Red Dread Seduction (Black Severin vs Arlise Christiaens)

[DSX93]

There was something about that pause when Severin offered his arm. It took him a second to understand; it was a little perplexing after she accepted a handshake. But then again, this was closer contact, and aside from the referee, they were alone now. He had his doubts that anyone would've stepped in if someone else were in his place and used this opportunity to try something. There was a lot that LAW's staff would stand back and watch. Awful things. The worst of things.

Arlise was putting her faith in him here. Though not without a word of warning. Sooner or later, she'd be going after that right arm. A little something to look forward to. Maybe a not so little something. Scissor holds were more her tune from what he's seen, but that's just what he's seen. For all he knew, she had something new that she was ready to bust out. He certainly had his share of moves that he'd been working on, but so far had yet to use in his matches.

About his clothes, now. Yeah, the tie would've made a decent weapon against him, but she didn't seem the type to try to take that kind of advantage to him, even when he was suspecting her of being all wintry. It was why he went ahead with his offer: She would've known when to stop, and she would've left it there. There wouldn't have been any glory in just stripping him all the way naked and bull-rushing her way to a win while he wasn't allowed to act, and that matters to her. He had that feeling.

Her smile's expansion triggered that of Severin's own. This was going a lot smoother than the masked man expect-

Ooh, she is taking charge! Forget "smooth". Now we're talking "smoove", with V and an E! An easy ticking of a box with the submissive-leaning switch. He pointed to her for emphasis. "I like you."

A hand began to reach for a fingerless glove to remove it, but he stopped himself as an idea bulb dinged to life in his head. His brown eyes turned to the referee. "Can you do me a favor real quick, miss...what's your name?" Janet, she'd say it was. "Janet." One hand gestured for her approach while the other produced his phone from his pocket. He handed it to her, then whispered something into her ear. Janet smiled her approval, looking back and forth between the two before she left the room to do the task he asked of her.

"She'll be back. I just wanna do this right. And to do that, I'm gonna need some music." The moment they had without it had his heart bumping with anticipation. This would mark the first occasion where he'd be giving a woman other than Keira a striptease. It was mainly the newness factor; he was confident that he had the visuals -- the build and the moves -- to make it a good one.

Severin's

would play through the penthouse's sound system seconds later. It started small, with him reacclimating to the music. Ginuwine's "Pony" was a song he knew well, and it was one on a list that he's performed. But this was being done with choreography that was being made up on the fly. He was letting the beat guide his body into a routine, while also taking care to avoid the exact same dance he did for his Lady. Some things needed to be just between the two of them.

"I'm just a bachelor. Lookin' for a partner..."

A slide along the floor, that looked more like gliding, with a swing to each side, the left or right hand raised above his brow to represent the search. And then a spin, smoothly bringing himself down onto on his knees. Likely where Arlise would want to see him at some point in the match.

"Someone who knows how to ride..."

And then he would lean back, way back, propping himself up with one hand and the feet he'd pop up flat onto the floor. His other hand came up to sweep a couple strands of hair out of his face, which had twisted into one of ecstasy as he

(Something like this.)

driving it good and deep into an invisible lover, each thrust in tune with the music.

"...Without even fallin' off.

One. Two. Three. BAM! If a man could impregnate the air, he would've done it there. His well-developed core lifted him back onto his feet after an initial push. The leather vest would be shrugged off on the way up, without missing a beat, as smoove as butter.

"Gotta be compatible! Take me to my limits!"

After wiping some non-existent sweat off his face, he'd slip off a glove and toss it to the side for the returning Janet to catch. With his eyes laser focused on Arlise, he'd fail to notice the referee's reddening face. Raising the hand that he kept gloved for the moment, he pointed right at the redhead. And decided, at least for this next line, that he wouldn't stick to dancing only.

"♩Girl when I break you off...♩"

Stepping towards her with some fancy footwork, he reached down to lift his shirt from its tucked position, flashing his washboard abs. He'd get close enough for her to get a feel, if she wanted it. Hips swaying, a dangling of the carrot. Right there in her face, without touching her.

"♩I promise that you won't wanna get off!♩"

Completed with some dynamic thrusts of the pelvis. One. Two. Three. BAM! And the shirt would stay on. For now.

Severin danced some distance between the two, the 90's smash hit moving his toned body in waves as it progressed through the chorus. And then a spin. Off came the other glove, and to the other side it went. He was locked in now, his body grooving on almost entirely on auto-pilot, in all the best ways that showed off the well-toned physique that his clothes clung to.

At the chorus's end, he would come down to a seated position, giving Arlise an openly appreciative looking over, from top to bottom, regarding her with bedroom eyes.

"Sittin' here flossin', peepin' your steelo."

A backward roll, into a handstand to show off his strength...

"Just once, if I had the chance..."

...Before lowering himself into a prone position that had his upper body propped up on straightened arms, his hips left to the floor.

"The things I would do to you."

One. Two. Three. BAM! Thank you, invisible ma'am! He popped onto all fours, turning himself to the side and using his hands and knees to

his way back over to the lovely redhead, setting his toes into the floor in a way that allowed him to slip off his loafers with each advance.

"You and your body! Every single portion!"

He stopped. One. Two. Three. BAM! Shaking a little ass for her benefit while he took care of another lover unseen. He sprung onto his feet,

(Something like this.)

gliding a hand over his crotch, lingering at the belt for just a second...

"Send chills up and down your spine..."

Then over his abs, up to his spectacular chest...

"Juices running down your thighs!"

His other hand would join it, fingers hooking into the space between the buttons that would go flying when he ripped his shirt open, allowing her to see it in all of its glory. It wouldn't stay on him for much longer afterwards, being whirled above his head as he gave her a little three-sixty, turning at a steady pace to give her eyes a good view to feast on from every angle. When the circle was almost complete, he'd let her have it, literally, tossing his shirt at her. His smile grew into something toothy, playful.

And now the belt. Time for that to come off. But not for it to go, just yet.

"If we're gonna get nasty, baby..."

One hand held it by the ends and the other gripped the loop. A loud, whip-like crack filled the room when he pulled it flat. There was an edge in his gaze that would make it unmistakable: If the action ever took that turn, he had intentions to use the belt on her, rather than having it be used on him.

But for now, it would be left to the side while he finished his dance, which, as the final chorus reached its end, would finally see him without his pants, revealing the

he'd chosen for this match.

"I hope that was to your satisfaction, m'lady." It certainly was for Janet over there. She was as red as a tomato now. "But I'm afraid I'll have to inform you that the mask stays on, always. And as for what's beneath these..." He motioned to his shorts. "Well, you're gonna have to work for that. There's only so much a guy can show so soon."