Jumping in the Deep End

[BlackAkuma]

Of course, the first question was about her legs. What else would they be about? Never mind asking if he was okay or anything.

Keith supposed he couldn't be too mad about that, as much as he wanted to be, since he’d kind of set himself for this fate - still it was a little hard to keep that sort of clarity with the distinct lack of breathable oxygen going on. He was less trying to escape now - because he knew that wasn’t going to happen unless he figured out how to safely to detach his skull - and more just trying to figure out a way to keep his oxygen pathways sufficiently supplied for him to breathe. The rain splashing against his face wasn’t helping, either.

”Forgive me.” He replied through his scrunched face and gritted teeth. ”By all means. Proceed.”

Keith was grateful for her easing up a bit though, letting him taking in strained breaths. It felt less like he was wearing a noose and more like a collar, the implacable strength wasn’t going anywhere. Loose iron bars were still iron bars.

”Right, next question.” The intern cleared his throat and spoke up, getting a little more comfortable, now, though he was still trying way too hard not to stare at Tris’ legs. Keith told himself that was because he couldn't’ stand to see his boss in pain. Certainly. ”Lots of calls for you to do different moves and stuff. Grapevines, figure-fours, uh…facesits. And there’s this one guy who keeps asking stuff that I’m just not going to repeat, I think the mods are going to ban him soon.”

He took a moment to wipe the phone clear, then lean in. "Here's one - BigWilly asks - 'Are you into hentai wrestling? With a body like...' And there's a thirsty emoji and an eggplant'."

While that went on, Keith tried to subtly move over to his side and reach for Tris’ ankles while she was relaxed, hoping he could pull them apart and get his freedom if he was quick enough.

[Liesmith]

“Thanks, will do,” Scylla drawled in a tone that made it clear just how little difference his permission made. Keith knew what he’d been signing up for, was going to be making plenty of dosh off her back – she didn’t feel even slightly bad ensuring that people’d be paying attention to her first and foremost.

Tris’ smile was somewhere between amused and predatory, her gaze flirting with the unblinking eye of the camera as well as the much less comfortable (or confident) gape of the poor hapless intern she’d mentally dubbed ‘Mickey Mouse’.

The stuttering, generally flailing and really bad attempts at hiding his staring at her legs were just too good. Making guys (or girls) squirm was always a kick.

Her amusement did grow a little fixed as he waffled though, running through a whole list of things people wanted to see – most of which she could have guessed without his help. So predictable! Luckily, Tris liked most of those things too but still. Questions, her guy, how hard was it to spot questions?

And… he’d done it, ladies and gentlemen.

“BigWilly,” Tris repeated, drawing it out, almost tasting the words, “Somehow I doubt it, my dude, but just keep telling yourself that.”

Now her grin was downright dirty, delightedly so.

“Anyway, hentai wrestling. Been there, done that, got the…”

She paused. Let her smirk widen teasingly.

“Well. Y’know.”

While she bantered with chat, Tris wasn’t so distracted that she missed Keith’s fumbling attempts at escape. Almost lazily, the redhead let him work her feet apart, only to throw her weight to the side as she went to sit up astride him.

Unless Keith was very quick, she’d shift forward, going to straddle his shoulders with a nice high schoolgirl pin, splaying her legs wide to trap his arms while using her hips to force his head back.

”So yeah, you could say I’m into it. Maybe you’ll get to see some of my moves sometime.”

You basement dwelling slob, she finished silently.

”Ok, we’ve got time for one more question then maybe I’ll demo some of those holds for you all…”

[BlackAkuma]

The hentai wrestling thing was something Keith was interested in, too, though even he wouldn’t have been so bold as to bring it up in conversation with a woman he’d only just met. She was certainly hot enough to do well in that league, with a body and a look and lethal legs that most women - and some men - would’ve killed for, but it would’ve been presumptuous to assume that every sexy woman was interested in doing that sort of thing.

The answer she gave was noncommittal, vague, could’ve been open to all sorts of interpretation, teasing without promising a single thing - in other words, just about the right response, one he would’ve made in her place.

He’d also kind of hoped that all this talking might’ve distracted her long enough for him to make an escape, or at least get his free of the vise. In that, he was successful. Sort of.

Beatrice uncrossed her legs, but she was already moving before he could even entertain the notion of escape. She was over him in an instant, with a movement so quick and precise he imagined she’d done it a hundred times, pinning his arms with her legs and thrusting forward to push his head back, forcing it against the mat.

As an upside, his throat wasn’t being ground to a pulp anymore, and there was less rain hitting him now. Swings and roundabouts.

”Okay, uh, one more.” The intern wiped his forehead clear of the rain and leaned forward enough to shield his screen. ”Okay, LAWless86 has one for you. ‘Have you been keeping up with the LAW roster? If so, anyone you’re looking forward to squeezing?’” He tracked further down. ”Oh, and she adds: ‘Besides Keith, of course’ And there’s a winking emoji and a watermelon.”

Hilarious. Keith would’ve been laughing, if only his airpipe wasn’t being restricted by Tris’ pelvis. Instead, he spent his time trying to plant his feet and bridge Tris off, shifting left and right and bucking hard, but it was getting increasingly hard to find footing on the wet mat, and he doubted he would’ve had all that much success if they were dry.