Calendar Photo Pose match: Janet vs Anja

"He he, you can consider this to be a branding of the Anja ranch for now to show the other girls that you´re all mine!"
Anja did not take any offense from the hard gaze, hoping that the Native American would consider this part of the game too. At least she did, and a really heated and angry hentai match with the lovely Janet sounded exciting but also strange when she thought about how much chemistry had between them at the photo shoot they had months ago.

Her hope would soon be put on the test when her opponent now finally reached the rope and Anja was forced to give up on her hold, slowly getting up herself after releasing the legs of the other girl.

Janet would exaggerate her frustration and her anger, sticking out her lower lip in extremely pouty fashion as she glared over her shoulder at Anja. "Oh, now you've gone and said it, sweetie! I'm going to make sure that, by the end of this match, you know full well that I'm not yours—rather, you are wholly and completely mine!" She couldn't help but let herself smile a bit, probably letting Anja know that her anger was an exaggeration and that she was still enjoying herself, and had even enjoyed the spank. Spanking was one thing that Janet had always found very thrilling, whether giving or receiving it.

She finally reached the ropes, and Anja had to let her go. Janet would get up onto her feet, lifting her body gingerly, wincing as she put some weight on her legs and found that she was having a little trouble keeping herself up. Anja had managed to seriously fatigue the Native American girl's lower limbs, and Janet would have to be careful. Thankfully, after a second or two of wobbling, Janet found her footing. She set her feet down confidently now and turned to face Anja, ready for a good fight.

"Well, that was a good one, but I'm still in the lead! It's two to one!" Janet would say, holding up two fingers and sticking her tongue out playfully at the blonde.

"Tough talk from someone who could barely walk out of a figure four leg lock as it seems. Maybe i will talk to that photographer chick again to make a calendar from the Anja ranch with the newest horse in the stable."
Anja smiled and raised a finger to make a no-no gesture while her other hand rested on her hips. It was perfectly normal to be a little bit wibbly wobbly after such a hold, but at least the German had the satisfaction to see the rear of the Native American in all its glory while she had sought a way up on her feet.

"Pffft. Barely walk? That's a little bit of an exaggeration!" Janet would say. Of course, she was having a little trouble on her feet, but she was sure that any woman would after having to endure several minutes' worth of a figure four leglock from a foe who was, by all accounts, very talented and very dangerous. Anja's teasing was more playful than anything, though, and Janet found herself still feeling very much at ease as she and her friend traded playful verbal barbs.

"But maybe we should make an appointment with the photographer again, and do another photoshoot...this time, though, I'll have you naked and on a leash as my pet, Anja!" Janet would declare, excited at the prospect of doing another photoshoot with Anja, maybe one which would allow her to dominate the German girl in all sorts of wonderfully sexy ways. Right now, of course, they were still fighting. Janet was in the lead, two to one, but there were a lot of holds left. She would put her arms up and approach Anja, ready for another lockup.

"Let's go!"

"Looks like a well paid job for the miss is coming in anyway. And for the both of us too then."
One way or the other, that sounded simply great andAnja could barely fend of the idea and force it out of her head. Of course she would not throw the towel in voluntarily because she wanted to spend some quality time with Janet as her pet, and being the pet owner was sounding as good as the first idea.

Intending to strike the iron while it was hot, she eagerly joined the lock up she would quickly try to turn into a takedown so that she would have an armbar on the Native American.

It seemed that the two of them were both agreed on the idea of bringing the cute photographer girl back in to do another photoshoot with them, but this time with either Janet or Anja in complete command and the other girl naked on a leash as her pet. The idea of a photoshoot of that sort caused Janet to blush slightly, but it also made her more determined than ever to win this match! While both versions of the photoshoot sounded like fun, Janet knew which of the two she preferred.

"So, let's do it, then! We'll see who's the pet and who's the mistress!" Janet would say, as she moved in, staying light on her feet, and making to grab onto Anja's hands with her own in a grappling lockup. Anja feinted as if she were going to accept the lockup, but, just as their fingertips touched, she began to move in a different direction, trying to drag Janet down and change it into an armbar!

"No, you don't!" Janet would say, as she would quickly try to roll and pull hard on Anja's arm, trying to toss her opponent over her and down onto the canvas to avoid the painful armbar that Anja had intended to capture her in.

"Oh please, that is so obvious! Just follow my lead: Janet - pet. Anja does in no way rhyme with pet, leash or anything like that."
As someone who had witnessed from a very close sideline how things had progressed with and between Heather, Janet and Natasha, she had not been sure if and how she fitted into a situation like that, but she had very good relations with all of the girls. Now things got a little more personal with Janet since some months after the photo shoot and now in the match, which was a good thing as Anja much preferred the company of wrestler girls to anyone else.

And speaking of unforeseen complications, Janet early on smelled what Anja was cooking, and so it was her that found herself on the back instead of the Native American.
"Uff!"

Janet would scoff and shake her head, though she was having trouble keeping herself from giggling. Anja's observation didn't exactly have any real weight behind it, but it was, without a doubt, a true and funny one. "Well, I never think of my name as rhyming exactly with 'pet,' you know. It's somewhere between Jan-it and Jan-et, isn't it? Although it is sometimes weird when you try to break down and think about the pronunciation of your own name," she would explain, her mind working.

"Now, as for your name, Anja rhymes with...ganja? Conned ya? Or...what about 'bond ya?' I'm gonna use some bondage on you to make you my pet!" Despite the fact that she had figured something out, Janet did not feel like it was the best that she could do. "Well, I'll think about it!"

She did manage to rescue herself from the potential armbar, rolling herself over and dragging Anja with her to toss the German girl down onto her back on the canvas. With Anja landing on her back, vulnerable to anything Janet might want to do to her, the Lakota girl would try to take advantage of it, diving forward and trying to bring herself down on top of the other wrestler!

Although she was lying on her back and one of her arms was held in an unhealthy angle from the Native American, the Blonde was not realyl shy for some words, especially if it was a pranky relply of any kind.
"It is Jan-et, so it of course rhymes with pet. I am European, you can trust me on this one. But ok, ok, listen up. I am going to be a really nice girl and lend you a hand with this and say that I like bond ja in a context. Although it still does not rhyme... "

She explained with a smile before her eyes widened when the beautiful Janet simply dropped down on her! Anja could do nothing substantially against it as her arm was held in place, so she could only gasp and huff under her new, sweet weight for the moment.

"Hey, my name is my name!" Janet would say, when Anja would insist that the Lakota's name was pronounced in exactly the same way that it was spelled. "It's not like I don't know how it should be pronounced! I'd like to think I'm pretty much the expert on all things Janet, and I say that the pronunciation can be a little bit of a grey area!"

And then, Anja decided to get all smart about Janet's efforts to rhyme her name! It was difficult, since Janet was pretty sure that the only actual rhyme for Anja's name was the highly unsuitable "ganja." She felt proud of being able to get close with "bond ya," and if one pronounced it right it was nearly identical. But Anja had to nitpick! As Janet came down on top of her, the Native American girl would scoff as she would try to hold her opponent down, hoping to put weight on her shoulders to hold her before she could be put into another of their photoshoot holds!

"I think 'bond ya' is close. And I like it, too! So maybe I'll tie you up!"