An Affair at the Gym - Calistra Etoile & Britanny Yse

[NotoriousGoddess]

It had only been a few months since the Starscourge had stepped into the spotlight of LAW, but Calistra had been thriving. Every match, every challenge had become a stage for her radiance. Her reputation skyrocketed almost overnight, the self-proclaimed saints and righteous heroines she crushed only fueled her growing legend in the arena. She was both feared and respected throughout the federation, a force that commanded attention wherever she went. Yet beyond the glory and spectacle of her wrestling career, Calistra's sharp business acumen shone just as brightly. A venture capitalist at heart, she wasted no time turning the ring into a field of opportunities. Building connections, forming partnerships, and expanding her influence within LAW's walls, Calistra was quickly becoming as powerful behind the scenes as she was inside the ring.

The Radiant Starscourge!

Despite her growing success and influence, Calistra never allowed herself to grow complacent at all. Success never dulled her hunger. After all, even a queen needs to keep her throne polished. The Starscourge's drive demanded constant refinement of body, mind, and brand. Which was why, on a quiet afternoon, she found herself back in LAW's private gym, the faint scent of iron and chalk filling the air as she began another session, sculpting perfection.

She adjusted the straps on the heavy cable machine, her long, toned arms flexing as she prepared for another set. Each movement was precise, deliberate, showcasing the balance of strength and sensuality. The rise and fall of her chest, the sway of her hips with each rep, drew the eye in ways that were impossible to ignore. Her thick and powerful legs anchored her firmly while beads of sweat traced down to her ripped abdomen and along her curves.

After several sets, Cali finally set the weights down, the clink of the metal echoing through the quiet gym. She leaned against the rack, reaching for her water bottle, the cool liquid sliding past her lips as she took a sip. Her chest rose and fell with controlled breaths. She wasn't even tired, and even when she was sitting idly, she radiated dominance and allure like a goddess in repose. Her body was glimmering underneath the lights as she adjusted her posture, eager to go again.

"I do wonder who my next challenge would be..."

[Bearhug Goddess]

LAW gym was pretty quiet these days, at the same time, Britanny didn't train at peak times. She liked to be discreet about this kind of thing, after all, she was a popular star in LAW who had nothing left to prove, except tonight in the ring, in promo, or outside of LAW. Ojou's popularity was unmatched, everyone knew her whether as a boxer, a wrestler or as a CEO and stylist. But while the Frenchwoman was practicing lifting weights, metallic noises attracted her attention. She turned around to see who this other person was in the gym working out... And she released her weights as she noticed who the person in front of her was.

A resplendent woman and surely as famous as her, because of her beauty and her strength. A second ojou, shining in the shadows.... Calistra Star. Obviously Britanny knew this person, after all, the two women worked in the same field but in different positions and companies. The temptation was too strong, the ojou with long white hair approached this new lady without hesitation to get to know her... In her own way.

"Ooohohohoh!~"

Britanny moved a little too close to the new wrestler, pressing their chests together, pressing her gaze against hers and displaying a rather amused and dominant smile. After all, Britanny was more popular, she had to show that LAW was her territory... Although she wasn't trying to be hostile.

"My my, you are the real Calistra Etoile, hmm? I imagined you... More impressive~"

Britanny

[NotoriousGoddess]

The faint clatter of released weights barely registered over the thrum of the cable machine Calistra had just finished punishing. She took another slow, measured sip of water, the cool liquid a temporary balm against the sterile gym air. Then came the sound – a laugh that was sharp, rich, and dripping with practiced amusement: "Ooohohoh!~"

Calistra didn’t startle. She turned, water bottle in hand, her gaze coolly appraising as the figure approached. Britanny Yse. Even without the hype, the reputation preceded her – the owner of the Yse brand. The long white hair, the aura of effortless dominance… a striking figure, certainly, but Calistra measured worth in more tangible currency: influence, strategic acumen, and the sheer will to dominate.

Before she could offer even a greeting back to her, Britanny closed the distance, invading Calistra’s personal space with the deliberate confidence of someone accustomed to ownership. The press of their chests was firm, Britanny’s bountiful assets meeting Calistra’s own sculpted curves directly. The intensity of the gaze locked onto hers was electric, the amused, dominant smile a clear challenge.

Calistra’s own lips curved into a slow, deliberate smile. She didn’t recoil. Instead, she leaned into the contact ever so slightly, her posture unbroken, radiating an unshakeable calm that bordered on arrogance. The heat of Britanny’s exertion mingled with Calistra’s own disciplined glow, a silent testament to the power contained within both frames.

"Britanny Yse," Calistra purred, her voice a low, smooth contralto that cut through the gym's quiet without raising in volume. She set the water bottle down on the nearby rack with a soft click, the movement unhurried. "A pleasure. Your reputation precedes you, naturally." Her gaze drifted deliberately over Britanny’s face, lingering for a fraction of a second on the other woman’s lips before snapping back to her eyes, a flicker of unmistakable flirtation beneath her poised exterior. "Though I must admit," she continued, the vowel sounds elongated with smug amusement, "I find your belief… biased. 'More impressive'?" A soft chuckle escaped her. "Presentation does not define power, Miss Yse... After all, I think my work speaks for itself, yes?~"

She let the weight of her words – the subtle reminder of her dominion outside the ring – hang in the air for a beat. Calistra’s own smile sharpened, a quiet threat wrapped in velvet. "As for LAW… consider this a friendly visit to a… subsidiary. I do enjoy exploring new ventures~" She shifted her weight slightly, the movement highlighting the powerful lines of her shoulders and legs against Britanny's press, a silent counterpoint to the attempted claim of space. "Though I appreciate the welcome. This gym could use a bit more ambiance..." Her eyes softened, calm and smug beneath the sheen of sweat, gazing deep into her peer's as their bodies pressed firmly together.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Obviously, Calistra knew what a formidable person Britanny Ysé was, and that simply made the Frenchwoman smile. She remained smiling for several long seconds, a long moment that the woman opposite her took advantage of to talk on and on, explaining why she was there, what she thought of the girl with the long white and blue hair, and stroking the Frenchwoman's ego... But never once responding to her provocation.

"Mmmmh~"

Britanny remained silent for a few more seconds, stepping back slightly, just enough so that her chest was no longer pressed against Calistra's, and raising her hands to caress the body of the woman in front of her. These weren't sensual caresses, at least that wasn't the intention; Britanny was simply stroking Calistra's shoulders, arms, and hips to better assess her muscles.

"Mmmm... I think you mostly need to intensify your training. You're not going to be a very great wrestler with muscles that small and weak... At least, if that's your goal, that is?~"

[NotoriousGoddess]

A low, rich chuckle rumbled in Calistra’s chest as Britanny’s hands began their "assessment." The touch was almost dismissive, but Calistra remained perfectly still. She allowed the exploration, her expression shifting from amused indulgence to one of cool, appraising interest. It was a power play, a transparent attempt to diminish, and Calistra found it almost quaint.

When Britanny finally delivered her verdict, stepping back to create a sliver of space between them, Calistra’s smile didn’t falter. If anything, it grew sharper, more predatory. She tilted her head, her long, dark hair cascading over one shoulder, her eyes glinting with a dangerous light.

"Small and weak?" she echoed, the words dripping with honeyed venom. She took a deliberate step forward, reclaiming the space Britanny had just vacated, closing the distance until their faces were mere inches apart once more. The air between them crackled. "My dear Britanny, you confuse refinement for fragility. A common error for those who rely only on brute force~" She teased.

Calistra slowly, deliberately, raised her own arms, flexing them with controlled grace. The cords of muscle stood out in sharp relief beneath her smooth, sweat-glistened skin, a testament to countless hours of disciplined exercise, giving Britanny more accurate data on how she was built.

"Every muscle is a tool," she continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that somehow carried more weight than a shout. "I don't need to be an ox to shatter my opponents. I prefer precision. It's far more... elegant, wouldn't you agree?~"

She let her arms fall back to her sides, her posture relaxed but radiating an undeniable aura of contained strength. "But your concern for my career is... touching. It speaks of a competitive spirit. One I can appreciate." Her gaze swept over Britanny, a look that was both challenging and intrigued. "Tell me, Miss Yse. With your... robust... physique and your undisputed tenure here, what do you consider I should do?~"

[Bearhug Goddess]

Calistra did not seem affected by Britanny's provocations, who was nevertheless known to make the most calm and kind women lose their means and patience! She knew just by looking at her that her comrade was strong, she was even bigger than her!... Maybe she should teach her a good lesson rather than trying to tickle her.

"Mhhh, I like the way you think...~"

The long white and blue haired ojou caressed the black and cyan haired ojou's body up and down until she grabbed Calistra's hips. A small smile appeared on the face of the Frenchwoman who carried her comrade rather easily, turning around elegantly to pin Calistra against the back of the bench press but also to crush her with a Body Press!

"...But elegance isn't everything! My little sister is elegant and yet, I'm not sure she can dump you like I just did~"

As their faces approached dangerously close, reaching the limit of sensuality, Britanny stood up rather quickly to sit astride Calistra's hips, devouring her with her gaze, always accompanied by her mischievous smile.

"You still haven't had your first match in LAW, am I wrong? You still have a lot to prove if you want to reach my popularity or my level. I'm a feared and respected top carder, oohohoh!~"

[NotoriousGoddess]

The world tilted. A gasp, sharp ad involuntary, was the only sound Calistra uttered as Britanny's strength took hold. Her feet left the floor, she herself felt a dizzying weightlessness as she was carried by Britanny's thick, plush arms onto the bench press seat. There was no time to make a witty comeback as the cool metal met her back, driving the air from her lungs in a soft, barely audible "oof."

Britanny's body descended onto hers after, a warm and heavy weight that pinned Calistra against the metal. A body press, how nice. Their bodies were flush from chest to hip, the heat of Britanny's exertion seeping through her attire, mingling with Calistra's own. For a moment, Cali was aware of every point of contact—the firmness of Britanny’s breasts against her own, the powerful thighs caging her in, the sheer, overwhelming presence of the woman holding her captive.

Her heart hammered against her ribs like a drum against the press of Britanny's body. Her face was inches from hers when she heard what she said, that mischevieous smile filling her vision whole. The proximity was very intoxicating. Just as Calistra's mind began to wander, thinking of a counter or something, Britanny moved again. The pressure lessened, with Britanny rising up, and in a fluid motion, settled astride Calistra's hips, straddling her on the bench.

Calistra found herself looking up at the other woman, her own body beneath her newfound rival. The other Frenchwoman sat perched on her like a queen on her throne, her gaze devouring Calistra's.

But, Calistra was not one to simply accept a throne beneath another's.

Her response was immediate and deliberate. She did not continue to lie, instead, she planted her feet against the floor firmly, and, with a powerful flex of her core and glutes, drove her hips upwards in a slow, strong press, communicating to Britanny that Calistra wasn't just going to take it!

Simultaneously, her arms shot up, seizing Britanny by the waist. They clamped onto her hips with a squeeze of surprising strength, her arms flexing as they wrapped up securely around her. She herself rose, Britanny sitting on her lap while she applied a firm squeeze, grinding their two bodies together from their breasts to their abs, allowing Calistra to feel and get to know this stranger better.

"Is that so~?" Calistra's voice was a low purr. "A top carder who resorts to shots like these when people are working out, hmm? How... quaint."

She gave a slight shrug, "You mistake my lack of a LAW match for a lack of experience, mon amie," she continued, her smile sharpening.

[Bearhug Goddess]

It didn't take long for Calistra to straighten up, forcing Britanny to slide until she was sitting on the bench press, facing her teammate who was sitting in the same way. The French woman's passivity gave Calistra time to wrap her powerful arms around Britanny's hips, forcing her closer until their bodies were pressed tightly against each other.

"Ooohhh...~"

The girl with the long white and blue hair completely gave in, letting herself be squeezed against her opponent's body while maintaining a rather satisfied smile. She wasn't used to being the one caught in a bear hug, but she liked her opponent's audacity and the challenge.

"My dear Calistra... Just because you're a little strong and as elegant as me doesn't mean I won't crush you if you ask me to...~"

The French woman's arms slowly wrapped around Calistra's waist until Britanny grasped her elbows. She puffed out her chest to make her breasts appear larger and, in turn, squeezed her teammate in a little bear hug duel, sighing long and sensually with pleasure.

"I'm ready to crush you, dominate you, and publicly humiliate you if you don't want to admit that there's a huuuuuuge gap between us~"

[NotoriousGoddess]

The low, sensual sigh that escaped Britanny's lips as well as Calistra's as her arms tightened was a sound of pure challenge to Cali. It wasn't a sound of pain or discomfort. Calistra felt the pressure around her own waist a moment later, Britanny's strong arms encircling her, the grip firm. The woman did have a point; she was strong.

But, so was Calistra.

The sensation of their bodies locked together, from the firm press of their chests to the solid wall of their abs, was electric. Britanny's declaration hung in the air, thick and sweet. Calistra's own smile didn't falter.

"A huge gap, is it?" Calistra purred, her voice a resonant hum that vibrated through their mushed torsos. She could feel Britanny puffing out her chest, a provocative gesture. Calistra answered in kind, arching her spine slightly, pressing her own formidable frame and breasts forward to meet the challenge. The pressure between them intensified while Britanny was in Calistra's lap on the bench.

She felt the squeeze around her waist increase, Britanny's graps finding her elbows. Calistra's own grip, however, also controlled and crushed all the same. Her hands, which has been clamped on Britanny's hips, began to move slowly too, splaying her fingers and pressing into the firm muscle of her lower back, feeling her up as she embraced the opposition with open arms, literally.

"If you want to humiliate me in public, then you will have to earn it, although I don't think I'll let you~!"

[Bearhug Goddess]

The two women continued to challenge each other during their grappling match... And despite the pain and fatigue, it was rather enjoyable for the Frenchwoman, who remained smiling, simply sighing with pleasure, pain, and exhaustion. She wasn't used to starting duels after her training sessions, but faced with a woman as extraordinary as Calistra, she couldn't refuse such a challenge and could only appreciate the moment.

Seconds passed, and the sweat on Britanny's forehead became increasingly visible. She couldn't stay like that all day! She had no choice; she had to show her opponent that a bear hug could be perfected, and the Frenchwoman shifted slightly, rubbing her chest against Calistra's until her breasts were slightly above her opponent's, crushing them a little harder.

"Mmmm...~ And when are you going to show me this elegance, hmm?~"