Red Dread Seduction (Black Severin vs Arlise Christiaens)

[DSX93]

There was something about that pause when Severin offered his arm. It took him a second to understand; it was a little perplexing after she accepted a handshake. But then again, this was closer contact, and aside from the referee, they were alone now. He had his doubts that anyone would've stepped in if someone else were in his place and used this opportunity to try something. There was a lot that LAW's staff would stand back and watch. Awful things. The worst of things.

Arlise was putting her faith in him here. Though not without a word of warning. Sooner or later, she'd be going after that right arm. A little something to look forward to. Maybe a not so little something. Scissor holds were more her tune from what he's seen, but that's just what he's seen. For all he knew, she had something new that she was ready to bust out. He certainly had his share of moves that he'd been working on, but so far had yet to use in his matches.

About his clothes, now. Yeah, the tie would've made a decent weapon against him, but she didn't seem the type to try to take that kind of advantage to him, even when he was suspecting her of being all wintry. It was why he went ahead with his offer: She would've known when to stop, and she would've left it there. There wouldn't have been any glory in just stripping him all the way naked and bull-rushing her way to a win while he wasn't allowed to act, and that matters to her. He had that feeling.

Her smile's expansion triggered that of Severin's own. This was going a lot smoother than the masked man expect-

Ooh, she is taking charge! Forget "smooth". Now we're talking "smoove", with V and an E! An easy ticking of a box with the submissive-leaning switch. He pointed to her for emphasis. "I like you."

A hand began to reach for a fingerless glove to remove it, but he stopped himself as an idea bulb dinged to life in his head. His brown eyes turned to the referee. "Can you do me a favor real quick, miss...what's your name?" Janet, she'd say it was. "Janet." One hand gestured for her approach while the other produced his phone from his pocket. He handed it to her, then whispered something into her ear. Janet smiled her approval, looking back and forth between the two before she left the room to do the task he asked of her.

"She'll be back. I just wanna do this right. And to do that, I'm gonna need some music." The moment they had without it had his heart bumping with anticipation. This would mark the first occasion where he'd be giving a woman other than Keira a striptease. It was mainly the newness factor; he was confident that he had the visuals -- the build and the moves -- to make it a good one.

Severin's

would play through the penthouse's sound system seconds later. It started small, with him reacclimating to the music. Ginuwine's "Pony" was a song he knew well, and it was one on a list that he's performed. But this was being done with choreography that was being made up on the fly. He was letting the beat guide his body into a routine, while also taking care to avoid the exact same dance he did for his Lady. Some things needed to be just between the two of them.

"I'm just a bachelor. Lookin' for a partner..."

A slide along the floor, that looked more like gliding, with a swing to each side, the left or right hand raised above his brow to represent the search. And then a spin, smoothly bringing himself down onto on his knees. Likely where Arlise would want to see him at some point in the match.

"Someone who knows how to ride..."

And then he would lean back, way back, propping himself up with one hand and the feet he'd pop up flat onto the floor. His other hand came up to sweep a couple strands of hair out of his face, which had twisted into one of ecstasy as he

(Something like this.)

driving it good and deep into an invisible lover, each thrust in tune with the music.

"...Without even fallin' off.

One. Two. Three. BAM! If a man could impregnate the air, he would've done it there. His well-developed core lifted him back onto his feet after an initial push. The leather vest would be shrugged off on the way up, without missing a beat, as smoove as butter.

"Gotta be compatible! Take me to my limits!"

After wiping some non-existent sweat off his face, he'd slip off a glove and toss it to the side for the returning Janet to catch. With his eyes laser focused on Arlise, he'd fail to notice the referee's reddening face. Raising the hand that he kept gloved for the moment, he pointed right at the redhead. And decided, at least for this next line, that he wouldn't stick to dancing only.

"♩Girl when I break you off...♩"

Stepping towards her with some fancy footwork, he reached down to lift his shirt from its tucked position, flashing his washboard abs. He'd get close enough for her to get a feel, if she wanted it. Hips swaying, a dangling of the carrot. Right there in her face, without touching her.

"♩I promise that you won't wanna get off!♩"

Completed with some dynamic thrusts of the pelvis. One. Two. Three. BAM! And the shirt would stay on. For now.

Severin danced some distance between the two, the 90's smash hit moving his toned body in waves as it progressed through the chorus. And then a spin. Off came the other glove, and to the other side it went. He was locked in now, his body grooving on almost entirely on auto-pilot, in all the best ways that showed off the well-toned physique that his clothes clung to.

At the chorus's end, he would come down to a seated position, giving Arlise an openly appreciative looking over, from top to bottom, regarding her with bedroom eyes.

"Sittin' here flossin', peepin' your steelo."

A backward roll, into a handstand to show off his strength...

"Just once, if I had the chance..."

...Before lowering himself into a prone position that had his upper body propped up on straightened arms, his hips left to the floor.

"The things I would do to you."

One. Two. Three. BAM! Thank you, invisible ma'am! He popped onto all fours, turning himself to the side and using his hands and knees to

his way back over to the lovely redhead, setting his toes into the floor in a way that allowed him to slip off his loafers with each advance.

"You and your body! Every single portion!"

He stopped. One. Two. Three. BAM! Shaking a little ass for her benefit while he took care of another lover unseen. He sprung onto his feet,

(Something like this.)

gliding a hand over his crotch, lingering at the belt for just a second...

"Send chills up and down your spine..."

Then over his abs, up to his spectacular chest...

"Juices running down your thighs!"

His other hand would join it, fingers hooking into the space between the buttons that would go flying when he ripped his shirt open, allowing her to see it in all of its glory. It wouldn't stay on him for much longer afterwards, being whirled above his head as he gave her a little three-sixty, turning at a steady pace to give her eyes a good view to feast on from every angle. When the circle was almost complete, he'd let her have it, literally, tossing his shirt at her. His smile grew into something toothy, playful.

And now the belt. Time for that to come off. But not for it to go, just yet.

"If we're gonna get nasty, baby..."

One hand held it by the ends and the other gripped the loop. A loud, whip-like crack filled the room when he pulled it flat. There was an edge in his gaze that would make it unmistakable: If the action ever took that turn, he had intentions to use the belt on her, rather than having it be used on him.

But for now, it would be left to the side while he finished his dance, which, as the final chorus reached its end, would finally see him without his pants, revealing the

he'd chosen for this match.

"I hope that was to your satisfaction, m'lady." It certainly was for Janet over there. She was as red as a tomato now. "But I'm afraid I'll have to inform you that the mask stays on, always. And as for what's beneath these..." He motioned to his shorts. "Well, you're gonna have to work for that. There's only so much a guy can show so soon."

[Winter]

"And you should."

If Arlise had confidence in one aspect of herself, she believed she possessed "likeability." She could blend with nearly anyone, and save for a select few, she did not readily make enemies - save for her own sister, apparently. She supposed that she had come to mix well with others to avoid similarities with her sister - or more specifically, her father. Those thoughts she pushed beyond arm's length, however, as she continued to intently watch him and will him to do what she wished, her crossed leg bouncing with impatience.

That bouncing continued as he plotted something. She suspected what he had in mind when he passed the phone to the ref - music for his stripping - but when he sent the other woman from the room, her hackles raised once more and the expectance in her eyes narrowed into wariness. Before he could explain himself, however, she deduced the plot all at once and peered above her, and while she could not see any obvious signs of a sound system, the music poured through a moment later nonetheless. Recognizing the song - a little dated, in a way - her demanding smile returned, and she once more propped her head on her hand.

What ensued sent her through waves of emotions, and she could never settle on one.

For one, it impressed her. She didn't necessarily associate the styles of most male wrestlers with dancing skills, but she supposed she both stereotyped and did not consider that LAW signed contracts with all sorts, even those without the skills to survive in the ring. She did not expect so little of him - why would anyone voluntarily come to a niche corner of LAW such as After Dark and pretend to have a competitive edge if he only wished to be ravaged - but she likely misplaced her surprise.

Once he had pushed past the opening act, it amused her, to the point that she pointedly covered her mouth with her hand to avoid laughing. She did not want him to think she laughed at him, only at the sudden absurdity of the situation, but she kept her reddening face covered so he would not misconstrue her amusement. She also shared a long, understanding glance with the equally red-faced referee once the other woman returned. Arlise would have never hired a dancer on her own - perhaps for a night of fun with some girlfriends - and she remembered why. Her personality did not mesh with elaborate shows for her benefit.

She recovered from that wave in time for one final set of thoughts to course through her mind - she respected the effort and willingness, and in a sense, it also put her at ease. Who would have done this in a LAW ring before a match? A few, surely, but anyone who did would wish to make a show of themselves. He seemed a good sport to do this at her behest. And he must have lacked any degree of shame. That, or he wanted to show off a particularly fit body. While the dance did not exactly work her into a fever - again, not her style to have someone dance for her - she did look on with tented fingers and appreciation once he finished the dance, only stopping to toss his shirt at the ref and stare at him with a challenge written on her face.

Unmistakably, a pleased queen on her throne.

She breathed deeply, audibly, as he spoke, and she let several seconds of quiet pass between them before she spoke. "First - call me Arlise," she told him, knowing his use of "lady" would grow old once the wrestling began. "Second - if you obey that well, what happens if I tell you to surrender, right now?"

In a scene that would have made Sharon Stone proud, she switched crossed legs, diabolically unhurried, and adjusted the lower half of her leotard as she did so, presenting a touch more pale skin at her curvy waist. Her words served as both a declaration of her appreciation... and a test to see how far she could take his biddableness.

[DSX93]

Sassy.

Those moments in time while he waited for Janet to get the music going got tense. That increasingly impatient glare that settled on him made them feel longer than they really were. He kept a poker face on, but he could feel the ice in his veins. Damn near breathed a sigh of relief once she finally did it.

The striptease did its job; lightened the mood. Severin was hoping to get Arlise a little hotter under the collar, but he'll take it. He felt the beginnings of an understanding forming. Realized that he'd gotten used to facing women who were more upfront with their sexuality. She definitely wasn't what he'd consider a prude. In fact, he very much doubted that it was possible to be signed not only to LAW, but also After Dark while managing to fall into that characterization.

But the usual flirtations and sweet talk...She wasn't immune. He knows that much. But he'd have to pick his spots with the charm. It was only going to get him so far before that metaphorical bell rings.

But it did manage to trigger some...basic instincts. Severin didn't even bother trying to keep his eyes up until the show was over. He was thankful that she hadn't come across him when he was first getting started, because good lord, would he have fumbled on the question she just asked him. Probably would've said something obvious like, "Well, you're gonna have to work for that."

He raised a forefinger and thumb to his chin, giving the waiting patch of hair idle strokes with the latter. Just killing a few seconds; he didn't actually have to think about it. But he didn't want to answer that too soon, lest he come across as too eager. The side of the D/s fence he leans on has been established. But this is still a match. He can't make it too easy.

"That depends on what exactly you tell me to surrender to."