Under the Boardwalk

[BlackAkuma]

”Yeah, I’ll take your word for it.” She probably could learn to do Chess well if she tried, but she couldn't see how it was worth the effort. She lacked the patience for board games, or any recreational activity that didn’t involve extreme stimulation, and anyone who’d seen her wrestle would know that strategy was not, nor would it ever be her thing. She was good at throwing herself at problems, at living moment to moment, and you’d probably get a better Chess game out of a literal pigeon. At least the pigeon wouldn’t punch you if it got mad enough.

It did make her feel out of sorts, though, and she rubbed her chest, wishing she could whip out a card or two. This was the kind of thing she was afraid of, that she just wasn’t that interesting of a person outside of the ring. In it, she knew how to hang, she could go crazy, and was in total control of her domain. Outside of it, she felt lost more often than not. Tokyo could be an oppressive place when you grew up in the bush.

Lucky for her, Nerissa had enough warmth for both of them and picked up on her story about the promotion enough to carry the torch. Sheila hurriedly clinked glasses with her - another toast? - before she went on, trying to picture this UWC in her head. It sounded like a more formal version of the stuff that Sheila had gone with, something a little more organized than a bunch of friends just hosting trash wrestling matches in their backyard, but no less insane. It wasn’t a big surprise to learn that such a place had produced Nerissa, but she wished they’d turned it up more in their match. While she’d had fun, it wasn’t the bloody affair it could’ve been. Both of them had a few extra gears they could work with.

”Yeah, that’s the only way to fight. Blood and bone. The good shit.” Sheila finished off her glass and set it aside, her patience for sipping finally running out. She reached over for more and quickly poured it as she spoke. ”LAW is fun and all, and all the sex wrestling stuff is fine, but too many of the girls are soft. Afraid to bleed, you know? Just girls looking for a good time. I want the challenge, the fire. Makes me feel alive, I guess.”

The only time she felt alive was when she was nearly killing herself. No deep-seated issues, there.

”I dunno. That wasn’t what I was thinking the last time you sat on me. Maybe she just like me, oogling up your tits.” Both of which looked fantastic in that dress, now that she thought about it. ”Every wish you could be back to the basement? Do it simple, again? No cameras, no big crowd, just you and the cage and a bitch in your way?”

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"Actually, I wouldn't be so categorical," Nerissa admitted with a slight shrug. "Yes, not everyone is ready to immerse themselves in hardcore, thereby risking to break through a table wrapped in fucking barbed wire with their body." The Native American woman made several circular movements, holding the glass in her hand. "But sometimes even a standard match can make you go beyond your capabilities, so hardcore and blood... hmmm... it's not for everyone, yet it doesn't make everyone, but us, cowardly sissies."

Nerissa, like her closest friends, Astrid and Charlotte, firmly believed that hardcore was the very thing that could show what you really were worth. Even a noble cunt like Charlotte agreed with this, to Nerissa's surprise. However, during the time that she spent in LAW, the Native American woman became convinced that there is not always a need for hardcore. So far, she has lost only one match. And this match was a standard one.

"Hoooooo," she drawled, then finished her wine. "It almost sounded like a compliment!"

Nerissa smiled, then followed Sheila's lead and refreshed the contents of her glass. The amount of wine in the bottle dropped below half, which may have served as a hint that when the waiter brought their dishes, they would have to order another bottle.

"I'm not nostalgic," she said openly. "Yes, it was good days, but LAW suits me completely, at least here I earn normal money and have the opportunity to strive for the top." Nerissa did not seek wealth, but she definitely liked living comfortably much more than in a ditch with bedbugs. "However... yes, I won't deny it, sometimes I really would like something like that."

[BlackAkuma]

It only really occurred to Sheila now, just now, that she might have been a little presumptuous when she assumed that she and Nerissa were in the same boat when it came to hardcore wrestling. That was the vibe she’d gotten when they wrestled - this was a woman who could take her to her limits, that could break her, and she’d been fantasizing about all the ways they could get down since that much. Sheila was in love with the blood and bone, lived for the hardcore lifestyle, and she’d mapped that onto her date without considering that she might have more depth.

”I…” Sheila took a moment to think of an answer for one, rubbing her chin as she contemplated. ”I guess, yeah, standard matches are fine. Honestly, though? I’m just not that good at them. I’m really not a good wrestler, by the way most people define it, you know? Always been a blunt instrument.” She sighed and leaned to the side of the booth, as a few wistful memories worked their way back into her head.


”I tried to be. Once. Tried joining some wrestling schools, but could never hack it. So I was like, you know: ‘Fuck it, I’ll make my own.’” She shrugged it off. ”It’s cool if people have range, or whatever, but it’s just not me. I’m hardcore to the bone.”

Enough with the nostalgia, things were starting to get depressing, and she would instead focus on happier things, like the unspeakably gorgeous woman she was on a date with. Sheila crossed her legs, slipped out of her sandals, and stretched out, just enough for her bare toes to brush against Nerissa’s calf. Maybe an accident, maybe not.

”I don’t think I’ll ever get a title shot or anything. Don’t care too much for that, just want to have fun and burn out. Doing good so far on that end.” She leaned over and propped her head up on her fist. ”What about you? What’s the craziest shit you’ve got up to so far with LAW? Our stuff excluded.”

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With a slight smile on her face, Nerissa continued to listen to Sheila, carefully absorbing every word. She wanted to know more about this woman and so far Sheila has been like an open book, giving the Native American woman all new details both from her life before LAW and after the beginning of her professional career.

"Oh..." Nerissa said involuntarily, feeling Sheila's bare toes on her calf.

She even had to bite her lower lip to keep from making additional sounds. Instead, she decided to play along with the blonde. After freeing her feet from the sandals, Nerissa threw her right leg over her left one, so that her bare toes came into contact with Sheila's. And if the Australian woman may have done it unintentionally, then Nerissa definitely did it the opposite, she wasn't even going to hide it.

"Let me think..." she drawled, remembering everything she had been through since signing the contract. "I think two matches deserve special attention, but I think I'll choose the one where one brazen bitch decided she could kick my ass in my hometown."

She closed her eyes for a moment, remembering the adrenaline coursing through her veins during that match. She licked her lips, unable to suppress the pleasant memories.

"It was nice to be back in San Jose for the match, but it was even nicer to feel her blood on my lips," Nerissa smiled. "But I won't deny, she was strong, so strong that I barely had the strength to leave the arena on my own feet."

While they were talking, the waiter returned to their table and placed plates of food in front of them. Before letting him go, Nerissa ordered another bottle of wine. She hoped so, but she didn't really expect her and Sheila's conversation to go so well, and a new bottle of wine is a great way to keep their sweet conversation going.

[BlackAkuma]

This was nice. Really.

Sheila didn’t think too much about it, but she rarely had the chance to connect with anyone. So much of her life was this fast-paced blur, either fighting or getting ready for the next fight, that there was so little downtime to be found. Despite being in Japan for a hot minute, she hadn't made much in the way of companions. She thought she’d had something for a second with Yuna Beckett, but that didn’t pan out when the big bitch took some time away from the sport. So most of her time spent in Japan was just hanging out, training, shooting the shit…alone.

This was the first conversation, face-to-face, that she’d had in…god, how long? Months? Maybe a year, plus? So it was healthy, she knew that much. And it was even better, since she had someone she could connect with on a real level, talk to as an equal.

And there was the sex, too. Couldn't forget about the sex.

Speaking of, it seemed that Nerissa was playing along with their little under-the-table tussle. Sheila indulging in a knowing smile and playfully flicked her toes against the surprising newcomer, before moving away and tracing a path down her legs towards the calves, daring her to follow.

”Sounds like a banger.” She was about to speak again when the waiter came back with their food, laying it all out in front of her, still steaming from the kitchen. Sheila looked down at it, curious, still not sure what to make of the look. Seemed a little mushy to her eyes, but damned if it didn't smell good. She didn’t dig in straight away, though, instead taking a moment to pick at the food, get a good feel for the texture before she committed.

”You were big on the scene, back there? Your hometown, I mean.” Sheila started cutting things up, figuring out the best way to tear into her meal. ”What pushed you all the way out here?”

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There was a twinkle in Nerissa's eyes the moment their toes connected. Even though these two wild women were now in a civilized environment, their passion was trying to break out. When Sheila ran her toes over her calf, Nerissa couldn't help but exhale loudly. Keeping an emotional balance was very difficult for her, but she answered Sheila's challenge. Her toes slid along the blonde's calf, rising higher and higher, eventually reaching her thigh.

“Can't wait to eat this...” she said ambiguously about both the dish and Sheila.

After cutting off a piece of salmon, she dipped it in spinach puree, and then sent it straight into her mouth. The Native American woman even closed her eyes for a moment, while her toes involuntarily tensed, slightly squeezing the flesh of Sheila's thigh. Yes, she loved delicious food very much, and this steak was undoubtedly great.

“Well, it probably wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that in my hometown my name was quite loud,” she said. “Hmmmm...” she had to think a little before answering the Australian woman's question. “You know, life is a movement, sitting on the lifeless body of that bitch I mentioned, I thought that I had nowhere further to go.” Nerissa cut another piece of salmon. “So in a sense I was lucky because as soon as I thought about it, Victoria handed me the contract, I didn't even know that she had come to watch that match, but I without exaggeration was glad that I wouldn't have to stand still thinking about what to do next.”

[BlackAkuma]

There it was. That look in Nerissa’s eyes.

The woman did have a beautiful pair - dark, deep pools that seemed to suck you in if you stared too long, a good contrast to Sheila’s baby blues. But what drew Sheila in was the way those eyes moved when she got wild. She could come off as this proper woman when she wanted to, fancy and effete, but there was an animal under the surface, just waiting to come out at any moment. Sheila wanted nothing more than to give it a bone, to bring it out and let it rip into her, and she was starting to lose her patience.

For now, though, hunger won out over other, baser desires, and she started on the food, working at it with her knife and trying to find a way to consume it that didn’t make her look like a Neanderthal—more than she did on any given day, anyway.

Sheila followed Nerissa’s lead, and dipped the thing into the thing with the other thing, and mixed that thing together, and then put all the things in her mouth. ”Hm.” She chirped, giving the mouthful a few testing chews before she downed it all. Tangier than she expected it, a bit spicy but she liked it when her meals fought back. ”Not bad, Sheila likes.” She started working on another piece.

”I’m surprised you have a manager at all, really.” Sheila shifted about in the chair, just enough for Nerissa’s toes to slip under her skirt and tease at something much tastier than a thigh. ”You don’t seem like the sort of person who takes directions all that well. Not like I can talk.” She looked up just long enough to flash her smirk, then went back to the plate. ”What’s a manager doing for you that you can’t get done yourself?”

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It could hardly be called anything other than a game. Yes, from the outside they were just two women having a good time at an expensive restaurant. But behind the masks of civilization, there was something that no one else could see. Looking into Sheila's eyes, Nerissa knew perfectly well that this woman was ready to pounce on her and fuck her right here on this table. And no doubt Sheila saw the same thing.

However, it would be a great waste for both of them to refuse salmon, especially considering that the dish turned out to be really tasty. Chewing on another piece, Nerissa allowed herself a gentle smile as she was pleased with the fact that the Australian woman liked the taste of fish.

"Huh, I'm really not used to obeying orders!" The Native American woman confirmed with a laugh, after which she took a short sip of wine.

As she continued to eat, Sheila slightly changed the position of her legs, which gave Nerissa's toes the opportunity to explore new horizons. Looking into Sheila's eyes, she bit her lower lips, then slowly and smoothly bent her toes, rubbing them against the fabric of the panties covering the blonde's pussy.

"And I'm also not used to anyone taking care of me," she added with another sip of wine. "You see, I've had to spend most of my life literally gnawing my way to a place in the sun with my teeth, it pretty much cools the desire to trust anyone." Nerissa flexed her toes with a smile, lightly pressing on Sheila's labia. "For the same reason, I couldn't trust Victoria for a long time, but now..." Nerissa's toes grabbed the fabric of the blonde's panties as if she intended to try to pull them down. "Now I see that I am not just another client for her, she treats all of her team like daughters, so despite the fact that I am more than capable of finding matches on my own, I appreciate the support I receive from her on the way to the top."

[BlackAkuma]

It wouldn’t help the mounting mood between them, but Sheila couldn't stifle her laugh when Nerissa said she was about taking orders. ”Pfft, no shit.” It was a hard thing to fathom, really. While it was true that she’d only really just gotten to know Nerissa and the two of them were more fuckbuddies than friends at this point, she’d picked up a good sense for the woman’s sensibilities, her style, her demeanor. They were both the type top, not the sort that ever got lead around by the nose, though she would admit Nerissa was more refined about it. Putting a leash on a wild animal was a hard thing to do, but it seemed this Victoria had pulled it off. Somewhat.

”I-”

Sheila was just about to toss another joke in with it, when Nerissa’s teasing toes interrupted her train of thought. The woman was getting more adventurous now, moving into her favorite territories. It reminded the Wild One of the first time they met, the insane night of mindblowing sex that followed. The Native American wasn’t only good at pouring on the gas, but she knew when to pump the breaks. When to go slower, and drive her crazy with maximum anticipation.

It had made her melt back then, and now it was driving her literally insane, as her body craved release that she knew it couldn't receive. Not yet. Not here. Tempting as it was to just start a fuckfight in the middle of a restaurant, that was the sort of thing that would get them banned from places and stir the pot with LAW. Best not to push it.

”Trust doesn’t come easy. I get that. This business can be pretty cutthroat, sometimes. Most times.” Sheila managed to keep her hips in check, save for the occasional involuntary thrust of her hips, pressing against those toes to get some extra pleasure out of the situation. Couldn't be helped. ”How do I rank, then? You trust me?”

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There was a mischievous twinkle in Nerissa's eyes at the moment when Sheila's breath caught in her throat. It was obvious that the blonde barely had time to stifle a moan at the moment when the toes of the native American woman reached much more sensitive places. Their game had moved to a new level, because now both women began to be filled with passion, which in turn made the task of saving face much more difficult.

Nevertheless, the Australian woman coped with it, albeit at the cost of great effort, judging by her face. She only began to move her hips slowly, giving Nerissa some help. The brown-haired woman's heart began to beat faster, and everything inside her trembled. Maybe not right now, but she was already sure exactly how this evening would end.

But before that, they still had time to lose. So, releasing the fabric of Sheila's panties, she moved her foot a little higher. Thanks to this, she was able to press her big toe to the blonde's clitoris area. Applying light pressure, Nerissa began to make smooth circular movements, continuing to caress her rival.

“Used to ask straight out, huh?" Nerissa grinned at the blonde's question. “Even though I've told you a lot today, there's still a lot you don't know.” Nerissa took the glass in her hand, but instead of taking a sip, she just made a few circular movements. “So this time the truth is somewhere in between, you clearly deserve more of my trust than many others, but so far I don't trust you completely.” Only then she took a sip. “But I don't believe you expected me to open up to you on the first date.”

Winking at the Australian woman, Nerissa put the glass on the table, after which she discovered with some annoyance that the wine was out, both in the glass and in the bottle. But she didn't even have time to sigh heavily as the waiter came up to them. He uncorked the new bottle that Nerissa had ordered earlier and refilled the contents of the ladies' glasses.

“Thank you,” Nerissa said. “Can you bring a check, please?”

Nodding, the waiter left them, and Nerissa turned her gaze back to Sheila. The Native American woman felt that the wine had started flowing through her veins and now she felt hot. Or was it more than just the wine? Being carried away by their game under the table, she did not even immediately realize that she began to feel moisture on her toes.

“How about taking our bottle of wine and walking along the beach?” Tilting her head slightly to the side, she asked.