The JOB Squad vs. Blair Dame - Bow Down to the Queen

[BlackAkuma]

Though this was far, far from Blair Dame’s first kiss, she would ruefully remember that it had been a while since her lips had been pressed to another woman’s, or anyone’s, for that matter. While she did have sexual encounters, most of them involved domination of some kind, and generally her ass, smothering of some kind. She wasn’t in a hurry to kiss a face that had been against her cheeks, even though she did keep them clean.

She had forgotten how much she loved the sensation, the taste, the heat. It helped that Brittany’s lips were exceptionally kissable, as well. She wasn’t participating much, it was mostly one-sided, but Blair had no problem doing all the work. Considering what she was going for, it was practically required.

When she pinched the woman’s nose, the struggling began in earnest. Brittany was strong for a smaller woman, deceptively so, but she couldn't hope to match the White Widow’s power. She held on, clamped tight, rode down her every attempt.

Sure enough, Brittany began to succumb to the oxygen loss, weakening with each passing second. Blair Damen sought to make her last moments as pleasant as possible, as her tongue slid around the woman’s mouth and her thigh pressed against her lap, grinding against her to deliver some fleeting pleasure.

[ADarlingDucky]

When Jennifer and Olivia had been dispatched, it had been from the heavyweight bluenette taking her massive, famous rear end and burying them within it, leaving them smothered underneath her until they had both fallen unconscious. It was hot, humiliating, and it seemed to be the most common way that Blair chose to dispatch her foes, if her nickname was any indication. And that was why, for the most part, everyone was surprised when she suddenly yanked Brittany in and locked lips with her, bringing their bodies flush together, while she wrestled the cheerleader's tongue down with her own. It was shocking, most of all to Brittany, who's eyes went wide as she was taken into the french kiss with preparation at all, only to find that Blair wasn't just doing this to show off or establish dominance, but rather to put the coup de grace on Brittany with a highly unorthodox smother!

When her nose was pinched, the brunette began to panic, writhing against the woman who held her, but the longer that the kiss drew on, the weaker those struggles became, Brittany slowly ceasing to wiggle in her grasp. Instead, a warm feeling would well up within her, right in the pit of her stomach as it spread outwards. Blair was warm, exceedingly warm, and she was at the same time firm while being incredibly soft.

She felt amazing. Brittany's hands would drop to her foe's sides, slipping down slowly along the swell of her hips, lingering ever so slightly as she kissed back, overwhelmed by pure, sapphic lust.

And then, all of the sudden, her arms would slide the rest of the way down and fall limp at her sides, her body relaxing fully into Blair's as her consciousness left her, the brunette passing out within the heavyweight's grasp. The final cheerleader was now limp in Blair's grasp, and all three had suffered quite the humiliating loss, bested in short order by the White Widow!

[BlackAkuma]

Yes, Blair Dame was the Queen of the Reverse Facesit, but there was something to be said for variety. It was good to mix things up every now and then, try something new. Her body was lush and large, offering many way to dispatch an opponent. Sometimes she indulged in a breast smother, or a forward facesit, or even an armpit smother, and then there was this - finishing the match with a kiss. Let it never be said that Blair Dame is a one-trick pony.

Besides, she was about to have all the facesitting opportunities she could handle. Three new seats, at her beck and call. What more could be asked for in life?

Blair Dame did not fail to notice that, as Brittany faded, she seemed to not only accept her fate, but embrace it - for a brief, fleeting moment, their lust was mutual. That was an interesting thought, but she put it aside for the moment as her foe withered. She broke the kiss, then gently laid the cheerleader in the middle of the ring, as the referee called for the bell and made it all official. Victory was hers, not that such an outcome was ever in doubt.

But Blair Dame’s work was not yet finished. As her theme music played, she made her way around the ring, retrieving the other two cheerleaders and dragging them into the ring. She took a moment to arrange them, side by side, so that the first thing they saw upon waking would be her towering form.

”Up, up with you all. Up, you slugabeds.” She prodded them with her foot, nudging their chest with the toe of her boot to try and rouse them. ”I trust you all enjoyed a blissful sleep?”

[ADarlingDucky]

All three cheerleaders slept soundly. It seemed that Blair Dame, for as roughly as she had handled them, had still sent each one into quite the peaceful slumber, as even Jennifer, who had been out the longest, remained solidly asleep. Of course, that very fact would mean that Blair had put a definitive stamp on the conclusion of this match, with the bell sounding loudly, not even that being able to rouse them. It was only after the White Widow went to retrieve both Jennifer and Olivia, dragging them out from their positions at the edge of the ring and pulled them to the center to join Brittany, before Blair would give them each a nudge, the cheerleaders all beginning to wake from their respective slumbers.

"Uuuugh... my head... wh-what happened?" Jennifer's eyes opened, a hand moving up to clutch her skull almost immediately, as she rolled to her side, glancing over at her two companions.

"Nnngh... she... she got lucky... that's all..." Olivia groaned from next to her, managing to push herself up to a seated position and glance over at Jennifer, looking at her with a mix of dizziness and annoyance. It wasn't hard to imagine that there was some words that Olivia likely had for her partner who had been taken out first thing. Of course, she was a bit more confused when she turned over to find Brittany laying on the other side of her, the brunette having been asleep for the least amount of time. And yet, in spite of that...

"Mmmmhh... hhhmmm..." The brunette's face was flushed a bright red, and other than opening her eyes, she had scarcely moved, her body remaining still, while her legs shifted ever so slightly, thighs rubbing together. She didn't even glance over at Olivia or Jennifer, simply staring up with wide, dizzy eyes at the blue haired woman towering over them. Now that she thought about it...

"...Ah fuck." Was the only thing that Olivia could muster as she looked back up at the woman clad in white, recognizing what losing meant, and what the trio of cheerleaders had just signed themselves up for!

[BlackAkuma]

The crowd was bathing Blair Dame in applause, which she appreciated, though she frankly thought it wasn’t warranted. Yes, she had defeated three opponents, but quality was what mattered in the ring, not quantity, and these three were so lacking in the latter that their superiority with the former hardly mattered.

”Now, now,” Blair Dame wagged a finger at Olivia as she protested and refused to accept the reality of the situation. ”Do not be a sore loser, dear. It’s unbecoming of a lady. You must take this as a learning experience. A lesson I will happily reteach, should the need arise.”

Though her voice stayed pleasant, there was some edge to her final words as she stared down Olivia, a not-so-hidden message that she hoped the woman would take to heart.

With that done, she idly strolled around the ring, looking down at her felled foes, expecting them from head to toe. Young, nubile, pretty, all of them. They would all make fine seats. Her gaze lingered on Brittany in particular. Perhaps it was simply because she was the most recently knocked out, but the woman seemed quite dreamy.

”I trust you all remember our arrangement. I promise not to be too demanding on my seats, and I will even make you a small concession - should any of you defeat me in single combat, you will be freed of your obligations. Though I suspect it will be a great, long while before any of you achieve such skills.”

She turned away from them with a pivot of her heel and raised her arms high, stretched and putting the full musculature of her back on display. ”For now, let us see how well you three follow instruction. If you do not wish to be put back to sleep, you will, all three of you, kiss the cheeks that now rule you.” She looked over her shoulders with a knowing smile. “I expect full kisses, as well, not mere pecks. Do not skimp on the tongue.”

[ADarlingDucky]

Stubborn and hotheaded as she was, Olivia was prone to making poor decisions based on letting her emotions get the best of her. Despite the appearance that this might give off, however, she was not stupid, far from it. So when Blair turned her head and fixed her with a withering gaze over her shoulder, that combined with her words made the tomboy instantly shrink back down, her confident and labored words quickly shrinking with her as Blair took a brief stroll around them, taking stock. Jennifer and Olivia both kept their eyes on Blair, leaning ever so slightly of the direction that she was in, while Brittany was busy trying to push herself back up, a somewhat different look in her eye as she gazed towards the blue haired beauty that had bested them all.

When Blair completed her brief lap and came to stand in front of them again, spinning so her back muscles could stand out against the spotlight overhead, it was obvious what was coming. They had agreed to it after all, and with her massive, infamous ass now presented directly to them, the three cheerleaders were under no confusion about what she was looking for, even before she said it. It was time for the trio to pay up.

There was some hesitancy at first, but not for very long. They had all seen what Blair was capable, and there was a definite sense that none of it needed to be repeated.

“Uugh… this is so not cute…” Jennifer huffed, but the blonde had been the first one to feel Blair’s power, and didn’t want another splitting headache like the one she had now. And so she’d lean forwards, planting her lips on Blair’s left cheek and giving it a nice, long smooch. Plenty of time to leave a lipstick mark against her foe’s rear, a humiliating reminder of her capitulation.

“This… BLEGH!” With a noise of disgust, more so over the defeat in the ring than the current act itself, Olivia followed suit, leaning forwards to plant her lips against Blair’s right cheek, a similarly long kiss to her partner’s, to ensure there would be no problems. When she was finished, Olivia scooted back and wiped at her lips, as if to undo what she had just done, though a similar kiss mark now appeared on Blair’s right cheek. And all that was left was Brittany. The mostly silent cheerleader would shuffle forwards wordlessly, reaching out to grasp Blair’s hips as if to stable herself, before… leaning forwards, and burying her face directly in Blair’s buttcrack, sinking between her cheeks and into the soft rear of her foe.

“Uh… Brit?! Brit, hellooooooooo?!”

“Oh my god this is so embarrassing.” Despite her compatriots words, Brittany simply nuzzled her face against Blair’s rear end, seemingly unbothered by anything else. Perhaps the White Widow had affected her more than she even realized, as Blair would most certainly be able to tell, even though nobody else was seeing it, that Brittany was living up to the command given and kissing her rear end.

Oh boy was she kissing it.

[BlackAkuma]

Ah, this was what Blair Dame was made for.

She felt completely like a queen as she stood there, bathing in her successes, reveling in her victory, And quite a victory it had been, too - how many wrestlers could boast of defeating three opponents in the same match? Precious few, she suspected. While, yes, her opponents had been less than impressive, it was still a small feat best them one after the other, and to do so with little in the way of actual damage. Her head was still a touch sore from the kick she took, but that was a trifle. If the match had been more competitive, she wouldn’t even have noticed it.

With the match itself out of the way, it was time for her servants to give her due homage and show their obedience, and to their credit, they did so. Not without reluctance, mind you, but that was expected. She would need time to properly break them, like all good pets, but it would be worth the effort. Blair Dame knew how to handle the unruly ones.

Though, for one of them, that would be much less necessary, it seemed…

Jennifer and Olivia - she was fairly certain those were their names - did as she bid. With no small amount of reluctance, but they did it, pressing their lips to her cheeks. It was hard for her to see from this angle, but she was fairly certain they did it long enough to leave marks with their lipstick. She made a note to check for it when she got backstage and take pictures.

Brittany, on the other hand was far more…enthusiastic. Blair Dame’s regal facade slipped for a moment, as she went wide-eyed, surprised by the woman going above and beyond her commands. She nestled her face deep between her cheeks and went to work from there, practically facesitting herself. A warm, steamy feeling made its way through the White Widow’s body, and for a moment she had the notion of letting them play out to an interesting conclusion.

Later. Later. There was no need to rush.

She chewed her lip, enjoyed the sensation for a few more seconds, then stepped away and let Brittany’s face go free. ”That will be enough. For now.” She looked down on the final cheerleader with an intrigued eye, considering her for a few more moments before she faced the others. ”Your tributes were acceptable, all of you. I’m convinced you will all make wonderful seats. I’ll be in touch and summon you when your services are required, ladies. Until then…” She blew them all a kiss, with a wink on top. ”Adeiu.”

With that, she gave Brittany a soft pat on the head and promptly strolled out of the ring, making sure her butt swayed appropriately with every step, much to the crowd’s growing appreciation.