Hot Tub Rub

Fallon had no idea that Sang-Mi's hair was died, seeing as how she had encountered all sorts of girls with strange hair colors since coming to Japan, with most of them swearing that their pink and blue and periwinkle tresses were a hundred percent natural! Fallon had always been skeptical of those claims, but then, this was quite the interesting place, and Fallon supposed many stranger things had happened than a girl being born with green hair! Fallon therefore freely enjoyed a few glimpses of Sang-Mi's body, even though the girl's eyes were obscured by her hair.

"Bit too silly, huh? Do you need me to kick your ass again?" Fallon would say, almost ominously, though she would ultimately smile after having made that vague threat. "Bellies are the best. There's nothing else like 'em! And as for whether or not they turn into speedbumps when they're hardened to the extreme...well, look at mine! They're iron abs, the strongest in this whole league, but they're still sleek and smooth and sexy!" Fallon would stretch her abs again. She did love showing them off!

Fallon thought that Sang-Mi's panties were really cute, but having them stolen was probably sort of embarrassing for the Korean girl, too! Even better. Fallon played with the yellow-striped undies, stretching them in her hands, then bringing them up close to her face to sniff them. Unfortunately, Sang-Mi suddenly snatched them away. That was disappointing. But Fallon would soon be spending her time explaining the different divisions of the league to her new acquaintance. "Well, kawaiis are cute little girls...like, the schoolgirls you see in mangas. I like to think of them as teacup piglets—soft, squishy, tiny, and pink!" she would explain. "Hardcore is rough stuff, not sexy stuff. Blood and guts!" Fallon would shake her head. She was not a hardcore girl. When it came to hentai, though...well, she did have plenty of experience with it!

"That's historical revisionism and you know it!" Sang Mi hopped up like a rabbit and her much larger breasts flopped in agreement. "Besides if I want to touch tummies I'd just get a fat cat and rub it there all day!"

She then hopped at Fallon, bumping against a locker on the way, and her panties were reclaimed. She quickly flung them back in the locker where they fell on some cosmetics supplies and some papers sticking out of a pink handbag. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow quizzically at the idea of a kawaii division. Weren't those girls a little young for this kind of thing? There was an age requirement of at least 18 for Aphrodite Productions and what's more, potential wrestlers were frequently required to have health checks and to pass certain minimum requirements in terms of physical fitness. She'd heard of no such regulations here.

"Schoolgirls? Um... isn't that kinda creepy? Back in my old productions group everyone we had was usually first year university or done high school at he very least. Call me old fashioned but we should be wrestling as ladies, not girls!" Sang-Mi stroked an invisible moustached before she continued. "Ewwww, if I want that punchy thrashy stuff there's MMA for that!"

Sang-Mi did not seem to like some part of Fallon's little speech. It might have been Fallon's insistence that she would kick Sang-Mi's ass "again," or it might have simply been Fallon's insistence on the fact that bellies were the best thing in the whole world. The Californian was not going to budge on either statement, of course. If Sang-Mi didn't like something, she could try to do something about it! Fallon's abs would grind her Korean counterpart into jelly.

Unfortunately, Fallon was not able to hang onto those striped panties of Sang-Mi's for very long. As soon as Fallon tried to take a closer look at them, the Korean girl grabbed them, snatching them right up out of Fallon's hands and depositing them back in her locker. Fallon was a little bummed out by that, but she was not going to let it get to her too much.

She would have a little more explaining to do, it seemed, about the different AFW divisions and titles that there were. "No, no, kawaiis aren't, like...actually little girls!" Fallon would say. "They just...they're small. Like teacup pigs, you know? They're fully grown adults, it's just their full size is super small." Fallon would indicate that super small size with both of her hands. When Sang-Mi reacted strongly to the Hardcore title's typical rules, Fallon would nod solemnly. "Yeah, I know, it's weird. I'm not a big fan, either."

"Eeehhhh? Like they're still in puberty? Isn't that dangerous! I don't wanna sound like a nanny, but wrestling should be ladies, not kids with delusions of ladyhood!" Sang Mi pouted and looked away. While she was used to being rough, she was a big softie deep down and didn't like the idea of hurting someone mismatched against her. Sure they might be cute but were they really up for the task? "Maybe their should be weight requirements - gotta build up your muscles a bit, show you're in shape, then you can rock it with the women like we had to!"

The Korean threw a few fake punches, making the sound of guns firing, before blowing nonexistent smoke off of her biceps. Punching, she didn't actually do that a whole lot. After a while, A.P. banned face punches - you could only slap or otherwise use palm strikes. It was a very hard habit to drop.

"Why don't they just join the MMA then? Those types should be rough and gruff enough for them!"

"Well, no, like...I'm pretty sure they're done with puberty!" Fallon would say. Sang-Mi still seemed to be a little confused about what exactly the kawaii girls that the brunette had spoken of were. "They're adults, like I said, they're just younger—you know, they're, like, teenagers—and small. But some of them are muscular! And they usually just fight each other, anyway." Fallon would nod sagely as she explained. "I've seen the way they fight, and they're pretty good, I tell ya. They've got cute little bellies that can really take a beating! It's actually fun to watch them."

When Sang-Mi threw some fake punches, Fallon would lean back and watch her, smiling. Since Sang-Mi made gunshot noises, Fallon would respond to those, too, smoothly sliding one way and then the other, dodging the theoretical "bullets" that Sang-Mi would have been firing out of her fists, if those fists were actually guns and not just fists. By the end of it, Fallon had dodged them all perfectly.

When Sang-Mi asked why the hardcore girls didn't just join an MMA promotion, Fallon would shrug. "Well, AFW is so much better. And they can have more fun with it here. They can have different kinds of brutal matches. It's still sort of creepy, I think that's all reason enough!"

"Were you punching them or something? Like their tummies? They should be rubbed, not punched, this isn't a boxing arena! Real ladies go for the torso anyways!" She had to admit that Fallon's love of tummies was cute but she found it... odd. Not unfamiliar, it's just that everyone preferred to grind them together on average back in Europe than to pound them. She waved a finger at Fallon like a teacher chastising a rowdy student before snapping forward to a punch accented by a Bruce Lee type squawk. "Hoho, seems you've practiced well young grasshopper!"

"Yeah let's drop it and just have people making love, not fractures!" Someone sneezed and coughed on the opposite side of the lockers and Sang-Mi giggled, covering her mouth. They both probably sounded very... interesting with their dialogue. Maybe the folks were weren't as sexually open as they were in A.P.? Always a possibility but with a hentai division she expected a little more joining in. "You must be into that hentai stuff right? You nearly rubbed me down like Aniek."

Fallon would shrug. "Well, no, I've never actually punched them myself, but I've met some! And I've watched their matches. I think they're cute," she would explain. "And it actually is a boxing arena sometimes, you dummy! I've boxed in it before! I bet I could knock you out!"

With that confident declaration, Fallon would bend her knees and put her fists up. Since Sang-Mi had taken some playful shots at her, Fallon figured that she should take some playful shots at Sang-Mi. The girl didn't seem to be much of a boxing type, but Fallon did get excited at the idea of throwing some play punches with her friend while the two of them were still naked after their hot tub fight. Fallon would throw some quick, fake punches that stopped just short of Sang-Mi, except for the last one, which slowed as it approached, but did, in fact, touch Sang-Mi's breast. Fallon chuckled as she would press her knuckles into that soft tit.

"Gotcha!" Fallon would say. When Sang-Mi mentioned hentai, though, Fallon began to feel a little self-conscious and would suddenly take her hand away from Sang-Mi's boob, straightening up and blushing a little bit. "Well, umm, yeah, I've done plenty of hentai, you know. I like me my rubby-rubbies," she would explain. "But, like, lately I just, uh, haven't really been doing it so much."

"Hentai is 6/10 now? Or have you got something better on the side now hmmmmm?" Her rapidfire eyebrow wiggling definitely made her come off as gossipy, wiggling a bit from the sensation of knuckles into chest. Sang-Mi knew that a club full of athletic, sensual, and often assertive women was many a man and woman's dream come true. Boyfriends and girlfriends however were usually left in the dark about how intense *really* got in the ring. One needed to have some rather liberal views on sexuality for their relationship to survive.

Of course this was just a completely blind guess on her part. Sang-Mi was chattery but she didn't like to spread rumours that went from silly to salacious quickly. Loose talk wasn't bad but there was an art to it. Putting on a white sleeveless and pulling out a cell-phone, she thumbed away with a blinding speed, all the while humming lightly. "You know... practically every match I had back then was what you'd call hentai. Not that it ended that way..."

She was a bit bashful in terms of expression. AP loved the sensual side but it was also known to be a nest of submission vipers.

"Six out of ten? Huh?" Fallon would say, a little confused about Sang-Mi's use of that fraction, uncertain of what the Korean girl might be implying with it. Of course, the second suggestion that the green-haired girl made for why Fallon may not be so willing to take part in hentai matches anymore was not far off of the money, as it were. Fallon would chuckle and blush a little, giving a little smile, though she didn't exactly look like a bundle of joy as she was thinking about her answer. "Heh heh, well, I guess...I mean, y'know, it's not like it's a current thing, but I did have, umm, a girl who I was doing stuff with. She had to take off for a while, but, like, since I met her...well, I felt so tingly inside that I'm pretty much tingled out. There's no more tingle left for hentai, if you know what I mean."

There was a very good chance, of course, that Sang-Mi did not know what she meant, but Fallon felt as though her point had been reasonably clear. She had had such a great few weeks with Mikayla that she didn't feel like going back to her old horndog ways, even if Mikayla was on a totally different continent.

Fallon was still topless and naked save for her bikini bottoms, but even if hentai wasn't her thing anymore, she didn't exactly mind nudity. When Sang-Mi started dressing herself, though, that did make Fallon just the tiniest bit self-conscious. She would fidget a little bit, then walk a few feet to the side, opening up her own locker and grabbing a shirt to pull on over her ample chest as Sang-Mi was thumbing through the texts on her cell phone.

"I mean, almost everything I've done has been at least kinda hentai. But now, like, I just don't know," Fallon would say. She would shrug. "Maybe I'm becoming too mature."

"Mature? After we humped each other like dogs?" Sang-Mi couldn't help but laugh at that statement, even if she didn't think of herself as being a very prim and proper lady. Where shew as from nearly every match ended in a small orgy of aggression and passion. However, the dedication and apathy towards external reaction made it hard to not feel like one was a part of their own little secret club with its own little in-groups and customs. "Mmmm, I wouldn't have thought you were becoming such a housewife after what you showed in the pool. Your little lady hasn't smothered out the old fire huh~?"

She hadn't been oblivious to Fallon's change of character. Had it all been an act? It only made her more interesting. She wasn't grinning at the phone because someone had sent her a silly meme on facebook.

"It's not always this awkward after a good rub down with you now is it~?" She asked, stuffing the phone away into her jeans. "You're all... mellowy and reserved. That's when you get a bit of action in your life hmmm~?"