Woe Unto the Learner [for Teenwrestler]

[HotWheels]

Safiya might have been annoyed if she had not found herself so intrigued.

And well-paid. Whatever one might call this unorthodox session- training, if they must- Safiya could not deny that this individual intended to pay her well and LAW had not needed to say more than "official video release with considerable royalties" to have her push aside her inhibitions and accept. Daichi Kazura wanted a session, a session that he would learn from, and Safiya would oblige. Little, if anything, would prove different than a typical session. She would dismantle him, physically, sensually, mentally, and both of them would leave satisfied. Whatever he learned about her style of wrestling, he could count as payback for his commission.

Safiya, already prepping in the room where she and Daichi had arranged to meet, had of course added some flair. She wanted the video to sell, far better than those of a typical session, if she had to go to so much trouble. Besides the mats where she stood, the room had a bed, a shallow pool. Places where she could unleash her onslaught onto the poor boy thinking that simply because she would allow him to learn about her mat-grappling ways meant she would not punish him and bring him to surrender after he had tapped until he could tap no more.

Out of her jeans and slowly slipping into the persona of the goddess, complete with a bikini linked by straps and gold clasps that held it all together, Neith wistfully peered at what would soon be her playhouse to dismantle this poor, naive young man. She heard the door creak open, and she turned to present herself to it, propped against the near wall like a cruiseline model, her expression equal parts hungry and inviting. He wore the right face, based on their correspondence and her check of the LAW database. "Daichi," she greeted. "You have come prepared for a... strenuous class, I hope."

The cameras would already be running, and she knew they would eat her up, much like she would do to him.