Those two words weren’t something one often uttered when they were presented the scene currently unfolding. On this bright, sunny day beside a large, shimmering pool, a dozen women sat in a circle on the grasp. Each of them dressed in maid outfits - or rather, sensual parodies of that attire. Short frilly skirts? Yes. Low cut tops, showing off their ample breasts? Naturally. Long, sinuous legs, adored with fishnet stocks, stopping just before the most delectable part of their thighs? Of course. Each of them was a beauty fit for the cover of any beauty magazine, with trim, taut bodies, full lips and fuller hips, curvaceous forms that made the mind dance with possibilities.
The sight of such an assemblage would’ve been enough for any man by itself, but when you added in the sight they were gathered around, the attraction increased exponentially. Two of the girls were wrestling about on some mats, vying for supremacy is a heated, sweaty battle. A blonde and a redhead, locked in heated combat. One of them would get her legs around the other and start to crush away at her body, only for her opponent to slip free and try the same on her. One would go for a sleeperhold, only for her opponent to wriggle her way out at the last second. Grinding and slipping and falling over each in a wild hurricane of flesh, filling the air with their heated sighs.
It was a feast for anyone’s eyes, but Kayla Mizrahi was the rare exception to that rule.
The Iron Maid

”Cross the ankles.” She sighed as the redhead - she hadn't bothered to learn either of their names - let her opponent escape from another bodyscissor. ”She keeps escaping because you’re not crossing the ankles and securing the hold. The power is inferior.” She walked around the circle with arms folded, looking on as they continued to ignore her instructions. Either that, or they were simply incompetent. She hoped it was simple disobedience, that was much easier to beat out of her students.
”It is an honor to be here. To be at the Baroness’ feet. To serve her.” Her gaze fell on one of the watching maids who’d dared to look her way with a tint of anger in her eyes. A quick sneer from Kayla was all it take to her away. She knew better than to cross her. They all did. ”You have to prove yourself worthy of this honor, every day, at every opportunity. Because if you fall short, if you disappoint her, you will prove yourself to be a useless tool. And do you know what happens to useless tools?”
The redhead had another failed escape attempt, and Kayla reached the end of her patience all at once. She stormed onto the mat, knocking over the girls in her way in the process, and threw herself onto the two smaller women. They shrieked in shock and tried to get away, but she proved too fast for them both.
The blonde found herself wrapped up from behind, as Kayla’s arms caught her around the stomach and ensnared her with a tight reverse bearhug. Her arms grew and hardened, coming down on the woman’s slim waist with an unrelenting force, digging into her sides with a pulverizing force.
She was the lucky one, however. The redhead had the misfortune of being caught by Kayla’s legs around her chest, clamping down on her like pythons. Her thighs pounded on her flesh from the side, and it didn’t matter how she twisted and turned or how she fought. Her every struggle was met with a flex, and her attempts to push away at the source of her torment only made them crush her even more.
And Kayla made sure to cross her ankles.
