It's About To Get Sticky! | Sable vs Bewitching Lisa
Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2025 4:23 am
Match Type: Orgasm Challenge
Special Rules: The contest consists of three rounds, each lasting 5 minutes. The objective is to make your opponent climax as many times as possible within a round. Victory in a round goes to the one who causes the most orgasms. To win the match, a participant must secure two out of the three rounds.
Participants: Erin "Sable" Monroe and Elizabeth "Bewitching Lisa" Garner-Willis
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Sable took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the mirror in the locker room as she adjusted the straps of her bikini. She brushed a lock of blonde hair out of her face, her lips curving into a smirk. "An Orgasm Challenge," she murmured to herself. "Didn’t expect to get thrown into this circus so soon, but hey, if the fans want it..."
The absurdity of the situation still clung to her mind, but as with any competition, she was determined to dominate. This wasn’t just about spectacle; it was an opportunity to prove her versatility in the L.A.W. arena -- and maybe have a little fun while she was at it.
Sable made her way down the corridor, the muffled sound of the audience beyond the walls replaced by a distinct, intimate silence as she approached the match’s unique venue. She stepped into the designated room, her bare feet sinking slightly into the padded mats that covered the floor. Her sharp blue eyes scanned the space, taking in every detail.
The walls were lined with cameras in strategic, almost invasive positions, their tiny red lights glowing like beady eyes, ready to capture every moment. "Cheeky bastards," she muttered under her breath, giving one of the lenses a knowing look.
Her focus shifted to the peculiar setup. Buckets filled with a glossy, fragrant liquid lined the corners of the mat-covered room. She approached one, dipping her fingers into the substance and rubbing it between her thumb and forefinger. It had the consistency of oil, but with an intoxicating, almost soothing scent that tickled her senses in a strange, unfamiliar way. "So, this is the 'special rule,' huh? Interesting."
Her agent had mentioned that this match had certain... quirks. No grappling moves. Everything had to be mutual. Sable had scoffed at the time, but now, standing here with the setup laid bare, she couldn’t help but grin. The atmosphere was intimate, designed to eliminate all distractions except the tension between the participants.
She stood in the center of the room, her hands on her hips, exuding her trademark aura of confidence. "Alright, L.A.W.," she thought, her smirk deepening. "Let’s see what you’ve got for me."
Her opponent hadn't arrived yet, but she relished the quiet moment to steel her nerves and survey the battleground. The odd intimacy of the setting didn’t intimidate her. If anything, it added an intriguing layer to the challenge. "They really know how to set the mood, huh?" she said aloud, chuckling softly to herself.
Then, she turned her attention to the doorway, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. She was ready to face whatever -- or whoever -- awaited her. The games shall soon begin.
She's Ready
Special Rules: The contest consists of three rounds, each lasting 5 minutes. The objective is to make your opponent climax as many times as possible within a round. Victory in a round goes to the one who causes the most orgasms. To win the match, a participant must secure two out of the three rounds.
Participants: Erin "Sable" Monroe and Elizabeth "Bewitching Lisa" Garner-Willis
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Sable took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the mirror in the locker room as she adjusted the straps of her bikini. She brushed a lock of blonde hair out of her face, her lips curving into a smirk. "An Orgasm Challenge," she murmured to herself. "Didn’t expect to get thrown into this circus so soon, but hey, if the fans want it..."
The absurdity of the situation still clung to her mind, but as with any competition, she was determined to dominate. This wasn’t just about spectacle; it was an opportunity to prove her versatility in the L.A.W. arena -- and maybe have a little fun while she was at it.
Sable made her way down the corridor, the muffled sound of the audience beyond the walls replaced by a distinct, intimate silence as she approached the match’s unique venue. She stepped into the designated room, her bare feet sinking slightly into the padded mats that covered the floor. Her sharp blue eyes scanned the space, taking in every detail.
The walls were lined with cameras in strategic, almost invasive positions, their tiny red lights glowing like beady eyes, ready to capture every moment. "Cheeky bastards," she muttered under her breath, giving one of the lenses a knowing look.
Her focus shifted to the peculiar setup. Buckets filled with a glossy, fragrant liquid lined the corners of the mat-covered room. She approached one, dipping her fingers into the substance and rubbing it between her thumb and forefinger. It had the consistency of oil, but with an intoxicating, almost soothing scent that tickled her senses in a strange, unfamiliar way. "So, this is the 'special rule,' huh? Interesting."
Her agent had mentioned that this match had certain... quirks. No grappling moves. Everything had to be mutual. Sable had scoffed at the time, but now, standing here with the setup laid bare, she couldn’t help but grin. The atmosphere was intimate, designed to eliminate all distractions except the tension between the participants.
She stood in the center of the room, her hands on her hips, exuding her trademark aura of confidence. "Alright, L.A.W.," she thought, her smirk deepening. "Let’s see what you’ve got for me."
Her opponent hadn't arrived yet, but she relished the quiet moment to steel her nerves and survey the battleground. The odd intimacy of the setting didn’t intimidate her. If anything, it added an intriguing layer to the challenge. "They really know how to set the mood, huh?" she said aloud, chuckling softly to herself.
Then, she turned her attention to the doorway, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. She was ready to face whatever -- or whoever -- awaited her. The games shall soon begin.
She's Ready
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