A Taste of Things To Come (Dalia Nadeen Mahmoud [D] vs Tomas Ferreira)

[DSX93]

Dalia watched on with ever increasing intrigue. The love shown to her foot would be rewarded with hums and the occasional moan to encourage the attention given to each individual toe. How much did the components factor into the result here? His liking for a woman's feet, the drive to impress the woman right in front of him, the apple taste of the oil, the joy in showing up those silenced hecklers -- were they even in his mind anymore? -- giving these thousands of paying customers the show they came to see...

She would ask him a question that wouldn't require any talking. "Do you normally give a woman's feet this much loving attention?" She'd immediately raise a finger to halt any impulse he may have to speak..."Don't talk. Keep licking." And follow up with a tap of her thigh to show him how she wanted his answer to be communicated. "Once to say 'yes'. Twice to say 'no'."

Regardless of the answer, the moment she noticed his body's reaction to hers would also be the time to take them away. "And that's enough for now." His cheek received a couple playful taps to accompany the withdrawal. "But keep those pleasant thoughts." And she would tease him one last time, floating both feet in front of his face just a little too slowly to be seen as anything but intentional on their downward path to his chest, touching one foot down on each pec before pushing off to create a proper starting distance. Something that took less force than it would seem, watching it.

The Egyptian slid gracefully into a ready position on her knees.

[GoingBananas]

To him, it wasn’t rocket science, but there might have been some who never seem to “get it,” as they say. Not everyone excels at cleaning. Some aren’t good at constructing houses. Some people cannot understand quantum mechanics. People have their natural roles to play, that is as much as Tomás liked to believe. He wasn’t the god-fearing type, but he respected roles in society.

Tomás was about to answer Dalia’s question, but she ordered him to continue, not to utter a word. "Mmrmm-hmm..." A slight pause, hearing the alternative options given to him. Once understood, Tomás would tap on that strong, taut thigh twice. An answer that might be shocking to the Mistress of the Oil, but in truth, Tomás was operating on what felt natural to him. His past life left little time to philander with the ladies.

Being fresh into this kind of environment that LAW offers, there are still things that give him pause, but Tomás found this to be a natural reflex. He showed her respect, and so would she. It was an even exchange. Tomás even improved at the job, running along the veins, tickling the nerves. Judging from the sounds of things, she liked this. Perhaps loving this? Who knows?

However, this can’t go on for too long. The dark-haired Egyptian would withdraw her foot, just as he was getting into it a bit more. A few playful taps to the cheek and some sensual touches on his chest, and she would use him as a platform to push off. Tomás chuckled, wiping the taste off his lips, the lingering taste of the apple - or her foot - remaining still. Either that or he’s checking to see he’s not drooling too much.

Tomás tried to walk on his knees, having a bit more base to work with, compared to just standing on his two feet. It was awkward at first, slowly trying to create some momentum to propel him forward to Dalia. “I forgot to ask. You okay if we start like this? Or do all of your matches start standing? I’m just thinking of the effort I’d have to stand up and then eventually fall down in seconds.”

[DSX93]

That such dedicated service wasn't the norm for him raised a brow and pulled at the corners of her upturned lips. His answer placed her in unique company. Possibly even a party of one. She liked that.

Had he been waiting for a moment like this? Or had she simply gotten that much of a rise out of him?

Dalia watched his approach with her arms at the ready, fingers wiggling in anticipation, her smile turning into something that said that he was taking those first steps forward into this as a boy, but when she's done with him -- for tonight, that is -- his eyes will be opened to a whole new world. She awaited his first move, noting that his difficulties persisted while he was on his knees.

And then he stopped. She had a ready answer for the question that followed.

"Most of my matches end with my opponent on their knees, so we'd just be skipping a step. I don't mind that at all." She let out a quiet chuckle before falling into a silence that she spent assessing him. Figuring out how she'd go about this. It wouldn't do to end this quickly. Not at all.

This match required spectacle, but to provide it, she'd need to carry him. That was something that she'd discussed with her original opponent, who had as much experience as a wrestler entirely as Tomas had in oil. Maria was agreeable to the idea. Sounded keen on being subjected to her holds. Eager to serve, which made her last-minute disappearance all the more jarring.

She couldn't just ask this man to do the same here, could she?

"Choose any angle you'd like, and come at me however. We'll take it from there."

She'll figure it out.