What Goes Around

[BlackAkuma]

It was Saturday, around noon, and Wendy found herself sitting on another woman’s face, as usual. Specifically, Fumi's face, the same cute little thing she’d ambushed a few months earlier and subjected to special treatment. This time, Wendy had come across her while she was coming out of the showers and getting dressed; one thing led to another, and well…

She sat on the bench in the locker room, or rather, she sat on Fumi’s face, which lay on a few towels on the bench. The towels had been put there by Wendy herself, as a little act of mercy to the foxy lady, not wanting the poor thing to get concussed by having her skull pressed on the wood. Typically, she wouldn’t have cared much about protecting one of her ‘victims’, but Fumi was more willing than most and did such a good job in the role that she felt she deserved a reward.

What could she say? She was in a good mood.

Things had gone well in the past few weeks, which was saying a lot considering how the year had started. After she lost that Facesit War to Storm, she’d figured her career was essentially in the toilet, that no one would ever take her seriously again, but that turned out to be the furthest thing from the truth. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined things would go so well after the worst defeat of her career, but getting facesat into oblivion and kidnapped worked out remarkably well for her.

She had a crew now. Maybe not ‘friends’, exactly; she wasn’t ever going to take Lyssa or Storm to the bowling alley or anything, though she wouldn’t rule that out. But she had people who would watch her back as long as she watched theirs. Storm had proved that by going after Lillian Bryne, and Wendy intended to repay that favor someday.

Possibilities were opening up. Paths she never would have thought of before. All of a sudden, she felt like she could ask for more from this company. Maybe even gold…

It made her optimistic, for the first time in a long time. And you know what? Wendy kind of liked being optimistic. It worked for her. So, as she sat there, smothering Fumi and wiggling her cheeks, she had a bright, wide smile.

She gave the woman a good, hard grind before lifting off and allowing her to take in some breaths while she slipped on her black sports bra. ”Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. And…” And back down she went, letting her cheeks spread wide across Fumi’s face once more.

[ADarlingDucky]

This was a nice change of pace. For near all of her LAW career, Fumi put on an aura of composed dominance, flirty seduction that was used to destroy her opponents, and while the fox certainly liked being on top, it was something of a shame that she never got a chance to meet someone who truly offered her that same challenge. That was until she had run into Wendy Winston, a meeting that was initially incredibly hostile, but had evolved into something far more sensual. It had seemed that Wendy had a similar enjoyment in the power and cruelty that seduction could bring, and the two had somehow, miraculously, ended the meeting on good terms. Better than good, actually, as now, their next meeting had become yet another intimate affair, situated comfortably in one of LAW's many locker rooms, Fumi resting on the bench as Wendy's thick, round ass rested comfortably on her face!

Spoiler

"Hah... ah... mmmmmph..." Fumi breathed deeply at Wendy's instruction, before those massive cheeks descended upon her once more, and she gave a low groan into Wendy's rear, delivering a smattering of kisses to the rear end of the southerner. It was hot, heavy, and still so enticing, and so Fumi relaxed, a hand on Wendy's thigh as she continued to take a turn being the worshiper instead of the worshipee.

But not everyone was here for fun.

The presence of both Wendy and Fumi together was enough to steer almost anyone clear of the locker room, as stumbling upon the facesitting happening there would likely cause many to take their leave and let the two continue their business. But as the locker room door opened and closed once more, there was a new presence in the room, and one that didn't leave. From behind, it would take a few slow steps up to the duo as they rested, before finally, a singular finger would reach out and poke Wendy's shoulder, getting the attention of the heavyweight heel and hopefully, causing her to turn to see the interloper.

Spoiler

"Hello darling. I need a word." With not a single other word, Dhalia Williams would suddenly shoot a hand out and snatch a handful of Wendy's hair, yanking the southerner off of the woman underneath her and up onto her feet, pulling her a few steps away before pivoting and swinging her captive hard. The result would be Dhalia looking to smash Wendy's head into one of the nearby lockers, bringing skull against metal with a heinously audible clang, a move that would leave even the hardest headed wrestlers reeling!

[BlackAkuma]

Though Wendy was having a good time, she wasn’t so wrapped up in the moment that she didn’t register the entrance of a third party - she simply didn’t care. She was well known enough in LAW that she doubted anyone would be crazy enough to sneak up on her, especially now that people were learning she had backup. She was an apex predator. No natural enemies. Or so she thought.

She perked up at the tap on her shoulder, looked around, and found herself staring at…who was this? Big chick, about her own size. Blonde, too. She dug the leotard. The woman looked a little familiar, too, but where had she seen her before…

…oh. Oh, crap.

The gears clicked a moment too late, as Dhalia gripped her by the hair, pulled her away from her throne, and sent her heading ramming into a nearby locker, filling the room with the resonating crash. Wendy fell to her back, gripped her head, and let fly with a string of barely-comprehensible Southern curses. ’Cheapshottingcuntfuckbitchfriggingfuckerfuckyou-”

[ADarlingDucky]

Well this was weird. It seemed like, for just as quickly as she had sat back down upon her face, Wendy was now back up off of her, the smothery embrace of those thick cheeks making way for fresh air and abrupt illumination. This was definitely weird, as Wendy was most certainly not the type to give air freely when smothering someone. Usually, she wanted them to work for it. Fumi really liked that, actually. So this sudden change was a bit odd, but perhaps the southerner was experimenting with some more lenient methods of-

CLANG!

“What the fuck?!” That was DEFINITELY not normal. Fumi sat bolt upright at the noise, a poor idea since it made her instantly lightheaded, but after a second, her vision cleared and she was able to fully see the spectacle in front of her. Wendy, on her back and spouting curses, a tall and incredibly well-built blonde, and a locker with a crater in it, one that hadn’t been there before. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was happening, though for the moment, Fumi continued to gaze at the sight with bewilderment.

In the meantime, Dhalia was remaining busy. With seemingly little care for Wendy’s barrage of profanity, the platinum blonde would instead grab her target’s legs, stepping through with one of her own before crossing them over, in a move that would be quite familiar. It honestly wasn’t something that she would have used otherwise, but as she turned Wendy over onto her stomach and sat down into a nasty sharpshooter, it had its intended effect of turning her to face Fumi, allowing her to address the masked fox while still delivering pain to Wendy.

“Shoo. Go on, shoo.” Addressing her like a literal animal, Dhalia waved one of her hands at the lightweight in a gesture for her to leave, a move that almost instantly caused Fumi’s eyebrows to raise in disbelief, before the fox moved to stand, an indignant look crossing her face. She was then stopped in her tracks when Dhalia flashed her a look that would send rabid rhinos scurrying in fear, and as Fumi took stock of her backup in this case, that being Wendy, the lightweight would very quickly reevaluate her options. Her choice would be a relatively understandable one.

“I’ll… uh… I’ll go get backup!” And just like that, Fumi would turn and break for the door, exiting through it and leaving Dhalia and Wendy alone, the blonde watching the door swing shut before glancing over her shoulder.

“She’s a cute one. Not terribly brave, but I suppose I don’t blame her. She’d have ended up just like you, but far faster.” Dhalia’s voice maintained a casual tone in spite of how far she was bending Wendy, and after a moment, she’d address her captive more directly. “So, darling. My name is Dhalia Williams. Does that seem familiar for any reason? Any idea why I’m here?”