Three's a crowd

[hamish1024]

“Hmm, wasn’t meant to be a kink, just… a gimmick that turned out to be a lot of fun, I guess. Pretty fucking good way of bringing a bitch to heel. I’m not against other methods,” she grinned wickedly. “Maybe we should compare notes sometime.” Lyssa would have quite liked a chat with Wendy about the pros, cons, and practicalities of their respective brands of sadism, but she’d have to park it for now, since there was more pressing business to discuss.

She tapped her mouth thoughtfully as they sketched out Storm’s downfall. “Ugh, I should have known that, given the choice of having you or me as the pretend victim, you’ve picked *me* to be the bait,” she pouted in mock consternation. “Guess I walked into that one.”

Despite the verbal sparring, Lyssa was obviously quite pleased with the overall arrangement, humming happily to herself as she fetched her phone. “Right… need to look a bit roughed up…” Pausing, she looked herself over in Wendy’s wall mirror. She was still sporting a sleek and silky domineering look from the session work, which simply wouldn’t do.

“Aw, fuck it,” she shrugged, and abruptly took off her top. Her torso was now bare, apart from her choker, unabashedly exposing her pale, pert breasts. Despite pulling her vest over her head, her blue hair had hardly a strand out of place; Lyssa frowned and ran her hands through her tresses, giving herself a somewhat messier look. Finally, she rubbed her palms hard against her face, reddening her previously pale features, completing the mini makeover.

“What do you think?” she beamed. “Bit more believable that you’ve had your way with me?” she grinned.

She carried on into the bedroom, having noted Wendy’s supremely confident swagger. Being ordered onto the bed gave Lyssa pause; she didn’t want to blunder into giving more power over her than was strictly necessary.

“Positions? Um, maybe, not under you?” Lyssa retorted, an eyebrow raised as she handed Wendy her phone. “Maybe I just sit at the foot of the bed, like so…” The blue-haired girl duly sat down on the bedroom floor, resting her back against the bottom of the bedframe. “You can just, like, plant your boot across my chest, or something?” she mimed, thinking that would make a pretty good facetime shot, readying herself to play the damsel in distress.

[BlackAkuma]

Personally, Wendy wasn’t a big fan of electricity, at least when it came to her kink-related activities. In her experience, it was too damned unpredictable, which was the last thing you wanted in a controlled environment like a session. Everyone reacted differently to a shock, depending on their body type and where it was applied. You either didn’t give them enough voltage and it didn’t do jack shit, or you gave them too much, and it pushed them over the edge. Too hard to hit the safe spot.

Of course, she got the impression that the safe spot wasn’t much of a concern for Lyssa, and it wouldn’t be much of a concern for her, either. Not today, and damn sure not with Storm.

Wendy was about to share those thoughts with Lyssa, when she caught the bluenette stripping back in the living room, pulling off her top and revealing those tasty breasts beneath. While it was hardly the first time she’d seen this woman in a sexual light today, she had to admit, she appreciated the sight, and she caught herself chewing on her lips as a little thrill ran through her. She’d always been partial to the smaller ladies…

She got it together by the time Lyssa turned her way and officially presented herself, enough that she could put on a placid face with the faintest of smirks. ”Yeah,” Wendy tilted her head this way, then the other. ”Yeah, that’ll do.”

She stepped aside as Lyssa made her way into the bedroom and took up a position, sitting on the floor in front of her bed. Idly flipping through the contacts, she found Storm’s number fast enough as her partner explained her ideas for the position. Boot on the chest? Yeah, she could do that. She would make one little adjustment, though.

Wendy stepped back and slipped out of her cowboy boots, standing on the heel one of to tug her foot out, then doing the same with the other. Once she was barefoot, she kicked them off to the side, then moved in, raised her foot up, and looked like she might slam into Lyssa’s chest for a tense second. Instead, she gently lowered it to the woman’s chest, pressed it against her breasts, and gave it a soft rub, working it over with her heel. It was forceful, enough to keep the woman pinned, but not enough to hurt, really. Pleasure was the goal, not pain.

Storm probably wouldn’t be able to tell the difference, though, which was the whole point. Wendy licked her lips, held up the phone in a good position, gave Lyssa a quick wink, then made the call.

[hamish1024]

The topless Lyssa held Wendy’s gaze for a fraction of a second, searching for a reaction to her newfound ‘ravished’ look. The Southerner was coolly implacable, but Lyssa was sure she could detect a hint of animal desire in there. The petite girl’s eyes flickered back, enough to subtly signal ‘I know’. Lyssa didn’t want to trigger Wendy’s wants too intensely right now – especially since the bigger woman had a penchant for playing rough and dominant – but it was nice to know that Wendy was enjoying this as much as she was.

Lyssa loved setting traps, and was buzzing as she took a seat at the foot of the bed. She gave pause, though, when Wendy didn’t immediately follow her instruction to plant a boot on her chest. Lyssa’s brown, darkly-lined eyes narrowed as Wendy stopped to remove her footwear. In a moment of suspicion, Lyssa’s mind wandered back to the previous backstage torture, where one of the many whims she had indulged as a spot of forced foot worship on Wendy. Her heart skipped a beat, concerned that the Southerner was planning to go off-script for some payback.

It soon became apparent that she had different mischief in mind, with Wendy using the increased sensitivity and flexibility of her bare foot to work a massaging motion into the pin. Lyssa quivered as the hot, sweat-kissed sole of Wendy’s foot began to sensually knead her pert breast, just as the cowgirl hit the call button.

Lyssa gave her lip the briefest of bites. Her nipple had begun to subtly stiffen at the treatment, but she knew that she had to pull herself together now that Wendy had put her on the spot, and gone live with the facetime call to Storm…

Over at a LAW-affiliated cafeteria, Storm was enjoying a late lunch, absent-mindedly chewing down forkfuls of salad as she browed the latest wrestling news on her phone. Suddenly, the handset lit up with the call notification from Lyssa. Storm unthinkingly answered, wondering what her friend was up to now.

“Hell-ohh….” Storm spluttered as the image of Lyssa, topless, splashed across her screen. For a fraction of a second, the Scot thought her mischievous friend was trying to rope her into some impromptu phone sex, but a different picture soon emerged as she took in the details.

“Unghh!!” Lyssa coughed and convulsed, hamming up her supposed smackdown like a pro. She squirmed against Wendy’s foot, careful not to apply too much force in her pretend struggle, keeping up the illusion that she was being roughly pinned.

“Storm? Help… Wendy… at her place… she attacked me…” Lyssa forced out, in a half-choked grimace.

Storm’s face fell. She couldn’t believe that Wendy had had the fucking nerve to rekindle their feud. She’d thought they were done… after the work Storm had put in, beating down, humiliating, and outright torturing the bitch…

Actually, knowing Wendy, she could absolutely believe it. She felt a cold spasm of anger in her gut.

“WENDY!?” Storm yelled into her handset, startling quite a few of the cafeteria diners. Instinctively, the Scotswoman stood up, clutching her phone, knocking her chair back with a painful metallic scrape.

“What the fuck is this? What are you doing Wendy? You let her go right fucking now, or I will fucking annihilate you!!”

She was making quite the scene, but she did not care. Her heart was pounding, and she was already drawing up plans for violence, wondering how long it would take to get to Wendy’s apartment if she went full-tilt.

It was, safe to say, looking like the bait had been taken.

[BlackAkuma]

Despite being a self person by default, her job as a session wrestler had taught Wendy a lot about servicing others and sensing what turned them on. Most times, guys didn’t know what they wanted. Oh, they’d write some vague stuff in the emails, they’d ramble, they’d make requests, but half of it was bullshit. They would say they wanted things that absolutely turned them off, or leave out their biggest kinks, or just make shit up whole cloth.

Being good at what she did required her to know people. To read them, see what they were trying to say, not what they let slip. And with Lyssa…

She didn’t like not being in control. She was a manipulator, a schemer, and she was worried about the power she was giving Wendy in this situation. Some part of her was likely still worried that Wendy might flip the script on her and take their whole method-acting a bit too far. They could play with that.

Wendy leaned in, having some fun with Lyssa’s breast as the call came in. Sure enough, Storm popped up on the screen - looked like she was in the cafeteria, if she had to guess. Lyssa played her part, giving her best performance as a helpless, battered victim, and she pinched her nipple with her toes to help her along. And because it was fun.

What came next wasn’t surprising - yelling, screaming, threats, blah blah blah. Wendy just yawned at it and crouched down to sit on Lyssa’s lap, pinning her to the floor. Also, grinding on her lap, but Storm wouldn’t be able to see that. ”Yeah, yeah, I know. You’ll fucking kill me, you’ll destroy, rip out my guts like fuckin’ haggis or whatever you do.”

She cupped Lyssa’s chin - a little roughly, but not too hard, just going for the look - and forced her face to the side so she could lean in and run her tongue along the woman’s cheek. ”Better come over quick, bitch. I’m starting to get bored with your friend, here. Might have to try something a little creative…”

Wendy winked at the phone, then clicked off the call and sat the phone on the bed. ”And…scene. How was that?”

Notably, she was getting up just yet, and continued to idly rub her ass against Lyssa’s lap.