When the Music's Over

Irene nodded her head in understanding. She'd watched a bit of a Friction promo featuring Jessica and River together, so she had expected the hardcore brawler's name to come up. Even though it made perfect sense for someone like Jessica to be a loner, it was a shame that she didn't have many people to lean on. She had some ugly anger issues, but having more than one person in her life might do her some good in the long run.

“Let's hit the gym. We'll have time to fool around more if you decide you want to, but I'm eager to get a little training in first,” Irene said, before gulping down the rest of her coffee. Getting down on all fours, the perky college girl started the long crawl up to Jessica's bedroom, where her street clothes awaited her.

“Y'know, Jessica, this weekend has been a blast. Maybe after it's over, we can stay in touch. I'd jump at the chance to spend another night like the ones we had yesterday, if you ever need a good fuck to relieve your stress,” the girl offered before disappearing from the kitchen, off to ready herself for the day.

Jessica was a little bit stunned, if she were honest with herself. Not only did Irene claim she was eager to step back into the ring with her, but she offered her ass up like it was on a platter. Jessica usually enjoyed taking girls more, but if they were going to come to her, Jessica would let anyone in the door. Her body was so full of toxins and pains anyway. Having a nice little cutie like Irene around wouldn't have been bad at all. After contemplating a moment, Jessica followed Irene out of her kitchen and down her hallway.

She walked past the crawling girl. "I'd have you anytime," she said over her shoulder. It was the truth. Irene was a severe hottie and Jessica loved the sight of that sweet ass as she walked on by. She pulled her workout clothes on in a flash- tight black sports bra and long red basketball shorts. Her socks were nice and high and gave her some comfort against a set of black Converses. She threw her car keys in her bag with a few protein bars and slung it over her shoulder.

"We're coming back here. I got you until midnight and I am going to use you until midnight." She mentioned. Fucking her in the future was a wonderful prospect, but Jessica was still very much concerned with the here and now. She was owed something, and she was going to have all of it. Down to the last drop.

Irene felt her heart palpitate, and her crotch glistened as she became a little wet at Jessica's reply. Having repeat performances with such an insatiable woman might not appeal to some people, but Irene wanted more of what Jessica had to offer. Between her botched relationships and terribly unfulfilling school life, Irene had an intense libido that she didn't get many chances to satisfy. She couldn't match Jessica for brawn or intensity, like River Styx, but she and Jessica still enjoyed each other enough. If the violet made good on her erotic threat, Irene would be taken again before the day was even over.

Before the sun went down, however, she was going to find out how intense Jessica could get when she trained. The street clothes that had been given to her after their match last Friday were still piled up at the foot of the bed, where they'd been thrown not long after her arrival here. She would slip them on for now. She had some gym clothes in her Friction gym locker, so she could swap for them when they arrived.

Jessica, on the other hand, got her gym clothes on in a flash. They were nothing fancy, but the Violent Violet's toned body was gorgeous no matter what covered it. Once she was clothed again, Irene abandoned her doggy walk and stood up, eager not to waste time. “I've got better clothes at the gym. I'll get 'em on once we're there,” she said. Turning, she jogged down the hall, set to outrun Jessica to the car outside.

Wasn't she just the cutest thing? She was so eager to do everything. Fight Jessica, go to the gym, get fucked. Jessica chuckled. The Violent Violet of course was in no hurry and strode down to her car with no haste. She chucked her bag in the back and sat in the driver's seat. That is always where she wanted to be: in complete control. She cast a glance towards Irene.

Part of her was curious as to what the scientist knew and she didn't. The sheer amount of submissions in Jessica's arsenal was fairly limited, but she more than made up for it by making them hurt a lot with her big muscles. The technical side of a fight slowed the match down and Jessica wanted to live just like she was driving: fast. She cut off every driver she could as she sped towards the gym. It would be nice to know a few more hentai holds, and she suspected that Irene knew a handful of those. But did she really want Irene to do them on her?

"Here." She said as she double parked. Jessica quickly grabbed her bag from the back and marched towards the gym. She knew she was going to have a good time throwing Irene all around this gym. Maybe the other girls there would even see Jessica fuck Irene.

Just like Jessica, Irene was thinking about what she could learn in the gym as the car sped toward it. Irene loved to use submissions, and she needed to. She was a small girl, unlike Jessica, which forced her to leverage every ounce of pressure she could get out of submissions that sometimes fell outside what people were used to. Even with the absence of raw strength, Irene could get people to tap with enough coercion. The trouble for her was wrestling opponents down to the ground in the first place. She wondered if Jessica knew any throws that her smaller body would be capable of performing.

Hentai hadn't even crossed Irene's mind as Jessica's car came to a halt at the huge Friction facility. She was all business right now, but wrestling made her horny, so who knew what might happen as the day progressed. She stepped out of the passenger seat. “I'll go get my stuff out of the lockers and change into my gym clothes. Join me if you want, or just meet me in the gym,” Irene said. With that, she closed the car door and set off toward the Friction building.

"Gym." Jessica had always been sort of a lone wolf, and even constant contact with a lovely slave was enough to exhaust her. A precious minute on her own would be good. It would give her a chance to think and to breath after a long night of being mindless and giving in to the endless bacchanalia. She walked straight into the arena and marched to the gym. She eyed the weights like a long last lover before she stepped into the ring. They had the berth of the gym as no one was up practicing, and Jessica smiled. People would trickle in of course, but the Violent Violet liked it when it was just her and her plaything.

She tossed her bag over the side of the ring and began her stretches. Jessica bent over nice and low as she stretched out her legs. Her thick rear was on the air and her eyes were closed. You will have no problem tossing this girl around, so why not try for something technical? This isn't a real match so there might be some space from some razzle dazzle. She bounced, once, twice, and her hammies really burned. I wonder how high I can get her to go. She opened her eyes and stood up to the extent of her 5'11 frame.

The Violent Violet turned her attention to her arms. She brought her strong arm across her chest and pulled. The muscles were taut and Jessica was kinda checking herself out. A wandering eye found the door to the locker room.

Intent on keeping Jessica waiting as little as possible, Irene jogged past rows of lockers, coming to a swift halt at her own. This is where Irene had met her for the first time, where she'd written a check with her mouth that her body had been unable to cash. It was funny to think how much pain and pleasure Irene would have been spared if the Violent Violet had just allowed her to access her locker without a hassle.

Fishing her workout clothes out of the well-organized space in front of her didn't take long. A pastel purple sports bra and matching gym shorts adorned her body, along with the same boots she wore into real matches. Her feet were a little overdressed for the occasion, but the rest of her clothes were loose and comfortable. Were this an official match, Irene would've worried about an opponent pulling her attire off. Today, however, Irene had no need for her modesty. If Jessica wanted her, then Jessica would have her.

Walking silently, Irene didn't rouse Jessica's attention until she reached the doorway into the training facility proper. Almost nobody was present, but there Jessica was, warming up inside the ring. It was hard for Irene not to ogle her imposing, gorgeous figure for a moment, but precious time was wasting, so Irene jogged up to join her, slipping under the bottom rope to meet her in the ring. “Ready to show me what those muscles are capable of?” Irene asked, ready to absorb some painful experience at Jessica's hands.

Purple. Jessica loved purple. It was the color of royalty and was pretty rare for most of history. If someone was wearing purple it meant they were very high up on the totem pole. Her eyes burned with a purpurescent intensity and she dyed her ordinarily brown hair the same color as her eyes. The color Irene had chosen to adorn herself with was not the dark color that Jessica usually favored but it didn't look bad at all on her.

She noticed Irene ogling her too. Even though Irene had gotten a taste of her in full and in the flesh, she always seemed to want more. The Violent Violet respected that lust for everything as she shared that trait with Irene to a great degree. Jessica was enjoying the sumptuous sight in front of her as well as she advanced on the little scientist girl.

"Absolutely. One of the first things I was taught was how to take a bump." She placed her hand on Irene's shoulder and tried to force her head under Jessica's armpit. "There are two schools of thought. The first one is to go limp. It means your body parts bounce everywhere and I don't like it." She hooked her arm above Irene's head and grabbed the hem of those lovely little gym shorts. "I prefer to stay rigid. Your muscles are more prepared for the impact so it hurts less. There is a slightly higher risk of broken bones, but no one is going to break anything from a simple throw." Jessica would then attempt to lift Irene high into the air for a vertical suplex. "Stay rigid." She said right before she would try to send Irene through the mat.

Irene was a good listener, and didn't utter a peep as Jessica lectured on her wrestling technique. The collegiate was nothing if not smart, however, and already knew the basics when it came to handling an impact. It was so predictable that someone like Jessica would reject the safer option in a fight. She was so ambitious that her own long-term safety was secondary in her mind.

Convincing Jessica to train with her in the first place had come as a shock to her, though, so she decided to see the demonstration through. She tilted forward as her head was tucked beneath Jessica's armpit, but her heart started racing when Jessica finished setting her up for the suplex. A little yelp escaped her lips when Jessica hoisted her up. The world was upside-down, and Irene's legs tilted unsteadily in the air. The two of them fell hard, with Irene's groaning drowned out by the sound of her body slapping the canvas!

Irene rose to a sitting position slowly. A dull ache echoed through her limbs, and she could tell that waking up the next morning would hurt like hell...but Jessica had been right. She felt less groggy, and managed to shuffle back onto her two feet quickly. Still, the technique didn't sit well with her. “Why does it matter whether or not a simple throw can break my bones? You and I both know that actual wrestling matches can get a whole lot uglier than that. Pain goes away, but if you break something, your career might be over.” The know-it-all couldn't help arguing. She had gotten a little fond of Jessica, and that meant giving advice that the bigger woman probably didn't want.

Jessica always thought she was an authority figure. There were very few things she did not have some sort of opinion on, and she did not like it when those opinions got challenged. But she especially didn't like it when the subject matter was wrestling: it was fair to say that wrestling was in her very bones. Jessica tried to keep her cool as best she could, but some of her frustration with her sparring partner came through in her voice: "They can and do get uglier. You got to be able to tell when a more complex throw is coming. No one will come at you with technical shit right out of the gate. Discerning the difference in what sort of attacks are on their way is a big difference between a headliner and a jobber."

For a second, the Violent Violet marvelled her work. The move was pretty fun to pull off, and Jessica pulled it off pretty well. It was one of her signature moves while she was in the arena, and she would seize any chance she could to execute the move. Irene was a little groggy, and a little slow. "Pain is an inevitability in the ring." Jessica moved towards the student once more.  "But sometimes you can figure out what's coming. For example..."

Jessica moved over to Irene's side. She grabbed her arm with one hand, and a thigh with the other. "When a woman hits a power move, that means that there is probably another one coming. Someone with all the momentum isn't going to just give it up." Jessica then hefted Irene onto her shoulders. "So stay rigid." Jessica fell backwards, in a quick Samoan Drop.