The Education of Desdemona Belti, Part 8 - Ayumi Tanaka

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type: Livestream Match
Victory Conditions: Best four out of five falls. The livestreaming crowd will determine each fall’s victory condition via an online poll.

See? This was why Dizzy hated coming early to stuff. Waiting was so boring.

Showing up to this match hadn't been her idea, really, just the way things shook out. While her and her mother were starting to see eye to eye on certain aspects of her private life and she was getting more space, she still felt the need to keep some distance between the two of them on her private affairs, coming up with excuses, if only to keep her mother’s sanity intact. Best she not know that her daughter was leaving at night to take place in extremely lewd and licentious sex battle.

Today’s excuse was a good one - a trip to the Ueno Zoo, to see their new penguin exhibit, which meant she had to leave early to make the story work. It helped that the penguin exhibit wasn’t made up, and Dizzy would’ve actually loved to go see it - she was a big fan of penguins, as her penguin bedsheets, penguin stuffed dolls and multiple copies of Happy Feet would’ve clued anyone into. She would definitely go some other time.

Just not today, because today she had something more pressing to deal with: Ayumi Tanaka, the Velvet Vice.

There was only one thing that Dizzy loved more than penguins, and that was porn, of which she had a nearly encyclopedic knowledge. Sue was far more familiar with the industry than most could ever claim to be, knowing the ins and outs, the histories, the highs and lows, and could spout out more facts and details than most sane individuals could ever hope to know. Chronically online post-teen that she was, she was an avid fan - and consumer of Ayumi Tanaka, a lover of her work, and she frequently listed near the top when it came to women she wanted to meet, only surpassed by the likes of Alix Jacques. Not easy to slip into.

So, when she found out that she was being set up with an After Dark match against her? Giddiness. Sheer, horny giddiness was the only proper way she could define it, and that sensation hadn't abated during the time she learned about the match until now, when she came prancing into the chosen room for their match. Dizzy took her time to size the place up, making little notes here and there - it was funny to think that she’d been in enough of these matches that she could call herself a connoisseur.

It was a bedroom suite, made to look like something out of a fancy hotel - cozy, spacious, roomy. It actually reminded her a lot of the place that she’d spent the night with Alix in when they first met, that sort of upscale, luxurious style. There was the stupidly large bed in the center of it all, with more than enough space for two woman to roll around in whatever was they pleased, but you also had the bearskin rug, the fireplace with the roaring flames on an LCD screen, the reddish, dimmed lights lining the ceiling, the ceiling fan spinning about in a leisurely circle, and several drawers…

And then there was the camera, situated on the far side of the room, with a perfect view of the whole affair. Naturally.

Dizzy took a little stroll around the perimeter, taking a moment to pull out a drawer and see what was inside. Sure enough, she found the predictable accouterments - a whip, ropes, a vibrator, furry cuffs. She wasn’t about to look over them all right now, but it was a safe bet that she would find similar things if she did.

Dizzy decided to let it be a surprise for now, and directed her attention to a vanity mirror nearby, looking herself over, front and back. She’d gone with her

today, the Red Riding Hood look that most people recognized, figuring it was a good outfit to start in. Of course, she had something a little more interesting on underneath, but that was for Ayumi to find out. All in due time.

Satisfied with her look, she leaped back, spread her arms wide, and plopped down on the bed, getting comfortable for however long it would take her opponent to arrive. Might even be able to squeeze in a nap, if she was lucky.

[Parker]

There was a delicate rap on the door before the handle turned, the soft click breaking the hush of the suite. When the door creaked open, it was Ayumi who stepped through, wrapped in a sweeping coat of black faux fur that shimmered in the dim light. It trailed at her calves as she moved, every inch a statement of luxury and control. Whoever had pulled the wardrobe for this match clearly had a sense of humor, Red Riding Hood waiting on the bed, the Wolf stepping in through the door was a curious reversal of roles.

Ayumi didn’t rush. Bare footfalls hushed against the cushioned floors as her eyes glided across the room, making a deliberate tour of the suite. The camera, fixed high on the far wall, earned her first smile, a knowing curve of her lips, as if she were already imagining the perfect angles it would capture. But the second thing that caught her attention drew a warmer gleam: her opponent, sprawled across the master bed, red hood bright against the plush sheets.

Without a word, Ayumi closed the door behind her and crossed the space with languid ease, each step measured, feline. The coat draped modestly over her form, hiding away the shape of her beneath the fur, a tease of what was coming without giving it away. She stopped at the edge of the bed, tilting her head slightly as her gaze lingered on Dizzy.

Then, as if she owned the room and everything in it, Ayumi lowered herself down onto the mattress, the fur brushing over the sheets as she sat beside her opponent. Not a greeting. Not a word. Just the quiet weight of her presence settling in, warm and close, the wolf having found her place beside the girl in red.

Ayumi shifted her weight and, with an almost lazy grace, swung her legs up onto the bed. The long sweep of her coat parted just enough for bare skin to slip into view, smooth, toned calves gleaming softly in the dim light, the elegant taper of her ankles leading to delicate feet that pressed lightly into the mattress. There was something deliberately unhurried in the way she moved, letting Dizzy drink in every detail of her long, shapely legs as they stretched out against the pristine sheets.

She leaned back on one hand, the fur spilling wide now around her shoulders and hips as she reclined, making herself at home without hesitation. The pose was casual, but calculated, her body angling so that the line of her thigh brushed close enough to Dizzy’s side to make the air between them feel thinner, warmer.
Her eyes finally cut toward the girl in red, lips curling with the faintest smirk as if she’d been testing how long Dizzy could hold her tongue.

“What lovely eyes you have, my dear.” Her lips slowly parted to a wolfish grin.

[BlackAkuma]

”-beating you is what I do, do, do, yeah-”

Dizzy had been going through a little Netflix when she heard the quick knock at the door, and she quickly tossed her phone to the side as Ayumi stepped into the room to give the woman her full attention. While it didn’t look like the livestream was going yet - the computer near the camera on the far side of the room hadn't been set up just yet - she could tell that the camera was already going, likely to make sure that LAW got as much footage for this as possible. A good decision, too, because Ayumi was all about giving them a show.

She sat up, crossed her legs and looked on with her cutest, beaming smile as the woman turned the room into a stage, making the simply act of sitting on a bed a grand show. Her every movement seemed deliberate, careful, calcuated, as if she knew how to draw Dizzy’s eyes in an instant and manipulate them with perfect precision. The fur coat showed enough to tantalize without giving away the mystery, tempting Dizzy to try and drive her wild.

It was working. It took actual effort for Dizzy not to dive in and kick this off early, but she resisted for the moment. They had time, nothing but time.

Those lovely eyes of hers roamed over her body, traveling upwards until their gazes met. ”All the better to see you with, signora.” She bit her lip and beamed with impish glee, as she decided to kick off with a little Italian flavor. Helped to spice things up.

Dizzy reached out, brought her fingers to the woman’s offered thigh, and let her hand casually catwalk along the offered skin, strutting along on two fingers and giving herself a quick sample of the softness with every step. ”Ciao. Desdemona Belti, but called me Dizzy. Lovely meeting you.” She went a little higher up, until the fur robe blocked her path. Uncharted territory. ”I think the computer’s ready to kick the stream off whenever you are, just have to set it up on the computer when you’re ready. Whenever that might be.”

Dizzy sat back, planted her palms behind her, and stretched out of the bed, putting her body on full display for her opponent, such as it was. ”We can start this off however you like, I’ll follow your lead. For now.”

[Parker]

Ayumi’s lashes fluttered once as she felt Dizzy’s curious fingers walk their way up her thigh, the warm tickle of contact teasing at her composure. She let it linger just long enough to feed the rookie’s eagerness before her own hand was there to cut it off, not harsh, but sharp enough to send a little jolt of surprise. A playful slap to the wandering digits. Her hand followed quickly, slender fingers curling around Dizzy’s and pinching them gently between her fingers as she tugged them away with lazy grace.

“Ah, ah.” Ayumi’s voice carried the purr of velvet against skin, faint accent dipping each syllable in sweetness. “We save that for when they’re watching us. Patience makes the hunger sharper, mm?”

She leaned back onto the bed, letting her body spill into the plush mattress as if it were her rightful throne. The coat shifted with her, spilling around her like a halo of black fur, hiding everything but glimpses of skin that gleamed pale and smooth beneath. Her legs stretched out, bare and lithe, the soft arch of her feet catching in the dim light. She rolled leisurely onto her side, the cascade of lavender and neon hair slipping down her shoulder as she propped her head on one hand.

There was no rush to her movements; each shift seemed designed to mesmerize, to make Dizzy’s imagination do the heavy lifting. She smiled softly, not the smirk of a predator, but the tender curl of lips you might see from a lover waking beside you in the dawn’s early hush.

“Before we begin…” Ayumi’s tone dropped into something gentler, though no less sultry. “I’d like to know more about you. This stream will have all eyes on us, and I would hate to have to indulge my curiosity by coaxing secrets from you in the heat of the moment that you may not want the world to hear. Careless words, your little mysteries all laid bare. Doxxing a pretty girl like you mid-match would be such a shame, wouldn’t it?”

Her fingers traced absent patterns across the sheets between them, her gaze never leaving Dizzy’s face. “So, Dizzy… sate my curiosity? What does the woman beneath the hood want from this world and how did she come to share a bed with me tonight?”

[BlackAkuma]

When Dizzy’s hand was pulled away, she put on her most childish pout, looking like she’d been told to eat her peas before she had dessert - which wasn’t too far from the truth. She didn’t mind much, however. While she liked to cut to the chase, she certainly wasn’t against taking her time with a beautiful, curvaceous woman—especially one who was interested in her.

She looked on as Ayumi eased into the bed, slipping into a classic Venus poise, one that suited her well. She had a certain poise to her, the calm coolness of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted out of life. Dizzy couldn't help but think about Allie, noting all of the similarities - they both had that mature aura about them, both knew how to take their time, both spoke is this calming tone.

Oh, and they were both incredibly attractive and fulsome, though Allie’s gothness gave her a slight edge.

Dizzy breathed deep, taking in the woman’s scent, as she leaned over and laid beside. She went flat on her chest and rested her chin on her folded arms, while she idly kicked her legs up behind. ”I dunno. I kind’ve want you to coax me. At least a little bit.” She tapped her chin, thoughtful, as she considered which details to spill out. ”Let’s see, Cliff Notes. Well, I’ve traveled all over Europe. Probably had more sex before I turned twenty than most people have their entire lives. Oh, my Mom is a giant pro wrestler who would either have a heart attack or kick your head off if she knew what we were about to do.”

She chuckled at that, though it was only half a joke. After the whole Alicia accident, she’d stopped worrying that her mother would physically attack her paramours. Still, knowing she was involved in After Dark hentai matches would likely throw her into a fit. Big difference between knowing your daughter was having a lot of sex and knowing she was participating in an underground porn wrestling show.

”The woman who runs After Dark is a pretty tight friend of mine, pretty much my mentor. Part of this whole thing was a way for me to do hentai matches and keep it quiet. As for what I want…” Dizzy opened her mouth as if to answer, then closed it again, as she prepared a more thoughtful answer than the flippant one she was ready to spit out. The future wasn’t something she pondered often, preferring to take life one step at a time whenever she could. It served her well, but she knew there was some merit in considering the long-term, too.

”Easy answer? I want to have sex and have big, sexy ladies sit on my face until the day I die.” She flopped over to her back and stared at the ceiling as she crossed her fingers behind her head, looking up with a wistful glint. ”Harder answer? I think I want to be like you. Or Alix. Or Yutani. Or Viper, or…” She rolled her hand around as her list petered. She could easily go on for a while with it.

”Ever since I came to LAW, I keep running into these amazing women who just have it. It. They carry themselves like queens. If just a little bit of that rubs off on me, I’m golden.”

[Parker]

Ayumi lay still as Dizzy spoke, legs stretched and shifting languidly beneath the warmth of her fur coat, the fabric draped like a curtain over her body. She didn’t interrupt. Not once. She let the younger woman spill her thoughts, only offering the faintest, knowing smile at the playful confessions. A little tilt of her head when Dizzy pouted. A flutter of lashes when she admitted to wanting coaxing. A slow, amused exhale at the mention of her mother. Subtle gestures, each one deliberate, enough to show she was listening intently without breaking the rhythm. Ayumi heard every word.

When the brunette’s voice trailed off and her gaze drifted to the ceiling, Ayumi finally stirred. She leaned onto her side, sinking deeper into the pillows, and reached up to brush a few loose strands of hair from Dizzy’s face. Her bright eyes traced the younger woman’s outline before settling back on her features. She let a beat of silence linger between them, heavy and fragrant, like perfume.

“Mmm.” The sound purred from her throat, low and smooth. Her hand slipped free of the coat, nails dragging idly across the bedspread between them, sketching invisible lines. “You already shine, Dizzy. That hunger of yours? It’s rarer than you think… and I don’t mean just your appetite for pleasure. Most people spend their lives waiting for someone to tell them who they are. You already know what you want, even if you don’t yet know how to shape it.”

She shifted closer, not crowding, but close enough that the warmth of her body reached across the space between them. “To walk into a room and know all eyes will follow, not because of the noise you make, but because of the weight you carry…” Ayumi’s voice thinned into a whisper, silk-wrapped steel. “It takes restraint. Poise. You could achieve it, yes. But whether that will make you happy?” She tilted her head, eyes searching. “That is another question entirely.”

She let the words hang for a moment, then broke the seriousness with a sly smile. “But a sexy woman to sit on you?” Her lips curved into a husky grin as her tone dropped to a teasing murmur. “…Darling, you won’t have to wait long for that. All you ever had to do was ask.”

A pleased hum rolled from her chest as she arched her back, easing herself upright. The fur coat slipped loose, a shoulder bare beneath the dim light. With a languid twist she flipped it back up, tucking her arm inside again, then shot a look over her shoulder, mouthing a playful oops followed by a light, melodic giggle. “I think I’m ready now.”

[BlackAkuma]

Mmm. Dizzy liked this room.

A while ago, long before LAW, Dizzy’s mother had tried to set her up with a therapist or a psychologist. Dizzy didn’t know the difference, and she frankly didn’t care enough to remember it. It hadn't worked, anyway, at least not in the way that her mother had clearly wanted. She was looking for someone to ‘fix’ Dizzy, to try and straighten her out and put her on the usual path for girls her age.

The only problem was that she wasn’t a normal girl - she was a globetrotter, she’d already seen half the world before she was old enough to drink in most of the countries she went to, not that that would stop her from doing it. They wound up cancelling the session after the third one, when Dizzy decided to have some fun by crying about an entirely made-up incident from her childhood involving a parrot and a slinky. Dizzy thought it was funny. Her mother was much less amused, especially after the bill.

If it had been like this, though, maybe she would’ve gotten better results. It was oddly calming just sitting here and talking to someone like this—a fresh voice, unbiased and unburdened. She felt like she could’ve sat here and listened to Ayumi for hours, as she broke things down with the lilting, succubus voice of hers.

But that wasn’t why they came here, now was it?

The soft smile that Dizzy carried by default twisted into something lewder as Ayumi expressed her interest in kicking things off, a feeling she shared. She licked her lips, hopped off the bed, and promptly made her way over to the computer, kicking her shoes off as she went.

”So am I. Though I want to hear a little about you, too, and not just the stuff I could get off the Wiki. It can wait, though. After I win.” She winked back towards Ayumi, then spun about and started up the computer, which was already humming and good to go—650 viewers, climbing higher by the second. Nice.

”Let’s see, let’s see…ah. First poll is up, good.” She leaned over the table, making sure to shake her butt about as she did. Multitasking with her debauchery. ”Results are: 12% for a Tickle Match, thank god, hate being tickled. 24% for ice cream wrestling. 30% for Reverse Hentai. Not sure what that is, honestly. And the winner, at 33%...”

Dizzy spun about and flicked off her hoodie, letting Ayumi see her full, smiling face. With a quick flick on the keyboard, the camera came to life, and they linked up with the world, viewed by thousands of horny and well-paying fans.

”Smother KO. Woe is me.” She whistled and skipped back to the bed, where she happily took up position on the far end away from Ayumi, kneeling on the sheets. She stretched out a bit as she eyed her opponent, making sure to get limber. Thankfully, she’d gotten a good drink of water before coming here. They were about to get sweaty.

”Introductions to the audience first, or right into it? I’m good either way, signora.”

[Parker]

Ayumi lounged back into the pillows as Dizzy flitted about the room, her movements quick and playful, every bounce and sway like a firework against the deliberate calm that Ayumi carried. From her vantage, she watched in silence, lips curved into the faintest smile. The younger woman’s energy was infectious, but more importantly, it was genuine. Dizzy wanted to be here, and that always made for the best kind of match, the sort that left both their audience and their opponent aching for more.

Her lashes lowered as she tracked the little show of shaking hips when Dizzy leaned into the desk, her nails tapping lightly against the sheets in a quiet rhythm, as if to applaud the brunette’s instinct to perform. Ayumi’s hum was deep, smooth, and approving.

When the poll results came through and Dizzy sang out the winner, Ayumi’s smile widened into something just shy of a smirk. Smother KO. Of course. Destiny had a sense of humor.

Dizzy rejoined her on the bed, bright-eyed and eager, her question hanging in the air. Introductions, or no?

Ayumi let the pause linger, then shook her head ever so slightly. Her voice came out velvet-rich, resonant enough to carry yet intimate enough to feel like a secret. “Introductions? ...No need.”

moved her fingers with a slow, deliberate grace as she reached for the fur lining at her hip. A single tug, and the coat parted, slithered loose from her shoulders, gliding down her frame like spilled ink until it pooled around her on the satin sheets.

The reveal was deliberate, unrushed. Black lace clung to her body like a lover’s touch, the fine fabric molded to her abundant curves with sculpted precision. Every dip and swell was framed with decadent detail: delicate fur trim brushing the edges of her bra cups, the curve of her waist cinched by lace, a soft black collar of fur curling at her throat like a crown. The contrast of textures, silk, lace, fur, skin, drew the eye in endless directions, each promising more than could be absorbed in a single glance.

Ayumi arched her back just enough to let her chest rise, the subtle flex accentuating her fullness without a single wasted motion. Her thighs shifted against the sheets, bare skin sliding against satin, her frame settling in a pose that was somehow both statuesque and inviting.

Her eyes found Dizzy’s, steady, molten, amused. She let her hand trail idly down her side, pausing at the flare of her hip before splaying her fingers against the bedspread, anchoring herself in a pose that radiated quiet dominance as she moved with feline grace to prowl on hands and knees. “Don’t leave us all waiting for what comes next, Dizzy.”

[BlackAkuma]

Frankly, Dizzy wasn’t surprised by the choice. If anything, she was surprised it was so low - Smother KO was the clear way to kick this off. Just look at her.

That was precisely what Dizzy did, too - intensely, intently, intimately - as the woman finally let that fur coat slide off of her body, shedding it like a cocoon and revealing the beauty underneath. Needless to say, this wasn’t the first time Dizzy had seen this woman in such attire…or less. She could go online and find no shortage of similar pics, though at least half of them would be AI, most likely.

But there was a difference, a real difference, between watching this woman on screen and seeing her. It wasn’t just the sight of Ayumi that drew her in, it was the sensation of her. The moment she exposed herself, the room changed its rhythm and the air changed its flow, as if she radiated a raw heat. It wasn’t wholly new to her; she had felt a similar sort of pressure the moment Yutani Oshima entered the room in their match. But this was less oppressive, less dominating, less regal. More like a magnetism. This unseen force that pulled her in.

Dizzy, never subtle, leaned forward and took in the whole sight of her. Their bodies stood in perfect contrast to each other - hers, lithe and curvaceous and inviting, while Dizzy’s was a thin frame, flesh and bone with some muscle packed in here and there. She reminded her a little of Alicia, though Ayumi wasn’t quite as tall as her favorite potential paramour. A heavyweight, certainly, while Dizzy was about as small as a lightweight could be. Taking her head on was doomed to fail.

Dizzy could not have conceivably cared less. Not about that, anyway.

Her only thought, as Ayumi taunted her and beckoned her on, was to close the gap as fast as humanly possible, and that was precisely what she did. She scrambled along the bed, dashed in, and brought her hands up to grapple with the woman in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, locking horns right away for a test of strength. It wouldn’t work, she knew that, but it was the perfect excuse to feel Ayumi’s power, to press their bodies together, to bring her lips to the woman’s neck and taste the skin with light dabs of her tongue.

[Parker]

Ayumi met Dizzy’s rush without flinching. The moment the younger woman flung herself forward into the collar-and-elbow, Ayumi’s hands rose to receive her, fingers threading tight around slender arms and shoulders. The bed dipped beneath their combined weight, the satin sheets wrinkling, but the older woman’s body didn’t give an inch more than she allowed.

Dizzy pushed hard, Ayumi could feel the strain humming in those wiry muscles, the eager tension in every line of her body, but the Velvet Vice didn’t just resist. She pressed back, deliberately, every movement a reminder of the gulf between them. Her curves surged against Dizzy’s frame as if they were an inevitable tide, each shift carrying a little more pressure, a little more presence.

“Mhmm!” Ayumi purred through a chuckle at Dizzy promptly took an opportunity within their closeness to leave a kiss on the collar. Grappling her was like wrangling a little ball of electricity for what she lacked in raw muscle, she made up for in spirited energy.

With a sharp twist of her hips, Ayumi redirected the struggle with effortless precision, her body moving as though the clash had always been choreographed to favor her. Dizzy’s resistance barely slowed her; the veteran’s strength and control were absolute. The mattress dipped violently beneath them as Ayumi surged forward, sweeping the younger woman along the satin sheets. In one swift arc that ended in a merciless shove, she drove Dizzy’s back against the headboard, the wooden frame rattling under the sudden impact. Pillows burst free and toppled across the bed, a storm of silk and feathers swirling around them as Ayumi loomed above her captive.

With that, Ayumi twisted her hips and yanked, using every ounce of leverage her height and weight afforded her. The bed creaked as she powered through Dizzy’s resistance, sweeping the girl across the sheets and backward in a sudden, forceful shove that sent them crashing toward the headboard. The pillows scattered, the headrest groaned under the impact, and Ayumi pressed in close, her curves molding into Dizzy’s slender frame, an avalanche of heat and softness that pinned her where she sat.

“Mmm… ah, there we are.” Ayumi’s voice was velvet dipped in smoke, her words both soothing and merciless. Her free hand captured Dizzy’s bicep and pinned it to the headboard with casual strength, locking her in place with no hope of escape. Then, with a sudden lunge, her lips claimed the side of Dizzy’s neck in a swift, hungry kiss. And then again. And again. Each press was sharper, more insistent, like the strike of a cobra sinking in its venom, not to kill, but to weaken, to overwhelm, to make resistance feel foolish.

The young woman’s body jolted under the onslaught, the bed shivering beneath them, every motion grinding them closer together. Ayumi’s sly smile curved against Dizzy’s skin between kisses, savoring not just the domination itself, but the knowledge that this was exactly what her enthralled little opponent had come here for. Ayumi's onslaught of kisses came to a sudden end as she mashed her body up against Dizzy, breathing heavily in her ear.

"I'm going to take you, but I'm merciful..." Her cheek pressed against the smaller woman's as her tongue dragged itself up her jawline, curling around the edge of her ear. "Which end of the axe do you want, Dizzy." Her voice was low and husky as she said the other girl's name, lips tugging at the girl's earlobe, teeth gingeringly nibbling as she threw her body forward in another grind to rattle the bed.