L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

This had better not be a waste of time. That was Dalia Nadeen Mahmoud's thoughts as she progressed past the lounge area of this

but nonetheless seedy club.

The music was booming, the drinks -- and drugs -- were flowing, a lady atop each table, dancing for salivating customers. Her keen eyes spotted the big, burly men that were hanging back in the dark corners, keeping a careful watch of the proceedings. She'd seen a couple of them tossing out a couple troublemakers on their asses, cracking a smile as the girl they'd harassed cussed them out as they walked away with their tails tucked in between their legs.

Points scored for tight security.

The Egyptian beauty kept her eyes forward as she proceeded, feeling the others she was drew as she walked past. More than she would have without the click-clacking of her heels, but fuck it. She liked her heels. Nonetheless, she gripped her purse tight. A lot can happen in a few seconds, and the Glock 19 she had in the ready inside -- locked and loaded with fifteen in the mag and one in the chamber -- can make all the difference. She never leaves home without it. Ever.

Only the sight of Jason Matthews -- the owner of this fine establishment -- hanging out in the VIP section, two ladies to either side of him. Jason was one of the few who was capable of making her work for her meal during their days in the Erotic Combat Club, one of the many who begged once he was caught in her embrace, and yet another who came forward to get down on their knees and bow before her. He even offered her an entire month's pay for the chance to be one of her private fucktoys. That was not at all a sum to scoff at, especially after the revamp.

Initially, she liked him. He took to the roll well. Made such adorable faces when he was in agony. And he could put some real passion into his pleas. The man had even managed to pull her in over the phone, but the money he put up had certainly helped. For the most part, he was a Dominant's dream. The problem that ruined it? Shown spectacularly after he nodded his greeting to her. His group of lady friends were getting pretty frisky, in full view of those nearby, and even from a distance, it was clear what was going on.

Ugh. No class.

The sight prompted her to approach him. They needed to talk. She was stopped by another two guards who were standing watch -- his biggest and baddest -- but she wouldn't be held back for long.

"Yo, she's cool! Let her in!" And with that, they stepped aside. Jason greeted her with that flirty grin of his, which stayed glued in place in the face of her stony glare. "Yo, Doll!" "Dalia." She was quick to correct him, caring little for ruining the vibe present in the booth and keeping her eyes locked right on his for more reasons than one. "Dalia, how's it going? What can I get ya?"

"I'm just making sure that there won't be any..."complications" on your end."

Jason responded with a quiet chuckle, a shake of his head, and pat of the left pocket of his pants, from which he produced a phone as he leaned forward. "You gotta start trusting me here. You've already got the rights to the video. Any shit from me, and I've got myself a first class ticket to the cleaners."

And they'd met to sign the legally binding contract.

"And besides, you know better than anyone here just how brilliant a multitasker I am."

Dalia...could not deny that. So she made do with a roll of her eyes and crossed her arms underneath her bust as he leaned back, putting his arms around his two closest lady friends.

"So you can go ahead and get yourself ready. Shoot me a text, and I'll send Maura right in." After saying that, his grin disappeared entirely. It was a sight that she had never seen before, so she knew that what he was about to say next was damned serious. "Just don't be getting all sour with her. She's a nice girl, and I picked specifically because I know you'd like her if you'd just relax. And while we're on that note, why don't you have a drink? Anything you want. It's on the house."

"Are you sure about that? You've already put a pretty penny forward as it is."

And just like that, the grin was back. He chuckled again, audibly this time. "Dalia, look at me. Look at this place. Do you really have the impression that I'm gonna miss just a little bit more?" Again, Dalia had no rebuttal. "Enjoy yourself. Please. A porno where the girls aren't into it is such a fucking turn off. If not for me, than for your viewers."

"You don't need to tell me how to entertain my fans. My work is top notch and I have no intention of changing that tonight."

His grin spread fully across his face, drawing back his lips to reveal his pearly whites. "That's exactly what I wanna hear! You go and show them why you're the best! And seriously, have a drink or something. You've got a VIP room. If you don't wanna bother with the bar, the room service is swift like a cheetah on the gazelle." And a snap of the fingers to emphasize that point.

"Hmph. Maybe I'll do that."

"Alright! And do me one more teensy-weensy little favor." Jason got out of his seat, dropping directly onto his knees, then crawled on all fours towards him, showing not ounce of a damn of what the women behind him thought. His eyes were on her and only her. When he stopped at her feet, she had to resist the urge to set one out in front of him. "Pretty please, Mistress?"

"I am not your mistress anymore. I believe that's been made quite clear."

"Oh, Dalia, you will always be my Mistress. You've squeezed that into me. Burned it deep into my soul. There's no making that go away."

He lowered himself further, to plant a kiss on each foot. Goddamn it. "Ugh." She had to pretend that she didn't like that. "What do you want?"

He kept his head bowed. "Send me the video first. I want my eyes to be the very first to see it."

"What was that? It's hard to hear you over this sorry excuse for music that you have blasting in this place." Fuck it. She was going to milk this. Just a little. His head snapped up. So fast, she was surprised that his neck didn't break. "Please, Mistress! Your eternal servant will be eternally grateful if you were to grace him with the privilege of being the very first to view what I know will be a prime example of erotic excellence!"

People were watching this. Dalia knew it. She raised a hand to her mouth to hide a rapidly approaching smile. After killing it, she brought her hand up to her temple and shook her head. Jason had won her over, but she couldn't just let him know that. She was supposed to be deigning to do this, and that was the front she presented. "Fine. You will receive the link in your e-mail one day before it's released to the public. If you fail to view it before then, that's on you."

Jason bowed his blond head again. "Thank you, Mistress! Thank you!" To further establish his gratitude, he started peppering her feet with kisses. And for a few seconds, she let him. And then she pulled away. "That's enough! You do realize that I have to wash these before Maura comes in, right?"

"I'll send something right over for you! Forgive me, Mistress! Please, forgive me!"

Goddamn it!

"Whatever. Why don't you get back to your lady friends? Personally, I think you're screwed, but if you manage to pull a rabbit out of your ass and convince them that you're a man, maybe you'll get one of them to touch you in a way that I never. Will. Again. Now stop trying."

She couldn't see it with his head down, but she knew he had a big, dumb smile on his face right now. And a larger tent in his pants than there was before. The women looked on with amusement, aside from one who looked downright disgusted at him. Oh well. It's not like she commanded him to debase himself like that.

She left him to it, catching the eye of a finely dressed gentleman along the way. Somebody on the staff, for sure. He greeted her with a polite smile, but there was a hint of "what the hell was that?" on his face. "You must be Dalia, correct?"

"Yes."

"Please follow me."

She would be escorted through a long hallway, past rooms that its occupants were clearly making the most of. A couple turns, walking until the moans and slapping flesh were no longer audible. At the end of it awaited the aforementioned VIP room.

"Mr. Matthews and the rest of our establishment are at your service. Enjoy your evening." After handing her the keycard to the room, he was off to other business. She slid it through the reader and went inside.

Now

Imagine a larger bed.

An excellent set-up for this bedroom match Jason wanted. And given the bottle of champagne that sat in a bucket of ice atop the table in the center of the room, it seemed that he foresaw her reservations about him. She approached it, curious about the note attached to the bucket.

"Pretty please, Mistress: Have a freaking drink.

- Your eternal servant,

Jason Matthews."

With nobody else around to hear it, Dalia let herself laugh.

First, she had to slip out of the white knit sweater, jeans, and the heels, and

After that...She supposed that she would have one drink. It wouldn't really make her any less sober and prepared. After finishing up with that, she left the empty glass on the table and took a seat on the bench in front of the bed, placing one leg atop of the other, purse to the side of her.

Jason made it easy, already having cameras in place. All Dalia needed to do was show up and perform. She didn't send the green light right away, however. No, she'd give it a few minutes first.

And true to his word, he did send over some stuff for her to wash her feet. Towels, some fine smelling soap, and plenty of water. When that was done, she sent the text to the club owner and waited.

Before too long, the door was knocked a few times and opened slowly. In came a

with tanned skin and black hair styled in double braided tails. She's dressed thinly, an almost transparent white lingerie that barely covered her boobs, and down there, if one looked closely, there's a hint of a bulge around the crotch area. She's special that way. Her brown, almost golden eyes brightened up as she saw Dalia, and after approaching the taller woman whose chest was just about at her head level, she gave her a pleasant smile and bowed her head.

"Good evening," she said courteously. "Dalia-sama, I presume? I'm Maura, your companion."

She had been living in Japan for some time now and got accustomed to their manner of speech, so she kept using it even in another country. It seemed to add to her charm as well, or so some people told her. As she looked up at Dalia again, it's easy to tell that she had gotten quite excited from seeing her client. On the way to meet her client's eyes, she took the liberty to briefly scan her divine figure from toe to head, and it sent a little shiver through her back. Even though she had served plenty of customers, seeing a goddess-like beauty like Dalia wasn't something that happened every time after all. She wasn't actually an employee of this club, but here as a part of a special order that she received from time to time. A job like this paid pretty well, to put it modestly, so even though there was the long travel and such to consider, she's pretty eager about it. Now that she had met Dalia personally, she could hardly contained herself, but still tried to act professionally for the time being.

"I'm going to just run through this quickly as formalities," she continued. "Umm... you wanted a bedroom wrestling session, right? The whole bedroom will be available as the arena, including this comfy big sofa here..." she made a hand gesture at the mentioned object near them. "...and the floor, as well as the bathroom back there," she pointed out with her index finger. "It seems there's no time limit so you can play to your heart content. I, umm, looking forward to serve you, Dalia-sama," she smiled again. "Would you like me to get naked right away... or do you prefer to undress me yourself?" her expression turned a little teasing as she said that.

Maura was prompt, knocking at the door right after she'd gotten her feet ready and set everything to the side. Dalia resumed her seated position, before saying, "Enter."

She was a small thing. "Fun-sized", as Alix would say. She liked that description. Lithe, but possessing curves in every place that Jason likes to see. Up front in particular. Speaking of which...that bulge. He'd mentioned in his initial message to Dalia that she was "special" in some way, intending to keep it a mystery and in the process almost keeping this meeting from happening at all. Although it wasn't a requirement, he did intend to pay for a session that involved sexual intercourse.

Dalia is a woman of structure. Surprises are a thing that she does not do, especially in regards to sex. And as such, she refused his offer. That is, until he relented and disclosed that Maura was a futanari, among other details. Interesting.

As was her garb. Was this how Maura normally dresses for something like this, or did Jason set that up? Either way, she liked the look of her. The light that sparked in her eyes and the cute smile that crossed her lips as the Egyptian stood to greet her said that the feeling was mutual.

"Dalia-sama". That display of the politeness that was practically branded into the very core of the Japanese had indeed added to her charm. Her hazel eyes wouldn't miss Maura's lingering on her form as she rose from her bow.

Yes. Get a good look. You will be worshipping all of it soon.

There seemed to be a little confusion there about who had set this session up. An annoyance -- she liked things planned down to the last detail -- but she could work with this. Any complications, however, would incur an extra fee. A reminder of how she does things, should they occur.

But Maura's demeanor thus far was befitting of Jason's description of her.

No time limit, with the play ending at her mark. And before her was an eager and accommodating participant. Dalia's viewers would be in for a nice treat with this next upload. "You may keep your clothes on. For now." Dalia responded with the same flirty air that was being shown to her, turning and adding a little extra sway to her hips as she stepped over to the bed and crawled onto it, settling into a kneeling position. Her hazel eyes inviting.

"Come and join me. It's only fitting that we start this on the bed, wouldn't you agree?"

"Understood, Dalia-sama," Maura nodded a little as Dalia said she could keep her clothes, for now. "And yes, I agree that it's a proper start to this session," her smile grew wider.

Without wasting any more time, she went around the bed, approaching it from another side and climbed it. The smaller girl then moved slowly on her hands and knees towards the center. She set herself on her knees and waited for Dalia to join her there, her hands on her thighs for the time being. The bulge on her dress became a little more apparent, but it seemed that Dalia already noticed her special feature. Most of the times it was disclosed to the clients, and for those who liked a little surprise, it's only hinted. As far as she knew, her clients were looking for her for that exact reason anyways.

Her eyes was fixated on Dalia until they were lined up in front of each other on the bed, her expression growing eager as the distance between them was closing. She couldn't wait to start, despite them having all the time they wanted. There were snacks and drinks provided in the room for when they wanted to take a break, and they could even order meals through room service just like a hotel. But that'd be for some time later. Right now, her thoughts were filled with the possibilities of what this divine beauty in front of her would do to her once they started. A faint shades of pink appeared on her cheeks.

"Ready when you are, Dalia-sama," Maura raised her arms in front of her, inviting her client for a lockup once Dalia got close to her.

And the fly is in the web already. Unable to take her eyes off of her, with pinkening cheeks and an increasingly prominent bulge showing that her mind was already flooding with lust. Dalia had a hold on it. But not a complete grip just yet. She had to get the body too. Which one would she be, she wondered: Would Maura be on to beg for release once her legs were coiled tightly around her, or would she beg for more?

That was one of the few surprises that the Egyptian didn't mind.

She took a short crawl over to the center of the bed to meet her "opponent", settling into a ready position.

"Ready when you are, Dalia-sama."

"Are you, now?" Dalia's tone was flirty, but in her eyes was a hint of danger. "Come and get me, then." She preferred to react to her opponents. Especially if they were larger. Let them show her what they were about, and formulate a plan from there.

"As you wish. Ding ding~" Maura smiled and imitated the bell, before she shifted herself forward to come closer to Dalia.

She'd then try to lock hands with the taller beauty, aiming to push her back. Given their size difference, it might be unlikely that she was able to do it, but this session was all about having fun, or so she thought. If anything, the smaller girl just couldn't wait to get closer to Dalia, to feel her divine body against her petite figure, and to inhale the woman's scent some more. For some reason she felt herself being drawn to her client like a moth to flame.

Seeing how Maura reached out for her, Dalia held up her hands with her fingers spread wide, inviting a meeting that would see them interlocked. The smaller woman's approach and the shine she had in her eye...It seems that she was told to expect softer play here. Or if not, that she wasn't disabused of that impression. It would be another detail that wasn't set in stone and clearly discussed, if true.

Not that she has anything against softer sessions. After having talked her way into a clause in her contract that prevents bookers from setting up matches where she could be struck without them getting her consent first, she has no right to. Besides, it's something that she partakes in on occasion, and she didn't mind it here.

Maura pushed and pushed, but their size difference and her lack of musculature presented a hurdle that stood too tall to overcome. That would be clear before Dalia went with it and fell back, legs welcomingly spread. She met the intimate contact with the cool smile of a woman who knew that she was in charge of the proceedings, granting the Brazilian about ten seconds of limited indulgence. Of the feel, the warmth of their bodies' closeness, to take in her scent...She was confident that her "opponent" would be fond of her chosen fragrance. She'd been wearing the brand for about three years now, and it has yet to let her down.

There would be no touching. Dalia kept a firm hold of Maura's hands to ensure this. After that time was up, she raised her legs slightly, positioning them over the back of Maura's knees and setting her feet down to establish a

Like this, but with both legs in the proper placement.

"Enjoying yourself?" After letting go of one hand, the Egyptian would slide her arm in through the little space that was present between their bodies and get a hold of Maura. A nice grip of her package that would cause only a little pain to start with. Something that Dalia would use to dip her toes in the water. Get a better sense of who she was working with.

"I hope you're not feeling like you're in control just because you're on top."

"Oh...!" Maura was the surprised party here as Dalia fell onto her back from her pushing.

She wasn't about to fool herself thinking she was able to overpower an opponent that was larger than her, but rather curious on why Dalia decided to take such course. At least for the time being she got to enjoy the feeling of her body pinning the taller beauty's, as well as her sweet fragrance, something she felt she could get used to, or perhaps even more than that. With the woman's grip on her hands remaining firm, it did gave a hint to the smaller girl of what's happening. Some sort of an illusion of being in control, temporarily? Maura tried to pull her arms away while also shifting herself in an attempt to mount her client, but it soon became clear to her what Dalia was aiming for.

She gasped as the woman's legs seized hers, spreading them to prevent her from getting away. She wasn't expecting this at all, and before she had time to think of what should be her next move, came the hand that gripped her bulge to distract her thought.

"A-ahn..." she moaned a little, twitching. "Oh, I wouldn't dare... Dalia-sama... although I have to say... you're pretty crafty... nhh..."

Maura wriggled around a bit, trying to back away half heartedly, while using her free hand as a support. She was on top of her client, and yet she's absolutely trapped as it was. The tanned girl had to say she's loving this development, as evident by her throbbing bulge which was partially rubbed against Dalia's hand due to her little struggle. The excitement began to rush into her as she's trying to anticipate what Dalia was going to do next.

Dalia watched her prey carefully as she allowed her to take the dominant position; started counting. Would Maura see that there was a difference? How long would it take, if she does?

The Black Widow was pleased to see the gears turning right away. But caught in the web, she was nonetheless. Ten seconds, and the cute futanari made the most of them. She got as close as was possible while they were still clothed, lining their bodies up in a way that pressed her sizeable hardness against her. Loins to loins, almost.

By the time Maura thought to advance her position, it was too late. She wasn't going anywhere without it being allowed.

"Oh, I wouldn't dare... Dalia-sama... although I have to say... you're pretty crafty... nhh..."

Dalia let out a dark chuckle, like a villain after the trap they'd set has been successfully sprung. "Oh, you have no idea." With a smoldering, sultry gaze, she lightened her grasp of her throbbing appendage and switched to floating her hand over it. While she wanted the girl to keep those thoughts in her head, she didn't want her getting too excited too fast.

"Would you like to play a little game with me, Maura?"

Dalia's grasps on Maura's crotch eased up a little, but she kept rubbing it to somewhat kept the smaller girl under her control, and it worked. Maura didn't seem to genuinely attempting a breakaway, enjoying the feeling of being trapped and teased lightly by her client. If anything, her occasional wriggling was almost like an attempt of her rubbing herself against the divine beauty. Then she heard Dalia's proposal and her eyes widened slightly.

"Mmhh... but of course, Dalia-sama~ What do you have in mind?" she asked with a curious expression that's almost childlike.