Misunderstanding between us

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Nerissa was adamant about this. She hated it when anyone looked down on her. Especially when it comes to the ring. The words that came out of Clara's mouth could only be said to someone who is not equal to her. Someone who is weak. The Native American woman heard exactly the same words from Alice in a bar. Alice called her a weakling, and Nerissa, in her turn, promised that she would make the short-haired brunette forget about this word in relation to her. And she managed to fulfill this promise.

Now she intended to do the same with Clara. The Native American woman wanted the brunette sitting in front of her to never dare to declare her victory so easily in advance. Of course, Nerissa was well aware that every fighter strives for victory. There is nothing wrong and reprehensible in this. However, this is a matter of respect. And when you are ready to tell your opponent so easily that you will win, then there can be no question of any respect. That was what Nerissa wanted. She wanted Clara to start respecting her, and not keep saying that she would win every time.

It was not difficult for her to see that the British woman's face changed after hearing the type of match that Nerissa chose. Some might have thought it was mean on the part of the Native American woman, given that she had just found out that Clara had a girlfriend. However, she didn't feel any remorse. If Clara had at least slightly reduced her arrogance, then Nerissa would have no problem offering a different type of match. But since the brunette thought that her victory was something taken for granted, then let her feel the consequences of this. She's a veteran who is ready to win in any conditions, right?

With a bright blush on her cheeks, Clara began to mutter that she agreed to such a match in an apartment setting. At the same time, Nerissa's smile returned to her face. It seems that she, without expecting it, found a point on which to put pressure. She really hadn't counted on it, but she had just found a gap in the veteran's ego.

"In an apartment setting?" She repeated, clearly enjoying the fact that now Clara no longer looked as confident of her victory as a minute ago. "No, Clara, during our first match, thousands of spectators watched us, and I will not allow our rematch to go unnoticed." Nerissa took a short sip of coffee, giving the brunette the opportunity to understand that she would not get a private match away from prying eyes. "This time we will be watched not just by thousands, but by tens of thousands of spectators because this match will take places at the largest PPV, We Are LAW!"

Nerissa's long tongue slid across her lips. Yes, that's what she wanted. And she knew perfectly well how big a bet it was. If she loses, she will most likely remain forever in the shadow of the veteran who first defeated her in a regular match, and then at the largest PPV. And, of course, Nerissa more than fully understood that she could lose. No one is immune from defeat regardless of the match. But she intended to earn her rival's respect. And so she was willing to put everything she had on the line if she had to.

"After all, what wrestler would you be if you didn’t try to get revenge for your sister?" Nerissa sharply reminded to make Clara to see the difference between the confidence she felt a minute ago and the confidence she felt now.

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The situation was so sudden to her, Clara didn’t even get the time to properly think things over. It wasn’t that she didn’t find Nerissa attractive. She was more than ok with wrestling Nerissa in a hentai match in a private setting, even if the recording would be available publicly later… but Clara still felt uncomfortable about doing a hentai match in front of a public.

And despite Clara’s nudges to calm things down, Nerissa actually doubled down on the idea, wanting for it to be on the upcoming PPV!

”Mmmmggghhh…”

”Can I please have a PPV without wrestling in a bikini?”, Clara would think to herself. She couldn’t believe that Nerissa wanted respect so much, she would humiliate her this badly… and that’s while Clara already had respect for the Native American woman!

”I refu—!”

Right as Clara tried to say that, Nerissa twisted the knife further, reminding her why she had this match in the first place. As weird as it was to wrestle Nerissa in such a lewd match after the brutal brawl Nerissa and Alice put themselves through, Clara knew how stubborn the Native American was. If they were to wrestle, it was this or nothing.

”…damnit…”, she would say to herself in her mind, as it started to want the match now. Given no option, the thoughts of Clara and Nerissa’s naked tussle turned from an embarrassing thought…to something Clara wanted to do. If Nerissa wanted this? Wanted to risk getting Clara’s respect or get humiliated trying? Clara was fine with it. But, as the Brit took a deep breath, she had another term to add on top of her stipulation:

”I accept. But. I am adding to the stipulation. I don’t think you’d mind if we fight in oil, do you?”, Clara would tell Nerissa, still blushing at accepting the challenge, sipping on her coffee… incredibly nervous about the whole affair…

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Nerissa suspected that Clara would refuse. Nothing could hide the embarrassment on the British woman's face. But that's why Nerissa added another injection at the end of her speech, reminding the brunette of her own words. Yeah, maybe it was a little mean. However, Nerissa intended to get a chance to prove that she was equal to Clara. At any cost. Therefore, her conscience was calm.

Besides, it worked. Her reminder literally cut the British woman off in mid-sentence. And although hardly anyone would have seen anything special in this, it was obvious to Nerissa that Clara was now on the hook. She managed to hurt the brunette's pride. In a sense, it has become a poison. Nerissa could only wait until this poison reached the heart of her rival. And although she wasn't one to have much patience, this time she intended to just wait.

It was very interesting for the Native American woman to watch Clara's reaction. In this she was very similar to her friend, Charlotte. The pink-haired woman also tried to avoid any obscenity, especially in the ring. Even if Nerissa wanted to, she couldn't stop smiling. Looking into Clara's eyes, she could see all the contradictions that were spinning in her head at that moment. At some point, the brunette opened her mouth slightly, and Nerissa slightly raised her head, as if trying to push Clara to start talking. And then...

"Hoooooooooo..." Nerissa drawled, almost not hiding her surprise. "Still waters run deep, yeah?"

Okay, it's worth admitting that this was really unexpected for Nerissa. However, this by no means meant that this surprise was unpleasant. Nerissa's right hand moved smoothly forward, sliding along the surface of the table until her finger touched Clara's fingers. Without a single shadow of embarrassment on her face, Nerissa joined their palms, forcing their fingers to intertwine.

"Then I think you, in your turn, won't mind if we personally cover each other with oil before the start of the match," she said, still hissing softly. "Every part of our bodies... how does that sound, Clara?"

With these words, Nerissa slightly strained her fingers, squeezing the brunette's palm in order to establish real physical contact with her. She saw the blush on her rival's cheeks. She saw that even though Clara suggested adding oil to the match, it was still something unusual for her. But Nerissa wanted Clara to feel right now that real pleasure awaits her in this match. And although the brunette has a girlfriend, Nerissa was sure that she would be able to give her rival something that no other woman could give her.

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Clara was embarassed… but was ultimately up for the idea of the match. She would need to talk to Kay to get a go ahead on the matter… and yes, wrestling a hentai match in front of the crowd for the first time would be awkward, as was the rather brutal sounding stipulation… but otherwise…she found Nerissa hot as hell… and teaching her a lesson in oil sounded even hotter. Clara could use a match without the stakes being her freedom or the like, instead just tussling with a gorgeous woman for fun.

Nerissa agreed to Clara’s stipulation… with a minor addition - both women would coat one another in oil before the start of the match:

”Can’t wait to get your hands on me, huh?”, Clara smirked…

…before immediately blushing. At the flirt, in a public space, her mind immediately went into fight or flight mode. She finished her coffee, looking at the fresh carrot cake for a second… before deciding to leave it, as much as it pained her to do so:

”I’ll…um…request it with higher ups as soon as possible. You’ll get the papers for the match soon…um…s-see you in the ring…”, Clara would say, still blushing, as she randomly grabbed 100 pound bill from her bag, leaving it at the table, and left the cafe…

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Nerissa suspected that they would discuss the match during this meeting, but she could not even imagine that their conversation would lead to this. However, she didn't regret it at all. Yes, first of all she wanted to humiliate Clara in front of thousands of viewers. She considered it a fair price to pay for the arrogance of the veteran. However... when Nerissa took the brunette by the hand…

It was a very strange feeling. A wave of warmth swept from her palm to her heart. The Native American woman had an idea that didn't seem to belong to her. Yes, she certainly found Clara very attractive. But at that moment she had a feeling that she wanted to do it not because of her pride, but because she just wants to taste pleasure with this woman.

However, Nerissa didn't have time to think about it because after a few seconds, Clara removed her hand from the hand of the Native American woman. Had she really crossed the line? Clara finished her coffee in two sips, and then got up from the table without even touching the second portion of carrot cake.

At that moment, Nerissa was overcome by strange feelings. Now she saw on Clara's face not embarrassment, but confusion. And no doubt the British woman wanted to leave Nerissa and this place as soon as possible. The strangest thing was that a minute ago the Native American woman was sure that she had nothing to justify, but now she felt that she had done wrong and therefore…

"Clara, listen..." she began.

But she didn't have a chance to finish the sentence. Clara interrupted her, saying that she would take care of the preparation of the match, after which she threw a large bill on the table and retreated as quickly as if she had never been there. After watching her rival until she disappeared around the corner of the building, Nerissa leaned back on the sofa and covered her face with her hands.

"Great, Nerissa, just fucking great..." she muttered. "What's going on with you… she's your rival... she thinks she's better than you... so why do you feel... this..."

She couldn't bring herself to say the word sympathy. The Native American woman felt her head begin to fill with pain. And unlike most other cases, it wasn't due to a hangover. This time it was due to the fact that she had conflicting feelings both towards Clara and towards their whole meeting. And although most people face contradictions almost every day, for Nerissa it was something completely unusual.

"Do you want to take the cake with you?" Asked the waitress, whose approach Nerissa did not even notice. "I can put this in a container."

"Hmm?" Nerissa took her hands away from her face and looked first at the waitress, and then at the carrot cake that Clara had left untouched. "You know, I was hoping that this carrot cake would allow her to look at me differently... I was hoping that she would like it... what an idiot I am..."

"Excuse me, I don't quite..."

"Doesn't matter..."

With a heavy sigh, Nerissa got up from the table. She pursed her lips slightly as she looked at the 100 pound bill Clara had left. Even here she left the last word for herself. Yes, of course, it was Clara who invited Nerissa here. But it was Nerissa who wanted to pay for the coffee and cake. It wasn't typical for her, but for some reason she wanted to do it. For Clara.

"Thank you, the cake was great..." muttered the Native American woman, taking out another 100 pound bill.

"You're welcome..." the waitress was clearly shocked by the amount of tips that these two strange women left for her.

Nerissa wanted to squeeze out a smile, but not succeeding in this, she simply headed for the exit. The headache was getting stronger and this was clearly a bad sign, because she had a long flight to Japan ahead of her. Damn. This meeting clearly didn't end the way she wanted it to.

"Oh, by the way!" The waitress called out to her. "Sometimes it takes some time to realize how delicious the cake was!"

The Native American woman raised both eyebrows, and then was able to smile sincerely. Nodding gratefully, she left the cafe. Yeah, right, sometimes we all just need some time. Nerissa had no idea what was on Clara's soul. And, it was pointless to deny, right now she had no idea what was on her own soul too. Therefore, she had to think about what exactly she wanted from the upcoming match. Humiliate Clara in order to teach her a lesson... or plunge into the ocean of pleasure with her…

With a slight smile on her face, Nerissa caught herself thinking that she was leaning towards the second option.