Re: Vertigo (for Ducky)
Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2023 2:34 pm
It was evident, it was obvious. Kimberly had watched too many of his matches to fail to understand what came next, and it made her wonder if she had subconsciously urged the interview in this direction or if even in the moment she wanted it to happen or... Damn it, she didn't now what she would do with this footage if he ended up doing so, primarily because she didn't know how in the hell she would endure it without her body, uh, reacting. Or her wailing in glee, either one. Whatever the case, she knew El Rey's answer to a woman on her back typically amounted to "take a seat on her face," and she stared up with a pounding heart as he started to say it.
He didn't say it.
Kimberly's face fell, but she dragged it back up as quickly as she could. No, she was being ridiculous! She shouldn't want him to at all really, because what business did she have getting smushed beneath him and being anything at all resembling a happy camper about it? As he twisted her over, though, she almost didn't react short of a small groan as her breasts got flattened against the mats. Despite all her trying to convince herself to the contrary, the thought hit her that he would do that to almost any other woman he wrestled. What made her any different?
The interview, she supposed. It still made her a bit disappointed and cranky, but that idea whisked away the second she got just enough torque on her back for it to hurt. "Nnngh...", she complained, pressing the back of her hand against the small of her back. She supposed she couldn't complain too much... It was kind of fun to get bent here and there without the pain being agonizing or constant, and the cameras would eat it up. She knew people would enjoy the sight of her getting worked over, even lightly.
And gosh, the way he flipped her over and over... that had her going, too. Becoming more and more breathless, Kimberly had almost gone outright glassy-eyed once she ended up on her back again, quite enjoying the heat building from all the bending and touching and flipping and- oh. Oh this was a good one he was going for. Kimberly tensed up as she felt his far more burly legs wind around hers and his hands pin her wrists like two lovers about to go for a ride. That improved her mood, especially as he spread her legs wide again.
Rather than look like some starry-eyed college freshman, which she had once been, she tried to look dignified. And she tried even harder not to shift her hips up to meet with his. She should win an award for her discipline. Right... more... more interview. More baiting him? More baiting him. "Okay... very good... What... what do you do when she's maybe mouthy? Or insulting you? Clearly you're winning, but she just won't shut up with the insults!"
He didn't say it.
Kimberly's face fell, but she dragged it back up as quickly as she could. No, she was being ridiculous! She shouldn't want him to at all really, because what business did she have getting smushed beneath him and being anything at all resembling a happy camper about it? As he twisted her over, though, she almost didn't react short of a small groan as her breasts got flattened against the mats. Despite all her trying to convince herself to the contrary, the thought hit her that he would do that to almost any other woman he wrestled. What made her any different?
The interview, she supposed. It still made her a bit disappointed and cranky, but that idea whisked away the second she got just enough torque on her back for it to hurt. "Nnngh...", she complained, pressing the back of her hand against the small of her back. She supposed she couldn't complain too much... It was kind of fun to get bent here and there without the pain being agonizing or constant, and the cameras would eat it up. She knew people would enjoy the sight of her getting worked over, even lightly.
And gosh, the way he flipped her over and over... that had her going, too. Becoming more and more breathless, Kimberly had almost gone outright glassy-eyed once she ended up on her back again, quite enjoying the heat building from all the bending and touching and flipping and- oh. Oh this was a good one he was going for. Kimberly tensed up as she felt his far more burly legs wind around hers and his hands pin her wrists like two lovers about to go for a ride. That improved her mood, especially as he spread her legs wide again.
Rather than look like some starry-eyed college freshman, which she had once been, she tried to look dignified. And she tried even harder not to shift her hips up to meet with his. She should win an award for her discipline. Right... more... more interview. More baiting him? More baiting him. "Okay... very good... What... what do you do when she's maybe mouthy? Or insulting you? Clearly you're winning, but she just won't shut up with the insults!"