L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Had Alyssa wanted this from the start? Maybe. It was hard to remember her exact intentions when she first laid eyes on Natasha or if she had any at all. While she liked to give off the vibe of a master planner and a keen manipulator, the truth was that she enjoyed a little chaos in her life. It was fun to roll the dice, to see what happened when she shook things up. Sometimes, the results were spectacular, and sometimes they were catastrophic. Lucky her, this happened to fall into the latter category.

Natasha brought her to sweet bliss and took care to prolong the feeling, letting her ride it out and enjoy every sensation on the way down. The woman had an unrivaled touch, knowing just how to milk her for maximum effect. It was like she’d found an instruction booklet for the female form, and Alyssa was more than happy to let her work magic.

”So you say.” She had a soft, sighing laugh at her assertion over the crowd’s focus. It was like complementing the magician’s assistant. ”Seeing as you’re the one who did all the hard work, I’m inclined to disagree.”

”I’m not.”

Alyssa tipped her head about and looked over, as a figure stepped out of the crowd with her arms crossed, gazing down at the pair with a bemused expression. She recognized her thick frame all at once - Dolores Reyes, also known as Lola, also known as

. A client of Alyssa’s and a more problematic one, at that.

”All I saw were two little girls rolling around in their own juices. Fun, sure. But nothing too impressive.”

That moment was practically perfect as far as Natasha was concerned, she barely even registered that there was a crowd anymore as all of her attention was on the gorgeous doctor basking in the afterglow of her orgasm who laid beside her. She unknowingly began to chew on her bottom lip as all kind of naughty thoughts raced through her mind, but before she could put any of them into words a shadow fell over them both. Natasha only registered what the woman had said after a few seconds of staring up at her, her icy blue eyes narrowing as she shot the closest thing to a glare she could do while still pressed against the lovely doctor.

"Then either you didn't see anything or you're just determined to bring down the mood."

Natasha had a sense that this woman was about to be trouble, the question was whether that trouble would be right now or kicked down the road to worry about later. She would rise to her feet despite her pussy aching sweetly for Alyssa, Natasha doing her best not to show how close she was but the trail of her own honey dripping down her inner thighs gave it away. "Either way I'd rather enjoy more time with Alyssa than look at you, cute as you may be the doctor is simply divine~"

This wasn’t the least bit surprising. Not for Alyssa, at least.

While she tried to be understanding with her patients - wrestlers led a hard life, after all - she had to say that Dolories tried her in ways that few had ever managed to. The woman was ridiculously haughty, even for a model, with an unreasonably high opinion of herself and a nasty attitude. There was no question about her motives, here - the woman was looking to pick a fight. The only question was if Natalie would take the bait.

So far, she wasn’t biting. At least, not too hard.

”The ‘doctor’ looks spent.” Dolores stepped a little closer, bridging the gap between them. While she wasn’t a bodybuilder by any means, she nonetheless had a thick, imposing frame for her height, and her tight dress seemed tailormade to show off her thick, impressive legs. ”Maybe you would rather try your luck against someone a little closer to your own age group? Hm?”