What Goes Around

[BlackAkuma]

It was Saturday, around noon, and Wendy found herself sitting on another woman’s face, as usual. Specifically, Fumi's face, the same cute little thing she’d ambushed a few months earlier and subjected to special treatment. This time, Wendy had come across her while she was coming out of the showers and getting dressed; one thing led to another, and well…

She sat on the bench in the locker room, or rather, she sat on Fumi’s face, which lay on a few towels on the bench. The towels had been put there by Wendy herself, as a little act of mercy to the foxy lady, not wanting the poor thing to get concussed by having her skull pressed on the wood. Typically, she wouldn’t have cared much about protecting one of her ‘victims’, but Fumi was more willing than most and did such a good job in the role that she felt she deserved a reward.

What could she say? She was in a good mood.

Things had gone well in the past few weeks, which was saying a lot considering how the year had started. After she lost that Facesit War to Storm, she’d figured her career was essentially in the toilet, that no one would ever take her seriously again, but that turned out to be the furthest thing from the truth. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined things would go so well after the worst defeat of her career, but getting facesat into oblivion and kidnapped worked out remarkably well for her.

She had a crew now. Maybe not ‘friends’, exactly; she wasn’t ever going to take Lyssa or Storm to the bowling alley or anything, though she wouldn’t rule that out. But she had people who would watch her back as long as she watched theirs. Storm had proved that by going after Lillian Bryne, and Wendy intended to repay that favor someday.

Possibilities were opening up. Paths she never would have thought of before. All of a sudden, she felt like she could ask for more from this company. Maybe even gold…

It made her optimistic, for the first time in a long time. And you know what? Wendy kind of liked being optimistic. It worked for her. So, as she sat there, smothering Fumi and wiggling her cheeks, she had a bright, wide smile.

She gave the woman a good, hard grind before lifting off and allowing her to take in some breaths while she slipped on her black sports bra. ”Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. And…” And back down she went, letting her cheeks spread wide across Fumi’s face once more.