Lucy's head smacked against the cream colored desk as she released an annoyed guttural groan. The light of her computer screen bathed her in an artificial light that made her white hair reflect around the room like a disco ball. Her eyes were clamped closed and her head spun like it was stuck on a merry go round. Annoyance was at the forefront of her brain but stopping wasn't an option just yet.
History had invented many different form of torture, all of them terrible, but in the 21st century the greatest form of torture was birthday shopping. Lucy had looked at over a hundred mugs, two hundred plushies, games galore, crafts, board games, gag gifts, wrestling outfits. She had been through the trenches. She had braved shopfront after shopfront til her eyes were bloodshot red and still her cart was empty, barren, desolate.
The perfect gift didn't exist and nothing less than perfect would do. One of life's greatest paradoxes.
She could've cried, but crying would do nothing more than advance her headache and make her wish for a nap. So she gritted her teeth, looked up again and continued to scroll. The sketchy website she was sitting on zoomed by like a car in a NASCAR race, blurring in front of her eyes like a drug induced haze. A 'your purrfect' mug with a picture of a cat stared her in the eyes, the cat smiling at her as if it was about to laugh at her plight. Her fingers curled around her mouse, her knuckles began to turn as white as snow.
"I am going to fucking crush you." She muttered through choked up lungs. She swore the cat's smile grew in response.
Her fist began to lift. She was going to do it. She was going to teach that mug a fucking lesson. Her fist trembled in the air, eye's bloodshot as all forms of sense dropped from her exhaustion addled brain.
Suddenly a small flicker pulled her focus. Her head slowly shifted as if it was stuck on a swivel. Her fist hung in the air, unused. What was that? Was it her savior? Was it the thing that would finally end this torment?
It was an ad. A colorful little ad that matched the seediness of the site she was currently on. Red and black lines formed over a picture of a wrestling ring with words scrolling from left to right across the small section of window. 'Call now and make your wrestling fetish a reality! Call now! Call now! Call now pussy!' It felt like a challenge, like a piece of the website reaching out and demanding she interact. Her mouse hovered over the ad, twisting back and forth as if deciding what to do. To click or not to click, that was the question. To catch a virus or to condemn oneself to continue the search for a perfect gift that would never come.
"Well.. at least a virus would spice things up. Maybe it'll send all of my contacts my search history." Lucy coldly laughed. Was she actually considering this?
Suddenly a website sat in front of her features, beaming red and black hues down onto her face that made her look akin to a clown. The website looked like something you'd find on the dark web, an old early 2000's styled website. Everything was static, colored in a dreary red and black with white Calibri font. Lucy sat with a surprised look on her face, surprised such an unreadable website was even allowed to exist. Lucy clicked aimlessly on the website, searching for something that would give her some idea what she was even staring at but all that came of her clicking was the realization that most of the text was placeholder. Lorem Ipsum. Gobbledygook. Meaningless Latin. She shook her head, this endeavor was futile and meaningless. She had just given some random attacker access to her whole setup for nothing. She sighed gently, it was time to return to her hell of searching through hundreds of listings.
Then she saw it, how she had missed it was anyone's guess, shining above the din sat a single phone number to call for the good time she was seeking. It felt like a number you'd find scrawled on the inside of a stall in a gas station bathroom, a cruel joke, another way to play with the small amount of hope she had remaining inside.
"I swear to God, this better work." She whispered to herself as she lazily reached across her desk, swatting away empty chip bags and grabbing her old as dirt phone.
She typed the numbers in slow, looking up at the website multiple times to make sure she didn't get a single number wrong. She'd hate to accidentally call a sweet old man and proclaim that she was looking to setup a wrestling match. Finally she stared at her phone for far too many minutes, thumb hovering over the call button as she wondered just how far she'd continue with this little detour. There was a small part of her that hoped no one would pickup, that she'd be told the number was no longer in use. A small shiver ran up her spine. 'Call now pussy.' Her mouth settled into a thin line. It wasn't fair that the ad was allowed to get a rise out of her.
Her thumb smashed the green call button and the phone began to ring which caused a jolt of surprise to rock Lucy's system. The phone almost slipped from her hand as she jumped, sweat instantly beginning to form on her brow. Her hands cupped the phone, bringing it slowly to her ear as she listened with bated breath. There was no way this was real right? There was no way an actual person would answer right?
Click.
A whiny nasally voice filled Lucy's ear, causing her to softly gasp. "Hello, thank you for calling fantasies incorporated. This call will be recorded for quality assurance. May I ask who's calling and why you're calling?"
"U-Uh.." Lucy's voice was stuck in the bowels of her throat, fighting for survival as she quickly tried to find the words like puzzle pieces hidden among a stack. She managed to get two broken words from her lips. "L-Lucy.. W-Wrestling."
The line was painfully silent for a moment. She could feel the judgment emanating off the person on the other side of the phone. Then the nasally voice came back in full force as if it had finally decided this conversation was worth continuing.
"You unfortunately have the wrong line for our wrestling division. This is the loan division. Please wait while I transfer you." Click.
"Loan division..? W-Wait!" It was too late. Lucy's questions would have to remain unsaid. The mysterious (and slightly annoying) voice on the other end of the line was gone, replaced with the song of silence.
The silence only lasted for a moment though as suddenly static filled elevator music blasted through her phones speaker and caused her to cringe in horror. She was sure now, she had died and went to hell. This had to all be a horrendous nightmare that had gone on too long. She'd awaken, moments later in the safety of her bed, cuddled close to Snickers with Alice spooning up against her. She was sure of it. Then a robotic voice erased her sureness and replaced it with dread.
The music paused. "Place in line: 84. Please hold." The music continued.
Lucy groaned and once again her head thudded against her oak desk, making a defeated thud as she closed her eyes and hoped for the sweet release of death.
"Place in line: 50. Please hold."
"Place in line: 20. Please hold."
"Place in line: 5. Please hold."
Lucy's fingers wrapped tighter around the phone, her excitement mimicking a child on Christmas as she bounced up and down in her chair. This was it. She was finally going to talk to a human. At this point the fear of being punked had completely dissolved. The hold music had instilled within her a sense of legitimacy in this company.
"Place in line: 6. Please hold."
"Wait what." Lucy sat dumbfounded. Six was definitely more than five.
"Place in line: 5.5. Please hold."
Lucy's head rocketed towards the desk a second time. This was it. She was putting herself to sleep. She was now almost for sure that the hold mechanism was completely busted and would keep sending her up and down in line as much as it pleased. The wind whooshed past her ears, the sound of hold music faded to the back of her mind and was only audible through a distinct muffle, her eyes began to close as she welcomed the cold harsh wood on her face. Then she stopped. The hold music was gone and instead a distinct sound of ringing took it's place. Lucy sat up confused, shaking her head which caused her perfect white hair to tumble down her shoulders. "Oh my God. Oh my God finally!" She nearly broke into tears, holding the phone like it had just saved her from a burning building. A smile shot across her lips and finally the ringing stopped.
"Hello, thank you for calling fantasies incorporated. This call will be recorded for quality assurance. May I ask who's calling and why you're calling?"
Lucy's smile dropped. It was the same nasally voice from earlier. The same one that had thrown her into the pit without explaining a single damn thing. She had been forced to endure almost an hour of hold music by this point and yet all she had done was gone in a massive circle. She stumbled over her words for a moment, face beginning to glow red.
"Excuse me? Anyone there? Just a prank caller huh? Well we have your number and will be providing it to the local authorities, have a good day."
Lucy jumped out of her chair, shouting at the phone. "WAIT! Wait wait wait wait wait."
No click. She was safe. This nasally voiced middle manager secretary was giving her mercy.
"Yes ma'am? May I have a name and how we can help you?"
Lucy sat back down in her chair, worming left and right against the suddenly very icy leather. This was it. She was finally in. She could finally procure a birthday gift that would be worthy of the best person on the planet.
"Lucy. Wrestling. We talked earlier I believe." Her voice held a hint of annoyance within it.
"No ma'am we most definitely did not." He was lying. He was definitely lying. There was no way this was a different person. Lucy couldn't fathom two people sounding like they both had spit lodged in the back of their throat, forcing them to talk completely through their nose. She sighed. This was a battle she wouldn't win so surrender was the only option.
"Fine. I guess I was mistaken. Now.. Wrestling?" Lucy had no idea what to ask or how to ask it.
"Yes ma'am we do provide wrestling services." The voice was oddly withholding of information Lucy greedily wanted. It almost seemed like the secretary enjoyed toying with her, treating her like she was some horny idiot.
She sighed. "I had guessed that already. I would like to purchase a service please. Ideally a complete match. This is going to be a birthday gift for someone that is close to me." Her voice held a slightly pleading tone to it. This was her final gambit, her last charge, her final hurrah; she didn't want to search anymore. She just wanted to get this over with.
The voice on the other end heard her desperation and that mixed with the promise of money caused him to turn from vengeful god status down to more of a greasy car salesman. Lucy could really feel the charm barreling through his nostrils as he spoke.
"Ah! Well we have a few perfect options that could be perfect for you. Our first option would be just a basic match, complete with a few moves and a pin starting at $300-"
"Wait. 300$?"
"Yes ma'am. Those are the numbers I said. You may want to turn up the volume on your phone if you can't hear me."
Lucy looked down at her credit card which was strewn haphazardly on her desk, she swore it was giving her judgmental eyes. She sighed again. "Continue please."
"The basic match is normally for sleazy guys just looking for a taste of wrestling, it typically lasts 5 minutes."
Five minutes was nowhere near enough time for something meaningful. Hell, Lucy could probably set up something more cohesive right here at home.
"Do you have anything more... comprehensive. Something that might mimic an actual wrestling match? Something that would get a spectator excited?" Lucy turned up the desperation, practically begging for information.
The other end of the line sat painfully silent, not a word spoken from either side. Lucy started to get fearful that she would hear another click before being sent straight back to shopping hell.
"H-Hello?" Lucy said.
"Yes ma'am we do have something known as the queen's match which would mimic something quite close to two rivals wrestling. It's as real as wrestling can get without being full blown assault."
"Full blown what?"
"Never mind that ma'am. The queen's match is $1500. Do you want it or not. There is a line behind you."
Lucy looked over her shoulder before suddenly realizing what the support person meant. She said a silent prayer for all the poor souls stuck listening to the robotic voice talk over the sound of static coated elevator music.
"O-Oh.. $1500 is a lot of money.." She stared at the glimmering piece of plastic that laid on her desk. Her credit card was screeching at her to use her brain. Her fraud protection was screeching at her to use her brain. Her brain was screeching at her to use her brain. She ignored them all and embraced stupidity. What was life without risk?
"Fine. I'll take it."
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A car alarm went off nearby and Lucy clutched at the wheel, a bit of sweat dripping down her features as she feigned a smile. Her foot instinctually pressed tighter to the accelerator and the car rumbled forward at a breakneck pace.
This was the part of the city most people tended to stay away from. The buildings were run down and dilapidated, squeezed together with only small dark alleyways fitted between. The dreary faded orange bricks desperately needed a makeover, leaving the street colorless as if it had been sucked of it's happiness. The street was more pothole than asphalt. Gangs roamed the streets and thieves hid in the alleyways. Currently the street was empty, devoid of any form of life for miles; a ghost town. Lucy swore she could feel eyes watching her from every angle which sent a shiver wrecking havoc on her spine.
"Not the nicest part of town is it? How far did you say it was?" Alice looked bored, her hand tucked under her chin with her lips set in a straight line. Her eyes watched the passing buildings with a dwindling amount of interest.
"Uh.. It's actually right here. I think." Lucy leaned in towards the dash, her eyes snapping between the muddily written address and the building that towered over them. There was no way this was it. She had to have gotten the address wrong.
Her arms began to shiver as she parallel parked between two old beaters and sat just in front of a glass door that was more crack than glass. A building as old as time sat above them, giving off the air of a motel six that had long been abandoned. It was shroud in neon signs that hung from the edges haphazardly, giving a look into the buildings past; Hospital, Brothel, Club, Motel. This building had been everything yet today it proudly wore a neon sign proclaiming it as the 'Lonesome Cat, Motel and Amenities.'
Alice slowly turned her head like an owl that was searching for food in tall grass. Her lips were set into a playful smile and a giggle sat embedded into the back of her throat. One of her eyebrows was cocked and a question sat unsaid on the edge of her tongue. Instead she decided to poke fun, her voice breaking the bewildered silence that sat between the two. "You know we can fuck at home right? It's not against the law. We don't need to go to a motel to have sex."
Lucy's face went pink, her head nearly slamming into the steering wheel as she sighed gently. "I-It's not FOR that. Trust me, you're gonna love this." The words felt like a lie as they left her lips. She didn't even know what 'this' was going to be.
Alice nearly broke into laughter, her thin lipped smile growing as she nodded. "Okay, okay. And... Just to make sure we're on the same page here. You do know I don't enjoy getting beaten up in the wrong part of town right?"
Lucy slowly turned her head, her lips twisted in an annoyed frown with eyes that carried a threat of death. "Just get out of the car."
Alice broke into laughter. "You're lucky you're cute when you're angry." She said as she slipped from the car, slamming the door shut behind her and making her way towards the sidewalk.
Lucy sat in silence for a moment, staring at the dreadful building that stared down on her like a vengeful God. "I should've just bought the mug." She whispered to herself as she stepped out of the car and hurriedly followed after Alice.
Lucy had a waning hope that the inside of the building would disperse her fears; that the duo would be greeted by a water fountain and a sweet secretary with gilded floors and a chandelier. The second the doors opened though that hope was dashed and shredded to pieces. Instead they were greeted by a lobby that mirrored the outside. Disheveled and faded wallpaper with tile flooring that was cracked and broken. The whole inside was painted a piss yellow and the smell mirrored that sentiment. Alice instinctually put a hand over her nose. "Oh god." She whispered. "You have a piss fetish. I knew it. You know it's MY birthday right? Not yours?"
Lucy rolled her eyes. "Shut up. That's not what this is." Secretly she loved Alice's jokes, and in any other circumstance she would've died laughing; but right now her heart was trapped in her chest, beating an uneven beat as nerves wrapped their tendrils around her form. Her eyes scanned the room for a moment, apparent disgust appearing over her features til finally her eyes settled on a stout man who sat behind a faded wooden desk at the front of the lobby.
He looked up through glimmering glasses which he pushed up his pig like nose. Lucy could hear him heavily breathing from across the room. He dismissed them with a nod and looked back down at the chunky monitor that sat in front of him. Lucy approached cautiously, every footstep feeling wrong and broken as she traversed the broken floor. Alice strode confidently behind her but didn't speak a word, this was quickly becoming a comedy show and Alice much preferred being a simple observer rather than a participant. She still had a playful smirk on her face, continuously looking at Lucy with an eyebrow cocked as if she was questioning her every move.
Lucy stood in front of the man, waiting patiently for him to notice her.
He did not. Instead he sat engrossed in the monitor, watching with varying amounts of interest.
Lucy cleared her throat, knocking a knuckle on the wooden desk which caused the man to look up, raise a brow, and then go right back to staring at the monitor with a slightly agitated expression on his face.
Finally Lucy broke the silence. "Excuse me."
The man sighed, looking up at her as if she had just smacked him across the face. His voice came out in a nasally whine. "What?"
Lucy recognized that voice; It was the same one that had spoken to her on the phone. "I think we spoke on the phone? I'm Lucy, here for an appointment. The.. birthday surprise?"
The man stared at her dumbfounded, his glasses sliding down his nose. She could see the recognition on his face but he slowly shook his head instead. "Nope. Sorry. You must be mistaken. I don't take calls. I DO however see your name in the system. You can go on up. It'll be the third floor, first door on the left."
Lucy was flabbergasted, her mouth agape and her eyes wide. Either this corporation had thousands of workers who all sounded the exact same or this guy was blatantly lying. Her lips pursed, poised to say something, to accuse the man and catch him in his lie but Alice quickly grabbed her arm sensing the impending argument.
"Jeez Lucy. How many guys like that are you cheating on me with? You can't even remember what they all sound like."
Lucy grumbled under her breath, following Alice up the stairs while shooting daggerish looks over her shoulder at the pig like man. Suddenly her breath caught in her throat, the monitor the man was watching had a guy stuck in a headscissor sitting front and center on it. "Pervert." Lucy whispered which received a hard tug from Alice, forcing her to trip up the stairs.
The duo stood in front of a door that resembled something you'd see in an apartment complex after their uneventful climb up the stairs. The numbers '301' were gilded along the top of the door and a small peephole sat front and center, staring the two down. Lucy was nervous, her hands feeling clammy as she closed and opened her fingers. This was it. This was the moment the two had been waiting for. This was the big birthday bash. Lucy's arm shakily raised, fingers quivering in the air as they slowly formed into a fist. She edged closer and closer til finally her knuckles graced the solid wood and sent a knock spiraling down the hallway with a thudding echo.
"Come in." The voice was small and delicate, cute even though it was muffled.
Alice turned Lucy and slowly began to grin. "I thought you weren't into three ways."
Lucy sighed, pushing past her and opening the door. Then she stood in the doorway, amazement covering her features while Alice peeked in from behind.
The room was a contrast to everything seen so far, an oasis in the middle of a colorless desert. The room was welcoming and cute; so cute that it caused Lucy's fears to melt away like ice left in the hot sun. Lucy had always adored the color pink, it's simplicity, how cute it was, how colorful and romantic it could make something. This room had that in spades, pink walls, pink carpet, pink mats, pink sheets with a pink bedspread, pink plushy bunnies with pink toys (yes, sex toys), pink tulle that clung to the ceiling, and pink curtains that covered what could only be assumed to be a pink window. Alice looked disgusted, Lucy looked amazed.
"Did you design this room?" Alice leaned in and whispered.
"Shush. It's perfect. You're just jealous." Lucy retorted.
The room was simple in design, small and cramped with only a bed and pink rubber mats taking up the majority of the space. The walls were lined with plushies and toys (again, yes, sex toys) that were displayed like trophies, sitting loud and proud atop shelves that were secured to the walls. The mats stretched over most of the floor, nearly meeting the two at the doorway but stopping just short. The bed took up the back half of the room, facing Lucy and Alice.
Lucy marveled at the new setting for a moment, drinking it in like a girl lost in a candy shop. This was what she had expected. This was welcoming she had wanted. Her eyes were stuck on a massive bunny plushy that sat against the back wall. She wanted it; maybe after she won she'd take it.
"Do you like my room? I designed it myself."
Lucy's head snapped nearly 90 degrees, she had nearly forgotten that they were not alone in this room. Her eyes met a creature who resembled a succubus yet had the voice of an angel. Lucy softly gasped, taken aback, the girl who stood before her could have been her twin. White hair cascaded down her shoulders and sat sprawled along her back. Tiny blue eyes stared inquisitively at Lucy like a lion wondering why a deep had walked right into it's den. Her thin lips kept transitioning between a welcoming smile and a slightly condescending smirk. Her entire face was framed by a soft jawline that ended at a pointy chin. Lucy's eyes began to slowly trend downwards, drinking in the other girls voluptuous body.
She didn't hide a single curve, letting it all show right out the gate in a tight black latex bikini that stretched and morphed to her body like a second set of skin. Everything was far too tight, sinking into her soft body and accentuating curves in a sexually stimulating sort of way. Lucy could already feel drool running to the edge of her lips as she stared, taking in the soft belly that begged for her touch, the round ass that begged for her spank, the perky breasts that begged for her squeeze. Her fingers began to uncurl, white knuckles fading to pink as her fingers fidgeted with her thighs. Alice gave her a nudge, a soft little elbow to the side as she cleared her throat. Lucy's head bounced back up to the other girl's face and she quickly realized that she had walked in and began to stare like a creep.
Lucy cleared her throat, her voice sounding small and pathetic as it drifted from her lips. "A-Ah. Hi. I'm Lucy. We have a reservation I think?"
"You think? Do you have a habit of walking into strange wrestling motels and stepping into random rooms?" The girl ended her point with a small giggle, raising a hand like a queen asking a peasant to kiss her ring. "I'm Julie. Charmed."
Lucy reached her hand out slowly, taking the delicate fingers in her grasp. A small gaps left her lips. It was like touching silk or caressing a plushy. Julie smiled knowingly, she had done this song and dance many times before.
Julie slowly peered behind Lucy, her eyes intrigued as she watched Alice fidget with her fingers.
"And you must be the birthday girl. Alice, I presume?" Julie strode past Lucy, nearly knocking her aside like one would a garbage bag before stepping closer to Alice and once again raising her hand.
Alice was shocked. Her mouth was slightly agape as she hooked her fingers into Julie's hand and held it for a moment before breaking the greeting. "Lucy.. I'm so confused hun. You really need to catch me up on what exactly is going on here. Is this a cuck thing?"
Julie broke into soft girlish laughter that seemed greatly exaggerated. She stepped away for a moment, going to the opposite side of the mats and staring patiently at Lucy as if waiting for her to reveal some master plan.
"Y-You'll see.. Just be patient. I promise this is going to be worth it." Alice's lips slowly folded into a solid line, and her eyes narrowed disapprovingly. She hated surprises, being prepared was one of her core tenants.
"You can sit on the bed if you'd like. Sorry. Normally we don't have spectators and honestly.. you seem much too special for a dusty old chair. Feel free to play with my plushies. Lucy dear, is that what you'll be wearing? I do have outfits if you need one." Lucy swore she could hear the sneer in Julie's voice as she said that; as if Lucy was too stupid to bring her own outfit. A bit of red slowly came to settle over Lucy's cheeks.
Lucy shook her head slowly, tugging at her white shirt and pulling it over her head. Her fingers then went to her jeans, dragging them off and revealing her body clad in a similar white latex bikini. A small sigh of relief left her lips as she tore away from her clothes, feeling like a prisoner who had been freed of their jail cell. The icy air of the room slowly wrapped it's tendrils around her body, digging in deep to her already stimulated flesh. Her white bikini bottoms stuck to her thighs, sinking into the round supple skin and cinching it gently. Her top grasped at her breasts and outlined her already stiff nipples. Her beautiful white hair hung around her features, little blue highlights fighting for control among the sea of white. She looked like Julie, but everything about her was slightly less defined, slightly less sexy, slightly more real and maybe even a bit more cute.
Lucy tossed her clothes off to the side as it sat strewn haphazardly along the edge of the mats. Julie raised an eyebrow. "Are you always so rude when you're in other people's rooms?"
Lucy blushed softly and uttered a tiny 'sorry' which was promptly ignored.
"I think we're ready then. Did you have anything else you wanted to discuss Lucy?"
Lucy shook her head.
Julie slowly stuck out her tongue, letting it wiggle across her lips as she smiled softly and raised her hands. "Then let's wrestle. Ding. Ding. Ding."
During Julie and Lucy's foray Alice had been slinking around the mats, looking curiously at every single piece of the decor. She couldn't figure out what Lucy had planned, even though the answer was being dangled in front of her face like a carrot on a stick. Her fingers touched the soft material of the bedspread and slowly she hopped up onto the squishy bed, crossing her legs and sitting back on her hands in a carefree manner. She watched through slightly worried eyes, watching the two face off like gladiators preparing for combat. 'Combat'. There it was. Alice's eyes began to widen and she slowly sat up. Then the words 'wrestle' slipped off Julie's lips and instantly Alice's cheeks turned red. This was her gift. Her own private wrestling match between her girlfriend and another cutie. "F-Fuck Lucy.. What are you doing?" She whispered under her breath.
Lucy heard Alice's faint words and shivered softly, starting forward cautiously across the mats. Her every step was accentuated with an annoying squeak as her sweaty feet gripped and rubbed against the shiny rubber. She wanted to look, to see how her girlfriend was responding to her gift finally being revealed but for some odd reason her eyes were stuck in a trance as they stared at Julie's body. Julie took her time, strutting across the mats like she owned them, like a model demanding attention on a runway. Her head was titled, staring at Lucy through sweet and innocent eyes that held a restrained resentment. It could've all been for show, but Lucy swore this girl hated her the second she had walked into the room.
The two met in the center of the room, slowly walking in a semi-circle with arms raised and smiles exchanged. Julie was the professional here so she talked first.
"You look a little worried Lucy, everything alright? You sure you wanna do this?" Her tone was like Stevia to sugar; a fake sweet that could be tasted.
Lucy began to blush, feeling the soft lines of red crawl across her cheeks at an agonizing pace. She slowly shook her head and tried to respond accordingly. "C-Course I do. A loser l-like you is a free win."
"A free win huh? Well we'll just see about that won't we? You're so cute. Let's see if you're still cute when you're tapping out."
Lucy's face nearly went white, tendrils of fear slowly wrapping around her body and making every step take twice the effort. Julie was picking up on this fear, dining on it like demon in the dark. Finally the time for words was done, and all that remained was the soft squeak and crunch of crusty old mats giving in to sweat soaked feet.
Julie pounded like a lion, going low as her arms wrapped tight around one of Lucy's legs, she began to pull and yank like a gardener removing a weed at the root. Lucy's leg came up, foot dangling off the mats as her arms moved in a semi circle rotation.
"W-Woah!" She squealed, her hands grabbing at Julie's back as her long nails gripped the soft and squishy flesh. She tried to steady herself, bouncing up and down on one foot with her body wobbling dangerously back and forth. Julie's face was pressed along her side with her lips gingerly leaving tiny kisses along Lucy's sweat soaked skin. Julie's body was bent at the waist with her chunky little booty shimmying left and right.
"L-Let go!" Lucy whined, pounding her hands against Julie's back and leaving tiny red hand prints in her wake. All this seemed to do was egg Julie on, leaving her smiling and giggling like a girl getting away with something horrendously naughty. She could feel Alice's eyes stuck to her behind, memorizing it's shape before being left mesmerized by the way it munched on the tight bikini. She wanted to look over her shoulder, to entice her crowd like a proper performer, but first she had to deal with the whining bitch who was currently stuck in her grip.
"Mmh.. How about you make me Lucy. You know this is a wrestling match right?" Julie's words brushed against Lucy's skin and sent shivers down her spine. Lucy had almost forgotten that this match would be as real as it could possibly get.
Julie tugged up on Lucy's leg and sent her careening down to the mats like stone being tossed from a catapult. Lucy landed with a thud, the mats welcoming her with open arms as they squished down like a pillow and clung to her skin. The air rushed from Lucy's lungs and her eyes widened in surprise as she gagged on the air around her. Instantly she realized she was in a perilous position, the imagery being picturesque for Alice. Julie stood above Lucy with a smirk playing on her lips, holding tight to Lucy's leg like it was a rogue plushy she was about to cuddle with. Julie looked like a cruel goddess that was about to issue a flood of the world. Her eyes were dark and twisted, nasty in nature as she stared at Lucy. Lucy wiggled on the mats, kicking her leg feverishly as she tried to escape Julie's clutches. Fear was the scent of the evening and it filled the room like an air freshener.
Alice sat drooling, her legs shifting left and right as she watcher her girlfriend make mistake after mistake, her cute little rookie.
"L-Let go! Let go!" Lucy squealed, kicking her leg pathetically as it sat stuck under Julie's arm. Her free leg shuffled back and forth across the mats, swinging up to gently kick at Julie's open leg and do nothing other than make her giggle.
"What's wrong Lucy? I thought you wanted to wrestle, let's wrestle bitch. What was the scenario you wanted again? A... Champ versus challenger match right? I think that's a bit too good for you. You remind me more of pathetic little jobber champ." Julie's talked as if she was staring at a delicious meal, her words filled with a hunger that could never be satisfied.
"Let's hear that squeal baby." Julie accentuated her words by twisting Lucy's leg and sending her to her stomach. Lucy's nails gripped at the mats and began to tear like a kitty cat attacking at a scratching post. She tried to crawl away, only making it an astounding inch before being stopped in her tracks. Her lips were opened wide, her eyes were opened wide, her legs were opened wide, she was on display, a meal begging to be eaten which Alice's eyes promptly gobbled up.
Julie knelt, position the tip of her knee right between Lucy's cheeks and splitting them like Moses splitting the red sea. Lucy's soft bubbly butt formed up around Julie's leg, sweaty jiggling flesh on delicate taut skin; the two body parts fit together like puzzle pieces. Lucy's bottoms sank deep into her ass, disappearing under Julie's knee and shin while Lucy struggled with a renewed vigor. Lucy began to smack angrily at the mats, furious that they weren't giving her the grip she needed to escape. She was trapped, stuck under Lucy's weight and fully at her mercy.
"Awwh. You look so cute down.. Now.. Squeal." Julie's tone turned dark, losing any hint of sweetness it once had. She yanked Lucy's foot up, holding it by the ankle and displaying it like a trophy. Lucy's leg was at a ninety degree angle and bent at the knee, her foot up in the air and held tight in Julie's grip. Julie began to twist Lucy's foot like a bottle cap, rotating it to the right. Every twist received a scream. Lucy's muscles groaned, her bones begged, sinew and skin screamed. Lucy's lips began to twitch, her eyes began to widen far past their limit, making her look like she had plopped onto the mats straight out an anime. A screamed barreled from her throat, alighting the air with her agony.
"M..MMMGH! G-GOD! S-STOP!" Her head swung back and her eyes slammed shut. Her tongue sprayed spit into the air as her fingers began to curl. Her nails began to dig deep into the mats, tearing at the soft rubber like material. Her leg was radiating a hot pain that traveled through her body in a wave and navigated her spine like a ship sailing for her brain. She couldn't do much other than wiggle, to lightly struggle and send a hand back that would pitifully slap at Julie's body.
"Awwh.. What are you trying to do? It's so fucking cute. You want me to stop? How about you MAKE ME." The end of hr sentence was punctuated with another twist that sent Lucy's foot to an almost ninety degree angle.
Lucy's thighs began to quiver and tears began to form at the edges of her eyes. Hell didn't even begin to describe this. The most she had ever done was play wrestling but this was painfully real. Her foot felt like it was sitting on the edge of breaking, twisted like a spring that was coiling in on itself. Her bottom lip began to quiver as tiny begs left her lips. She was lowered to nothing in the span of a minute.
"P-Puh... M..Mmgh.. P..PLEASE!.. PLEASE DO SOMETHING ELSEEE!" Her voice erupted in a squeal which got louder by the minute, the tone was high enough to break glass.
Alice was in heaven witnessing hell. Her chest rose and fell in quivering little gasps as her thighs rubbed alongside each other. Her hand was already rubbing along the top of her thigh, nails digging into the soft jean material and indenting her skin that sat hidden underneath. There was a temptation there, a begging for a touch, an asking for a fuck. Drool was sitting on the edge of her lips, promptly licked off. In that moment she would've done anything to have her thighs wrapped around Lucy's face, sending herself to a kingdom of pleasure where she ruled.
Julie finally released; it was much more fun to play with her prey, to force their mind to be as clear as mud before she finally gave them the finishing blow. Lucy's foot struck the ground like an abused toy, her toes wiggling as if making sure that they could still be used. Her foot softly kicked the mats in an irritated fashion. Lucy's head hit the mats like a falling stone, relief washing over her body and making her forget her troubles. Her hands sat motionless, fingers extended. Her breath came out in small pants, like a dog that had been left out in the hot sun; a bitch if you will.
"Oh? I'm sorry? Do you think we're done?" Julie said gently, running her fingers through Lucy's luscious white hair. She gave a quick glance over her shoulder and saw Alice's state, smiling gently. Her own breath started to come out hotter, feeling delicious on her tongue. "Such beautiful hair. I'll be honest Lucy.. I'm quite jealous of your hair. Let's see how well it pulls shall we?"
Lucy instantly whimpered. "W-Wha- MMGH!" She didn't even complete her thought, instead her scalp screaming with her lips as her white hair pulled taut by Julie's wandering fingers. Julie had moved up Lucy's body, sitting her thick cheeks on the back of Lucy's spine. Her thick cheeks were like butter, melting over Lucy's back like two smooth, squished water balloons. Lucy went from trapped to definitely trapped as she sat stuck under Julie's lithe body. Her head was slowly tilted up and back, her slender neck being shown off like a trophy. Julie kicked up her feet, sitting proper on Lucy's back and securing Lucy's arms over her thighs. Lucy already had an idea of what Julie was doing, she knew a camel clutch when she saw one. She instantly started to shake her head back and forth, trying desperately to show her disapproval.
"N-No!" Lucy's voice squeaked.
"No? Do you know this hold Lucy? You wanted me to let go of your hair right?" Julie shook Lucy's head left and right, causing spit to fall from Lucy's mouth.
"M..Mmh.. S-Shut up." Lucy whined gently, shaking her head intensely even though her scalp screamed in response from the catty hair pull.
Julie leaned her head in nice and close, putting her lips against Lucy's ear so she could hear the next words loud and clear. Her soft voice drifted from her lips and tickled the edge of Lucy's ear. "Now.. Why would I do that? Don't you like my voice? Your little girlfriend back there seems to love the sound of my voice. Now.. Let's hear your voice huh? Squeal for me jobber champ." Julie's hands slowly wrapped beneath Lucy's chin, fingers interlinking together like chains that were locked around a prisoner.
Lucy did squeal, and scream, and blubber and gag and beg and whine as her lips just couldn't manage to stop moving. Her teeth grinded together as her spine twisted in on itself. Her entire body was bathed in flame as her lung spit out what little air they had left and refused to take more air in. Her feet feebly kicked on the mats, making little indents in the soft rubber as her fingers wrapped tightly into Julie's squishy thighs; her nails began to indent the flesh, pressing it down like putty as it consumed her fingers like a goop. Her eyes slammed closed, trying to acclimate to the pain that was wrapping it's long tendrils around her body and squeezing the life from her. Her bottom lip began to quiver and her teeth grinded tighter as if trying to keep the stream of screams that sat lodged in her throat under a lock and key. Finally her teeth separated and words exploded from her lips at a breakneck pace.
"MM..MMGH! L-LET GOO.. LET GO LET GO LET GO. My.. My F-Fucking.. My fucking BACK! M..G-God... S-Stop..." Every word was whiny, twisted, broken and mixed with a squeal. She couldn't take the pain. Her body was on fire, but she didn't pay 1500$ just to give up in the first few moments of the match.
Alice was stuck in a trance, watching as Lucy's feet kicked the mats like drumsticks working away on a drum. She watched the slight wiggle of Lucy's ass as it squirmed left and right in that unbelievably puny bikini. Her eyes ran up Lucy's legs and began to look over Julie, taking in that soft and sensual flesh as it formed up from the strain of pulling back on Lucy's chin. She could've stared at this sight all day with her jeans began muggy as her panties stuck to her thigh. She was drooling, panting, begging to see more as her nails began to slowly dig into the soft jean material. "C-Come on Lucy.. D-Don't give up." The words were meaningless and hollow, she didn't want Lucy to win, she just wanted her to take more punishment like a good jobber champ.
Julie twisted back on Lucy's chin til her head was squished between her breasts. Lucy's face was stuck in a grimace of pain, her head wiggling left and right as if saying 'No, stop' but there was absolutely nothing she could do. She was locked in the camel clutch til Julie got bored. Julie's boobs began to form up along Lucy's cheeks, squishing down softly on her face til she was perfectly framed like a beautiful picture. Julie sat there, laughing and making snarky comments while leaning back to increase the pressure of the already nasty hold.
"What's wrong Lucy? Can't escape? Come on bitch.. Didn't you come here to wrestle? I think Alice loves watching you lose, maybe you should lose like this more often."
Abruptly the pain stopped as Julie suddenly released her fingers and allowed Lucy's spine a rest. Lucy leaned forward, held up by her arms that were currently trapped over Julie's thighs. Her white hair dangled in front of her face like a curtain, shielding her cute face from view and making her unrecognizable. Sweat was dripping off her nose and splashing down onto the already soaked mats. Little pants were erupting from her chest and she nearly began to cry, already soaked in so much pain. Julie ignored her, simply putting a hand on the back of Lucy's head and disrespectfully pushing her forward so that she landed with a pitiful thud on the mats. Julie sat there for a moment, slowly raising her cute thin arms into the air and striking a small pose. She looked over her shoulder at Alice and gingerly circled her lips with her long tongue. Her hand came down like a bolt of lightning and struck her left cheek with a thunderous smack, causing the flesh to jiggle and wiggle all while she stole Alice's gaze.
"You know.. You don't need to be such a prude. Feel free to.. touch yourself if you'd like. I'll pretend not to watch." Every word from Julie's lips was coated in lustful arrogance.
Alice's eyes widened and her breath hitched in her throat. Her fingers sat dead still, not moving an inch as she tried to quiet the fire that was currently burning in her cheeks. How did Julie know how she felt? Was she being that obvious? She looked down and her suspicions were instantly confirmed, a darkspot was growing and spreading down her thighs like roots spreading from a tree. She didn't say a word, but the offer sat in her head and tempted her to do the unthinkable.
Julie simply shrugged and pushed up to her feet, rolling her shoulders a bit as she stood over Lucy like a lioness standing over it's kill. "Well Lucy? You gonna get up? Come on sweetheart. Don't you want to wrestle? You paid so much money for this.. are you really just going to lay there like a ragdoll?" Her foot came out, softly striking and probing at Lucy's side as if she was trying to start a destroyed engine. Lucy jolted and wiggled with every small kick, little bits of spit dripping from her lips as she coughed and gagged. She pushed to her hands and knees while sweat dripped off her face like rain falling from a rain cloud. Her cheeks were a new hue of red, humiliation. She stumbled forward, walking an inch or two on her hands and knees, not knowing where she was going or what to do. Her head was spinning, her spine was sending dull thrums of pain pulsing throughout her body. She made her way towards the edge of the mats, every single inch taking a strenuous amount of effort. She looked exhausted, like she had just finished running a marathon while being sick. Drool was dripping off her lips, her eyes were half opened and her body wavered back and forth like she was drunk.
"M..mmgh.. A-As soon as I get up.." Lucy whimpered, reaching a rogue hand out for the pink wall. The plushies above her stared down their noses like a judgmental crowd.
Julie was following close behind, never letting her prey get too far away. She watched with fading interest, a snarky smirk sitting pretty on her features as her fingers slowly coiled and uncoiled as if begging to grab and attack.
"Did you want a closer look at my walls Lucy? You said that you loved the pink. Want a closer look?" Julie slowly lifted a foot, her toes dangling in the air.
Lucy wasn't able to say a single word through her exhausted lips as suddenly a foot met the back of her head and slammed her face forward. Her lips met the pink wall like a train crashing into a brick wall. Her entire face squished down like a pancake as her nose crunched down against the drywall. Her lips sat open, small bits of drool dripping off her lips and dropping onto the drywall before making their way down to the carpet in little streams.
Julie grinded her heel into the back of Lucy's head, entangling the soft white strands into her sweat soaked toes. The sweat and scent of her foot ruined Lucy's beautiful hair, making it sopping wet with sweat and light amounts of dirt and dust. "Awwh.. I'm ruining you." Said Julie through her obnoxious smirk. Lucy flailed, her hands grabbing feebly at the wall with her nails digging gently into the drywall and begging to tear at the paint. She tried pushing away but the pressure on the back of her skull was intense, She couldn't move, forcing her to kiss the wall like it was a beautiful goddess. Julie finished the move by tying her toes into Lucy's hair, pulling and yanking at the beautiful strength with a twisted hairpull. She pulled Lucy's face away the wall, Lucy's features stuck in a pained grimace as she clawed at the wall to try and get away from Julie's foot. Finally Julie released and Lucy flopped forward, face down ass up.
Alice was stuck to the bed, sinking into the sheets and the squishy mattress. Her eyes refused to blink, not wanting to miss a second of the fight as her perfectly pedicured nails ran up and down her thighs. Her fingers were begging to sink between her and send pleasure throughout her body; they knew what she wanted, she knew what she wanted, her brain knew what she wanted but her heart stood in the way while screaming about morals and a conscious. Sweat was streaming down her brow, falling down her shirt and sticking between her breasts. Her eyes focused on Lucy, watching her as that cute pale ass sat wiggling in the air, thick cheeks swallowing that precious white bikini that she loved so much. Finally she came to a compromise with herself, finding her way through a web of moral implications; Lucy had wanted this, Lucy had set up this entire present on her own while going through hoop after hoop; she wanted Alice to lay back and enjoy her present; and so Alice did just that.
Alice slowly laid back, resting her spine into a plushy's stomach, it's arms wrapped around her shoulders, gently hugging her neck like a warm, soft lover. Her fingers danced up her thighs, rolling over the jeans. One hand instantly went between her thighs and softly rubbed up and down her outlined pussy lips. The wetness began to coat her fingers and soft amounts of pleasure began to drift around her body and send her into a drooling, mesmerized haze. It was good, but she needed to be closer. Her free hand was helping with that mission, fumbling with the latch on her jeans so that she could work the tight pieces of denim off her body and down her thighs. Suddenly she was laying on the bed, her beautiful black hair dancing over her chest as her head wavered back and forth. Small moans were already becoming lodged in her throat but she held them back, a bit embarrassed with how she already lost control. Alice was normally stoic, sure of herself in every way and dripping confidence; now though she had been reduced to a quivering mess with her fingers rubbing up and down her pink cotton panties. The skull designs that had once been visible on the pink material of her panties were now covered in dark spots and morphed from the way that her fingers sank into the material.
Julie didn't need to look; she could smell the scent of sex slowly filling the room. There were three difference scents; the scent of Lucy's enjoyment, the scent of Alice's and now the scent of her own. Julie kept catching herself in the middle of a moan, tossing it to the back of her throat. She was a professional, and professionals didn't get high on their own supply. Though she was currently tempted, this was by far the best match she had ever done.
"Awwh Lucy.. what's that little darkspot hun? Is someone enjoying this?" Julie lifted her foot and smacked into Lucy's already jiggling ass. "Come on Lucy.. Get up. Use the wall sweetheart. We're not done."
Lucy moaned softly from the kick, and her cheeks became as red as hot coals from the mention of her enjoyment. She was loving this. The realness of it was sexy, the way Julie treated her. The way that she was being humiliated right in front of Alice. She was drowning in a heaven of her own creation, but it was a delicate dance playing with humiliation and wrestling; her body was sore, her pride was broken and her whole body felt exhausted.
Lucy reached out, nice and slow, her fingers rubbing on the wall before sticking from the slick sweat that was forming on her hands. She pushed to her knees, resting her face on the wall and breathing heavy. Every movement was excruciating; it felt like she had a 50 pound weight tied around her body that was begging her to lay down and tap out. She dragged herself to her feet, going as slow as a turtle as she hugged the wall. Her chest formed up against the pink drywall, two massive orbs squishing down and jiggling in her tight bikini. She stood there panting, hot quivering breaths leaving her frowning lips. She looked to her left and stared into Julie's dominant eyes, watching that scintillating smirk glisten on her face under the soft lights shining down from above. Her eyes then looked over Julie's shoulder towards the bed, where she saw Alice staring at her through lustful eyes with her fingers tucked between her thighs. A small humiliated yet loving sigh left Lucy's lips, staring at the way Alice's slender fingers rubbed up and down the softly outlined lips of her pussy. Julie stepped to the side, blocking Lucy's view and forcing all attention to be on her.
"Mmh.. No, this is between you and me jobber champ. Now come here. Come wrestle me." Her voice drifted off her tongue like a siren from the sea.
Lucy pounced at Julie, arms raised with her nails barred like claws. She threw herself into Julie, wrestling pathetically as her ragdoll like body slammed into Julie's sturdy stance. Julie didn't budge nor move, wrapping her arms around Lucy's body and holding her tight as Lucy feebly and pathetically tried to push against Julie with her worn out form. "Awwh.. Is someone tired?" Whispered Julie, her words brushing past Lucy's ear and sending a shiver down her spine. "I can help with that." Every word from Julie sounded sensual, dripping from her lips like cum during sex. Her arms wrapped tight around Lucy's back and her fingers intertwined like a shackle before she pulled Lucy up and off her feet and displayed her in the air like a trophy. Lucy's spine felt the blunt of the force, bent and twisted around Julie's soft forearms and twisting out in a shape that looked like a 'U'. All of the air was quickly forced from Lucy's lungs, sending a gasp from her lips that made it sound like she had just been stabbed. Her mouth formed into an 'O' and her arms waved desperately in the air. She watched on with slight tinges of madness in her eyes as Alice's finger caressed her clit, soft moans coming from the bed and filling the room with a sound of pleasure. Lucy began to desperately kick her feet, thrashing around like a fish on a hook as she tried desperately to escape the sharp shooting pain that was currently pounding her body. Her head leaned forward then slammed back as screamed tore themselves off her lips.
"F-FUCK... G-GET OFF!... GET OFF YOU B-BITCH!" A scream, a helpless, pathetic, scream from the girl who had walked into the room so confident just moments before.
Julie smiled a wolfish little grin. "Awwh.. Still tired? You can rest your head.. right.. here." Julie slowly rose to her tiptoes and brought her breasts forward in one smooth motion. Her thick breasts melted over Lucy's face like snow turning to water. Thick jiggling breasts quickly filled her mouth and nose, clamping around her features and shutting her up like a radio being smothered with a pillow.
Lucy squealed and kicked her legs with a renewed vigor, trying desperately to escape as her head turned left and right. She was met with nothing but breasts, cheeks turning as red as dying fire while her hot breath caused the entire smother to become rather muggy. She drowned on the scent of her own breath, she gagged on the soft scent of sweat, she burned on the fiery heat and she sucked on the soft flesh that fell right into her mouth. The pale white breasts mashed on her face like boxing gloves, sending her head left and right as spit slipped from her lips with every turn of Julie's body.
Julie on the other hand was smiling, shaking her chest left and right while tiny thwaps and smacks came from her chest pulverizing Lucy's breathless face. "Awwh.. You know most people pay so much money just for this move alone. Do you like it Lucy? Can you breathe sweetheart? Come on. Say something bitch. Say something. Let's get a little closer to the bed, that way Alice can really see how pathetic you are."
Alice laid on the bed, licking her lips over and over again as if she were parched. Her fingers traced around her clit, feeling the sweet and delicious honey that dripped from her pussy and caused her thighs to be slick and shiny under the lights. Her eyes felt like they hadn't blinked for minutes, observing closely as Julie came closer to the bed. She saw it all, the angle of Lucy's back, the way the breasts swallowed her face, the redness of her cheeks, the smacking of her palms, the kicking of her lips and that ass that just wouldn't stop jiggling; she took a mental screenshot and committed it all to memory, this deserved to be remembered. Her finger glanced against her clit, causing the soft bean to radiate pleasure throughout her body. She was close, almost too close at this point. She was riding an intense line, one that left her hazy and breathless, not even able to speak. She caught Julie sending lusty glances her way, watching the show she was putting on as her cheeks slowly became stained with red. "F-Fuck.." Alice whimpered. She wanted to finish, to get the ecstasy she desired but she also was entranced and begging to see this match through to the end.
Julie finally pulled back, allowing Lucy a merciful breath which she gulped down thankfully. Lucy began to breath and gasp as if she had been freed from drowning, her eyes were drunken, half over and closed as her head swung back and forth. The pain in her back was muted now, barely even there as Julie slowly coiled her arms tighter around her spine. "Come on Lucy.. This is honestly far more pathetic than I thought it was going to be. Do you even know how to wrestle?"
Lucy knew the answer to that question but currently there were small bubbles of spit spreading across her lips; she was in no condition to speak. Julie slowly released her arms and dragged Lucy up onto her shoulder in a delicious fireman's carry. Lucy's stomach pressed gently into the bone and muscle of Julie's shoulder, making her feel uncomfortable as her brain spun around in her head. "L-Let me.. Mmgh.." Lucy head went slightly limp, her head cascading down Julie's back with her blue highlighted tips tickling at Julie's thick cheeks.
"Awwh.. Let you what Lucy? Do you wanna get shown off a little?" She looked over at Alice and slowly turned to face her.
Then like an Olympic medalist showing off a trophy she displayed Lucy like a prize. Lucy's thick ass was pointed directly at Alice, giving her a personal viewing of those jiggling cheeks bouncing around desperately as they tried to escape Julie's shoulder. Julie reached her hand up, massaging the left one gently, her fingers softly dug deep into the flesh, making it bounce and wobble to her touch. Her nail skated across the perfect, blemishless flesh and dug in gently to send hints of pain down Lucy's body. Lucy moaned in response, loving and hating it as the slick wet spot that floated over her cheeks grew darker by the moment. Julie's finger gently dug into Lucy's bikini, tugging up the soft material and sending it deep into Lucy's ass, showing it off the way it was meant to be show off; in a thong. To finish Julie reared her hand back and slapped it against Lucy's ass, waking her up and causing her to howl. Her hand sunk deep into the jello like skin, causing it wobble and bounce from her catty spank.
"Awwh? Did you like that Lucy? Did that feel good? How about after this match I put you over my knee and give you a spank for every mistake you made." Julie brought a finger to her lips, flicking her eyes up as if pondering the thought.
Alice's mouth dropped and her finger began to rub with a renewed sense of responsibility. She started to moan a deeper, more guttural moan. At this point the bed was soaked, thin lines of a drippy substance rolling around the sheets and over the plushy's fur. Her thighs were soaked slick and her jeans sat at her ankles; it was an animalistic image but one that always seemed to occur when someone was seeing their favorite fetish in action. Julie shot her a look and smiled.
"Nuh uh.. Don't finish just yet. I don't want you to miss the best part." Her voice a mere whisper, but still holding enough command to force Alice to slow down.
Julie stepped away from the bed, feeding off of Lucy's moans and groans and wanting to give the perfect ending to such a delightful match. She slowly began to spin, causing Lucy's brain to spin in her head as the entire room melted together like a landscape outside of a train window. Her eyes began to spin in their sockets as Julie twirled faster and faster. Lucy felt bile building in her throat and threatening to come free before finally Julie shot forward and slammed Lucy back first onto the open mats. A thud echoed. The room shook. A plushy fell off of a shell. The bed rattled. Then all was still. All was still as Lucy laid on the mats in a shattered little leap with her body bent at an odd angle. Her arms were splayed out and little tears had formed up in her eyes as she softly moaned and groaned to herself. Her fingers began to twitch as her spine caught up with the action and began to scream inside her body. Her blood boiled. She was so irritated and angry which was only exaggerated as Julie slowly leaned over her. Julie's form blotted out the lights and cast Lucy in shadow. Julie tiled her head to the left and gave Lucy a delicious smile that said 'I'm better than you'. Lucy gritted her teeth, raising a hand as if to grab at Julie before grimacing in pain and dropping it so that it could caress her back. Her body arched and her fingers ran up and down her spine.
"Come on Lucy.. Gonna get up? Get up bitch. You talked so big at the start of the match. When are you actually gonna wrestle huh? If i didn't know any better I'd say you actually enjoyed getting beaten up." As Julie spoke Lucy slowly began to sit up, trying her damnedest to get up and continue the match.
"Awwh.. Are you running away? Come on bitch. Say something. TALK. Make this entertaining. You're so fucking boring." With every word more tears became evident in Lucy's eyes. Julie began to march forward and Lucy began to scoot backwards, dreadful squeaks erupting from the sweat soaked rubber as Lucy tried to escape Julie's wrath.
"That's right baby.. Go sit along that bed. I have a nice big treat for you." The second those words left Julie's lips Lucy had struck the edge of the bed. Her back sat along the edge of the mattress and her head just barely poked over the top. Lucy looked like she had just been soaked in the ocean, a steady stream of sweat streaming from her forehead and sticking to her matted hair before dripping down and descending into her curvy cleavage. Her breath was coming out in small misty plumes that disappeared on the icy air. Her head was leaned forward, eyes barely visible as she stared at her extended legs and wiggling toes. She couldn't move, her body demanding that she stay still as aches and pains crawled throughout her entire form. She felt like she had just finished swimming the length of the pacific and Julie still looked just as perfect as she had when they began. Suddenly Lucy saw Julie's feet and she slowly looked up through drunken, glassy eyes. Her head wiggled back and forth, softly shaking side to side as if she was trying to say 'no'. She could hear Alice's moans in her ear which cased even more sweet honey to descend into bikini bottoms and stick to her legs. Every part of her outfit stuck to her as if it was all trying to mold to her body. Her bikini top latched to her breasts and her bottoms were rubbing painfully up between her lips and cheeks, showing her off in such a pathetic state.
"G-Get a-...a-away b-bitch.." Lucy murmured, her voice getting lost under the sound of Alice's moans.
"What was that Lucy? I couldn't hear you. You want me to finish you? Is that what you were saying?" Julie slowly turned around as she spoke, wiggling her lips and showing off an ass that utterly dwarfed Lucy's face.
Lucy's eyes began to widen and her thighs slowly rubbed together. Embarrassment began to fill her cheeks and she slowly began to shake her head with more vigor. "N-No.." She whimpered, her voice sounding like small and meek.
Julie didn't say anything back, instead her feet slowly shuffling backwards, edging closer with every second. She stopped just short of Lucy's face, instead just hovering her ass over those delicate pretty features and letting Lucy observe and smell like a good little loser should.
Lucy was wide eyed and stunned, her bottom lip quivering as she watched the black material of Julie's bottoms sink deep into her cavernous booty. The soft sleek material look like a river of oil streaming through Julie's crack. It looked soft and stretchy and the scent that was emanating off her booty caused Lucy to visibly gag as the scent of sex and pure unfiltered ass met her face from inches away. Thick cheeks jiggled back and forth, smashing against the piece of black latex that sat between; they were massive enough that they could've fit two of Lucy's face. Lucy slowly began to kick her legs, tiny kicks of disapproval that made even tinier sounds which reached Julie's ears. Julie began to smile, this had always been her favorite part. She played it up like a succubus, reaching back and cupping her cheeks in her palms as she slowly pulled them apart like a baker pulling apart slices of bread. The soft putty like flesh squished down in her fingers and opened up like a mouth that was begging for a treat. Lucy's mouth opened, her bottom lip quivered and she slowly began to shake her head back and forth quicker.
"N-No.. P-Please don't s-sit on me." Her hands came up and pushed against the jello like flesh, sinking down deep but doing nothing to halt Julie's disgusting attitude.
"No? You don't want my big creamy ass on your face?" Julie slowly looked over her shoulder, seeing how much of Alice's attention she had garnered. She could see an astounded look on the girl's face and she instantly knew she had hit a soft spot. This was the part she had to focus on.
"I'm gonna drown you in all this ass Lucy. I'm gonna sit on you til you tap out like the little bitch you are." Julie accentuated her point with a small wiggle of her hips, inching her booty ever closer. By now the soft latex material of her bottoms was slowly molding over the tip of Lucy's nose.
Lucy's eyes were wide, she could feel her chest rising and falling like a greased up piston as her breath began to spill from her lips in quickened pants. "S-Stop it.." She said, her tiny voice lost between the thick cake that was wiggling in front of her face. Her thighs were suddenly slick, humiliation coating her features like a tantalizing mask. She was about to get her face sat on directly in front of her girlfriend; that thought left her drooling. She wanted to look, to glance over her shoulder and see Alice's face as this happened but the moans that were tickling her ear told her all she needed to know. She was going to make this the best birthday gift that Alice had ever received.
"What was that Lucy? I couldn't hear you. Your voice was kinda muffled by my cheeks. Actually. How about you just shut up for once. Put your nose where it belongs."
A small moan wormed it's way from Julie's lips as she sat back and felt Lucy's nose caress the innards of her ass. Her thick creamy cheeks munched on Lucy's features, hot breath mixing with lines of streaming sweat and turning the stinkface into a sauna. Lucy was suffocating, her lungs burning desperately as they begged for a breath of fresh air. Her nose began to twitch, the soft smell of ass assaulting her nose and making her see through a disgusted (yet turned on) haze. Her feet began to kick with more vigor, heels digging into the mats and indenting the soft rubber as small thuds erupted around the room. The soft material of the black bikini stretched around her features like a mask, caressing her nose and wrapping tightly around her mouth. Her lungs began to burn, to beg, to plead for some sort of air. She tried to breathe through her nose but the smell caused her physical pain and made her eyes water. Breathing through her mouth led to stretchy bottoms entering her lips and forcing her to suck sweat and sexy honey. Her fingers pawed at Julie's ass, smacking and tugging at the thick cheeks while sinking into the soft flesh. Her head started to spin, her mind taken over by the scent of sex. Small moans sat stuck in the back of her throat. She felt humiliated as her cheeks began to glow red.
"What's wrong? turning into my own personal heated seat Lucy? How's it smell sweetheart? Does it smell good?" Julie laughed lightly, shifting back further so that she was sitting plainly on Lucy's face.
Lucy's neck was pushed almost to a ninety degree angle, the back of her head pressed lightly into the mattress as Julie's thick ass melted atop her face. Her feet stopped kicking, instead shuffling back and forth as her spirit began to break in half.
"G-Get off.." She whined through gritted teeth. Her fingers began to paw lightly at Julie's thick cheeks, softly pushing and pressing on the playdough like flesh as she tried desperately to get Julie off.
"Mmh.. No. I think I'm just gonna sit right here til you tap out. Are you done Lucy? Have you had enough? Maybe I'll just keep you around as my own personal seat. That's all your good for anyways." Julie giggled, wiggling her hips back and forth as if she was wiping her ass against Lucy's face. The dark stretchy bottoms stuck to Lucy's nose, rubbing painfully over the tip of her nose.
Lucy's spirit was broken, her pride completely gone. She was soaked, begging for a sweet release that would never come. She was left hanging on the edge, addicted to her opponents ass. Her nose was digging into all the right places and Julie was begging for more.
Julie's breath was coming out in thick and soft bursts. Her eyes were beginning to spin in her head and a small haze was taking hold of her mind. She hadn't accounted for Lucy's face being the perfect shape for her ass. There was something delicious about imagining the face of someone so unbelievably cute becoming horridly ugly under her sweaty cheeks. Julie slowly wandered her hands down to the area that sat between her thighs. Her fingers began to slowly rub up and down across her pussy, feeling the lips quiver under her fingers. Her breath hitched in her throat. She could feel Lucy slowly withering away under her cheeks. Lucy's fingers were digging deep into her cheeks, pushing feverishly to try and get her off.
"C-Can't breathe!" Squealed Lucy.
"W-Wrestle your way out bitch." Julie whispered through a lustful voice.
Julie began to softly bounce her cheeks, feeling Lucy's face dig deep into the soft material of her bikini. Her pleasure grew and she felt herself approaching the tip top of the mountain. Her honey soaked fingers slowly ran up her lips and sat directly over her clit. She softly rubbed away on the button, feeling it wrestle under her fingers. Strands of pleasure wrapped their way around her spine, sending her eyes deep into the back of her skull. Her mouth opened softly and her head tilted back. She bounced her ass with more force, digging Lucy's face deep. Her fingers played with her clit, rubbing around the cute little button. Her body reacted the way she wanted it too, shivering and quivering to her touch while she slowly lost control. "F-Fuck.." Julie whispered through her barely open lips. She started to loser herself. Her vision became blurry, her mouth became dry, her entire body trembled with every single light touch. She began to rub faster, rubbing her fingers around the button. Her breath hitched. She was there. She was on the tip. Her entire body felt like glass and all it was going to take was one final touch to cause her to break. Things just weren't perfect though. There was something she wanted, and she was about to get it.
"Come on Lucy. Wh-What's wrong hun? Huh? You gonna pass out? Are you really already done?"
Lucy had been a shivering mess this entire time, not saying a word other than squealing and pathetically pawing. Her body felt slow, like it was attached to a heavy weight before being dropped into the ocean. Finally she gave her surrender. It didn't take much to get her there; she had been ready to submit since the camel clutch. Her fingers came up, her broken pride in every small smack as she tapped her submission on Julie's thick booty, feeling the soft flesh jiggle on her face. "M..Mmh.. I-I... I give.. N-Now.. G-Get off.." Lucy begged and pleaded, her nose feeling nearly broken from all the incessant bouncing.
There it was. The tap. The finish. The small little taps caused a crack in Julie's glassy body. Her eyes rolled up and her lips trembled and bubbled. Her fingers began to shakily rub up and down as her spine twisted and rolled. She didn't get off Lucy, instead she stayed right where she as and began to softly grind her hips back and forth. Lucy was drowning in thick creamy cheeks that filled her mouth and nose. She couldn't breathe and so drool slowly began to bubble off the bottom of her lips. Her lungs began to burn and beg while pleading for a hint of air. Julie wasn't going to get up though, riding the wave of her pleasure.
"A..A..MMGH... G-God..." Julie said through clenched teeth. Her head flopping forward and her spine finally stopping it's twisted dance. Her entire body felt like it was wrapped in electrical shocks. She started to tremble lightly, thick streams of honey dripping down her thighs and falling onto Lucy's breasts and body.
She stayed there until Lucy stopped moving, KOed, Knocked out, put down by a superior ass.
Julie slowly dragged her body off of Lucy's face, turning around to stare at the Lucy's unconscious form. Lucy was barely breathing, her chest rising and falling as she laid there almost peacefully. Her arms hung down off the bed, swinging around her sides. Peaceful was never Julie's strong suit. She reached in and wrapped her fingers deep in Lucy's white hair, tugging her from the bed and forcing her to lay curled on the floor in a nasty little heap. She picked up her foot and plopped it onto Lucy's cheek, forcing spit from Lucy's mouth like toothpaste being squeezed from a tube.
"There. Right where you belong." She then stood, posing with her hands on her hips so that Alice could finish to her body.
Alice watched greedily, her eyes taking in everything as if she was watching a priceless piece of art. She had stopped following the plot of the match long ago. Her fingers rolled to the beat of her breath, bumping and brushing up and down her sex and clit. Her eyes kept flipping between rolling into the back of her head and focusing on the way that Lucy's face meshed so well with Julie's ass. Her breath was shaky, small staggered breaths flowing from her lips as small moans kept slipping off the edge of her tongue. She leaned in, hunched over like a little gremlin as her legs opened wider to accommodate her soaked shaking fingers. Her tongue ran around her lips. She looked like a cavewoman, losing all sense of self as she became enthralled in her pleasure. She watched ever movement, every wiggle, every pathetic paw from Lucy. She listened to every sound, every rub and squeak from Lucy's nose tracing over the soft rubbery latex of Julie's bikini. Delightful didn't even being to describe it. Alice almost hated that Lucy had offered up this treat since she knew she'd only ever get this once in her lifetime if she was lucky.
When Lucy finally tapped Alice began to approach her end, the gates of pleasure opening up for her and begging her to come inside. She still stood at the entrance though, taking her time, feeding on every single brush of her fingers along her clit. "F-Fuck.." She whimpered, staring at Julie as she began to pose like a model. Alice observed, once again becoming an art connoisseur as her eyes began to traverse every curve and divot in Julie's body.
"Come on baby.. Cum for me." Julie's voice was tiny, exhausted, yet still held the same amount of dominance it had when this match had started.
Alice was normally the one doing the commanding yet this time she did as she was commanded. Her thumb pressed gingerly down on the top of her clit and her fingers dug deep into the soft material of her cotton panties. It was enough; hell, a blast of air could've been enough. Her eyes rolled back and she began to convulse like she was exercising a demon. Her entire body snapped left and right as her hips bucked high into the air. Her eyes rolled back and she was done, breathing soft little breaths of fresh air along the mattress while drool dripped off the corner of her lips.
"M..Mmh... M..My GOD... MMHGH.. F-Fuck... FUCK... A..Ah..." Her voice went tiny and small, nonexistent except for little whimpers and tiny moans. She began to coil in on herself, curling into a tight little ball as she shivered and moaned.
Julie watched the fireworks, enjoying them as a small genuine smile crawled across her face. It was perfect. Two girlfriends who clearly cared about each other enjoying a birthday in the best way possible. She slowly pulled her foot off of Lucy's face, seeing the growing darkspot that was spreading across Lucy's bottoms. Lucy was awake, but her pride was demolished, torn down by Julie's devious humiliation.
This is what Julie lived for, watching people enjoy the show, seeing peoples pleasure blossom before their very eyes. She had lost that spark over the years, match in, match out. She had always taken her job seriously but every match felt the same, dull and uninteresting, just some guy sitting there trying his best to jack off while stuck in a light pressureless hold. There was something so much more fun about fighting someone who was actively trying, actively enjoying, actively riding the waves of pleasure to a natural conclusion. Lucy hadn't rushed anything, she had given real emotion, something that had been severely lacking in this space for quite awhile. Julie could tell this was Lucy's first actual wrestling match, and she couldn't be happier about that fact; she loved that she was Lucy's first. Julie slowly crouched down, hovering over Lucy like a loving motherly figure. Her fingers reached out, brushing through that soft white hair as her lips wormed their way into a small smile.
"You're so cute." She whispered. "I'd love to see you again when you can actually put up a fight."
Lucy lightly groaned in response, but Julie could see the smile, the small hint of enjoyment sitting just beyond Lucy's features. Julie heard a timer ringing somewhere in the room, time was up, the match was over. She sighed gently, asking them to leave seemed like the worst possible thing she could do, a sin against nature itself; instead she reached down, hooking her arms around Lucy's body and slowly tugging her off the mats. She grunted with the effort, ending by tossing Lucy into the bed along with Alice. The two melted against one another, Lucy's arms going around Alice's body and Alice nuzzling her nose into Lucy's breasts. It was a picture perfect ending to an already perfect match. There were so many things Julie wanted to say. She wanted to thank Lucy for giving her such a wonderful match, for reigniting a passion she had once lost; instead her hands brushed along Alice's foot, tickling the soft flesh and causing a small giggle to slip from Alice's lips.
"Make sure you fuck her once this is all over. I think she's earned it." The words stained the air with lust as they dripped off Julie's seductive mouth. Alice gave a grunt of acknowledgment, nothing more. She then turned on her feet and made her way to the door to give Alice and Lucy some privacy.
The pair could keep the room for the night, they had earned it.
