Step One: Send out the feelers for a sparring match.
Wendy knew the game and knew LAW’s reputation on top of it. The industry was rife with stories of young, sweet things who’d signed up with stars in their eyes, only to get demolished by some crazy, sadistic bitch in a sparring match and get sent home soaked in their own juices. Wendy liked those stories, too, and she planned on being in a few of them before her time with the company was through…but only a fucker, not the fucked. So with that in mind, she figured a good way to set the right pace would be to turn the tables on one of these gym hunters. Lure them in, take them by surprise, mess them up, then take pictures of their wrecked, battered, knocked out body and send them out all across social media.
Step Two: Reel someone in. Preferably someone important.
As much as Wendy loved beating down the tiny, weakling girls, she knew that wouldn’t be enough to get the word flowing. She would be here for a while, she would have plenty of time to sink her teeth into appetizers. No, she wanted to start off with the main course, something hot and juicy, so her request for a match made sure to specify experience. She wanted a big name. A known name.
She lucked up and got two. Though, maybe, ‘luck’ wasn’t the right word for it.
”Nha and Sha. Hm.”
Wendy found herself in the gym, leaning up against the sparring ring, a water bottle in one hand and her cell phone in the other. She had come dressed to train, decked out in tight, blue shorts and a match sports bra, clinging tight to her fulsome form. They were her favorite facesitting and breast smothering attire - well, aside from her ring attire, but she didn’t like to bust that out in public too much. Japan could be so prudish.
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But that was only if she engaged them one-on-one. If she took them on together, she would be fucked. A rather literal fucking, too, if these matches were anything to go by. And while she didn’t hate the idea of rubbing skin with either of them, she wanted to do so on her terms. That just wouldn’t happen if this was a threesome.
The smart thing to do would be to leave, call it quits, and maybe get the jump on them later. The stupid thing to do would be to stay and let it happen. She was of a mind to do just that a couple of days ago, and had even started to send out the texts, when a better idea occurred to her.
Step three: Divide and conquer.
Instead of calling off the spar, Wendy made a quick called to a man named Hiro Takagi. Hiro, as it so happened, was one of the security guards at LAW headquarters. Not too high up on the food chain, but far enough that his word carried some weight. He also had a thing for nice, round butts, a fact that she’d sussed out from all the times she’d caught him glancing her way when she had come over for contract negotiations. Nothing wrong with that, of course, and it made sense. After all, if you liked being around sexy, scantily clad women, this was the premiere place to be.
So she’d cornered Hiro one day, after she had come over to get her locker arrangements settled. They’d struck a conversation up, she’d dropped some flirtatious hints that the two of them might get some personal ring time later, and just like that she’d made a fun little friend. One that she could call up for the occasional favor. Nothing too serious.
Say, oh, something like coming up with a bullshit pretense to have Sha detained over possession of drug paraphernalia. Call it a surprise test? Sure.
It would be a flimsy pretext when the Ancestors of Isis showed up, and it would only delay Sha half an hour, at most. But that was fine. All Wendy wanted was to hold her back, banking that Nha would come on over and start the festivities up without. She was dealing with an innocent sweet, newbie, after all, it wasn’t like she would need help to take her out, and they could both have their fun when Sha caught up.
She was willing to bet that was how Nha expected this to go. In truth, she’d be a sweaty, wrecked, aching mess by the time her sister showed up, and Wendy had every intention of laying the bigger one out from behind when she came rushing to her aid. Boom, just like that, two of the bigger LAW names would be taken down in one swoop. It wouldn’t be easy, and there’d be hell to pay if she messed it up. But that was part of the fun. The risk added some spice.
With everything in place, all Wendy had to do now was wait, passing the time by watching the sisters dismantle some giant woman. She had to admit, she was becoming a fast fan, and she might be watching this a little more in her private time. Loving their style and the way they went to work.
For their sake, she hoped they didn’t mind being on the receiving end, too.
