My Fair Lady

Liberty was obviously being sarcastic, and Odessa could only respond with a small cough and a little eye-roll. Maybe Liberty would learn the value of a nice, peaceful soak in the bathtub tonight. Or perhaps she would continue to hate it and be the grimy, smelly gremlin she was forever. If that was what she wanted, well, more power to her. But Odessa wanted to give her a little taste of something else. Something that, to Odessa's mind, was a far superior way of living.

Liberty seemed very wary of what Odessa might be up to. Odessa was going to do nothing to assuage those worries just yet. Liberty could think the worst of her for the time being, and then later, the Italian-American woman would be rewarded—or, perhaps, punished—for her patience, though it was not given particularly willingly. "Oh, don't worry. These will be fun plans," Odessa would say with a smile, emphasizing the word that had already come up in their conversation.

Liberty blushed as she was taking off her shirt. She tried to hide it, but Odessa managed to catch a glimpse of it. "I wasn't asking because I thought you couldn't do it yourself," Odessa would add teasingly, as she slipped out of her leotard, letting it fall to the floor. Wearing only her thong now, Odessa would waste little time in slipping it down off her hips and letting it fall to the floor. When she stepped out of it, she was completely nude. She took a couple of steps towards Liberty with her hands on her hips, eyeing the woman's pale body as she did.

Odessa always appreciated the fact that her darker skin obscured any redness in her face. While she was certainly much more composed than Liberty was, the scrumptuous view of the brawler's naked body, even in its filthy state, was getting to her.

She moved up close enough to Liberty that their breasts, equally sized and shaped, bumped against each other, nipples brushing. She moved a hand down to hook it into the waistband of Liberty's panties, pulling on it for a moment before letting it slip back into place. "You're slow," she would say teasingly, her face hovering very close to Liberty's.

‘Don’t worry’, Odessa said. ‘It’ll be fun’, she said

Liberty just huffed and cast a sideways glance towards her full-bodied rival. ”Fun for you, maybe.” That was what it all boiled down to, wasn’t it? Liberty had lost and now she was paying the price. She was Odessa’s big Italian Barbie, and it wasn’t that big of a surprise, really? She worked for the AFW. It was going to happen, sooner or later.

Liberty had just started to slip the panties down as well, though it was taking her longer than she’d like. Why? It wasn’t like she’d never taken off her clothes in the presence of another woman before, and just because she wasn’t trying to show off like 90% of her fellow wrestlers, that hardly meant she was a prude. But with Odessa, she felt more exposed. Odessa was different. Odessa was an unknown. Odessa was..

...right in her face.

Suddenly they weren’t just close, but close. Close enough for their skin to touch, brush against each other, close enough for Odessa’s hot breath to make her shiver, close enough for their long hairs to tangle and tease each other, and-

”Gah!” Liberty hopped back and nearly slipped on the slick floor, regaining her footing at the last moment. ”God, stop being so weird!”

Liberty hurriedly skipped over to the bathtube and eagerly sunk in all the way to her chest. She wasn’t in any hurry to take the bath, but at least she wouldn’t be so exposed like this. With lecherous eyes like Odessa’s, that was definitely a good thing.

"Fun for the both of us, if you give it a chance," Odessa said. Sure, being cleaned up by Odessa was probably not Liberty's usual idea of fun, but Odessa couldn't imagine that Liberty was incapable of enjoying a bath. Baths were soothing experiences. Humanity itself had a fascination with the water which had endured from the earliest hunter-gatherer tribes all the way up to the present day. As defiant as Liberty was, Odessa couldn't help but think that if taking a bath had been Liberty's idea, she would have very few qualms with taking the plunge.

Why was Odessa so insistent on Liberty enjoying herself? It was her hostess instinct, she supposed. She enjoyed being the person who brought everything together and gave a guest a memory to take with them. She enjoyed impressing. She enjoyed being thought of as someone who was good at that sort of thing. And she was good at that sort of thing. But Liberty had just lost a match. She had just lost a match to a rival, and was being forced to do something which was against her usual sensibilities. Perhaps it was even a little bit insulting on Odessa's part to decide that the thing that was anathema to all of Liberty's being was a good scrub in the tub. There were plenty of reasons why Liberty might not be having a good time. Would Odessa have been having a good time had Liberty won their match?

No. In all likelihood, no.

Odessa pressed into Liberty as her guest-prisoner finished disrobing, their breasts pressing into each other and their faces coming very close. Liberty didn't like that. She ran. She ran, and almost slipped and cracked her head on the tiled floor. Odessa hurried to try to keep Liberty from falling, and nearly fell herself. It was comical, and it was stupid. It was not the sort of graceful display that Odessa was known for. As Liberty slid into the water, Odessa would find her balance and walk over to grab the eucalyptus scent and the effervescing bath salts. She walked back over to the bathtub and poured a small bit of each into the water, releasing the sweet, soothing smell and causing the water to bubble slightly as it was softened.

"Well, I suppose I can only push you so far," Odessa would say, as she stepped over the side and slid into the water herself, leaning against the opposite side from where Liberty was positioned, their legs tangling and draping over each other in the middle of the basin. "However, would it not be still more awkward to just sit here in silence? If you are so repulsed by what I am doing, why don't you suggest a topic of conversation?"

“Damn straight, I can only be pushed so far.” Liberty kindled her rebellious streak as she sunk into the water, easing her way in through the steamy surface. ”I resist tyranny, and just because you got me here doesn’t mean...you can…”

Liberty had a short pause as she sat down and the the waters covered her all the way up to her chest, coming just a few inches short of her neck. Contrary to popular belief, she did clean herself - not as much as most people with access to running water, but it did happen. Usually it was just a quick shower every few days, enough to keep from getting sticky. Business, not pleasure.

But this - the hot water against her skin, tingling her hairs, sliding over her pores - felt good. She had to admit. Inwardly.

Outwardly was a different story. A soft, contented sigh betrayed her, but she kept her cool for the most part, staying huffy and obstenate. ”I’m surprised you can lower yourself to have a full conversation with a filthy little thing like me.” Liberty blew some of the bubbles away and leaned back, getting even deeper into the soothing bath. Odessa was right about the need for a conversation starter. Being here was bad enough, no reason for her to be bored out of her skull as well. Where to start, where to start.

Liberty had it. ”So,” She reached up and cleared some of the wet, matted hair from her face. ”You’re from Englad, Great Britain, London, whatever. How’d you get all the way out here? Just the wrestling?”

"I fail to see how any of this could possibly qualify as tyranny," Odessa said as she slipped into the water, leaning back against the opposite side of the tub, arranging her legs around where Liberty's were already positioned. "I've done my best to be a gracious host. Considering the unspecific nature of our wager, I do suppose I could have done just about anything to you, and it would not have broken the terms of that agreement."

The Briton watched her guest closely, and from what she could tell Liberty was enjoying the sensations of the bath. It was not just the warm water, but the bath salts and the scents which were coming together not only to help make her clean, but also to relax her. And Odessa saw a slight drop of Liberty's shoulders, a small breath of relief. She was relaxing, even if she did not want to admit it. Liberty still seemed to think ill of Odessa for her upper-class nature, though. "By now I would've hoped you'd dropped that tired old attitude," Odessa would say, but at least Liberty followed it up with an actual attempt to start a conversation.

"I did come all the way out here just to wrestle, yes," Odessa said, confirming Liberty's assumption. "I dabbled in a couple other possible careers back home in London—and, yes, I did grow up in London—but wrestling truly appealed to me. So I spent a couple of years wrestling there, then I moved to the States and spent several years wrestling in a league based primarily in Los Angeles. And from there, I came here. What about you? Did you wrestle professionally before coming here, or...was it more of a hobby?"

”Tyrants never think they're tyrants.” Liberty spouted off a line from somewhere that she couldn’t remember. Probably a fortune cookie. It wasn’t that profound,but she somehow felt the need to say something defiant and pithy every minute or so. Keep things sharp. Even though Odessa wasn’t wrong about any of it. She had been a good host so far. So far.

She squirmed around in the tub, adjusting as Odessa spoke and giving them both more room to maneuver. Neither of them really came close to what Liberty would call ‘fat’, but they were both larger than the average girl, and she wanted to get as much space as she could. No telling what a lascivious vixen like this might try underneath the waves.

Once that was done, Liberty allowed herself to relax a bit more, leaning back in the tub and finding a particularly interesting tile on the ceiling to stare at. Her long, streaming hair cascaded over her chest as she leaned back, giving her some natural cover. ”It’s kind of hard to explain.” It wasn’t, really, Liberty just didn’t like to bother. Saying it was would earn her some leeway, at least.

[color=#993300]”I get caught up in a lot of causes, trying to fight back for the people, taking it to the streets. Protests, sit ins, demonstrations.” She snapped her finger and sat up with a little chuckle. “I even went to the whole massive facesitting thing in the UK a few weeks back, that was a load of fun. I was really, really popular, there.”

She was smiling for a moment, before she remembered where she was and went back to her previous position, staring a hole in the ceiling. ”But, you know, being an activist doesn’t pay all that well, so I had to do a little something on the side. Joining the AFW was a good way to get my message out and do what I do best, so I gave it a shot.”

LIberty cupped her hands and squeezed, sending a small geyser straight into the air. ”And that’s how I wound up in the tub of a woman who smothered me into unconsciousness with her butt. Life’s weird, sometimes. She finished up with a wistful sigh.

Liberty's "revolutionary" rhetoric was rather tiresome. Odessa understood where the Italian-American bruiser was trying to go with it all, but the words and the phrases she chose always seemed to be cherry-picked from the Secondary Schooler's Guide to Leftist Slogans. Odessa supposed that, given time, she might almost find it endearing, but right now she was wishing that Liberty would engage in a more dignified, adult discussion rather than digging in her heels and squawking about how Odessa was some sort of tyrant.

And, to her credit, Liberty did answer Odessa's question, and explain at least a little bit about herself and where she came from. She was one of that great number of younger people who had been taking to the streets in increasingly impressive numbers lately to protest against social injustice and disparity. Odessa was, actually, a little bit jealous. She remembered a time when she had truly, desperately wanted to go out onto the streets and do the sorts of things which Liberty apparently did all the time. Odessa remembered how inspired she had been when she first saw Les Misérables on the West End at the age of fourteen. Of course, an experience like that probably was not something to bring up to her guest.

"Mm, a facesitting thing in the U.K.?" Odessa would repeat. She hadn't heard about anything of that nature. It sounded wonderful, whatever it was. She raised an eyebrow. "It's a shame I wasn't able to attend, if it was as exciting as you make it sound."

She rolled her rear along the porcelain bottom of the tub for a moment, realigning herself with Liberty, pushing herself up slightly so that she was sitting a little higher up against the side of the tub. She brushed a long strand of white hair out of her face.

Liberty finished up musing about how she had ended up in Odessa's bathtub with a wistful sigh. The British woman would smirk and cross her arms over her chest as she eyed Liberty. "Life certainly can be weird, I suppose. But it should be fun, as well. And unless you are intent on having a terrible time tonight, I don't think you'll be able to help but enjoy yourself. Any ill will I had towards you is gone, now, and I want to show off my hospitality."

”Yeah, I’m honestly kind of surprised the news slipped by you, it was a pretty big thing.” Now that they were talking on a topic Liberty liked to talk about, she felt a bit more at ease, let some of the stress lines across her brow fade away. ”They’ve got these uber tight porn laws in the UK, banning all kinds of stuff, including facesitting and pretty much 90% of everything that goes on in the AFW. So we went down there and sat on some faces.” She wagged her finger after a short pause. ”Ah, in front of parliament. Important detail, there. Cold as fuck, but worth it. Got an article in Buttman, which is this magazine about...well, yeah, you could guess.”

The last bit wasn’t exactly the proudest moment of her life, but she’d take exposure where she could get it.

Liberty looked at Odessa for a moment, then glanced off to the side. The black beauty with the buxom breasts wasn’t wrong, really. This was going better than she’d pictured so far, though, considering she expected to be dressed up like a Barbie doll by this point, that was hardly saying much. It wouldn’t kill her to ease off a bit, if for no other reason than to get through with this and put it in the rear view in a prompt fashion.

”Yeah, well….” She rolled her eyes around for a moment, looking for something to retort with, before she just gave up. She sat up, just enough for the top of her aureole to be seen over the edge of the water. ”So. How do we kick this thing off? Do you have some kind of special soap or...”

"Oh, my, it sounds scandalous," Odessa would say, in an obviously exaggerated fashion, laying on her sophisticated London accent a little more thickly for effect. She had been in the loop with the pornographic protests in the U.K. for a time, but after one of her more social media-obsessed friends moved out of London to take a job in Cambridge, the number of stories which regularly crossed Odessa's gaze had been reduced dramatically, and she often found it difficult sifting through the considerable number of stories from her home country to find the most important ones. "It certainly sounds like a worthy cause, and it must have been incredible to watch."

The way Liberty looked at her, Odessa got the feeling that her guest was searching for reasons to get angry or defiant. Finding none, Liberty actually asked how they would get started cleaning her up. Odessa was pleased that her guest was taking this all in stride. Liberty's willingness to fight her fairly, woman to woman, had changed Odessa's opinion of her black-haired rival for the better earlier that night, and the fact that she was submitting at least somewhat willingly to Odessa's ministrations was another point in Liberty's favor. Her blatantly unfair move to "win" their first match now seemed very distant indeed.

Odessa's breasts were already half-removed from the water, the top half of her areolas clearly visible, her hard nipples themselves just barely underneath the water's surface. Liberty didn't sit up quite as tall as Odessa did, but Odessa was still able to see Liberty's pinkish areolas just poking above the surface. Odessa, deciding that they might as well begin actually cleaning, rather than simply relaxing, would push herself up and scoot forward, getting closer to Liberty as she reached out of the tub to grab a small, patterned bottle that sat on an ornate porcelain dish on the ledge around the wash basin. "Special soap? Well, it is fairly high-quality body wash, I suppose, though I would hesitate to call it 'special.' So, I suppose the way I want to go about it is starting with your body and then moving onto your hair after that. And, if you are willing, then I may be interested in employing your aid in cleaning myself up, as well."

It was something of a seductive move, certainly one which might elicit an eye roll from Liberty, but Odessa figured that Liberty could decide for herself whether to wash Odessa or not. Ultimately, Odessa didn't doubt that Liberty would make the appropriate decision. Odessa screwed open the bottle, poured some of the sweetly-scented body wash out into her hand, and then set the bottle down as she rubbed her hands together gently.

Liberty took a deep, long breath. Maybe the first one she’d had all night that wasn’t wistful or resigned. The water was starting to work some magic, soothing her aching bones, relaxing her muscles, probably doing a bunch of technical, medical things that she didn’t even realize. Whatever the case, it did feel pretty good, especially after such a short but demanding match, and her body responded with the occasional shiver as it acclimated to the temperature. Her eyelids fluttered and she rolled her neck around. Maybe she could make a little habit of this with her matches. Come in, run some water, just soak the pains away…

Not quite hardcore enough. She'd have to put on Five Finger Death Punch or something while she did it. That might work.

She was taken up in the moment. So taken up that she lost track of Odessa for a few seconds. When those seconds passed and her vision focused, the black beauty was quite a bit close, now armed with some strange bottled concoction. Liberty recoiled on pure instinct, shifting around in the tumble with a sudden startled jump that made the waves roll, but she calmed herself quickly enough.

Not that Odessa’s added preposition helped keep her calm. ”You want me too…” Her voice trailed off and her eyebrows took turns rising and falling, not sure what to make of the idea. After a few awkward moments and half-formed words, Liberty settled again and shrugged. ”I’ll see. Not exactly sure what you expect me to do, but I’ll see.”

That was the best offer she’d put up for now. She still wasn’t sure what Odessa was playing at, but she could indulge her host. To a point. Liberty wasn’t sure what that point was, but she had a feeling she’d know when it came.

”All right, okay.” Liberty sat up all the way, only letting the water cover everything below her waist, putting the rest on full display. Modesty had long since left the building, might as well get used to it. She put some actual energy into her voice now, figuring there wasn’t any point in pouting all night long. ”What all do you need me to do here?”