Bedroom match debut (sorta): Ramza vs Reika (D)

[APimpNamedSlickback]

The soft click of the door closing behind him brought a sigh of relief to Ramza's lips as he stepped into the relative quiet of the dormitory common area. The golden glow of lamplight as the sole source of light in the room casts a relaxing mood as he walks in with a bag of popcorn for himself.

It had been another long day of training, of trying to learn the ropes of professional wrestling while navigating the confusing social landscape of his new home. His blonde ponytail hung loose over one shoulder, slightly disheveled from running his fingers through it in frustration during practice.

The apartment is mercifully empty tonight—no immediate signs of the various female wrestlers who lived here. Some were out late at matches or appearances; others he'd simply learned to avoid at certain times of day based on... unfortunate experience, others are simply asleep due to curfew.

He still shudders on the sight of those who broke said curfew. He never knew bodies could bend that way.

Finally, Ramza settled onto the couch with a grateful exhale, reaching for the remote on the side table.

'Finally.' he thought, 'some peace to enjoy my program.'

"Oh Bella, why did you chase after Julio? His cheating on your back with your own mother." He murmurs, taking a popcorn to his mouth.

His peace didn't lasts.

The sudden explosion of noise shattered the peaceful silence. The door flew open with such and Ivan stood silhouetted in the doorway, a wide grin on his face like one of those horrible American horror movies.

"Aie!" Ramza squeaked, his voice pitched higher than intended as he jerked upright on the couch. Popcorn kernels went flying in every direction, scattering across the floor and bouncing off the coffee table.

But his scream died in his throat as Ivan strode forward, a familiar black duffel bag in hand. Before Ramza could react, the weight of his ring gear slammed down onto his lap, knocking what remained of his popcorn to the floor.

"Get in the cart, you're starring in a JAV," Ivan announced bluntly, already turning toward the door.

"Buh!" He was speechless and before he knew it, he was riding the taxi straight to probably one of the worst (best) sexual experience he would ever have.

[Nyx]

Meanwhile, far from that location.

Reika was in a side room getting her makeup ready. Slipping inside her outfit for the night was way quicker because she was only wearing a skimpy bikini, but without her lipstick she felt more naked than what she usually became in her adult video career. That night was special for her. She had been commissioned by some LAW wrestler Ivan Ramírez to take part in some training for a friend of his. It seemed that this young man was a decent wrestler but hesitant in the hentai field and his senior and friend wanted Reika to ease him into the world of erotic fights. Of course cameras would be rolling and streaming the whole affair, so this was also the pornstar’s debut at LAW. LAW spared no expense, apparently, booking a suite in one of the company’s hotels aimed to just that kind of purposes. Yes, Reika had won the jackpot with that one, or at least that was what she thought.

Finishing her makeup and donning a robe and some golden high heels, Reika was guided by some LAW employee accross a hallway until they reached a big door. A keycard made a beep on the electrical lock and the room’s door opened for them. The employee disappeared after granting the pornstar access. The suite was ample and luxurious, pretty well equipped. The centerpiece of it was a giant bed, one of the biggest Reika had ever seen, waiting in the bedroom. The pornstar was alone, no sign of her rival yet so she used the chance to have a look at the surroundings, noticing the cameras in the corners which were off for now. Soon it would be showtime but for now she could just sit and relax. Resting in one table was a silver plate with some cool champagne. Nice touch. She served herself a glass and sat in one comfy looking chair, crossing her legs while waiting in front of the door for her rival with a little hum of excitement.

The waiting Reika

[APimpNamedSlickback]

The taxi ride passed in a blur of lights and anxiety. Ramza sat stiffly in the backseat, his mind racing with possibilities—and none of them good.

His seniors more than once roped him into many ambiguous adventures and most of them tun out bad.

A week long boot camp with miss Leto? Total anarchy.
Volunteering in miss Nike's first aid training? He almost got folded by Argos' strength.
A shopping trip with big brother, Ivan? They got lost and was picked up by the girls.

His stomach churned as they pulled up to an impressive hotel, the kind with a doorman and marble steps leading to the entrance. Pretty high-end and located the richer side of the city. Oh wait, LAW owns it by the looks of the logo.

'What did I get myself into?'

The receptionist directed him to the elevators with barely concealed amusement dancing in her eyes. Of course everyone knows why he's here except him.

The elevator ride seemed to last forever. Floor ten. Fifteenth. Twenty-first.

When the doors finally opened, Ramza stepped out into a carpeted hallway. Another door. Another electronic lock. He swiped his card with trembling fingers given by the receptionist.
Beep.

The door swung open and there she was—a woman in a robe, sitting casually in what looked like a luxurious hotel suite. But not just any woman.

A very beautiful woman.

She looked even more stunning in person, her legs crossed elegantly as she sipped champagne from an actual crystal glass. Her smile was warm and welcoming as she noticed him standing frozen in the doorway.

Okay, what did his brother do!?



...Meanwhile back on the dorms...
"Where's Ramza?" Argos asked, nude except for a pair of white panties as she sat on the table with some of the girls in the dorm plus Ivan, "Aren't you supposed to invite him here?"

"She's right, Private. Where is Private Beoulve?" Leto snarled. The cyclopean woman being down to her shorts and bra after a few rounds of strip poker. By the looks of it, she has a bad hand. Again.

"Sorry but I had something arranged for him. That guy needs a confidence boost so I booked him for a match in hotel. If you know what I mean." Ivan replied, wagging his eyebrows to the girls.

"Nice!" Argos chuckles while Leto huffs.

"...I have no idea what I'm doing." Miss Nike cried, already nude and confused.
Sucks not to know how to play poker, they just allowed and kept her in the game because she's pitiful.

[Nyx]

Reika enjoyed her champagne while waiting for her rival to make an appearance. It was good stuff and tasted really good and felt way better like that than spilled around her body like it had happened in some of her past videos. That way it got sticky and unpleasant, but its taste was exquisite. Everything in that room was comfortable and luxurious. She could get used to that life. Not like she lived modestly when she was a pornstar, but this was definitely a stepup. LAW didn’t spare no expense, not at all.

The sound of the door unlocking brought Reika’s attention back to the moment. The door to the room opened and in the threshold stood a young blonde man. He looked barely on his twenties, but had a well-sculpted body that definitely caught the pornstar’s attention. There was also the fact that he was trembling like a twig, and that brought a smile to her face. She really liked when men froze in front of her. Well, not completely, but enough for them to feel appalled. It gave the more veteran woman the chance to tease, to play her honeytrap games and lead by taking the initiative. For some instants she just remained there, sipping her champagne until the glass was empty. “Well, are you going to stand there all night?”, she asked with a teasing tone while serving herself a new glass, looking at him with an enticing smile that hinted something behind it, that Reika was already planning what to do with him.

[APimpNamedSlickback]

Ramza's heart hammered against his ribs like it was trying to escape his chest. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to turn around and flee, but his feet wouldn't budge. They remained rooted to the spot as he stared at the woman before him.

Beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. Very much like the first woman who took his virginity.

His still hasn't get over that fact!

Those words barely scratched the surface of describing her. His golden eyes widened as they traced over her form—the curve of her legs crossed elegantly, the way the robe draped over her shoulders and hinted at what lay beneath, those full lips curved into a knowing smirk as she sipped champagne.

This is no woman, this is a predator that his female dormmates have warned him about.

And then her question hit him like a slap.

"U-um..." Ramza stammered, his voice cracking embarrassingly as he cleared his throat. He clutched the strap of his duffel bag tighter. "I-I'm... Ramza. Ramza Beoulve."

He shifted uncomfortably on his feet, hyperaware of his awkwardness from this gorgeous, confident woman lounging so casually in this luxurious suite. Everything about her screamed sophistication and experience.

Compared to her, he felt like a schoolboy.

"My senior sent me here for... um..." He couldn't quite bring himself to say the words. Heat crept up his neck, surely turning his face red. "For a m-match? I think?"

'God, I sound pathetic even to my own ears.'

[Nyx]

Well, Ivan hadn’t lied when he told Reika when making the commission how Ramza was completely flustered by anything resembling close encounters. The pornstar hadn’t even moved, of course not even removed her robe to reveal her body, and Ramza was frozen in place, unable to get one foot in front of the other to enter the room. At least when she directly addressed him it looked like Ramza started reacting. The man stammered and stuttered, unable to properly form his words but at least trying. In a way this kind of man was something Reika found endearing, and if it was in her ability to give that one a boost in confidence she was more than eager to do so. For a price, mostly.

Reika’s smile turned a little softer in nature, as if trying to invite Ramza and make him feel safer. At least he was trying. “Correct. You’re here for a match, but it won’t do with those clothes you’re wearing, so why don’t you get that bag you’re holding so tightly and get changed?”, said the pornstar while nodding towards the bathroom with her head, not getting up as her rival wasn’t properly ready yet. The cameras weren’t filming either so the show wasn’t on for the moment.

[APimpNamedSlickback]

The gentle tone in her voice helped ease the tight knot in Ramza's stomach ever so slightly. His grip on his duffel bag loosened fractionally as he processed her words.

'Right. Right. Clothes.'

That sounded... normal. Manageable.

"O-okay," he managed, his voice barely above a whisper as he shuffled backward toward the bathroom.

The bathroom was spacious and modern—another luxury he'd he missed back home. Granite countertops reflected the bright overhead lighting. He set his bag down on the closed toilet lid with shaking hands and began to unpack it mechanically.

'Just like a normal match,' he told himself, 'Just put on the costume and go out there.'

His reflection in the mirror showed a young man who looked every bit as nervous as he felt. Blonde hair disheveled from running his fingers through it earlier, golden eyes wide with apprehension. The kind of face that belonged on an anxious university student, not a professional wrestler about to participate in LAW matches.

'Why did I agree to this again? Oh wait because he was roped by his senior brother. Why can't it be Issei for once.' He thought as he exits the bathroom.

[Nyx]

Well, at least now Reika was getting a reaction out of Ramza. That was a good sign. The blonde could visibly notice how the young man’s posture relaxed a little when her tone turned a little gentler. He was still stammering and fumbling with words, but this was a first step. No matter what it took Reika was resolved to make that night pretty enjoyable and that meant easing that man into feeling more comfortable with what they were just about to do.

Ramza disappeared behind the bathroom’s door and Reika was left to her own devices while the young man changed. Humming, the former pornstar served a second glass of champagne and left it resting in the silver plate, all while finishing her own drink. When Ramza was done he emerged from the bathroom donning a wrestling short that left almost nothing to imagination. “Good, you’re starting to look ready. My turn.” A smile of approval drew on Reika’s face while she got up and she made an elegant move as she discarded her robe which would fall to the ground revealing her curves, all as if it was absolutely nothing. Gracefully walking towards Ramza, she instantly put the remaining glass of the bubbly spirit on his hand while she seamlessly repositioned behind him, lightly pressing her body against his back while her hands delicately roamed towards his shoulders and started easing them, giving him a small massage. “Still, not quite ready… yet.”, she said with an irresistibly seducing tone in what was almost a whisper to his ear, so close he could feel the brush of her lips oh so close to his skin, tracing around his neck while she massaged her shoulders.

Under the robe

[APimpNamedSlickback]

Ramza's breath hitched as soon as he saw the robe disappear.

Standing before him, completely bare, was Reika.

Her body was... incredible. Curves that make a man go crazy, he had seen those with Issei. Skin that looked smooth in the soft lighting of the suite. And the confidence with which she stood—completely bare except for a set of bold golden bikini without a single ounce of shame.

This is a real woman, borrowing his senior's words.

Heat flooded his cheeks as his golden eyes darted away quickly, unable to maintain eye contact. This was worse than he imagined. Much worse.

And then she pressed against his back, her hands working magic on his tense shoulders. The sensation of her touch sent electricity skittering down his spine. Her lips brushed so close to his skin that he could feel the warmth of her breath.

"Huh? What do you mean?" He asked in confusion at the question. He also set aside the champagne glass nearby. He'd rather not drink in this situation.

Keep it sober or get fucked, by the Sergeant's words.

[Nyx]

It felt nice feeling Ramza’s shoulders relax a little under Reika’s firm but gentle touch. The young man was still heavily blushing and looked frozen in place as he fumbled with words but at least it looked like he was starting to realize and accept the kind of situation he was in. It was time for the former pornstar to take the next step.

“Well, take a look.” Reika finally moved forwards a little, lightly pressing her curvy body, mostly her breasts, against Ramza’s back. Her arms moved from his shoulders, one went to his chest where her fingers gave twirly moves around his well-toned pecs. The other went way lower, slowly tracing down his abdomen and finally resting on his groin. Nothing direct for now, just resting on top of the young man’s wrestling shorts, just a way to check if Ramza could keep some control over his body or if he was starting to lose his will to fight her even before the cameras were on.