The Lap of Luxury - Eleanor Gray v. Madeline Christiansen - Lingerie Bed-Jitsu Match

[FreestylePoet]

Lingerie Bed-Jitsu Match
Match takes place in an elegant, California King-sized canopy bed. The bed also has BDSM restraints with unfastened cuffs. Wrestlers will wear lingerie. Victory by submission. Hentai allowed. Winner may do whatever they want to the loser for the rest of the night.

Eleanor sat on the edge of the massive bed, legs daintily hanging. Her fingers glided like skaters across the duvet, and when they pressed into the plush of the mattress, it was like a romp through a cloud. Dark-stained pillars of wood surrounded her, and silk hung down from the canopy above. It was worth a scoff. More an airy bark of a laugh, really. She must've been the perfect picture of elegance and grace. It had been a while since she'd embodied anything close to that.

Eleanor Gray, Formerly Known as Gunner Ellie

And in a few short minutes, she was gonna dirty it all up with a sexfight... not to mention what would come after.

"Well, at least it's a hell of a vibe." She crossed her legs and leaned back on both palms, eyes cast expectantly towards the door. Who would her dance partner be for the night?

[Lightman]

One-half of the doors began to part, letting in a bit of outside light to enter the room before a tall figure, not unlike Eleanor’s, passed through. Well, first it was her long legs that made an appearance, adorned in sheer stockings, before the rest appeared through the door. Each step had a cat-like gait, careful, sultry steps as she made her way towards Eleanor.

Her heels clacked along the floor as the emerald eyes scanned up and down the former mayor. Which is wild to say, but considering what she has heard and seen regarding her former alias, this brought a lot of excitement for Madeline. Whether or not, this translates well into this special stipulation remains to be seen.

Madeline

“Shades indoors?” A light-hearted chuckle was what Madeline chose to greet Eleanor, her feet easily slipping out of those heels as she walked to meet her left side, taking a seat on the massive bed. “Hopefully those won’t be on once we get into it. I won’t allow that as an excuse when you lose~.” She says as she swung one leg over another, letting her foot dangle in the air.

[FreestylePoet]

Madeline Christiansen entered the room, looking every bit the epitome of a sensual socialite. Eleanor didn't hold herself back from looking her opponent-to-be up and down. Madeline looked like the kind of girl that could handle a bit of respectful ogling, and if she couldn't? That was good to know.

When her opponent sat next to her on the bed, Eleanor gave her a bare-skinned nudge with her shoulder. A playful way to start what would be a hell of a lot of body-to-body contact during their match. "And I won't let you use those beautiful earrings as an excuse." She held her palm out. "I can take those if you'd like, by the way. Put them on the nightstand... along with my shades." She flashed a wry smile. "In the meantime, why don't you get acquainted with our arena for today? It's pretty comfy."

[Lightman]

Considering the many ladies she has shared a ring or even a bed with, Madeline was far from being unable to handle someone ogling. It’s not as if she’s above some respectful sizing up, already enjoying what she sees, everything that Eleanor is wearing matching up perfectly. Once she got closer, she appreciated the elegant stitching on the lingerie. Could say it’s one excuse to be looking at Eleanor’s breasts.

Madeline’s legs would slip out of those knee-high heels, her stocking-clad legs looking as if they were unsheathed blades from the scabbard. She reciprocated the shoulder nudge with her own. “A fair trade.” Madeline grinned, her fingers carefully taking off those earrings. A lone foot began to stroke the length of Eleanor’s shin, up and down with the toe, adding a bit of a playful and sensual touch. “Comfy, indeed. Not too much that we’d sink deep into it. Wouldn’t be good for our posture, wouldn’t it~?” After getting the last one, Madeline dangled them at Eleanor’s eyesight.

[FreestylePoet]

"That it wouldn't. I prefer firmer beds anyway. It'll be easier for me to move around once I've got you tied up for the night~." With a smirk, Eleanor took those earrings and cupped them carefully. She'd hate to damage such pretty-looking jewelry, and many a catfighter had learned over the years why they shouldn't wear loose articles during a match.

Her sunglasses slipped off soon after. At first, she thought to place them atop the wood-and-granite nightstand sitting beside the bed. Then she realized they'd be safer inside the damn thing. She opened the drawer, then nodded her head towards it just to show Madeline where they'd be. Eleanor paused for a moment to take a deep breath. Once she finished storing their valuables, their match could begin in earnest. The actual fucking was fun, of course, but it was moments like these that really made sexfights fun. The thrill of anticipation, the daydreams of hands on naked skin.

Eventually, though, they had to give way to the real thing... God's greatest consolation prize. Eleanor closed the drawer, then crawled back onto the bed. She knelt in front of her opponent and raised her hands in participation of a lockup. "So, with that out of the way... Should we get started?"

[Lightman]

“Any firmer and we might as well be fighting in the ring.” She jested. Sure, the glory of having another woman admitting defeat in front of a crowd brings such a rush, but there’s a lovely appeal to being in bed, tussling on top of the sheets and mattresses. It was very intimate, private, something shared only with the two. And it felt right, having a bit of foreplay before getting into the fun.

Madeline made a mental note of where Eleanor put the earrings, giving a nod of confirmation as her long legs stretched casually. As the two would take off articles that they wouldn’t want damaged, they then crawled inside the bed. Madeline stalked on all fours, the firmness of the bed making it possible without looking silly. Her eyes look as if she’s ready to eat her prey.

“Indeed, let’s.” The Englishwoman would say, lunging straight towards the American. With it being a more intimate match, Madeline sought to wrap her arms around the lavender-haired opponent’s body, and if that worked, pull her front onto the English Rose’s. With breasts mashed, abs rubbing and faces oh so close to each other.