Take Me to Church

[BlackAkuma]

Work on the contrast. The lighting wasn’t bad, but Lucy wanted to bring out the colors, make them pop. The whiteness in the Southern woman’s hair, the color of Neith’s outfit, dark and pale skin sliding against each other. She wanted to strike the right balance, keeping it dark enough to maintain the mood, but bright enough that the human eye would be drawn to all the right things.

Speed up the movement, ramp it up a few notches. Right now, it was at a good quality for movies, but since this was a wrestling match, she felt Neith would want a higher framerate, something to give the impression of fluid movement and make the viewer feel like the action was happening right before them.

Lucy’s brain slipped into a subspace, working on a dozen little things. There was only so much she could do with limited time off of a clip that she didn’t shoot herself, but she was making the most of it, enough for Neith to get some impression of her skills. It wasn’t easy to be sure, but furtive glances at Neith’s face showed that she like what she saw. Or, at least, didn’t dislike it enough to say anything.

That wasn’t where the conversation was going, anywhere - no, they were taking a more enticing path. Lucy wasn’t so dense as to not know when she was being baited, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t working. When Neith spoke, talking about crushing women between those magnificent legs of her, it was only natural for her to picture herself in the white-haired woman’s place, getting squeezed, pressed, bisected.

Then came was the little cliffhanger at the end. Lucy tried to fight it, pretending to get lost in her work for a second, but she could not resist the follow-up. It just ate at her raw nerves, teasing her, until it all grew too much to take.

”Like what, exactly?” She indulged her vices and gave Neith a longer look this time, letting her gaze linger on her legs. ”I saw you take down the guys, but not every woman’s got, well…those.”

Lucy kicked out her own legs for comparison. Neith couldn't see them through the overalls she wore, but she could tell they were nowhere near her own thunderous size.

[HotWheels]

Mmmhmm.

Neith saw the effort Lucy made to remain focused on her work. People could show so much simply by ensuring that they showed so little. What had struck Neith as a clear, uninterrupted focus on work had turned into forced focus, and Neith entertained herself with watching her, studying her profile like a lover would from the other side of the bed. When Lucy finally turned fully to her and peered down at the shapely legs that the beach skirt scarcely began to cover. Unabashedly Neith let one slide atop the other.

Enjoying herself so much, she nearly missed Lucy's question or that it merited an answer. She pulled back to process, realizing what Lucy tried to say. Neith tilted her head at the legs Lucy extended. Thinner than her own, yes, any fool could see that, but... Neith rested her chin over a delicately propping hand, posture sharp enough to mimick the best models.

"It's not all about size or shape. Often it's not even about technique," she told her. "But technique helps and can be learned." She pincered her index and middle fingers together snugly around her thumb, hoping to put more thoughts into the eager drummer's mind.

"What makes us formidable is... leverage. It can be sensual. It can be psychological." She flicked a finger at the screen. "This moronic bitch-" Safiya returned for that insult, her voice cold and flat. "-doubted me, and I forced her to fear what might happen to that pretty head of hers if I had it between my legs rather than her body. Willy, I broke with the very thing he wanted like I do with most of my clients. No one is incapable of learning those same talents."

They would not have the same gift for them as Neith, but one could dream.

[BlackAkuma]

Lucy wasn’t in bad shape - far from it. She stayed in shape, often following the boys to the gym and getting her routine in there. She was good at cardio, decent with weights, and could slug it out with a heavy bag better than most, keeping the skills her uncle taught her sharp. Given how common backstage assaults were in wrestling, that seemed like the prudent thing.

But she wasn’t like Neith, not even close, and that couldn't be any more obvious with the two sitting side-by-side. Every move the Egyptian made looked like it could’ve been cut straight out of a magazine, moving from pose to pose with a natural, seamless flair. It was as if she perfected every movement she made to entice, to tease, to allure, and it was effective.

It was working. Lucy swore she could feel a sweat coming on. The more Neith spoke, slipping honey into her ears with that golden tone, the slower Lucy’s keystrokes grew, as she processed what the Egyptian was feeding her. While she hadn't come to Japan to wrestle, mostly for the music and to get the hell away from the States, she’d be lying if she said she never had the occasional thought. She’d see women wrestling in the sparring ring while they trained, and those matches could get intense. Heated. Personal. Wild. Lucy’d thought about trying to jump in, but she always talked herself out of it. She didn't have the tools.

Or did she?

Her gaze went from Neith’s legs to the screen again, watching as those same legs ground the woman’s midsection to a pulp. She was being led here, she could sense it, but that hardly mattered if it was a place she wanted to go.

”Gonna compress this, save you some space. It’ll take a hot minute.” Lucy got the process going, then tucked in her legs and scooted a little close to Neith, hanging out on the edge of her personal space. ”’These talents’. So, like, hypothetically speaking, if you and me had some time to kill tonight, you could show me some of that. Teach me a few things.” She leaned in and lowered her voice, reaching conspiratorial levels. ”Hypothetically speaking.”

[HotWheels]

Neith could see all those little brain circuits firing off behind Lucy's temple. While Neith could not predict anyone perfectly, she knew that anyone who found her attractive - which should have truly been anyone - had to entertain the image of themselves ensnared by her body when she planted the seed of the image. She merely needed to wait for it to grow, and she did so, resting her head on her palm as Lucy continued to work. The Egyptian had briefly lost interest in Lucy's work in favor of her own. Was this an inefficient use of their time? Possibly. Neith didn't particularly care, and she would consider it a treat for the one who had smartly ensured her success against the two lugs.

Lucy diverted back to business. Impressive composure. But the moment to talk business passed as quickly as it had come. Neith could tell Lucy had a thought, an idea, possibly even a desire she wanted to share.

But she did so quite diplomatically. Neith's smile turned more knowing, controlling, though she would let the girl keep her little bubble of denial intact. "Hypothetically speaking," she repeated before pretending to check her too-nice-to-merit-checking nails. "You could find yourself with two videos to edit and a wealth of knew skills to use on the daily if that were to happen." She grabbed at Lucy with her gaze again, gauging her reaction. The idea of having something to save for posterity might appeal to her that much more. Besides... she would be entertaining herself with the boys. What would it hurt for Lucy to be part of the entertainment, or dealing with them herself?

"Hypothetically speaking."

[BlackAkuma]

With the laptop working on autopilot, Lucy could give Neith her undivided attention, catching everything thrown her way. She played along with the game, giving her a picture of what could go down here, and she painted an enticing picture. So, as she often did when presented with these decisions, she took a moment to compare the pros and cons, tapping her lips and running away with her thoughts, only for a few seconds. Something her high school counselor had taught her to help curb her impulsiveness.

On the pro side, she would have the chance to roll around with Neith, this living sex bomb of a woman. Aside from enjoying her presence, this was a rare chance to do something for free that most would’ve paid hundreds, even thousands, for. She could even keep some clips, reliving the moment and showing what she could do with 100% raw footage. On top of that, it would be like acting, wouldn’t it? She’d done some theater in her sophomore year, it’d been fun enough.

On the cons…she could get hurt? Maybe? That was a distant worry. She didn’t know much about the session business, but she figured Neith wouldn’t be that successful if she had a habit of injuring clientele.

Easiest decision she’d made all year. ”Okay,” Lucy sat the computer aside, turned back to Neith, and scooted a bit closer, leaning in with a fiery glint. ”I’m sold.” She tucked her leg in and unlaced her boots. ”Two videos? I’m game. It’s your party, how do you want to do it?”

[HotWheels]

Neith almost found herself offended by Lucy's pause, but she could forgive quite a bit after Lucy's efforts in her favor. The drummer did not strike her as someone who quite knew how to maneuver this part of the industry as of yet, especially considering Neith had heard no indication that she wrestled at all, only handled the background work for the boys. So much less would she know how to handle the proposition to star in a video alongside one of the world's foremost session wrestlers. But Neith loved the idea of it. Long had people asked her for a video where she "trained" - in the sensual sense, not like that strange boy Daichi had requested - others. What finer opportunity could have presented itself?

The gratified yes that filled Neith's mind when Lucy agreed did not quite make it to her mouth. Probably for the best. Instead, she rolled her legs off the couch, pushed the faint remnants of her drink to a safe distance, and rose to depart. While she could certainly wrestle in what she wore, it felt entirely underwhelming for what she hoped was a fine display of Lucy's presentation skills. To that end, she still set the young woman to work as she strolled toward the far side of the room where her bedroom waited. "You'll find the camera near the window," she told her, gesturing vaguely back toward the view of the city. "Set it up wherever your... keen eye deems it best. That may be here, nearer the window, the bedroom." She paused. "Wherever."

She disappeared around the corner as she said it, retreating to her closet. "I'll be slipping into something more comfortable."

She had already left her clothes in her wake by the time she reached the closet to pluck down a colorful, open-sided one-piece that displayed plenty of cleavage, both chest and hip. As she poured herself into its snug fit, she hummed only loud enough to put herself in the mood for what was to pass, listening for where Lucy might be setting up for their encounter.

[BlackAkuma]

Lucy sat and watched - closely - as Neith made her way off the couch with a flourish of her thick legs. Those same legs carried her away with a sensual stroll, hips popping with every step, radiating lust. It was hard to even focus on what she was saying. Still, she managed to put it all together by some miracle and maintained her composure—sitting on the couch, cross-legged, leaning back and nodding as the Egyptian dolled out her orders and slid out of view. ‘Slipping into something more comfortable’.

Lucy had a normal human reaction to all this, whispering under her breath while her eyes widened. ”Jesus Christ.”

Lucy sprung into action when Neith disappeared, moving over to the camera and inspecting the settings. While it wasn’t the same model she used, it was close enough for her to recognize the features and make a few essential tweaks, getting the quality to an acceptable level. Where was she going to put it, though? The window, maybe in the hallway, the bedroom…

The bedroom. Had to be the bedroom.

She took a hot second to fiddle with the tripod, getting it in an excellent position to capture where she figured the action would occur. Then she returned to the main room to fiddle with her bag, peeking through the selection she’d brought along. Should she go with the bandeau bra? That was her favorite, but it sometimes slipped, and she didn’t want any wardrobe malfunctions. The bikini with the neon thong? A little too much, now that she was thinking about it. This, though…

After the quickest change of her life, Lucy entered the bedroom, still fiddling with the back of her bra as she went. She’d slipped into a

. Sexy, sure, and it would show off enough of the ink, but not so over-the-top that it would take any shine off Neith, if such a thing were even possible. With things more or less set, she finally took a moment to soak in her surroundings and see where they’d be working, trying to get some ideas on how to play this out. Doing her best to still her nerves, she went back to tinkering with the camera again, making sure everything was perfect while she waited for the goddess to saunter out.

[HotWheels]

Ever since Neith had left her previous career, she had found that, though men remained her physical preference (not that she had let one touch her beyond a session in the years since), women tended to make far better clients. Far more enjoyable submissives, more often than not. Of course, Lucy might not have seen herself as a client nor a submissive, but she seemed to have doubts, to lack prowess, and so Neith would consider her one as they wrestled. She tended to look forward to these sessions far more than those with men; men she could stun and extinguish in an instant if she knew for what they lusted. Women proved so much more intricate: complex beings with depth that Neith loved to slowly disassemble.

Putting the last meager touches on her colorful attire in the form of a few scrunchy, frilly bands around her upper arm to cap of something of the floral look, something she only wore when she planned to be relatively gentle, Neith ogled herself in the mirror for several seconds, kissed at herself, and turned to wheel toward the bedroom again... where she believed she had heard Lucy setting up for their little show. "I don't believe you've been shy at all, Lucy," she began, as she stepped in. Assumptions correct.

But she had not expected Lucy to change, much less to be wearing something quite so... suitable. Suspicion intermingled with a teasing approval as she stared at the woman. "Were you prepared for a night with a goddess?", she asked, clearly not truly expecting an answer as she stepped delicately on the balls of her feet, inching toward the end of the bed where they could begin, already playing it up for the camera and to set Lucy alight.

"Sadly, the right clothes do not prepare you for the experience that is me."

[BlackAkuma]

So, cards on the table, Lucy had gone into this with an idea of how she wanted things to go—a best-case scenario. She’d come in hoping that things would get steamy at some point, hoping that she hadn't misread all the looks Neith had given her last time. She didn’t want to be presumptuous or, way worse, desperate, but an unspeakably sexy woman was showing interest in her, and she’d be insane not to shoot her shot, especially when the goal appeared wide open. In the nights leading up to this, she’d had her fantasies. Anything and everything, ranging from quick kisses before she left, to a wild night under the sheets.

The moment that Neith came sauntering into her bedroom, however, all those thoughts and ideas just melted away. Whatever she could think up or dream, paled compared to the real thing. It wasn’t simply the outfit that made her work - though, wow, that was no small part of it, with the way it hugged her curves, clung to her skin, and left just the right amount to the imagination. No, what brought it all together was the way she carried herself. It was that same regal air she had when she dominated the boys, that control and poise, only now it was bearing down on Lucy and it was stifling. An overbearing, overwhelming aura.

Lucy was staring. But she was staring through the lens of her camera, watching her through the screen, so it wasn’t too obvious. She hoped. She breathed deep after Neith spoke, finding some confidence, getting into the moment. It’s like acting. It’s a play. Be the character. Don’t be Lucy, be Lucy. Exotic, erotic, hypnotic.

She wasn’t sure where the scene should begin, but she figured it wouldn’t matter too much; with the right cuts, anything could work.

”’The experience that is you’.” Lucy repeated the words, throwing in a little playful cockiness with it, a natural fit for her accent. She made her way on the scene, making sure to come in from an angle that wouldn’t block Nieth’s form, not even for a second, and one where the difference in body types wouldn’t appear too stark.

One hand on her hips, the other lazily swaying at her side, the merest hint of smirk, as she looked Neith over and tried not too look as impressed as she truly was. ”I think I’m ready.” She tilted her head to the side, curious and challenging. ”But you’ll prove me wrong?”

[HotWheels]

There was always a bit more of a dance to a performance in front of the camera if that camera happened to be the focal point. Yes, Neith allowed recording by many clients, but the recording proved an afterthought, something for them to enjoy later when they needed a good tug but not something she spent much time considering. In a match like the one with Wendy, she paid attention to it, made shows for it, but she did not scheme her match around its stare. For this particular sort of engagement, though, two dancers had to improvise for the purpose of show. Fortunately, Neith had a wealth of experience as the principal dancer.

But Lucy could dance a bit herself, by the sound of it. An appeal made it to her voice. Very good, the goddess might have complimented, if not for the running digital reel. Instead, the goddess laughed, as imperiously as she did amusedly. "If you think so...", Neith began, letting her fingers tickle along the edge of her silk sheets, every step along the foot of the bed crafting an entrancing bounce along the entirety of her fit but full figure.

Once she reached the other side, she turned her back to Lucy, peered over the shoulder, invited Lucy with the slightest shift of her fingers to climb onto the bed behind her as if taking full advantage of vulnerable prey. A good view of her rear for both camera and "client." "I would be glad to give you the first move, lovely. Can you bring me to my knees? Pin me on my back? So many possibilities if you have the strength to take what you wish."