Brynhild can only chuckle seeing the smaller woman be so into the idea of smothering someone out cold. Plus, being tipsy herself, who was she to deny not being able to see what the Smother Goat had in store for her, as she grabs Gil by the back of the neck and carries her towards the V.I. P section of the restaurant where there is an inflatable ring in the middle of the room.
Brynhild's husband is filling the ring with oil, so that the both of them wouldn't make much of a mess, before giving his wife a quick kiss and leaves to man the kitchen as always. 'Here is where we battle...' Brynhild would hiccupped, before sliding her leotard down, leaving her in a skimpy bra and thong combo. Stepping into the ring and smirks before pointing to the wall behind her where a rope is hung on a plaque, 'There the pride and joy, my Smother lasso... be a dear and get it for me.'
Being led back in the back of the restaurant was a little like being transported into a different world! The back didn't look anything like a kitchen, which was probably because, at-least in this area, it wasn't, at-least, Gil hoped not, it probably wasn't all too sanitary to cook in the same place Brynhild took her favorite guests to wrestle with...!
"...Hi Mr... Brynhild? Is that your last name...?" Gil looked over the top of her shoulder, at Brynhild, she wasn't sure, either way, she appreciated the kindness she was being shown, even though most probably wouldn't see what was about to happen as all that kind...!
"...Lasso... Lasso..." Gil looked around for a moment, grabbing the rope and turning back to see Brynhild, now half-naked, a small bra barely covering her and a thong that showed off the vast-majority of her rear-end...! "...Looking good, Miss Brynhild...!" She praised, handing the rope over. "...Should I...?" Gil began to take off her own clothes, down to her bra and panties, tossing her clothes to the side and dipping her feet in, the drinks made her much less shy about this sort of thing...!
'Hunny don't worry about my husband... Darius is first name and Ederne is the last name...' She hiccups, starts to scoop up some of the oil and rubs it across her body to make her nice and slick.
' I made him take my last name anyway and if you can tell... My little Elm takes after him.' as she keeps covering herself in the warm oil, making sure she is all set and ready for the match. Eager to get her hands on the smaller woman... even more so, seeing Gil in her bra and panties, nodding her head, seeing that Gil wasn't lying about having a toned backside.
Taking the offered rope in her hands before placing it on the outside of the ring, before doing one last stretch and is ready to rumble with the smaller woman. 'The rules are simple: we oil wrestle and you have to mother your opponent tap out.
The loser gets tied up and you be getting up close and personal with my ass, Gil.' Brynhild says with a cocky grin on her face. 'Since you're my guest, you get to make the first move.'
Gil nodded along, she understood the rules, they sounded simple enough, after-all...! "...I can do that, I've smothered more than enough people in my day to know what to do here...!" She chirped, sounding confident as ever, stepping into the pool of oil.
"...I guess I should get myself oiled up..." She took a different approach than Brynhild, flopping down onto her back and rolling back-and-fourth for a moment until her body was slicked-up and ready for battle...! She stood back up, nearly slipping back down onto her hide, but managed to keep herself on her own two feet...!
"...You got it, don't be surprised when I end this early...!" She stuck her tongue out before making her first move as instructed...! She slid forward and buried her face against Brynhild breasts, latching her hands around the backs of her upper-thighs and driving herself forward to try and bring Brynhild down to the ground...!
Brynhild can only laugh seeing the smaller woman flop around in the warm oil, admiring the view that is in front of her even giggling seeing her almost slip before regaining her balance again eith a style of flair.
Letting out a small moan feeling her opponent glomp her face between her breasts, before having a tight grip on her thighs that causes her to lose her balance and fall into the oil on her side.
'Ahhh...' She would say. As she is on her side and raising her hands to try and grapple the smaller woman after giving her the first move of the small match.
The oil made it hard to get a solid grip of anything, not just your opponent, but also your own footing...! Gil slid forward into Brynhild, making the first attack and driving the larger woman to the ground, her face emerging from her temporary self-made prison. "...Aha, I win...!" Gil smirked and despite Brynhild grasping out for her, she wiggled her way on-top of her foe...!
"...Here comes the finisher...!" With that said, Gil leaned down and pressed her chest against Brynhild's face, doing exactly as much damage as anyone ever could have though, that being, nothing, it was completely ineffective...! "...Yeah, two can play at that game, you ding-dong, now, if you tap-out now I might be inclined to give you a present...!"
Falling onto her backside in the oil Brynhild couldn't get a good grip on the smaller woman who is laying on top of her, as Gil would move up place her breasts right on top of the big blond face trying to win with a breath smother hold.
Deciding that she wants to show the small woman what it means to do a breast smother, she reaches out and grabs Gil by the back of her panties and pulls on them, making sure they are yanked up right into the other woman's backside.
Warmth had long overtaken Gil's body, she was giggly and bubbly, she could hardly muster the ability to be mad, or embarrassed, instead, she mustered up some dumb strength instead...!
"...MMM-AH" Gil placed either of her hands on Brynhild's shoulder and began to push-up on her, looking to throw her off, but no amount of alcohol was going to give her the strength required to throw Brynhild off of her, so she began to use her legs, bending her knees and lifting her opponent up there as well...!
Brynhild would chuckle as well, seeing the smaller woman doing whatever she can to fight her off. SHe didn't expect to come out as hard as she is right now but it does bring a smile to the older woman's face seeing the smaller woman doing everything to impress her, even trying to lift her up by using her hands and knees to push her.
'Nice try Gil but it take a lot more than that to move me... but how about I show you how to do it.' she says getting off of her opponent and getting back onto her knees chuckling with her hands up to grapple again.
The weight of Brynhild's body pressed against Gil's pinning her completely, submerging her lower-half in the oil. Her face was completely swallowed-up by the older-woman's large bust, Gil's paled in comparison...!
Suddenly, the weight lifted, and Gil's breathing become much less labored and easier to get a good deep inhale...! "...Aha...! My strength cannot be contained...!" Gil flexed her small arms, getting back to her knees with a smug, toothy grin, plastered across her face...! "...Show me what you know, miss...!" Gil slapped her hands against Brynhild's and pushed against her...!
