Let Me Blow Ya Mind (Feat. Elvira Velour, Airmed, and Kazuma Satou)

[DSX93]

Elvira Velour

(Imagine that the ears are black.)

Airmed

(Imagine that the ears are green.)

Elvira's Penthouse Suite

(Imagine that there's nothing in between the couches besides stripper poles that stand right in front of them, and a ring.)

"So why are we wearin' boehnny ooehtfets, again?"

"Why not? Our guest dresses like a fantasy RPG protagonist, so I figure these will be a valuable tool in his training. Something we can use to teach him a lesson in keeping his eyes on the ball, if he needs it." And aside from that, she just felt like dressing up. Her green eyes gave a once over of the Irish beauty. "That's a nice touch, by the way. I like that."

Aoibhinn's face lit up at the compliment. It took her quite a while to bring this outfit into being. Sticking to the nature goddess theme was important to her, but she wanted to look good too. "Yeah?" She did a little twirl for the older redhead, showing off the the fruits of her labor. She wasn't the average nerd, having hit the gym about as hard as she hit the books, and the end result was muscles and curves that were all perfectly placed. Sexy. Powerful. Dangerous.

"You're killing it, darling. And you'll benefit from this too. You've only faced women in your tryout matches."

"What is dere to learn 'ere, really? Joehst steck it in, de rest sahrts itself ooeht, right? And de rest is joehst salad dressin'."

And this is why Elvira wanted her here today. "Good thing you're supposed to be a goddess of nature and not a goddess of sex." She regarded her with a smile that was saying, "Bless your heart."

"'Ey!"

She ignored the frown she received in response and dropped a nugget of knowledge that she hadn't thought she'd need to. "Men are simple creatures, yes, but they have their buttons and spots too. Their well runs as deep as ours. And besides, if you wanna be the next big thing in a league like this, especially if you wanna get your hands on the Hentai title..." Aoibhinn had never said anything to that effect, but it was something she still needed to know. "You're gonna have to blow some minds."

Elvira, deciding that words weren't going to be enough to get her point across, sauntered into Aobhinn's personal space, bringing a hand around to claim a spot at the small of her back and pulled her in close. The smaller woman's hands thoughtlessly sought a place on her shoulders, her green eyes would lock right on to the..."Tetties." that were now right in her face. "Speaking of men..." She chuckled, an involuntary reaction that would probably work against her; the meager chest area of her bunny suit wasn't made to restrict movement. "I wonder if you might actually be one."

"Mmhmm." Aoibhinn pretended to be more preoccupied than she really was. She'd heard every word Elvira said, but...Those tits!

Elvira lifted a forefinger and thumb to take hold of her chin and tilted her head to get her attention. Aoibhinn promptly pulled away and let her eyes fall back down to all the flesh that was spilling out of her top. Cheeky little...

Attempt #2. Aoibhinn's cheek would be lit up with a slap. The disciplining hand would then go behind her head to get a firm grasp of her fiery red locks and pull. This time, she wouldn't have any other choice but to give her undivided attention. Not that she wanted to fight it now that she was feeling those tingles again.

Elvira looked down at her with a cool smirk. "This right here." And then her expression turned into something more serious. "It takes more than technique. You need to assess the situation and your opponent. You need to come at them with the right attitude. Give them the right looks. Use your words. Get into their heads. Dig into their very souls, if you can. It's not enough to get them off. You want to make sure that they never forget what you've done to them. Do you follow?" Her tone was firm, like a mother who was disciplining a child. Brooking no impudence, but also having a measure of softness as she explained why the spanking happened.

The Irish lass nodded her head the best she could with it being under the Songbird's control, saying nothing. Obediently waiting for the next word, or whatever else her mentor may have in mind. "Good." She would be rewarded with another tug to pull her head even further back, and...God, that tongue! It travelled all along her neck, inducing a shiver. And it kept going to the very edge of her chin, making her weak at the knees. A moan passed her lips, and her arms started moving on their own, seeking to wrap themselves around Elvira's neck so they could pull her closer for more.

And then she found herself falling back into the couch behind her. Denied.

But Aoibhinn was picking up what had been put down. The trick was figuring out what the right attitudes, looks, and words were.

"Now, what would you like to drink?"

"Are you sure dat's a good idea?

"An Irishwoman second-guessing a drink? Now I really have seen everything." She'd have another remark right there in the chamber for the raspberry she received in response. "I'm gonna take you to new heights using that too."

"What's dat mean?" Her mentee was on the verge of taking offense. Sex was something she was new to, but her ego wouldn't let her sit there and take being told she sucked at it after all the research she did. She didn't.

"It means, my darling, that you're good with that tongue." And she really was. "But if you stick with me, I'll make you great."

That softened her hardening face. "Aye aye, captain."

"Now, what'll you have? Champagne? Wine?" Aoibhinn hadn't said no, and Elvira figured that a little something to take the edge off would be helpful.

"Got any red wine?"

"Good choice. Coming up."

Elvira went into the kitchen to fill their glasses. When she returned, Aoibhinn had a question ready: "You play RPG's?"

"I haven't lately." Elvira handed her a glass and sat down beside her. "But I have had clients in the past who played them. Not my glass of wine, personally. What about you?"

"I've never 'ad de time to play any video games. I'm pretty moehch either wahrkin ooeht, 'ikin', ahr wahrkin ahn me prahdoehcts."

"Hmm. Want a word of advice?"

"What is it?"

"You should get out more. And I'm not talking about the gym or your shops. You're twenty-four years old. This is the best time to be living it up. Hit a club and get some drinks in you. Shake that sweet ass on the dance floor, and see what it brings your way. Take the time to see some landmarks when you arrive at the next town. See the world. You have the funds."

"Eh, dahn't know abooeht de cloehbs, boeht I can do de sightseein'."

"That's fine. We'll start with Bordeaux. Believe me, there's a reason why they call it the wine capital of the world."

"Sooehnds good to me."

"Ah, that's better." A cheeky smile that crossed those succulent lips before they took the edge of her glass between them told Aoibhinn what she was getting at.

"Ahh, go shoot oehp a mall ahr sahmethin', you coehnt."

The mouth this young lady has on her! Elvira couldn't help but laugh at the audacity. "Excuse me for giving out advice when it wasn't asked for, but I wouldn't recommend saying something like that at work."

The two enjoyed their wine and chatted their way through the wait for their guest, who had yet to arrive. A man named Kazuma Satou, one of many who answered an advertisement Elvira left at an LAW-owned gym. She'd already made a profile on Grappl, but had been in the mood to add some wrestling to her fun over the last few days. There was a lot of potential there, so she thought she'd make a more mutually beneficial deal that was geared towards the boys who participate in the Hentai division.

She really did mean for this to benefit Airmed's development as well, and will see that does. But to be honest, she just wanted some good dick. She's enjoyed many Sapphic encounters since signing onto LAW, but she likes to mix it up. And what better place to do that than within the promotion that boasts the world's premier sexual athletes?

And so she got herself a burner phone; her real number is a privilege to be earned. Listened to all the messages -- the auditions -- and returned the calls of those who sounded like they'd be a good fit, continuing the next round with a brief questionnaire.

"What is Hentai wrestling to you?"

"What's your goal in a Hentai wrestling bout? Besides winning, what's most important to you?"

"Are you looking to increase your stamina? Be honest; I'm a trainer." Not in an official capacity, but after thirty-two years of sex work, nobody is going to doubt her capabilities.

She liked his answers, so she sent him the address to her penthouse suite and set up a date and time to meet. And she had a man waiting to greet him and escort him up.

[Mart-Kos]

"This is the place, right?" Kazuma asked himself as he looked up at the large building in front of him. Some days ago, while at the gym, he had come across an advertisement for a "special" one-on-one training session with an expert trainer in Hentai wrestling. The advertisement had a number on it to call for all that were interested and, figuring there was no harm in at least trying, he called it and left a message as instructed. About a day later, he received a call from the apparent trainer and was given a short little questionnaire to answer.

After giving what he hoped were favorable replies to the person he assumed was the trainer, he was told to wait once again to hear from them. A few hours later he received a text message with a congratulatory message with a date, time, and address which led to this moment now. Him standing in front of a VERY expensive looking condo, or was it more like a hotel? Which made him feel a little out of place as he had come dressed in his trademark green and black track suit/gym clothes. Before Kazuma could even begin to take a step further towards it, a man came out dressed in a very nice suit and sunglasses and walked up to him.

"Mr. Kazuma Satou?" He called out and asked.
"Y-Yes?" Kazuma replied, a bit surprised that this guy seemed to already know his name.
"Please, follow me. My Lady is expecting you." He said as he turned around and walked toward the building. Kazuma was quick to follow the man inside and see the luxurious lobby, which made him wonder what kind of place the trainer and he would "train". They would eventually reach a set of elevators where the suited up guide took out a card and swipe it over a panel and cause one of the doors to open.

"This elevator will take you straight up to the penthouse where you will meet my Lady. I trust you can find your way with no issues." The man explained and stepped away as Kazuma nodded and carefully stepped inside. The elevator doors would close and begin to take him up to the Penthouse level. The guide would pull out his cellphone and call his Lady. "Lady Elvira, your guest has arrived. He's currently in the elevator and should be at the door in a few short minutes." He reported.

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"Thank you, Sebastian. I'll be in touch if we need anything else."

"Of course. Good day."

"Good day."

Elvira set the phone down after ending the call.

"Dat's ooehr goehy?"

"That's our guy. He'll be up in a few minutes."

With that confirmation given, Aoibhinn downed the rest of her glass in one go. Elvira couldn't help but have a little laugh to herself at the sight. "You didn't have to rush. He might want to join us."

The Irishwoman shrugged her shoulders and simply replied, "Ah, well, we've gaht mahre."

"Take it easy. Class is going to be in session soon."

"Ooh, maybe dat's what you shooehld've gahne wit, instead o' de boehnny din."

"I'm sorry, what?" With that thick accent, combined with her tendency to talk fast in places, "You lost me after 'with'."

"De boehnny din. We shooehld've dressed oehp as teachers, instead o' boehnnies."

"Maybe next time. But I'll be the teacher, and you can be a delinquent."

"A delenquent?!?"

"You've got the mouth to play the part."

Aoibhinn scoffed at that, donning a veil of indignancy that she wasn't really feeling. "It's called 'callin' it like I see it'! Gahdammit!"

That got a laugh out of Elvira. God, that woman has a beautiful laugh, Aoibhinn observed, finding herself unable to even pretend to be mad at her. It was as beautiful as the rest of her; and she was in a class of her own. The Irishwoman had yet to meet anyone who could compare, and had doubts that she ever would.

"Get ready. Kazuma will be here soon."

"Right." Aoibhinn made a few adjustments to her outfit, making sure everything was in the perfect place, took a breath, and put on her Airmed face. Self-assured, knowing that she already had most of what Elvira would be looking to teach down already. She lost when they met in the ring, so there were a few tricks that she was missing, and that's what she's here for. This Kazuma guy? He's just a practice dummy to use them on.

"Ease up on the alpha act. He's here to learn too."

Okay, scratch that. She'd...figure it out. "Aye aye, captain."

Elvira would be waiting at the door, welcoming him with the sight of a warm smile when he walked through it. "Kazama Satou. Welcome." She'd step forward to shake his hand, the corners of her lips turning up into a teasing smirk if her outfit managed to make his eyes wander well away from hers, like it was made to. "Elvira Velour. Pleasure to meet you. I hope you don't mind the outfit." It may have been posed as a question of sorts, but it was a statement, no doubt, punctuated with the

she struck for him. In all her years, she has not once come across a man who didn't like the sight of her in a Playboy bunny outfit. Straight, gay, everything in between, even a few of those she'd met on the outside of that spectrum gave her props. "It has its purpose, I assure you. With that said, follow me."

Speaking of props, Kazuma certainly deserved some of his own. He wore his tracksuit well, with an apparent confidence. Wrestlers tended to wear their clothes close to their bodies, even outside of the ring. She and Aoibhinn were not exceptions to this, so she wasn't about to knock it. But she appreciated how he stood apart. Men with more lean physiques had a tendency of being insecure about them. They'd try to peacock, do things to make themselves seem more muscular than they are. Not entirely from out of nowhere; "curls for the girls" exists as a saying for reason, after all, and she had to admit, she's one of those girls that saying is referring to. Although that's not to say that she'd discount men who are smaller than her.

Kazuma didn't appear to have any of those hang-ups, at least judging from the way he walked; such a small thing, but it can say a lot. Five-six, one hundred and sixty pounds -- he had some deceptive muscle to him, for sure.

Elvira turned to lead him to the living area, revealing that her very, very low cut leotard had left her big, well-rounded, well-toned cheeks hanging out in the back. If he's been watching any Ducky Williams matches, he might have some idea of one purpose behind its make.

Airmed would be sitting on the ring apron, waiting for the lesson to begin.

"And this is Airmed." Elvira said with a gesture towards her fellow redhead. "She's new to the competitive side of the sport, especially against male wrestlers. Like you, she's here to learn."

Airmed would say nothing, but would acknowledge Kazuma with a nod. Her green eyes would take stock of him -- size him up. Eh, she could take him.

Hmm. That girl needs to relax a little bit more. Elvira had just the thought in mind for that. She turned to Kazuma and made her offer. "Would you like a glass of wine before we get started?"