Just Relax... [Sophia Wolfe & Florence Timmons]

[thesteedman]

It had been an intense day to be certain, one full of workouts and agonising training regimes. Sophia’s form had been tested to its near limits today, with the scarred but alluring German hitting the weights hard, whilst also pushing her body with hard swimming exercises and prolonged workouts. With Katherine Hart away for a few nights on a mini tour, Sophia looked to pass some good time and make sure her body was still at its peak. With Kat knowing her pretty well by now, she had texted her some time ago, mentioning that she had booked her in for a deep massage session to work out any kinks or knots of tension she no doubt would have developed in Kat’s absence.

Normally Sophia would have scoffed at the notion, but Asp taught her that a good massage was not just for easing the body, but the soul too. Now Sophia had been ruined, and it was hard to say no to the notion, especially as it was a gift from her lover. When the last workout had been finished, Sophia had hit the shower room, cleansing herself of the day’s sins as it were. Drying herself off and donning fresh clothing, Sophia would leave the shower rooms, giving some brief passing greetings to other wrestlers in the LAW who had been sharing the gym time. Clad in a purple and black designed sports bra, and form fitting gym pants that clung to her alluring and well-tuned form, Sophia was a marvel of a woman. Though her angelic face was marred by the deep scar that ran down from the side of her temple down to her cheek over the half closed eye, it did not detract from her beauty, but added an exotic and mysterious appeal.

Given her workout was over, Sophia was clad in sneakers, and had a rucksack slung over her shoulder. Her shoulders, arms, shins and her intoxicating midriff were left bare. Her platinum blonde hair was loose, reaching to her shoulders and still slightly damp from the long shower. Sophia made her way towards where the massage room that had been booked for her, checking over the details on her mobile phone whilst sending a few loving texts to Katherine Hart. Sophia was unfamiliar with this part of the gym, knowing some of the rooms were for mat wrestling, spars and other kinds of sessions befitting the other part of LAW Sophia tried to keep out of her mind. Passing through a corridor, it slowly became more eerie and quiet, with rooms lining the length of the corridor. Sophia would find the one she was looking for after a brief search, knocking lightly against the wooden surface.

There was no answer.

With a frown, Sophia tested the handle, finding the door to be unlocked. Stepping in, Sophia was surprised to find darkness dominated the inside. The door closed behind her, bringing Sophia into total darkness. Sighing out, Sophia searched for the doorhandle, looking to open it again and shed some light in… but it would not open.
“Really?...” Sophia sighed out, shaking her head as she tested the door again.
“I must be in the wrong place.” Sophia whispered under her breath. That was until she heard something move in the darkness.

[Crossedes]

Florence always liked to give her guests and clients the ol' sexily dramatic reveal. Her impatient phone browsing and crossed leg-bouncing ended when she heard the knock on the door, and she sent her phone skidding across the floor toward her bag. But she didn't say anything to invite in the knocker. Her client liked surprises judging by the session requests, and Flo liked to give people what they wanted... even if she got carried away sometimes. Already getting carried away from anticipation, she lay on the mats with her feet facing the door, trying to stifle an excited giggle.

The door opened, and enough light streamed in that she could see pretty platinum blond hair and fair skin. The light disappeared, leaving her in darkness with the woman. She heard her whispering, griping, and fidgeting with the door. ...Oops. Did she think she had the wrong room because Flo was staying silent? Come to think of it, that was a normal reaction to have. Time for the big reveal!

She hit the button on the remote she had been given, and soft light poured down from above. "Hey, you," she greeted, summoning all of her cutesy British charms. Beaming as Sophia turned, Flo fixed her with her best sultry look and revealed herself in her bikini, discarding the sheer pink beach cover-up that had been covering her body. One finger hooked to beckon Sophia closer. "I hear you're right and raring to go. Good thing! I am too." Doubly so considering Sophia had a body worth drinking in. Those abs even excited Flo, no slouch in that department herself.

...Once the spotlight moment passed, it did occur to Flo that this woman could have the wrong room. She tried to keep the charm going, but she should probably address that possibility. Her grin faltered. "That is, if you're Sophia. Don't worry about the door, love. It's a privacy thing, you know?"

Without her boots

[thesteedman]

There was a moment of significant pause from Sophia when the lights would slowly illuminate the room. It was low, ambient and easy on the eyes, leaving something of a slight pinkish hue. There was a sudden aroma to the room as the door closed behind Sophia and locked, the smells of incense and other fragrances. Below her feet, the ground was soft and matted, but in a luxurious fashion as opposed to the usual standard training mats. To the side was a bed, well made and massive in design, as ornaments were littered within the walls. Naturally they possessed cameras, and Sophia was instantly aware that this was one of the rooms used for Bedroom wrestling which had become a very popular commodity within the federation for... that side of wrestling.

Of course, the presence of most significance was the lady that was stationed within the centre of the room. Her hair was long, silver and vibrant in design, her eyes an unusual red yet piercing. She was donned in light make up to help compliment her beauty, though Sophia suspected she did not need it, possessing a natural look that possessed alure with or without make up. What alarmed the German was the attire this voluptuous woman possessed, or a lack there of in this instance. She was clad in little more than a crimson bra with white frills, matching thin arm bands around her biceps and a matching crimson thong. Her legs were left bare as well as her feet, remaining in place as she began to greet Sophia by name.

Always keeping up to date with the LAW and its roster, Sophia knew who this woman was... but she was greatly confused about the method of their meeting, especially since Florence Timmons was seemingly expecting her.
"I... uh... I believe there may have been some form of mistake." Sophia spoke, her unique accent dripping into each word, having a fusion of both English and German within her tone having spent many years in the UK.
"I am here for a supposed massage, though... I am beginning to suspect that this 'mistake' may have been deliberate if Katherine Hart was involved in booking it." Sophia spoke, with an stern element in her voice. She was quickly figuring out how this all came to be.

"I am sure you mean well, but I have been misled into this. If... you could just pass me the key, I can be out of here and we can both go about our day." Sophia spoke, with a visible blush upon her cheeks given the alluring nature of Flo's attire as she gazed upon the German beauty before her.

[Crossedes]

Trying to stay casually sexy while trying to follow Sophia's confusing explanation was... difficult. A confused stare didn't fit well with seduction. Flo could admit that her brain didn't solve puzzles all too easily, and less so when she didn't have all the pieces. A deliberate mistake? Katherine Hart? Misled? Flo knew the name Katherine Hart because who didn't if they had their eyes and ears open around this place, but she had no idea what she had to do with any of this. ...Come to think of it, Flo did wonder why the email chatting with her about this session had been cat-themed when Sophia had a wolf-themed name sitting right there. And here the session wrestler had thought Sophia bad at marketing.

But she didn't have the whole picture, and it didn't matter. Any good session wrestler did what she was asked to do and was paid to do based on the prior agreement. Dropping the sensual presentation, she climbed to her feet and stepped her way across the room to Sophia with coy, teasing steps and her hands clasped behind her back. She gave the woman another look-over and leaned in uncomfortably close, their faces inches apart. "Mmmm... is this part of the roleplay? Someone, who I thought was you..." She poked a fingernail into Sophia's chest. "-told me you would be playing coy and that I shouldn't listen."

She stuck out her tongue and leaned in that much more. "And if you want the key, it's on my person somewhere, and I'm not going to get it for you." By the way she shook her chest, Flo didn't think she was leaving Sophia with any question as to where she should search. She winked. "So... that in mind, are you ready, love? I got paid a lot, and I don't want to short you on any of it."

[thesteedman]

Sophia was becoming increasingly flustered by the turn of events. By now, her back was pressed against the wall... a sight to behold unto itself given Sophia Wolfe was amongst the most deadly wrestlers the LAW had to offer after she conquered the Full Metal Wrestling Federation before her signning here. It was becoming common knowledge that Sophia did all she could to isolate herself from the more erotic side of LAW, yet the poor wrestler had found herself subject to lewd tactics and styles of matches that put her on a terrible back foot. Since hooking up with Katherine Hart on a chance meeting, Super Kitty was looking to help her develop a defence against such tactics... which no doubt led to her latest lesson.

Sophia winced a little as the beauty before her took advantage of the spacing, stepping close so that she could gently trace a hand over her cleavage, poking at her flawless chest in a soft but playful manner, teasing her... sensing blood in the water. Sophia could tell Flo was not low in intellect. No doubt the woman had pieced together the situation the moment Sophia began stumbling with her words. The alluring platinum blonde German had been set up, but Flo was riding on it. The fact that she had already been paid spoke much, and put Sophia in a damning situation. This woman was not going to back down. Sophia had no place to go when Flo peered closer, their lips inches apart as she felt her bare stomach brush against her own.

"That's enough!" Sophia yelped out, her stoic demeanour virtually shattered by now, as a nervousness combined with panic set in. She quickly side stepped, pulling an awkward yet adorable expression as Flo's body slid against her own in the process, getting much more body contact in her movements than she would have desired. Her cheeks were a slight pink, as Sophia backed away from Flo, incidentally placing her away from the door.
"This... this isn't Roleplay. You know I am telling the truth... if you don't give me the key... I will take it from you, and I will defend myself!" Sophia spoke out, that usual cold and calculated former nature of hers was nowhere to be seen. Sophia looked like a deer in the headlights, confronted with a beautiful and scantily clad vixen before her.

Sophia was about to take a stance, looking to make good on her threats. She did not want to fight her, but Sophia was willing too if it came to that. Though the moment Flo made any form of move, Sophia backed away... which caused her to trip on the cover up Flo had discarded. Sophia yelped out as she fell back, clashing against the side of the bed to stop herself from falling completely... however, it did leave her suddenly open for Flo to take advantage!

[Crossedes]

Wow. She didn't strike Flo as the sort of woman to do much yelling, even for play, but she left the session wrestler blinking. She watched - and felt - the sculpted woman sliding away from her, scooting along the wall until she popped to freedom on the other side. Either she was an exceptionally good actress, better than most clients, or- frankly, Flo couldn't figure. Was her sex appeal too intimidating for the woman? Anyone with a body like Sophia's should not have been so intimidated, but then, Flo did pack a lot of heat.

But she couldn't figure out why she simultaneously said that she would take the key while also retreating. She could have just... stuck her hand down Flo's bikini top. Sufficiently confused, the British beauty gazed at her with some confusion and propped her hands on her lush hips. "Hey, I'm really not in this business to make all kinds of judgment calls. I just heard from you or someone speaking for you that you would be playing hard to get but wanted a fun time, and I promise..." Her eyes lidded, and the seduction poured back into her voice as she took a step forward. "...I can show you the best time, love. But if-"

Flo watched her trip over the cover-up and land halfway on the bed, and the session girl's smile only deepened. "I've been around the block enough times to know that old trick. 'Whoopsie, tripped and fell on the bed'!" Taking the convenient fall as a cue, Flo lunged at her, placing both hands against her tight abs to shove her onto her back on the bed before dropping her hips onto her midriff right around the belly button. She stretched her voluptuous body out so her own abs and breasts were emphasized, thinking she had this figured - Sophia really was just a great actress. 'Still, tell you what. You get the key out of my top, and you can get outta here whenever you want."

To make it clear that it would not be an easy task, Flo reached for her arms, looking to pin them onto the bed above Sophia's head. "Game on!"

[thesteedman]

Like a serpent, Florence struck without hesitation, sensing that opening when Sophia tripped. She made a jest about it even as she lunged, moving with a surprising speed and elegance. Sophia was still tangled with that blasted cover Florence had once been wearing, and by the time she had kicked it from her legs, she grunted as Florence used her body as a weapon, pressing up against her and bringing her hands to press against her bare stomach in a firm push. The result flung Sophia back, as she yelped out, bouncing on the overly soft bed the LAW supplied for their matches. It was hard to move the damn thing was so soft, but Florence seemed accustomed to these grounds.

Already, Florence pressed her bare thighs against Sophia's sides, having mounted over her hips. Sophia tried to rise, but Flo was already securing her catch, managing to grasp at both of her wrists before pinning her arms above her head. By now, her chest was pressed against Sophia's own, her bare stomach docking with the German's whilst her legs slid and entwined with hers. Sophia gasped out, her cheeks turning a cute shade of pink as her breath caught within her lungs, feeling the manner in which the scantily clad Flo began to slide and grind up against her, keeping her secure. Already she could feel Flo's feet pressing against one of her own, slipping off one of her sneakers before working on the other to try and leave Sophia bare foot like herself.

Sophia yelped out, writhing her form, trying to slip from below Flo. There was no point in reasoning with this woman any longer... she either did not understand or was simply playing a game of Kat's design with no care in the world for whatever response Sophia had in mind. If she wanted to get out... she would have to get that key. In a moment of determination, Sophia bit on her lower lip, using an element of surprise to slip one of her arms free, revealing that Sophia was far from a damsel in distress... she was a former Champion of the Full Metal Wrestling Federation, and a prospect for a Champion in the LAW! She would not allow a Hentai wrestler to get the better of her!

It was then she poised her hand, looking to dip it down against Flo's cleavage and retrieve her freedom... ..... ... ...

But that was as far as she got.

Her mind got the better of her as she noticed how Flo's large breasts jiggled, and the notion of slipping her hand between them only made her suddenly scared and nervous. That hesitation no doubt spelled her doom!

[Crossedes]

Flo whistled an awed whistle as she gazed down over her client. "You're a cutie." That pink on her cheeks. Flo did this sort of thing all the time - the rubbing, the flattening, the contact, the flirting - and seeing the way a client's face could light up never got tiring for the girl. Yeah, the pay was nice, had gotten Flo her big break, but she stuck around for the love of session wrestling. Didn't hurt to feel up hot bodies like Sophia's, either. Come to think of it, though, she had turned such a shade so quickly that maybe the woman hadn't fully understood what she or her representative had signed her up to do. Good thing Flo was an expert at putting people at ease, too.

With a lot of curves, notably. She let her full figure remain rooted on top of Sophia, planning to encourage the woman slowly but surely before she tried acting with too much wild enthusiasm. No one would have guessed it, but Flo could swing into a lower gear... for a few seconds at a time. First order? She helped push those uncomfortable shoes off of Sophia's feet. Talk about overdressed. "Let me figure you out, Sophia," she began, in her softest voice. "You... worried about your looks? Don't have any reason to be." Her eyes scanned over her client's figure before raising again with a satisfied smile. "You... worried I'm gonna hurt you? Or that I'll push a button you don't expect? It's all gonna feel so-"

To the Brit's surprise, Sophia made her move. Flo's hand balled around bedsheets instead of Sophia's arm, and she watched the woman's hand tear toward her breasts. Was she actually going to dive right in there? Flo almost wanted to wait and see if she would actually feel her up enough to nab the key. It was wedged in her top, no easy, quick grab. But she couldn't deny her curiosity.

Yep, Sophia stopped short. Flo snickered. "Almost a breakthrough. You'll get more chances, promise. But for now..." Keeping to her idea to take it slow, the session girl yanked on a strap of Sophia's sports bra as she fell to the side. At the same time they fell, she let her thighs work their way around Sophia's midsection until she locked her in a figure-four bodyscissor tight enough to ensure their bodies remained pressed together as they lay side-by-side. She smiled into Sophia's face. "Here, the key's still somewhere you can get it..." She shook her chest, which lay inches from Sophia's face. "...but you gotta take this long enough to dig it out!"

She pumped her thighs against Sophia's trapped midriff, forcing their hips and abs to grind together.

[thesteedman]

Sophia's nerves would end up becoming a fatal error. Her hesitation, that trepidation was instantly sought and taken advantage of by her current host of a most unusual situation. Where Sophia paused, Flo did not, at least not long enough as it were. There was a brief pause were it seemed that Flo wanted to witness if Sophia could actually do what was needed if she desired to escape this room, but within two seconds, Flo had a read on the situation, and that devious yet warming smile spoke volumes. Sophia let out another accidently adorable yelp as Flo took total control, commanding the moment with mere motions of her scantily clad and voluptuous form. Sophia was pulled to lie upon the bed by the strap of her top, pulling her chest down whilst the strap came to rest on the side of her arm, leaving that shoulder bare, exposing more of that flawless skin Sophia possessed.

Those powerful thighs that had once played a part in binding her to the bed all at once enveloped around her waist in a much deeper trap. Flo's bare legs locked together, trapping Sophia's slender waist between them, before one of her powerful legs locked around her other ankle. Such was the power of the grip that a moan was forced from Sophia's parting lips, whilst that captivating midriff of hers tensed up to try and take the growing pressure. Instinctively, Sophia pushed against her thighs, but accidentally that allowed Flo to better manipulate her form, pulling her close, squeezing deeply and in a sensual manner as if Flo had wrapped herself around a lover. Sophia's breathing increased, a combination of her nerves and the deep squeeze causing it as her own chest heaved and her stomach strained.

"Ugh... W... wait... this... this is all a misunderstanding! I'm... I am guessing Katherine Hart... put you up to this!" Sophia whispered, her cheeks turning that shade of red once more as Flo edged closer towards her, her chest not far from her face... those smiling lips even closer to her own gasping lips. Sophia tried to push against her shoulders, looking to put precious space between the two, but Flo responded with a deep squeeze, her legs formed into a perfect body triangle. Sophia gasped out, writhing back. Her head whipped back, her toes curled whilst her stunning midriff contorted and arched. Biting on her lower lip, it was not Sophia's intent to strike Flo who was merely the middle woman of this situation, but Sophia knew she had to do something to get free.

"I... I will... defend myself if you.. do not stop this!" Sophia tried to warn, trying to shift herself to be more upright, looking for precious leverage to use to her own advantage.

[Crossedes]

After the first squeeze, Flo held to Sophia snugly, but not too snugly. Enough for her to have to endure the crushing pressure of two thighs without whipping into a frenzy from the pain. For years, Flo had learned all the nuances of body control, both her own and the way she could control the bodies of others. Though she had gained strength rapidly, she had figured out just how much she could do with all her new muscles to have people react in a load of different ways - titillated, moaning, writhing, screaming, and tapping. She kept Sophia somewhere on the meter between moaning and writhing and looked at her from behind her lashes.

She mentioned Katherine Hart again. Flo didn't often like having other people brought up in the bedroom, but Sophia sounded convinced that Ms. Hart had something to do with this get-together. It still didn't change anything to the session girl's mind. She propped her cheek on a fist, ensuring she became somehow cuter, and tilted her eyes to the ceiling as if she was busily thinking about it. "That's all fine and dandy, Sophie," she began, producing a nickname for her client on the spot. "But you're not convincing me, you know? I told you an easy way to get out, and you just won't use it." She patted her cleavage. "Do I look like the type of girl to care if you dig around in there? 'Cause I'm not. I think you just wanna stay."

Stay and swear she was going to defend herself. Something about the way she said it made Flo believe she meant to defend herself in ways that weren't acceptable for a session, too. No, that wouldn't do. She tightened her legs around Sophia's midriff to prove her point, the muscles bulging to hungrily eat up more of the beautiful woman's trunk. She held the squeeze, glutes and abs tightened, long enough to speak - though her sweet smile never departed. "That's cool, as long as you don't mean anything violent or weird. Remember, the rules I sent said that we don't do striking unless you ask for it, and you - or Katherine, the ghost of Christmas present, whoever - didn't ask for it." She winked.

Never one to stay in one spot for too long, Flo started pushing up on her elbow, then her palm, so that she sat on Sophia's stomach, still mounted in the triangle. "Now, if 'Katherine'-" She made air quotes, clearly struggling to believe the story. "-was giving me bad info, I'll ask you... what are your favorite, most fantastical holds?"