Provocative Escalation (For Killcarrion)

The AFW training complex was a large gym that also had a sauna and spa center built into it. It was actually the second set of facilities that drew Johnny Laurence to come here today. It have been three days since his match with the Russian, Krystyna Afineevsky, and the Texan had a nagging minor pain in his neck.

The memory of how his neck got this way made him shake his head. The blonde was talented, and could fight. Not to mention, she was beyond beautiful. She could really go far in the AFW, with work and maybe a little bit of focus on her wrestling skills, and her ring awareness. Of course, she wasn't above using her beauty to distract and defeat opponents. The thought of how he lost made him shake his head. He really should have been on guard, he knew better than most what a pretty face could hide....

*She really did a number on my neck with those headscissors.* he thought to himself as he went through the halls, clad in a simple white t-shirt, emblazoned with the orange longhorn logo of the University of Texas, and a black pair of gym shorts. *Hopefully Toshi can work the kinks out of it...*

Toshi was one of the two massage therapists who worked at the complex, a middle aged man with a kid that Johnny had arranged to get autographs for on occasion. Striding past the sauna and hot tub rooms, as well of the locker rooms, Johnny walked into the massage room, and the adjoined small office for the masseuses.

"Toshi? Hey man, I've got a pain in my neck and it isn't you for once!" he called in a friendly voice, being on good terms with the man. However, he got no response. Frowning, he went into the office and found it empty.

"...the hell?" he muttered, puzzled. Today was was one of Toshi's days, he knew it. Spying a note taped to the monitor of the office's computer, Johnny picked it up and saw writing in both English and Japanese, and quickly focused on the part he could read.

"To whom it concerns. Regretfully my son got sick while at school, so I must attend to him. I have rescheduled my appointments, but all walk ins will unfortunately have to come back tomorrow." he read to himself.

Setting the paper down on the desk he mused "He left the door unlocked, so he must've been in a hell of a rush."
Johnny sighed, then moved his neck from side to side.

"Well, shit." he said, standing in the office for a moment.

What was initially just a means to an end for Krys to develop her fighting techniques was evolving into something far more...complicated. Unseating Killer King from his lofty mantle in her first match had already garnered her immediate recognition, and surpassing a renowned Sex Wars veteran only made that spotlight shine even brighter on her. Enough to the point where murmurs of title shots were being associated with her name...

...all attention that Krystyna could have gone without. The Russian espionage agent scoffing at the thought of a title reign as she waltzed through the locker room of the AFW training complex leading towards the massage room. A lengthy white body towel covering her curvaceous frame from her chest to her thighs, her blonde locks undone and flowing over her shoulders with the soft tapping of her bare feet on the linoleum floor being the only audible sound at the time. Her objective in Tension was only to sharpen her skills and prove herself to the higher ups, not compete over title belts. Though the more she thought about it, what better way was there to prove to the Kremlin that she had reached the apex of her skills than by gaining such a title...

*Mmm...Zings were much less complicated when zey simply gave me ze orders, and I carried them out.* Krys thought to herself as she raised her arms to the ceiling and stretched her back, the rigorous tolls from her last match still not having quite healed properly. In particularly her lower back, thanks to Johnny's excruciating Muta Lock finisher and boston crab.

...Krys wondered why she had a hard time not thinking of that insufferably handsome American. The way he held her close...the chivalrous gentleman zipping up her outfit...it almost made her feel pangs of regret for having taken advantage of his politeness...almost.

Nevertheless, she hoped her scheduled massage therapy appointment would simultaneously purge her of her back pains, and get her mind off of him. Krys sighed as she nonchalantly stepped through the doors and approached the nearest massage table.

"Ze usual today, Toshi..." Krys lazily said as she laid across the cushioned table, unfolding her towel at the front and laying her head down. Her soft, bare chest pressing against the table as she closed her eyes and mentally prepped herself for her usual treatment. "Und zon't skimp on ze massage oil zis time. Zis week has been a particular pain in my neck, und back..."

The door into the massage area had been left open, and Johnny didn't register the barefoot padding of the Russian as she entered. In fact, he didn't know she was there until he heard her voice, which startled him out of his thoughts and made him whirl about, his eyes wide.

Of all the people to walk in here at this moment, it had to be her. And she had just went and plopped herself down on the table, calling for her usual!

Johnny opened his mouth to tell her that Toshi wasn't in, but then he remembered how Krystyna had tricked him, embarassing him at the end of their last match, so then he shut it wordlessly. A loose plan came to mind, a way to even things up between the two of them, and show her that two can play her game.

Remebering that Toshi, in order to provide a relaxing service, usually said little to nothing at all during a session, Johnny silently stepped into the room. Going to the table upon which the blonde lay, the Texan was struck anew by how gorgeous she was. Locating the tray of oils and acessories, the Texan coated his hands in the warm massage oil. Saying a silent prayer that Toshi started in the same place with her that he did with him, Johnny placed his hands Krystyna's ankles, smoothing the oil along her skin, spreading it about, letting the warmth soak into the muscles there...

Lowering your defenses for even the slightest second when out on the field was one of quickest ways an espionage agent could open herself to capture or a well-timed sniper bullet. Krystyna, having spent years honing that ever present state of alertness, had intially performed all the usual procedures upon enlisting in Tension. Such as researching the background of all Tension employees, including the ever-silent Toshi. His track record having come up clean, combined with the fact that Krys was seeing the masseuse on a nigh daily basis, all gelled together to have the Russian spy become unprofessionally complacent...

"Mmm..." Krys initially flinched from the kneading of her ankles and curled her toes. Toshi usually started his sessions with his traditional backrub...but she settled back down once she found the newfound approach quite relaxing. Firm and commanding, yet tender. She closed her emerald eyes and hummed slightly with her cheek pressed against the cushioned headrest. Her bountiful chest mushrooming against the table as she remained willingly inert to Toshi's magic fingers, her blonde locks undone from her usual trussed up hairstyle and cascading down her upper back.

"...a little higher, Toshi..." Krys mumbled out and in an increasingly peaceful and unassuming state of mind as ambient music and synthesized waterfall splashes played in the background.

As Johnny rubbed down Krystyna's ankles, the part of his mind that was worried that the Russian would pick up on something being amiss began to feel more at ease. The ruse was working, at least for the moment. He just had to make sure he didn't screw it up. He continued kneading the firm muscles of her ankles, squeezing them with his hands.

In a way, it was good to know that the ice queen he encountered in the ring could be human enough to need a massage, and he almost felt bad about taking advantage of that in order to get a measure of payback. Almost being the operative word.

When the blonde softly asked 'Toshi' to move his attention higher, Johnny removed his hands. Krys would hear the bottle of oil being uncapped again before feeling the liquid being poured along the back of first her left leg, then her right. Then his hands returned to the Russian's body, smoothing the oil against the skin on both legs until it no longer ran, but instead coated the lovely limbs. The 'masseuse' would then focus his efforts on one leg. Starting with the calf he placed the knuckles of one fist against the muscle there and then softly, but firmly pressed down while running them up her leg, moving all the way up to just under the curving swell of her butt. Then he would open his hand, using his fingertips to stroke down the leg with the softest of touches. 'Toshi' would repeat this process as Johnny applied his wrestling knowledge, focusing on the large muscles that got sore during the strain of matches, the same muscles that were often targeted by submission holds in matches and sparring. The technique was different from Toshi's usual style of using his forearms and elbows, but Johnny was hoping Krystyna would be off guard enough to think that perhaps the massage therapist was merely trying something new....

Krys' brief moment of perplexity and suspicion from the change in massaging techniques was swiftly ushered to the back of her mind once it's effects were starting to take hold. She wasn't sure of the exact reasoning behind it, but there was something about Toshi's newfound techniques that made her practically melt into the cushioned massage table. She hummed blissfully from the glistening oil being applied delicately to her flawless skin and the shifting fingers individually smearing it done her leg. A slight reddish hue forming on her cheeks as well. There was something about a total stranger having free reign over her that was getting her hot and bothered from that well-buried sexual fantasy of hers.

The ambient music and expertise massaging technique were both putting her in a state of soothing relaxation she is usually incapable of enjoying during the day. Always being on guard...Always being ever vigilant in a world where one mistake could mean your life. Today's session was one moment of her life Krys where could have a sublime peace of mind.

The kneading of her calf muscle in particular was hitting all the right sore spots from the daily rigors of both her rigorous training program and from that infernal Boston crab during her match with Johnny. Krys now sub-consciously thinking back to that annoyingly rugged face of his...and how he held her tightly. She wondered what he was doing right about now...

"...*tch*...stupid Johnny..." Krys mumbled under her breath in a hushed tone when she found herself daydreaming about that cowboy once more. She took a deep breath before settling her mind down. She wasn't about to let her time of peace be interrupted by him anymore.

Johnny blinked in surprise as he heard the beautiful Russian mutter his name, almost soft enough for him to miss. Now....that was interesting. Provocative, even. It almost made him want to drop the ruse right then and there, just to see what her reaction would be. Then again, it would probably be violent, knowing what he knew about the woman he had shared the ring with....

Altering the course of his hands, he placed them on the inside of Krystyna's legs, down near her ankles, and then ran them upwards. His fingers would glide along her soft skin, the Texan also applying a gentle, but firm pressure as his fingers slid up her inner thighs. He grinned as his hands came somewhat close to the swell of her rear, and the temptation of her womanhood, both barely hidden by the towel, before sliding them back down. Johnny would repeat the process again and again his hands sliding gradually closer to her intimates, eventually coming oh so close. Just when it seemed like the next upwards stroke of his hands would carry them into forbidden territory, they would stop at her inner thigh and slide off to the side, fingers following the line formed by the hem of the towel, just under the pronounced, firm curve of her butt...

Then he would remove his hands, and Krystyna would hear the sound of the oil bottle's pump as 'Toshi' applied more of the warm oil to his hands....

Krystyna hoped that after grumbling out Johnny's name that it would be the last time he would occupy her thoughts. Inwardly reminding herself that she was here to free her mind of all matters involving work....wrestling....or personal matters. Something that was becoming easier overtime once she allowed herself permission to finally let it all go.

The blissful atmosphere taking hold of her as Toshi continued to apply his craft with seamless precision. She felt the delicate touch of his fingers beginning to trail up her sinewy legs with a rhythmic cadence, the Emerald Viper eventually noticing the subtle direction his fingers were taking. Progressing further and further up her legs while pressing gently against the milky white softness of her inner thigh. The boldness of his motions was unlike Toshi in almost every possible way...but that wasn't to say she would be putting a stop to this anytime soon.

A reddish hue was forming on her cheeks with a slight purr escaping her lips from allowing her lustful imagination to take hold of her thoughts. Her leg muscle reflexively tensing from what she felt was going to be Toshi taking things to the next level once his fingers were inches away from her nethers and the curvature of her butt...

...only for Toshi to stop just short and start coating his hands with tanning oil. Krys groaning slightly from whatshe felt was genuine disappointment...and the hopes that Toshi would pick up where he left off.

Hearing Krystyna's moan was arousing to Johnny, causing him to be tempted to pull the towel aside, roll the Russian over and bury his face between her thighs with abandon.

But that wasn't what this was about, he reminded himself. This was about teaching Krys that the seduction card went both ways.

With that in mind, his hands placed themselves back on Krystyna's body they rested just under the curve of her rear, right where he left off. He moved his hands upwards though, daring to go under the towel now, fingertips pressing down over the firm cheeks of the Russian posterior....

A brief thought passed through Krystyna's mind as to why she was seemingly so willing to allow Toshi to test the boundaries of his profession and allow his frisky hands to explore her soft and supine form.

Her natural killer instinct was in point with numerous ways of dispatching the lecherous masseuse...but the newfound techniques he was using on her today were keeping her almost completely docile. Even once his fingers began to caress the plump curvature of her backside, Krys' only immediate reaction was to curl her toes and tense up.

"Nnn..." Krys reflexively flinched but eventfully settled back down after having his fingers grope her rump, though now a small part of her was debating just how far she intending for all of this to go...