An Offering to the Goddess

[BlackAkuma]

”God damn.” Willy whistled.

”God damn…” Lucy smacked her lips.

”God damn.” Theo smacked his forehead.’

All three of them reacted at once at the first sight they saw, and for once, Lucy couldn't blame Willy for showing his appreciation. They’d gotten a good look at Neith back at the basement, but that was just a small taste of what they were seeing, now. The Egyptian had a body that was made for centerfolds - curvaceous, firm, smooth from head to toe, wearing a top that looked tailor made to show off every inch. Her dark skin shined in the dimmed lights of the room, giving her this haunting, regal glow. The quintessential dark seductress look. Lucy couldn't have imagined a better fit.

So, yeah, she and Willy were taken off guard for a solid second. Theo, too, though he tried to play it off by moving to the side of the room, pretending to look for a good spot to sit down and stretch.

Lucy found her composure as Neith neared, straightening up and nodding her way. ”I’ve got you, don’t worry.” She returned the wink from the last time they locked eyes. ”Fair and balanced. Down the middle.” She looked around on both sides. ”You guys good?”

”Wouldn’t dream of hitting a body like that.” Willy, who’d kicked off his shoes and sat them to the side, started to pull down his pants as well. ”Right, Theo?”

Theo nodded, looking up from the ground where he sat doing the same thing. After a few seconds, they’d both stripped down to their underwear - Theo, wearing some loose fitting blue boxers, Willy wearing tight red boxer briefs that exposed his whole thigh. They’d both cleaned up quick on her urging, slick and clean and ready to go.

”Matching underwear. Cute.” Lucy smirked and stepped back to slip out of her own clothes, pulling her overalls down and taking her time with it. She wasn’t about to be the only fully clothed person in the room, but she did feel a little weird standing next to a smoker like Neith while she stripped. Couldn't put a finger on why. ”So, no hitting, got that. What other rules?”

[HotWheels]

Neith had long since learned to find the pleasure present in the eyes of others, especially when those eyes were directed her way. Though attempting not to appear to aware of the effect she was having on Willy and Lucy (and likely Theo, as well, though his answer was to retreat...quite adorable), the goddess could not help but smirk at the idea of having not one, not two, but three capable people all pressed neatly under her thumb for the night.

Lucy remained a pleasing surprise what with her apparent loyalty to, if not the goddess directly, ensuring her bandmates kept this match clean. The goddess sidled nearer to her as both a show of solidarity and a reward. Willy seemed agreeable to the rules, as did Theo, though he still did not appear to be agreeable to the idea of the match itself. Neith studied him from her distance away, trying to divine what sorts of maneuvers might make him bend the knee and watching uncomfortably closely as he stripped to his boxers. It mattered not, she supposed; she knew buttons to push he would not know existed.

With that in mind, and as the right of the only one already nearly bare to the world, she turned her gaze from him to briefly admire Willy's boldly exposed form, then at Lucy's less-extensive stripping beside her. Beautiful people, all of them. If the goddess had any wonder about the aesthetic appeal of her potential new posse, she need not worry. They would represent her well.

And oh, she was so glad Lucy asked about her other ideas. Neith wandered slowly to the mats before slowly, seductively, lowering to her knees, keeping eye contact with Willy the whole time. If she had him on board with her rules, she would have no issues presenting them; Lucy would likely agree to nearly anything she proposed. "If we agree on submissions alone, then starting on our knees should be no issue." And suitable to her; the more she could work from the ground, the better.

Now to throw them a bone. "And I have one last proposition that should make for a fair fight without the two of you...overwhelming me. Only the person on the mats can initiate the tag. No reaching or moving from the second man." That, she knew, might stretch her requests too far for a tag team to agree to, which was why she had more loaded. "In exchange, I have to make both of you give into me or slip into the sweetest sleep, one by one."

[BlackAkuma]

…was Neith staring at him?

Theo was still trying to get a good handle on this woman, as he’d been doing since this whole business started to escalate, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out what her game was. Unlike Willy, he’d bothered to read that card she gave them, and even did some quick Googling with what little time they had. Enough to know that she had some experience on the mats, if not in the ring itself. Enough to know that her body was a bit more dangerous than it might’ve appeared. Enough to know that the act she was putting on wasn’t wholly an act.

What he didn’t know, however, was why she kept looking his way with that fiendish stare, as if she was contemplating something. At first he’d thought it might be his imagination, but no, it was obvious as they settled in for the match. She stared at him like a predator, a lioness getting ready to stalk her helpless prey. Creepy, disturbing, and, well…maybe it was having another effect, too. Suffice to say, there was a reason he’d gone with baggier underwear than usual.

The only thing that took his attention away from the huntress was the sight of Lucy undressing, not something they saw too often. While the three of them hung out all the time and even shared an apartment, they tended to give her space whenever possible, not wanting to be improper, trying to keep things from getting too awkward. She wasn’t a prude, but she’d never struck him as the type to just strip down, especially when she didn’t have to.

Lucy

That being said, she did look great out of her clothes. It was easy to forget, what with all the stuff she wore, but she had a nice body. Slim, athletic, good conditioning, and covered in tattoos, some of which he’d never seen on her before.

His attention came back to Neith as she made her way to the mats and laid out the rules. Theo was expecting them to heavily favor her, and they did to a certain extent, but from an objective standpoint, he couldn't say they were too biased. He didn’t like the way she said that last part, but the actual stipulation wasn’t a problem. He had a good ground game, and Willy…well, he was as strong as a bull. That had to count for something. ”I guess that works for me.” He crossed his legs and sat Indian style on the edge of the mats, a fair distance off. “Willy?”

”Oh, yeah.” Theo had intended to take second in this match, anyway, but it would’ve been like that whether he wanted to or not. More eager than ever, Willy was quick to drop down to his knees and crawl over, taking up a spot not too far from Neith, matching his hungry look with one of his own. Theo got the impression they were both craving different things, though.

”Good for me, too. Let’s see, how do I do this…” Lucy dropped down and placed herself between them and off to the side. ”Okay,” She clapped her hands. ”Fighter’s ready?” She waited for a nod from both of them. In Willy’s case, a nod and an unneeded licking of the lips.

Once they were clear, she threw down her hands. ”Wrestle!”

[HotWheels]

No complaints. Precisely the agreement that Neith wished to hear. She did not have any delusions that overcoming two men (or perhaps maybe one and a half, given Willy might have wanted to give into her) in a singular match without the benefit of their unwavering desire to lose would be easy, but oh, the goddess liked her chances. She felt utterly at the top of her particularly fun game since arriving in Japan. And she certainly had way to improve her chances, she knew, as she glanced between Lucy and passed a quick glance on that particularly weak part of the male body between Willy's legs.

The same heavy gaze that had torn through first Theo, then Lucy, turned to Willy, the prey currently before her. As they squared up, a few feet between them, Neith made sure to lean down onto her hands to make a most intriguing show of the cleavage stretching her top to its fullest extent. Something to get his eyes where she wished. A way of taking more control, even if that control was subtle and seemingly giving him precisely what he wanted. So poised, the goddess listened to Lucy's uncertain refereeing, giving a nod of her own.

When the drummer declared the match on, the Egyptian did not yet move. She gazed at Willy, uttering a wordless declaration with a tilt of her head that he should come to her and only slightly relaxing her posture. Lure him in and catch him; while she may have lacked the flexibility of those bitches on instagram, she had suddenness. She was entirely convinced that no matter how quickly he rushed her, she could swing her legs into position to grab him, whether by the neck, the torso, or the waist.

[BlackAkuma]

Finally, finally, finally the game was on. Willy felt like he’d been waiting forever.

While it might’ve been true that this hadn't turned out to be the private affair that he’d been angling for since the start, he was still happy with the way it had panned out, and the rules she’d set suited him. Theo didn’t participate? That was fine. He could watch from the sidelines, let him do all the fun work on the mats. The way things were set up, he didn’t have to share Neith. They could have all their fun together.

He’d start nice and slow, play with her a bit, maybe let her get a hold or two on him, just being playful. Then, when the time was right, he’d put her down, pin her, and they could have some quality time. And maybe after the match was won, he could get her to go along with a little one-on-one time, away from prying eyes.

He was ready. He could tell she was ready. Lucy kicked off the match, and…

Neith didn’t move. Not even a little.

He didn’t move, either, beyond a quick jerk forward, a halted charge, as an alarm bell rang in his head. It was her eyes again. Seductive as always, but there was a danger there that he hadn't noticed before. Something was off, but it was like his brain couldn't process it right, like his body didn’t know what to do with the info. Oft-putting? Fuck yes.

But he couldn't just hang there all day. He had to do something. So, after a couple more seconds of hesitation, he found and courage and decided to screw it, nerves be damned. He was going in.

Willy gave his chest a couple of quick slap, hyping up, then moved forward in a rush with his arms up, looking to catch her around the shoulder and put her into a collar-and-elbow tie up, testing strength. He wouldn’t go all out, though, preferring to leave about half of his strength in the tank. Enough to make it hard for her, he guessed, but not enough to overwhelm. Not just yet.

[HotWheels]

There appeared a modicum of discernment. The goddess fully expected, based on the way he hitched as Lucy gave him the signal, that he would simply dive at her. If he did, he would just as simply find himself on bottom more quickly than even his seemingly hyperactive brain could process. But uncertainly flashed through his eyes when he saw that Neith had not yet moved. Unfortunate. If she could have worked through him by way of an easy snare and an application of adductors to the neck, she would have saved so much energy.

After a few heartbeats, however, he made like a barbarian. Neith quirked an eyebrow as he beat at his chest, and then he was moving, though he came in higher than the Egyptian seductress would have liked given her plans. No one would ever call Neith agile in space, and at the angle, she could not whip her legs against anything but his thighs. So she had to react on his terms. Needless to say, as his strength and weight drove into her, she hated that particular arrangement. The seductive look promptly disappeared in favor of a scowl.

She was nearly pushed over her own folded legs and onto her back, but Neith maintained just enough balance and held just enough strength in her back and thighs to stay upright. Pushing against the brute would not do her an ounce of good, however, and she knew it. Despite his arms snagging her by her collar and one arm, she still had most of the use of the other arm for the time being...at least before the goddess was forced to topple in, oh, three to four more seconds.

Her way of using that time? Trying to nab the back of his head with her free arm and yank him closer to her inviting chest. "Just enjoy what you really want, Will."

[BlackAkuma]

Lucy had never thought she could be jealous of Willy, big doofus that he was. But, well, here she was, wishing she could trade places with him.

At least for a few moments. While she wasn’t totally defenseless, most of what she knew involved striking, some bare bones boxing experience. Neith had her by at least six inches and maybe fifty or so pounds, and she was willing to bet that a good bit of that was muscle, hidden under those pleasing curves, steel sheathed in silk. On the mats, wrestling, she’d get steamrolled by a body like that.

But then, maybe, some bodies weren’t so bad to get steamrolled by. Maybe Neith’s was at the top of the list. Maybe, when this was over, she could have a little side word with the Egyptian, and…

…nah.

Lucy waved away the thought and focused on the match she was ostensibly officiating. Save the silly thoughts to get distracted by.

Back in the real world, Willy was making his move, plowing into her up top and trying to overwhelm her. Lucy wasn’t sure whether or not that had been the plan or just a happy accident, but either way, it seemed to rattle Neith’s cage a little, cracking her sterling face with a grimace. Lucy could tell that he was holding back - the guy might’ve been dumb as an ox, but he was as strong as one, too, and Neith was only getting a taste of that power while he was still in a playing mood. If he got on top and got serious…

But the Egyptian was smart, smart enough to realize her position and do something about it. When she brought Willy’s face against her chest, it was like she sapped the energy straight out of him. His muscles relax, the exertion dissipated, his tight hold turned into a softer embrace. He looked up at her like a mischievous kid, like there was some joke that only the two of them could hear. ”I think I want it all.”

He stayed low and brought his arms down, reaching around her chest and keeping her close, as if he were trying to keep her in control, when he really just wanted to get a little more skin contact, rubbing his face against her chest while his hands pressed against her back, half holding and half massaging. He took a deep breath of her chest and sighed. ”You smell real good, by the way.”

Kind of random, but he wasn’t lying. Lucy could get a good whiff of Neith from where she watched, too, and she’d agree. The woman smelled divine.

[HotWheels]

Ahh, there it was. At times, the easiest solution proved the most effective.

The weight that had threatened to topple Neith over eased as soon as she could feel Willy's features sink against her cleavage, and as he relaxed, so did she, save for the hand that showed surprising strength to keep him nestled against her. She realized that perhaps she need not worry; with the way he merely propped himself against the warmth of her chest and peered up, the goddess knew she already had him smitten and that he might not leave even if she allowed it. His hands remained tight to her, yes, but they found the stretches of bare skin on her back with small motions, pinches that she had to admit felt as good as any worship she could remember in her sessions in some time. Big, strong hands, when not brought to bear on her in a violent way, tended to be one of her favorite parts of the masculine form.

Most importantly, his assault had ended, and Neith's too-sweet smile returned when he complimented her (way too expensive) perfume. He had better appreciate it. While her one hand stayed stiff to keep him between her breasts, the other trailed lightly down his side to further lower his guard, fingertips sliding along cut muscles. "It had best be more than by the way," she cooed, her seduction in full swing as she stared into his eyes. "I had best be all you can think about."

A bit more, and she might have him literally dragging himself into her clutches. To try it, still trying to hold his head to her chest, the goddess tried to push him lightly to have him tumbling onto his side and let her legs wind around his waist. No squeezing, no threat, only an embrace.

[BlackAkuma]

Theo looked on from the sidelines, doing his level breast to focus on Neith and look past her distractions. Not the easiest thing, but one of them had to, and it certainly wasn’t going to be Willy.

Whatever spell Neith was weaving, he’d already fallen hard to it. Though he’d started strong, that power had faded when she pulled him close, and their lockup was starting to more closely resemble a slow dance than anything competitive. To be fair, though, it wasn’t one-sided. Willy often bragged about having magic hands, and while Theo had often written that off as bluster and bullshit, now he could kind of see it.

He kept her close, moving in a pantomime of wrestling, using it as an excuse to let his hands roam along her back, poking and pressing against her soft skin, as if he was savoring every touch. Neith was giving him the run of her body, and he was taking advantage, as his strong hands moved lower and lower…

That came to an end, though, when she fell to the side and brought him along for the ride. Her legs wrapped around his waist, closing around him, but Willy either didn’t see the danger or didn’t care. He had a quick chuckle, feigning surprise, then brought his hands to her thigh and ran his fingers down the side. You’d have thought he planned it all from the beginning, as if this was exactly where he wanted to be.

Theo, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure. ”Hey, dude.” He called out, cutting through Willy’s lustful haze. ”Watch out for those legs.”

Willy looked annoyed for a split second, then replaced it with his usual cool facade, waving off the warning with a smirk. ”Trust me, man, I’m watching every bit of her. Don’t worry.” He tried to move around in her grasp, turning to face her, as he brought his hands to meet with hers in a playful test of strength ”You’ll get a turn, too, bro. No rush.”

[HotWheels]

Malleable: that was what Willy was proving to be. Also completely gullible, but that would sound a touch too insulting if she said it aloud while he willfully entered into her trap. As they ended up on their sides, one leg stuck beneath him and one over the top, Neith continued to stare at him with a most impure intent, continuing to reel him in even with him already in the exact place she wanted. Patiently she waited as he slid a hand down her thigh, impressive hands indeed, and she used his brief address to Theo as a small distraction to shift her hips a bit, moving the leg beneath him into a more comfortable position and curling around his torso with the other until her feet were touching behind his back. All set to scissor him silly.

She even let him pull her hands down into what amounted to a playfight between them, letting loose with a healthy giggle. In a paying session where the results were planned and the fun in the experience, the goddess would have allowed Willy to get away with a great deal that some clients were not allowed. It was actually quite nice, his touch, and he understood what would make such a session entertaining. But this was a match the goddess had utterly determined to win, and that part, the poor meathead did not understand.

Her grip on his hands tightened, the only indication besides a subtle tightening of her jaw that the circumstances had changed. Quickly, her ankles slapped together, and both legs straightened as the muscles emerged from the creamy dark skin of her thighs to start boring, at most of the full extent of her power, into his muscular sides. "Uh oh. You should have listened to him," she said, still staring into his eyes. "You do feel so nice down there...I think I need to keep you."