Stuck in the Middle with You - Blake vs Xiomara

[3ho]

Escape Room Match
Contestants are locked inside a small room (1m x 1m x 2.8m) and must escape with the opponent still inside.
A key dangles overhead in the room to unlock and relock the door that slowly lowers on a timer eventually reaching the floor.

Out of all the potential ideas for matches, this had to be the most insulting. Blake had a theory about management disliking her before but this might have transitioned into a fact of life for her considering her one little comment to management about wanting a match without spectators.

A member of the staff lead her down a hallway and ushered her into what had to be the smallest room. She had ever seen even with it being entirely vacant. There were closets larger than this and the uncomfortable part of this was that Blake had to share this space with her opponent in some apparently improvised match idea.

It was completely unfair that she now had to do something like this. Just imaging another girl this close was already bothering her and the act of her character was hard to keep up as she crossed her arms, face already flushed. She was huffing, still fresh off of complaining to management about not wanting to do that match. Obviously that didn't work because she'd rather be anywhere but here.

Spoiler

Dressed in her usual attire for a match, she already felt hot from the very idea of potential embarrassment here. She glanced up at the key, nestled in slot waiting for the start of the match. Apparently they didn't want any cheaters to grab the key quick, not that she could because she was being filmed from all angles with mounted cameras above but still. She'd rather be disqualified now than have to put up with this!

[Bare]

Xiomara stretched her arms above her head with a easy smile while trailing behind the staff member that escorted her to the speacial setting of her match. When informed about what she was taking part in Xiomara admittedly was a bit skeptical. After all it was a weird setting, and admittedly it would feel weird without a crowd, especially since she wouldn’t be able to humilate her opponet as effectively without them.

However the more the Monagasque princess thought about it, the more the idea appealed to her. After all, she was smaller, which granted her an innate advantage. Plus such close proximity would give her... ample oppurtunity for some fun with her opponet’s body. In addition she was sure she could figure out a way to make use of the room to put her opponet through the ringer.

Most tempting of all however was the winning condition. Because it wasn’t something that could be stopped officially by any menns, Xiomara could in theory do whatever she wanted for however long she wanted. And it wouldn’t end till she allowed it too. ”Mhmmm hell yes.” She said to herself with a shiver of excitement as they finally reached the roomg. Smiling she would walk forward to the door as it was opened for her.

Wearing her normal black and grey singlet as well as her normal boots, Xiomara had... one other addition to her attire. Namely, the silver whip prop she brought with her to most matches.

Spoiler

Rather than carrying it like normal it was wrapped around her waist like some type of belt. Under normal circumstances Xiomara wouldn’t be allowed to legally use the prop weapon in any matches, this one included.

But. The lack of a referee in visible range was a.. glaring oversight, an simple staff members couldn’t be expected to maintain the same level of scrutiny. That and despite not being able to accompany Xiomara to this match, Xiomara’s mentor and manager Chihara had at keast pulled some strings and shelled some money out to insure that Xiomara’s new ‘belt’ was allowed to go in with her.

Strutting into the room, door closing behind her she eyed her opponet’s form and of course noted tbe blush on her face. “Kufufu, aw are you already nervous about being in here with little ol me?” Xiomara asked in a husky voice, stepping up to Blake, closing the small distance between the two and pressing herself against Blake’s body while looking up into the taller woman’s eyes. Despite the size difference it was clear there was no sign of worry or fear in Xiomara’s eyes as she licked her lips.

[3ho]

If Blake had been uncomfortable before, then there wasn't really an accurate measure for how troubled she was when her opponent walked in and the door closed behind her. Two people in a closet conjured up images of her teenage years when underage drinking parties were cool. She had tried to avoid those but part of her liked the rebel feeling she had in her. Plus she had a few friends that practically dragged her along. Games of spin the bottle were a hot activity but sometimes that escalated to truth or dare. She wasn't very interested in being truthful but that feeling was a trap that got her stuck having to go play Seven Minutes in a closet so much like this one with that confident girl in that mesh top...

Those kinds of images, images that were very distracting and intensified as Xiomara pressed her. D-did she just lick her lips? Blake was prepared to back up but she was already pressed against the wall as it were. Trapped, she was already wavering mentally without even realizing that the match was live and started the moment that door closed. "I'm not nervous!" She spat becoming frustrated as she turned her gaze away, her cheeks betraying that slight color of embarrassment.

[Bare]

Xiomara smirked as she sge watched the girl’s reaction to her words like a hawk analyzing ite prey. She could tell, just tell that this girl wasn’t used to such... intimacy and had absolutely no idea what to do with herself here as a result. The light blush on tne girl’s face, her far off look, and inability to meet her eyes all but confirmed these suspicions of Xiomara’s, deductions honed from years of physically and mentally tormenting her peers back in ber youth.

‘Good. I can use this.’ She thought to herself eagerly. The close quarters they were in admottedly limited Xiomara’s normal arsenal quite a bit. So she would have to adapt. And getting the girl before her to quiver and melt without actually hitting her was a great way to start. ”Aw you don’t have to worry baby.” She said in a faux sweet tone, one hand leaning up gently grabbing Blake’s chin and forcing her to look at her.

“You just want out don’t you?” She cooed in a breathy whisper with a confident smirk on her face. “Tell you what. I’ll step out of here myself, so that way we can both go about our nights.” Xiomara said while slowly leaning up to Blake. “In exchange though, I ask for one, really good kiss.” She said while actively repressing the sadistic smirk that she knew wanted to spread across her face as she waited to see how the girl reacted to Xiomara’s seduction attempt. If the girl actually fell for it or not didn’t matter, Xiomara had a plan either way. But for now it was time for some shits and giggles at Blake’s expense.

[3ho]

Blake froze as she felt her chin cupped and her attention forced back to her almost alluring opponent. The confidence Xiomara had in her control made Blake's knees a bit weak, feeling like this was high school all over again. She tried to back up further again, only pushing herself against the wall. She absolutely bluescreened in situations like this, not really sure what she wanted to feel in a moment like this. Attraction, for sure, was the most pressing feeling as that confidence in another girl to just do what she wanted yet signaling that she wanted Blake was heavy. Naturally, Blake gasped at the proposition of just a kiss to spare her from the match made for an appealing offer. Throwing the match away just for a kiss made her feel, not going to lie, special.

It was too good to be true. Blake couldn't hide her cheeks growing any more red as she stammered, biting her bottom lip. It was just the two of them... Wait. It wasn't. Blake's eyes darted up to the key as realization set in. This wasn't their moment but some TV show. That was a frustrating reality and Blake shook her head, prying her chin away from the other's hold. "B-back off!" She heaved, giving a softer push into Xiomara's stomach. Somehow her hands had already crept up to the other's waist, an instinct Blake hadn't acknowledged.

[Bare]

The sadisticness in Xiomara’s smile crept out just a bit as she watched the girl in front of her squirm oh so deliciously. Yeah if it wasn’t obvious before it was DEFINITELY confirmed now that this girl could’t handle affection for the tbe life of her. That just meant she’d have oh so much fun making life hell for her for however long this ‘match’ went on. Starting off with her seduction attempt Xiomara mentally patted herself on the back for how well of a performance she was putting on arguably one of her best. Not only was this girl blushing like a firestorm, but judging by the hands creeping down to her waist she could tell that Blake wanted her desperately.

But it appeared that her opponet had some degree of sense cause just when it looked like she was about to take the ‘deal’ she reisted and pushed Xio away. But not with any real force. Shrugging Xiomara’s sadistic smirk returned full force. ”Hard way it is than.” She said casually before suddenly and explosively throwing her fist forward to punch Blake right in the mouth. If it landed succesfully than her other hand would go down to around her waist pulling her whip prop out from its ‘hiding’ place.

“Or should I say the fun way!” Xiomara yelled gleefully pulling the prop up and wrapping it around the girl’s neck, trying to use it to force Blake to turn around so that the sadistic monagasque princess could press the dark haired girl face first into the wall with Xio’s own body pressing into the taller girl’s from behind. “Not only will I take that kiss, but I’ll take so much more as well...” She said darkly in a husky whisper right into Blake’s ear before biting down on the girl’s ear lobe as emphasis.