No Price Too High: Bound for the Long Carnal Night

NO PRICE TOO HIGH: Oil Wrestling -- Alexxi vs. Lance
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Sully presented Lance’s oiling notion to the girls. Raising her brow, Alexxi laughed without objection. It was Lance’s dime and the idea was a sound one. Not only would it be more fun for him to oil her up, it would be better for Alexxi if she could keep Lance out of Geisha’s clutches.


Geisha hemmed and hawed and complained a bit, but finally relented. She thrust herself against Lance’s side, her legs practically straddling his thigh, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She nibbled his ear for an instant and told him, “Just remember that I’m managing you, tough guy. You’re gonna know what oiling is between rounds, baby!” She backed off and motioned for the event to proceed.


Sully clapped for attention and delivered the announcements. “Gents and Ladies! The main event! In the gold bikini, our reigning champion, Alessandra! Challenging her in the white trunks, high bidder Mr. Lance Pearson! The opponents have agreed to oil each other down at this time, and they will have the customary seven minutes to do so before the bell sounds.” An attendant brought two large bottles of oil with heavy-duty trigger nozzle spray dispensers to the ring. Sully handed one each to Alexxi and Lance.


“Alright, babe,” Sully said, rubbing Alexxi’s ass gently, “he’s all yours! I think he’s gonna be a tough one! Have fun.”


“Thank you, Sully,” Alexxi replied, mock-kissing his cheek. “But you know I like my men rough…”


Backing out of the ring, Sully shouted, “Get on with your rubdowns – the clock’s running!” Then, as an afterthought, he shouted to them, “Hey! I don’t want any slippery falls or hurts before the match starts. You two start your little oil war down on your knees.”


They both dropped to their knees, facing each other, about four feet apart. Lance was quickest on the draw and got off the first shot of oil, a fast broad stream that hit pay dirt, right between her tits, deep in the cleave. The oil spattered up onto her face and down onto her chest and outward like exploding fireworks. Lance laughed and got off a second shot that struck right into the grooved cleft between her legs, pooling on the mat around her knees.


This was the art of the feint. She would let him get a few shots in, start feeling confident, and so he’d get closer… Melodramatically screeching as the oil shot over her breasts to her face, then nailed her right in the crotch, she took a ‘blind’ shot back at him, writing an ‘A’ on his chest and feeling a bit like Zorro.


“Haaa, nice shot!” Lance called to her. He suddenly slid forward on his knees over the slick mat and lunged for her. She neatly slid to the side, just out of the way, and he landed on his stomach, arms outstretched, still grasping his bottle. He felt her suddenly climb onto his back, straddling him tightly with her thighs digging into his ribs.


She had hoped he’d lose the bottle, but he managed to retain it. Alexxi jumped him anyway, leveraging her weight on his back to make it hard for him to get up by shoving her knees into his armpits. “You got greedy…” she chastised with a clucking sound, spraying his back and then setting her bottle aside. “And now you have to pay the price.” With long firm strokes she rubbed the oil in, scooting lower once he relaxed to her touch. She was training him to resist simply to get him used to being the one being chased, held, and touched with the hopes of making it easier for him to relinquish control later.


“Ohhh, you’re not getting away with this!” Lance announced. Her hands rubbing and massaging over his back and shoulders felt terrific, but he couldn’t afford to just languish there enjoying it. He released his hold on the oil bottle, and pushed up hard and fast, handily bucking her off him and onto her side. He was on her in a second, grabbing his oil as he took up position astride the side of her hourglass waist. Pushing her down onto her back, he settled heavily atop her, straddling her right over her hips. They both were coated with shimmering oil all over by now, and the mat squeaked under their struggling forms. The “battle” was friendly and fun and sexy, with both of them giggling and laughing all the while, taunting and insulting each other as they grappled. His crotch bulged with the huge excited sausage, which was prevented from slamming down on her solar plexus only by the sopping oily bikini briefs.


Knowing how important sound effects were to the crowd, Alexxi gave a scream of surprise that dwindled into a noise of outrage as Lance turned the tables on her, though this was a much better position for her personally. She stared luridly at him for a second before glancing at his eyes and squealing as she covered her face with one open palm, still clenching the oil bottle.


“Gotch ya’ down already, bitch!” he rasped as he hosed her upper body with copious streams of oil and began rubbing it deeply into her stomach and chest and the fabric of the bikini just barely covering those luscious tits. He massaged her soaked top with his hands, threatening her, “I’m going to do more than rub these boobs before this match ends!”


She allowed herself a moment to simply enjoy his touch,; though once her hips began to shift beneath him restlessly, she knew she would have to take back control of the situation. Getting leverage on the slick mat was an issue, but this is where her training paid off. Teasingly, she raised her knees to press into his ribs; the distraction of that touch intended to distract him from her hands, though once the nails of her right hand were traveling along the silk straining to contain - and not at all concealing - his erection, she doubted he cared whether or not she had legs at all.


“Uuuuu, hey!” he rasped as she grazed lightly across his bulging crotch with her nails. It was no mistake. It was tactic, he knew. His cock twitched reflexively, automatically under her touch, and its sideways jump inside his briefs brought just enough friction as the slick silk rubbed it to harden him all the more. “Playing dirty already are ‘ya, you little ….” his sentence was truncated as her knees pressed hard against his ribs and he lost his balance as she squirmed beneath him, twisting easily onto her side between his slick thighs. With a sideways jerk, she tossed him off with a splat onto his back. His oil bottle slipped out of his hand and slithered out of reach as Alexxi climbed victoriously onto him, pulling his arms to his sides and trapping them with her glistening thighs as she straddled him right around his waistline.


Alexxi loved to writhe against a man - it was the singular reason why wrestling appealed to her at all, though sadly, most of her opponents were women. It was so much fun to see the surprise in their eyes when they discovered that the tools that they normally used to subdue a woman - weight and strength were mitigated to the point of almost being liabilities by the oil. Oil wrestling took finesse.


Cackling in laughter, she made no move to keep him down, but merely settled herself upon him, hips undulating over his pressing need as her hands dug into his thick arms. She would have liked to have stolen a kiss from him then, but blew him one instead as she ground against his undulating hips. Though she could have done this for a while - they were not here to play. “Surrender?” She asked, having sat up and retrieved one of the bottles to menace him with.


“Ahh haa haa! Damn! Pinned by a girl,” Lance guffawed. “Consider yourself lucky, Alexxi! Agghhh uuuu!” he screamed as oil splashed onto his face. He felt like a thoroughly greased pig from head to toe.


“I asked you a question,” she reminded him, having a hard time not laughing as he screamed and writhed about. She had to drop the bottle to grab at his arms, though arm wrestling with him in this position was utterly useless. Neither could hold on to the other.


“Huh! Answer you? Yeah – YOU may surrender, Alexxi – here, let me help you,” he grunted as he managed to wriggle his arms free, reached up to hers, and forced her back and finally off of him. The two of them spent the final couple of minutes rolling around on the mat with each other, taking turns lying on top of each other or scissoring each other with their legs.


The bell clanged noisily. Sully and Geisha climbed into the ring. “OK, you two,” he said, “playtime’s over. Let’s wrestle!”


They both lay back, and then sat up, laughing, and finally stood. Geisha wrapped her arm possessively around Lance and led him to his corner, rubbing his ass with her open hand. Sully led Alexxi to her corner and kissed her cheek. He returned center-ring, and announced, “We have the same rules, same seven-count pins, same five rounds, as the previous match. Alexxi, Lance, no holds are barred – except, Mr. PEARE-SON, there will be NO PIERCING of the lady’s entryways, on pain of disqualification and penalty – 20 percent of your bid amount. Wrestlers, come out wrestling!”


The bell rang three times.


**ROUND ONE**


They bounded out from their corners to center ring, and circled each other, stalking, waiting, seeking an easy entry to lunge. Lance had never known how to get started from a standing position the two times he’d wrestled before, and it was no different this time. He stalled, pulling back a bit, and asked her over the roaring cheers and calls from the crowd, “You wanna set any stakes, bitch?”


Like a panther, Alexxi circled the ring, her turquoise eyes never leaving the lean muscled form of her opponent. His question made her smile in delight. “This is a friendly game, Lance.” She paused a long second, “One in which it is as much fun to lose as to win.” She did not expect him to believe that for a second, “For the loser has to kiss the winner wherever she wishes….” Smugly, she bobbed her eyebrows at him.


“Haaaa, sure!” he laughed, and he grabbed out for her leg, hoping to yank it and topple her. He miscalculated! She lunged forward and grasped the back of his neck with her hand, pushing down so that he bent forward, and then moved quickly into him and twined her leg behind his. With just the slightest backward push, she tripped him backwards over her leg and released his neck. He fell fast and clumsily onto his hip with the squishy sound of the oily mat compressing under him. His hip slid right out from under him, and before he could blink, Alexxi had literally dived onto his supine body and expertly applied a punishing grapevine pin.


He couldn’t believe it! He was stretched out under the bikinied beauty as if on a rack, his arms extended straight out and away from his body at an acute upward angle, held fast by her surprising strong hands choking his wrists. She’d lain her sexy strong thighs outside his, twined her angles around his, and spread and stretched his legs backward in one quick motion. Her hips and pelvis crushed down onto his pubis and lower abs. The pin did not involve genital to genital contact at all, and his scantily bulging briefs were cockily exposed to the crowd just beyond her tight twitching ass mounted atop him.


“How does that feel?” She hissed, watching his eyes for signs of real pain. When all she saw was shock and confusion, Alexxi lifted her hips off the squirming Lance and then crashed back down onto him, thrusting her legs down and backward to further stretch his while pushing up even harder on his wrists.


“Aggggh god fuck damn!” he screamed, barely heard by the roaring crowd, “it’s killing me! Uuuu my ankles!” She thrust that way again, again, and then another time, and then just lay heavily on him, not breaking her hold.


Alexxi laughed at him. “Everyone’s watching, Lance… don’t be a baby…” she chided softly. “Now, it’s time to give me my due as winner of the pin…” She held him down firmly and shoved her top onto his mouth, presenting her hanging-out boobs for some appropriate respect. “Gently,” she instructed, eyes glittering with a mix of triumph and desire. Lance’s shoulders were down, flush to the mat. Sully counted the hapless Lance out slowly, very slowly, to the count of seven as Lance tried in vain to squirm out from under Alexxi while kissing the fabric of her top and the supple tit flesh spilling out from under its margins.


With a moue of amusement, Alexxi tsked, “I think you can do better than that…” And he would, she vowed. She would give him plenty of opportunities to play to the crowd this evening.


He was “out,” but she kept him down a good few seconds longer, rubbing her bare chest flesh over his mouth, demanding light kisses. Finally, she released his wrists, sprang up astride him, lifted her arms in a bent flex victory pose while beaming at the crowd, and hissed at lance, “Shall we try this again?”


She jumped up off him and bounced around mid-ring, waiting for him to get up. Sully clapped from the sideline. “Yeah, girl, way ‘ta go, babe!” he shouted.


Lance hauled himself up, really quite surprised at this quick first pin out of three for the match, but smiled at the crowd and pounded his fist into the air. “Ain’t over til the lady begs for mercy,” he shouted. Most of the men in the crowd cheered for him; most of the women jeered at him or whistled coyly. Geisha leaned over the ropes and squirted a stream of oil at his back as he lumbered toward his opponent.


He put his hands up – palms forward – challenging her to grab at them. “C’mon now, you bad-ass wrestler. Show me you’re not a weak sister! Haaa!” She slapped her palms up against his and tried to bend his hands back. He was too strong and took the advantage, bending her back more and more. “Meeee!” he cried out as he strained.


Having wrestled enough to foresee this, Alexxi walked into the ‘trap’ and played it up for the crowd – and for her opponent. She wanted him to feel some sense of triumph, to get caught up in the game. While she was not willing to throw a pin for him just yet, she pulled a face, grunted, and struggled to get free as she let him push her down as she worked to keep him from breaking her fingers.


Her knees began to bend, and he finally forced her down, bending her even more backward, down to her knees, and then pushed her back hard and dove to mount her for a pin – any kind of pin!


Keeping her toes beneath her, Alexxi let him guide her down, spreading her knees wide on the mat, heels jutting up from either side of her hips so that when he pressed her back her knees were brought up and around his hips, heels digging down into the back of his thighs so that more of her weight was on his legs than her hips as she squeezed him so tightly that he could not settle his weight onto her.


Another miscalculation! He thought he’d get up on her and pin her arms down and win by sheer strength and weight, and he did alight on her, but she caught him between her legs, crushed them around his hips and effectively kept him bowed up and off of her. He struggled to pin her wrists down and did. “Now I’ve got you,” he chided as he wriggled between her legs, trying to squirm out and certain he could so as to achieve a straddle mount and a pin, not to mention some nice friction between his legs. But, she tightened her knees and thighs around his hips and waist like a vice. “Agghhhhhhh!” he cried out.


The struggle of her arms were merely a distraction, though a handy one for what she intended to do. So much of his weight was on her wrists that she was able to use him for leverage as she bucked up and twisted with a forceful grunt.


As she swung her hips to the left, Lance’s knees skidded to the right on the oil-slicked mat. He went down onto his side as Alexxi straightened her legs, slithered them up on either side of his belly, and secured him in a scissor across his stomach. She shifted until he lay on his back with her scissoring him at a right angle. He slapped his hands onto the mat, sending fountains of pooled oil up into the air and over the two of them, groaning as she tightened, then relaxed, then tightened again the scissor. “Damn you, bitch! Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” he groaned.


Like a Cheshire cat, Alexxi grinned at him. “All about leverage, my love…” She let that linger as she posed for the crowd, then added, “They are waiting for you to tap out… that’s all you have to do and I’ll let go…”


“Fuck no. Never. You gotta be …………..agghhhhh! Ooooo, no no! Aghhhhh!” She was relentless in punishing the silly man.


He slammed his palm onto the mat and whispered, “Fuck it! Ooooo! Yeah yeah! I give!”


Sully, on his hands and knees watching the action carefully, barked, “Say again, Pearson! Loud enough to hear!”


“I give!” Lance shouted. Jeers and boos issued from the crowd.


“The gentleman yields and a technical pin is declared.” Sully announced to all. “Alright you two. Up now. One more pin to go. Keep the pace moving!”


“I’m gonna wipe your ass all over this mat now, damnit!” Lance threatened Alexxi as he crawled to his feet.


Tossing the wet tendrils of her hair back, Alexxi began again to circle him again, “I hope so… that almost felt good with your large, hot body on mine… But then,” she shrugged, “Maybe I should resign myself to always being on top…” she faked a petulant little sigh. “Unless you want me to LET you win?” Her tone was designed to incite.


Lance just charged wildly at Alexxi. They collided and went crashing down, both of them laughing. The two grappled on the slippery mat to the cheers and encouragement of the crowd, rolling about and straddling one another momentarily until they lost their grip and slipped off. Finally, Lance managed to press her onto the mat on her stomach and he crawled up onto her, lying fully on top of her back. He wrapped his arms under her shoulders and locked his hands behind her neck in a good full nelson, and squeezed his long legs together around hers, holding her down quite securely, in his opinion. His happy cock rested just on the down-curve of her ass crack, and he wriggled it gently on her. “What ‘ya gonna do now, Alessandra?” he taunted her. “Time to give, babe!”


She had to stifle a giggle – he was learning fast and quite enjoying himself. Ignoring his question she wiggled her ass against him, teasing them both while feigning trying to get away. It had the dual benefit of distracting him from her arms, which had not even bothered trying to break his hold on her neck.


It happened very quickly. Alexxi planted her free hands on the mat, pushed upward with a sharp lurch and rolled to the side at the same time. Lance’s oily fingers slipped away from his hold on her neck and he splatted onto the mat on his back. She was on him as quickly as a jaguar pounces on its prey, grabbing his hands and forcing them down as she mounted him in a high straddle, her scant bikinied crotch pressed hard up against his chin, pushing his head back and helping to secure his shoulders to the mat. She squared herself on top of him, bent his arms and pinned his wrists down with her hands, slid up higher until her knees pressed onto his biceps and then slid onto the mat above them, and folded her arms across her chest as she effectively pinned his arms with upper shins and trapped his face between her thighs. “Agghhhhhhhhh shit,” Lance shouted. But, he was smiling. Beaming, in fact!


Tossing her hair back and forth to get it out of her face, Alexxi nearly cackled at Lance’s expression. “Maybe being on bottom suits you, eh?” Rocking her pelvis forward, she ordered, “Sweet little kisses… prove to me you are a prize worth conquering.”


Lance giggled despite his totally helpless and humiliating position under her. He kissed her crotch gently, in the middle and over to each side, and as she bent slightly forward lipped her bare flesh above the bikini, up to her belly button, and back down. Sully began a very slow count. Lance did not even try to lift a shoulder.


It was more the sight than the touch that was sexy, and she hoped she would get the opportunity later to feel his kisses without the oil between them. “Very nice,” she murmured, shifting to give him better access. Raking her nails down his arms, she sat up in preparation of raising her hands in victory, presenting the lower curve of her mons to his mouth.


Lance sighed softly as he continued to kiss at her covered sex, and then turned his trapped head to try to kiss her inner thighs, but she held him too tightly between them to do it. He looked up at her, and he felt his cock quiver with new growth seeing her sitting so erect, triumphant, on top of him, her pussy right on his chin but denied to him. He wanted to return the “favor” to her and determined that he would, somehow, later in the match. She was a most formidable opponent. And, he loved it!


“Seeeevvvennn!” Sully yelled. “Round to Alexxi by two pins and one technical!”


She was off of him in heartbeat, taking Sully’s hand as they posed before the laughing, cheering, jeering crowd. Several people sprayed oil at her, which Sully used to his advantage, rubbing it into her skin while she stood there proudly in full view of everyone. After nearly half a minute he guided her to her corner where she sat on the stool, legs crossed, toes brushing the mat as she watched her opponent. Sully efficiently began doing his job, encouraging her muscles to loosen up, though he had to tell her twice to uncross her legs so that he could get down between them. “I’ve never seen you so intrigued,” he murmured as his short, thick fingers dug into the insides of her thighs from her knee to the edge of her bikini bottoms.


Whether it was the sound of his voice or the brush of his fingers near her sex that drew her back was debatable. “He is a fast learner,” she remarked with a frown.


In his corner, Lance leaned back against the turnbuckle as Geisha leaned into him, rubbing her hands with bold familiarity up and down his panting chest. “Let’s get you oiled up and primed for some winning here, boy,” she told him.


She instructed him to lie flat on his stomach on the mat, which he did with some reluctance. He found himself facing Alexxi’s corner, and he winked at her as Sully worked her wicked thighs with his hands. Suddenly, Geisha was astride Lance’s ass, and he could feel the little sexpot feeling it up with her crotch. She was bold, he thought to himself. Or, might this be a ploy cooked up between her and Alexxi to get him too worked up to do well next round?


As Lance had to be excused as an innocent - and because she knew he’d likely get a kick out of the idea of two girls fighting over him - Alexxi focused her best evil eye on Geisha until the girl looked up, glared back with a grin and bent over to rub her breasts against Lance’s back.


Sully chuckled at the girls’ antics and motioned for her to kneel over the stool so that he could do Alexxi’s backside. This also made it so that Alexxi could not see Lance and Geisha, and so she closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the attention. His calloused hands were warm and rough and felt so good to her skin. “There are worse things than losing, doll,” he reminded her as he dug his fingers into the thick muscles of her ass, separating the cheeks and then pushing them together several times before his thumbs followed the line up to the small of her back and then down to where he could feel the coarse, short curls of her Brazilian-cut hair.


Lance figured Alexxi was really going to do him a number next round, even though he hadn’t invited Geisha to sit on him! Geisha leaned forward over him until her tits crushed onto his shoulder blades and spoke into his ear with authority. She kneaded and oiled his shoulders as she spoke.


“OK, boy, time to stop fucking up out there. I want you to take the bitch down, Pearson!”


“But, she’s really tough,” he replied. “I’m not letting her win!”


Geisha sat up quickly and smacked Lance’s ass with an open hand, then fell forward on him again. “No, you’re not, but you ain’t using your brain, buster,” she scolded him. “Not the one in that pretty skull of yours. You don’t mind having her sexy bod all over yours, and you’re playing right into her with every stupid move you make. You do what I tell you now!”


She kneaded his neck with her thumbs, and gave him pointers. He was not to let her get her lethal legs around him. It was stupid to try to get on top of her face-to-face if he did not already have her trapped in his legs, because she would just raise hers and clutch his hips off of herself. He should try schoolboy pinning her only from a grapevine or scissor hold. He needed to be quicker, and he could cheat any way he could think of. And he should try different holds.


Geisha told him to roll over, and he took his chance to slide out from under her. He certainly enjoyed the sexy attention of the Asian vamp, but he enjoyed Alexxi more and truly worried about provoking her by showing too much enjoyment with Geisha. He faced her sitting on his heels. “Oh, baby, I’d love to be between these legs,” she said as she oiled his thighs and front side.


“Let’s rumble,” Sully barked, slapping Alexxi on the ass as she rolled back to her feet. “Time’s up!”


Geisha pulled Lance to his feet and back to his corner. “Remember what I told you,” she instructed him.


The bell rang three times. “Get to it!” Sully commanded.


**ROUND TWO**


Remarkably, the second round was all Lance’s. He felt that he won the three pins on his own merits, but also wondered if Alexxi might have let him. It was a mystery that would probably always remain such.


The first pin was a standard cross body pin. They had grappled about for quite a while, each taking turns straddling the other or lying atop each other going for a pin. Lance finally maneuvered to trap one of her arms between his legs and lay across her chest at a right angle, stretching her other arm out with his hands. He kept her shoulders down long enough for a seven-count pin.


There was really nothing Alexxi’s mouth could reach to worship, so Lance decided to play with her while the count was in progress. “Are you ticklish?” he taunted her while she struggled to break loose. He had a clear shot for her ear, and bent his head to it. He licked and nibbled on it mercilessly, and attacked her behind her ear with his tongue. He found out quickly whether she was ticklish.


It wasn’t that her ear was ticklish, per se, it was that it was very sensitive, wakening sensations in other places that she would rather not have aroused while they were out in public and she needed to be in control . Thrashing beneath him as best she could – which was useless as far as getting her released, but not at all helpful as far as decreasing the friction between them, her laughter filled the cavernous room until it was swallowed by the crowd, who was absolutely eating up seeing the champion pinned and ‘tortured’.


“Looks like you’re gonna have yourself a match here, bitch,” he told her as they got up on their feet for the next scuffle.


Wiping at her ear, she shot him a look over her shoulder, then gathered her hair up away from her face and dropped it, where the oil-drenched curls plotted onto her back as she faced her opponent once more, giving him an impish, raised-brow smirk before hurling herself at him haphazardly with a banshee-like scream.


Lance was quick to fend her off as they went down to the slick mat, capturing her in a satisfying scissor across her belly. As she writhed and tried to break free, he handily shifted and mounted her and got her locked up in a punishing grapevine. Lying on her, pinned quite helpless beneath him, he thrust down on her as she had done to him in the first round.


“How do YOU like THIS?” he mocked her as he thrust forward and stretched her arms and legs. “Payback time, Alessandra! Haaa!”


With an involuntary grunt at the strain, Alexxi fought the urge to tense up and risk getting hurt when his stronger muscles overpowered hers. It was much better to submit, if harder on the pride. In truth it was both a joy and an irritant. She did not truly want to be treated so roughly, nor did she enjoy losing; however, there was a satisfaction, even a thrill, in the look of triumph on his face, and certainly a great deal of pleasure in the slide of his body against hers.


Her shoulders were down, and Sully was quick to start his count. Lance rubbed his nipple on her lips. “OK---now you get to kiss my nipples, baby. Do it nice and I might kiss yours nicely later, when we’re alone!”


She knew what she was meant to do when he leaned in to brush her mouth, but made him demand worship before giving it to her – her dark turquoise eyes never leaving his as she stroked her mouth along his erect skin, then parted her lips and snaked out her tongue, using just the tip to circle round the brownish nub before baring her teeth and bringing her head closer, straining to tease his nipple gently.


It was a thrill to be dominant now. Lance shifted from one nipple to another on her talented mouth. Sully counted her out.


Geisha cheered Lance on from ringside. “Way to go, boy! You learned good!”


“You let him have that one,” Sully complained without heat as he took a rough, dry towel and rubbed her arms and back with it as she took another to rub her face with. The towel smelled of the industrial-strength detergent necessary to get all the oil out. Alexxi did not answer as he was right in a way. She wanted to win, but she did not want him defeated. It was important that he come away from this feeling as though if he had just done one or two things differently he would have one and be eager to try again. More immediately, she wanted his head still in the fight and wanted him looking forward to dominating her. He would be utterly boring to her if he just rolled over.


Soon they were on their feet again, squared off for the final pin. They grappled hard this time, each gaining advantage only to slip on the oily mat and lose it. Finally, Lance secured her in another scissor and worked his way up astride her belly. He grappled with her arms, and her bikini top started working loose. “Haaa!” he laughed. “We don’t need this!” He pulled it off of her and twirled it in the air to the cheers of the crowd. He quickly forced her arms down and pinned her tight while sliding up on her until he was straddling her gorgeous tits. “This is how I like to see you, Alexxi!”


She could not keep the disappointment off her face, though tried to hide it by sneering, “I rather think you prefer to be on bottom, Lance,” she used his name as a taunt. “You do realize I can toss you off at any time…?” She was not entirely certain that that was true, but who was counting?


“Haaa! Fat chance, bitch!” he retorted. He reached for her bikini top, pushed her arms up by the sides of her head and locked her wrists together above her head. He slid up high, holding her arms in check with his thighs, his basket smashed against her chin. He wrapped the bikini top around her wrists and chuckled loudly. “I got you now, Alexxi. Sully! Take your sweet good time counting her out!” he told Sully, who was on his belly watching her shoulders.


Oh, how she considered this – the calculation obvious to anyone who was watching. With his weight up on her shoulders, she was utterly free from the waist down and so could easily get her feet under his arms, around his chest or shoulders, and pull him backwards. It would be ungraceful as hell, but he wouldn’t be expecting it. Sully was though, she noted when she glanced his way. With a slow blink she told him she wasn’t going to fight this one though, deciding that she would let him even it up. He would win by one pin, just as she had with Geisha, and the cockier he was going into round three, the more fun he would have with this.


“OK, babe! Pay the piper. Kiss my grits – lick me if you like. Show me what that mouth can do aside from flapping your gums off!” He shifted and lifted his bulging trunks up onto her mouth, lightly. He reached behind at the same time and fondled her bare breasts. “Do it, babe!” he whispered.


And this was why she had not tossed him off. After this exhibition she was certain that both Lance and every man in the crowd would be in pain with the need to fuck something – a mouth, a cunt, an ass… Her hot breath caressed him first as her open lips traveled the length of his hard, silk-covered bulge to where the skimpy garment was gapping because of his size. Her nose nuzzled there, attempting to move the fabric out of the way as her tongue curled under, seeking bare the bare skin that she could barely reach.


Sully counted her out. Lance threw his heads back in pleasure as Alexxi serviced him. He so wanted to be alone with her now, naked, watching more than his trunks invading her lips, and beyond. He kneaded her tits a final time and reluctantly released them. The round had ended. Lance unwrapped the bikini top from her wrists and stole a lip kiss to her cheek, then her lips, as he dismounted her. “Nice round, babe!” he whispered. “You’re a sexy good loser!”


Utterly thrilled that he had played along by being obvious in his enjoyment, she kissed him demandingly, focused on him as if he were the only other person in the room. Her eyes glittered with the odd compliment, though she managed somehow not to smirk that time.


The between-rounds oiling and manager coaching in their two corners went quickly, as if the rush to round three occupied everyone’s minds. Who would win this now tied match?


“Let’s do it!” Sully barked.


The bell clanged its three-note call to arms.


**ROUND THREE**


Alexxi was back with a vengeance as she grabbed for Lance’s legs before the third bell had died away and had him on his back almost at once. She scampered on top of him until her head faced his feet and her thighs were locked around his face in a reverse head scissor. She lay on top of him fully, and her head hovered above his crotch. He was able to roll his shoulders up to prevent a pin, but the hold was devastating and unbreakable. She tensed her thighs, squeezing his poor head. Her ass was rammed right up onto his chin, within reach of his tongue.


It was time to knock him down a peg – both to show the crowd why she was the champion, and to remind Lance why Dion had recommended her as the girl to dominate him. This submission hold was intended to humiliate more than it was to win, for a trained wrestler could easily break it. He was stronger after all – likely more than twice as strong as she was – and he could almost certainly dislodge her 110lb weight if he put his mind to it, even without training. However, he seemed incognizant of that fact – or he simply was enjoying being pinned in such a lewd manner.


Lance was suffering from the cruel scissoring around his face. He couldn’t move or escape. He admitted defeat to himself, and tapped the mat lightly with his hand. “Tap out!” he declared to Sully, nearby. The technical pin went to Alexxi.


The second fall went to Lance, and it was a tap-out! He had managed to get Alexxi onto her stomach and then sat plop down on her ass with his legs bent and feet planted up near her face. He grabbed both her arms and pulled them up and back in a punishing surfboard hold, although he was careful not to apply full tension. He rubbed his ass on hers and teased her while he held her. “I got all the time in the world here. Love using your sweet ass as a seat! Wait and see what I use it for later! Haaaa!!! You better give, bitch! I got you.”


She could not get out of this one and was impressed with how fast he was learning. His weight dug her hipbones into the mat and his gyrating on top as if he were a cowboy and she the horse actually hurt more than his use of her arms like reins. Her back was arched down in a vain attempt to ease the pain, head off the mat. Her only answer to his taunt was a pleading look at Sully, who raised an eyebrow as he grinned from ear to ear. He was going to make her say it, the damn man. “I give,” she worked hard to keep the whimper out of her voice.


Sully ruled the technical pin in Lance’s favor.


Alexxi struggled to her knees, rolling back to hunch over her heels, her forehead on the floor, breasts pressed into her knees and arms tight against her sides as she stretched out the pain of having been squished and bowed back. Around them, the crowd roared. They each had four pins a piece. The next pin would win the match!


Alexxi knew she had to win that pin, because whoever won the game would go into their private session with the upper hand – assuming Lance had sufficient cash left to make it worth her time. However, it was also necessary not to make this an easy pin. This had to be as dramatic as possible – preferably getting some payback for the last pin.


But it was won quickly. Alexxi was a total hellcat, albeit a playful one. She took Lance down in a headlock and punished him that way for a while, finally forcing him onto his back and applying a perfect roll-up pin. She straddled his chest with her crotch on his sternum and pulled his legs up and over his head, as in a yoga plough position. The pin was immediate, shoulders glued to the mat.


Getting as close to his ear as she could, Alexxi informed him in a low voice filled with promise, “I will take my reward in a private shower, where you will wash every inch of me with your bare hands until every nook, cranny, and crevice is so clean you eat off me.” Which led to an entirely different warm fuzzy fantasy…


Lance groaned from the punishing, unbreakable pin. Despite their weight difference, Alexxi had him quite hopelessly pinned. The roll-up deprived him of all possible leverage of arms or legs or torso to wriggle, squirm, or buck out of the pin. The small of his back ached from the tension of the tight roll-up. Ohhhh! It was over! She had the final pin! He smiled inwardly. What a woman!


He relaxed every muscle in his body rather than tensing to no avail and lay there actually enjoying the defeat. The visual was marvelous, with Alexxi again planted proudly astride him – trapping a most powerful thing between her thighs. He imagined it had to give her great pleasure.


He whispered to her, “Yeah, Alexxi! The call is now yours. I’ll give you a shower you’ll never forget – and I’ll take this as an invitation to eat you as well!” He grinned as the count began.


Sully counted Lance out! The match was over! Alexxi triumphed!!


Lance lumbered to his feet as Sully embraced Alexxi tightly, then raised her arm above her head. Lance joined them and raised her other arm, grinning at the crowd. He rubbed the palm of his other hand on her oily, bikinied bottom, flexing his fingers lewdly. “And the winner, ladies and gents, by one fall, the great as-yet undefeated Alessandra!” Sully declared. The crowd was on its feet, cheering and clapping wildly. Geisha rushed to Lance and embraced both him and Alexxi in a showing of good sportsmanship. “I’m gonna get into your briefs yet!” she threatened him under her breath. “Lead me to the shower,” Lance in turn whispered to Alexxi.