Creatures of the Night

[BlackAkuma]

While Alyssa had little doubt that Natasha would agree to a quick skirmish, it was nice to hear the confirmation, all the same. She’d set up this event long before she knew who the woman was, but ever since they’d crossed paths, she was eager to add the bluenette to the menagerie, suspecting she would fit right in. Always a pleasant thing, to have one's instincts confirmed.

”My thoughts exactly.” She gave an appreciative nod her way. ”And quite frankly, I could use the exercise. Wrestling submissives is fun, but they rarely put up much of a challenge, even when you instruct them to. They wouldn’t be good submissives if aggression came naturally, after all.” She wistfully sighed, then met Natasha’s gaze again. ”I suspect you’ll be a far less pliable opponent than most people here. I’m eager to see, firsthand.”

Alyssa cast a curious eye at the handbag, interested to see what awaited within, then looked back to what Natasha was wearing. Dashing, lovely, but hardly worthy of the mats. She could hardly wait to see what else the woman could wear, to say nothing of showing off herself.

”Let’s save the surprise when we meet on the mats, hm?” Alyssa took her drink, and gave it a slight sip to conceal her mischievous grin. ”And you have the right of it, more or less. There is the bottom floor, where things are a bit more interesting. Raw. Intense. But we can save that for later, I would say - try the appetizers before you move on to the main course.”

[lyannapelon]

Natasha knew full well the trouble Alyssa spoke of regarding wrestling submissives and her eyes would widen in recognition right before she added her own experiences to the discussion. "Oh you are so right about that, back in college I tried to find other students who shared my particular interest but most of them just wanted to be dominated. That had its charms for a bit but it wasn't long until doing so just wasn't fun anymore." She then smirked at Alyssa's remark about her being more of a challenge, Natasha shooting the woman a playful wink.

"Considering how much you learned about me during our session I'd say your instincts there are likely correct." As she spoke Natasha couldn't help but let her gaze drift downwards as she imagined just what Alyssa might look like in all sorts of more...appropriate wrestling attire for an event such as this. "The feeling is mutual of course. I had a feeling you might be into wilder kinks than most but I hadn't pegged you for a wrestler yourself. Though now that I see you like this, in your other element as it were, I can't believe I didn't see it sooner."

Natasha indulged in her drink while listening to Alyssa's description of what lay on the bottom floor, her interest obviously piqued. "I've always been one to jump right for what I want, but if you believe an appetizer is in order then I can not disagree."

[BlackAkuma]

”Oh?” Alyssa strived to keep her veneer of austere sensuality, but she couldn't resist a lilting giggle at Natasha’s take on her appearance. She had heard such sentiments before, and they always amused her, especially from fellow wrestlers. ”Couldn’t someone say the same for you? After all, ‘wealthy French heiress’ isn’t exactly the typical profile of a professional wrestler.”

She curled her finger and motioned for Natasha to follow after her, glancing back to the match as she made her way through the crowd. Roy was on the cusp of wrapping things up, mostly toying with his younger opponents. He’d gotten the man into a triangle choke and was wearing him down - he probably could’ve knocked him out at this point if he refused to tap, but knowing him, he would drag things out. Always the showman.

She led Natasha off to the side to a pristine bathroom, one spacious enough for Natasha to change in without much trouble. ”No rush, naturally.” Alyssa opened the way for our guest. ”I’ll retreat to the bedroom and freshen up before I meet you at the ring. Ten minutes?”

[lyannapelon]

Natasha couldn't argue against Alyssa's point, while she had met a couple other wealthier women wrestling for the company it wasn't as if they weren't one percent or even less of the full roster, a super minority by any stretch of the imagination. "True enough, we are somewhat of a rare breed in LAW...or the world in general I suppose." She amended her statement after hearing her words out loud, doing so with an amused grin upon her lips.

Before they left the bar Natasha took one last drink and then chased after Alyssa, fending off several interested parties with a polite word of dismissal or with a gesture towards the woman leading her, an act which shut down any further conversation quite quickly she was surprised to find. Alyssa seemed to have a reputation amongst this crowd, one that made the average attendant nervous it seemed. She didn't ask about this once they reached the bathroom however as it didn't truly matter as far as Natasha was concerned, it was a curiosity sure but she had far more interesting things to keep her attention on.

"Ten minutes it is." She replied simply, waving Alyssa off before closing the door herself and locking it just to keep anyone from sneaking a peak. Her dress was on the floor within moments and while she would go back and fold it up neatly to put away in her bag, for those first couple of minutes Natasha just stared into the mirror while her imagination over what Alyssa might wear ran wild. "Suppose I need to choose." She finally mumbled before pulling out a red leotard and a matching pair of red thigh high stockings, both made of a soft fabric that was stretched over her luscious figure after a few more minutes of pulling it into place. The outfit felt good against her skin with how soft it was, clinging to her so tightly and yet a good tug could stretch the material just a little further, giving her a light bounce to her chest as she moved about, perfect for this sort of occasion.

Spoiler

As time was running out Natasha put her dress away and left the bathroom, passing by a couple women who had been waiting patiently outside, and who couldn't keep their eyes off of Natasha as she walked past on her way back to the place Alyssa had first found her. The two men were done by this point and were talking cordially with one another over at the bar, but all conversation seemed to die away as those gathered about drank in the sight of the next entertainment.

[BlackAkuma]

When Natasha arrived, she would find Alyssa waiting for her. She hadn't gone too far since the outfit hadn't required her to do anything too outlandish to change. She’d freshened up to ensure she was as pristine as reasonably expected - nothing was more distressing than wrestling someone with poor hygiene. But, aside from that, she had come out quite quickly, making her way to the ring just as the last match was finishing up and reserving their spot.

So she waited, pacing about the ring and soaking in the lustful gazes of those around her. And they were quite lustful, with good cause.

Alyssa

Alyssa was stretching when she heard a commotion in the crowd, whispers, and gasps, and murmured approval. She turned around was, naturally, pleasantly surprised.

”Oh, my.” She licked her lips and drank in the sight of Natasha’s choice, giving her a nod of approval and doing nothing to hide her hungry gaze. ”You look positively ravishing, dear - my compliments to the designer.” She took a stroll to her future opponent’s side, making sure to enjoy every angle. ”I hope it’s sturdy, though. I intend to put it through the paces.”

[lyannapelon]

Natasha was cordial with those few who approached her while she was searching for Alyssa, though when they noticed her eyes darting about the direction from which she had come they were kind enough to point her towards her desire. "Oh my." The words left her lips about the same time they did Alyssa, the blunette chuckling before stepping fully into the center of their makeshift arena. "I'll let her know you think so, said praise should go far considering the daring number you are wearing!"

She drank in the sight of the woman who had been up until a few minutes ago her new therapist, though she didn't think she would be able to think of Alyssa as such again until after this night was through. Her lips curled into a bright smile as her outfit's sturdiness was questioned, one she answered by hooking a finger under the front of her leotard and tugging the fabric away from her skin several inches, showing just how flexible it was before letting it pop back into place.

"No fear there, though I think I should have been the one asking that question of you. Hope that won't tear too quickly~" As she spoke Natasha ran a nail down between Alyssa's breasts, just barely scratching along the sheer fabric. "So I have a good idea whats on our minds, but what are the rules for this? Do know if its simple grappling I will push for more." She said with a wink.

[BlackAkuma]

Though there had already been a crowd when they came in, that crowd grew thicker as Alyssa faced off against the bluenette, and it wasn’t hard to imagine why. Nothing against the two fine men who’d preceded them, but they were poor competition - after all, most of the patrons here had come to watch two women wrestle, and you could hardly ask for better. While she didn’t like to think of herself in such lofty, vain ways, Alyssa was more than aware of the effect of her haunting figure on those around her, and it wasn’t hard to imagine that others would be just as impressed as she was by Natasha’s stunning form - if not, more so.

It was a pairing worthy of the LAW ring, and they were all allowed to watch closer than any event would let them. A rare treat.

”Your concern is appreciated.” She returned the smile with one of her own and a knowing glance from beneath the shadow of her bangs. ”It’s more sturdy than it appears - I’ve endured the rough hands of more than a few overly eager men. Trust me, it will keep.”

Speaking of hands, she warmed to the feel of Natasha’s, as the woman's skillful fingers ventured along her chest. Sensing a fair trade, she brought her touch to the Frenchwoman’s hips, letting her nails slide along the bare skin, so teasingly exposed. ”Rules?” She took on an innocent pout, as if the thought had never crossed her mind, then took a moment to consider. ”Submissions, I would say. I want to enjoy my time on top of you, after all.” She gave her buttock a playful pinch. ”Aside from that? Anything goes. Give me everything you have, I want nothing less than the full experience. Unfiltered.”

Alyssa gave Natasha’s ass a quick slap, then stepped back. ”Consider it an evaluation.”

[lyannapelon]

As she listened to Alyssa vouching for the hardiness of her bold attire Natasha's eyes roamed freely, gazing down along curves most any woman could only dream of...and would do most anything to have for themselves. That made Natasha doubly fortunate then, for not only did she have those curves all to herself but her own figure was nothing short of divine. Perhaps that was vain of her to think but as her gaze moved from Alyssa to those eagerly watching behind her, only briefly, Natasha could see just how true said thoughts were given the lust in those eyes.

"Then I will question it no further. Though I do hope it isn't *too* durable." Natasha admitted with a teasing wink before she glanced down at the finger trailing along her hip, watching it for but a second or two, and then looking back into Alyssa's eyes. "Submission it is...then~" There was a short pause as her ass was given a light smack, earning Alyssa an amused look from Natasha that read "really?"

As her hostess retreated a few steps Natasha did the same, only stopping once her back was nearly pressed into the crowd gathered into a tightly knit barrier around them. Their little bit of open space seemed even smaller then somehow. "Oh am I being graded?" She called out in answer, making sure anyone on their floor who weren't already aware of what was about to happen could hear her. Then when she received the signal to begin Natasha bounded into the middle of their pretend ring, toes digging into the soft carpet as she quite literally tried to throw herself against Alyssa in a full on elbow and shoulder lock up, only this one would have them close enough for their large chests to become quite intimately acquainted with one another right off the bat.

[BlackAkuma]

Neither could’ve known, but a pair of curious eyes gazed over Natasha and Alyssa from the audience. That wasn’t a rare thing, the two beauties commanded the attention of everyone in the vicinity. But these eyes were hungrier than most, ravenous even, and they were more focused on the bluenette than anything, gazing over her with a tinge of recognition. She’d seen this woman before, hadn't she? She knew of her. This party had been a little boring for her tastes, but now that an actual wrestler was in the mix, things promised to get more engaging.

For now, however, this onlooker faded into the scenery, another watcher among many, as the two woman faced off. Natasha didn’t seem one for slow starts, throwing herself forward at the first opportunity and slamming their bodies together, creating a press of flesh that anyone in the room would’ve loved to be caught between. Breasts met and slid across each other, thighs slapped against thighs, hot breaths mingled in the air, and Alyssa found herself staggering back in the onslaught.

Only for a couple of steps, however. She planted her foot and put a stop to the forward march. While it had been a good while since she’d had to engage with someone like this, her training stayed strong and the old memories came back to her soon enough. Solid stance. Braced arms. Leaning forward, letting her weight add to the grappling. It was all there.

[color=#00000]”Impressiver. So far.”[/color] She moved to the side, working her way out of the corner. ”However…”

Alyssa pulled Natasha in, slipped her foot behind the woman’s ankle, and pushed forward, trying to take her off guard with a sudden trip, eager to see if he reflexes were still up to par.

[lyannapelon]

There was nothing quite like first contact in a match and that was especially true of this one given the high class surroundings, the build up of anticipation from the wait, and of course the woman she was facing off against. Alyssa did not disappoint, neither in the feel of her incredible body or the fighting experience that showed itself in the doctor catching her footing after only a couple of steps. A lesser woman would have been toppled then and there but Alyssa was far from ordinary. Natasha had figured that out way back in the woman's office though, this was just further proof that her instincts about the doctor had been right on the money.

"Not bad~" Natasha chimed in just as Alyssa was drawing her in closer, a sign that she was either dead set on feeling more of their boobs slapping together or...

The trip was a classic staple of most grappling martial arts and one Natasha made liberal use of herself, so as that foot slipped in behind her ankle she knew it was already too late to dance away from it. So instead Natasha decided to leap off her back foot and right into Alyssa just as the doctor was surging forward to knock her down. Her other leg swung up to encircle Alyssa's waist while her arms moved to wrap around the woman's head, both to secure herself tightly to Alyssa so if she went down they both were, and to bury Alyssa's face in Natasha's breasts!