Jumping in the Deep End

[BlackAkuma]

Of course, the first question was about her legs. What else would they be about? Never mind asking if he was okay or anything.

Keith supposed he couldn't be too mad about that, as much as he wanted to be, since he’d kind of set himself for this fate - still it was a little hard to keep that sort of clarity with the distinct lack of breathable oxygen going on. He was less trying to escape now - because he knew that wasn’t going to happen unless he figured out how to safely to detach his skull - and more just trying to figure out a way to keep his oxygen pathways sufficiently supplied for him to breathe. The rain splashing against his face wasn’t helping, either.

”Forgive me.” He replied through his scrunched face and gritted teeth. ”By all means. Proceed.”

Keith was grateful for her easing up a bit though, letting him taking in strained breaths. It felt less like he was wearing a noose and more like a collar, the implacable strength wasn’t going anywhere. Loose iron bars were still iron bars.

”Right, next question.” The intern cleared his throat and spoke up, getting a little more comfortable, now, though he was still trying way too hard not to stare at Tris’ legs. Keith told himself that was because he couldn't’ stand to see his boss in pain. Certainly. ”Lots of calls for you to do different moves and stuff. Grapevines, figure-fours, uh…facesits. And there’s this one guy who keeps asking stuff that I’m just not going to repeat, I think the mods are going to ban him soon.”

He took a moment to wipe the phone clear, then lean in. "Here's one - BigWilly asks - 'Are you into hentai wrestling? With a body like...' And there's a thirsty emoji and an eggplant'."

While that went on, Keith tried to subtly move over to his side and reach for Tris’ ankles while she was relaxed, hoping he could pull them apart and get his freedom if he was quick enough.

[Liesmith]

“Thanks, will do,” Scylla drawled in a tone that made it clear just how little difference his permission made. Keith knew what he’d been signing up for, was going to be making plenty of dosh off her back – she didn’t feel even slightly bad ensuring that people’d be paying attention to her first and foremost.

Tris’ smile was somewhere between amused and predatory, her gaze flirting with the unblinking eye of the camera as well as the much less comfortable (or confident) gape of the poor hapless intern she’d mentally dubbed ‘Mickey Mouse’.

The stuttering, generally flailing and really bad attempts at hiding his staring at her legs were just too good. Making guys (or girls) squirm was always a kick.

Her amusement did grow a little fixed as he waffled though, running through a whole list of things people wanted to see – most of which she could have guessed without his help. So predictable! Luckily, Tris liked most of those things too but still. Questions, her guy, how hard was it to spot questions?

And… he’d done it, ladies and gentlemen.

“BigWilly,” Tris repeated, drawing it out, almost tasting the words, “Somehow I doubt it, my dude, but just keep telling yourself that.”

Now her grin was downright dirty, delightedly so.

“Anyway, hentai wrestling. Been there, done that, got the…”

She paused. Let her smirk widen teasingly.

“Well. Y’know.”

While she bantered with chat, Tris wasn’t so distracted that she missed Keith’s fumbling attempts at escape. Almost lazily, the redhead let him work her feet apart, only to throw her weight to the side as she went to sit up astride him.

Unless Keith was very quick, she’d shift forward, going to straddle his shoulders with a nice high schoolgirl pin, splaying her legs wide to trap his arms while using her hips to force his head back.

”So yeah, you could say I’m into it. Maybe you’ll get to see some of my moves sometime.”

You basement dwelling slob, she finished silently.

”Ok, we’ve got time for one more question then maybe I’ll demo some of those holds for you all…”

[BlackAkuma]

The hentai wrestling thing was something Keith was interested in, too, though even he wouldn’t have been so bold as to bring it up in conversation with a woman he’d only just met. She was certainly hot enough to do well in that league, with a body and a look and lethal legs that most women - and some men - would’ve killed for, but it would’ve been presumptuous to assume that every sexy woman was interested in doing that sort of thing.

The answer she gave was noncommittal, vague, could’ve been open to all sorts of interpretation, teasing without promising a single thing - in other words, just about the right response, one he would’ve made in her place.

He’d also kind of hoped that all this talking might’ve distracted her long enough for him to make an escape, or at least get his free of the vise. In that, he was successful. Sort of.

Beatrice uncrossed her legs, but she was already moving before he could even entertain the notion of escape. She was over him in an instant, with a movement so quick and precise he imagined she’d done it a hundred times, pinning his arms with her legs and thrusting forward to push his head back, forcing it against the mat.

As an upside, his throat wasn’t being ground to a pulp anymore, and there was less rain hitting him now. Swings and roundabouts.

”Okay, uh, one more.” The intern wiped his forehead clear of the rain and leaned forward enough to shield his screen. ”Okay, LAWless86 has one for you. ‘Have you been keeping up with the LAW roster? If so, anyone you’re looking forward to squeezing?’” He tracked further down. ”Oh, and she adds: ‘Besides Keith, of course’ And there’s a winking emoji and a watermelon.”

Hilarious. Keith would’ve been laughing, if only his airpipe wasn’t being restricted by Tris’ pelvis. Instead, he spent his time trying to plant his feet and bridge Tris off, shifting left and right and bucking hard, but it was getting increasingly hard to find footing on the wet mat, and he doubted he would’ve had all that much success if they were dry.

[Liesmith]

To nobody’s surprise, all Keith’s fumbling did was make him look like a particularly inept virgin. Lots of noise and action but getting him nowhere (other than very wet). Tris had skill, weight and thick hips on her side, all of which she used expertly to stay seated firmly atop him.

“Tsk, tsk,” Tris clicked her tongue mockingly, “Now, now LAWless – that’s two questions. Do I look like the type of girl who does twofer deals?”

The redhead sighed, let her eyes flutter shut and her shoulders slump slightly.

“… Oh fine, I suppose you caught me in a good mood. I shan’t make poor Keith pay for your lack of manners.”

Now she looked directly down the camera, flashing that mean smirk again. Because, if Tris knew her audience, that was precisely the meanest thing she could do. Tease them with the idea that perhaps she’d been about to take things up a notch and then snatch it away.

Under the guise of forgiving them at that. Tris did enjoy a little poetic irony.

It also gave her a moment to gather her thoughts – this was the sort of question she was pretty certain could land her on the naughty list of every wrestler and executive type in LAW if she said the wrong thing. Which could make her career or leave her sat in catering for eternity.

“Have I been keeping up with the roster? Obviously. I like to know who I’m getting into bed with. But, to be honest, I’m an equal opportunity sadist. Anyone I get the chance to sink these thighs into-“ she slapped her legs playfully, “-Well, it’ll be a good time as far as I’m concerned.”

Which was all Tris particularly cared about. Although, given LAW’s givens, there probably was a conversation where she’d be expected to give someone else a good time. Not today though, which was bad luck for Keith. She fully expected chat to throw up some hentai suggestions, of course, horny nerds would be horny nerds.

“Speaking of which,” Tris was smiling again, “I believe there was the little matter of some requests…?”

[BlackAkuma]

On the other side of the camera, Keith had to imagine there was no shortage of men, and a steady supply of women, too, who’d loved to trade places with him at the moment, and he could see why. Having a sexy redhead wrap her legs around you and sit on you and dominate you had to sound like a dream come true, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t at least sink a few toes into his favorite waters, too. He could see him dropping a few dollars on something like this.

In his spare time. Away from a camera. With no audience to spread it like wildfire across the internet in a few minutes.

He couldn’t do much about it right now, though. The rain was making the floor extra slick, making it impossible to plant his feet and bridge her off, no matter how hard he tried, and he was trying hard. He doubted it would’ve worked regardless, though. The woman just had too good of a sense when it came to balance, and was an expert at disturbing her weight. Everywhere he went, she was already there, pinning him down and turning gravity against him.

He was so wrapped up in the effort that he almost didn’t notice that the subject was changing again - moving onto requests. And his intern seemed to have a hard time with.

”Yeah, uh, you’ve got requests. But a lot of them are, well…” He couldn't spit it out, but given the nature of the company they both worked for, it wasn’t too hard to fathom a guess at what he was looking at. Keith could only hope his moderators were on point today. ”Give me a minute, let me see if I can find-”

”I’ve got one.” The smartass in him wanted to say the ‘Get Off Me Move’, but that sounded like the sort of thing that would just egg her onto trying something more devastating out of spite. He decided to go with something that would show her legs off, while laying off his upper body. ”Grapevine? How about that?”

[Liesmith]

Tris was resisting the urge to make a face here. There was cute and hapless, like a baby animal or whatever. And there was just plain useless, which was the territory Keith’s intern was rapidly planting himself.

Well, duh. They’d already established the questions were well into NSFW territory, did anyone seriously think the requests would be any better?

Which, in and of itself, wasn’t a big deal for Tris. But then she wasn’t the one whose podcast’d be getting cancelled if he got his sponsors narked at him so… Yeah. Keith would probably prefer she kept her top on.

Professional. That was Tris. Practically sat on a guy’s face in the pouring rain, wearing as skimpy a set of sports bra and shorts as she could get away with. But professionally. God, she loved her work.

Be that as it may, she had a tart rejoinder on the tip of her tongue as Big Ears waffled. Come on, it wasn’t that hard… But then Keith interjected and Tris let it die, unspoken, as she considered.

She did enjoy a good grapevine. Her eyes narrowed appraisingly, then she smirked down the camera.

“Sorry, chat. He snoozed, you lose. Maybe, if you all behave, I’ll let you pick the next one.”

Content with having ensured chat would hate that intern for the rest of recorded time, Tris slid down Keith’s body. She made a show of it, making sure her chest brushed over his face as she went, gave him an entirely unsubtle grind of her hips against his as she settled in.

Yeah, she knew. He was hard for her. Plenty of guys were – though she wasn’t sure he’d still be standing to attention after this.

But it meant nobody would raise an eyebrow as she pressed her face into the crook of his neck and shoulder, nuzzling in deep. Which put her in the perfect position to whisper her next words into Keith’s ear – words meant just for him.

“Hey,” Tris breathed, “Put on a good show for me, hun?”

She slipped her legs under his, hooking them tight.

“And maybe you’ll be able to walk tomorrow. Kay?”

With that, the redhead pulled back, rearing up to plant her hands firmly on Keith’s shoulders as she started to open her legs – slowly at first.

She wasn’t sure if this was what Keith had in mind but it was what he was getting.

[BlackAkuma]

It was hard to breathe at all, but Keith managed one of relief when Tris relented and didn’t bite on the lewd comments. Just letting him get into LAW and do hentai matches at all was enough to put him on the line with his sponsors, as a few Christian groups in the USA called for a boycott of his show and any of the products he advertised. Thankfully, that fire never caught on, but he was always one bad incident from sparking the damned thing again, and he didn’t want the hassle.

Tris seemed to understand that much at least, leaving his intern to take the heat and fish for something more palatable, that wouldn’t get him demonetized on YouTube. In the meantime, though, Keith had a grapevine to deal with.

It was an improvement, better than being outright crushed by her legs, to say nothing of the show that she gave as she was getting into position. Chest to chest, hip to hip. Yeah, he was enjoying this, nobody could blame him, but he braced himself as her legs slithered into position.

Thankfully, it seemed like she had some mercy left in her. He gave the subtlest nod to her offer, then braced himself.

Up she came, posting on his shoulders, and Keith groaned - a real one - as he felt the power swelling in her leg, pushing him to an uncomfortable angle. He was a fairly flexible guy, fortunately, which gave him more leeway than most would have in this position than most, but he could still feel his muscles straining and tendons stretching.

He gritted his teeth and grimaced as he arched his back, wracked with pain as he arched his back in a desperate attempt to alleviate the pressure. It was mostly for effect, but not that much.

[Liesmith]

Though she couldn’t see Keith with her face buried in his neck, Tris felt him twitch his head – just a fraction, just enough for her to pick it up.

Part of her had hoped he’d turn her down, that he’d do that thing so many stupid boys did. Find that macho, big dick energy and decide that he could totally handle whatever a little girl could dish out. It was always fun showing guys like that how wrong they were.

Buuuut, careerwise, this was probably the right call. She really didn’t need to be getting on the wrong side of someone with Keith Fox’s reach before she’d even had her first match. There’d be plenty of idiots she could ride into the ground before her time in LAW was done, Tris was sure of that.

Meantime though, she was going to be a good girl – but not too good. Her grip was firm and the force behind her steady outward pressure very real even if it wasn’t close to what she could have thrown his way.

And Tris made a point of being showy about it, clenching her hefty, heavy glutes tight as the cameraman circled around behind her and lashing her ponytail from one shoulder to the other as though she was putting real power into this. She’d never claim to be the world’s greatest actress (she much preferred enforced method acting when it came to her victims) but she knew how to sell a hold as well as anyone she knew.

And, give him credit, her little Foxy boy was doing his bit. Groaning and twisting in a way that was either a great show or a great show of how much of a wimp he was. The blond podcaster was trying to bridge now, probably not actually trying to throw her off but Tris would have to thank him later.

He’d just given her a lovely opportunity, even if he definitely wasn’t going to appreciate this much.

“Ah-ah,” Tris scolded, rolling her hips up high only to slam them down sharply against him like a battering ram. As with the hold in general, she held back, considerably. But she still expected it to knock some air out of him, drag his legs still further apart.

[BlackAkuma]

Keith Fox wasn’t stupid.

Yes, he occasionally did stupid things. The PS5 incident, for one. The Tia/Akane incident for another. He might’ve occasionally made some questionable business decisions, like not doing the proper research on a sponsor, only to later learn they were not, in fact, FDA approved supplement and lead to a few unfortunate hospital visits.

He had good lawyers.

But he wasn’t so stupid as to needlessly antagonize the woman with thighs that could pulverize his rib cage, at least not when said thighs were in close proximity to said rib cage. She was giving him a way out, and no amount of pride would keep him from taking it. He liked eating solid food too much.

So he twisted. He groaned. He cried out. He did his best Yuto impression, without coming across as too pathetic. He tried to throw some real struggling, bridging up to ease the pain, and she seemed to roll with it.

Maybe a little too well.

”Ah, fuck!” Keith felt the air rush out of him all at once as her hips came down like the world’s sexist sack of potatoes, hammering him into the mats and knocking the wind clean out of him. It could’ve been worse, he supposed, but it was a frank reminder of who he was dealing with and the damage she could do if she were so inclined. As if he needed the reminder.

So no more of that. He kept his writhing on the mat, sticking to failed attempts at trying to slip his legs free. ”Shouldn’t…shouldn’t we move onto something else?”

[Liesmith]

Well, what could she say? Tris knew how to put on a show.

But she also enjoyed making someone writhe, wriggle and curse and a grapevine was simply too good to miss. Particularly someone as clean-cut-handsome as Keith.

Not to mention, of course, that she had her rep to think of after this.

Hence the hip slam. Sure, she could have just ridden him back down but why do it the easy way when she could do it the fun, showy way? Keith was a podcaster, he’d understand. Though, when he expressed a desire to move on to something else, Tris didn’t think it was because he was bored down there.

Guys were so pathetic.

“Hmm,” Tris rolled the sound across her mouth, pulling her full lips into a thoughtful pout, “Should we?”

There was something in her tone, something in the placement of her emphasis, that might tell a careful listener that she didn’t entirely agree. And she didn’t. Tris liked to think she’d got pretty good instincts for this sort of thing, for how much an audience wanted to see, and hers were telling her that Keith’s audience weren’t ready to move on just yet.

That they ought to stick with the grapevine a bit longer, at least until she could drag a decent climax out of the hold. No, not like that. Not this time at least.

At the same time, this was his show. And that was a pretty strong hint he’d just dropped on her toes.

What to do, what to do?

Tris’ answer was to catch the eye of Mickey Mouse, the intern with the big ears, still stood around looking gormless.

“Snap poll for you, chat,” she chirped, “Want to see some more of this-“

The redhead punctuated her words by jerking Keith’s legs that little bit further apart.

“-Or are you ready for something new? Thirty seconds to vote starts now.”

When in doubt, make it someone else’s problem. And she’d bet she’d just netted a few more fans to boot. Losers like that always liked to feel in control.