Jumping in the Deep End

[Liesmith]

Tris didn’t offer any resistance as Keith very gingerly went about removing her legs from his lap, though she could see him struggling regardless. Struggling perhaps with the urge to turn his touch into a caress, struggling maybe with worrying about how she’d take his presumption. But she didn’t help him either, letting him do all the work of clearing her sculpted calves off his lap.

Though she had to glance down to hide her amusement at the way he shot up off the couch immediately afterwards. Perhaps she’d been having more of an effect than she’d realised?

Well, that was fun to know if so. Something worth pursuing.

Honestly, Tris didn’t know what she’d been expecting when she asked Keith to introduce her to the watermelon. Him drawing a dumb-ass face and calling it Larry? Happy to admit that she’d not seen that one coming.

“Finally a Tiktok trend I understand,” Tris deadpanned as she rose to her feet and made her way over to the covered area with a pointed sway of her hips, “I’d say it’s nice to meet you, Larry but I figure the pleasure’s going to be all mine…”

Ok. So. How was she doing this? Right, simple was best…

Tris settled down on the towel, careful to keep ‘Larry’ between her and the camera as she scooted up until she had it as high between her thighs as possible. The redhead took a moment to correct its position before crossing her ankles in a slow, sinuously practiced motion.

Then she flicked a glance up at Keith, ensuring that her legs were still visibly loose around the fruit – not applying pressure yet beyond what she needed to hold the melon in place, casually brushing her hair back with a hand as she smiled.

“Time me?” Tris inquired playfully.

[BlackAkuma]

And that was how Keith became the first man in history to willingly get Tris off his lap.

It was a bit awkward, but it had to be done. As much as he would’ve loved, dearly, to let her legs lie there for all eternity, there was important work to be done, and they needed to move the show along. There would be no small amount of sexiness and body-on-body content in due time, so he knew his audience would be getting their fill soon, anyway.

There hadn't been much thought to naming the watermelon, just a fun thing he did off the cuff. Goofy, but screw it, he could be goofy every now and then, no harm there. To her credit, Tris went along with the bit well enough.

Keith moved around her, getting the best vantage point for himself that didn’t interfere with the view, as his cameraman zoomed in.

”I got you.” He whipped out his phone and dialed up the clock app. ”On three. One, two…three!”

Keith hit the button, stepped back, and prepared for the magic to occur.

[Liesmith]

She was going on three then.

Tris made a final adjustment, took a breath and…

She squeezed.

Lips pressed together, eyes closed and eyebrows canted high, leaning back on her hands for leverage as she thrust her hips up. Her pale thighs – already thick – flexed thicker still as the powerful muscles of her quads and hamstrings flared to life beneath smooth curves.

But it was her steel-cable adductors that did the damage, biting into the hard rind of the melon so that it cracked apart along the midline, yawning wide like a crimson smile where it faced Tris.

Near-instantly, the rest of the fruit gave way with a soft, mushy pop, disintegrating like wet paper under the awful pressure exerted by the redhead’s thighs. Red pulp cascaded over Tris’ leg, suddenly wet with juice, leaving the scene like something from a horror film as the fragments of the shell fell to the floor.

The Brit beauty herself just looked down at what she’d done, lips curled in a self-satisfied smirk. Relaxed now, one leg fully extended and the other casually bent at the knee, she glanced up at Keith – looking to see his reaction.

“Oops.”

Tris, for the record, didn’t sound even remotely sorry as she picked up a fragment of the melon and smugly tossed it into her mouth.

There. Nothing to worry about – well, nothing for her to worry about at least.

[BlackAkuma]

It was funny. Keith knew she could do this. Didn’t doubt it. If he had any doubts, he wouldn’t have brought it up in the first place. He knew enough about Tris and what her legs could do that he was 100% sure that she would crush the watermelon, and it wouldn’t be one of those awkward moments he would need to edit out later.

And yet, it still kind of surprised him, somehow. Damn.

There was something surreal about just watching her legs crush into the watermelon, pulping it like that without even really trying too much. He could see the way her legs swelled, the curves, the tightness, and for an instant, she almost looked bulletproof. It was mesmerizing, hypnotic, and if we were being honest? More than a little scary.

All at once, the resistance ended and the watermelon surrendered to her thighs, utterly overwhelmed. Keith couldn't help a whooping cry as she cracked it, laughing as he tapped his phone. ”Six seconds, flat! Nice.”

Keith took another towel and crouched down beside her. He handed it to her with one hand, then got his own slice. ”Impressive. Damned impressive.” He joined her in the feast and took a few nibbles at the chunk and spat out a side to the side. ”But I think it’s time to see how well you do with someone who can put up a fight.”

Keith brought out that competitive edge in his voice - aggressive, eager, energetic. [color=#8000000]“You ready?”[/color]

[Liesmith]

Six seconds. For her first time?

That didn’t sound bad to Tris, who quite honestly in the flush of victory was working hard not to cackle. Not laugh, outright cackle like a fairytale witch.

It was just so satisfying. Not the same as getting her legs around a proper opponent and feeling the desperation as their hands slapped feebly at her thighs, seeing the panic in their eyes as the walls closed in.

But fun because it let her cut loose in a way she’d never get to do with a person, unless she was willing to risk doing serious damage.

Fun enough that she’d be trying it again sometime. Six seconds – she was already thinking she could cut that down… Could have today, if she’d not hesitated for a second, if she’d gone all in from the start…

Taking the towel from the blond, Tris went about mopping as much of the wreckage off her as she could while putting on a show for the cameras (and the host) she knew were watching. Because of course they were.

But the redhead paused, tilting her head slightly with a sharp little grin playing across her lips as Keith spoke up again.

“Yeah?” Her tongue flicked over her upper lip as she ran a hungry stare over him, appetite merely whetted by her devastation of the melon, “Think you’re going to do any better than the dear, departed Larry, luv?”

[BlackAkuma]

There was only one way for Keith to find out, wasn’t there?

”We’ll see.” He returned her smirk and winked to the camera. ”After these messages.”

A few minutes later and the two of them found themselves outside, on a wide set of mats he had set up next to his pool. While they could’ve done this inside, Keith was banking on the Japanese weather to blow in his favor today, and that gamble paid off. It was sunny, but not too sunny, with a light breeze wafting over the area. They had a great view of the Japanese coastline from her, and you could even taste the sea on your tongue.

The sun was shining, the birds were singing. You couldn't for a better day to get your head crushed.

Keith came strolling out with his hands raised and arched behind his back, getting in some stretches as he made his way over to the mats. His camera crew was almost finished getting set up, and he was ready for them - the shirt was off, revealing the lean, fit body he spent no small amount of time and money cultivating, and he’d opted to go barefoot with some black jogging shorts, one that had a little drawing of a fox running along the side. Available on www.foxshop.com, buy now and use the code ‘Tris’ to get 30% off your first purchase.

Keith was good to go. Now, they just needed the woman of the hour…

[Liesmith]

Advert breaks. Ugh, was there anything more annoying?

Well, it didn’t take much to think up a few but Tris still loathed them – as if she’d be pathetic enough to fall for the blatant con-jobs that littered most adverts, like the sheep.

At least this time, she was on the right side of the cameras for once. Not to mention that now it was the fun part of the interview.

Despite having seen the ring out back as she came up the path, Tris hadn’t really thought they’d be doing this outside. It was a good day for it though and she found herself enjoying the sun on her skin as she waited off screen for her cue.

Nice of them to let her make a proper entrance. And it gave her a chance to eat some eye candy as Keith stepped up, wearing perhaps more fabric in his shorts than what Tris’ sports bra and bottoms combined (though, for the nonce, she still wore her dress).

His body was what she’d expected. Nicely toned and balanced, strong shoulders and a set of abs she was already looking forward to squeezing. No unsightly slabs of muscle or flab to be seen. And he looked confident, at ease in his own skin. Always attractive, much as Tris did enjoy breaking a man in.

Ah, it was her turn.

It was with a predatory saunter that Scylla stepped onto the mats, bare feet making little sound on the mats as she padded over, tapping a finger to her chin as she made a production of inspecting Keith.

“My turn.” That was all she said.

A flick of a finger dislodged one strap from her shoulder. Then the other.

Slowly, Tris started to sway her curvy hips from side to side, running her hands down her flanks until she could grasp her dress by the hem.

Then, in one sensual motion, the redhead drew it up and over her head, tossing it off to the side.

It left her standing there wearing a simple black sports bra straining to contain her plentiful bust and a pair of matching workout panties, the latter stretched taut across the swell of her curvaceous, thickly muscled hips and glutes.

Lips parted, quirked in a playful smirk, Tris tossed her ponytail back over her shoulder and turned in a leisurely circle to let Keith – and the audience at home – take in the view. Naturally pausing halfway through so that she could deliver a teasing slap to her own plush ass as she went.

No words needed.

[BlackAkuma]

And there was Tris. Huh. She was still wearing her outfit from before, why hadn't she changed into something more comfortable? It was nice, but not really what they were going for with this.

…oh. Oh.

Keith had been watching from the other side of the mats while Tris made her entrance. Now that he thought about it, he shouldn’t have been too surprised that she would want to make a show out of it, play things up for effect. Given her profession, showmanship was a big part of the game, and that certainly wasn’t about to change now that she was becoming a pro wrestler.

But even so, he wasn’t quite expecting…this. He watched as she slowly - sensually, seductively, sinfully - peeled that dress off like a snake shedding its skin, letting it glide over her as she revealed the sinuous body beneath. Keith shouldn’t be surprised by anything she had - after all, he was no stranger to fit, attractive women. But it was the way she carried herself, like she was the sexiest thing walking God’s green earth, that enhanced the package.

He was impressed, and he wasn’t the only one. A quick glance over his shoulder saw his crew gawking and gasping. Even the female ones.

Keith looked on as she made her way over, with an appropriate slap on her ass along the way. Whatever was about to happen, it would be nowhere near as hard as the fight he waging right now, as he resisted the urge to stare.

”Right. Well.” He took a moment to straighten up and compose himself, then made his way over to the center of the mat. ”Let’s kick this off, shall we?” He stepped back and gave her the space to take the lead. ”How do you usually kick these things off?”

[Liesmith]

Tris usually approached training with a very different mindset (not to mention outfit).

But then this wasn’t really training, whatever Keith and Agent Bitchy wanted to call it. Ok, maybe it was a bit about getting Blondi Bear used to rolling on the mats but mostly it was about putting on a show.

And, while she might not know much about being a qualified BJJ instructor or whatever, Tris knew better than most (better than anyone, she’d argue) how to put on a show. How to make sure every eye was fixed on her, even when she wasn’t trying anything like her hardest.

It meant that there was a little, self-satisfied curl to her lip as she sauntered over to the centre of the mats, aware of the various reactions all the way. She just couldn’t help herself feeling smug, even if she knew she ought to be playing it down.

Damn, she was good. Or bad.

Which left them on the brink of starting, whereupon Keith did the gentlemanly thing and got out of her way. Nice of him to save her the effort of taking the lead, she supposed.

Though, again, it left her pondering what he really wanted her to say or do here. She didn’t really do ‘these things’, where she felt like she was in some weird liminal space between training and competitive and… well, what guys usually wanted from her.

So, perhaps understandably, she fell back on what she knew.

“First,” Tris said softly, hip cocked to the side, “You get on your knees, luv.”

A tilt of her chin indicated the mat before her, eyebrows quirked expectantly at Keith as she waited to see what he’d do.

Be a good boy and do as he was told? That’s where Tris’ money was anyway.

[BlackAkuma]

On some level, Keith knew this shouldn’t have been a big deal to him. He’d already wrestled with women before. Beautiful women. Not as much as Tris had in her career, sure, but it was already long past the point where the notion held any novelty to him. Even before that, it wasn’t as if he was a stranger to the notion of rolling around with a woman and getting a bit sweaty.

And yet, as he and Tris moved into position and prepared to engage, there was a little something making his heart quicken. Excitement? Maybe. A warning? Also maybe.

It made for a fun little puzzle to ponder, as he followed her instruction and dropped to his knees in front of her. Like this, the contrast between them was made stark - he was no bodybuilder, but the upper body advantage was all his.

Lower body, though…

He did his best to keep his gaze northward as they squared off, and mirrored her position - knees spread, hunched forward. There was no bell to ring here, but he figured he could take a cue from here. Fingers wiggling, lurching forward, he prepared to press forward and lock horns, already trying to figure out what would be the best strategy.

Likely one that involved him staying the hell away from her legs, though he had a feeling that would be far easier said than done.