One thing to the Next - Drifter/Clara

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"What? I can't do that... not without a 'please!'" Kay teased, biting on her lower lip firmly at the sight of Clara trapped below her. She squeezed at Clara's hips with her thighs to keep herself steady upon her, feeling Clara buckle and writhe to escape the terrible peril of tickling. For now Kay managed to keep her position, enjoying the sight of Clara's stunning form as her midriff noticeably strained from the laughter. Kay continued the terrible torture, becoming a little more relentless at times despite Clara's pleas, but trying to find a balance as not to overwhelm Clara and make the affair unbearable.

Clara's laugh was just as delightful to hear as she was to look upon. Though some of said laughter was forced from her lungs by the tickle, plenty of it was coming naturally from the beautiful woman who seemed to be enjoying Kay's company as much as she enjoyed hers. Kay hadn't noticed the smile on her own face, as she was beaming in a manner that she had not done so for many long and hard years. Kay eased her tickling at times to allow Clara to breathe between the laughter, however, doing so finally had its cost!

As Kay eased a tickle upon Clara's stomach, the British woman buckled again with desperate energy. Despite Clara's grip upon her hips with her legs, she was still thrown off. Kay yelped as she virtually found herself bring forced into a bit of a roll as she was thrown from Clara, settling by the head of the bed. Though landing safely, the Canadian was left a little disorientated, yelping and turning the wrong and long way to try and scramble and recapture Clara before she could regain her own composure!

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"Nonono...please...ahahahaha..."

Clara's face was hurting from smiling too much from the terrible torture her friend enacted on her. Worse yet, there was no way to escape it, as Kay firmly positioned herself on top of the Brit, leaving her unable to escape her hellish situation.

The laugh was, however, half from torture, but half from the fun she was having with Kay, as the blunette successfully discharged the tension in the room that occured not even a minute ago. Even between Kay relaxed pace of tickling, Clara couldn't help but giggle at the situation, as she beamed her smile to her cute friend.

Still, she wanted to escape, and in between one of the pauses, she buckled Kay off of her to escape the fun hell, tossing Kay onto the bed.

She rose, still giggling, while Kay actually took the wrong turn, and had her back to her. She wasted no time as she dashed towards the blunette, capturing her in a weakened version of Full Nelson!

"Mwahaha! No escape for you now!"

Clara had no pressure on the hold, not making it in anyway painful, though she encouraged Kay to try and escape it...

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Kay yelped, feeling Clara press up behind her to capture her in a Full Nelson hold. Clara was clearly playing however, as she barely applied any real pressure, simply holding Kay in place for now. The two were on their knees in the center of the bed, as Kay bit on her lower lip, struggling and purposely grunting. She knew she could escape easily enough, but she thought it would be fun to play up to the hold for a bit. Given how soft the hold was, it almost felt like Clara was counting on Kay to slip free, and thus the Canadian would do so.

Kay was forceful, but slow with her movements, bringing her arms down whilst leaning back against Clara to force her against the bed once more with Kay on top. She brought one of her legs up, quite cleverly to prevent a bodyscissor before Kay twisted and wrestled with Clara to get free of the Nelson. She giggled out, bringing herself up as she grasped at Clara's thighs with each arm in an underhook. Knowing Clara could slip another bodyscissor upon her from this position, Kay moved with a little haste, twisting herself around and pulling Clara around to lie on her stomach with Kay shifting into a crouched position on her rear.

With her legs still captured in her arms, Kay had Clara in a Boston Crab! Again, it was not locked on fully, but instead just firmly to keep Clara in place with just a little discomfort for the British wrestler. Kay was already scheming, biting her lower lip with an element of seduction as she held her friend playfully in place.
"Wanna give up now? Or shall we see if I can get your feet to touch your head?" She whispered with a playful tone, glancing back to look upon Clara with mockingly sinister smile. She had no intension of doing such a thing, though she didn't mind giving a few tugs on her legs to put slight discomforting pressure on her spine as she kept her in place.

Kay shifted her grasp upon Clara's legs, purposely grasping at Clara's yoga pants rather than her legs as she leaned back a little... It gave Clara a potential out from the Boston Crab, but it would mean losing her Yoga bottoms in the process... Kay wondered if Clara would figure out she could do such a thing, and more importantly if she would. Kay felt a wave of both nervousness and excitement, knowing she could potentially have Clara reduce herself to as little attire as herself. The thought caused a flutter in Kay's heart, nearly making her lose her grasp.

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As Clara counted on Kay to escape the hold, the blunette would suddenly forcibly break the weakened hold, before tackling Clara against the bed once more!

"Wah! Why you...", Clara let out in a faux threatening manner, as Katherine grabbed her legs to avoid a potential bodyscissor from her...leaving Kay easily able to apply her next hold, as she turned the Dhadow Lord onto her stomach for a Boston Crab!

The hold was, of course, weakened, but it was difficult to fold someone in half and for it to not hurt. Kay tried to scare Clara with increasing the power in the hold, though Clara knew Kay wouldn't do anything if the sort: "Mggh...not...giving...up!", she proudly proclaimed, despite the blunette giving light tugs on her legs to "threaten" her.

Clara would then suddenly realize that Kay wasn't holding to her legs...but rather her yoga pants, meaning Clara could easily slide out of the hold at the price of exposing her legs and panties...

With a reddened face, Clara took the out. Kay was already in her panties, so what was the harm, she believed. Scooting from underneath Kay, she slid out of her pants, left knee in white panties as she climbed back to her knees...

...and seized Kay from the back: "Naughty...", she giggled...before lifting Kay off the bed and onto her back and shoulders to drive her into the bed for a German Suplex, as "punishment" of depriving her of her attire.

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Kay gasped out in a forced manner, holding onto Clara's tights and feigning disbelieve that the Brit was able to escape.
"Clever girl! I never would have thought of that to escape!" Kay yelped out, though it was becoming increasingly obvious that had been her intent all along given her bad acting over her surprise. However, the facade dropped and actual surprise took her when Clara wrapped her arms around her waist from behind, forcing her to drop Clara's tights as a grunt was forced from her lungs. The young woman moved fast, and Kay tried to pry free of her hug only to feel herself being hoisted up before going over Clara!

The world turned this way and that with the motion and momentum, and with a heavy bump, Kay nearly bounced about four foot in the air from the impact of a German Suplex, as Clara put a surprising amount of effort in... no doubt putting force into the move as a way to get back at Kay's sly tactic. If the Suplex had been made upon the canvas, it would have knocked Kay for six, though fortunately most of the vicious momentum was eaten up by the softness of the mattress. Kay bounced down and slowly settled, yelping once again... a little disorientated but otherwise not the worse for wear.

She slid up to her knees in a bit of a daze, unaware she was wide open for attack. Even if she had not been dazed, the sight of seeing Clara would have left her stunned anyway, as the Canadian was able to finally looked upon the slightly more declothed Clara, the fruits of her sneaky labour. With her shirt tucked up, her midriff on show and her legs completely exposed, Clara made for a stunning sight. The girl was beautiful anyway, but seeing her in her current attire began to stir all manner of feelings within Kay.

Her legs were simply amazing, no doubt through many years of hard training to become the capable wrestler she was today. Though her yoga pants had hinted to her stunning shape, seeing her legs to bare and the rest of her angelic form was something Kay would not forget. On her beautiful face however was something of an angry and determined look however, as Kay realised all at once that Clara was coming at her. Her eyes went wide as she gasped out, realising Clara was on the offensive, and she might have been worried if it wasn't for the smile she caught in Clara's eyes.

Fortunately she didn't seem too phased about the removal of her pants... but it was becoming increasingly clear she still looked to make Kay pay for the crime!
"Mercy!" Kay near squealed in an adorable manner, trying to back away but falling back on the bed!

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"Naughty...liar!", Clara would say as she lifted Kay up into the air, before finishing her "insult" once she slammed her friend into the bed.

Clara actually put a good deal of strength into the move. Not enough to hurt Kay, given that they were on the bed, but this was fairly close to a German she'd give to her opponent in an actual match.

She let Kay get up in her disorientated state, seeing her friend gazing upon the fruits of her labour, Clara blushing once more. The way Kay was doing this definitely went beyond the realm of "friendly prank"...add to that, she was looking the exact same way, with blunette's soft legs, and cute tummy exposed, and Clara felt that not asking her out, in a romantic manner, would be the biggest mistake of her life...

...she had to ask her about all of this at some point, she thought to herself...and yet, she felt off asking about this just yet.

She didn't realize the two of them were stuck looking at each other for a good 15 seconds, forgetting the two of them had a match going on.

Clara would react first, tackling Kay to her back as she pleaded for mercy:

"Mwahahaha...there's no mercy to find in my lair!"

Clara resisted all she could from kissing Kay, instead getting a very suggestive idea to her head, a perfect comeback at Kay taking away her attire. Quickly rolling in front of Kay's head, Clara's legs would sneak around it, her left leg resting atop her friend's neck, while her right solidified it in it's place in a 4 shape, trapping Kay in a weakened Figure 4 Headscissors!

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Given that Clara's current state of attire (or lack there of) was of Kay's doing, she thought she might have been better prepared for what came next. However, all that confidence she had built up diminished in an instant when Clara turned things around. Her stunning legs snaked their way around her neck, as the back of Clara's knee folded over one of her ankles to lock in a very firm Figure Four Headscissors. Kay yelped, feeling herself being pulled down to lie on her back against the bed, propped up as her shoulders were against Clara whilst her legs squeezed around her neck.

It was enough to make Kay gasp, as she reached up to clutch at Clara's legs. Given that Kay had near enough forced Clara to remove her own pants in an effort to escape... all Kay could feel was skin around her neck and head... and that made her blush terribly. Fortunately with her head facing away for now, Clara wasn't able to see. Also with considerable fortune was that Clara wasn't fully applying the hold, though it didn't seem to leave Kay any less breathless.

Kay tried to pry free, but Clara let her know she was not going anywhere, at least for now... and in truth, perhaps Kay's prying had not come with the greatest of effort. She bit on her lower lip... considering tickling at Clara to find release... but she didn't want to turn this playful spar into a tickle match, and she was in no rush to actually get free, and thus Kay explored her options.

"Oh no! Captured by the Shadow Lord?" Kay yelped out with a pretend helplessness. "What wil she do to me?!" Kay further yelped out in an adorably and playful manner. However she finally began to make some efforts now as she realised perhaps she was lingering a little longer than she should within the hold without any form of struggle. She winced a little, feeling a slight squeeze for her efforts, but she tried to make her way upto her knees, hoping the shift in leverage might give her a chance to pry free.

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As Clara trapped her friend's cute face around her thighs, she couldn't help but blush and giggle. Kay brought this on herself, both in the form of challenging the Brit to a bit of roughhousing around the house, and via removing her pants. She felt the warmth emmintating from her face, likely due to the furious blush on her face, causing her smirk at Kay to get wider. The hold wasn't too tight, but it was firm enough to limit Kay's breathing just a little bit, as well as it being challenging to remove her legs from around her head without outside help, something Kay would discover fro herself as she tried to pry the hold open.

"Unspeakably evil things...I'll make sure of that! Mwahahaha!", Clara played along with her friend as she continued in her quest to escape the dreaded headscissors, getting quite a bit of leeway from Clara due to the hold being weaker than usual, Kay eventually making herself a hole in the loop of Clara's hold, sneaking her head from under the hold: "Grrrrh...foiled again...", she grumbled, retreating away to give the Drifter some space to get up, before Clara and her collided in a lock up again...

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Whilst a far cry from full contact sparring, the playful roughhousing between the two friends was still bringing quite the drain. Though holds were not fully locked in, there was still enough grip and pressure within the headscissor to slowly sap at the strength and stamina of Kay. Considering the two had already had an actual spar earlier, it was taking a toll. The headscissor was not exactly life threatening, but it had still caused quite a significant amount of labour to breathe as her thigh pressed in against her neck, and escaping the hold was an even more laborious task when Kay was able to finally slip free after a brief struggle.

Kay had been holding back herself against Clara given the playful nature of their current tussle, but she was still working, and as such, her body was developing a slight gleam as she began to sweat. Her chest rose and fell deeper as she looked to regain her breathe, coming up to her knees as a beautiful smile spread across her lips. She was barely ready when Clara attacked once more, giving a little grunt as Clara clashed lightly against her, near knocking her onto her back upon the bed. Fortunately Kay was able to keep on her knees. The Canadian bit on her lower lip, feeling Clara fight to lock up her arms again to start the struggle all over. A little giggle escaped from Kay as it felt like Clara was determined to gain advantage... A little more power and strength was going into her grapples, the Brit probably eager to tie her up in another hold.

A part of Kay was tempted to let her do so, seeing what Clara had in mind for her... There was already a lot of body contact as the two girls struggled, a slight competitiveness almost creeping in as the two fought for control. The laughing between the two girls however eased the competitive tension... however it felt like a different form of tension was beginning to grow, given the two girls pressed up against each other. It was Kay who finally took initiative, breaking her hands away from Clara's, before wrapping her arms around her slender waist.

Kay straightened herself up, pressing her arms in against and all around Clara's beautiful core, locking in a bearhug whilst the two remained on their knees. Whilst not as tight as a grip she could inflict, it was still quite a squeeze Kay applied upon Clara... She felt her bare stomach mesh against her own, as their chests pressed tight from the strong grip. There was enough pressure to force a moan from Clara, and given how close their faces were together, it stirred all manner of feelings within Kay. Her heart skipped a beat when it was already racing...
"Got you..." Kay whispered, her voice unusually quiet, yet soft and sweet upon the ears. She kept a firm squeeze upon Clara, enjoying the feel of her stunning form against her own... she was nervous... yet excited.... she did not know what to do... her mind was racing so much she had barely realised her lips had near brushed up against Clara's own.

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Clara kept a good look on Kay, on the Canadian cutie's smirk, and on her glistening, slightly tired figure. The Brit rarely realized that she herself was quite wet with sweat during encounters, be they spars or actual matches. Only when she took a look at her opponents or partners and saw the drops of sweat did she realize that drops of sweat were rolling down her smooth skin...

As they collided, Clara put a lot more strength onto Kay, almost the exact same amount as she would during a regular match, trying to topple the blunette onto her back...but Kay was holding on, managing to fight Clara off!

On top of that, as Clara was too focused on the lock up, she didn't realize the trap that Kay had in mind for her, as Kay would suddenly release the grip, and snake her arms around the Brit's torso, trapping her in a bearhug! Yelping, the pressure mounted, until she felt her and Kay's stomachs and chest pressing close against each other:

"Aaaah...", she let out a moan, from pressure into her spine, or the suggestive feeling of the hug, Clara herself wasn't sure, She lightly dug her elbows into Kay's arms, trying to break her opponent's grip to escape.