I'm Onto You - Sienna Smith/Lena Oxton

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Today, Sienna Smith planned on getting in a routine training session. She had just changed into gym shorts and a tank top in the locker room and was making her way into the gym's main area. There were very many fine specimens in the realm of lovely bodies exercising at the LAW facility. It wouldn't take long for Sienna to find herself a little distracted. But none quite caught her like the frame of a lean, well toned Brit.

Smith had spotted Tracer near the benches, working with the dumbbells. She hadn't yet made the woman's' acquaintance, but if Sienna got her way, that was sure to change. The raven haired beauty would make her way towards Tracer while staying as cool as can be. She'd raise an eyebrow and comment to the Brit as she watched her work out.

"Hey, you come here often? I don't think I've seen you around. Name's Sienna." She'd say with a wink.

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Tracer herself was busy at the dumbbells, grunting a bit with the exertion. She was clad in a yellow sports bra and matching trunks, choosing to go a bit minimal when compared to her in ring attire. Even as she worked out, she was still panning alternate attires in her head.

That's when she heard the woman behind her spout her greeting. Turning, the brunette offered a smile to Sienna, " 'Ello there!I come around every now and then. Decided to hit the gym a bit more now that I'm active on the roster. Name's Lena. Tracer is my ring name."

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"Two beautiful names for one beautiful gal." Sienna would say with a smirk as she sat down on the bench right behind Tracer.

"Name's Sienna. Sienna Smith. I've been active for a little while now. Let me give you some advice. You'll likely get better results if you improve your form" She's say as she lightly tights Tracer's lean yet toned, bare biceps with her hands. Sienna would begin assisting her new associate with her form in curling the dumbbells. Slowly, however, she'd begin working her carresses downwards, towards the Brit's hips in a suggestive fashion.

[SleeperAgent94]

Lena smiled, face tinged with a bit of pink from the compliment. She even nodded when the beautiful diva began helping her form with the dumbbells. That is right up until she felt those hands start to wander a bit, going to her hips in a more lewd and suggestive fashion. Smirking a bit to hide her embarrassment, she turned and lightly elbowed Sienna in the stomach. not enough to hurt, but enough to get the message across.

"Sorry luv. I have seen how you work. Messing with that Leah girl before laying her out. If you want a piece of me, you will have to do it in here." she teased, sliding into the ring a few feet away to create some space.

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"Oof! Hey!" Smith would protest while rubbing her tummy. She anticipated some pushback from the Brit, but she didn't realize Tracer would be this feisty!

"Oh, you heard about that?" Having realizing her pretense as a friendly, harmless face was blown, Sienna would attempt to kick the toned gym goer in the gut. She'd try follow up by wrapping her arm around the black haired woman's head to set the woman up for her signature Impaler DDT!

If the move connected and Sienna managed to spike Tracer's head into the gym floor, she'd stand over the woman for a second and place her foot on Lena's breast. Bystanders would begin to fetch security to check things out and as they did, Sienna offered the girl some parting words.

"While I would loooove to mess with you more, how about I do it in an actual match. Just you, me, and a ring, Tracer. It'll be our hot date!"

[SleeperAgent94]

Tracer assumed Sienna would take the hint. It wasn't that Sienna wasn't good looking. on the contrary, the Brit found the ebony woman quite attractive, but her approach was...less than subtle for her liking.

Boy was she wrong.

Tracer turned to find a foot digging deep into her toned tummy. The woman was briefly lifted from the ground by the force, breathless from the kick. If that wasn't enough, Sienna dragged her in, pressing her head against the woman's side. Feeling a hand yank at her gym pants, the Brit was lifted clear off the floor only to come crashing down on the gym floor. The impact alone nearly knocked her out cold, limbs flopping lifelessly above her head. Her eyes were barely open, soft groans slipping past her lips.

When Sienna's foot was planted firmly on her chest, her arms jerked in response, while her new challenger made her terms, the words echoing in the dim haze of her mind.