Hit The Showers

If anyone had just walked into the changing room, they would’ve thought they stumbled on a moment between two tender - if overly enthusiastic - lovers, not at all an uncommon sight in the AFW locker rooms. Two steaming hot blondes rolling about on the floor, biting and kissing and licking over each other while water cascaded over their bodies, dancing around the edges of a sensual, passionate moment, their skin so close that it was hard to tell where one woman ended and the other began. It was the stuff of many an AFW fans dreams, the kind of thing that she and Ace looked up on the fanfic boards when they needed a good laugh or inventive ideas for bedroom roleplay.

Then again, if anyone walked in on this, their first instinct might’ve been to turn around and not stare awkwardly at a sex scene in progress. It would depend on the individual, really.

A funny thought, a small one working its way through Valley’s brain as she continued erotic invasion on Chloe’s body, laying siege to every inch she could get her hands on. Like this, she could truly admire what a wonderful body this woman had, more than most ever could - slim, so much so that most would be forgiven for thinking that she wasn’t that strong or dangerous. But underneath that skin was so much raw power and so little fat to dilute it, a rare balance that hid so much. It was like Choe had been hand-designed to draw her prey in and kick it to oblivion, a walking Venus Flytrap.

But that didn’t mean she was immune to her own tricks. When Chloe came up for the kiss, Valle bobbed her head to the side, just enough to avoid it, taking the touch on her cheeks. She waited for her prey to pull back, and then she dove in, smashing their lips together and driving her head into the tile with the effort. Her lips swarmed over the other blonde’s, as if she could devour her through kisses, as her wet, splaying hair cast their faces in a shared shadow.

”Yeah. You had me. Once. But not like this.” She brought their lips down for another embrace, a quick pop before she pulled away. ”Not this good. Not close.”

As if to prove her point, Valley picked up her own pace, driving her thigh up between Chloe’s legs with a steadier, heavier rhythm and filling the shower stall with the sound of slapping flesh. The same hand that had been scratching her side was lower now, clawing at her ass, claiming a piece of that real estate with her claws.

Compared to most instances, something like this would be the least surprising thing, seeing two women making out privately in the showers. It is AFW, after all. If they weren’t doing it in the showers, it would be the training rings at the gym. And probably other places where one can find a bit of privacy. The most surprising part is who those two women were.

Chloe’s body pressed into Valley’s the more that thigh drove her mad with lust. Of course, she wasn’t immune. Given it, the right amount of attention and Chloe herself would be left mewling. Even the ex-commissioner knew as such from her experiences with skilled hentai combatants. Experiencing the kind of technique they had, compared to Valley’s, is noticeable, but that would disservice to Valley’s efforts. Perhaps time in the bedroom had honed some skills to use, but Valley could be seen as competent. Not outstanding, but she knew what she was doing. And usually, that is more than enough for the likes of AFW.

Feeling that body taking control in a way unlike any other is what made it great. Many had known Valerie to be a decorated veteran in the business, putting on great shows and getting into legendary feuds. The rest of the world knew her as an outstanding wrestler. But as something else entirely, it was such a juxtaposition. Feeling that body being put through so much physical anguish and punishment, now the one lovingly bringing Chloe towards the cliff of supreme bliss was…

Well, you’d have to experience it all yourself.

The blonde moaned, even more, her crotch stirring up in flames, arousal infecting her brain where coherent thought would become a trial to go through. She went for the kiss but had only gotten Valley’s cheek. The Californian moved away just a tad before she would dive in for her own big kiss. “Ohhhhh, you absolute…” Chloe bit her lip as she let out a slight chuckle. Being a tease has a particular art to it, and it was such a surprise to see Valley played it well.

She had to wonder who was it that taught her this? A few candidates come to mind almost straight away.

“Not…this good?” Oh, if she could see it in Valley’s eyes when she heard that. “Now who’s…the one that’s lyin-aaahhhh, fuck…” Chloe felt that thigh began to pick up the pace, driving her into a frenzy, her toes curling inwards. Her breath quickened, and her nipples grew stiff, feeling those nails dig into the soft flesh of her asscheeks. Chloe’s hand, the one that wasn’t pinned, would be brought on Valley’s earlobe, giving it a rub between her fingertips. “Nnnnggnn...Your body…would…huuuuuuuhh… disagree...so much…”

Chloe wasn’t the only one struggling, here - this was a true effort for Valley, too. It had only been through Kaylee’s tutelage that the Slamazon had managed to get this level of raw eroticism. There had been a time, not too long ago, when she’d shunned this sort of thing, didn’t see the art in it. It was just sex, she had that all the time, it was enough for Ace and she figured it would be enough for anyone else. These days, she knew better, and while she wasn’t anywhere close to calling herself a master of the art, she was far from the bare novice level she was at a few months ago. The results of her training spoke for themselves - Chloe Mason, panting and heaving, reduced to an oversexed puddle beneath her.

But she wasn’t done. Not yet.

She was starting to get a good feel for Chloe’s tastes, taking in valuable data even as she worked Chloe over. The duel with their lips was effective way of keeping her heated up, and showing who was in control here, leaving no doubts on that matter. But just in case there were any lingering questions…

Valley’s pace quickened, giving Chloe hard, punishing thrust and following it up with several rapid bursts. She was dragging her towards the finishing line now, setting the pace and forcing her to keep up, whether she wanted to or not. As her prey whispered into her ear, she ran her tongue along the woman’s side, leaving a trail of saliva down her neck that was quickly washed away in the steaming water. The smell of their joined arousal was growing in the air, an unmistakable scent wafting through the air. She was close and getting close with every passing second.

But as they rounding the bend for the final stretch, Valley decided to pull back on the throttle. Not a full stop, but her quick humps were long and drawn out, running her thigh along Chloe’s pussy for as long as she could before she pulled away and began the process again. She could go faster, sure. Would she?

Valley lifted up and batted Chloe’s free hand away, before she seized her rival by the jaw and forced their eyes to meet and lock on. ”Would it? I don’t think so. I think I’m the best you’ve had in a long time.” She ran her tongue along Chloe’s puckered lips, then dipped it straight down the middle. ”Let me hear you say it. Tell me.”

Although Chloe herself could not count herself as an actual hentai competitor, she has had enough experience with them to know what is what. They have the kind of technique, using their whole body and sex appeal to drive their opponents crazy. While Chloe was somewhat late to the party in being an actual combatant in the usual sense, being in the wrestling business allowed her to see everything. Including the erotic variety within her uncle’s promotion at the time. She had been open to all sorts of styles ever since, personal bias notwithstanding. With the kind of job she had before, you had to be. Booking for so many wrestlers and fighters alike, knowing their strengths and weaknesses, knowing what would bring the best draw at the time. A lot of data to work with, helping her to make the best decision on the card.

So Chloe has seen the best go at it, which meant that she could make a fair assessment on Valley. And one word kept popping up amidst the pleasure that is clouding her mind.

Viable. Not great, but not terrible either.

That isn’t to discredit Valley’s improvement, far from it. Countless combatants would ever pull off the sensual, sultry grace that Val is pulling. Or emulating, to be specific. Some are precise, like a surgeon’s blade, understanding their opponent’s wants and needs and using it against them. Then some had the grace of using a hammer to conduct said surgery. The cruel, mindless, savage technique that the least sophisticated would adopt. So long as their juices spill out, it didn’t matter to being careful.

But then there’s Valerie. Far from perfect, sure. She’s not a Luna, or an Annette, or a Natasha, or even a Sin. But she has that special something that sells all of this. She knows how to take the reins and is not afraid to assert herself to show who was in control. She didn’t put too much pressure with that thigh on hers. And that kiss was done so right. The former Slamazon commanded respect and attention, to the point it made the similarities between Val and Chloe so uncanny.

And the cherry on top, Valley stopped her efforts just before she chucked Chloe off the edge.

Chloe had to wonder if Valley was looking at her past matches for research because fuck.

The ex-commissioner was set on the course, accelerating towards the end that would have come, that would have been reached, but Valley had to deny it. Chloe groaned hard. It wasn’t a complete stop, but she pumped the brakes to bring the pace to a slow crawl. “Ohhhhhhhh you-nnnnghh!” Fucking hell, the sexual frustration was getting to her, and it wasn’t like the last time when Chloe interrupted the Norwegian’s work. At least that was by her decision. Valley took that joy, knowing that she could have brought Chloe to absolute bliss, but didn’t reward it. It would have been too easy, not yet deserved. “Mmmmm…haahhh, jeez…Course you-ahhn…think..that…” As Chloe felt a hand gripping her jaw, being forced to look at her, she knew what the Californian wanted. She knew the deal more than most, went through the ordeal, even gotten the shirt. “I think…” Chloe draw the suspense a bit more, though that also had to do with Valley’s tongue dipping into her lips. Chloe’s teet took a quick nibble at the tip, not a full bite to draw blood, but getting something in there. “…I think…I’ll…nnnnnhh…hold judgement..ghnn…”

Certainly wasn’t a lie that was told.

Pacing. That was the key, as far as Valley could tell, to this whole style of wrestling. Before her training, she had thought it was so simple a thing, just a matter of getting on top of your opponent and having sex, but that was artless thinking. Any hentai wrestler could have sex, but the best made an art of it, were skilled in the way they worked their opponents over and showed the kind of tactful thinking she had come to expect from seasoned submissionalists. It was a style of wrestling that required you to read the woman you were dealing with, to monitor her body and take everything into account.

Valley wasn’t there just yet. But she was getting close. She’d had her doubts, but as she pinned Chloe down and pinned her through pure passion, she couldn’t deny the results.

Chloe was jelly beneath her. She wasn’t really putting any effort into holding her down anymore, she could’ve escaped at any time, but then again, she really couldn’t. Not with the way the Slamazon grinded on her, not with the way she kissed her, not with the way her fingers groped that ripe ass of hers.

It wasn’t only stimulating for her, either - the sense of powers as intoxicating. Winning a match was one thing, but this was an entirely different thrill. The sensation of controlling a human being, of having her by the strings. It was something that she could get used to, even beyond this upcoming match.

Which made what came next that much harder.

Valley stopped. Not preamble, no warning, nothing. She stopped moving in mid-thrust and pushed over the floor, peeling her skin off of Chloe’s. As casual as she could be, she turned the faucet off, strolled out, and started drying herself, throwing the occasional glance towards her future foe to gauge her reaction.

There was a lingering question floating in the air, amidst the steam around the hot shower room, especially on the minds of Chloe. Could she have escaped?

That depends on perspective. It isn’t the wrong question, mind you, even Chloe saw that there were holes in Valley’s technique. The last Slamazon, for all her training, didn’t have the hold fully secured, only having one arm free to do as much as she wanted. She had good pacing with her hips, but what would the scenario be if Chloe’s hips bucked back? It might not have been the most secure of holds, but it’s not something that needed a lot of energy to maintain, and from the looks of it, not something of importance. Chloe could assume that is exactly what Val was thinking. A twist here, an elbow there, mix in some heavy struggling, and that would likely be all it really took to pull her way out of the jam.

But her body didn’t want out of it. Not with the way Valley’s body pressed onto her and that thigh sliding down her nethers and that kiss. Not too much tongue, but just enough to lap around the other, sharing saliva, leaving her with a taste. Which funny enough, it all this was. A taste. It was all too tempting, too sultry to simply let go.

So the answer was a solid maybe. But in truth, Chloe’s position was much more significant than simply receiving pleasure, sex appeal weaponised to bring her low under Valley’s control. She was observing.

Chloe let out a massive sigh, though it wasn’t of relief. Far from it. She hated feeling like this ever since she shared the beach with the Norwegian. It was relief in the sense that Valley had let up, knowing that she could draw out this torture much longer. There was a lot of things Valley could have done with a body like this. Leaving Chloe to wonder if this is the extent of her abilities…or hiding much more. Valley did hint of many surprises in the match before. Begrudgingly, she’ll have to accept this cliffhanger and wait in anticipation for the upcoming match. And think of the vast possibilities those thirty minutes can go.

For now, Chloe writhed as soon as Valley pushed off her and rose to her feet. The water had stopped, the ex-commissioner rolling onto her side, cupping her aching pussy that is desperately wishing for release. Only this time, she’d have to see to the problem herself. Her cheek planted onto the wet tile, gasping out and staring at the naked Slamazon that was drying off. Gingerly moving towards the wall so that she could sit up straight, Chloe wiped off the golden strands that are stuck on her face, her chest heaving up and down, her heartbeat thumping hard inside. No words were given from the Californian, only getting a few glances as she would go about her business as casually as possible. Chloe would wave one hand in a gesture of dismissal at the last glance Valley gave, shaking her head as the droplets of water dripping down her head. As Valley left the shower room, Chloe would remain the only blonde left in the room, with a lot to think about.

Mainly what she’ll do to pay her back for this.