The Serpent in the Oil

[Darius 2.0]

As Nha started to walk away, she didn't need to look back to know that Janet was going to take the bait. Perhaps she was offended by all of Nha's sly insinuations about her? Perhaps she simply couldn't allow herself to be seen being belittled in front of the other gym goers? Perhaps she just really wanted to get her hands on Nha? Either way, when the pale woman called out to her Nha gave a victorious smirk to herself. She had taken the bat and now it was time to reel her in. "Oh, you want to spar with me?" Nha asked in surprise, turning around to meet her target's eyes. "I guess that's easier than finding someone else...very well! If you think you're up for it." Smirking, Nha would gesture with her delicate looking fingers for Janet to follow her, and would once again purposefully wiggle her tush as she started to walk away.

Grabbing her gym bag on the way, Nha would lead the taller woman silently through the gym, attracting a few curious gazes on the way as she did. They had kicked up quite a fuss after all and were wondering what the outcome of this spar would look like. Unfortunately, they would have to wonder for now because Nha was leading Janet to a more private part of the gym away from wandering eyes. Arriving at a door, Nha would open it to reveal a room full of cage fighting octagon rings! It seems this is where Nha's supposed spar was supposed to take place.

"I hope you don't mind," Nha would say to Janet as they walked inside. "Sometimes I like to get out of the standard rings. Keeps things interesting, wouldn't you agree?" After saying this, Nha would walk up to the cage she had chosen, a standard octagon fighting ring by the look of it, and open the door to get inside. She would allow Janet inside as well before setting down her gym bag on the mat. Kneeling down, Nha would dig inside of it for a bit before grabbing hold of what she needed. Smirking, she would take it out of the bag and suddenly throw it to Janet! Assuming the fighter caught it, she would see exactly what it was.

It was a bottle of baby oil.

"What?" Nha would say with a devious smile, now holding her own bottle of oil. "Didn't I mention this was spar was an oil match....?" The Egyptian would then pop the cap off her bottle of oil and begin to pour it all over herself, letting the liquid flow it's way all across her dark skin....

[Ringropes98]

This chick certainly liked to hear herself talk. Or she just enjoyed making a show out of everything, Janet truthfully didn’t know. What she did know was that after she laid out her challenge, Nha looked like Christmas had come early for her. Her act of making it look like Janet would step in for the sparring partner that probably didn’t exist was as obvious as the sun. Shockingly though, it looked as if those watching the scene actually believed it.

But Janet wasn’t fooled, and couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the ridiculous act. Thankfully, Nha would then pick up her bag and lead Janet down the halls of the gym. The fact that this Egyptian knew her way around whilst the Jet was still trying to remember just where the showers were in this labyrinth of corridors. All the while Janet couldn’t stop the feeling that this was all planned. Sure the underlying challenge and taunts the Jet could see, but now she’s getting the feeling that it was something more than that.

And that feeling only grew when the pale woman was lead into a room that housed some familiar items for her. Instead of the standard four sided rings that this company preferred to use. There were MMA Octagons. Cages that Janet had found herself in plenty of times in her career. Usually it meant that she was about to pummel someone. And as she stepped in after Nha, only idly listening to the Egyptians words. It looked like that someone would be the said Egyptian.

That is until a bottle is of baby oil was tossed towards her.

”The hell is this?!” Janet asked incredulously. Definitely not expecting a swerve like this, Janet was met with an answer of the Egyptian “forgetting” to tell her that this was an oil spar. That’s a thing! Before Janet could question further, Nha had already popped the top on her own bottle and began to pour it down her tantalizing frame. Still confused at whatever this chick was planning, Janet decided that she’ll play ball. Guess she’s going to beat this girl down with a nice shine too now. So with a final scoff, the Jet popped her own bottle and poured it on herself. Spreading it out all over herself, not caring if she was being watched or not.

[Darius 2.0]

The look on Janet's face after Nha tossed her that bottle of oil was worth all the effort it took to get her here alone. Clearly caught off guard, It brought a very amused smile to her face to watch the bigger woman contemplate her options. Of course, Nha knew what Janet was going to do even before she did. It was way too late for her to back out now after the show the two of them put on in the gym. After all, running away from a fight was a bad way for a rookie to make an impression around here. So it came as no surprise to Nha that Janet popped her own bottle of oil and started to pour it all over herself ass well.

Holding the bottle high above her head, Nha let the oil fall across her features and slide its way across her form. It spread from her chest down her flat stomach then made its way down her stunning legs before starting to pool on the mat. It was only when the bottle was empty that the Egyptian would toss it aside,. From there she would begin to lather the substance across the rest of her body; across her arms, her shoulders, even spreading it to her firm yet ample behind. Each movement she made was careful and purposeful, maximizing the raw sexuality her body possessed in order to draw Janet's eyes again. With Nha, the mind games never stopped.

Once she was satisfied, Nha now founded herself coated in the thick, invisible substance, making her brown skin glow under the bright lights above them. Smiling in satisfaction, she would again reach down into her bag, this time retrieving a pair of blue MMA gloves. As she started to slip them on, Nha would watch as Janet prepared her own self with the oil, her dark eyes dancing across every curve the woman possessed that soon began to shine with oil. Nha smiled wickedly; she had truly found a good candidate for her stress relief.

"Looking good there," Nha chuckled as she tightened the last strap on her gloves. "I think we're about ready to start, don't you? Standard rules apply. We keep going until pin, submission or knockout." Raising her gloved fists at the ready in a traditional fighters stance, Nha fixed Janet with her most mocking smirk. "I'll even give you the first move. Show me what you got, big girl..."

[Ringropes98]

Janet didn’t know what this Egyptians plan was, but she certainly wasn’t expecting this. By all accounts, this looked to be too much in the Jet’s favor. Not only was she in an environment that was very familiar to her, that being an eight sided cage. But Nha was also proposing that the match be standard fare with the regular rules like pins, submissions or knockouts. No strings attached.

Well… that last part wasn’t exactly true as the Egyptian told Janet that this would be a spar for an oil match. Frankly, Janet was still wondering how that was even a thing. But then she remembered that Law was a much more shameless company than many others. So of course it would have an entire section of matches strictly set for girls to cover themselves in oil and fight each other while their skin shined like a beacon.

Speaking of, Janet unceremoniously popped the top of the bottle Nha had given her and began the process of lathering the clear oil all over her body. All the while doing her best to ignore the sights and sounds coming from her opponent as she did the same. For while Janet applied the oil like one would apply sunscreen for the beach, Nha was making sure that every moment of her lathering herself up was as sensual as possible.

It took more effort than Janet would like to admit, but she was able to ignore it and instead focus on spreading the oil across her body until the entirety of her pale frame shined. It was only then that the two finally faced one another and Nha laid down the rules for today. And then Nha offered to let Janet have the first move, something that made Janet scoff. If she wanted to let the match end that quickly, then who was she to deny her?

Taking a step forward, Janet would stare into Nha’s eyes before taking a swing aimed straight for the Egyptians cheek. A punch packed with enough power to knock Nha’s head off.

That is, until Janet stumble as her feet slipped thanks to the now slick floor. Possibly causing Janets punch to whiff completely off course.

[Darius 2.0]

As Janet lathered her own oily body up, Nha watched with amused glee. Even though Janet might have been making the effort not to appear as sexy as Nha had, in the Egyptian's opinion she was failing. Watching that pale and powerful body got coated in oil was a treat for Nha's eyes, and she hoped that Janet knew it. She also looked like she had never done this before, confirming Nha's suspicions that this was the first time the fighter ever competed in an oil wrestling match. Nha figured that was the case; the woman looked like she took herself far too seriously. It reminded her of Sierra...

The thought of the one that got away made Nha all the eager to get this little trap of hers sprung. Tightening the last strap of her gloves Nha raised her fists at the ready. With Janet having deliciously oiled herself up, it seems she was ready as well. The pale woman also seemed more than eager to make use of the first move Nha had offered to her. "Well? I don't have all day now..." Nha chuckled to further goad Janet. Not that she needed it because she was already rushing the Egyptian with a punch!

Having seen her tall opponent working that bag earlier, Nha had no doubt under normal circumstances she'd have a much harder time with that punch. But just as she had predicted, Janet was completely unused to fighting in oil, causing her to lose her footing and her punch to go wide. Smiling smugly, Nha would slip her way out of Janet's path, and while Janet slid her way clumsily on the oily surface, Nha moved like the oil wasn't even there at all! Clearly she was much more experienced in this kind of environment than her opponent!

"Was that it?" Nha giggled. "Well, that didn't do much, did it? Would like to have another try?"

[Ringropes98]

For those who weren’t fighters, many of them believed that there was nothing complex about throwing a punch. They couldn’t be more wrong. Sure you could pack as much strength into your punch as you want and knock a bitch’s tooth out. But that punch wouldn’t have any of that impact if you lacked the footing to give it that big oomph! Your stance was the first thing taught to any budding fighter, more important than the punch itself.

So it was no surprise that when Janet slipped as she went to cave in Nha’s face with a punch of her own. It went badly in many ways. Not only did her swing miss her target entirely, but the damnable oil also caused her to slip and fall onto her hands and knees. Meanwhile, Nha skirted around her as if there was no oil at all, sliding around like a professional figure skater. Her condescending words only serving to infuriate Janet further and further.

Growling slightly, the pale woman would refuse to answer and instead try to climb back to her feet. A task that was harder than it seemed as her feet constantly struggled to find traction on the slick surface of the ground below. But when she eventually did get stable enough to stand up straight, she would look towards where Nha was and attempt to throw another punch. Only this time she fell forward while doing so.

[Darius 2.0]

Nha was no stranger to oil wrestling matches. In fact, she had been participating in them for years in venues much smaller than LAW. It was a thrill for the Egyptian to roll around in the slippery substance and out-wrestle another fighter. Not to mention the oil really highlighted her gorgeous skin. Because of this experience, Nha was able to navigate the oil covered surface of the octagon much easier than Janet did. Instead of a professional punch like the ones she had seen Janet throwing at the bag earlier, her opponent's blow completely whiffed. Easily Nha was able to side step it and leave Janet to stumble to the mat.

Her smugness only grew as she watched Janet attempt to stand up again, only the slippery mats made it much harder for the fighter. It reminded Nha of a baby fawn trying to walk for the first time, which brought a delighted smile to her face. "Do you need some help?" Nha snickered as she watched the show. "Take your time. I'll wait." Standing with her arms crossed she waited for Janet to find her footing again. When she had, the pale woman launched herself at Nha again for another attempt at a punch, her taunts apparently having an effect on Janet after all!

But just like last time, the punch was sloppy and imbalanced, leading to Nha seeing it coming a mile away. This time though, the blue clad Egyptian wouldn't simply dodge the blow. This time she would slip behind Janet when her punch went wide, gaining her access to the pale woman's exposed back. Grinning, Nha would pounce on Janet and attempt to hike one of her arms behind her back in a standard hammer lock, then use that to push her up against the nearest cage wall, sandwiching her between in and Nha.

[Ringropes98]

Though Janet managed to hide it mostly, she was starting to get a little frustrated. It was becoming more and more clear to her that this inclusion of oil was the Egyptians way of stacking the deck in her favor. And the worst part was that it was working, Janet found herself struggling to keep herself upright. Not to mention throw a decent punch as she found herself slipping whilst Nha giggled away.

But the Jet refused to be deterred and would quickly try to stand back to her feet to try again. She could feel the substance soaking into her clothes now as she got back up to throw another punch straight towards Nha’s face. Only for it to once again go wide as her feet once more lost its traction to the padded ground. The Jet may have proceeded to fall forward and down again, if it wasn’t for the grab on her arm.

Next thing she knew, said arm was twisted behind her in a shockingly decent hammerlock. And then she was shoved forward and pressed against the chain link fence that was the cage wall. Her entire front from her face to her breasts to her belly were pressed against it whilst she felt Nha’s body cover her from behind. And despite the internal rage she was feeling right now at being put in this position, Janet couldn’t stop the small intake of breath at the sudden warmth of Nha’s body pressing against her own.

What the hell?

[Darius 2.0]

Dodging Janet's sloppy punch was child's play to Nha even with the slippery oil they found themselves playing. The Egyptian could have easily side stepped the blow like she had the one before it and leave her sparring partner to embarrassingly pick herself up again. This time, however, Nha would decide to take her fun to the next level and catch Janet's punch, allowing her to swiftly twist the taller woman's arm up behind her back. This control would then allow her to press the Jet very uncomfortably against the steel cage, squishing er between it and the devious Egyptian.

"Oh dear," Nha giggled in amusement. "That didn't work out for you very well either." Now that she had Janet trapped between her and the cage, every word Nha spoke would be said very close to Janet's ear, enough that the pale fighter would no doubt begin to feel Nha's hot breath against her skin. The dark skinned beauty would also begin to press herself up against Janet while still keeping control of her one arm. Her Lycra clad crotch would begin to press up against her captive's ass and her breasts would mushroom themselves against her powerful backside. The oil coating their bodies would also begin to intermingle as Nha began her conquest of the taller woman in earnest.

"Mmmmm, I told you earlier didn't I?" Nha whispered into Janet's ear. "You weren't ready for this...." With her one arm still twisting Janet's up behind her back, Nha's free arm would begin to snake it's way around the pale woman's body to gain access to her front. The limb would slitter its way up Janet's form like a serpent before finding what it was looking for. Giving a smirk Janet would never see, Nha would latch her hand around one of Janet's boobs! Though they were being squished against the cage at that moment, the MMA fighter was stacked enough that Nha was able to get a full handful of one of Janet's orbs, squeezing it between her fingers in an almost tender groping!

[Ringropes98]

Janets mind struggled to figure out just what the hell was going on! She had never been put in a position like this so quickly before! It had to be the oil, what Janet had originally thought to be just a simple mind game from the tanned Egyptian had turned into a massive handicap! The pale woman could barely get her footing and because of that, she couldn’t throw a proper punch without slipping across the now incredibly slick floor. Nha meanwhile, moved like a ice skater. Her balance never seeming to change from the confident gait she began with.

Which is how the Jet found herself in this position. Pinned against the cage wall with her arm locked behind her back and her opponent pressing tantalizingly against her from behind. All thanks to a failed punch that the Egyptian was all too happy to take advantage of. This of course didn’t stop Janet from trying to push away and escape, but thanks to her current position, she has no real leverage to actually do so.

And then there was the heated whispers in her ear. Janet knew from the beginning that Nha had no pure thoughts in her mind when they first laid eyes on one another, but this merely confirmed it. Janet figured that she could handle her easily enough, but she was coming to realize as the tanned woman whispered hotly in her ears. That she had just walked blindly into a trap. The hand gliding up her body before grasping onto her breast in a sudden yet strangely pleasant grope forced a gasp out of her lips. A gasp that quickly turned into an enraged growl as she pressed harder against the wall in another attempt to free herself!