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

[DSX93]

Alix likely could've stopped this before it really took off. Take control of the arms, raise up, and bring her hips down to keep her down -- and she could generate some velocity in those hips -- and keep the mount. But instead, she followed along, letting herself be guided upwards as Gabriella stretched to buck her off.

It was hard to keep a proper eye on what she was doing when her skintight suit was accentuating her curves as wonderfully as they were, and the lighting doing such a lovely job of bringing out her bared abs. But her experience would pull her through.

When Gabriella made her move, Alix "fell" forward. The momentum would have them crashing back down to the mat, bringing her far further between her legs and their bodies closer together than intended.

Alix's ample chest would end up on her midsection, and her head on Gabriella's. A genuine happy accident: The goth was good, but she wasn't that good.

She would lift her head to look up at her. Their close proximity would get her heart pounding, so much so that she'd wonder if the half-Latina could feel it.

"You okay?" she would say, feigning ignorance of the fact that she was in a prime position for some body scissor action. And with what she's seen so far, she knew it was coming. Gabriella was one who knew how to use those long, shapely legs.

[HotWheels]

Gabby felt sort of like she was fumbling for nothing when it seemed like her knees and thighs were mostly bopping Alix in the back and doing much of nothing else as she lifted her legs to search for the porn star's head. After a swinging attempt where she never even spotted her own toes, Gabby flopped back down...but apparently her ass had gotten more lift than she had believed. As her body settled, Alix slid down her body, apparently thrown off-balance, and Gabby briefly lost sight of her for a moment before she felt the woman weighing on her hips and stomach.

And the face resting against her chest. At least, that was what Gabby realized it was when she looked down to see Alix staring back at her with no more than a few inches separating them. That would make those Alix's breasts against her stomach and... oh. Wow. She looked so good up close. It was like something out of Gabby's dreams, and a heat promptly began its rise from her core and up to her quickly-flushing chest and face. What the heck did she-

Alix's asking her question snapped her out of her reverie. That didn't stop her tongue from feeling numb when she tried to answer. "Y-yeah? I'm not even sure how we got...here."

Here, she realized a second later, was in one of those positions where Alix must have described many opponents getting the better of her on the ground. She felt the woman's midriff between her legs, resting against her hips. Gabby had two options: she could lie here like a stupid, inept pervert or she could scissor the woman and keep on acting like she was actually somewhat in control of this little training meeting. She opted for the second option, though her body felt like it was going to explode as she whipped her legs up to snag Gabby's body between them. Her ankles slapped together, and given the tension, she probably squeezed too hard at first before she remembered she should ease up since this was just practice.

"Well...obviously this isn't the place to be on the ground," she said, as if that were not obvious, just to have something that sounded vaguely intelligently to say to battle back the tension.

[DSX93]

It felt like time froze when Gabriella lifted her head to look down at her. Right in that perfect moment where their eyes met. Alix's breath went with it again, and she felt that same heat rising within her.

If this were an anime, her entire face would be red, with steam running out of her ears.

And then she felt a crushing pressure bearing down on her ribs that made her wince and release a pained grunt. She knew this was coming, but had still managed to get caught unprepared.

Her vice grip slackened, but the message had been received: Gabriella Soto indeed had some lethal legs.

Alix nodded along and laid her hands on her instructor's knees, giving them a good downward push in a feigned attempt at powering her way out of the hold, and when her strength had predictably proved to be insufficient, moved them behind her back and to make a token effort at separating her ankles.

Her eager hands slid down her knees to her toned calves, fingers pressing into the tensed muscles and committing their form to memory as well as she could get them to at the speed she had them moving: Slower than normal, but carefully measured so she could still have some plausible deniability if she were found out to just be taking the opportunity to get a good feel of those legs.

If she still needed it, anyway. After that close look into her eyes, it didn't feel quite as likely.

During the aforementioned token effort, she would lean forward a little and stick her chest out, offering Gabriella another fine look at the tits she seemed to like so much before eventually giving another nod following her "failure" to escape...

Indeed. But uh...

...And then a lighthearted giggle.

...Would you hold it against me if I said this wasn't a bad place to be?

But before Gabriella could answer, however, Alix would lean forward to take control of her arms, planting them above her head by the wrists if she managed to catch them.

She would use that moment to stand, unabated by the limbs she had trapped but still connected to her via those wrapped around her waist. Her intention would be to get up right away, but as their faces came within inches of each other, she would freeze, taking another deep look into those beautiful eyes.

Heart threatening to pound out of her chest, that heat rising until she began to sweat for a reason that had nothing to do with exertion, goosebumps forming on her soft skin...

With those lips so close within reach of her own...

It would take everything she had to refrain from just staying there.

[HotWheels]

While wrestling by its nature tended to get a little intimate, Gabby usually succeeded in keeping that aspect of the sport at arms length in most of her encounters. All the contact, the tangling, the warm breaths and the grasping and the power struggle were there and obvious, but most of the people she had trained with and wrestled with before had placed all that aside. The half-Latin beauty had learned to do the same herself, and usually, outside of some momentary distractions, she kept her focus almost entirely in her matches.

This encounter proved entirely different. If having a sexy porn star in that outfit lying on top of her, and having her legs wrapped around that porn star, were not enough to make this feel more like an amorous tryst, the hands that slid across her bare legs and tickled her feet certainly managed. Gabby felt a moan forming in her throat; she swallowed it. The shiver that coursed through her when she felt Alix's hands sliding across her calves she could not stop, however, though she hoped Alix didn't notice its subtlety.

...Did she hope? Did it matter anymore? Was this actually supposed to be a spar or was she being seduced?

Gabby rubbed a hand over her own face as those thoughts battled and tortured her. It was hard enough to think as it was...

And that was before Alix, taking advantage of Gabby's distractions, took her wrists and pinned her arms above her head like a lover about to be taken. If the shiver from before had been subtle, this one was not. And the moan did escape. A quiet one, almost so quiet that the scuffing on the mats could have concealed it and one that could have sounded as much like a slight complaint at her new predicament as a moan of pleasure, but a moan nonetheless. The Latina's eyes flew open, a clear oh fuck written clearly in her deep brown eyes.

As Alix started to stand, she entirely forgot what they were doing, and her legs fell off of the beauty's midriff. She was, for all intents and purposes, frozen despite her insides being on fire, as Alix somehow found a way to manage to slip closer without their lips touching. Gabby could see little more than those beautiful eyes now, and she could have sworn she saw a scheme forming in them that meant...terrible and wonderful things for her. Her mind, meanwhile, engaged in a battle, half demanding that more happen and half panicking.

[DSX93]

Fuck.

That shudder. That little moan. Her hopeless struggle to keep it from showing, to maintain that demure air. That look in her eyes when she knew that Alix knew. How this celestial being was lying there now, shining in the light above them, ripe for the taking...!

Fuck!

Indeed, Alix was about done with this facade. She considered offering Gabriella a hand up, but she liked her where she was and had the feeling that this precious woman didn't mind her current place either. So after a pause that was pregnant with their shared tension, Alix asked her...

"Would you like for me to show you a little of how I do things?"

Normally, a sultry grin would accompany a question like this, but that wouldn't be the case here. Just an unflinching, mesmerized gaze that made it clear: Gabriella had her under her spell.

[HotWheels]

The gig was up. Gabby knew. By her best assumption, Alix knew. That left her with one extremely important question that cut through all of her anticipation and anxiety and need: was she just being a complete pervert who should feel really bad that she had nothing but sex on her mind while in a porn star's company or was Alix all in and trying to get her to this point? Alix had to know, right? She was an actress, but Gabby didn't think it was possible for anyone to act that well...and if she found it so easy to be so sensual when she was not actively trying to be-

Finally, the woman on top spoke. Gabby...still couldn't decide the answer to her one question. But even as her nerves continued to send her stomach into flips, the Latina at least had confirmation of one thing: she should get confident in her ability to keep up with a porn star really quick because she could not bring herself to say no. Her whole body ached with desire to see exactly what would happen. "Yeah," poured from her mouth, as much of a nervous sigh as it was a word.

She lay there, totally at Alix's mercy, having not budged an inch since the woman pinned her wrists...but she still felt a need to sound like she at least was not a numb-lipped idiot who had never gotten intimate with anyone. "You know, for the interview. Call it...research on your...seduction skills."

Hmm. That was not as cool as it sounded in her head.

[DSX93]

Alix's look of entrancement became a sweet smile.

"Well, I typically start off finding something I like about my opponent and complimenting them about it. Like their perfect hair, their beautiful eyes, how their wrestling gear fits them so, so well: Accentuates that perfect body that they clearly worked so hard for, with a color scheme that fits their sweet, demure personality..."

She turned her eyes up to the light above them.

"How the light shines off of them just right and makes that personality manifest in the physical realm, looking like the aura of a wrestling angel..."

Her gaze would then return to the beauty lying before her.

"And how it all came together to reach in and take my breath away."

Alix lowered herself onto the mat and started crawling towards her, taking her time with her advance.

"And then, before the bell rang, I'd propose a kiss."

Getting closer now, eying her lips...

"A nice, sweet smooch..."

And closer...

"To a fun, friendly match..."

And closer, straddling her now with their faces mere inches apart...

"And because I just need to taste those luscious lips. Right. Now."

After cupping the Latina's cheeks in her hands, Alix would close the remaining distance to finally, finally do just that.

Once.

Twice.

And a third time because she's feeling greedy.

She would breathe a deep sigh when they finally parted, like she was letting go of a breath she'd been holding in for ages.

"I've been wanting to do that since I first laid eyes on you."

[HotWheels]

It did not take a genius to realize that Alix was being very specific about what she thought about Gabby. There was a very small chance that she was delusional, a more cynical and rational part of the Latina's mind believed. Yes, people had expressed interest in her before. Yes, she had been with those people, but something always went wrong. The Californian had started taking that tendency as an indication that maybe all those people were full of a lot of crap, so she had a hard time buying herself as some sort of "wrestling angel."

Did that overly matter right now, with Alix's hovering over her and pinning her down and heaping her with praise? Hell no, and Gabby cast the thoughts out as quickly as they had arrived. She let them turn her face as red as a beet, the color deepening to an almost comical degree.

This was...dream-like. And Gabby daydreamed a lot about these things. She tried to avoid doing that now, to stay in the moment, but she had certainly dreamed of a girl or guy as gorgeous and sensual as Alix pinning her down exactly this way. Saying all-too-similar words. Moving in for a kiss. It was difficult to stay out of her own head, but she ended up getting lost in Alix's eyes, her lips, the way she stared...right up until the moment their lips touched. It was not a deep, ravenous kiss, but possibly the sweetest, most tempting one Gabby had ever experienced. It was followed by another. Then another. They rocked Gabby's sprawled form to the core though she never moved.

And what did she say after that? "That's what I've been wanting you to do," she finally answered, through lidded eyes, surprised at her own adept thought. "So...what would you do after that? For my research, of course."

[DSX93]

Delicious.

The reddened Gabriella's suddenly all too smooth response prompted a raised eyebrow from the seductress sitting on top of her. She wondered if some of what she'd seen was just her playing coy; it felt safe to assume that it wasn't entirely an act.

It didn't really matter to her either way, but if she'd schemed towards this moment herself...

Well played, Gabby.

What she would do next? Alix gave her a minxy smirk.

"Of course."

Of course it's for research purposes.

"Next, I would invite you down onto the mat with me."

Their lips would come so tantalizingly close again when Alix laid her forehead upon that of sweet Gabby's.

"Get nice and cozy with you."

She'd slip an arm underneath the brunette's head to act as a pillow, and run her fingers through her hair, caress her cheek...

"Like so."

...But they would not share another kiss.

"I would take my time."

But her lips would find their way to Gabriella's nose, however, with an impish giggle following that. Then they would move to that spot between the jaw and the neck, with her stopping for a moment to take a whiff of her heavenly perfume...

"Mmm, Gabby, you smell divine."

...And plant another couple kisses in that same spot.

"I'd take my time..."

Continuing across her clavicles, and then she would lean into her ear and whisper...

"Because we have so very much of it."

Give the lobe a little nibble. Breathe. Let her warm breath wash over her ear.

And then she would take the Latina's hands and, after sitting upright, guide them to her breasts. Put her own hands behind her head, throw it back, and let go, allowing Gabriella free rein to explore her body and all of its curves throughout. She would give her some time to get acquainted before she continued.

"I'd want you to be comfortable. I'd want you to know that even though this is a match..."

She'd open her closed eyes so she could look into Gabriella's.

"...That I am here first and foremost to make you feel so. Fucking. Good."

And then reach for Gabriella's hands, wherever they may be, and take them into her own.

"And to that end, if I really, really liked you, I'd ask you to tell me all of your fantasies. From the very sweetest...

For punctuation, she would bring her hands up to her lips to plant kisses on the backs of both, and then interlock their fingers. And in doing the same for the other end of the spectrum, Alix would pin her arms above her head again. But this time, she would stay put.

"...To your deepest, darkest, and most wonderfully wicked. So I could do my very best to fulfill every last one."

[HotWheels]

Gabby had schemed this. This exact scenario, in her head, about a million times. She hadn't been imagining Alix exactly, of course, but someone that lovely. She had wondered whether all her crazy fantasies might actually lead somewhere at some point, and if they did, the Latina wanted to know exactly what she would do and what she would want. She was forgetting ninety percent of that now, but at least she had made enough of her interaction with Alix to even end up in this position in the first place.

The lights upstairs dimmed, too, in a most pleasant way as the first kiss on her nose sent Gabby to melting; she thought of nothing but the sensations while the kisses proceeded all across her. A handful of gasps were all she had in response. Some of those places, she could not remember being kissed. No one had ever nibbled her ear, and she could not gauge what the weird twitch in her shoulder was in reaction besides fantastic.

But her reverie ended as she watched Alix bring her hands up...and place them right on the breasts that Gabby had been staring at for the last few minutes. With the impetus back on the Californian, she looked a deer in the headlights for a moment as she stared at her hands over Alix's breasts. It took no less than three seconds before she remembered that to actually see what they felt like, she should start rubbing, and she did, her thumbs sliding over the bare skin exposed by the window before the entirety of her hands got involved. They felt...awesome. Different from Gabby's, if only because they were not hers and on such fantastic display.

Her fingers mostly remained there, but just before Alix grasped her hands again, they had slid over the beauty's stomach and started fingering at the little space between her hips and thighs where her outfit hugged just right. She felt odd, clumsy doing it, but who cared right now? Not Gabby.

By that point, she was burning an drunk with lust, and she just watched...and perhaps moaned again...as Alix pinned her arms above her head again. Could that happen more often in her life? That really should happen more. As should someone asking for her fantasies. But as Alix did, the ten percent that Gabby could remember turned into more like one percent.

"Well, uh," her voice rasped. The heat had her going dry in her throat already. And...what did she propose? She certainly had some deep, dark, wicked fantasies. Not a soul knew about them but Gabby herself and readers who didn't even know her name. Leading with those...was too intimidating, even with all her inhibitions weakened. "I might...like to see what you would do to keep me here. If I was being stubborn."