Owning Her Shadow (for SuckerPunch)

[Winter]

Arlise, beaming but studying the doctor's fair features, found herself questioning why a wrestler with her own career would be so enthusiastic to train another.

The fret passed as quickly as it had appeared, however. It was not so ridiculous a thought; Lise found her fun by helping others learn too, after all. The redhead supposed she could pinpoint the cause for her wariness, too. It was strange to consider being a student of wrestling. Near-everything she knew was self-taught by necessity - being able to afford a tutor would have been an unattainable dream at home!

No one had ever been invested in her career besides Arlise herself. That another could think she was worth the time was... thrilling.

Arlise, beaming, soaked in more of Mina's reassurances, practically daydreaming about the next few weeks. Only the doctor's compliment and body-long glance proved distracting enough to resurrect a touch of sheepishness in the redhead. She responded with an unreadable, crooked smile and a brush-aside of a strand of hair. Her eyes almost - almost - betrayed her with another sweep of Mina's admittedly incredibly enticing thigh still within her peripheral vision, but she resisted.

And caught the doctor's question about physical needs as if Mina uttered it on cue. Arlise's gray eyes widened, and again, she searched the doctor's features for meaning.

Three times, once the doctor stood and started to excuse herself to the restroom, Lise started to form questions. Three times, Mina's words intrigued her enough that she stopped, suddenly finding the question foolish. Before Lise could comprehend what she needed to express, Mina had disappeared into the bathroom, leaving a staring Arlise in her wake.

Lise scratched her forehead, relaying the last few moments to herself. Honing her mind. Fulfilling physical needs. What Lise hoped to get out of this appointment. Enjoy the appointment greatly. Her eyes settled on the mat she had placed on display, hoping to earn brownie points with the then-mysterious doctor.

A leg started bouncing as she considered wrestling her newfound mentor. "Mina?", she called. "I think I have an idea to start."

[SuckerPunch]

Dr. Takemi had left Arlise to her own devices for just a few moments. Once inside the restroom she'd wash her hands and face before disrobing. The small clutch she'd brought with her had only contained a few things. Her wallet. Some fresh make-up. And a fresh change of clothes. Satisfied with her costume change, Mina returned to Arlise's shouting.

Dr. Takemi returned to Arlise with a shocking alternate attire. She wore the same heels, the same choker, but added agreen bikini so tiny it barely qualified. The top exposed more of her heavy breasts than it hid. The material was thin enough that it looked painted on. Her nipples were clearly outlined, even without them standing at attention. The bottoms were Brazillian cut. The triangle that covered her flower did so while leaving as much of the tantalizing curve of her inner thigh exposed as possible. The back was a single thin string that held the tiny garment together and obscured as little of her plump, round backside as possible.

"You had an idea? Wonderful. Let's hear it?" She requested with a coy grin. A hand came up to plump her hair as she cocked a hip, showing off her body. She was older than Arlise. But she also had the body of a woman who fought and fucked other women professionally.

Bikini

[Winter]

Arlise stroked on her chin. Again, she probably waited too late to take back her declaration that she had an idea for the two of them, but she wondered if it might be too forward for her to ask that they dive straight into wrestling on the first appointment. Even after she heard the bathroom door swing open, she pondered and twisted her mouth to consider whether she should recommend they stick to discussion. Only once the doctor's heels clicked on the wooden flooring beside her did Lise peer in her direction.

The redhead choked on the words she planned to utter when her jaw draped to the floor.

There was so much to see that Arlise couldn't focus on any one part. Her eyes glued to Mina's toned midriff first before exploring outward, taking in everything from the doctor's face down to her toes... and a few areas of interest in between. Arlise would be thrilled, thrilled to have the company of a half-naked woman of Mina's caliber in her apartment, and she would have taken it coolly. In stride. With the confidence of someone who was the reason that woman might be half-naked in the first place.

Somehow, Mina - who may as well have been called naked as half-naked - had flattened Arlise as easily as a sumo. A sumo with a body every bit as good as any wrestler's Arlise had ever seen. The redhead, though still a blatantly ogling deer-in-headlights, knew why. She prepared all week for a professional session. With someone she would surely dislike in the end. Someone who would pass through, arrange a few appointments, and be forgotten about by the next week.

Not a woman who wanted to train her and who had just walked out of her bathroom in a bikini skimpier than what even Arlise herself would wear.

Lise wet her lips, and for good measure, took a drink of water, before she could speak. Still her voice rasped. "We could-" She cleared her throat. Okay, no longer any need to doubt that she and the doctor thought along the same lines about the evening... "Make use of that you have on there. If you would give me a chance to change too."

[SuckerPunch]

The look on Arlise's face was priceless. It was everything that Mina could have hoped for. And more. The young red-head couldn't keep her eyes off her. And as the woman explored her body, Mina shifted and posed. She indulged and engaged in Arlise's unexpected (for Arlise at least) lust. She even did a slow, writhing turn to show off her plump backside. A butt that had been made for the faces of other women... Should Arlise be so lucky.

"Oh my. Don't stare like that, you'll make me blush!" Her tone made it clear that she intended for the near future to hold a number of things that would make any sensible woman blush!

The situation brought a warm smile to Mina's lips. In truth, she had watched Arlise's matches and she had discussed her case with management. She had come to the evening's appointment with a plan. And... Perhaps some ulterior motives. The woman was beautiful and weak to whimsy. It had given Mina some less than honorable ideas concerning what she the night might hold in store for the two. The opportunity to find their bodies tangled together. Hot, sweaty, skin to skin.

As Arlise asked to change it was Mina's turn to lick her lips. Her nipples hardened noticeably under the attire as her mind deviated towards the future. Towards what Arlise might wear. At least for a little while.

Mina moved over towards the mats with a sashaying of her hips. She'd turn then and face Arlise. "That is a chance I would not miss. Please, do hurry back."

[Winter]

Arlise battled within herself not to think it. She managed fine until Mina had twisted in place, teasing the redhead with the sight of the full package - as if having the doctor not staring directly at her provided her leave to entertain the thought. The thought that, while Lise didn't know Mina's age, she could figure from the context clues and LAW's mention of experience that the doctor was at least a dozen years her elder. That she would have never expected a woman in her thirties said to be a part-timer in the ring to have a body better than most twenty-somethings. Of course, it was no insult - a compliment to Mina's apparent dedication, in fact - but Lise felt a twinge of awkwardness and guilt that it crossed her mind.

Two thoughts crossed her mind as a result, however. One worrying, one exciting. One was whether she could come close to maintaining a body like that over the years. The other? Realizing that Mina seemed ready to teach her this level of dedication.

Caught in a reverie, Lise's gaze made an uncomfortably-sudden shift back to Mina's face. She came close to reddening like her hair again, as well. She would need to stop doing that; it was too unlike her. Too self-conscious.

Maybe once she got into something more suited for the situation herself. Sitting in a decently-proper skirt while her guest pranced in a non-existent set of strings did not suit her. Not necessarily needing Mina's leave, the redhead stood to her feet, making a beeline for the bedroom. "Yes, I think I'll do that."

Hurry Lise did not though. She allowed herself a mere few seconds to again to weigh how wild the situation had become so suddenly before stripping and digging through her stringier beach garments. One minute passed with her trying to decide. Two. Only by the third minute did she narrow it to two, and after that, another thirty seconds led to her choice.

She donned the body-hugging gold bikini, only mildly less exposing than Mina's own - a square inch of extra cloth in the front and back of the bottoms, with the top hugging the underside of her breasts rather than clinging to the middle - and peered at herself. Of course, this did not look like one expected to wear in front of their mind-doctor.

The unfortunate, unnatural apprehension still clung to the redhead, but she shook it off and headed to the door. Slowly she sauntered out, movements alluring though lacking her usual room-capturing confidence, and propped against the door facing with a hand. "Alright, Mina... ready."

[SuckerPunch]

Mina crossed her arms under her bust as Arlise left. The Belgian woman's reactions had put a lascivious smile on the Ring Therapists lips. That woman wanted nothing more than to have her face pressed between her thighs. She could feel it. And Dr. Takemi was eager to grant her wish. However... She had work to do first. Enjoyable, sensual, erotic work. But work no less.

Arlise had left for longer than she had anticipated. Mina waited in the center of Arlise's wrestling mats waiting to reward her ambition. Standing in the center of the woman's apartment had left her feeling a bit cold, coercing her to gently hug her arms under her bust as she rubbed them for warmth. This all seemed very silly during these moments of isolation and self-reflection. She stood alone in a strangers apartment in less than her unmentionables. Her mature body practically oozing out of her attire as she waited to challenge a practical stranger to what amounted to little more than a sex fight in her apartment.

All of that awkwardness and doubt became eagerness as Lise returned to the room. Mina could feel her heart hasten beneath her heavy breasts. She could feel the hot swell of excitement in the pit of her stomach. The tables had turned, though she would do her best to hide this from her soon to be opponent. It was now Mina who wanted nothing more than Arlise between her thighs.

"You look incredible!" She praised her excitedly. She licked her lips as her eyes poured over Arlise's youthful, voluptuous form. She traced every line of every curve with the intensity of a college freshman. "Mmm. I can't wait." She took a step towards her, placing herself dead in the center of the mats before she paused.

"But first. The terms. It is your home, so you may set the rules. And of course, I will set the prize." She gestured to Arlise. "Go on."

[Winter]

Arlise found how relieving it was to hear Mina's praise surprising, and the Belgian offered the older woman a faint, pleased smirk. Of course, anyone would like to hear that they looked incredible, and the ice that had seemingly formed on all of Lise's muscles as she had walked back into the main living space slowly melted. It remained, no doubt - Lise remained stunned by how easily this situation had turned from nausea-inducing to thrilling - but she felt more herself. More the woman who wrestled others in a bikini in front of ten thousand people.

Yet Mina was not ten thousand people, and nor was she a guest Lise had invited over where both individuals knew the intent of what was to come. Still Lise longed for that feeling of having control over the situation. But Mina had swept her up into this situation from the most unlikely circumstances, and Lise wished to have a better grasp of what was expected as she quietly watched the doctor's eyes slide over her curves. Perhaps this was... already a moment to learn something new.

The doctor did, however, place initiative in Lise's hands. The hands of a woman highly under-prepared to make any decisions. Offering a look of consideration, Lise bought herself a few moments of thinking with a "Well..." and a shift closer to the mats to push aside a nearby table with her foot.

Rules? Yes, rules... She almost wanted to set the rule that the doctor could not possibly wear something so distracting for the match, but she only rolled her eyes at herself at the thought. "Let's keep the rules light," she finally continued, unable to think too clearly about what interested her with her head spinning. "No strikes and only a few throws due to the limited space? And... I suppose that would mean submission and knockout only? Or points. Are we fighting until one is the victor?"

Darn. Now Lise was struggling as the one with control. She glanced Mina's body again. That was probably why.

[SuckerPunch]

"Submission then." She confirmed with a hungry look in her eyes as she stepped closer to Arlise on the mats. "Until one of admits the other is the better woman." She reiterated, so that Arlise knew exactly what she would be confessing to when and if she gave up. "And if that is the case, then there can only be one prize that is appropriate hm?" She asked as she took another step. This time it was into Arlise. Pushing their bodies together. Not in a way that would force Arlise backwards. It was a slow meeting of warm flesh. A graceful motion that allowed their busts to melt into one another.

"The loser will lay on her back." She drew a finger to Arlise's lips. Placing the pad of her index finger upon her lower one with the slightest of contact. "The winner will sit on her face." She pressed her forehead against Lise's, her words rumbling out of her lips in a purr. "And the loser will worship her. With these." She drew an index finger to Arlise's lips. The pad of the finger placed the slightest of contact upon them. "Are those terms acceptable, Lise?" The question was whispered like some intimate secret. She already knew the answer.

Sitting upon the beautiful redheads face was all that Mina could think about from the moment she'd seen her. Now, such a thing had been made possible. Her nipples, bullet hard, pressed into Arlise through the inadequate fabric of their attire. The resistance of Arlise's soft flesh sent a shudder down the mature woman's spine before she backed away, appraising the Belgian Beauty expectantly. There was still the chance she'd deny her prize and throw her out over such an indecent, unprofessional proposal...

[Winter]

Ah, there. Arlise listened with interest, watching the doctor glide across the mat and glad she could cease her guessing game. She did not know why she continued to believe that she must meet some expectation with what she requested, what she proposed - Mina pushed for her to be comfortable. Perhaps she needed to adjust to having someone seemingly invested in her and her thoughts.

The Belgian nodded along in agreement, too. A submission match was the obvious answer. Pinpricks prodded at her spine with the way Mina uttered that one would be admitting to the better woman, but Lise maintained her cool.

That cool became incredibly warm, however, in the doctor's next breath. A breath that Lise could almost feel warming her face when Mina suddenly became so close that only the fabric of their swim tops prevented them from becoming acquainted in ways that, roughly ten minutes before, were as far from Lise's mind as possible. And it was not as if their tops hid anything. Lise wished it could hide the certain squirrelly look in her eyes.

Squirrel was better than deer-in-headlights. Arlise morphed into a latter the moment Mina's finger landed on her lips, completely enraptured by what was happening. And, in the next moment... dying of heat stroke.

Nothing in Arlise's mind, body, or soul failed to react to what Mina proposed. She went blank. Dull. Swallowed by obsession with what was being proposed, and how it was being proposed. With the confidence of a woman who knew precisely what she stirred in the young redhead. Dear God, Arlise was stirred, and she regarded Mina with a stare that was equal parts romance novel longing and utter astonishment.

She numbly went to answer but had to clear her throat when she sounded precisely like a raspy-voiced man on the first try. "Acceptable. Yes. That... should fantastically... should work fantastically."

She might become a puddle first, but yes. Fantastically.

[SuckerPunch]

"Wonderful." Arlise had agreed to the terms of the match. The terms that, unbeknownst to the pretty redhead, had been decided the moment Dr. Takemi had met her. It was upon first glance that the Ring Therapist knew she had to have Arlise. Because she was beautiful, young, charming, and because Mina believed she knew exactly how to help her!

She'd press closer to Arlise, as if that were possible, and placed a chaste kiss upon her lips. A jabbing flash of lips. It was neither passionate nor hungry. It was a tease to catch her off guard. "Then let's begin!" She said through a grin as her arms lashed out to wrap around Arlise! To ensnare her in a sudden hug that proved that, yes, they could get closer together! Her breasts mushrooming further outside of the constraints of her top, if that was possible, as they compressed against Arlise's.

Perhaps it had been a dirty trick. But they were both professionals. They were both aware that there was no 'fair' in wrestling. There was simply what you could get away with. Mina knew that Arlise was offguard. Overwhelmed with the sensation of the situation. She knew that as eager as Mina was, Arlise was twice as eager to begin. And of course there was the carrot that dangled in front of them. The passionate prize that had sweetened the deal. More than anything... Mina couldn't wait to sit on her face!

"Moan for me, Arlise!"

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