Sweaty Embrace

Compared to her opening months in AFW, Karen Starring had been on an absolute roll. Sure she'd gained success, notable wins even in her early days, but she fully believed such victories had been completely forgotten following her more recent in-ring encounters. Simply put, she had been reduced from amazon monster to absolute pushover in a matter of months. But such was now water under the bridge, as a newly improved Karen sought to quite literally prove herself a step above the others.

Having already attacked a number of women that she had deemed worthy of such attention, along with upping her gym routine to levels past prior to her self entitled downfall, the Karen of early months had become a forgotten shadow. Right now, the amazon was in her prime; still retaining those legendary curves whilst packing on pounds of muscle. She had completely abandoned all past wrestling stratagems and focused solely on strength, something that was practically a mantra for the power-obsessed figure. She had a long way to go of course, in the gym, with her self-written list, and in terms of an actual comeback of course.

After all, the satisfaction she had gained in the past few weeks was purely personal. In terms of AFW and in-ring, the fans had deemed her absent.

Tonight was a break of sorts for the former-blonde, having entered into AFW workout premises for reasons other than a workout. She simply deemed a relaxation necessary, and could think of no better way than resting in the sauna rooms and hot tubs she had often simply pushed aside. Tonight was a popular night in the gym, with the clanging of weights and grunting alongside it filling the air. But such did not matter to Karen. Whatever she was going to do to relax, she was doing her way.

Alone.

Having already removed of all attire save for a thick towel wrapped around her, covering from her buxom chest to thighs, Karen had already found herself alone in sauna room. The room was not empty when she had entered; albeit the two small women were quick to make it so when fired a fierce glare and 'suggestion' of direction by the amazon upon Karen's entry. Now with the room to herself, she aimed to make it so, quickly patching a note to the front of the door given that it had no locks, its words sharp and straight to the point.


Besides herself with a small smile, Karen would quickly take to lying upon a bench meant for several, arms coming up to the back of her head to support herself. The night was hers, and hers alone.

After all, there was no-one in AFW she confidently thought she could not remove, if by chance they were to enter regardless...

Odessa's workout regimen was significantly more robust nowadays than it had been when she first joined AFW. Repeated matchups against some of the most impressive women the league had to offer had convinced her that her existing skills could always be improved upon. A more intense workout would, of course, lead to soreness, and fatigue. Breaks were necessary to rejuvenate mind, body, and soul. And the best sort of break was the kind which simultaneously felt luxurious and as if one was actually still getting some material physical benefit from it.

That, and perhaps Japan's famous fascination with hot springs, was why the AFW gymnasium came complete with a fully-functioning sauna. Odessa had always loved a good visit to the sauna, and when she had lived in California she had found that going home and snuggling into a big, fluffy bed with plenty of blankets after an hour in the sauna had given her a sounder sleep than she could ever remember having before. She had visited AFW's sauna plenty of times before, but tonight she had felt a little restless after her workout and knew that a sauna visit would do her good. Relaxing, centering herself, clearing out some untidy thoughts before bedtime.

Odessa had only spent about five minutes in the steam room when she felt nature calling and left to make a quick visit to the little girls' room. When she came back, she was surprised to find a sign attached to the door warning others away. She saw the cute little butts of the two other women who had been in there with her scurrying away towards the lockers. She glanced back to the door of the sauna, reading the note again. She smiled.

Wearing just her towel, Odessa would push the door open and walk back inside into the hot, humid atmosphere, noting the woman with jet-black hair spread out where Odessa had been sitting before. The British woman would smile down at the woman, placing her hands on her hips, waiting to see what this woman expected to do when someone violated her very unofficial order.

With Karen's legs closest to the door, hands behind her head propping her up, all she had to do was open an eye to gain a clear view of the woman now in the room with her. She'd smirk at first before closing said eye, presuming it to be a mistake on the other girls part, one that she would surely be 'fixed' by the mysterious beauty quickly leaving upon seeing the scale of the woman who left the note. Not that she didn't have the scale to match, of course. Albeit, given that Karen's vision was a tiny bit dazed from her briefest of naps, she couldn't exactly take in the fact that Odessa was a rival to her in size if there ever was one. The lack of clothing made such a comparison all the more easy to make.

Opening her eye again but a second after, Karen would find herself somewhat perplexed as to why the mysterious figure was not only still present, but glaring at her. Evidently given she was just wearing a towel said figure most definitely planned to use a sauna, Karen simply felt confused as to why this woman believed she could use one she had deemed 'hers.'

"Alright..." Still smirking, Karen would sit up, arm to the top of the bench she laid across, the other dangling lazily to her side. "I'm in a good mood, so I'll let go the fact you blatantly can't read. Get out before my mood fades."

This woman seemed to have staked her claim to the steam room on the basis of her intimidating figure. But what had been enough to scare off the poor girls who had been sharing the room with Odessa five minutes earlier was barely enough to make Odessa blink. From what she could tell—and she could tell quite a bit, seeing as how the woman was wearing nothing more than a towel which covered from about half of the way down her chest to the very tops of her thighs—this raven-haired woman wasn't any bigger than she was, and certainly wasn't nearly as strong. Odessa noted that the invader was checking her out, too, and Odessa would spread her legs slightly and arch her back, giving the woman a good look at her toned ebony physique.

The black-haired woman sat up, smirking and threatening Odessa, telling her to get out. Odessa smirked back at her, before moving her gaze downward to draw the woman's attention to a pair of black flip-flops lying underneath the wooden bench she was seated upon. "As you can see, I staked my claim to this room long before your little hostile takeover. And I had just gotten it to the temperature I like, before you started throwing girls out and the temperature dropped with every opening of that door."

Odessa would walk across the room to the opposite wall, then pick up a small ladle and pour some water over the hot stones sitting there. Steam billowed up from them and quickly spread across the room, the wave hitting Odessa with a sudden burning wetness, before washing over the woman seated in Odessa's spot. The Londoner turned back to the woman with a smile, before walking over to the other side of the room and sitting down, draping one arm over the back of the bench behind her and spreading her legs slightly, mirroring the other woman's posture. Odessa had now claimed half of the room for herself, with the imaginary dividing line going right down the center as each powerful amazon had a full bench under her control. Odessa stared at her counterpart, still smirking, and raised an eyebrow. "I hope it's not too hot for you, darling."

Had the two women been able to read minds, they would of quickly discovered one another to be a match to themselves not only physically, but in confidence. Karen too as ever believed the woman before her to be nothing but a tall busty yet weightless figure, one she would fully believe she could toss aside like a drunk from a bar if need be. Said physiques were doing either woman no favours in the current scenario; the standard towels available to woman of the AFW gym evidently not big enough to cover a great amount of skin on Odessa or Karen. Neither woman was by any means wide or giant, but a set of thick hips and sizeable breasts on both figures left the towels clad around their sweating physiques somewhat stretched.

Had either woman been flat chested, said towels would of likely covered them from thigh to neck. Instead, both women were not only showing off a extreme amount of cleavage, but a great deal of thigh flesh.

Watching as if Odessa was a rival lion prowling her territory, Karen kept her position on the bench as the other beauty in the room made her way to the hot stones. She did not break eye contact to see the footwear Odessa had pointed out, having long since noticed them when she first came into the room. She simply didn't care. The extra heat gained little reaction from the raven haired beauty, save for a noticeable pant as the room seemed to turn into a oven at the release of steam, before simmering back down still to a heat greater than prior. She'd play it off of course, evidently trying to appear unfazed both by the heat, and the impressive 'challenger' before her.

The moment Odessa sat down though, Karen finally began to react. Evidently, this beauty planned on staying.

Bending down, Karen's eyes would finally break from Odessa's own, as she sought to grab the flip-flops she prior mentioned. Doing so would give Odessa what could only be described as a view of an extreme amount of cleavage, as Karen's motions nearly resulted in her already struggling towel exposing a great deal of flesh. Finally finding the footwear she sought, she would rise quickly, stepping towards the door with eyes still yet to meet with Odessa's own. The struggles of the towel restraining her would become ever the more obvious as she moved; her free hand already latching on to ensure the towel would not burst open and leave her figure bare.

Once she neared the door however, she would gaze upon the figure yet again.

"Staked your claim, you say..?" Opening the door just a touch to keep the heat in, Karen would slide her arm through with flip flops a hold. Smirking at Odessa, a audible slap could be heard as the footwear hit the ground, the door shutting once done.

"Not anymore. Get. Out."

Sitting down was what finally got a reaction out of the black-haired beauty. Had she really expected Odessa to back down and just walk out of the steam room? Odessa would have very much enjoyed having this woman as a companion in the steam room, to add a certain amount of extra...steaminess to the session. But if she had to fight, she was going to stand on principle and fight. The woman had an impressive physique, near in size to Odessa herself, barely contained by that little white towel. But Odessa was always confident in her own abilities. If there was going to be a battle, she would come out on top.

The woman bent over and grabbed Odessa's flip-flops, showing off a generous amount of cleavage when she did. Odessa could almost see all the way down her towel to the good stuff...but the woman would get up just then, her breasts jiggling underneath her towel as she walked, causing it to shift and nearly fall off. She held on for dear life as she tossed the footwear out of the steam room and then closed the door again, waiting for Odessa's reaction with a smug smirk on her face.

Odessa would slowly stand up, walking over to the woman with a spring in her step, causing her own chest to bounce. Her towel slipped an inch, the exact same thing which had happened to her similarly-sized foe now happening to her, and Odessa would giggle and grab onto it to keep it from falling too far. She gave it a tug and pulled it up far enough to sit on her chest safely again. "Perhaps," she would purr, as she glanced towards the door outside of which her flip-flops sat, "I should do the same thing with your towel."  then, as she approached the other amazon, she would reach out and give the woman's towel a tug in the opposite direction, revealing a couple extra inches of smooth, white breast...and the tops of two pinkish areolas.

"Oohohoho, peekaboo, girls~!" she sang, talking to those big, pale breasts in a teasing tone.

Had Karen known such events would occur, she would of likely worn at least something under the full body towel that hilariously looked child-size wrapped around her. Such wouldn't prevent an extreme amount of cleavage being on view whenever the woman bent over, but somewhat truthfully, Karen didn't believe there existed an outfit beyond a full body suit that could contain her assets fully.

Karen would watch with that confident gaze as Odessa rose, too inadvertently jiggling as if she was made of jelly. The raven haired beauty couldn't help but look, not out of sexual attraction, but simple curiosity. It was rare she met someone so similar to herself, after all. In her mind, the amazon before her was rising to do but one thing.

Leave.

As she rightfully should of, in Karen's mind at least. To her, the comment, or threat rather towards removing her towel was but a baseless one, one by a dog now about to be sent scampering with her tail between her legs. The blatantly more sterner amazon was completely unaware of Odessa's infamy within AFW; her reputation completely alien to Karen. Not out of insult. Karen simply didn't care for anyone. Even if she had, she still would of likely treated the ebony beauty all the same. The world's most dangerous woman could of been stood before her. To Karen, she was just another overconfident cow that was grazing in her territory.

Ironically.

Karen watched as Odessa's hand extended out the corner of her eye, her own eyes gazing upon the ebony beauties. She bared those wandering fingers no mind; why should she? She was surely about to reach for the door handle, apologise and be on her way.

Karen was wrong.

Eyes falling down at what felt to be seconds dragged out into minutes, Karen found both her own arms coming up in response as Odessa forced her goods out into the open. She'd cross her arms right over her chest with the falling towel caught underneath them, her legs instinctively crossing a little as to aid in keeping the towel clad to her. It didn't matter. Odessa still got to bare witness to her monstrous chest in all its glory, even for but a moment.

Covering her chest as if Karen had just been stripped in public, her eyes quickly shot back up from the site of incident as they once more latched with Odessa's. Her face was already red given the heat, but well...

Right now, Karen's cheeks looked to be doing her greatest impression of a strawberry. Needless to say, that confident that could metaphorically fill the room had completely faded. Right now, Karen was embarrassed. To put it lightly. Such became clear, as a voice that could bellow out and fill an arena was now reduced to a extremely quaky, shattered one.

"Y..You...Fuc..!"

Odessa could feel Karen's eyes on her as she walked. Her impressively-sized chest, firm yet smooth and luscious, bounced slightly with each step, as she approached the lighter-skinned amazon. The closer they got, the more obvious it would be to both of them that they were very evenly-matched, similar in size and musculature, the tiny towels that each woman wore leaving very little of her figure to the other's imagination. It was too bad that Karen had decided to be bitchy and obstinate. But maybe Odessa could change that, given a little bit of flirting and a little bit of playful posturing.

She had managed to do it before!

Odessa was not familiar with any reputation Karen had, though she thought she might have seen the woman around the AFW campus. Maybe she always acted like this, or maybe she was having a bad day. Whatever the case may be, Odessa would not back down when her fellow amazon tried to intimidate her. She reached forward and gave Karen's towel a quick tug. It pulled down until it caught on her nipples, showing off inch after inch of luscious white cleavage, a pair of half-moon areolas uncovered by the towel, and, as Odessa craned her neck forward, she could see as much of those tits as she could ever want to see!

Karen's eyes met hers again, but this time Odessa did not see that same sort of confidence in the black-haired beauty's eyes. She saw uncertainty, embarrassment, even a little bit of panic. When Karen spoke, she was stammering, completely flabberghasted by Odessa's actions. Obviously, she was not any more familiar with Odessa than Odessa was with her.

"Now, love, why don't we forget this nasty business, sit down together, and enjoy each other's company?" Odessa would suggest, bringing a hand up to gently pull Karen's chin, cupping it with a thumb and two fingers. "If you want to sweat, I assure you I can make you sweat."

Karen couldn't remember the last time she had felt like this. So bare, so sensitive, so uncovered. Her hands folded across her chest, legs crossed, the towel itself didn't need to be there given the extent this amazon had now gone to cover her chest and sex, despite Odessa not even suggesting towards the latter. What made the matter all the more humiliating, is that a few seconds ago, Karen was the very definition of 'high and mighty.'

Right now, she was the polar opposite.

Slowly removing her hands, she'd ensure the towel was more than secure around her figure for her to do so. For a moment, she completely forgot the ebony beauty that disrobed her still stood before her, fixating her towel a shade tighter than it was earlier. There'd be a greater amount of cleavage on show, given that Karen had essentially tightly wrapped her frame with said towel, forcing her breasts to mushroom. But Odessa wouldn't be pulling it aside so easily again.

Not that it would take much effort if Odessa really tried.

But right now, Karen didn't consider much. This woman had overstepped a line. A line that many hadn't even come close to. She'd raise a hand to the one offered to her, only allowing Odessa a brief touch of her skin before slapping that hand aside. It was clear from the woman's words, let alone her actions, that Odessa was most certainly playing a mind game with the raven haired beauty. Or perhaps, she was genuinely being sensual.

"You can't be for real..." Karen muttered, in a fierce tone mostly to herself as she finally locked eyes with the beauty again. Slapping that hand aside, she'd make efforts to latch her hand upon Odessa's long, thick locks, seemingly in an effort to visualise simply how pissed off the amazon was. She'd only tug midly, mind, she wasn't trying to ragdoll or even greatly pain Odessa.

She wanted to of course. She just felt that any serious action on her part would lead to another removing of her towel.

Odessa preferred to solve problems like this without violence, where possible. Ironic, for a woman whose livelihood was dependent on the sudden and sometimes gratuitous application of violence, but by her nature Odessa was a peacemaker, a diplomat. She enjoyed bringing people together. Or coming together with other people herself.

Karen was humiliated, and was now quiet, hopefully reflective. Her figure was just as voluptuous, and strong, and Amazonian as it had been a minute earlier, but the way she now carried herself made her seem almost shrunken. Her body language conveyed a sense of a woman who was, for the first time in a very long time, at a loss for words, who had run up against something that she was not prepared for. Odessa smiled, knowing that something was her, and that, no matter what Karen's reply was, she will have left an indelible mark on the fairer-skinned beauty.

Karen raised a hand, slowly...then slapped Odessa's hand away from her face. The British woman sighed, shaking out her slapped appendage as she kept her eyes on Karen. Obviously, the woman was here for a fight. If it hadn't been with Odessa, it would have been with someone else. With Odessa, at least, she would have a good time in the end. She may just have to be forced into it.

As Karen grabbed her hair, tugging it enough to make Odessa's scalp sting but not enough to cause any sort of instinctive reaction, Odessa would grunt, then immediately reach up to slide a hand up into the dark hair of the other woman. She didn't pull, but she would feel its silky smoothness on her fingertips, savoring that feeling. "Oh, but I am for real. Even if you don't know me, surely you're familiar with the reputation of AFW. I'm certain I've seen you around here a few times. And I would be happy to spend some time with you without having to watch my back."