Featuring Elvira Velour as Lady Valerie, the Knight Banneress!
Either way, Ms. Velour had been looking forward to getting her hands -- among other things -- on Marco Stronk again.
They first met in a bar back in Vegas, where she would sing publicly for the first time in years. Her new employers were interested in seeing if her voice had kept up over time. She'd taken just as much care in ensuring it had as she did with the rest of her.
After her performance, she sat down to enjoy a drink courtesy of him.
He was tall, dark, and handsome. The kind of man who walks into a room and captures the undivided attention of every woman inside. So it was only fitting that he had his sights set on the woman who held the eye of every man. Introductions were made, and the oldest dance in the world began: She played hard to get while he spat his game, waiting for him to show or tell her something that would get him over to her penthouse suite. That something would end up being his occupation: A professional wrestler who also happened to be under LAW's employ. And even better, he was an erotic wrestler/porn star. The sexier side of the sport had always been her focus, so he was right up her alley.
And so she extended an invitation so he could show her some of his moves. Just an address and a time; he still had to earn her number. The cocky ones are pretty hit or miss, but Marco would prove himself to be the sort who had the right to be that way. A dick slinger with a talent that made his one that she couldn't have just once.
Just as he couldn't go too long without wanting another taste of her. Sex and seduction has been her game for thirty-two years, and she's only gotten hotter as they piled on, so how could he?
Marco would call her with details about some productions that he and his team -- The Hardwood Hunks -- were putting together. It would be an innovative form of pornography, with scripts that captured the gist of the various scenarios they had in mind, but left plentiful room for improvisation, as they would double as official matches in LAW, who had generously provided set locations and a production team for the scenes that they and Hardwood Productions would be collaborating on. All that was missing now was female talent to feature with them.
Elvira had more money than she knew what to do with, and between a sizeable divorce settlement, a number of past clientele getting in touch after word had gotten around that she was back on the market, and some smart investments, such uncertainty was here to stay. So the only thing she really cared about now was finding sources of excitement to fill her days. The opportunity to dress up, play a role, and combine it with some hot erotic combat was something that she could get engrossed in.
If she agreed, the scene that she and Marco would be doing together would show the final battle between a knight banneress and a barbarian. It would be just the two of them, alone in the midst of the she'd chased him into while their respective forces fought on in a nearby field. The outcome would determine the course of a war, with both characters intending to leave the forest with the other as some form of trophy. The chaste, pent up, and hard-assed Valerie intended to take his character's head. And if he won, the Whorelord would...well, the moniker speaks for itself.
Marco would have his co-star/opponent, and after receiving the news, LAW would take care of her transportation to the location. The job would be a simple one: They show up, put on their costumes, and they could play their characters in whatever manner they saw fit in the moment as long as it stuck to the general parameters written in the script. Since the fight itself would be real with no pre-determined winner, there was no need for rehearsals. Marco and his boys had quite the interesting production going.
Elvira got into the spirit right away, even going so far as to get dressed within his view. Taking longer than needed with certain pieces of the tight and showy outfit that had been made for her (like the chest; she'd make sure that he had a good view when she fiddled with it), bending over, making movements that just so happened to produce some enticing jiggling...Just a little bit of enforced method acting, you see. She figured that a man who calls himself "The Whorelord" must be one supremely horny bastard, so surely, it would help him get into character?
