The Prima Donna's Diary - Chapter 12: Getting Intimate with an Idol (vs Freja)

[Misfit_Alien]

Dear Diary~...

Diary Entry (READ ME)

It's that time again! Another week, another match!!! Although tonight specifically, I have some...concerns...the LAW higher-ups thought it'd be a good idea to put me into one of their 'steamier' match categories for tonight's card. I'm getting chills down my spine just thinking about it. It's so reminiscent of my match with that redhead streamer, Felicia. Except this time, the name of the game isn't to smother your opponent into submission, it's to...um-...god, forgive me for writing this, diary...this is why I only trust you with my deepest, most lewd thoughts-

The goal is to make your opponent climax...meaning if I wanna win, I have to get down with my opponent and have sex with her, several times! I mean, it's not like I'm against it, my heart is fluttering just thinking about it, but I have to keep doing it until I bring her to that sweet, sweet release TWO TIMES, all while making sure she doesn't do the same to me...all in front of an audience. Well, I signed up for this kinda stuff when I got my contract, and I vehemently refuse to run away from a fight, no matter how 'softcore' it is. There's no use in prolonging the inevitable, so I'm off to get changed...wish me luck, diary...I'll be sure to bring back all the juicy details when I return~

For now, I've got a 'date' to prepare for!


XOXO, Yours forever~, Ami Anderson...The Prima Donna Darling~ <3

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Ami Anderson, the 'Prima Donna Darling' vs Freja, the 'Washout Idol'
Match Type: Hentai Best of Three Falls.
Win by being the first to score two points over your opponent. The only way to score a point is by forcing your opponent to climax.
Hentai Rules - Hentai moves are enabled and encouraged, allowing for more sensual moves and provocations. An orgasm is required to win the match.
Lenient DQ - Grounds for disqualification are lenient, Count-Outs are on, and the forced climax must occur in the ring. Any pinfalls, submissions, knockouts, or self-induced orgasms will not be counted.

Spoiler

"...Making her way to ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California...standing at 4'11 and weighing in at 105 lbs, the brightest star in the sky...the sweetest diva on the stage...the PRIMA DONNA DARLING...AMI...ANDERSON!!!"


Ami's music would softly blast from the arena's sound system, filling the air with that bright, soft, and bubbly vibe she was known for. Her smile calmed the crowd, and her attire left them blushing. Just like her match with Felicia, Ami was draped in a lovely, custom-made lingerie leotard. It was revealing in all the right places, covering up as much as it needed to while leaving a little room for one's imagination to run wild. The leotard clung to her body quite nicely, accentuating her lithe frame. It was strengthened with bits of shiny Lycra fabric, allowing the form-fitting attire to sensually stretch across the brunette's supple yet beautiful curves. She ran her hands up and down her body, flaunting her figure before walking down the ramp and toward the ring. The light caught her outfit at different times, the lacy fabric sparkling ever so slightly while the Lycra parts had a sheen across their surface.

Ami reached the edge of the ring, walking up the steps, and posing in front of the ropes before sensually slipping between them to enter the ring. She flaunts her body one last time, letting the crowd soak up and savor all the eye candy she was offering before moving to her corner, stretching with one leg raised onto the top rope to loosen herself up before the arrival of her opponent.

Spoiler

[MR. Q]

Freja steps through the curtain, her heart pounding with equal parts nerves and nervous anticipation. This match could be her chance to finally shine and prove herself worthy of being here. But first, she has to get past that insufferable prima donna Ami!

The blonde bombshell saunters down the ramp, working the crowd with exaggerated poses and winks. Her lingerie outfit leaves little to the imagination - a skimpy white corset barely contains her massive breasts, while sheer white stockings and lace panties complete the look. Freja runs her gloved hands over her curves, putting on a show as she approaches the ring.

Reaching the ropes, Freja pauses for effect before sliding gracefully into the ring. She stands tall, fixing Ami with a competitive grin that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Ready to get rekt, prima donna?" Freja taunts, popping her hip to the side. Inside, she prays Ami doesn't make good on her promise to teach Freja a lesson...

Her last hentai match is still fresh for her, getting fucked in front of her adoring fans by Sylar is humiliating enough.

[Misfit_Alien]

When Ami's opponent, Freja, made her arrival, the Prima Donna Darling was captivated by her looks. That soft, fair-skinned face, those lush blue eyes, that gorgeous blonde hair...and of course, her skimpy, form-fitting attire. Ami's mind wandered for a moment, getting lost in all those plump curves, accentuated by tight-fitting, lacy lingerie that Freja was sporting. She looked like a real-deal princess, in a sense. Give it up to someone from the idol industry to have such a dazzling appearance.

Tonight was going to be exciting~

But first, introductions were underway. Before Ami could get a word in, Freja accosted her with a bit of verbal mockery, trying to assert herself over her Japanese-American foe. Ami's eyes widened somewhat, surprised at how gung-ho the woman was acting right from the get-go. The Norwegian beauty was certainly a spectacle to behold, but Ami wasn't going to allow the gorgeous blonde to walk all over her. "Hm-...I'm certainly ready to have some fun with you in front of all these people-...but don't make any sudden moves, you might break a nail under those gloves~..." She teased, winking at Freja as she fired back with a taunt of her own. If that's how the blonde wanted to play this, Ami wouldn't hesitate to stand her ground.

Afterward, the two would separate, and the bell would ring, signaling the beginning of a very erotic match between two of LAW's loveliest lightweights~!!!


DING DING DING!!!


Ami moved in quickly, her hands up and ready as she positioned herself in the center of the ring. If she managed to get close enough, she'd try to initiate a Collar and Elbow Lock-Up, a classic wrestling hold to decide who would get the upper hand first.

[MR. Q]

Freja gasps in surprise as Ami fires back with her own teasing quip. The wink sends shivers down her spine, and suddenly Freja feels a bead of sweat trickling between her breasts. She shakes out her arms, flexing her fingers inside the elbow gloves, trying to look confident despite the nerves churning in her stomach.

When the bell rings, Freja jumps back instinctively, putting distance between herself and Ami, unknowingly dodging a dangerous scenario. She bounces on the balls of her feet, sizing up her opponent like a boxer. Freja's eyes dart to the crowd, drinking in their cheers and catcalls. The attention emboldens her.

"Don't worry about my nails," Freja calls out with a smirk. "I'll be digging into something else entirely!" She wiggles her fingers suggestively, then surges forward. Freja aims a clumsy clothesline at Ami's midsection, putting her weight behind it. She prays she doesn't fall flat on her face, determined to make a big splash right out of the gate.

[Misfit_Alien]

Ami tried to snag her opponent into a grapple, but failed...seems the catty blonde was a little more skiddish than she was letting on. That nervous yelp and reflexive dodge seemed far more fearful than intentional. Even as Freja tried to assert herself, Ami wasn't buying all that faux confidence that she was throwing out. She merely smirks in response, ushering for the blonde to 'bring it'...and Freja would do just that!...or at least, TRY to...The clothesline attempt, while clumsy, was genuine, but unfortunately for the blonde, Ami had scouted it from a mile away, given how obvious it was. Subsequently, Freja's arm would be stopped just short of hitting Ami's stomach, the Prima Donna grabbing it by the wrist and wrenching it around, and surprising her with a Thrust Kick!

Spoiler

[MR. Q]

Freja's eyes widen in shock as her clothesline is effortlessly countered. One second she's charging forward, the next Ami's foot is connecting with her face in a flash of pain. Freja staggers back, stars exploding across her vision. She blinks rapidly, trying to clear her head as she tastes blood in her mouth.

"Ami..." Freja groans, her voice nasal and muffled. She shakes her head, attempting to regain her bearings. The crowd's cheers sound distant and distorted to her ringing ears.

Slowly, Freja regains enough awareness to realize Ami is stalking closer, a predatory gleam in her eyes. Panic rises in Freja's throat. She needs to get away, to regroup! On shaky legs, she turns to flee toward the ropes.

[Misfit_Alien]

"Not so fast~..." Ami said teasingly, grabbing hold of Freja's lacy white corset from behind, pulling her back into her clutches. Ami would wrap one arm around the woman's throat, securing her in place. It wasn't enough to choke her quite yet, but it kept her steady in the Prima Donna's grasp while her other hand searched the Norwegian woman's body, her fingertips gently tracing along the edges of her skin and the lingerie that barely managed to contain it. She'd lay her hand on Freja's bust, massaging it gently while softly grinding against her rear, bobbing her hips up and down as she felt those soft, cream-skinned cheeks against her pelvis. "Don't worry, just enjoy the moment~..." She whispered, softly blowing into Freja's ear to stimulate her while she kept her restrained. Ami would continue to knead Freja's breast in the palm of her hand, squashing it against her chest with how soft and malleable it felt, digging her fingers into its surface to find the right spot to make Freja moan.

[MR. Q]

Freja lets out a startled yelp as Ami grabs her corset, yanking her backwards. Her heart pounds frantically as she feels the other woman's arm wrap around her throat. "L-let me go!" Freja squeaks, struggling weakly against Ami's hold. She squirms and writhes, but the Prima Donna's grip is firm.

Ami's wandering hand finds Freja's breast, and the blonde gasps sharply as she feels those nimble fingers exploring her soft mound. Freja's nipples stiffen under Ami's touch, poking visibly against the thin lace of her bra. Each gentle squeeze and caress sends tingles racing through Freja's body.

"N-no..." Freja whimpers breathlessly, even as her hips start to grind back against Ami's pelvis reflexively. The blonde's head falls back onto Ami's shoulder, exposing the column of her neck. Freja knows she should resist, but Ami's skilled touches are making it so hard to think straight. A needy whine escapes her lips as Ami finds a particularly sensitive spot. "Ah! Ami, wait..."

The Prima Donna Darling's sultry whispers and hot breath against Freja's ear are driving the blonde wild with desire. Freja can feel herself getting wetter by the second, her panties growing damp with arousal. She bites her lip hard, trying to stifle a moan, but it slips out anyway. "Please..."

Freja writhes and whines in Ami's hold, her body betraying her as she grinds back against the Prima Donna. But then, desperation and self-preservation kick in. With a sudden cry of exertion, Freja stomps down hard on Ami's foot, using the distraction to elbow Ami in the stomach and squirm free of her grasp.

"Oh my gosh, you perv!" Freja exclaims, stumbling away and putting distance between them. She backs up until her ass hits the ropes, bouncing off of them. With a unintelligible war cry, she runs back at Ami to shove her down.

[Misfit_Alien]

Ami loved the way Freja squirmed and wiggled in her grasp. Feeling the blonde beginning to melt in her clutches was a sensation that made the Prima Donna's heart flutter. Every poke, squeeze, and press Ami delivered to the Idol's chest elicited a new reaction out of the blonde, incentivizing Ami to explore the woman's body further so she could see what other sounds Freja could make.

She felt how her nipples stiffened from a bit of stimulation, so Ami made sure to rub them gently. "They feel so nice and soft...I could play with them all night long~!" She said cheerfully. Ami could feel all the tingling coursing through Freja's body as she reflexively squirmed, causing Freja to grind against Ami's pelvis and thighs, the friction arousing the Prima Donna further as she moans into her ears. Ami squeezed tighter, gripping Freja and pulling her closer, feeling her head rest against her. It was all so much, but Ami wanted MORE. As Freja's lips released whines and whimpers, Ami leaned in to try and kiss her on the neck, but that's when Freja stomped down on her foot, stunning Ami for a moment as she suddenly yelped, released the Norwegian blonde, and allowed her to run away as she recoiled in pain.

When Ami looked up, she was greeted by a frantic-looking Freja haphazardly charging back at her, the Idol nailing her with an improvised Shoulder Block that knocks Ami down to the ground! The Prima Donna grunts, landing awkwardly as she falls back-first against the ring's surface, groaning a little as she shakes her head. "Gh-...you seemed like you were enjoying it more than me-...if I'm a perv, what does that make you?" She teased, trying to get back up.

[MR. Q]

Breathless and flustered, Freja stands over Ami's prone form, adrenaline pumping through her veins. She can feel her heart hammering against her ribs, her skin flushed and tingling from Ami's touch. The Prima Donna's accusations echo in her mind, stoking Freja's embarrassment and irritation.

"I-I was not enjoying it!" Freja protests, her voice high-pitched and strained. She shifts from foot to foot, keenly aware of how her nipples strain against the thin lace of her bra, clearly visible through the sheer fabric of her corset. The damp patch growing on her panties is another source of mortification.

Needing to regain control of the situation, she has to act.

"That's right, I'm stronger than I look!" Freja declares, putting emphasis on the lie. In truth, Ami's lithe muscles feel like iron when they collided.

Emboldened by her little victory, Freja decides to show off for the crowd. She flexes her bicep dramatically, straining the leather of her glove. The Idol prances around Ami's fallen form, putting on a show of confidence.

"You're going down, prima donna!" Freja announces, raising her fist in the air to the cheers of the audience. She takes a few running steps, leaping high into the air. Freja aims for Ami's stomach, bringing her elbow down hard as she descends.