Inside a rather luxurious hotel room, Yuto was sitting on the edge of the large bed while checking on his phone. It was about time. Booking a session wrestler wasn't something he normally do, but his agent recommended him to try it for a change of pace while still getting some exercise done. He wasn't too sure about it at first, but decided to go for it in the end. The only issue about the whole thing was his agent kept the identity of the woman he's booking a secret, saying it'd be a pleasant surprise for him. Knowing his agent, Yuto felt a little uneasy about it, but there's nothing much he could do at this point. At worst, it might not be too different than having a match in the league, or so he thought.
He was wearing his usual three quarter pants, while having a white shirt with unbuttoned buttons covering his upper half for now. Glancing around the room, he was actually quite impressed with it. The large bed seemed like it'd be nice to tussle around on, and there's also a large sofa not too far away from it. The floor was covered with soft carpets which made it possible to wrestle on it as well, and the room was quite spacious with only a few furniture around. It's almost no different that the room used by the league for a bed wrestling match and the likes.
Any moment now, the wrestler that he booked would arrive, and he had to say he's getting a little nervous yet excited waiting for her.
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Another day, another dollar from a guy who wanted to get his rocks off.
At least this one had an agent, meaning Safiya Ashour felt a little less apprehensive that she would want to send him to the hospital before the end of their arrangement. Perhaps LAW's connections wound find her serving a higher-class clientele. She moved with a purpose down the hotel hallway in what amounted to business casual between her jacket, slacks, and heels. People asked fewer questions when she looked like a woman who had booked her room for a business trip, and she had learned the act of deflecting attention from her and from her clients years ago.
She raised her briefcase to look down at the watch on her arm, finding that she had arrived on time. 124, 126, 128. Sayifa stopped before the door, knocked, paused no more than two seconds, and opened the door. If he had told her the wrong room number, that was his problem with whoever owned this room.
But as Safiya entered, she did find a solitary man waiting on the bed. Young, reasonably handsome. She couldn't tell much about his body as she scrutinized him. She also didn't particularly care about his body beyond his attire. "Hi. Yuto, correct?", she asked, not one ounce of new meeting jitters weaving into her lispy Egyptian accent. She had met strange, new people a thousand times and would meet a thousand more with the same indifferent professionalism. "Your agent did tell you light clothing, didn't he? Those clothes will scratch too much." If he hadn't, she would do what she had done before...make him wear a pair of her underwear. That she would then throw in the trash.
As she marched through the room, moving past him towards the bathroom, Safiya took a glance over the furniture in search of a potential problem...a camera. "Did you set up any cameras to record and post this online?", she asked back at him over her shoulder with mild accusation, as she stopped at the bathroom door.
Yuto raised his head and saw the woman who entered the room as he heard the sound of the opened door. He skipped a beat for a moment, in awe of her beauty. Was she really just a session wrestler? She looked more like a model if he had to guess, but none of it really mattered. She could be doing this as a side job, or a hobby. The boy rose up from the bed, and noticed that just like most women he met in the wrestling business, she's taller than him.
"H-hi, that's correct... I'm Yuto, and you must be... Neith-san?" he gave her a nervous smile.
Her mannerism was pretty professional, if not a little cold. Yuto did hope he'd meet someone more friendly, but in a way, this woman kinda reminded him of his mistress.
"Ah, well, I just need to take these off..." he said before removing his shirt, then paused when he heard what she said afterwards. "W-wha...? Of course not...!" Yuto waved his hand. "I only brought my clothes with me here... besides, why would I embarrass myself by doing that? I'm not really skilled or anything you see..." he smiled wryly at the admission.
As he then took off his pants as well to reveal a dark blue boxer underneath it, the boy kinda wondered if he should have actually recorded this session... for reference material, but he quickly dismissed the thought.
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Safiya nodded in acknowledgement of her name, not bothering to explain that she was not Neith yet. Only once she had suitably dressed herself did she feel like she could truly let go as the goddess. She also wondered who he possibly thought she could be otherwise, but she supposed she had encountered stranger matters than a random woman walking into a hotel room where she didn't belong. Then again...couldn't he merely tell by looking at her? She would take that small oversight out on him later while they wrestled, and she would enjoy reminding him of it.
Fortunately, he did not need to borrow her underwear. As he started pulling his clothes free while Safiya walked past, and she noted that he seemed a little more in shape than most of her clients. A lot more in shape than most, she should say. Given the proximity to LAW, she wondered if he didn't wrestle himself, which gave her a moment's pause of concern. Having a man who could fight back better than most might prove a problem...but his declaration that he might "embarrass" himself partly removed that same concern. He had more modesty than most, too, if he didn't want to record his destruction, and she tilted her head with a shrug. "You would not be the first," she answered, simply. "After I dress, we start."
With that, she disappeared into the bathroom, shut, and locked the door to prevent peeking, as always. In the illumination of the soft light before the bathroom mirror, she peeled free from her jacket, the tight shirt beneath, and the pants, revealing the bodystocking she wore already covering her body. After folding her clothes in what must have been record time even for her, Safiya plucked her gold one-piece from her bag, laden in its traditional Egyptian designs, and slipped into it. Already, her movements changed. Her attitude. Subtly, at first, as she pressed the material down over her figure until it felt snug and secure, but once she sighed and turned to rejoin him in the room, she felt more goddess than woman.
For all she treated this like a job, Neith felt every moment she became that goddess. It was the only reason she became so successful.
Gently, Neith crossed one foot before the other as she emerged, propping her frame seductively in the door. Both of her blue eyes settled intensely on Yuto. "Now...do you truly think you're ready?"
"Alright," Yuto nodded and watched as Neith went to the bathroom to get dressed, sneaking a peek at her swaying hips briefly.
What she sad earlier made him sighed with a dry smile on his face. Considering countless people had watched him getting destroyed in the ring many times, there were probably videos of his matches posted online already. Even this session was published, it wouldn't be too different that what he normally did.
A moment passed and he saw the session wrestler came back from the bathroom, dressed in an outfit that made her looked divine. Calling her a goddess wouldn't be an understatement, really. Yuto briefly scanned her from tip to toe and gave her a nervous smile.
"Yeah... I think I'm ready... My agent told me the fight condition was already being discussed with you? The session goes on until one of us can't continue, and for every tap out there will be short penalty or worship sessions..." he recited the message he read on his phone while waiting for her earlier. "Do you want to start on the bed or the floor?"
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Neith enjoyed the scanning gaze. The nervous smile. Feeling like a goddess only became more intense when others looked on her like one. Neith drank in the visual worship that made her chosen career so much more pleasurable. When the client did not seem so problematic, like this one, she truly felt like she could let herself go and truly enjoy the time together and the domination that she had come to savor. She remained steady in her pose, merely watching him, as he slowly delivered his answer. He thought he was ready. They all thought that to be true.
She listened, tapping a foot like a lioness ready to play with a fresh hunt, as he recited the list of rules. "That's right. Every time you tap," Neith paused, holding that emphasis, as she started slowly moving across the room towards him, sensuality in every step. Intimidating satisfied her, as well. "You worship me. And once I've exhausted you, our time comes to an end." By the point she finished, Neith had reached the bed, and she turned to sit on it with one leg crossed over the other.
When he asked where they would start, Neith only patted the mattress, internally churning with excitement to begin despite her outward seductiveness.
Yuto gulped as he watched how Neith moved towards him in such an alluring way, while making a confident claim that he'd be the only one on the receiving end in this session. Well, he wouldn't be surprised if that's the case, but the boy still tried to be a little defiant.
"Well... we'll see about that..." he smiled wryly, his eyes remained fixated on her movement until she sat on the bed and patted the spot next to her invitingly. "The bed it is."
Yuto moved towards the bed and climbed onto it, before setting himself up on his knees, his arms raised up for a grappling stance. The woman was taller than him, but he wanted to gauge her physical strength regardless. The point of this session was to have some fun, even if the word fun had different meanings for both of them.
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Neith imagined she did not need to see. He had already admitted that he held no interest in embarrassing himself with a recording. Given she considered herself one of the finest wrestlers in this style, whether amateur or professional, she imagined that if he had a small enough ego to be self-deprecating, she should have her way with him. Of course, she did not tell him of her measurement because clients always proved more fun when they believed they had a chance. They pushed more of her required buttons for satisfaction.
He crawled onto the bed, and Neith only watched with an intense gaze as he rose to his knees and lifted his arms in a grappling position. Her movements still slow as if to conceal the demon about to be unleashed, she pushed herself further up the mattress and turned to match him. Like many of the men who enjoyed this particular brand of sexual practice, his figure made him smaller than her. Some of those same men had complexes, but perhaps he would prove one of the better ones rather than a problem.
She looked at him with all the intent of a seductress before she leaned in closer and lifted her arms to grapple, hands to shoulders. Once her hands gripped at his traps and she felt his on her shoulders through the bodystocking, she started pushing...only with half of her strength at first to get a test as to how much she needed to exert.
With them lining up in front of each other for a lockup, Yuto was getting a little nervous. She was beautiful, and had a demeanor that made her quite intimidating, something that had became some sort of a weakness for him after all the experience he went through in this business. He began to push her and felt that she's doing the same.
Unlike Neith, Yuto was giving more than half of his strength, and it seemed like he's struggling to keep up with her a bit. Apart from the session wrestler being bigger than him, the boy wasn't really used to bed wrestling, which made him having a little issue maintaining his balance on a surface that wasn't exactly solid. He began to put more strength to try pushing her back, which also making his body leaning towards her, getting them even closer little by little.
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Neith could feel him wobbling, but he did have some strength to him. Clearly, those muscles did not merely serve for show, like they did on a few of the other fit men who had tried to "genuinely" wrestle her. His power did him no benefits against the goddess. She had performed atop every sort of mattress so many times that she could likely balance a glass of wine atop her head while walking on a waterbed, but at least he might a chance to put up a delicious fight against her. She continued with her steady shoving, looking from under her lashes into his face.
After several seconds, and once Yuto increased his intensity and started to lean in towards her, the goddess dug her fingers more tightly into his shoulders and gave him a single, powerful shove to throw him off-balance. After, Neith lunged, trying to snag his head in a side headlock, push his cheek against the side of her chest, and take him down to the mattress with the weight of her chest resting on his face.
