First time writing something like this so I hope you enjoy it.
Scarlett Johansson vs
Lupita Nyong'oThe match was over.
Her plush lips twisted in a haughty smirk, Scarlett paced a slow circle around the panting form of her opponent, the blonde’s hands resting on her hips. Over the course of the themed match, she’d slowly, methodically and near-sensually wrung the fight – and the will to resist – from Lupita until the other actress couldn’t even stand. And she’d clearly relished every crushing hold she’d applied.
For the themed match to promote the release of their new Jungle Book film, Nyong’o had come at the fight with all the ruthless aggression of the wolf but Scarlett had proven her match. Dressed in a leotard decorated with a scale pattern and green tights, she’d withstood everything the Kenyan had thrown at her and struck back with the tactics of a python.
Bear hugs, crushing scissors of all sorts, stretches, those suffocating smothers… Every bit of Scarlett’s offence had been aimed at draining her opponent and the majority had been aimed squarely at her midsection. All to set up her planned finisher.
Expelling one of the spectators from his chair with a regal wave of her hand, Johansson sank into it and drew Lupita to her. The other actress did her best to fight back but Scarlett was insistent. Like her character’s coils, the blonde patiently worked her legs into position, using her own arms to dig through Lupita’s tired attempts to fend her off until – as Lupita whimpered in panic alongside her own sibilant sigh of satisfaction - she locked her ankles and the pressure began.
To her credit, Nyong’o fought. Or she tried. But the curvy blonde’s thighs felt like stony bands constricting around her ribs, the muscles of her sleek legs feeling like solid steel as they bore down inexorably. Before long, the fighting became struggling.
Johansson kept squeezing.
That became writhing.
Johansson kept squeezing.
That became whimpering in agony.
Johansson squeezed harder, harder,
harder.
And that whimpering became frantic tapping, Lupita’s hand slapping furiously at Scarlett’s shapely leg and then at anything else she could reach.
But Scarlett ignored it. Eyes alight with triumph, she arched up using the arms of the chair, tightening her bodyscissors until she could have sworn she heard the Kenyan’s ribs
creak under the pressure. The only sound she made was a throaty growl of satisfaction and she didn’t relent until she had squeezed the last dregs of resistance from Lupita’s frame.
When her foe went limp, only then did the blonde unlock her vice to let Lupita flop boneless to the carpet.
Reclining in her chair like a queen in her throne, Scarlett almost glowed. Glancing up at the cameras, she offered a devastating smile, running her hands down her legs. It took the audience a moment to realise the sound they were hearing was the noise of Johansson’s stockinged thighs rubbing together. Because it sounded like all the world like a giant snake slithering towards its next victim.
