ViVi turned over onto her hands and knees as her mentor managed to break free from the post-suplex position. Kimiko seemed to muster the strength needed to regain her balance and lift her back off the floor, finally coming out of her daze.
Meanwhile, as Kimiko began making excuses, ViVi pushed herself up onto her knees and started fixing her hair. The chatter was of no importance to her; all she could think about was how fabulous that suplex had been. She had learnt quite a lot about Kimiko from that single test, and now she wanted to prepare her next move. Her headband had shifted slightly during the suplex, so she had to put it right whilst Kimiko carried on chattering away.
Kimiko was actually protesting because ViVi was treating her like a mere mischievous schoolgirl. She straightened up as best she could, her hair still hanging over her eyes. ViVi took her time getting up as well. After all, she was busy fixing her headpiece.
Once satisfied with her appearance, ViVi stood up, dusted off her knee pads and replied with a simple:
"
Okie."
She then decided to take up the offer of putting theory to the test with a good series of
holds. Though not quite in the way her mentor had in mind.
First, she launched a kick at Kimiko’s crotch. A direct hit to her mentor’s groin, the sort that would leave anyone standing on tiptoe. And, to make matters worse, ViVi’s wrestling boots were fitted with rigid shin guards, making the impact all the more forceful.
It was a cruel kick. And just as her leg had shot up, she took her time bringing it back down. Kimiko’s hips eventually buckled under the impact, leaving her supported against ViVi’s boot before the
pinkette finally withdrew it. Then ViVi closed the distance with a single step and took Kimiko by the chin, making it quite clear who was truly in control here.
"
Well, then? Shall we move on to the next part of the theory? The bit about what happens when a face makes deals with a heel?"
She murmured it in a tone that would make anyone’s skin crawl.
Immediately afterwards, the domineering, underhanded
heel shoved Kimiko backwards, sending her back against the edge of the desk. And from there, ViVi set about casting a veritable curse, one her mentor would not escape so easily.
Swaying with the grace of a true villainess, the
pinkette went after her. She shoved Kimiko once more, determined to lay her flat across the desk, then planted one hand on her chest to keep her pinned beneath her own weight. One of ViVi’s thighs ended up between Kimiko’s, bringing her villainous boots face to face with her petite mentor’s elegant knee-high boots.
No. ViVi had no intention of giving her a moment’s respite. She had a show to put on, and the sooner she managed to overwhelm Kimiko, the sooner she could start filming the destruction of that
teacher’s pet.
And so, without giving her a moment’s respite, she continued:
"
There are faces who stay down whilst the heel does whatever they please. Can you tell me why?"
Her hand took on an almost insolently delicate touch. Resting lightly on her fingertips, she began to slide it over Kimiko’s body with the familiarity of someone taking far too many liberties. She traced the white shirt down to her navel. Then her hand slipped beneath the garment, brushing against Kimiko’s skin as it travelled upwards towards her neck.
But that was not enough for her. ViVi grabbed the shirt by its collar from the inside and pulled, determined to haul her mentor upright with a single arm and show her who was in control.
Only then would they be at the same height.
Or nearly so.
"
Could it be because they like to wait for the right moment to turn the tables?" she suggested.
If ViVi was as much in control as she seemed, one of her legs would already have slipped between Kimiko’s thighs, lifting her until ViVi could rest her knee on the edge of the desk. This would leave Kimiko straddling her lap, whilst ViVi’s other hand held her by the chin, forcing her to turn her face to one side and exposing her neck.
The
pinkette would let out several purring murmurs against Kimiko’s skin before marking her in her own way: first, with a slow kiss on the neck; then, with a lick travelling upwards from her cheek.
Finally, she finished with another mischievous remark:
"
And then you play hard to get to prove you can handle more," she whispered. "
Is that right, mentor? Or am I speaking purely from personal experience?"
That
pinkette could hardly have been any more intense.
"
If you give me your approval now, I’ll let you go. Otherwise? Well, I’ll just have to take you up on your offer of those holds!"