Chloe Mason vs Annette Weber - Beach Heat

Unbeknownst to Annette, Chloe did feel just a slight twinge inside, soon as that hook kick connected. She wasn’t too sure, though she figured that is was…worry? She wasn’t all too sure on that one, considering the majority that she was feeling was something akin to pleasure or ecstasy. The blonde was never going to tire loving that feeling once her foot managed to connect with her opponent, striking them in the face was a bonus. A feeling she knew all too well in the many odd years being more proactive than her family combined. Though she had the poise and the manners not to be crying out in ecstasy soon as her sole smacked someone right in the cheek. Perhaps she was more conscious of that happening that she learned to hide it well from her enemies. At least until such limiters are no longer needed. Adding to the fact that her foot had been marred with the grains of sand that latched on her sole, coming along for the ride before they transfer into the next stop and the former commissioner couldn’t get enough and hungered for more.

That still didn’t take her mind off the fact that she had a bit of regret there. Was it that she feared that she went a bit too far with it? Granted, that was far from being a kick that Chloe would put a lot of power into, that is saved for people she wishes to bring destruction to, and it was the Norwegian that started such an affair. Still, she was quite the sweetheart. Maybe she was overthinking this and not giving the European enough credit. If that initial kick that started this whole thing said, anything is that Ann could probably take it as much as give it. The slight grin and the way she went back into bouncing on her heels proved that this wasn’t going to deter her and is ready for more.

“And more you shall get.”

Wherever or not that meant kisses are to be determined, though Chloe dashed in before Annette could even think about it. Ann reacted to the low kick as Chloe expected, coming up to tap right at her shin. That was fine. The real strike was coming in hot, spinning around, her leg came up as if it was seeking to take her head off. A lot more potent than the hook kick and would undoubtedly leave the Norwegian reeling…

…Had she been in range to get hit that is. The American’s kick sailed way over the Norwegian before she felt the planted leg being taken from underneath before she came full circle. A sweep. Chloe didn’t have to see it to know what happened. It still didn’t make the landing less painful, landing on the sand with a bit of a thud. A bit of air left out of her lungs, but that was nothing. At least, that was pride talking, but she genuinely felt as such. That was until she saw something that caught her peripheral vision, something rising. A leg and a foot that was raised high in the air, the split second that Chloe had to recognise the danger of it all could have been used to tense up her abdomen, would have been better than taking a full-on kick right into the gut. A grunt left the blonde as well as a puff of air, slightly irritated by the grains of sand that lingered around her instep. Creative, perhaps Chloe didn’t have much to worry about after all if Ann was that skilled using her legs and feet. She sought to roll away, all with the hopes to gain some space from the Norwegian. If anything, she didn't want to linger on the ground where that is supposedly where Ann's strengths lie.

Jiu-Jitsu was helpful for learning submissions, making use of the long and lovely legs she’d so proudly sculpted over her modeling career, but it was also useful for some fo the basic things. Like not landing flat on her back and blowing out her lungs. The beach sand may have been more forgiving about those kinds of blunders, but not nearly enough to deter an opponent like Chloe.

That's what the kicks were for.

She was going off reflexes, really, but it was enough to prevent the worst. The follow up came as quick as the recovery as the Norwegian moved to match Chloe's speed. Her leg cut a magnificent arc forward and struck the American dead center. Though while she managed to put her on her back, the downward strike that followed would prove a more devastating blow. Her instep met the blonde's toned abdomen, tensed to absorb most of the force, but nevertheless rewarding the Norwegian model with sweet smack of succulent flesh.

Chloe wasn't content with wasting precious seconds reeling on the beach floor. She rolled her way to safety, yet Ann hadn't stood to meet her as quickly, seeming like a sitting duck with her back clearly exposed as it basked it's platinum mane against the rays of sunlight. Tempting as the pleasures of getting kicked in the head again were, the silver girl wasn’t out of options on this front. She was a creature of whims. It was what lead her to wrestling, what brought her to this beach, and decided what she would do next.

She stood straight up as quickly as possible, opting not to turn around to face the American. Taking a moment, barely a second, to guess where her opponent might have escaped away to before she chambered her legs and threw herself back in a backward somersault. Her leg sliced across in a crescent, hoping to tag the fleet commissioner’s head in her foot’s wide arc.

It was at that moment where Chloe was thankful this wasn't a hard surface. There was much to like about fighting in the beach, her first experience has been going splendidly. Though it also helped that she was facing a gorgeous Norwegian as well, that is a mighty big plus. She found her heart beating fast, in the brief moment that she was on her back after having her legs taken underneath her. Chloe's opponent was smart, and it helped that she had plenty of experience fighting in this terrain. Something that she is kept reminded of when she finds herself on the ground. Where Annette would arguably be the strongest.

Rather than going with a grapple, however, Annette went with a kick, which left Chloe impressed, but also wincing after a rather crippling blow. Had her abs not tense at all, Chloe would be in deep trouble. While she carried her pride in regards to her legs, Annette's legs were no joke either. Those were kicking legs. And she had seen enough of them to know.

That still doesn't mean that she would be resting on her laurels, Chloe rolled away as quickly as possible, the position that the Norwegian was in wouldn't allow her to go on the attack more when she has her back facing the American. A counter-attack could have worked, but she opted for a safe retreat. There will be many chances to kick her pretty little head again, though she'll have to regain a position where she's most dominant.

Chloe figured she had enough space to rise to her feet. However, Annette was quick to intercept, close that space as soon as it was created. Can't keep away from her, how nice. What would follow is a showing of deft skill, considering Annette had her back facing her, she threw herself backwards, her legs following suit like a rainbow on the horizon. Chloe did catch the motion from the corner of her eye, before she would roll onto her front and push up, the grains of sand sticking to her flawless form. Annette's leg sliced in the air, coming down like a hammer to a nail. An outstretched hand, however, caught the ankle before it would land right onto her head, her golden mane spilling all over the sand over her head as she looked up, stopping it dead in its tracks. Lots of things could happen, something that didn't bode well for the Norwegian, though Chloe's next action could be considered surprising to a few in attendance.

The American lowered that foot that is hovering in the air, before her luscious lips planted a quick kiss on the instep, perhaps the one that smacked at her abdomen. Chloe didn't waste time with this, only something to tease the Norwegian before pushing it away from whence it came. From there, Chloe would perform a kip-up, to bring herself back in her feet. This is still a match, and luckily for Chloe, she hasn't eaten a kick to the head from the exotic European, and she has no intention of that happening anytime soon if she could help it.

In another life, Ann probably would have taken up gymnastics or dabbled in cheerleading. She had the look for it. The energy to keep up and the flash to dazzle with a long whip of her hair and cheery smile off to one side. Maybe in a time when she was a bit more afraid to get dirty. The agility was there if nothing else. She was proud to put it all on display. Her flexibility as her leg arced into the sky and the graceful flow of her lithe frame as she forced herself through the air.

But then she’d miss all of this. The sweat shining on her forehead, the warm sun beating down, the cheer of the crowd from every angle imaginable, rolling around with the most beautiful women on Earth. For a moment in her glide through the air, the emotions in her heart bloomed across her face with a wide, giddy smile from ear to ear. It was almost as if she weren’t about to kick another woman’s head off with one of the most elaborate maneuvers she could have done. At the very least, Chloe could appreciate the sight before her face all too eagerly met the sand.

That was until Ann suddenly felt her ankle grabbed. The rest of her body met the sand before her leg did, landing with a slightly ungraceful thud before she raised her head and looked over her shoulder, seeing her American opponent’s firm grip on her leg and only slightly bewildered by the fact she wasn’t in extreme pain right now. There was plenty of time to apply a hold, or work into a better position, but Chloe seemed to have opted for a more...delicate approach.

A warm kiss set a shiver up Ann’s spine. Before she even had time to fully take it in, Chloe had thrown it away and was back on two feet. Tall and gorgeous. Like no one could touch her. She snickered. “Like that, huh?”

Turning herself onto her back and standing up, Ann took a moment to brush bits of sand from her thighs and clear the hair from her eyes before she finally looked at Chloe. With a knowing smile, the swimsuit model slowly raised her fists, adopting a posture more fitting for a boxer than a wrestler. She moved in slow with eyes like a genteel hawk never once leaving the blonde beauty. Though she was mostly watching for sudden movements and subtle hints that might give her away, Ann hardly needed another reason to watch those luscious curves and firm assets shining beautifully in the daylight. Her eyes started falling from her chest past the slim waist and down to those svelte thighs drawing her attention away.

Or so it seemed. Without raising her eyes, Ann quickly fell forward, balancing on her front foot as her back leg shot up and over the back of her head. In an incredible display of flexibility, her backfoot shot forward to the center of Chloe’s face. Only to stop short of its target by nary an inch before Ann retracted it and stood straight back up. As if nothing had happened at all with a sure smile on her face.

There was one point in time when Chloe contemplated what her life could be. There were so many scenarios that had played out, and the blonde had humoured with, thinking deeply on the paths she would have chosen. One of them Chloe wondered what life could be if the wrestling family she was in…actually wrestled. Although the Mason name has been rooted in its history for a long time, the previous generations never laced the boots or slipped into their singlets. In fact, they had never stepped foot inside a ring, save for her uncle. She was unlike the Valley Dolls, the Silver Aces, the Alaina Sanders of the wrestling world, Chloe had come into the game much later. There was much she could have capitalized on, perhaps having traditional training. She had the body for it, and she was keeping herself active before she would finally get her chance. Her parents tried to guide her into another path that they set, rather than choosing her own way and knowing this was her choice. At one point, there could have been resentment to those that have gotten a proper introduction to wrestling. Even when thinking of all of that, she would have missed out on many opportunities that she finds that are more valuable. Regardless of what decision she could have made, Chloe was confident that she made the right one. She chose the best path, achieving more than her family could ever do. Maybe she would have come to AFW in another life, but she certainly wouldn’t have been in a match like this.

Even when she’s about to have her head kicked off, there was still that grin on Chloe’s face. There have been instances where she hated an opponent or would smile, but at the expense of the victim’s destruction. This was the first time in a while that she was smiling from just having fun. Ann has been such a fun opponent to the point she can indulge in so much. Admittedly, she knew there was a risk of being greedy and overindulge. This is supposed to be a match after all. Although, a quick kiss wouldn’t hurt much, wouldn’t it? At least compared to having Annette’s foot hammer down her face into the sand, like she would have done. She quickly got to her feet, as if she was a gymnast or cheerleader in her past life. Age hasn’t slowed her down at all, the wonders of keeping one’s body healthy and in excellent condition. Both took time to brush the grains of sand off their bodies, Chloe brushing some of it off her hair, parts of her back and thighs. “Did you?” She smirked, brushing the golden mane back behind her. Best to leave that question unanswered and let her mind run wild for the answer.

Banter aside, the Norwegian and the American both raised their dukes up, Chloe slowly curling her fingers into fists while the rest of the body remained poised to react to anything. At least that is what it started like when she saw the wandering eyes of the Norwegian. They’ve been at it long enough for Chloe to suggest that Ann is checking her out. That is what it seemed at least when it came to the European standing before her. While looking at the eyes isn’t bad, she wouldn’t be focused on the rest of the body. The kick that followed showed the danger of doing so. Fast and it came from behind, which probably would have caught Chloe unaware until it was too late. At best, she could have leaned back, but she wouldn’t be surprised if that kick landed. What was surprising was Ann stopping just an inch, Chloe had flinched, the back leg sliding behind her more. The surprise leaving her heartbeat faster than before. How cheeky of this woman. And the ex-commissioner couldn’t be mad at that. She could see herself doing the same thing.

So, the scorpion kick was a feint. Chloe chuckled as she stared at the foot as if she was staring at the barrel of a gun. The Norwegian retracted it soon after, having gotten a beautiful look up close and personal. But Chloe wasn’t going to leave Annette to get away with that, her hand reaching out towards her. No, it wasn’t for her foot again, but to get that hand behind the back of her head. Just as Annette is standing back up, Chloe pulled her face in deep between her cleavage, not outright smothering her but enough that she could shake her own breasts on Ann’s face in a forced motorboat before pushing her head out from it again. Most likely, Ann would have preffered to stay there. That can be arranged…after all is said and done.

Ann liked being clever. At least when she had those moments to do so. It wasn’t something that she went out of way to be or act like, but she found that thrill in the chase. Between the two of them, she would have to say that Chloe was the one that exuded more class. She was walking poetry, exuding that elegance and beauty in every subtle move of her body. Not one motion wasted. If anyone could appreciate what she was doing it was her.

But a scorpion kick? Ann was convinced more than a few eyes in the audience would have been surprised to see a swimsuit model pull that kind of move. She had no problem using her looks to get an advantage - if you got it, flaunt it, after all - but she didn’t spend two years in a gym just to let her gi gather dust on the rack. It was just nice to have the opportunity to show it off.

Chloe certainly agreed. At least, that's what that hint of brightness on her face seemed to suggest. Those eyes were definitely full of the surprise she was looking for. The mouth and the face and the way her body tensed said everything else. If she didn’t know better, Ann would have thought that Chloe liked taking that kick to the face almost as much as she loved rolling around on the beach. That allure to the danger was almost tangible. Stuck on the tip of Ann’s tongue like fresh fragrance.

Or maybe that was just her lovely perfume. Who knew?

She leaned back and prepared for another strike, but before her foot could find the floor, Chloe reached out and grabbed her by the head. Ann was expecting something a little more painful waiting for her on the other end. A knee to the face, maybe a faceslam into the ground, something to get her reeling and pay her back for her deception. So when her face finally arrived in the American’s sumptuous chest, the pleasant surprise that dominated Ann’s senses quickly melted into a renowned pleasure. She let out a soft moan into her breasts, grabbing a handful of each and letting her fingers sink and pinch into the soft skin.

Ann didn’t resist as much as she could have. To probably no one’s surprise. Her hands nearly went to Chloe’s waist and stomach almost on reflex to push for some vain attempt at freedom, but they stayed right where they were. Her head only drew back intermittently to steal some air before heading right back in.

Clever girl.

Rarely would Chloe be caught on the backfoot, taken by surprise by something she'd probably say she should have seen coming. Though Chloe knows that this would take away how perfectly executed that scorpion kick was from Annette. Truth be told, the Norwegian has been nothing but surprises. But the ex-commissioner could at least find a way to defend herself or even better, counter a strike with her own. She did so when Annette threw the first kick that started all of this. Also, when she was on the ground, Chloe could still be dominant. But this was perhaps the one moment where she could have been struck clean and then crumble. Such a kick would do more than stun someone after all, that she knew much, but more as the one performing it. This was perhaps the first time in memory where she was on the other side. And staring at the ball of her foot was like staring at a barrel of a gun. The grains of sand that stubbornly stuck on her skin as if they wanted to join in on the ride. She could have been out. But Ann just had to be cleaver and play mind games.

Chloe could concede in that regard. She was caught. Hand in the cookie jar.

But that doesn't mean that she would stand there and do nothing. Quick thinking brought them to this moment where the tides of power shifted, Ann not quite getting the moment she would expect. The blonde could have kept Ann's face between her tits, but this wasn't meant to be a full-on smother, just a moment where she could take away the badass feeling and leave her somewhat foolish. Yet Ann somehow liked this position. Perhaps understanding that this is pretty much a privilege as most would dream of being smothered by such a lovely bosom. The Norwegian certainly wasn't in any rush to pull away, taking her time to enjoy it, as shown with her hands grabbing and almost kneading the tit flesh. Who was she to deny someone who clearly wants to indulge? Chloe can allow Annette to do so to her heart's content.

She was still ready to act the moment she tries something, but Chloe let Ann take in the firm breasts, shaking them around some on her face as her fingers curled and massaged the roots of her hair. Soothing to the touch, devoid of any sand to irritate it. Chloe sighed, looking around at the cameras. If she didn't know better, Ann would have liked just experiencing everything about the blonde. She seemed to want getting kicked in the face just as much as being the one doing as such and being close to the former commissioner. Ann pulled out to get some air before diving back in as if it was a drug. She wanted more and more, and Chloe can accommodate her desires.

She gave a few moments before she would draw her face out before she knocks herself out due to her overindulgence. Her hand cradled underneath her chin, bringing their faces to close. Very close. She stared into the amethyst jewels, looking deep into her soul. Feeling the hot breath on the facial features, her face edged closer and closer. As if she wanted to indulge herself with a kiss. No doubt Annette would enjoy that one.

What she probably wouldn't expect is Chloe suddenly bringing her face away all of a sudden, taking that moment away from her and into something much different. The back leg swung from behind her, shooting straight towards the beautiful face of Annette. Same kick, same position, the same distance from her foot to Annette's cute nose as it stopped an inch. And like Ann, she retracted it just as quickly before stepping away and pushing Ann's face back to create space between them. Even Chloe couldn't help but indulge in her petty desires every now and then.

What was that she was smelling? Roses? Lavender?

Something told her that wasn’t unintentional. Ann wouldn’t call herself the high maintenance type, but she’d been around the modeling agency long enough to recognize the type. Nothing escaped their attention, everything was deliberate. Ann was beyond thankful that Chloe had good tastes in her choice of perfume. Or was that incense? What did this remind her of?

Ah well. Plenty of time for her to figure it out. Even more to enjoy.

Ann continued to explore a couple of AFW’s greatest perks in the meantime. It was beyond obvious how easy it was for Chloe to steal her air away, but the model found little reason to tear herself away. She tasted every curve and teased the buoyant skin wherever it could be found. With luck it might be enough to distract the American if she were thinking of this match competitively. But that would make her the only one.

She found herself staring up at that enchanting face and a pair of shimmering eyes stunning her to the core. For a moment her lips puckered and drew close, allowing herself to be drawn in and not caring for a second where she might end up. When that place ended up being a foot to the face, she shouldn’t have been surprised.

Nearly a foot to the face that was. A gust of air from the force alone forced her to reel back in a fit of rapid eye blinks and flailing arms. With a shake of her head, she found herself sitting in the sand and

“So mean!” She laid it on thick with the hurt in her voice. A playful opener for her to push off the ground and charge Chloe straight on. The Norwegian spun on her front foot, bringing her back to Chloe as she threw her leg out with a reverse roundhouse toward her head, throwing what power she could behind the momentum.

Irises, to be precise. With some delicious fruity notes and the accord of Patchouli and Vanilla gives its gourmand facet to the fragrance. She wasn’t going to slack in cleanliness. Especially since there was always a chance for them to be this close to each other. Applied only to the pulse points, this would most definitely have the Norwegian intoxicated. Paired with the effects of the breasts taking Ann’s breath away, and it would leave a lasting impression on her mind. A gentle reminder when she wakes up from her slumber.

Not that she would fall into a literal slumber, Ann was careful enough not to get herself drowned in the waves, but still diving into them without the threat of being disrupted. If Chloe was thinking of this match competitively, then she would have smothered her out there and then. But Chloe let Ann indulge, letting her rub on the smooth mounds, the bikini doing it’s best to contain them with all the action going on. Despite all of this, Chloe made sure not to let herself get swept away, not when she was in such a dominant position. The feel of Annette’s face between her breasts made a purr escape her throat. This wasn’t without its side effects, of course.

Eventually, Chloe had to pull Ann’s head over the waters, lest she drowns herself. But seeing that face after the work she had done on herself was delightful. It wasn’t so hard to tempt the Norwegian woman in for a kiss, drawing those enchanting ruby lips so close to her, inviting her to come close. At least before switching said ruby lips with the sand kissed ball of the foot that was way too close to be a feint.

Chloe continued to hold the pose. Her foot hovering over her head like the scorpion’s tail ready to sting as Annette stumbled back in such a comical sight. At least Chloe was pretty much a deer in headlights, this was much more amusing as she saw Annette shaking off the effects of her charm while she sat on the sand almost dumbfounded. She didn’t respond, Chloe letting one finger from the hand that once held Ann’s face, beckon her to the American. Laying it on thick with the hurt tone. “Oh, so you actually wanted me to knock you out, eh? My mistake.” Letting out a playful, sarcastic response to the Norwegian as she let her leg down to the ground. Just as Annette pushed off the sand and onto her two feet which she used to charge towards Chloe. The European spun around with such speed that anyone lesser would have been caught by a reverse roundhouse. Except that Chloe isn’t a lesser fighter. And she has learned a few new tricks.

The blonde would move before she ran out of time to react, falling low into a crouch. Her hands planted on the hot sand underneath them. Not precisely solid ground but this would have to do. Her leg would fire out towards Annette’ just as she would eventually turn to face her for a low side kick towards her gut. Assuming that the kick had made Annette double over, Chloe would kick out both of her legs to catch the Norwegian’s neck between her feet before bringing her straight to the ground, grabbing an arm to support the downfall.

This was slightly dangerous territory she was stepping into. Annette would be the last person in the world to hesitate on the chance to roll around on the beach with a mature, lithe body under a shining sun and a clear blue sky. Especially one who was clearly as experienced and familiar with such an affectionate hobby like her dear American friend.

Sex and wrestling just went so well together.

Sex and kicking on the other hand…

The Norwegian model was far from a stranger to a fiery competitive bout. She'd been working on getting her purple belt in BJJ but nevertheless had a firm understanding of the basics and excelled in her own way on the mats. Her comfort was in grappling, however. Skin to skin contact just came so naturally to her. Not heel to face.

Chloe didn't seem to care for that. She wasn't sure what kind of training this woman garnered to be so proficient, but Ann would have to be careful with her moving forward. If push came to shove, she was confident in her ability to get a nice and enjoyable orgasm out of Chloe. And at the same time, Chloe was likely confident in being able to knock her out before it got quite to that point. She had to fight hard to make sure that didn’t happen.

The American wasn’t making it easy. Ann’s kick met nothing but air and when she turned to finally face her opponent, she found herself doubling over. She only felt the pressure on her neck a second after that. Her face slammed into the beach floor with a splash of shiny grain, leaving her still and silent in the sand.