A Queen And Her Pawn...

Some matches etch themselves in the annals of history for the right reasons. A spirited exhibition from equally talented gladiators testing their mettle to the last breath, psyching up the crowd to a fever pitch with raucous approval. While others are more renowned for their infamy, and a world class so called super athlete being rolled into an early pin only several minutes into the match was a perfect example. The backstage after one such bout was a chaotic scene with security guards rushing out to ringside to secure and reign in the more than slightly discontented Tatsuki Lefleuvre fans. Though despite the frantic scrambling a lone dignitary held her golden curled head up high with a serene expression shining through the madness.

Gingerly skipping down the aisles on her tip toes bopping her head left and right, the heiress certainly didnâ€t look like someone who had just been through a PPV match. A tad sore from a suplex or two but nothing a well earned Jacuzzi session wouldnâ€t cure. However, it would have taken a world class beating to bring the heiress down from her cloud. Her plan was executed flawlessly with nary any hard evidence to support anyoneâ€s claim that the heiress orcheastrated the entire scenario, audience interference was practically a foregone conclusion in a match such as that one. Suspicion would no doubt abound as other wrestlers shot the haughty heiress a few skeptical glances on her way to her private dressing room. Kicking the door open with a flourish and practically spinning with a twirl into the her lavish quarters Gwendolyn came to an abrupt halt facing her ever loyal teammates. Her entourage had since arrived and waited patiently for their employer to make her appearance, though they were definitely worse for wear after battling their way out of the foaming mad crowd.

“Tout simplement magnifique Ãquipe…Give yourselves a round of applause for a plan well executed~…” Gwen clapped her hands with a chipper smile that was not reciprocated by her exhausted workers, clapping half heartedly with forced grins to placate the beaming heiress. “Not to worry, Iâ€m fully aware that this particular operation was fraught with peril and I intend to reward you all substantially in due time. But for now I do believe special recognition should be gifted to the certain individual who heeded destinyâ€s call to action and granted me the opportunity to strike. Now who among my stalwart team should I be addressing for this exemplary commendation?~….” Gwen folded her arms under her puffed out chest as waited for the lucky individual to show himself…or herself.

Yayoi thought that she was sweating almost as badly as Gwendolyn had after the match. Now that they were back for the post-match huddle, she only realized how hot she was and how red her cheeks were.

During the match, the speedy Tatsuki seemed to show that she had some experience over the heiress but int he end, Gwendolyn appeared to be the superior tactician. Yayaoi had grabbed Tatsuki's ankle when she was close to the rung and because of that, Gwendolyn got the roll up pin and the victory bringing glory to her, the Primol group and her parents. Yayoi had almost acted out of instinct. Her nerves had been racking her the entire match but when the opportunity was right, she seized it. Many others would have considered themselves to be the ones who should receive the glory and, indeed, Gwendolyn now wanted to bestow kudos upon her, but Yayoi knew she was an instrument. She would look good only when Gwendolyn looked good and only when Primol Group looked good. The glory that she might greedily take would be better suited for the heiress.

However, it was also a bad idea to make Gwendolyn impatient. Yayoi lowered her head, brushed her hands down her blue track suit once more and stepped forward. "MaÃtresse, It was I." She said, not making eye contact with Gwendolyn. However, that meant she her eyes were focused on the puffed out chest of Gwendolyn. Not a bad view, all things considered. There were many benefits to humility, it seemed.

Gwendolyn whole-heartedly believed she didnâ€t necessarily NEED anyoneâ€s help to secure victory against that insufferable gymnast. Tatsuki was an immature whelp who hardly belonged in the same arena as the heiress, but if she could end their frivolous altercation and fast forward to itâ€s natural conclusion instead of a drawn out affair……well, it was simply logical. What's more, Gwenâ€s lifetime of worker relation training taught her the importance of galvanizing your workforce for utmost productivity.

Gwendolyns steely eyed gaze centered squarely on the quivering and woefully pitiable young lady barely mustering up the gumption to present herself before the heiress. Her mousey voice barely broke the barrier of audibility, with her head no doubt bowed in solemn respect for the imposing figure standing before her. If she was making eye contact with Gwendolyn sheâ€d notice her baffled expression from learning that THIS was the worker she had to thank for tripping up her foe. Gwen expected one of her more muscle bound underlings to be the culprit of her deception, though when no one else stepped forward Gwen accepted her confession as the gospel truth. The heiress stepped towards her lowly employee as her wandering eyes dutifully scanned and examined Yayoi from head to toe. Thoroughly intrigued towards the docile young lady, an insidious smirk creped over her face as the heiress decided to probe further into this mystery.

“Mmm…I see…and just WHO might you be, mon ami~….” Now front and center standing imposingly over her humble worker, Gwen placed the side of her dainty index finger beneath Yayoiâ€s chin and gently coaxed her to lift her head so they could address each other face to face. “Are you a recent addition into my precious cadre? Your countenance does strike me as somewhat familiar~….”

Yayoi tried to hold in a gasp as Gwendolyn addressed her. Moreso when she saw the heiress' hand and felt the gentle tilt. Now she was looking into Gwendolyn's imperious gaze. "U-Uno!" Yayoi croaked. "Yayoi Uno, MaÃtresse!" Yayoi's chocolatey eyes fixed upon Gwendolyn's lavish blue orbs and the lacky bit her lip. Her body trembled with nerves but she was able to steel her composure while her superior faced her down.

"I've been here for a short while, MaÃtresse!" She said and nodded, feeling Gwenodlyn's delicate finger touch her chin. "Catching Miss Le Feuevre's leg was just part of the job, MaÃtresse. I was just the lucky one who had the opportunity. I know anyone else would have done it to help speed along your inevitable victory! A-A lady of your stature should never be put in a situation where she may have cause to perspire, MaÃtresse! It simply will not do! A-And, I know that because you could have dispatched Miss Le Feuvre at any moment, you may have not considered that fact while you were giving the audience a magnificence performance of your skill!"

Yayoi dipped her head in a bow, Gwendolyn's finger touching her lips briefly before she snapped it back to attention. "A-Always leave them wanting more, M-MaÃtresse!"

With every word the diminutive assistant weakly professed to Gwendolyn a noticeable grin creped wider and wider over her perfectly refined visage. This “Yayoi” individual practically quoted verbatim the aristocrats inner monologue right back at her. Gwen grew more intrigued with her quivering subordinate with every undeniably truthful praising of the heiress†own magnificence. What interested the heiress most noticeably was that despite Yayoiâ€s inert cowardice and apprehensiveness her conviction in Gwendolynâ€s cause enabled her to overcome her shortcomings.

“Well now...such an impassioned declaration~... The occasion is few and far between when I can attest to truthfully having been rendered nearly speechless. Although, I do hope that you donâ€t view me as a slice of bread you intend to butter up in order to earn my favor...*giggle*...even if you do possess a certain knack for it. The rest of you are dismissed. Feel free to take part in whatever delectations Palaestra has to offer...” Gwenâ€s sultry gaze never eased up off of young Yayoi as she discharged her entourage for the time being.

Looking bewildered at each other for several seconds, a few members of her coterie started showing some smiles as they began to think that maybe the heiress would offer comps at the casino. Maybe even pay for…

“...at your own expense.”

“Aww...” With their hopes dashed each entourage member slinked out of the dressing room quietly with disappointed looks on their faces, leaving the heiress alone with the young employee shivering in trepidation. A polarizing silence filling the room now that the jumbled murmurs of Primol group employees were now echoing down the hall before the door would slowly creak closed behind them.

“Youâ€ll have to excuse the impromptu screening, Yayoi, was it?~...”Gwen would gently straighten out Yayoiâ€s glasses which had become slightly crooked from her respectful bowing. “But to say youâ€ve piqued my interest would be quite an understatement. Indulge my curiosity. What exactly do you intend to gain from gracing yourself with my presence?” While still speaking Gwen would turn her back to Yayoi and approach the well-lit mirror with a hip bouncing swivel to her step before extending her right and left arm to her sides, signaling Yayoi to unstrap her padded gloves and take them off.

Despite her shivering, Yayoi's gaze remained fixed upon Gwendolyn's as she praised her. She had succeeded! Her bold move had paid off. She was definitely the right woman for the job! Gwendolyn was proud and her parents would be as well! However, when the rest of the entourage was dismissed, Yayoi chewed on her bottom lip, turning her head and watching the rest of the rabble leave a little disgruntled. Her heart beat like she was about to be scolded but that was impossible! There was no way that Gwendolyn was praising her like that only to turn around and reprimand her in private.

"Yes, MaÃtresse!" Yayoi squeaked when Gwendolyn said her name again. She had been caught taking in the blonde's immaculate form and was snapped out of her daze with the words. When she saw Gwendolyn hold out her arms Yayoi was instantly at her side, meticulously removing the gloves, honored to undress the future heir of the Primol group.

"G-Gain, MaÃtresse? I... don't understand? If you succeed then Primol Group Succeeds and if Primol Group succeeds then I succeed. It's as simple as that, MaÃtresse!" She spoke sharply. "But, I'd never just butter you, MaÃtresse!" She quickly added, responding to Gwendolyn's earlier query. Yayoi's head lowered and her cheeks flushed red. "U-Unless you commanded it, of course, MaÃtresse!' Yayoi then knelt down. "Your boots, MaÃtresse?" She asked as she reached out to begin unlacing them.

Gwendolyn felt Yayoi unsnap her barely used gloves but her gaze remained fixated on her reflection to check for any scuffs or any damage to her flawless visage that may have been incurred from Tatsukis dropkick. None to be found enough luckily enough. In fact one would hardly assume the heiress had even participated in a match that day. Though a slight chuckle escaped her lips when Gwendolyn pondered as to whether or not Yayoi would literally apply butter to the heiress skin if she commanded it…..an enticing image to say the least.

“…*giggle*… To think such an astute and zealous go-getter was slaving away among the myriad of company people I surround myself. My own proverbial ‘diamond in the roughâ€â€¦..” Yayois selfless declaration towards the glory of Primol and the heiress†own personal success gave her reason to pause in consideration as to whether or not this forlorn laborer may, in fact, be whole heartedly truthful. That she had no ulterior motive and whose dedication to the heiress and the family business was absolute. Rubbing her wrists before sitting back in her swiveling armchair, Gwen daintily extended her boot one at a time as young Yayoi carefully untied and slipped them off her delicate feet one at a time

“I but wish there were more who shared your sentiment. I would occasionally hear such words from a vassal under my employ. And yet, why is it when I hear them said from your mouth….” Gwendolyn would lean forward while crossing her legs and resting her chin on her hand, a glowing smile spread wide upon her face. “…I canâ€t help but feel you truly mean them. Where do you hail from my dear, and how exactly did you finagle your way into my employ?”

"Ahh..." Yayoi blushed as she slipped off Gwendolyn's boots and set them aside. Once the heiress' feet were uncovered, Yayoi took one of the blonde's feet gently in her hands and tried to massage Gwendolyn's foot. She wasn't really an expert at massaging feet. She hadn't ever even DONE it before... But she HAD to do it!

"Y-You're too kind, MaÃtresse! I'm only doing my duties!" Yayoi said as she looked up into Gwendolyn's eyes. No one ever called her a diamond before! Her cheeks reddened and her heart began to beat a little faster. She was even more determined to bring relaxation and comfort to Gwendolyn and her perfect feet.

"T-They are true, MaÃtresse! I would do anything required of me!" She would, too. She HAD to. Gwendolyn was her ticket to a lifetime of success. She could suck it up and learn to like the taste of ass or she could be grinding it out in the universities, hoping someone would pay her minimum wage to perform far more humiliating acts of genuflecting. At least with Primol, she could end up being paid like a princess for doing the work of a servant with a veritable kingdom at her disposal when she was off the clock. There was nothing in Yayoi's mind that Gwendolyn or her parents could make her do in their employ that was worse than relieving her of her duties and she'd worship them like gods if it meant keeping her cushy gig.

However, when Gwendolyn asked about how she GOT the job, Yayoi froze. She couldn't tell the heiress that she was spying on Gwendolyn on behalf of her parents! Yayoi sucked in a deep breath and sturdied herself. "I'm from right here in Tokyo, MaÃtresse! O-Okubi, near Shinjuku!" She said, specifically. And, I was working for the Primol Group's Japan offices! When you arrived, it was decided that having some, uh... natives... would be the best thing while you were in Japan. At least, that's what I was told, MaÃtresse! But! I'll serve you in any capacity! Not just as an inbetween to any of the other Japanese people you might encounter while you're here!"

Yayoi then looked at Gwendolyn's feet. She had been massaging it the whole time. Maybe she should switch to the other one? "A-Am I doing ok, MaÃtresse? Would you like me to switch feet or perhaps there is some other way I can help you relax?"

Wait... that didn't come out right! Yayoi bowed her head and blushed deeply.

“Hmm~…” While Yayoiâ€s foot rub wasnâ€t entirely expected that hardly meant it wasnâ€t welcome, the heiress reclining in her armchair and wiggling her toes from the gentle caresses. The scene of the submissive servant prostrating herself in humble servitude before her regal employer carried certain sensual undertones that was hardly lost on Gwen, offering her other graceful appendage for Yayoi to work her magic fingers on. “This will suffice for now, though as time passes Iâ€m confident youâ€ll work your way up…” Gwen calmly stated with a relaxed humming sound vibrating against her closed lips. Of course what the heiress meant by those words was open to interpretation…

“Most peculiar...Winston makes it a point to keep me au courant in terms of new staff appointments, especially ones intending to assist in my transition...and...your accent...Mmm~...doesnâ€t strike me as a typical Tokyo native...” Leaning back in her chairs with her eyes closed, Gwendolyns suspicious nature seemingly beginning to tear through Yayoiâ€s deception.

“...Ah, it must have slipped his mind. Not the first time, I doubt it will be the last.” Though luckily enough for Yayoi the heiressâ€s mind was still coming down from the exhilaration of her first PPV victory and focused on the festivities to come, brushing all these oddities off as odd happenstances and nothing more. The foot massage was a delightful distraction as well~...

Though the matter of what to do with the quivering subservient still occupied her thought process. Gwendolyn has had a number of ardent followers at her beck and call since early childhood, but Yayoi certainly demonstrated herself to be willing to go above and beyond for the heiress more than her other attendants may have done. A supremely loyal vassal worshiping the heiress as she was meant to be. Unflinching in her dedication towards Gwendolynâ€s aspirations and inevitable victorious reign as an AFW champion. A stalwart patsy blinded by the heiress†magnificence and honored to even have the opportunity to be at her side. Gwendolyn raised a hand to her mouth as she was starting to giggle at the possibilities.

“..Oh shoot, Excusez-moi” Sitting up in her chair abruptly, Gwen made a beeline for a folded wall partition in one of the corners of the room. As much as she would rather continue this delicate moment, her plans for the night dictated an expedited pace. Though Yayoi couldnâ€t see behind the folded wall, she could notice the heiress wrestling suit flipping over and hanging over the top, indicating that Gwendolyn was baring it all while she changed clothes.

“Well, from what Iâ€ve seen and heard so far, Yayoi....I believe I may have an opportunity for advancement in the company for one such as yourself...Have I grabbed your attention?~...”

Yayoi's eyes widened as Gwendolyn took a rather awkward statement from the Zainichi and twisted it into her own ambiguous declaration. Immediately Yayoi switched feet and began to dutifully attempt a massage on the other foot. She lifted a few meager milliliters and looked at Gwendolyn;s shapely leg. She swallowed hard but found the prospect of taking her hands to the heiress' entire body something to be utterly ecstatic about.

In her mind, she filled away a thought. She'd have to spend some time learning the proper way to massage a supple body like Gwendolyn's so that there was no distinction between the neophyte that SHE was and an actual masseuse.

But as she was beginning to calm down and become more calculating with her ideas, Gwendolyn sprung another trap. Yayoi froze and once again lowered her head. Winston!? That had been an unknown to her. She hadn't been sure if Gwendolyn's parents were supposed to tell him to keep Yayoi's mission a secret or if she was supposed to try and sneak through the eagle eyed servant's ranks.

Worse yet, it seemed as though Gwendolyn picked out that Yayoi wasn't a true Japanese! Yayoi could feel a cold sweat coming on.

No wait. That was actually a GOOD thing!

"I-I was born and raised in Topkyo, MaÃtresse! I-I've never even LEFT Japan! However, I am of Korean descent. I grew up speaking Korean and didn't learn Japanese or English until I was older. T-That's very perceptive though, MaÃtresse! Of course your keen ear could pick up such a subtle difference! Eeeeep!"

Yayoi fell backwards when Gwendolyn stood up and about jumped out of her skin. She pressed her hand against her chest when Gwendolyn rushed off and caught her breath. She stared at the silhouette when the wrestling outfit flopped over the partition and blushed, knowing her mistress was au natural underneath it.

"M-My attention is yours from the moment we are in the same room together, MaÃtresse! O-Or even sometimes when we aren't, if duty commands it!"