The Education of Desdemona Belti, Part 9: Shelby Marwood

[Flamintree]

The side headlock; that was an effective wrestling technique.

At least, that's what Shelby assumed. Despite her occupation, she rarely actually interacted with the more WWE side of the job. She was no expert on quote unquote proper wrestling. But what she did know was that no matter how effective the hold might be in regular wrestling, its effectiveness was diminished when the goal wasn't to pin your opponent down.

"Nice hold," She grunted, "But in case you forgot, you don't win by wrestling!"

The Little Dollie grinned. This was the perfect angle, actually. Her hand shot out fast as a bullet, using the oil to increase her speed. She slipped past Dizzy's bikini bottoms with the practised ease of someone who had done this many times over. Then, without mercy, she immediately plunged her fingers into her friend's womanhood and started working her magic.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy didn’t know oil. She was familiar with oil matches, sure - intimately, deeply, familiar, having watched no shortage of them on her laptop. She even had a little file for them, along with her other fetishes. Facesitting, foot worship, breast smothering…

But watching hot, athletic women rolling around in oil was no substitute for being one of those hot, athletic women. She knew Shelby had her in that department, so she would need to adapt as she went along. But the wrestling part? That she could do. With aplomb.

Even with the oil, it was a good hold, and she was fairly certain she could’ve maintained it for a while, too. Only problem, was, well…

This was Shelby.

Dizzy had not, in fact, forgotten what sort of match this was, but she’d been banking on getting her opponent down before they got to any hanky and/or panky. Shelby, it seemed, was a little more proactive, as the tiny Italian found out when her friend’s frolicking fingers plunged deep and got to work. She had to bite her lip to keep a squeak from getting out, and she could already feel the heat building.

”Just…sticking to what I know.” Dizzy tried to keep her breathing under control as she twisted about, whipped Shelby around, and tried to bring her down on the mat with a hip toss, hoping to come down with her and keep her head under control. Down here, she’d have a few more options, more she could do with that head control, and it would give her some time to breath before her body remembered just how stupidly hot her opponent was.

[Flamintree]

The hip toss was an effective manoeuvre, but there was one thing poor Dizzy had forgotten; it wasn't designed to be done when one of the hands you were grabbing was actively fingering you.

The sudden movement caused Shelby's arm to lurch out of her friend, which was a win, but unfortunately the suddenness of it all meant that she had little control over her body. Her nails accidentally scraped a little too hard on the walls on their way out, but unfortunately neither of them had much time to really think about that. Shelby was in the process of getting pinned, and all she could really do about it was cling on to whatever she might be able to get a hold of to try and stop it.

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately depending on one's perspective, the only thing that the Little Dollie could really get a grip on were Dizzy's bottoms. That obviously wasn't enough to stop her fall, but her grip was still pretty strong. This combination of factors could only really lead to one outcome; the meagre protection gave way, leaving the Italian girl's top as her only defence against her opponent.

Shelby let out a little, "Oomph!", as her back slammed into the arena, but the stun only lasted a few moments. It didn't take long for her to begin struggling against the hold, a task made a lot easier by the glistening oil coating their bodies and the fact that she was fighting someone in her own weight class for once. Dizzy had the advantage now, but it was a matter of if, not when, the Little Dollie would break free.

[BlackAkuma]

If there was one thing that Dizzy hadn't forgotten, it was how skilled Shelby was with her hands. She’d gotten a clear demonstration of that on their first night together, when she and the Little Dollie exchanged quite a few sensual techniques. It was actually a little refreshing, since she was so used to dealing with women so much bigger than her, who brought the sexy with their fulsome bodies - people like them, the little girls, knew how to compensate. Sex was probably as close as Shelby would ever get to sex with herself, without getting into creepy territory.

But the woman clearly had superior experience in the oils, and she demonstrated that when she turned Dizzy’s own move against her and snatched off her bottom in the process. While nudity wasn’t exactly uncomfortable for her, the sudden switch brought her a yelp out of her, and the two of them wound up in a tangle on the mats, with her on top.

Being on top wasn’t quite the same thing as being in control, though - that was true in sex, that was true in wrestling, so double that for sexwrestling. Dizzy was able to secure the hold for all of three seconds before Shelby was worming her way out, slipping through her arms and coming out on the side.

So that didn’t work. But they were on the floor and the initiative was on her side, so it wasn’t a total loss. As Shelby came out of the hold, Dizzy tried to move behind her get her arms underneath the woman’s shoulders, and latch onto her budding breasts from behind, giving them a groping squeeze as she pulled her back.