A Meeting of Business And Pleasure

[TheSuitedOwl]

While Bianca wasn't sure what Misa would do once she unhooked her bra. She was confident that she wouldn't be trying to follow her and sure enough she was right. Which left her with a wide and ever increasing lead. As she swam towards the soft glow of the glow stick and would submerge under the water once she was close enough.

From there it wouldn't take long for the cruel yet playful stagehand. To pop back up with the glow stick in hand and a taunt ready at her lips. "Don't waste too much time Misa. That bra isn't staying for to long." Just before she would turn back with a laugh and start swimming back towards the lip of the pool.

[CaptainL]

Misa, unfortunately, had never had the best of luck in just about anything. The people around her theorized the reasons why, but whatever it was it seemed that wherever she went misfortune followed her, and things never seemed to go her way when they needed to. That was certainly proving to be the case tonight, as the announcer seemed to hit every patch of bad luck she possibly could. Compounding her luck with the slipperiness of her wet fingers and her own anxiety belaboring her movements, she was finding it difficult to get her bra back in place. Nervously, she glanced back and forth between her own back and the water, gauging how much time she had, as she fiddled with the clasps. But it was hopeless - and, as Bianca emerged from the water with the glow stick in her hand, Misa stopped with a gulp.

Her blood ran cold, and the regrets began to run through her mind. If she had just abandoned her bra to the water, Misa thought, she could have sacrificed her modesty to preserve her freedom. It would have hurt in the short term, but it would prevent a lot more later on. Unfortunately, that hadn't come to her then - and she was only realizing it now that it was too late. Now, she was at Bianca's mercy yet again.

Bianca's taunts didn't do any favors for Misa's nerves. Turning around in the water with her bra at last haphazardly fixed in place, she drifted closer to the side of the pool, wondering what Bianca had up her sleeve next. "W-What's that supposed ta mean..?"

[TheSuitedOwl]

Whatever "bad luck" Misa thought she was facing. Bianca would whole heartly disagree. Tonight had been nothing but absolutely thrilling for her and regardless of how much Misa insisted otherwise. Bianca knew that deep down she also thought the same, she was just in denial.

Reaching the pools edge Bianca would slowly pull herself out. Making sure that Misa got a good look of her round ass. Before she would finally put it away and once again take a seat over the lip of the pool. "It means exactly how it sounds. Now why don't you get up here so I can start. Before I decide to make it more severe."

[CaptainL]

Misa certainly saw her captor's shapely rear as Bianca pulled herself out of the water, and it was enough to make her face grow red as she glanced off. It felt odd to have such thoughts about the woman who had been such an obstacle for the ring announcer, but...she couldn't deny that she felt them, all the same. Being dominated and pushed around like this gave Misa a strange sensation, one that she felt she shouldn't be enjoying. But that only seemed to make it that much more exciting. Her heart beat faster in her chest as she considered what would happen to her next, but was that purely out of fear?

Nevertheless, she quickly shook herself back to the present. Misa knew that Bianca wouldn't be amused if she tarried, and that could only make things more difficult for her. "R-Right, yeah..." At Bianca's demands, Misa pulled herself out of the water, coming to rest next to her on the edge of the pool. "Ah...guess ah should get started, then?" She reached behind her, nervously groping for the clasps of her bra. Her anxieties made her movements shaky and uncoordinated, but surely this was what Bianca wanted.

[TheSuitedOwl]

Bianca wouldn't miss the embarrassed look Misa gave as she looked away from her derriere. It was just as funny at it was flattering but Misa was nonetheless right. She needed to hurry before Bianca's mood would sour. Though once she did her sudden haste to take off her bra would backfire. As Bianca grabbed her unsteady hands and pulled them in front of her and away from her bra clamp.

"Now where's the fun in having you do it?" Bianca asked. While she guided the Misa's hands to her hips. Then running her hands up the announcer's arms and back. Bianca would immediately find Misa's bra clamp thanks to earlier but wouldn't immediately undo it as she took the time to enjoy their intimacy. "You know your free to squeeze my ass. I saw the face you made." Bianca teased. As she finally undid Misa's bra and pulled away to expose Misa's large tits for her viewing pleasure.

[CaptainL]

Between how slippery her wet fingers were and how her mind was anything but serene, Misa was finding it difficult to perform even a task as easy as unclasping her own bra, her motions clumsy and uncoordinated. She slipped a few times, each time causing her to wince as she imagined how Bianca surely wouldn't be pleased with her for taking so long. But it still came as a surprise when Bianca took her wrists and guided her hands down, resting them on her hips.

"A-Ahh..?" She stopped, looking up at Bianca with wide eyes. Misa was bewildered - she didn't know what exactly she was doing wrong, only that it had to be something; she knew, after all, that her captor's standards were demanding ones. Yet, even as she gulped with nervous anticipation of how the stagehand might respond, Misa still purred softly as she felt Bianca's fingers trace up her sides, and her touch deepened into the contours of Bianca's body. It felt wrong that she should be enjoying this, but she couldn't deny that the sensation was almost...pleasant.

At last, Bianca slipped Misa's bra off, and she blushed harder feeling her breasts fall free. "S-Sorry, ah...didn't realize ya wanted..." she stammered, her gaze flitting around nervously as though she was afraid to make eye contact. But as Bianca invited her to squeeze her ass, Misa stopped, and she at last looked back at her.

"Ya...ya want me to?" she replied. "Well...ah can try..." Biting her lip, Misa sunk her fingers against the softness of Bianca's cheeks. It felt nice, she had to admit - enough to calm her racing heartbeat for half a second. She just hoped it'd be enough to appease Bianca.

[TheSuitedOwl]

If Bianca wasn't already so sexually charged then her heart would have swelled with excitement. As she watched Misa's chest bounce free and fingers dig into her ass checks. "Your always free to touch Misa but it sounds more like you want me to do more to you than the other way around." Bianca replied in reference to Misa's purring. Which she found particularly endearing like a cat who finally found some much needed attention.

"Of course I'm not opposed. Relieving you of some of that tension would be the highlight of the night. Wouldn't you agree?" Bianca continued. While her hands slowly ran down the sides of Misa's body and ended with her tugging on her black lacy panties. Though with how Misa was currently seated the horny stagehand wouldn't be able to take them without ripping them off. "Think about it, it's not a bad deal. We get to cut the game short and just skip to fun stuff. And its not like you have any chance of winning against me. I'm practically the winner already, one more and I get to call that gorgeous body of yours mine. So why even bother? Just submit yourself to me and lets call it a day."

[CaptainL]

A few words stammered out of Misa's mouth as the ring announcer chuckled nervously, her gaze shifting around her. "Ah...ah do..? H-Heh..." Misa didn't want to admit it; the feelings were so shameful to her. But she couldn't deny that Bianca was on to something. It embarrassed her that she would even think such things about what had been an indignity in every regard, but there was something in how Bianca treated her that she craved more of. Did she secretly...like this? Or was that just something she told herself to make it less awkward? When Misa tightened her grip further around Bianca's ass to give it another squeeze, was that truly because she wanted to appease her in case the stagehand would punish her for disobedience...or because she did, in fact, want to?

She gulped as she felt Bianca's fingers brush alongside her body, shivering in the wake of her touch. Misa fumbled around for the right words to respond, her mouth moving faster than her brain was. "I, ah, um..." she stammered, letting out a soft yelp as Bianca tugged at her panties but not altogether resisting. By the time Bianca finished her statement, however, Misa had other thoughts. It was then she knew how she would respond.

This evening had been a rollercoaster, in all regards. She had experienced things she never thought she'd be dealing with on the job, and she was left with the task of navigating how she felt about them - when even she wasn't sure how. But there was still one thing nagging in the back of her mind, and that was that she really should have been home by now. Misa had to accept that she had a life, and she had other responsibilities. She had to take herself seriously in accepting her new position at LAW, and - as tempting as it was - she couldn't let this get in her way.

"A-Actually..." Misa said, blushing harder at the mention of her body being gorgeous all the same, "There's...still one more shot, right?" She knew that her chances weren't good ones, but Misa still had some chance of escaping, however slight. As long as she did, she couldn't give in. There was always hope. "Ah...do have ta ask what ya were gonna do next..."

[TheSuitedOwl]

While Misa was left getting her thoughts in order and weighing the pros and cons of Bianca's proposal. Bianca would spend much of her time taking in the beauty of Misa's curves and form. As her eagerness to simply rip the announcer's panties and start making love to her grew. Which by the look of thinks seemed more like an inevitability than a option. Hell just the way Misa responded to her proposal told her that but like a punch to the gut Bianca would be taken by surprise and hear Misa declined her!

"What? You want to keep going?" Bianca question. As her lip slightly twitched to the side of her face become rather stern once Misa showed she still thought she could win. The nerve of this women. "You have as much of shot of winning. As I do becoming CEO of LAW but if you want go down fighting then I'm happy to oblige." Bianca answered. As she moved one of her hand to cup Misa's chin and looked into her pretty eyes.

While she asked what Bianca would have done to her next if she hadn't decline. "And what ruin its appeal? No, you deserve the joy of not knowing but I'll tell you what I plan to do once I win the game..." Bianca answered. Before she would throw herself forward and give Misa one of their most passionate and lust filled kisses in awhile. Then after a several moments Bianca would finally pull away with a string of saliva still connecting the two as she finished her sentence. "Punish you."

After which she would give Misa's panties one last playful tug. Before picking up the glow stick Bianca would toss it back into the pool but rather than looking to see where it fell. She would focus on Misa's face almost as if daring her to go after it.

[CaptainL]

Even after the words had left her mouth, Misa bit her lip anxiously, glancing off into the distance as though trying to avoid eye contact with her captor. She felt guilty about it. Why, she asked herself, was she letting this continue? She could just hand control over to Bianca and be done with the whole ordeal. It wouldn't be her proudest moment, but at least it would be over. Yet, the thought of that was out of the question. Misa was desperate to hold onto her dignity, even though the majority of that had already been stripped away. Either that, or some part of her, some part she denied even to herself, liked playing hard-to-get. The fact that possibility even existed was something that scared Misa.

She regretted it almost a moment later, as the cold tone of Bianca's words reached her ears. As the stagehand reached out and grabbed her chin, turning her around to face her eye to eye, Misa gulped. Bianca's steely gaze would meet her wide eyes, her lip quivering. She knew as much as Bianca did that her chances were slim at best, and the woman's words weren't making her feel any better about the odds. But still, she nodded ever so slightly, whimpering her response in a soft voice. "Y-Yes, ma'am..."

The next thing she knew, Bianca leaned in and kissed her. Misa was pondering what she'd said about her plans, and how the uncertainty was almost worse than knowing; the potential of whatever torments might away the former idol were eating at the back of her mind. But those thoughts were quickly drowned out by the haze of emotion as she let herself lean into Bianca's kiss. The warmth and the closeness of it felt good. She let out a long exhale mixing with Bianca's own breath, and when the two finally broke apart, Misa's face was bright red, her eyes glazed over and her tongue dangling out of her mouth. "A-Ahh..." Even when Bianca vowed to punish Misa, it didn't seem to cross her mind.

What began to bring her back to reality was when she felt Bianca pull up on her panties. Misa blinked a few times, looking around her, before Bianca dropped the glow stick back into the water. Yet this time it was different. This time, Bianca stayed there, her eyes locked onto Misa. For a while, the announcer sat there in silence, only hearing her heart pounding faster in her chest. What was this about? Was she waiting on her? Did she have something planned? Misa had so many questions she could ask, but she was too afraid to voice any of them.

The longer this went on, though, the more she realized she was wasting time - even if Bianca didn't seem to be taking advantage of the head start, almost as though she was waiting on her. But sooner or later, Misa would need to make a move. Gulping, she threw herself down into the water, going for the glow stick once again.