A Professional Courtesy

[BlackAkuma]

…did this bitch just call her ‘pretty’?

For some reason, that cut more than all the little petty insults this woman threw her way. That condescending tone, talking down to her like she was some pitiable little girl. It reddened Wendy’s cheeks, and she almost went into another full tirade, thinking up a whole host of new insults to hurl Neith’s way…but she would have to save them all for next time - and there would be a next time - because she had something far more important to do with her mouth at the moment.

Wendy took a deep, long breath.

She gathered all the air she could, filling her lungs to maximum capacity, just as Neith settled and leaned in for a comfy facesit. It wasn’t full weight and spread, only enough to cover her face and keep her from turning her head to the side, enough to make breathing hard but not impossible. She instantly knew why, before Neith’s words confirmed it: the ‘goddess’ demanded submission, to leave no doubt who’d come out on top. Understandable. She’d have even found it hot, if she wasn’t on the receiving end.

There was no way out, no chance to escape, nothing she could do, and on some level, Wendy realized the inevitable. But that wouldn’t stop her from fighting, with the last few embers of resistance refusing to go out. One last push, one final flicker, if only to snub her rival before they reached the unavoidable conclusion.

Wendy screamed her defiance into Neith’s ass, a guttural roar that echoed through her tormentress’ body, almost daring her to make it even worse.

[HotWheels]

If Neith could give Wendy one iota of credit, and she gave credit infrequently, it was that she was stupid. Too stupid to know when she was beaten, which one (not Neith) might also call bravery and toughness. Neith would outwardly refer to it as stupidity, however, while inwardly admiring it as toughness. Even as Neith smushed her into a humiliating, inescapable position beneath her tush, the woman fought for all she was worth and screamed a war cry of a scream that was far clearer by way of the shivers it sent through Neith's body than through its muffled sounds. The fit surpassed any reaction Neith typically received in this position, and she loved it.

She further stretched her body, truly feeling herself and the dominance of the situation. Despite her remaining aches and her sour opinion on Wendy's overall persona, the goddess did not care to hide how much she enjoyed herself. A wiggle of her rear, one that would drag Wendy's face along with it, added to her evident enjoyment. "You fit in there a little too nicely. Almost as if you belong. I find that happens a lot with my opponents." It mattered not to her how much of that Wendy heard. The viewers would hear it, and Neith would hear it when she watched it back later on a particularly boring night.

Though she didn't take the scream as Wendy's asking for more...Neith certainly gave her more. Many temptations were there as she turned from eying Wendy's buried face to Wendy's sprawled lower half. After a second of pondering, she slowly ran her hands across the smooth, pale skin of Wendy's sides and hips, then dragged nails lightly, teasingly across her abs. Mmmm...she could claw her stomach. She could nab a leg to stretch to repay her for the Boston Crab. She could do so many things, but Neith couldn't resist beating her with her ass alone.

After another moment of caressing, the Egyptian goddess lifted in what might have seemed to be a fair respite for the woman beneath her. As quickly as she raised, however, she slammed down again, forcibly thrusting her rear back at an angle to crush Wendy's face beneath her. "Tap, bitch."

[BlackAkuma]

As Wendy’s struggles went on and her cause grew more and more futile, she was confronted with a grim reality: she was going to tap. One way or another. The thought alone made her stomach churn.

Reality grew clearer with each passing second. This was the same situation she’d put countless others in, and she knew how it played out. First, the fighting, then came the panic, followed by the tapping, with the begging to top it all off. How many victims had been where she was now, crying and blubbering, begging for every breath of fresh air that Wendy deigned to give them?

Karma truly was a bitch. With anyone else, this might’ve been their moment of clarity, a chance to rethink their path in life. With Wendy, it just pissed her off even more.

She supposed she should be grateful that Neith seemed keen to skip the final step, only wanting her submission and not her degradation - more than she had already, at least. She could only imagine the look on Neith’s face, the satisfied expression, as she sat and gazed over her defeated body. Hands trailed over her skin, fingers prickling over her nerves, sparking her sensations with every touch. It felt good. Too good. As much as she wanted to throttle this woman, a part of her wouldn’t have minded doing those fingers doing more, and she wanted that part to shut up right now. She wanted out. She needed out.

She ground her teeth, closed her eyes, swallowed so much of her pride that she nearly choked on it, then tapped out. A little touch, at first, then harder. And harder. And harder. Furiously patting at Neith’s side, growing more desperate with each passing, airless second.

[HotWheels]

Even as her lower half wreaked havoc against the American's pretty face, riding out the remaining struggles that felt like heaven, Neith's fingers continued to slowly knead at Wendy's stomach. With victory near-entirely assured, she planned to make this something Wendy could not forget for a long time. Of course, all the bodywriting would surely help with that, but an experience in and of itself? Hundreds upon hundreds of clients had thought that worth spending hundreds of dollars a shot on the Egyptian goddess, and she had never left one disappointed. They always came back. Wendy might not have paid, but Neith planned to plague this bitch with her memory rather than have it the source for weeks of sweet daydreams. "Let this be your best reminder of tonight," she said, giving voice to her thoughts.

And then it came. It was light at first. So light that Neith could choose to ignore it at first, even if she did glance down at the hand patting on her side. "Feel like touching?", she asked, as she finally drew her eyes from the American's body to again look over her shoulder at the struggling woman. Then the taps came harder, faster, and Neith tingled with every single one. She savored for but a few more seconds, her lips parting in a sigh, before the goddess relented.

She lifted forward, setting Wendy's face free and scooting until she rested on the woman's stomach and letting the American's arms free in the process. Seeing Wendy's flushed face revealed from beneath her brought another near-manic grin to the beauty's face, and she chewed lightly at a fingernail like a coy pin-up girl as she pondered her. "In case you were wondering..." She reached back to nudge a breast. "That means I win the match."

[BlackAkuma]

To Neith’s credit, she didn’t drag things out - at least, nowhere close to the same length that Wendy would’ve. Hell, she might not have let off at all. If there was one thing she loved, sessions or not, it was playing with taps. That was the great thing about session wrestling over the in-ring stuff. In the hotel room, she didn’t have to worry about referees mucking up her fun. Her rules, her world, her time. She’d bet good money that Neith thought along the same lines.

But she did let up. Not without her fanfare, but she did it, and Wendy took in deep gulps of air after she did, using the break to regain some equilibrium in her body. She only stirred when Neith touched her, shooting her head up to glare towards the ‘goddess’. ”Yeah, yeah, I heard-”

Her eyes narrowed as she caught sight of her breasts, seeing Neith’s handiwork for the first time. The Egyptian had inscribed her name on one tit, in the fanciest font possible, of course. The other had something in whatever language this woman spoke, the same weird one that was on her legs. Couldn't read a word of it, but she could guess what it said. The legs were one thing, but this was especially annoying, since about 90% of Wendy’s upper body wardrobe consisted of items that were meant to show off her breasts. She’d be getting her money’s worth out of her turtlenecks in the near future.

”Ugh.” Wendy groaned and threw her head back, letting her exasperation out with a long exhale. ”I heard you, fuck. You can get the hell off me any damn time now.”

[HotWheels]

Damn, Neith wished that she had a second camera to pick up that reaction to Wendy's discovering the writing on her breasts. The sight of the goddess' name shut the woman up nearly as the ass that had just been robbing her of her breath. The realization and the resounding ugh that broke through the quieted room made had Neith giddy. She wiggled her butt again, forgetting that it, too, was marked up. Later, she would rage into the bathroom mirror when none of it came off. Basking in her victory, however, she could not have cared less.

"I can tell how much you like it," she sweetly spoke. "I think that means you're mine to anyone wondering." And anyone who saw her for at least the next handful of weeks would certainly wonder. Neith pictured a client asking Wendy who Neith was and her gaining another client of her own in the process. The idea made her set off into yet another fit of giggling. Victory felt too nice sometimes.

At Wendy's demand, the goddess, still a professional deep down, the Egyptian (though taking her time) did daintily ease herself off of Wendy's stomach and eventually scooted until her feet could touch the floor. She made sure to sway the rear that had just been in control where Wendy could see it as she made for the camera, bent down to blow a kiss to end the recording, and turned it off. "Now," she said, her voice almost dropping to its more natural flat tone instantaneously. No need for the act with the recording over. "If you would be so kind as to leave so I can shower and get some sleep, I might even send you a copy of this if you don't edit it."

She turned back to Wendy, looking her over, a touch of the goddess returning for a moment. "Or you may just want it for the next time you play with yourself."

[BlackAkuma]

Neith did get off, but of course, she couldn't just get off. She had to make a whole big deal of it, shaking around, milking the moment, playing to the camera - which, damn, Wendy almost forgot about in all of that. She didn’t just lose, but her lose was going to be bought and sold over and over again, uploaded to sharing sites and pirated, played thousands of times in thousands of bedroom on thousands of laptops when thousands of guys thought no one was looking.

Not the kind of thought she wanted to go to bed with.

As Neith stood up and took care of the camera, Wendy rolled off and stood up, straightening up to get all the kinks out of her body - and there were many. Funny, but that was probably the most intense match she’d had since she came to Japan, pushing her in ways that she didn’t even know she could be pushed. It definitely wasn’t the way she’d expected this day to end, and as she looked over her shoulder and got a preview of the artwork on her backside, that point was driven home even further.

She didn’t rush towards the door, but she didn’t reach it with slow steps, either, not wanting to give Neith any more chance to play things up than she had to. She wrote down her email address on some stationary she found near the phone and laid it where her rival could see.

Wendy was prepared to leave the room in a huff, and was on her way to doing so, even opening the door and putting one foot out. She stopped before she could get out all the way, though, and turned back to Neith with one soft hand on the door. She made sure to get eye contact, and took out some of the drawl from her voice when she spoke.

”Just so you know,” Wendy drummed her fingers along the handle. ”One day, you and me are gonna meet again. Don’t know when, don’t know how, but when it does? You won’t be smiling, then...goddess ” She tipped her head to the side and gave a short, parting wave. “Be seeing you.”

And she was gone.