L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Aurelia Vance stood in the center of her high-ceilinged living room, hands on her hips, surveying the transformation of her private sanctuary. When she signed with LAW, she made a quiet vow to herself: this run would not simply be a victory lap. It would be a legacy project. She knew the sun had begun its slow, inevitable descent on her active career, and while she still possessed the strength to crush ribs and the technique to snap tendons, she found a new pull from the idea of cultivation - tending to the next generation.

She had put the word out through the league's channels: the Gilded Queen's door was open to anyone with interest in private sparring. Helpful critique. New (or old) ideas. A chance to roll with a veteran who had survived every dungeon and spotlight Europe had to offer.

Mako Adachi had been among the first to reach out, and Aurelia respected the initiative and planned to, before the two climbed on the mats, prove a good host.

Her townhouse reflected her own duality. Under normal circumstances, the room boasted rich mahogany furniture, velvet drapes, and the scent of expensive sandalwood. Today, however, the heavy armchairs and the marble coffee table had been pushed to the perimeter. The expensive Persian rug lay rolled in the corner, replaced by a grid of professional-grade wrestling mats that dominated the floor space. It looked a place where the violence of grappling could be practiced with sophistication.

Aurelia paced the perimeter of the mats, her bare feet sinking slightly into the foam. Her eyes caught a flash of black lace draped over the back of a pushed-aside chaise lounge - a silk bustier she had neglected to put away after buying and trying it on the day before. She moved to it with a small, knowing smile, scooping the garment up. She tucked the lace discreetly into a drawer in the hallway console.

She paused before the hallway mirror to give her current attire a final inspection. She had dressed for the occasion in her standard ring attire, believing that one should always practice as they intended to perform. The metallic gold leotard clung to her powerful frame with unforgiving precision, the fabric stretching tight over her thick thighs and the solid curve of her stomach. She adjusted the bodice, ensuring the cutout displayed her cleavage properly without risking a slip, and tightened the red and gold gauntlets on her forearms. Her flame-colored hair fell loose around her shoulders, a vibrant contrast to the gold. She looked every inch what she would have in the ring.

The chime of the doorbell cut through her focus. Good. Right on time.

Ruffling her hair for presentation's sake, she walked to the heavy oak door with her usual heavy, rhythmic gait, likely loud enough to be heard from outside as the floorboards gently creaked. She unlocked the deadbolt and swung the door wide, filling the frame with her presence.

She looked down at Mako, a warm, inviting smile softening the usual imperious edge of her features. She rested one hand on the curve of her gold-clad hip, leaning against the doorframe with relaxed confidence.

"Mako," Aurelia greeted, her voice warm. "You found the place. Come in, come in. The mats are down, and I am entirely at your disposal."

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Mako stood outside the nice looking townhouse with a bag hanging from her shoulder. She'd take her time to admire the place before ringing the door bell. She'd heard about a veteran offering to help train others in a private setting. Normally the shark wouldn't bother with that sort of thing. After all she was pretty good at fighting all things considered. And she liked training publicly. All she had to do was pick a fight and boom, instant training partner. What won her over, though, was being veeeeeery attracted to the woman offering the training. Seeing a picture of the sexy older woman made her mouth water. Who would say no to rolling around on the mats with such a hottie. So, after signing herself up for some private fun, the shark would wait for the day and hurry over. Now wearing a jacket over her tank top and jeans, Mako would wait for someone to answer the door as tapped her foot.

Mako Adachi

As soon as those big doors opened, the shark would find herself staring at the beautiful woman she was meeting. Leaning against the doorframe and radiating sex appeal, Aurelia was already dressed to rumble in her sexy skin tight leotard. Normally Mako preferred to see some skin, however, the red headed bombshell made it look irresistible. A nice detail Mako noticed was that her feet were out similarly to how she fought in kick pads. It wasn't so much that she had a foot fetish...she just had overall fetish for a woman's body. Actually no...she did have a foot fetish. The shark had stepped on way too many people's faces to deny that. Of course Aurelia was also sporting a pretty grand boob window. The heart shaped opening could probably fit Mako's entire head in there...mental notes to try that for later were made...

"Looking good, teach~" she'd say after bitting her lip. "Entirely? I like the sound of that~ Thanks for having me over" Mako would say before walking inside and walking over to the mats with her host. Glancing around her surroundings, the shark was impressed by how expensive some of this stuff looked. Stepping onto the mat, Mako would set down her bag holding her change of clothes before slipping off her jacket and starting to change her clothes right there on the spot. "Nice place you've got here..." she'd say, before suddenly pulling her tank top over her head. Revealing her bare naked chest right in front of Aurelia. "I can be kinda rough when I fight...but I'll make sure to keep things on the mat. Can't have me damaging the merch, right teach~?" she'd chuckled while continuing to strip in front of the woman. Kicking off her shoes and sliding down her jeans, the shark was naked save for her black thong. Mako wasn't totally oblivious of her actions though. A part of her did want to turn the older woman on by stripping for her. But even if she didn't the shark probably would have changed in front of her anyway just because it was easier. So, pulling out a pair of wrestling briefs, Mako would start to redress herself. "So what'd you have in mind for today? Anything you wanna do to me?" she'd ask with a playful wink.

Aurelia watched Mako approach with the kind of appreciation one might reserve for a well-crafted sculpture. The younger woman moved with confidence, a swagger that bordered on cocky, and Aurelia found herself cataloging details with professional interest. Athletic build, lean muscle. Pretty, too, with sharp features and what she could only define as playful energy.

In return, the younger woman's gaze traveled deliberately down her body, lingering on the heart-shaped cutout of her leotard, dropping to her bare feet, then slowly climbing back up. Thorough. Very thorough. That she added a "looking good, teach" that sounded almost cavalierly American only confirmed that Mako had quite the fascination with her... and the more the woman spoke, the less Aurelia had to doubt. Her mouth faintly twisted with amusement that she otherwise chose to hide.

"Mmm, I did promise that, I believe," Aurelia replied smoothly, stepping aside to let Mako enter. "Though I suspect we may have different interpretations of what that entails."

She closed the door and followed Mako toward the mats, noting the younger woman's appreciative glances around the room. When Mako complimented the place, Aurelia opened her mouth to respond - and then stopped as the jacket came off, followed immediately by the tank top yanked overhead without ceremony or warning. Bare breasts, less than thirty seconds into their meeting. Bold little thing.

She leaned against the doorframe leading into the room, crossing her arms beneath her chest in a posture that might have looked casual if not for the way it pushed her cleavage up against the gold fabric. Her expression remained neutral - pleasant, even - but internally she was recalibrating, reassessing what this spar might entail. "I appreciate the concern for my furniture, but it will be fine," Aurelia said evenly, her tone betraying nothing as Mako continued stripping. The jeans slid down toned legs, revealing a black thong that sat low on Mako's hips, and as the young woman bent over, Aurelia's gaze followed the movement with the same frank interest Mako had shown her moments before. She clearly meant this to be a show, so Aurelia didn't bother changing the channel.

And her wording remained anything but subtle. She supposed she applauded her for knowing what she wanted. "Anything I want to do to you?" she repeated. "I hope you stay careful with open-ended offers like that. You might find I take you up on them - or anyone less savory might reinterpret them entirely."

She pushed off the doorframe and walked closer, her bare feet padding softly against the mats. She stopped a few feet away, close enough that Mako would feel her presence but not so close as to crowd - yet. Her brown eyes swept over the younger woman's body again now that she was mostly dressed, tracking the lines of muscle, the confidence in her posture.

"As for what I have in mind..." Aurelia began pacing a slow circle around Mako, deliberately taking her time. The movement was predatory in its patience, giving Mako time to feel observed, appraised. "Simple mat wrestling. It's not my intention to patronize you. You are already a competitor at the highest level, and I only intend to give you an honest opinion after a spar. And I suppose see how well you handle distraction."

She intentionally leaned in at that statement, watching Mako's eyes as she bent over, giving the younger woman a golden opportunity to see straight down her top.

Mako didn't need to tell the older woman she flat out wanted to fuck her. Not when her actions were blunt enough all on there own. Stripping right in front of Aurelia, the shark made sure to show off her body and give the redhead plenty of ideas on what they could do together. All the while, she'd make sure to watch for the woman's reactions. To her credit, the woman wasn't fawning over her like a schoolgirl. She was, however, paying attention. Not bothering to look away as the shark did her little strip show, Aurelia would keep her eyes on the prize so to speak. That told Mako the woman was interested. Chuckling then as the woman told her to be careful with her offers, she wondered what the redhead would say if she knew exactly how wild she could get. "Take it any way you want, Teach~ I don't really care about playing it safe...In fact I love taking risks~" the shark would say shortly before Aurelia started to approach her.

Watching as the woman circled her, Mako would smile and let herself be appraised while naked save for the thong she had on. Her tattoos on full display as she stood there quietly. In fact, getting circled like this got her heart racing. Big surprise that the kinky shark liked being stalked by a fellow predator. Listening to the woman as she let herself be eye fucked, the shark would let the redhead lay out her plans for the evening before turning her attention to the woman's chest. It wasn't like the shark was even trying to leer at them either. Aurelia would practically stick them in her face as she leaned forward like that. "It's your lesson. Can't say I'm disapointed to have you all to myself on the mat...Nice boobwindow by the way~" she would respond to the sexy older woman. Not even trying to avoid staring at her breasts as she'd actually lean forward to get and even closer look at them. "If this is your idea of a distraction...hot~" Mako chuckled as she'd reach up and hook her finger on the opening. Slowly pulling it down, the shark would stretch it out a little before letting the skin tight attire snap back into place.

"Anyway...I'm guess you don't want to do this like the greeks...so I'll cover up for now..." she'd say in a flirty tone as she'd turn around and bend over. Giving Aurelia a distraction of her own as she showed off her sexy ass while pulling her wrestling briefs up her legs. After sliding them on they'd be wedged between her cheeks a bit, so the shark would use her fingers to hook under the material so she could adjust them. All on purpose of course as she kept trying to seduce the older woman. Then, grabbing her top, the shark would pull it over her head and arms before finally covering her breasts. "So...Now that you've got a good look...what do you think?" Mako would say, waiting to hear what Aurelia thought after getting a nice long look at her body.

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