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."

[Winter]

She had intrigued him.

Consider them mutually intrigued, then. She knew some employed to this company - likely even a handful more who found After Dark to their tastes - would have leaped at even the most vague proposition. She did not expect him to prove quite so willing, not after crafting such a show for her. It took a certain comfort and confidence to perform with such extravagance, so he clearly knew how to maneuver his way around a bedroom - or at least a club. For him to have lain back and let her have her way would have surprised her after he had gone to such lengths.

But she did see him mulling, and her eyes became sharper still as she continued to manipulate an advantage simply with her tongue... and a great deal of precise, stingy titillation.

"Not complete surrender," she told him, once again shifting her legs solely for the appeal. "But I am curious to know if you would drop to your knees right..." She spread both thighs and tapped the front of the chair between her legs with a delicate grace. "...here, if only to see what could happen." The Belgian leaned forward in her chair as if to challenge him to say no. ...And for a touch more incentive, she reached up and unclasped the straps that kept the top of her leotard strapped to the collar around her neck. The straps fell, freeing her shoulders and placing a touch more bare cleavage on display, as if to say she could settle in comfortably if he chose to do so.

Janet had since retreated into the corner and started on a cold bottle of water Arlise imagined had to have been for her and Severin post-match, but no matter. Arlise could understand, her own body radiating with heat that had crept from a reddening face down her neck and onto the top of her chest as she placed the first piece in the chess game to decide how they might start this match.

[DSX93]

Ah! Severin could see the wheels turning behind Arlise's eyes. How far does she think she can take this?

She was covering some good ground, admittedly. He was eating all that visual honey right up, allowing her to direct his gaze everywhere she wanted it to go. Again, can you blame a brother? She was bad in all the right senses of the word, knew it, and knew just how much to lay out there. Hers was the sort of danger that set off the sirens, but had him biting his lip and walking forward anyway, pulse picking up with every step. Like a cartoon character to the pie left to cool at the window...

"Yeah. That's the word."

The corners of his lips turned up a tick when that increasingly perilous closeness revealed that yeah, she was feeling the heat more than her actions were showing. There was no tension in his muscular, nearly nude form as he assumed the position, unblinkingly holding her gaze with his own.

And silently, with the seconds dragging on to what felt like minutes in his anticipation, he waited.

He's ready.

[Winter]

Arlise could have combusted as the moment lingered.

She liked this role - temptress. As her inviting eyes lingered on him as he acquiesced to her "demand," crept closer, and began to his knees, she knew that, given the assumption that he possessed some degree of cleverness, he would know what she planned. That they both likely had each other figured made the coming exchange all the more thrilling. And if she could snag his head between her thighs before the proper wrestling even began...

Once he had settled in place, she reclined, looking far more like a bored, hungry queen on her throne as she rested her cheek on outstretched fingers. She stared at him for several seconds, appreciating that she had brought him this far, before she began to move - slowly, without threat. One shapely leg lifted, and she rested the foot on his shoulder. The other one soon joined in the scene by propping on the other shoulder, and she imagined the two looked like so many of the boudoir images she enjoyed.

The seductive smile on her face transitioned, becoming an outright lewd biting of her bottom lip, as she let the seconds pass. She twisted one foot simply to see if he would react, but beyond that, she provided no hints.

She herself did not have any precise moment in mind. Only when the fire in her threatened to turn into a furnace did she act. Her legs snapped together with the speed of a crocodile's maw meant to snare his head.

[DSX93]

That was the word right there: Thrilling. The room filled with an electric silence, and time slowed to what was nearly a standstill, with only Arlise's legs to show that it was indeed moving forward. One at a time, her semi-bared feet making themselves at home on his broad shoulders. Looking up at her, he couldn't help but feel a sense of ceremony here. Like she was a queen rewarding him with a kinky form of knighting.

A fine idea to squirrel away for when he sees his Lady again.

At first, Severin remained as still as a statue. With the exception of the brown eyes that fell from her greys, down to the reddened lips that they would linger on for just a little while. His imagination began creating phantom sensations. Texture. Pressure. Taste. Is she wearing something flavored?

He picked her sultry stare back up and peered deeper. The further they settled into their preferred positions, the further he felt he could see. This extensive nothingness had his mind picking up speed the longer it went on, and he knew that was visible to her. They were both excited for the moment that they knew was coming. The dropping of that other shoe. A part of him didn't want that moment to come, and he had the feeling--

That little movement of her foot there. Yeah, he had the feeling that a part of her was feeling the same way. Why else would she be taking her sweet time with it?

It started to feel like he could speak to her with just a look, he was so zoned in: "I know, right?"

Severing brought his hands up. Slowly, taking care to do nothing that would get himself marked as a threat. They floated over to her calves, touching down first with the fingertips, treating them like the tip of the tongue with a meal that's fresh out of the oven. Check the temperature. Okay. Now take a bite.

That metaphorical bite would come in the form of his hands taking a slow cruise along those stirrups, making the acquaintance of the muscles that were going to be squeezing down on him before too long. Ever the sensual, but also gluttonous man, he wanted to indulge before the action began proper. Just a little, both for himself, and hopefully for her too. With something that was halfway between simple, tender caressing and a massage, not caring that would be helping her loosen up. And a touch daring, with those pleasured hands roaming just past the borders of her legwear for a taste of her bared thighs. Not too far up; just enough to get a quick, teasing feel of the smooth, toned flesh while it was there and she wasn't devoted to the task of squeezing the hell out of him.

These legs, chef's kiss.

And then the moment finally ended. They both moved at the same time, and...

One leg wrapped neatly around his neck. The other came around the shoulder, underneath the arm he sprung between the two. Severin was caught in a vice grip, with an arm right there for her to work into a triangle. And yet, he smiled. Arlise had him, but it was on his terms.

After setting one of his bare feet down flat on the floor, he rose, bringing those one hundred and forty pounds of woman with him like she was a small child who'd pounced on him. All the way to the mats with a hand at her hip for support as he raised up high, and...

BOOM!

Down, she'd go, with the impact thundering through the room. If there was any slack in those legs after that, he'd use it to slip his arm back from between his legs. Either way, he'd squat down to make use of the forty-five pounds he had on her, but having his other arm free would allow for a spicier pin for the viewers' enjoyment. Both legs over his shoulders, and over her head as she was pulled into a painful bend on her neck and shoulders. Either one hand or both would touch down on the mat as he brought his weight forward and looked down and deep into her eyes, the adrenaline setting his own alight with what he knew was just a momentary triumph.

She's tough, and she'll either find a way out of this or power through; he wasn't banking on her trying to get another hold locked in from here when he was in a prime position to powerbomb her again. But she'd have to put some good energy into doing it. And while she was doing that, he'd enjoy the intimate way their bodies lined up. The heat of his dominant position washed over him like the the rays of the summer sun.

Score one for your boy.

[Winter]

She claimed precisely half a victory.

One thigh successfully slammed against his cheek and jaw, but he had enough sense and anticipation to shift his roving hand into position between his head and the other threatening leg. She could still do devastating damage to him in this position, but before she could flatten her posture and begin applying pressure to his head and arm - the suddenness of her attempt had jostled her into the side of the chair - he had already started to lift her.

"Ahhh! Oh, no, you don..." Her voice trailed off as she focused on keeping herself upright without tumbling back into the chair or down onto her head, and she held to him with as much strength as he held to her. She need not do so, but she didn't know that - not until he pivoted them so she could target the mats with her back. The Belgian beauty tensed up and braced for the impact as the blood rushed through her head and her whipping hair blinded her.

That bracing did not stop it from hurting, though it did save her from worse. She let out a muffled cry when she hit, and one leg faltered on the impact. She tried to swing it up high again, perfectly lining it up so he could drop his weight down on it and stretch her - not the most flexible woman - into what anyone would have described as a mating press. As she watched her feet dangling above her head, Arlise moaned, and his yanking her neck only made the position more uncomfortable.

Outside of a match, she might have welcomed it, especially once she forced her eyes open and peered up into his.

After a powerbomb, however, she did not feel quite so enthusiastic about her predicament. Fortunately, their tense game of cat and mouse already had her adrenaline coursing. Instinctually, she used her free hands to power her arms between his to free her neck, and she attempted to return the favor by pulling down on his neck. While she could not secure a headscissor with his weight on top of her... she tried for the nearest thing, looking to nab his head with her ankles and roll them onto their sides to lock in a calfscissor.

[DSX93]

If there were any who doubted it before, let it be known now that Arlise Christiaens is built Ford tough. Sure, it was only the first move of the match, and it wasn't full strength -- he could've sat down with it or something -- but a powerbomb's a powerbomb. But only one leg was shaken loose and that bracing (there was no failing to notice the tensing of her muscles with how tightly her legs were wrapped around him) was enough to have her going strong enough to barely cry out. It started taking him back to his match with Karen Gale.

That he was able to make that comparison when he's got nothing on but his mask and some leather shorts and she's in a state of undress herself already...That told him something. It hadn't come to him as a coherent thought right away. In fact, it hadn't truly sunk in for the next few moments. He was first distracted by her pull at the back of his neck. Strong, with her fingernails digging into his flesh. The grunts that spilled from him as he struggled against her would hint at the masochistic aspects of his nature.

Arlise finally won her way out in a way he hadn't expected, clapping her ankles at either side of his head and twisting, that measure of control she'd taken of his head being just enough to manipulate the rest of him into falling off balance. But his hands were still free. As he felt himself tumbling to the side, he shifted their positions on the mat and followed her momentum with a cartwheel that was intended to turn her flow into his own and slip his head free while he made her roll with it.

[Winter]

Arlise couldn't complain.

Her calfscissor would have served as a transition move at best. Squeezing calves could threaten an opponent, especially when perfectly applied, but no one had ever struggled to escape lest she put them through the wringer first and sapped them of the strength to do so - and she considered her calves more potent than most women's. She would have had to strain to gain anything from the hold, and her body, after being slammed and folded, needed a respite before attempting anything so strenuous yet potentially useless.

So she rolled with his semi-cartwheel until she landed on her stomach, and she let her body stretch out at the hips and the back to find respite. Her ribs and spine still ached, but she dared anyone to call her a quitter after one move and the equivalent of a sex position.

That respite lasted a mere moment, long enough for her to push up onto her fists and start to rise, not desiring to linger exposed on her stomach even with the two of them in a soft reset. She turned herself over, and with him still near her feet, she threw out both feet to catch him with a mini-dropkick and put more distance between them - perhaps not the best choice in a match where close contact resulted in victory, but she wanted that close contact on her terms.