Turn it Down [Scar & The Body]

[thesteedman]

"Regrettably the LAW is not without its share of such individuals. I have faced a few of these women and I could point out which to watch out for. In the ring I am capable of besting them, but on their own terms they can still be a significant threat." Sophia spoke, responding to Lola's statement. Sophia had yet to make her move but her body language suggested she was about to make her way to the door before Lola made her own reposition. She walked in her usual manner, putting heavy emphasis upon her own hips as she stood in-between Sophia and the way out with her drinks in hand, one for herself and one for Sophia.

Sophia noticeably was not making eye contact with her right now, and her expression looked a little unsure when Lola asked her to stay for a moment. She would go on to stress that it was part of her customs that the two should share a drink as a form of gift as was stated in her way. Sophia had no reason to doubt having no clear indication of Lola's origins save for her native tongue, and would gently take the drink from her. She took a deep breath, holding it before she finally looked towards Lola.

"It really is not necessary... but thank you." Sophia spoke, realising that she would have to stay a moment to consume the drink. A few sips would probably suffice and then she could make her way out.
"I can watch out for you in the LAW if you would like. I am not well versed in the more erotic aspect of the LAW but I can keep an eye on the 'Predators' if you so desire." Sophia spoke, before she finally gazed upon Lola, purposefully catching her eyes with her own.
<"So long as you do not mind my buzzing."> She would then add in Spanish, taking a modest sip of her drink.

[BlackAkuma]

It always amused Lola to see the ways people would react in situations like this. Sophia struck her as a woman with good instincts - you didn’t get this far in martial arts without being able to read people, she wagered. There had to be some alarm bells ringing, her sixth sense telling her to be on guard. But nonetheless, she stayed. She bought the story. If she wanted to leave, there was nothing that Lola could’ve done to physically stop her, but by exploiting social norms and expectations, standing in the right place and saying the right things, she could weave a subtle web. The best kind. The kind her prey didn’t even see until they were already trapped.

Lola clicked their glasses together after Sophia took the offer, taking a few sips of her own to prompt Sophia in doing the same. She’d done a good job, it was tasty enough, but she kept her eyes focused on her target the whole time. She’d put in a potent dose, but it would need a minute or two before the effects began to show and the German became more pliable. She needed to stall.

She was about to start in on another step of the conversation when Sophia managed to surprise her - she spoke Spanish? Interesting. It meant that she’d caught her little tell from earlier. That had been more of a joke to herself than anything, but if she’d understood the word, it would explain her change in tone, but this was only a minor setback. If anything, it worked in her favor - one more thing to talk about, one more topic to stretch time.

[“Buzzing?” She tipped her head to the side, curious, playing up her innocence with a pout. [“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” She took another sip, longer this time, before she let her confusion fade with a nod and a smile. ”But I’m impressed. Speaking Spanish. You’re a woman of many talents.” She had a long, listful sigh. “I’m learning Japanese…poorly. An annoying process.”

[thesteedman]

Something felt a little off. Sophia could not put her finger on what it was, but she was suddenly very aware that all was not as it seemed. She watched Lola's expression as she was caught out by Sophia. There was something of an awkward moment as Lola tried to lie, acting innocent about the belittling jab at calling her a fly, yet Sophia did not really feel any remorse on Lola's part, like she simply did not really care. Sophia believed it to be related to her turning up out of the blue with her request to lower the music. It also made her feel as if Lola possessed a sudden dislike to her despite her earlier claims of being a fan of the German wrestler. All these notions were what drove Sophia towards the door, feeling unwelcomed in Lola's abode, yet the moment she began to make her move, the LAW hopeful was quick to position herself in the way.

Perhaps it was tradition that made Lola adamant for the duo to share a drink, but the body language of the sturdy but beautifully framed Lola left Sophia somewhat bewildered. It felt like she was trying to get her to stay, giving the alluring German mixed messages. She glanced down as Lola lightly clinked their glasses together in a small toast, taking a modest drink herself. Sophia followed suit, but her own sips were light. The beverage was pleasant enough, holding a light zest to it, reminding her of a mocktail of sorts which she tended to drink when she was out and about but looking to keep her head clear. Given the late hour, Sophia did not want to down the drink, and tried to be kind enough to at least consume a good portion of it as not to offend said traditions. That said, Sophia felt that perhaps she should leave and soon.

Lola seemed to scramble to move onto a new topic, no doubt wanting to move past the fact that she had called Sophia a fly and been discovered. Sophia hoped that it would serve as a lesson to Lola not to speak ill of others in other languages, but given her denial and her somewhat cheeky expression... it was doubtful.
"You possess talents yourself. This is a nice drink. I imagine in your field of wrestling you are equally talented, otherwise LAW would not have recruited you." Sophia complimented, motioning the glass in a small gesture as she managed a slight smile. She soon placed it down by the kitchen counter, having managed to consume about a third of it.
"Japanese is a difficult language. It probably took me the longest to learn of the ones I know, but if you keep at it, I'm sure you do just fine. Everything just takes practice." Sophia would speak, her ambitions of leaving becoming increasingly clear by her body language.

"Thank you for the drink. It was splendid. I really should be going now. I am certain we will meet again since we are neighbours, and co-workers it would seem." Sophia managed, forcing a more pleasant smile. She began to walk... when something went a little wrong. Her senses suddenly shifted, an unexpected sensation of light-headedness rushing through her head all at once. Sophia placed her hand upon the kitchen counter to stabilise herself, rubbing her forehead with the fingers and a thumb from her other hand. She took a deep breath and tried to focus, her scarred and half closed eye opening a little more than usual whilst her other was wide open to reveal her captivating eyes.
"Oh... My apologies... I was suddenly a bit woozy for a moment." Sophia felt her vision become a little more strained, a dizzy sensation taking her.

[BlackAkuma]

Lola’s half-lidded eyes stayed locked on Sophia, never wavering from her prey for even a moment. It was always a joy to watch this sort of thing, to see the way that people responded in these kinds of situations. In another life, she could’ve been a psychologist, conducting studies on people, seeing how they reacted to different stimuli and how the world influenced their movements…

Case in point: Sophia had to know something was up. People weren’t the most instinctual of animals, but they hadn't made it to the top of the food chain without being able to sense danger to a certain degree. In the back of her mind, she had to know there was some measure of danger, here. In the apartment of a stranger, a woman she just met with poorly defined intentions. No one knew she was there. If she went missing, it might be days before anyone even realized it. Would they even be able to track her movements? Would the cameras catch it? If the police investigated, they would assume the abduction started at her place. They’d never suspect that the real focus should’ve been just a floor upwards…

This was how slasher flicks started.

But those alarm bells would take a backseat, because Sophia didn’t want to be rude. Didn’t want to disappoint. Didn’t want to invoke shame—a gazelle in the lion’s den, a mouse in the snake pit.

Lola was paying less and less attention to what Sophia was saying, instead bringing her eyes to the glass. The German hadn't sipped it all, but with her muscular body and the likelihood that she’d been working out not long ago, she’d wager it wouldn’t take too long to proliferate through her system, with so little fat to delay the spreading. The effects would be showing soon, she just had to keep her here and make the best of them. Not too hard.

For a moment, it looked like Sophia was about to leave, and she prepared to make up some more nonsense to keep her in place, but she was fortunately spared the trouble - the drug kicked in with perfect timing. Lola sat her drink to the side and let concern come over her face as she moved in, placing a caring but firm hand on the woman’s shoulder. ”Easy, easy.” She pulled her to the side, nudging her towards the couch. ”Sit down before you fall down. Please.”

[thesteedman]

Sophia's condition was not improving. As much as she tried to focus and force stability to her senses, her body felt unusually heavy, her movements sluggish. No effort of focus could get rid of this sudden sensation that began to overwhelm her form. Sophia was so drawn to trying to stabilise herself that she did not notice that Lola had slipped up close until she felt her hand slide a firm hand against her shoulder.
"I am alright." Sophia lied, holding no desire to become a further burden or bother to Lola. However, the woman was already guiding her to towards her lavish and luxurious coach deeper into the room.

She settled the platinum blonde down onto the well-padded and soft couch, as Sophia herself pinched at the bridge of her nose, still attempting to rid herself of this sudden onset condition. The initial wave of dizziness and discomfort had passed, with some sense of balance returning to her. Yet her limbs felt unusually heavy and ached, as if she had taken part in an intense workout to push herself to her limits and beyond. That had not been the case at all though; she had not so much as worked up a single sweat during her earlier workout, merely doing light workouts to pass the time. It did not feel related to her recent injuries she had just recovered from, as her ailments had never caused such an unusual sensation. The day had not caught up with her either, not like this at least.

"I do not know what happened, but I will be fine in just a moment." Sophia whispered, taking a deep breath. She placed her own hands upon her thighs, opening her eyes up as she tried to refine her vision. There was a slight blur in her good eye, and all at once she felt physically exhausted. Her mind was active, not at its sharpest but functioning well enough after the initial struggle to form rational thought. Her body seemed most afflicted by what was happening to her, those aches making movement more difficult than normal. Perhaps she just needed a minute...

[BlackAkuma]

That’s right. Lay down. Relax. Rest those weary eyes. Your eyelids are so heavy and the couch is so comfortable, isn’t it? You only need moments to gather your breath and clear your head. Just a little while…

The faux concern on Lola’s face faded away, giving way to a curious gaze, as she watched Sophia going through all the telltale signs. It also allowed her to appreciate how amazing this woman’s body was. While she was no doubt the heavier one between them, firmly in the heavyweight classes, she was sure this middleweight could’ve thrashed her around the apartment with ease, and that was before any kind of fighting skill came into play. Her body was a wondrous blend of muscle and mass, toned and tight, showing the work of countless hours.

Quite a catch. Lola wanted her. And what Lola wanted…

”Mm. Will you?” Lola slid onto the couch beside her and brought one of her legs up, getting it into position and lining up her prey. ”I wonder. I do wonder. You look like you could fall at any moment. You should stay the night. Just to be safe.”

Lola moved forward inch by inch, working one thigh around Sophia’s back while she tightened that grip on her shoulder. Almost there, little fly.

[thesteedman]

Sophia was unaware of the near serpentine fashion that Lola began to shift her form in, as one of her legs slowly began to slither behind her lower back, narrowly avoiding skin contact to keep from alerting her prey to the change in position. Lola herself began to close in and press herself close, her hand firmly grasping the shoulder of the captivating German to keep her seated upon the luxurious and soft couch. Her movements were nothing shy of predatory, edging into position to strike an unsuspecting prey like a deadly serpent ready to capture and constrict. With Sophia distracted by trying to bring herself calm and clarity, Lola could afford to drop her facade, a darker and more longing look befalling her eyes in the low lit ambience of her room as she began to take in the beauty of her 'prey'.

"No. No that is fine. Thank you for the offer, but I think I can make it back to my apartment." Sophia whispered. As sluggish as she felt right now, she was confident she could at least make it back upstairs. Perhaps just a long rest was all she needed. She could not help but wonder why this had suddenly happened to her... That was when she glanced towards Lola briefly, coming to notice she was up close with her, before she felt the brush of her bare leg against the skin of her lower back. Lola's grip tightened upon the shoulder of the platinum blonde German, and all at once she could see a look within Lola, noticing her looking longingly over her bare covered torso. She was far too close for comfort, and a glint in her eye made Sophia realise that perhaps she had a different meaning when she called her 'fly'. She felt Lola's bare leg slowly begin to press against her back as her foot slid down the side of her hip.

"It is time I left." Sophia whispered, before she attempted to stand.

[BlackAkuma]

Ah, there it was. Lola looked on, watching as the realization started to dawn in Sophia’s eyes. The gears were turning, the lights were coming on. She was starting to realize the place she was in, the trap she had walked into, her senses tingling - but it was too late. Far too late. She was in the web now, trapped, and it wouldn’t matter how much she struggled or fought.

”30%.”

If Sophia had no clue what Lola meant by saying that, she would figure it out quickly, as the hostess brought her legs up, clasped her ankles together, and powered down with about ⅓ of her full power. Nowhere close to what she could do at maximum, but she was still willing to bet it was far more than the she-wolf was accustomed to from a move like this. Lola’s thigh, curvacious and comely, hardened into steel girders, rippling with muscle just underneath the surface. Enough to hurt, enough to make breathing a chore, enough to make her even more light-headed than she was before.

Lola eased back on her elbows, getting comfortable as she ground away on Lola’s midsection, chewing at it with her thighs. To look at her from the waist up, she could’ve just been relaxing on the couch after a long Sunday. ”I’m sorry, I was a little distracted. You said something about leaving, mosca?” She tensed her legs, giving her ribs a jolt. ”Hm?”

[thesteedman]

Lola's ankles slapped together hard to lock in a deep seated bodyscissors upon the German's lower core. Her thick and smooth thighs began to harden, almost turning as seemingly hard as marble as one closed in against Sophia's lower midriff, as the other dug deep into her lower spine. Sophia's eyes closed, as a small cut off grunt was forced from her lips. Her captivating figure strained from the sudden pressure upon her body, her back arching instinctively from the grave pressure as her hands pushed against the rock hard legs that began to squeeze her slender form. Sophia was in deep between Lola's thighs, giving her aggressor perfect position to apply as much pressure as she desired. The Colombian beauty revealed her true colours all at once, her real intent coming to fruition as she gazed upon Sophia and began to lie back and get more comfortable. Her teasing whispers did not go ignored from Sophia, as she gasped out in alarm.

Sophia's form was visible from just below her navel upwards, her midriff tensing up to try and defend against the vice like grip as her waist seemed engulfed by powerful and exposed thighs, putting a deep body pinch on the alluring German. The squeeze forced another quiet gasp, before the pressure built up, with Sophia unable to stop a pained moan from slipping from her lips as she leaned forwards. She tried to stand on her drained and heavy feeling legs, looking to gain much needed leverage, but a sharp jolt of Lola's on powerful limbs forced her to collapse deeper onto the couch. Sophia groaned, writhing and struggling, her chest heaving a little as her weak arms tried to dislodge the terrible grip upon her slender form.

"W... what are you doing?!" Sophia gasped out, finding it a little hard to breathe. The statement of 30% was not lost on Sophia either, becoming horribly aware that Lola was yet to squeeze with full power. It was already an oppressing grip, her back near forced to contort as her midriff was tensed so hard it brought awful discomfort. Her legs were dangerous, and in her current state, Sophia did not have the strength to even match what Lola was inflicting upon her. Ever a dangerous wrestler, there was a variety of moves Sophia could attempt to try and escape... but her body was drained, her limbs aching and devoid of their usual strength. Sophia looked towards the half-drunk beverage on the counter... suddenly realising the worst.

Breathing deep, Sophia glared towards her tormentor, fighting the instinctive need to moan as she felt those thighs tensing her lower core. She tried to throw a strike towards her stomach, but there was barely the power she was normally capable of, feeling the drain of whatever it was Lola had spiked her drink with. Whilst her knuckle thudded against the stretched core of Lola's body, she would have been fortunate to even make her grunt.
"If this... is about asking you to turn the music down... I think you are overreacting." Sophia whispered, before gasping out, once more futilely trying to push down on those colossal legs that continued to crush her and ebb away at her defences.

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, that felt so good. So. Damn. Good.

Lola’s headscissors were more effective - when knocking people out, she could put someone to sleep in less than five seconds with one of those. That would've been her choice if she had just been looking to put Sophia out. But when it came to getting the most pleasure out of the moment, there was just nothing that came close to a bodyscissor. It was simply another level. Especially when Lola had a fit body to crush. Most women she got between her thighs were smaller, weaker, thinner. The little idiots who tried to get in her way or threaten her spot, people who needed some violent correction.

But Sophi was different. A tough, strong core to crush, one that gave Lola’s thighs some resistance. Most of her victims would be shrieking at just 30%, and she couldn't go higher than half without doing severe damage - not that she cared. Still, inflicting injuries would mean hospital visits, which would likely mean police interference. But could someone like this take it all?

Oh, she was going to find out.

”I’m using my legs to exert pressure on your midsection.” Lola lazily answered the question. She kept her relaxed look up, but even she couldn't help but chew on her lip as Sophia struggled in her grasp, enjoying the sight of her writhing. She was half tempted to break out the cell phone and start recording, but then she recalled that she was, at a bare minimum, committing assault, and creating video evidence of that might be a little counterproductive. ”It’s called a bodyscissor. I trust you're familiar with-”

And then Sophia hit her.

It wasn’t much of a hit, probably a far cry from what this woman could’ve done at her best. It slapped against her stomach and only made Lola wince, more from irritation than anything. She shouldn’t have been bothered by it, seeing as she was inflicting far, far worse. But - and Sophia would surely learn this more and more through their time together - Lola did not like being struck. Moreso than most people. She was The Body, and she put no small amount of time into perfecting her form. That meant no scratches, no cuts, no bruises. Damage wouldn’t be tolerated.

A slight frown, a grunt, and narrowed eyes were the first crack in her demeanor thus far. ”50%.” She amped up the pressure and dug in deep, putting more effort into flattening the lungs, effectively smothering her. ”First rule: No hitting. Clear?” There was some edge in her voice, a hiss in the undertone, unspoken threats.