Hot Tub Havoc

[RockRye]

For thesteedman

Calista Petridis had a knack for dressing to impress, and today was no different. Her snug, short-cut blouse, showing a tasteful amount of her abs, and spring skirt accentuated her figure tastefully, adding a touch of elegance to her otherwise casual demeanor and proved relatively comfortable. The heels, however, were a clear miscalculation.

As she strolled through the sleek, minimalist hallways of the spa alongside a group of rookie wrestlers, it became painfully clear she’d misjudged the vibe. Most of her peers had opted for loose gym wear or lounge attire. Baggy shorts, tank tops, and sneakers. They exuded an air of effortless comfort. By contrast, Calista’s outfit felt more suited for a lunch date than a long walk and spa treatment.

She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder and suppressed a sigh. The heels weren’t just a poor choice, they were downright torturous. Every step sent an uncomfortable jolt up her calves. The spa guide, a chipper middle-aged woman with a soothing voice, continued to lead the group down the seemingly endless corridors, explaining the various treatments they were about to receive.

Calista tried to keep pace, but the discomfort finally overwhelmed her. She stopped by a doorway, ducking out of the group with a quiet apology no one seemed to notice. Fishing into her bag, she pulled out a pair of simple, comfortable slippers she’d thankfully packed on a whim. She kicked off her heels with a sigh of relief and slipped on the flat-soled shoes.

That’s when her phone tumbled out of her bag, skittering across the polished floor. “Oh, come on,” she muttered under her breath, watching as it slid a good ten feet down the opposite hallway.

She scooted after it, bending down to retrieve the device. By the time she straightened up and hurried back toward the main corridor, the group was gone.

Calista froze, glancing left and right. The guide had mentioned something about individual spa rooms being assigned, but she hadn’t caught the exact details. With so many twisting hallways and identical doorways, the spa felt like a labyrinth.

Then, a memory struck her. The guide had mentioned the first stop on their spa itinerary: private rooms with hot tubs. That detail stood out because it sounded so luxurious and different.

Voices echoed faintly from nearby corridors, and Calista followed them, hoping to stumble upon her group. As she rounded a corner, she caught sight of another rookie ahead, a tall, muscular blonde woman who disappeared into a room on the right.

This corridor must be where they were supposed to go. She heard chatter and giggling in the adjacent rooms.

Deciding to cut her losses, Calista turned to the nearest open doorway on her left and stepped inside. The room was small but inviting, dimly lit with the scent of eucalyptus wafting in the air. Most strikingly, in the center of the room was a recessed hot tub, its bubbling water reflecting the soft glow of overhead lights. Shelves lined the walls, stocked with fluffy towels, robes, and an array of oils and spa products.

Standing near the hot tub was another woman, already inside and seemingly waiting.

Calista hesitated for half a second, then smiled, trying to project confidence despite her uncertainty. “Hi! Uh… Is this one of the rooms for rookies to have a spa session? I think I might’ve gotten turned around.”

[thesteedman]

Stephanie Renald... The Baroness...

She would be lying to herself if she did not say she came here to this spa with a very specific purpose in mind. All the facilities available here, she had within reach in her own estate, and perhaps even more state of the art then what this very spa facility offered. Still, it was nice to venture out from time to time, to get away from the constant stream of Maids or the ever watching eyes of Kaylah who tried to tend to her every need upon every minute of every hour of the day. Or no doubt have to scold her younger sister for some twisted machinations she has publically involved herself with. It had its benefits to go elsewhere, even if their equipment was not up to the same standard.

A hot tub was still a hot tub, even if the seat was minutely less comfortable then her own... the bubbles would suffice, and the water was still pleasantly hot. Still... there was another hidden reason to be dwelling within the hot waters as they lapped across her bikini clad form. Stephanie was aware that there was something of an event today, a treat for the newer arrivals of the LAW. To get better acquainted with the roster, they were to be paired up with established roster members, looking to get caught up and no doubt ready for the trials and tribulations to come. The Baroness was not part of this program... but quietly within her head, she played out a little fantasy of a beautiful young recruit... fresh faced and naive accidently stumbling into this private room and private hot tub.

It was a nice thought to have, a little fantasy to ease the woes of the present day. The Baroness closed her eyes, leaning back, letting more of her well sculpted form submerge into the bubbling waters. She sighed quietly, some of her hair getting wet and draping over her shoulders. It was all it was... just a fantasy. That was until she heard the door open and close. Ever so softly the Baroness' eyes opened, listening as she heard a light tap of flat soles against the moist tiled ground from all the condensation. She had not sent for anyone to serve her... so it could not be a member of staff. As those footsteps seemed to cautiously approach, the Baroness moved slowly, rising ever so slightly as she kept her back turned to this arrival. She needed a moment to ease the dark smile on her lips, to compose herself and lay her web for the prey that had stumbled into her lair. Good things certainly seemed to come to those who wait...

"Turned around? Oh no my dear." The Baroness spoke, her alluring and soft French accent dripping into her exotic voice. She finally turned around, that terribly twisted smile now formed into something more pleasant for Calista to see. Her eyes looked warm and inviting, as the Baroness motioned with an arm, trying to beckon the young woman to come and join her in the tub.
"You are... exactly... where you are supposed to be." The Baroness added, her words almost like silk to the ears as her smile grew, fashioning a warm presence that was a ruse to her true intention.
"Come join me. The water is breath-taking." The Baroness teased, biting on her lower lip as not to laugh upon her own choice of words, as her long legs began to ache.

[RockRye]

Calista hesitated for just a moment, watching the woman seated in the hot tub. With her back turned, the figure was nothing short of striking, the light glinting off an impressively toned back and shoulders. Calista took a cautious step closer, then another, trying to discern more about her without intruding too obviously. It was clear from the way the woman lounged, perfectly at ease, that she wasn’t part of the spa staff. No, she was enjoying the amenities herself, likely as part of the rookie program.

The realization almost made Calista whirl and stammer out an apology for the intrusion, but the woman turned just enough to glance over her shoulder. She met Calista’s gaze with an expression that seemed inviting, and then, to Calista’s surprise, she gestured for her to come closer.

The woman’s face was striking. Beautiful and mature, with a presence that spoke of experience. Calista blinked. Oh. Wait. Hadn’t someone mentioned that a few of them might be paired with veterans for the day instead of staff? And no one else had shown up. This woman must be one of those veterans who had come along as a guide or mentor, and Calista was willing to bet that they were the two paired.

“Oh, okay,” Calista said, her voice friendly but slightly unsure. “You're one of the veterans, then? I didn’t catch your name when everyone was gathering together. Sorry if I missed it.” She paused, realizing her current outfit didn’t exactly scream “spa-ready.” With a sheepish smile, she added, “Just give me one second to change, and I’ll join you.”

She moved toward a screen set up in one corner, dropping her bag there. As she opened it to slide her phone inside, she took a moment to breathe and collect herself. It wasn’t every day she had to make an impression on someone who might be her senior in the business.

She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her favorite green bikini beneath. The snug fabric clung to her chest, accentuating her ample curves, while her abs, though soft in spots, showed clear definition, much like her arms. Sliding her skirt down her hips, she exposed her thick thighs and toned legs.

Calista

Satisfied that she was presentable, she glanced at herself quickly in a nearby wall mirror, just to check that everything clung to the right places, and then turned back toward the hot tub. Draping her towel over her arm, she approached the water’s edge, a friendly but slightly tentative smile on her lips.

“Alright,” she said, slipping off her slippers and testing the water with a toe. “I’m here!"

[thesteedman]

"Do not call me Veteran my dear. You are making me sound like I am old and decrepid." The Baroness pouted in a playful manner. She was a little disappointed in herself for not getting a drink as this was normally the time she would take a modest sip of some luxurious wine. Fortunately, she was gifted with another form of drink, as her would be guest of honour slowly began to slide from her blouse. For now, the Baroness could only see her shadow from behind the screen, but she leaned forward when the beauty slid from concealment. Hugging her chest was a green bikini top, that left much of her stunning form on display. There was already a slight glisten to her flawless flesh from the condensation from the heated tub, whilst matching bottoms completed her attire, or what lack of it there was.

"Oh! Stop that! This is not some frozen lake you are dipping into. The water is exquisite. Come join me." The Baroness giggled, seeing Calista test the water with her barefoot sheepishly. In playful fashion, the Baroness splashed a few droplets of water towards her midriff to let her know the temperature she was slipping into. Her movements were oddly elegant, her demeanour welcoming... for now. It was as if the young woman had never been within the confines of a hot tub before. If that was true that would be a tragic motion, made all the more troubling for her, given what the Baroness had in store for her. There was always the chance she would never enter a hot tub again.
"What is your name beautiful? I just wish to make sure I know who I have the pleasure of joining me. I also need to make certain you are in the right place... which I suspect you are." The Baroness questioned in a formal yet light hearted manner. Naturally it did not matter what name this lady offered her... the Baroness would confirm her all the same.

She would play the game for a little while, until this stunning specimen of a woman was at ease. Then all she had to do was spring the trap.
"Do not be shy. I do not bite." The Baroness whispered, managing an alluring smile. Of course she did not bite... like a constrictor, she preferred to squeeze her prey.

[RockRye]

Calista cringed at the woman’s reaction to her calling her a veteran. “Oh, yeah, sorry,” she said aloud, hands up in a gesture of surrender from behind the screen. “I didn’t mean anything by it, I promise.” She paused, trying to salvage the moment. “I guess ‘veteran’ does have a connotation. I just meant someone more experienced than me.” She offered a sheepish smile, even if it couldn't be seen. “I’ve only been with LAW a few weeks, soooo if you can beat that, you're still kind of the veteran to my rookie?”

She didn’t voice the rest of her thoughts, but her own words acted as a revelation to her. Had it even been that long? Time had felt like a whirlwind, a blur of training, photoshoots, signing this and that, and performing. She hadn’t really stopped to take it all in, let alone properly settle down or acquaint herself with many people in the company. This, she realized, might be her first real chance to do that.

Her internal reflection was cut short as the woman splashed water toward her, droplets hitting her toned abs and sparkling against her skin. Calista giggled, brushing at the water. “Alright, alright! I guess I should just get in before you drench me anyway. Is this revenge for the veteran comment?”

Though she wasn’t exactly a hot tub aficionado, never having had much access to one, Calista boldly stepped forward, dipping her toes into the water first. It was hot, almost alarmingly so, but the sensation quickly turned pleasant, and she took another step, the warmth creeping up her calves. A shiver ran through her as her sensitive thighs adjusted to the heat, and with a final breath of resolve, she dipped fully into the water, her bikini-clad body sinking until she found a seat a couple of feet away from the woman.

The relief was almost immediate, the tension in her muscles easing as the heat worked its magic. Calista let out a soft sigh, her posture relaxing as she settled in. Okay, it really was nice.

The woman’s voice brought her back to the moment. She wanted her name.

“Oh, right! Sorry, I should’ve said sooner,” Calista said, sitting up a little straighter. “I’m Calista Petridis. And, uh, I probably missed your name, too.” She rubbed the back of her neck with an apologetic smile. “They mentioned some of the chaperones earlier, but honestly...I wasn’t listening all that closely. I didn't realize we would be paired up like this, so I caught the names in one big handful.”

[thesteedman]

"Calista... Petridis... The name does not ring a bell. I do not believe I was supposed to be assigned to you. Yet... you are here now and whoever I was charged to look after is not. I guess there must have been a minute error somewhere, but it matters not. Get yourself settled in." The Baroness would go on to describe. It sounded more believable to make it seem like a minor error had occurred, and that they would just run the course. It was a way to build trust, trick the prey into coming closer. In truth she had no idea what this operation was about that the LAW had run, some exercise to integrate the new signings. The Baroness cared not, she was aware of it, but her own ambitions were that she hoped some stray would end up within her lair... and here she was... Calista Petridis. Clad in little more than a bikini, with a most desirable body on display before her.

With Calista slipping her enthralling form into the hot waters, the Baroness was slowly making less effort to hide her desires for her. Those once very calculated eyes were beginning to drift over Calista's body, admiring her slightly toned midriff, how her top hugged her chest, all whilst the water slowly and smoothly lapped over her, dousing her form in water, giving her flawless flesh an appealing glisten. Biting on her lower lip, the Baroness leaned back, managing a small giggle as she watched Calista slowly settle her form into the waters. Using the weightless nature of her form within the water, the Baroness smoothly began to drift closer towards her, as ever so slowly, those dangerous legs of hers began to position, ready to snatch like the deadly strike of an Anaconda serpent.

"Do not fret about the comment of Veteran, I was aware of what you meant. And no, you did not miss my name. I was yet to give it." Stephanie whispered, slipping just a little closer, as she felt her bare foot slowly brush against Calista's leg. Knowing she was in good range her smile darkened. A few weeks within the LAW, the Baroness wondered if she had heard of her just yet. She certainly had a terrible reputation within the LAW, given she so often gave into her darkest whims... with Calista being no exception to the rule.
"Stephanie Renaud... though they call her the Baroness in the ring. Amongst other nicknames." The Baroness whispered, as she made no effort to hide now. Slowly she traced her leg up one of Calista's, holding a deep desire to wrap them around her waist and do what she did best... but that was the main event... there was no rush to get there just yet.

"One being Miss Squeeze." The Baroness hissed, before her legs shot upwards with a splash, coming to wrap around and catch Calista around her neck. If all went well, she lucked to lean back and pull her close, looking to adjust her grip into a figure four lock and bring Calista onto her knees into the centre of the tub, with her head barely above water level.

[RockRye]

Calista shrugged at the mention of being “mispaired.” With an unconcerned tilt of her head, she remarked, “Doesn’t really matter to me as long as everyone’s got someone. Sounds like someone probably just wandered off with a friend or something and took my spot.” Leaning into the warm steam curling around her shoulders, she added with a faint grin, “If you’re happy to have me here, I’m happy to be here!”

She made herself comfortable, sinking further into the tub’s soothing heat. The water lapped at her skin, relaxing her muscles after what felt like an eternity of non-stop days. She was just starting to adjust to the rhythm of the spa when she felt it, the faint brush of a foot against her leg. At first, she didn’t think much of it. Tight spaces made contact inevitable, and she had no sheepishness when it came to familiarity. But the touch lingered, deliberate in its pace, sending a quiet prickle of awareness up her spine.

Her brows furrowed, but before she could make sense of the gesture, the woman finally broke the silence to introduce herself. The name caught Calista off-guard, its delivery more dramatic and... secretive than expected. She almost quipped back, wondering aloud if Stephanie had a background in drama. But her words caught in her throat as the other woman’s leg moved again, this time tracing a slow, deliberate line along the side of Calista’s own leg. The sensation sent a sharp bolt of unease through her, the deliberate intent now undeniable.

Her smile faltered, confusion beginning to knit across her features. Before Calista could react, the surface of the water shattered with a sudden, violent splash.

The Baroness moved with a startling grace and speed, her sculpted legs slicing through the steaming water with a predatory precision. Calista caught the glint of muscle flexing beneath the woman’s skin in the brief second before those legs coiled around her neck. The crushing pressure was immediate, a vice-like grip that cut off her breath and yanked her forward with ruthless force. The water churned and rippled as Calista was hauled off her seat, her knees smacking against the tiled bottom of the tub with a muted thud.

"Aghhhh..." A strangled squeal escaped her lips, muffled and weak as her fingers flew to her neck, instinctively clawing at the thighs that trapped her. Her hands met the slick, firm resistance of muscle and water-slicked skin, but it was like trying to pry apart steel. Her chest burned with the lack of air, and her wide eyes darted to the rippling water an inch below her nose.

Calista’s vision swam as the heat of the water mingled with the pressure building in her head. She tried to speak, to ask why, but the words were little more than a rasping, breathless whisper, lost in the chaos. The question lingered in her mind as her body struggled against the overwhelming strength holding her down, the fight for survival kicking in despite the sheer, suffocating force that pinned her.

[thesteedman]

"So.. I might as well honour my part of this meeting. An education is what you are about to recieve, and I prefer the practical kind." The Baroness whispered in a teasing tone. There was a dark look within her eyes now, her head tilted downwards as some of her fringe came to cross over her eyes. Her legs seemed to harden and flex, before closing in just a little around the slender neck of her captive. She bit on her lower lip, watching her gasp for air as she kept her head above the water for the time being.
"Oh stop it, do not be so dramatic... I am barely applying pressure." The Baroness giggled out, easing just a little, enough to give Calista just enough to breathe... but barely. It was not her intent to decimate this young upstart, but to grind her down slowly. Best not to get carried away just yet as far as the Baroness was concerned.

"This move is called a headscissors, in case you were wondering. It is not my favourite by any means, but it is certainly not my least either. I can see the appeal in this hold, but in my opinion, once locked in... it takes too short of a time to bring a prey to submission or render them asleep. Whilst you gaze upon the beautiful allure of their angelic features... you get little else. Still... the headscissors is an effective way to wring the life from your foe and assure a potential and swift victory." The Baroness whispered, her fingers coming to trace over Calista's cheek as she watched her paw and claw at her impressive thighs. She answered her struggles with a sharp amount of pressure, looking to strangle her for a few seconds before she eased again.

"You get a much more desirable result when you squeeze the torso... but we'll get to that at the end of this session." The Baroness whispered in a dark manner, almost getting excited by the prospect of it. It was then she did something potentially dangerous. She straightened her back, forcing her legs downwards, soon dipping Calista under the water, before she tightened her hold ever so slightly. She near moaned in pleasure, enjoying the feel of Calista trying to writhe for freedom, holding her for a few seconds.
"What do we do if we cannot escape? You should know this at least." The Baroness would call out. As brutal as she was, she was very mindful of Calista's body movements. The Baroness was many deplorable things, but she would be certain not to drown her captive. Still... Calista herself did not have to know that... bringing a dark smile upon the alluring lips of the Baroness.

[RockRye]

Calista’s mind spiraled in chaos, overwhelmed by the raw fear coursing through her as Stephanie’s toned legs constricted around her neck. Each pulse of pressure felt like a noose tightening, and Calista’s hands flew to the wet, slippery skin, fumbling desperately to pry them off. Panic surged through her veins, and her vision blurred as her lungs strained for air.

“Gkk—!” she choked, a strained, guttural sound forcing its way from her throat. Her nails scrabbled uselessly against Stephanie’s thighs, leaving trails of water but doing nothing to loosen the hold. Her lips trembled as she gasped out a strangled “Wh... y?” that barely escaped her lips, red-faced and trembling.

She could hear Stephanie’s voice, clear and deliberate above her own frenzied heartbeat. That dark theatricality, the calm confidence. It made it undeniable that this was no prank. This was deliberate. A trap. Calista’s stomach dropped, terror welling in her wide eyes as she realized just how helpless she truly was.

And then it got worse.

With an unrelenting squeeze that sent stars bursting behind Calista’s eyes, Stephanie shifted, her legs still clamped firmly around Calista’s neck, and dunked her beneath the water.

“GHHHK—!” Calista shrieked through the hold, the sound muffled as her face plunged into the hot, bubbling water. She managed a quick, shallow gasp, too small, too late, before her face plunged beneath the surface of the hot, bubbling water. The crushing pressure of Stephanie’s thighs robbed her of control of that feeble amount of air almost instantly and left her in a stream of bubbles rising to the surface. Dread seized her chest like a vice.

Underwater, the world was a chaotic blur of muted light and swirling currents. The hot water engulfed her head, silencing everything except the pounding of her heartbeat in her ears. The water felt like an extension of the hold, pressing in on her, amplifying her helplessness. The water burned against her eyes, and the sound of her own pulse thundered in her ears. Her muscles screamed for oxygen, and her frantic struggles only made her movements weaker.

All she could think to do was voice a need for escape. Her muffled cries turned to strangled sounds, muffled and warbled by the water: “Mmmph! Mmhhnnghh!” She kicked her legs frantically, her arms flailing as she slapped at Stephanie’s thighs, her hips, anything she could reach. Her taps were desperate, erratic, as her strength began to falter. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she clung to the faint hope that the taps would be enough, that Stephanie would relent. But she couldn’t hold on much longer.

[thesteedman]

Stephanie bit on her lower lip hard, feeling the frantic struggles of her alluring captive. The hot tub was impressively large if nothing else, allowing Calista a range of full movement... to struggle. She felt her fingers trying to dig into the muscle of her thighs and unlock the vice clamped upon her neck. Her legs kicked under the water, clashing against the base of the tub a few times, no doubt looking for leverage that simply did not exist. Those dangerous legs closed just a little more, with Calista's slender neck unable to resist the pressure, forcing a stream of air from her lungs.

The Baroness' toes curled as she whipped her head back, letting out a moan of satisfaction, enjoying this moment and her captive... but she did not let herself get lost. After what felt like a minute for Calista, but it could have been no more than a few seconds, the Baroness raised her legs, bringing Calista's head from below the steaming water level. Her legs loosened slightly, her thighs easing with tension from around her compressed throat... just enough to let her draw breath.
"There you go. You have discovered the valuable lesson of tapping out." The Baroness whispered, bringing Calista close as she began to brush a few wet strands of hair from over Calista's beautiful and angelic features.

She let her take in a few hard earned strained breathes, watching with near obsession, taking note as her chest rose and fell, how her midriff strained as the water trickled down her stomach and cleavage. Stephanie took a few breathes herself, more controlled and steady.
"There is another lesson here I should warn you of. Something you need to experience. Though it is wise to tap to admit defeat... there are many in the LAW that will not heed such advice. This shall be our next class... to experience this, to become accustomed to this..." The Baroness sang out, waiting for Calista to try and protest against what was happening.

She waited for her lips to part, to no doubt try and beg or reason with her, but instead... the Baroness forced her down again, once again submerging her back into the waters. She did not squeeze as tightly this time, but she kept her secured, desiring to feel her struggle, to try and writhe for freedom. She would wait for those desperate taps of submission... but she would not heed them this time. Instead, the Baroness focused on her form, taking note of how much air she managed to get into her lungs before she was submerged... timing... waiting... this would be a more brutal and unforgiving test... to see how long Calista could take it...