An Interview With Sunshine (Feat. Alix Jacques and Gabriella Soto)

[DSX93]

Like she would've needed it. Alix was sorely tempted to pose for her. Give her some better angles. Let her know, without any ambiguity, that she didn't need to be all proper with her.

And she would, but this wasn't the time.

"All the better for you to show me the ropes in, I figured."

Her tone was easygoing, doing nothing to betray the cost.

"I'm glad you like it, by the way: Both the set-up and the get-up."

She gestured towards herself when she arrived at "get-up".

"Speaking of which, I like your outfit too. It's perfect for you."

[HotWheels]

Sometimes, Gabby wished she had her sister's boldness (and height). Despite all her attempts to keep her composure, the biggest temptation to throw it all to the wind and drop a line like I'll show you some ropes hit her the same as a semitruck. But that was indeed more what Alicia would say in this situation, and Gabby only offered a confirming nod. No need to go running Alix off, was there? Then again, Alix didn't seem the type to be run off by anything.

She was grateful that she was still a few feet away. Alix caught her in the compliment about her outfit, and Gabby could just feel the heat rising to her cheeks. It rose twofold when Alix complimented Gabby's own outfit. And to think, she had planned so well ahead of time how she was not going to let any of the flirty talk get to her. She was failing extremely well. "Thanks. I'm pretty proud of it, but it was the people in LAW who designed it. Can't take too much credit!"

It seemed the time to...feel this out. Hopping up onto the apron, Gabby gazed over the ring and in Alix's general direction, though she never quite locked eyes with the beauty. Not the thing to do when red in the face. "So how do you wanna start? Jump straight into sparring? Make this more like a match?" Make out?

[DSX93]

Alix made a mental note to get the names of those responsible for what Gabriella was wearing. They would be getting a nice anonymous tip for a job well done.

And as for how to start this session off...

If this were a scene, Alix would've said that she wanted to learn about this hold that they call the Lip Lock. That she's been told that it's a pretty effective one, especially when used by the French and their disciples. And she feels bad about being French and not knowing it, you see...

Maybe she'd find a place to work that in at some point. But for now...

"Yeah, let's do that. I'm sure you'll find out what needs work that way. Hopefully, it won't be too much!"

She donned a mask of apology in advance as she climbed onto the apron and held the ropes open for her possible, but unintended instructor.

"After you."

[HotWheels]

Ugh, it was so weird thinking about teaching someone else, too: especially someone Gabby considered her superior in maturity in every single aspect of life. Maybe she really did have more experience wrestling, though, and she guessed she had tutored people twice her age in college-level English. That was...different, though. She hadn't gotten tangled into submission holds with her tutees. That would have probably gotten her fired.

But, here they were, and it was going to happen lest Gabby flee for her life, look like a fool, and ruin the opportunity to make a lasting friend of someone so spectacular. With the world's largest steadying breath, she nodded, ready to swing through the ropes herself before she realized the gorgeous woman, in that outfit, was holding them open for her. Gabby almost, almost curtsied like some dumbass prom waif, but she just shot a quick thanks to her host and slipped through.

She hadn't stretched much aside from a bit before leaving her apartment, but was she really going to do her dance routine right in front of Alix? Yeah, probably not. She did pull on her legs a bit at the knees and swung her arms to make sure she was limber, but after that, she swung around, ready to try and take down- that. Aphrodite, basically.

"So um...is there something you feel like you're weak at? I can change my offense around whatever you need to work on."

[DSX93]

Almost as if she'd heard Gabriella's mental reference of her as a love goddess, Alix took her time as she slipped between the ropes. To a sly extent, long enough to give her a good look at the callipygousness that would be on display in her uniform without tipping her off, at least not too much, that she was doing this on purpose.

When the wrestling angel asked her what she thought she needed work on the most, she had an answer at the ready as she mimicked what she was doing.

Alix had already made her preparations for this, finishing up just before she walked in. But she had the image of a pure sexpot who relied on that and was otherwise out of her element to maintain.

"I'm terrible on the ground. If someone turns it into a wrestling match and gets me down there, and they're not having my usual approach, they can pretty much do whatever they want.

It usually works out fine, if you catch my drift, but it sucks when I'm going for a win."

[HotWheels]

Why...why did her boobs have to move like that in that outfit?

Gabby did not consider herself a lech, but she felt like one watching Alix. Again, maybe she shouldn't. This woman made a career off of moving in ways that made people stare at her and spend their money to see her. But she still felt awkward after her eyes had lingered for about a second and a half too long, and she just tried to...stretch. And ignore the heat she was already feeling. She would melt or have a heart attack before this was all over.

...Especially if most of what they were going to do ended up on the ground. Gabby swallowed hard, but nodded. She guessed it did make sense; the stuff on the ground had been the hardest part of her learning experience, too, but still. "Yeah, yeah, I think I get you. I'm okay at most things on the ground." Ugh, her trainer sister should have probably been doing this. Or not. No, that was a bad idea. "So uh...we'll just...go then?", she asked, falling into a squatted fighting stance, arms slightly raised to her chest, to urge Alix to do the same so they could begin with the usual lock-up. If they didn't start, Gabby was going to be sweating before the wrestling even began. "We'll say the bell just rang."

[DSX93]

Alix had her eyes cast downward, in Gabriella's general direction, but not directly on her. After catching her in her periphery, the former pornstar noted that she really liked her boobs. Or maybe it was just the appearance that they were one wrong move away from popping out?

And they wouldn't. She was assured of it, and this was a supplier whom she'd worked with for years. Elise's word was as good as gold.

...Or it could just be both.

Alix copied Gabriella's stance exactly, then moved forward to initiate their lock-up. From there, she'd follow her lead like a good pupil.

[HotWheels]

Even watching Alix slip closer to her, bringing that gorgeous face and those, uh...prominent features closer sent Gabby's knees back to wanting to knock again. Damn that cliche, and damn that there was truth to it. But she reeled herself in; she should carry herself with some sense of dignity since she had been asked this in some good faith. The electric sensation of having the woman locking arms with her, their heads dipping closer to each other, she tried to ignore. It was difficult.

She pushed on Alix, though not aggressively like she would have in a match. The woman had mentioned needing help on the ground, so...she might as well go ahead and take this to the ground. After a few seconds of rudimentary pushing, Gabby shifted her weight just enough for Alix to notice. "Someone my size would probably try this..."

Breaking the lockup with a sudden downward wrench of her arms, Gabby dove low toward Alix, throwing her legs out to scissor the beauty's ankle and trip her onto her stomach.

[DSX93]

Alix readily raised her leg out of reach.

Okay, not so far out of her element that she'd be falling for moves that even a rookie would be able to avoid.

And the darkness followed the light downwards, where it did its work best.

Don't let this be too much. Don't let this be too much...

It seemed simple and innocent enough when Alix first thought over the movements she'd use for their sparring, but with her being the filthy, out and proud pervert that she is and Gabriella being the stubborn professional that she is...

She could take being mounted the wrong way. Or maybe she wouldn't. Stubborn professionalism could take this either way.

Well, this is wrestling.

Alix went ahead with the mount attempt. A sensible move: The opponent takes a risk, it doesn't work out, then, since it's up for grabs, one goes for one of the most dominant positions there is. Simple.

Another mask would be donned: This one of uncertainty, although her moment of doubt did help.

Uh, would this be the move for me to make?

Her arms would be held lower than they should be, loosely bent and closer to her gut and Gabriella's own hands instead of acute and level with her chest, right in her line of sight and ready to move and counter the hands that would have to reach up to her.

[HotWheels]

It confirmed that Gabby was not working from scratch, at least, when Alix stepped out of a move the Latina had basically announced. Okay, good to know. Frankly, she just didn't have a gauge; it was not as if she had seen Alix wrestle before. She claimed that the vast majority of what she knew was...sexfighting. It was always possible she was just being humble and could give Alaina Sanders a run for her money. It was equally possible that a thump to the head could knock her over, though less likely with Gabby's having seen her know enough to avoid the takedown.

Gabby reeled her legs back in when she came up empty, more sluggishly than she might have in a real match, and she started to sit up. Started was the operative word: as soon as she did, there was a beauty cascading toward her. Gabby, not exactly ready, let out an oof and groan when the woman's weight smacked down upon her, and the groan and distraction of having another body, one that must have been a little heavier than hers given those curves, weighing down on her.

Oh. Yeah. Those curves were weighing down upon her.

Gabby's eyes flicked first to the pretty face above her and at Alix's body before they quickly flipped away. Porn star on top of her. Dreamy and terrifying, all at once. The Latina, trying to avoid giving away how flustered even this position had left her, almost forgot to answer Alix. "Uh, it would work," she said, uncertainly. It would work on her anyway, if she reacted this way... She did force herself to look over Alix's form, trying to gauge how she could counter. "Umm...your face is pretty open like this. And I could do..."

Gabby planted her hands on the mat to either side of herself for balance and swung her legs up, trying to catch Alix's head between her ankles and pull her out of the mount.