Not one that helped anyway, and even the little air she could breathe smelled of Layla’s crotch. Not unpleasant...but a reminder that the other girl had her where she wanted her. Where she had said she would get her all along. She was aware that the camera was facing Layla’s back, and therefore, what was happening was slightly hidden from view. But she knew the video would show her struggling, arching back and her kicking feet, toes curling inside their socks in frustration...all in full display. She let out muffled whimpers as Layla closed her thighs over her ears. She moaned and thrashed, refusing to succumb to this. Not so early. She vaguely heard Layla chuckle to herself as she pulled Lacey further into her covered mound. Layla’s panties were soaked. But...she had to admit...so were hers. She loved this. But she also wanted to win. She did not want her surprise debut into wrestling with other women for Blake’s entertainment to be a loss.
Was it even for his entertainment anymore?
She slapped at Layla’s thighs and what parts of her body she could reach, and heard Layla gasp with the sharp impacts as she held on tight. The bitch was just not going to let go. “You can tap out now Lacey.” She heard her opponent’s voice, muffled through the flesh earmuffs she now wore. “It’s okay. You’ll get me next time.” She laughed.
Oh. This. Bitch. She thought she had this whole match wrapped up in a neat little bow. Well Lacey wouldn’t have that. She desperately thought of her options as she felt her struggling weaken. She felt a tingling in her fingers and toes. Oh god no. She couldn’t pass out right now. She did the only thing that she could think of. She pressed her face even further into her opponent's crotch and rubbed her head up and down, adding a small bite at the waistline of Layla’s boy shorts, snapping the waistband by a fraction of an inch with what little movement she had available to her. She felt Layla shudder, her laugh turning into a moan. She felt air rush in and she managed to gulp in a lung full as Layla backed off just a bit. She knew this would not show up on camera, but it might help her win the wrestling match.
As Layla backed off, Lacey threw her legs up the same way Layla had before and pulled her to the ground on her back. She pounced and grapevined her legs with Layla’s, wrapping her arms around her head and pulling her into her chest. A move she had learned from one of Blake’s videos. A firm and well executed breast smother. Layla had quite as much endurance as Lacey, but had expended a lot of effort keeping her planted in her crotch earlier. She bucked, thrashed slapped and moaned but to no avail.
“Come on country bitch...time to tap.” Lacey grinned as she pulled her in harder, feeling the desperate attempts at breathing coming from her opponent. The camera was watching all of this move. Lacey grinned at the thought even more widely. “Come on...you know you want to.” She said as Layla’s socked feet struggled to find a way to kick out of this. “Be a good girl and tap out.”
It was almost a full minute. As Layla’s movements slowed and her struggles weakened, she finally, mercifully whined out something into Lacey’s breasts. “What was that?” Lacey asked. Again it came, in a more desperate tone. “Again?” She asked. Then Layla whimpered and tapped three times on Lacey’s side. She let her fingers drift up and down the place where she had tapped however, and Lacey did not let that go unnoticed. She let go however, rolling off of her new friend and opponent.
“One-Love to me.” She grinned and looked at Layla where she lay beside her. “Got...lucky. That’s...all” Layla responded but she smiled at Lacey all the same. “Won’t happen again.” She said and winked. “We’ll see.” Lacey smiled and helped Layla to her feet. They took a moment to drink some water and take a break to let their muscles recover. “You know...I haven’t forgotten what’s at stake here.” Lacey smiled. Layla cocked an eyebrow and looked at her. “Oh really?” She said. Lacey nodded and leaned over Layla, into her ear. Taking a page out of her book, she whispered where the camera could not catch the words.
“And when I win...I’m going to take my time making you scream my name. They’ll call security on us when I’m done fucking you into a sobbing mess.” She said, her bravado increased by her victory. Layla was not cowed however. She shivered and leaned back into Lacey. “Really now? Because I think I have so much waiting for you, you’ll be thanking me for beating your ass in no time.” Their hands explored each other’s sides briefly before Layla spoke again.
“Uh-uh. No. Bad princess. We’ve gotta wrestle first remember?” She said in a sexy and sultry voice. “Come on...let’s get to it.” she finished. upon hearing this, Lacey jumped to her feet and went to the opposite side of the room, stretching her limbs and biting her lip at the punk rock goddess across from her. She wanted it. She wanted HER. But she knew she’d have to earn her.
TO BE CONTINUED