She was young, in high school, and she’d been called to the principal’s office for…something. Couldn't remember, didn’t matter. The point was, she was in there with her parents, and the principal was there, and they were laying into her for whatever and giving her all this crap, and she was stark naked the whole time. And they didn’t seem to notice, which made the whole thing even more embarrassing.
That was only a little worse than the current situation Betsy found herself in. A little.
She and Troy sat in the office of one Aika Sumeragi, better known as Agent Aika, side by side in front of her desk. Betsy wasn’t too familiar with her history, but according to Troy, she was an up-and-coming manager with some history in the business. They’d hired her a couple of days prior, when it was made readily apparent that they needed some help with their contract negotiations. That was made achingly clear when Betsy was presented with her next matchup - a hentai match against none other than the Powerderbuff, Gisele Leblance.
Just having a hentai match at all would’ve been a problem for the couple, but having it with that woman was a landmine waiting to be stepped on. After Betsy’s last, sexually charged match with her, she and Troy had been going at it with differing intensities for the whole week, and while things had simmered to a cease fire, the conflict wasn’t called off. They were just at a par, trying to figure out what they could do.
That was why they hired Aika, hoping she could work her way out of them, and she’d even had the decency to invite her out to her apartment so they could speak firsthand. They’d gone over the situation, and now the wrestling vet was in an adjacent room, hashing some things out while they waited in tepid silence.
Betsy hated silence, tepid or otherwise, and she was just about to break it when Aika came bursting back into the room. ”Good news, good news.” She strode back towards them with her phone in one hand and a notepad in the other and sat back down at her desk. ”I don’t like to think of myself as a miracle worker, but I might’ve pulled off a small one.”
Aika
”Aaaaaah, no.” Aika shook her head with a slight shrug. ”If you’d come to me earlier, I could’ve swung that. But the wheels have turned, dates are set, plans are made. They can’t cancel scot free. But!” She raised a finger and looked between them. "I was able to get you options. Options are better than ultimatums.”
That took some of the wind out of her sails, and she could see it in Troy’s eyes. After a few, awkward moments, he nodded towards Aika. ”Well…let’s hear it.”
She picked the pad up and brought her glasses up along with it, then leaned back and started in. ”Right. So.” Aika revved herself up with a deep breath. ”You two are under contract for hentai matches, and LAW reserves the right to bring you in for them, should occasions arise.”
Betsy scratched her head at that one. ”Occasions like…”
”Occasions like your match with Gisele drawing in huge ratings. People like seeing two hot, young blonde women grinding on each other, who knew? Seems redundant with the internet, but hey - I don't judge.”
That one took Betsy by surprise at first, but then, maybe it shouldn’t have. It was sure as hell hot when they were in the ring, Betsy shouldn’t have been surprised to find the rest of the world found it the same way. It explained why they were so quick to push them to a rematch.
”But I managed to talk them down from a regular hentai match into something a little more…”’ Aika waved her hand around as she searched for the right word. ”Manageable for a first timer. I can go into the nitty gritty details later, but the general gist? One camera, no referee. Private bedroom match. Space to fight whatnot, and the match will still count towards your records, but it’ll be more of a private affair. How does that sound?”
Betsy was easing up as Aika spoke up, liking the way she described it. That didn’t seem too bad. Something nice and easy, with a woman she knew wouldn’t be dangerous. It was a match she could get behind, but when she looked Troy’s way, his face was unreadable, still locked in contemplation. ”You said options. What else?”
Aika soured at that, but spat it out, anyway. ”A fine. $3,000, give or take. It would’ve been higher, but I managed to talk them down.”
Betsy blanched at that, sitting up so fast that her hair whipped back. She didn’t even want to think about what Aika talked them down from. They could afford that, but it was a far bigger dip into their savings than she wanted to go, especially at this point in their careers. Still, she wasn’t seeing too many options. ”$3,000.” She said the word out loud, as if she needed the extra confirmation. ”That’s…hefty. But if-”
”You should do the match.”
She and Aika both stared Troy’s way, not sure what to make at first. He’d sat up straight and regained his poise. Not angry, not steaming. These were calm words he spoke out, the way he talked whenever he’d thought something through with some hard contemplation. It took Betsy a moment to speak up, and she reached over to grip his hand as she did. ”Look, babe, if you’re not comfortable-”
”It’s not about what I’m comfortable with.” He looked her way and made eye contact. There was a sternness to his words, but only enough to drive the points home. ”Look. I trust you. Our marriage wouldn’t work if I didn’t. And I want you to be happy, first priority. It’s not like we’re separating, it’s not like this is a divorce or anything. We can try this, we can be…open, for lack of a better word. We can give that a shot. And I think Gisele is a good person for you to try it out with.” He patted the top of her hand. ”Just know that, whatever happens, I’ll be waiting for you when you come out of that room. We’ll still be together. Nothing will change.”
It was only a few words, hardly a speech for the ages, but Betsy could almost feel the real, physical weight flying off her shoulders. The two shared a long, knowing nod, before she turned back to Aika. ”Okay.” She exhaled. ”Make it happen.”
***
Match Type
Hentai Submission Bedroom Match
Victory Conditions
Submission can only be achieved through sexual moves. No time limit, no disqualification.
***
Betsy entered the special match room with her gray, stepped across the plush, red carpet with her stockings and took a long look at the setting this was all taking place in. It looked like something from a porn set with a producer who had money to burn. It was large, for one thing, with an open space in the middle with enough room for them to do just about any move they could’ve hoped for, but it was surrounded by all sorts of fun add-ons. There was a dresser that came up to her waist, and she could only guess what was inside there. One of those big, wooden X-crosses that she’d seen dominatrixes use when they were going crazy on their subs. A plush leather sofa with more than enough room for two, battling blondes. A rich, shag carpet that felt like heaven underneath her feet.
The crown jewel, though, had to be the giant bed on the far side of the room. Red satin sheets, an abundance of pillows, and it was larger than even a queen-size bed…more than enough space for them to fight and wrestle and…
Yeah.
”No pressure, no pressure, no pressure…” Betsy rolled her shoulder, closed the door behind her, and made her way over to the sofa, where she plopped down with a short hop. She was here. She was doing this. Now, all she needed was her dance partner.
