Milk Money Match: Lamya Kouri vs Sarah Jennings

Victory Conditions: Hentai Submission Only
Stipulations: The match will be held in a schoolyard, in school uniforms.

Lamya Kouri:

VS

Sarah Jennings:

Lamya walked through one of the AFW satellite buildings where she'd been told her next match was to be held. Lily had her special ring costume waiting for her in the locker room when she arrived, which was a relief, but she still couldn't help but be nervous. It was her first proper hentai match; well, it was hentai submission... whatever that meant. Inside of her chest her heart beat a mile a minute and her knees felt like they were going to give out on her any minute now. Stopping at the pair of heavy double doors that would lead her out to the ring, or so she'd been told, she swelled her breast with a few deep and cooling breaths.

The Kuwaiti Kawaii was dressed in her old school uniform, or a facsimile there of. She wore an ankle length navy blue skirt, white monogrammed blouse with a blue collar, and over that a navy blue cardigan sweater. Her feet were slipped into a pair of knee high white socks and plain black dress shoes. Of course her head was wrapped in a white scarf, or hijab, which revealed only her eyes highlighted by dark makeup. She felt strange to be back in her uniform again, but many of her first fights had been fought in a very similar outfit... except it was trousers, not a skirt, but she guessed skirts made for better viewing. Pushing open the doors with a grunt she looked out not at a ring, but a replica of a schoolyard. A large grass expanse was central to the area, a blacktop to one side, and even a set of playground toys far off to the other side. A tarpaulin was laid out on the grass as if to suggest a ring, and it was there that the ref-girl stood dressed up like a sexy teacher. Her entrance music played over the PA as she cautiously stalked over to the tarp to await her opponent.

Sarah Jennings, on the other hand, simply walked in already wearing her school uniform, ironically being the first match in which she came to the 'ring' actually wearing it. She entered the buildings with a small confidence in her eyes, though on the inside, a small nervousness eating away at her. She was not afraid to fight another girl, not even in a hentai match, but the thought still made her a little scared on the inside, not that she'd ever let anyone know.

Upon entering the 'arena', Sarah's thoughts immediately flung back to her time at school, at least when she was far younger. She herself had always preferred the swings above all else, and was nicely surprised to see some in the distance as well, albeit not as noticeable as everything else.

Of course, this was where she first met her opponent, already quite beautiful, even if most of her body was obscured. Sarah closed in towards her on the pseudo ring, looking into her eyes. "Hey there, name's Sarah Jennings, nice to meet you." Sarah modestly began, already extending her hand out to her opponent.

Lamya stood beside the teacher-ref and waited apprehensively for her opponent to show. She knew little about just what to expect and that was nearly as bad as knowing the danger that awaited, perhaps it was even worse. Her weight shifted from foot to foot as her dark eyes watched the doors through which the girl would enter. She thought back to her first match, back in the main roster, and the amazon that they'd matched her up with... and the humiliating orgasm she'd given up to the woman. Blushing beneath the scarf that acted as her veil she was somewhat relieved to see Sarah. They were almost identical in height and build... even their uniforms weren't all that different, hijab aside.

When the girl approached and introduced herself Lamya smiled with her eyes, which were highlighted by dark make-up. Taking the offered hand with her own soft grasp she spoke with a voice heavily spiced with a middle eastern accent, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Sarah. I am Lamya Kouri. Let us have a good match, okay?" After her last match she had decided to ease up on the heel routine a little, at least until they got started properly. Even a heel could be civil!

Sarah already had a good feeling about the match ahead. Even if she did poorly, at the very least she'd have some fun with the middle eastern gal in front of her. Of course, she hoped she'd at least put up a fight, if only to not gain the contempt of her opponent tonight. But of course, Sarah had no intention of actually failing to put up quite the fight.

"Sure thing Lamya, didn't think a lot of girls like you were into lewd stuff like this." Sarah added, interested in striking up a small conversation with Lamya. She'd hoped she wasn't too insensitive about the issue, though a small pang of concern immediately struck her as the words came out of her mouth, her face doing a good job of hiding it behind a wall of determination however.

Lowering her hands down to clasp them in front of herself Lamya blushed behind her veil, her sheepishness showing in her eyes at Sarah's comment. Dark eyes darted from side to side evasively, obviously unsure how to respond to such an observation. She didn't exactly think of herself as 'in to' lewd stuff, it was just a part of her job. Right? But for some reason she couldn't make herself say that, as if it just tasted like a lie. "Honestly, I don't have a lot of experience with these sorts of matches. But..." Those almond shaped eyes turned up in a rebounding smile, "I am glad for having you as my opponent, Sarah."

Drawing a deep and steeling breath Lamya closed her eyes for only a moment. The tenderness and warmth seemed to drain from her features as she attempted to get back into character. When they opened again her eyes were calm and serene, not quite cold but definitely revealed some of the cruelty that the Kuwaiti Kawaii carried within her. "Shall we begin?" Her accent seemed thicker now, exaggerated for theatrical purposes.

"I'm glad to have you as an opponent, Lamya." Sarah added, smiling quite pleasantly at the middle eastern beauty. She herself had to admit that she wasn't intending on getting involved in the more lewd matches of the AFW, but it seemed fate had other plans for her. "I'm just learning as I go along, all things considered, if that makes you feel any better."

Getting into her own defensive stance, Sarah simple grinned back, replacing her smile as her own pleasantries faded. "Indeed, it's time to school your ass." Sarah taunted, internally berating herself on the sheer corniness of the line, but knowing full well that someone was deriving enjoyment from it at the very least.

From there, Sarah waited until the ref finally blew the whistle, moving into action and immediately trying to close the distance to Lamya. She wanted to test her strength against hers, intent on doing so with a simple lockup, as her hands tried to reach up and push against Lamya's hands or shoulders, whichever was more convenient for the American schoolgirl (or at least former schoolgirl.)

Lamya took a deep breath and steeled herself for what was to come as they waited for the shrill cry of the whistle. She was almost thankful that she didn't have to wait for long and the match finally began in earnest. The Kuwaiti had never been one for getting involved in tie-ups, at least when standing, but she'd seen enough hentai matches to know they were sort of expected.

Allowing Sarah to approach her Lamya raised her hands and splayed her fingers to seal them together palm to palm, almost mirroring the American. Most of Lamya's training was focused on her legs and her flexibility, practically neglecting her upper body entirely so she almost assumed this was going to go to her opponent. Just the same, it was a good way to gauge how much trouble she was in.

As they drew close to each other, arms straining, Lamya would continue to hiss at her opponent in a thick accent, "Oh? I am going to love showing the whole school just what a filthy slut you are." She actually blushed slightly, under her hijab, at hearing herself talk like that. Inwardly she hoped that Sarah took things less personally than her last opponent.

Sarah herself simply remained calm, her own upper arm strength needing some work, but still sufficient enough to deal with some of the weaker kawaiis, or so she hoped. Thus, she kept pushing against Lamya's palms, staring her opponent in the face as well. She was quite pretty, even with the concealing veil, something Sarah hoped to remedy soon enough.

Sarah blushed as Lamya taunted her, believing it to be a part of her heelish ruse, but playing along regardless. "You say that now, but wait until I find out what hides behind that innocent veil of yours, Lamya, we'll see who the true slut here is." She taunted back, congratulating herself internally on at least being able to make it sound authentic.

Lamya's eyes, outlined with dark make-up, betrayed a pleased smile as Sarah played along perfectly. All other sign of her amusement was hidden by the blue scarf that covered her head and wrapped across the lower half of her face. The smile lasted only a few moments before the strain of the contest began to show. Lamya grunted and pushed back against the stronger girl, but with each moment she lost ground until her hands were nearly forced level with her shoulders causing her body to arch thrusting her not-inconsiderable breasts forward slightly.

"Uhn! Nnf... Your unclean hands will not touch my veil. Uuuhn... Nor will you ever see my face!" She continued to rail scornfully even as she was forced to take a half step back to brace herself and their bodies came nearer to each other. Truthfully, Lamya only wore the veil for the AFW, but even if she did wear the veil outside women were not barred from seeing women's faces so her objection would only make sense to an outsider.