The Art of the Deal

Men often liked the whole idea of being dominated underfoot - Taylor found it a frequent request - but whether it was because he wanted to continue to try and convince them to go along with his schemes or because he had been referring to his imagined match between Taylor and Devine when he claimed in his emails that "foot stuff" was welcomed, Azuma did not sound nor act as if he enjoyed himself. But his attempts to shove, pull, or otherwise remove Taylor's sole from its place over his mouth were...sad. All talk and trickery, this one, and Taylor merely shook her head at his efforts.

Maybe he worried that she would do worse to him if he resisted the foot. He wouldn't be wrong.

Devine, by the look of it, had it covered, however. A scissorhold on his legs...it wasn't a move she had seen often, and watching Devine unleash it had her captivated. Absolutely killer. Literally, too, what with the way Azuma bucked the moment Devine locked in the hold. At risk of having his slobber on her with how eagerly he tried to cry out through the seal created by the bottom of her foot, Taylor released him and stepped back to admire Devine's work. Naturally, Azuma lit into pleading immediately. He was ignored. "Veeery nice. I don't get to see that one often enough." And never before from Devine herself. A shame, really, but she would enjoy it now.

And that giggle she provided made Taylor's face light up. That was cute. And a tad terrifying.

She perked up further to hear that Devine referred to her Riot Girls days with praise. "Oh really?" Taylor would admit that her stint with the Riot Girls and the related production company had not exactly served as a highlight of her career. Devine had it right - most of the other girls with the company hadn't cared to develop any wrestling skills. Unprofessional. But hearing that Devine could remember her performance from those days could be counted as a point of pride.

"I-" Azuma cut her off with a wail, and a disgusted Taylor held up a finger for pause. "-Okay, we're not good with that."

This time, she got behind his head, on her knees, and planted her hands over his mouth. Forget the slobber problem, she could wash her hands. And he could do his complaining when she joined in with the squeezing. First, talk.

"I-" Now to actually speak, while the muffles resumed against her palm. "-would hope so. I was working with an official promotion in Canada back then. If I couldn't stand out from the girls with the softcore porn backgrounds, I should have called it quits way before now." It was nothing more than self-depreciation, and it came with a toothy smile. "Glad you enjoyed them. It means something coming from a woman who knows her stuff." She nodded her head at the divinely crossed legs before her.

...and Taylor had nice feet, too, Devine had just taken notice. Normally, they weren’t something she paid much attention to unless she was being paid to do so, but, strange as it was, she found the way her new companion used hers to control Azuma more than a little alluring. Even if it was a shared control, Taylor had a confidence that sold it better. She didn’t just look sexy standing there, she almost looked regal. Like some superheroine, standing over her conquered foe…

That thought gave her another laugh, low and quiet. If Makoto could see her now, the jokes would never stop.

There was definitely a kindred spirit vibe here, and it seemed that Taylor was sensing it, too, as she stepped back to watch Devine at work. The Brazilian bombshell was nothing if not an exhibitionist, and she made sure there was plenty to look at - planting her palms on the floor, she lifted her hips and applied some serious precious. Her legs tensed and showed the waiting steel underneath, along with a tight row of abs working their way across.

For a moment, she bit her lips and turned her body into steel, and Azuma’s body went into panic as the crushing force bore down. After that moment passed, though, she relented, eased up and let his leg out of the iron prison...only to slide over and take his other leg between her jaws. He’d be walking funny for a day or two, that much was clear. When he could walk at all, anyway.

As enrapturing an experience as this was, Devine wasn’t so taken by it that she failed to notice what Taylor was saying. It certainly helped that the blonde seemed focus on keeping Azuma quiet in the most effective way possible at the moment, though she found herself wondering if there was some masking tape around here…

”An official promotion?” That raised her eyebrow, and a slight suspicion hit her on what had brought Taylor across the ocean. It would be silly to make such a leap without talking more, but she knew the typical reason that female wrestlers came to Japan today. ”In Canada, no less. A long way from home, aren’t you?”

Taylor didn't expect to find herself biting her lip.

She did, at the enticing sight of Devine's body hardening to deepen the intensity of her scissorhold. The average woman couldn't claim to share Devine's blend of fitness and...steaminess. Steamy, that was a good word for her newfound companion. She wouldn't need to mentally search for one to compliment the darker-skinned wrestler later. As the blonde studied the softly contoured muscles of the woman's abs and legs, she felt another pang of regret that they weren't getting tangled on the floor. That surprised her, too, since normally, it took a lot for another woman to catch her eye, personality-wise or looks-wise - and even more for her appreciation for them to bring on any reaction like biting her lip.

Devine was one of those women with a lot.

The show ended to allow Devine to clamp down on the other leg, and Taylor used that moment to reassemble her thoughts and slap her hands down tighter over Azuma's mouth when his writhing became beast-like once again. A knee was driven into his shoulder. "Stop it," Taylor shortly demanded, treating him like the afterthought that he was now that she and Devine had joined forces. She needed a literal muzzle for him.

Curiously, she glanced over her shoulder. Only oil, towels, a couple of pillows were strewn nearby. She supposed she could always stuff in one of those towels. No...she had a better idea. It wouldn't quiet him, but another glance at Devine's legs made it more appealing.

But first, she also needed to explain her reasoning for being in Japan. A knowing smile crossed her features. "Just a bit. But...I suppose it's worth it. There's a promotion around here that's supposed to have some good pay, and a few, I dunno, tens of thousands of fans filling the seats every week." Taylor winked at her.

...Claiming that she had joined AFW made her feel silly again for coming here for a meager session with this lump of clay, but she swallowed her pride. It had been her decision, and she would have to own her reasoning if Devine asked. Maybe she wouldn't.

Rather than worry about it, Taylor leaned forward - it was time for her to earn some of their client's complaints. With her legs already on either side of his head, it was a simple task of stretching them out behind her, reaching back, pulling his head between her thighs. Into a straight reverse headscissors, complete with crossed ankles. A beauty of a scissor for the bottom, and now one for the top. He didn't realize how lucky he was, though his groans didn't sound like those of a lucky man.  

And with nowhere else to place her hands (or so she pretended), Taylor rested them against Devine's leg and met the dusky knockout's eyes.

Devine had never been much of a believer in fate. That sort of thing was always more of Stone’s bag, or whatever remnants of her old religion she still clung on to. Despite her nickname, she always thought the idea was silly - some otherworldly being cares about the coming and goings of a few specks on a giant rock in the middle of space?

With that in mind, though, it was hard to look at her current situation as anything but a flight of fate. What were the odds that she’d come across Taylor here, like this, that they would share such similar tastes, and that they’d be working for the same company? Low, she would bet.

But it hardly mattered in the end. Predetermined or not, she was rolling with it.

”You don’t say.” Devine smirked as her suspicions were confirmed, with Taylor all but spelling out their shared employment. She certainly had the body for a professional wrestler, and given how popular scissorholds were these days, she would fit right in with the crowd - though she would still be sexier than most.

Devine opened her mouth to speak, but Taylor went into motion before she did, trapping Azuma in her personal favorite scissor variation. The reverse headscissor was almost everything you could want in a fetish hold - strong, painful, easy to implement, and it gave the victim a lovely view. Oh, and it was always a simple matter to transition in and out of a facesit with it. One of Devine’s top tricks was to alternate, going from smothering to scissoring and back to smother again, never giving a client - or an opponent - the time to adjust.

”Nice, very nice.” She leaned over, both to get a better look at the hold and admire the legs doing the destruction. ”But AFW? Friction, I take it. I’m fairly sure I would’ve seen you in the halls if you were in Tension.”

Though she was fine with letting that ball drop, she made a mental note not to mention how that hypothetical meeting would’ve gone. Devine would’ve been warm to her on Tension territory. Devine’s boss, not so much.

...Of course Devine herself graced AFW's halls. Of course. No executive or manager in his right mind could let a woman of her caliber slip through the cracks. Talent, beauty, spunk. AFW searched for these characteristics - or so they had told Taylor - and Devine wielded all of it.

"It doesn't surprise me at all that you got a spot of your own.", Taylor complimented. What did surprise her was that she hadn't been suspicious about it before, but then, she supposed the whole business about their both being with the company and yet still answering Azuma's request for a session made it hard to believe. What were the odds of them meeting here, anyway? Same company, same side job, same asshole who made promises he couldn't keep.

It was luck, if anything. "What a shame if we had never crossed paths at the company. Maybe we should be thanking Azuma..." A glance over her shoulder and into to his face firmly wedged behind her rear compelled him to start begging that she thank him by releasing him from the headscissors. The squeeze she gave him served as a clear answer, and his mundane groaning and attempts to separate her legs resumed. She returned her attention to Devine and rolled her eyes.  

"And yeah, I'm with Friction. Buuut, it sounds like I've got one good reason to visit Tension." The line didn't land with as much charm as she wanted it to when Azuma broke into an all new sound once Taylor absently slackened, and then tightened, the grip of her thick thighs again. Her smile faded, replaced by annoyedly pursed lips. "Look, I'd like to talk more...but with Mariah Carey singing back here, it's kind of hard to concentrate."

She pondered, glancing back at him again. "Think it would earn me a bad reputation if I straight-up...knocked him out?" The way he started fighting when the question crossed her lips told her...maybe. "It was on his list of no-gos..."

A little more pressure. A little more after that. Just a little more…

Devine couldn’t help but sigh as she felt the leg go dead between hers, going the way of its limp brother. She would have to use this move far more often, work it into her usual repertoire. Aside from the unorthodox damage it did, it was like squeezing a giant stress ball between her legs, getting out all the tension and anxiety and releasing it in one ecstatic effort. The sort of things she could do for hours. If not for certain health concerns and law enforcement problems, she very well might have.

”I’d say we are thanking him.” Devine craned her neck to the side, getting a better view of Azuma’s shrunken head and the thighs that were mercilessly crushing it to a pulp. ”He’s certainly getting a better view than he deserves.” Devine knew she was more than a little envious of him. Not with the squeezing, obviously, but otherwise, she wouldn’t have had a problem being in that position.

When Taylor asked her question, Devine managed to pull her gaze away from the wondrous thighs and look back up at the woman they were attached to, tapping her chin while she pondered the question. It was a legitimate concern. Azuma would certainly be writing a bad review when they were done, and even if she denied it, those seeds of doubt would grow in the minds of future clients. But…

”If it’s just your word against his, you’ll have a problem.” She held up a finger. ”But, if we were to, say, collaborate and back each other up, get our own story out there...well, two speaking against one has a lot of weight, I’d say.”

Devine reached over and tested the waters, sliding a soft hand down Taylor’s backside, running over the contours of her hardened thigh, and ending with a pat on top of Azuma’s head. ”Go for it.”

A resounding sigh parted Taylor's lips. "Touche." What a crime that Azuma gained anything pleasant from this encounter at all. Then again, she and her partner-in-punishment were assuming he could enjoy having four feminine legs wrapped around him - such a crybaby. Other genuine session clients paid for this action, and especially the view.

His lack of appreciation made the prospect of rendering him unconscious all the more appealing, despite those spoken dangers to her reputation.

But the reputation, she wouldn't need to worry about - Devine had her covered. A sneaking smirk crossed the blonde's face. What potential client in the world would listen to the claims of a shady man on the internet when two lovely session wrestlers accused him of betraying the trust between wrestler and client? No one, was the answer. "And with two AFW wrestlers to spread the news about this manipulative bastard, not another soul will answer his emails. He can kiss this fantasy goodbye...and his consciousness."

His roaring informed her that he did not like what he was hearing.

She straightened her back in preparation for the devastation of his head and neck, but a gentle touch on her rear - not Azuma's - slowed her wrath. Warmth emanated from Devine's hand while it stroked her skin. At the unexpected, but welcomed, contact, Taylor turned impish eyes and a matching smile on the raven-haired stunner. Suddenly, Azuma was not so great a concern.

But the hand slipped from her thigh, and Devine provided her with the cue. It was time to silence him.

She lowered her head, planted her palms on the floor, and lifted her crossed feet onto her toes to straighten her body and provide leverage. Every muscle in her core, rear, and thighs tightened, revealing themselves from beneath the curves and constricting Azuma's skull and neck from all sides.

His croaking told her that she had the hold locked in exactly how she wanted - that, and the stinging sensation on the backs of her thighs where he smacked at them in a desperate hope for escape. He wouldn't find that escape, and a few more seconds of focus - and the gratification of freely showing her force and power, with no reason for restraint - the noises and thrashing ceased.

Taylor's thighs parted, and Azuma's blushing head slipped from them to rest on the mats.

Oh, yes, Devine had this one on the hook. Not quite reeled in just yet, but well on her way. She’d been playing the game long enough to know all the signs - the flushing skin, the look in her eyes, the sensual undertones beneath her voice. Taylor was caught in the web, and truth told, the opposite strongly applied - Devine was already thinking of the less than wholesome activities the two of them could’ve gotten into.  She was halfway tempted to see how far she could press her luck right here and now, loving the idea of taking Taylor right here in this apartment. The immorality and impropriety definitely appealed…

But no. Not with this one. With Taylor, she felt like taking her time, applying a more deft touch than usual. She was an interesting woman, this blonde, and interesting women deserved more than a one-and-done.

Enough musing, though. The show was about to start.

Devine unwrapped her scissors, ceasing her assault on Azuma’s stubby legs. As fun as it was, there was little point anymore, given what Taylor was about to do, so she decided her time would be better served by simply watching things unfold.

And what a sight it was to see. Knockouts had became increasingly popular on the mixed wrestling scene as of late, and the novelty wasn’t hard to figure out - there was something unmistakeable dominant about not just making a man submit between your legs, but putting him to sleep on top of it, squeezing him so hard that his body itself gave up. Seeing it up close was a different thing entirely though, the sort of experience that no screen could catch.

You could see so much more.

The veins popping up.

The eyes bulging.

The little sputter of his lips as they desperately tried to invite more air in.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Even if she was only going to get half of what she came here for, Devine still felt like she was coming out ahead. She would’ve gladly dropped real money just to watch this firsthand, to see the life flutter from his eyes as the darkness overtook him. The struggles grew weaker and weaker still, until they were barely more than twitches, and then...nothing.

”Very nice.” Devine cooed with her thick Brazilian accent, clapping as she sat there with crossed legs. ”Can certainly think of worse ways to go to sleep. Wouldn’t mind trying it myself sometime.”
With a wink and a lecherous lick of her lips, Devine stood up and stretched, showing off the full length of her body. With the pleasure dealt with, she wanted to move on to business - where had he put the money, again?

Noticing that Devine was watching her work - closely - made Taylor all the more eager to make the knockout stroke on Azuma all the more spectacular. No frills, no teasing, only a display of feminine dominance that the blonde hoped her new companion could appreciate.

When Azuma's head hit the mat, she felt a confidence, and a great deal of excitement, that she had indeed given Devine a fine show. An expectant look at Devine beside her on the floor, and at her expression, told her that her confidence was well-placed even before the beauty had spoken a word. A triumphant Taylor rolled off the chest of her prey, and would have immediately gotten to her feet to leave the defeated man sleeping on his own, as he belonged. Devine's words - and that damned attractive wink and lick of her lips - made her pause, and sent a gentle tingle through her hips.

Taylor enjoyed grinding anyone between her legs in a scissorhold or any other dominating hold, but the prospect of it being Devine...that struck an entirely different need for enjoyment in Taylor's senses. She watched Devine clamber to her feet in silence, studying her body yet again and debating how forward she should be about the images entering her mind of the woman before her between her legs.

Hell, this day had already tilted towards bold action...why not push it further? Undoubtedly, she did not misread Devine's intent. Blind to sensuality, the blonde was not - a point of pride.
"In that case, I'm nearly disappointed he didn't get what he wanted," Taylor replied, as she followed Devine to her feet and fixed the woman with an intense gaze. Were all the women around AFW this...electric? Taylor doubted it. Clearly, she had stumbled across an exceptional one - and one who was primarily still a mystery.

She wanted to know a great deal more about her.

First, though, was the end of their business with Azuma while he still drooled on the mat. Catching sight of Devine scanning the room, the blonde joined her. "Right, the money...where did this joker put it?", she asked, without expecting an answer, as she scoured the nearby surfaces for Japanese yen. She found nothing that looked like it held any cash, but she did stop at the counter with the assortment of oils. One she grabbed, studying its label. "He didn't even splurge on us."

Devine was enjoying this more than Taylor could’ve known. She was starting to see the many benefits to taking her time with someone, rather than going for the gusto out of the gate - there was something indescribably thrilling about walking on the edge and drawing things out. On some level she knew, they both had to know, that they were one kiss away from going at it right in the middle of Azuma’s apartment.

”I’m sure we can arrange something a little more private sometime. Talk shop, share experiences, maybe even try out techniques on each other.” Devine reached down and slid back into her jeans, fitting them back over her hips with a few tugs. Before she put her boots back on, though, she brought out her phone, opened it up, and placed it on the table next to the oil. ”Put your number in there, if you don’t mind. I’d like to stay in touch.”

A little too on the nose? Maybe. But the idea of meeting Taylor in a more intimate setting definitely appealed. It wouldn’t even have to lead to sex - for the first time in a long time, she was considering the possibility of a date. Maybe a little making out on top, but she wouldn’t have complained if they just spent the night throwing innuendos at one another.

She popped her boot back on, then used her finely honed senses to scan the room, finding their money laying on the kitchenette counter. She sauntered over with a bit more swing in her hips than usual. ”Here we are.”

She helped herself to a bottle of his water as she started counting out, dividing the money between them. Taylor’s in one pile, hers in another, sifting left and right to make it equal...save to the very end, where she put a little extra on the blonde’s stack. ”For your troubles.” With a soft smile, she tucked her share away, giving it a new home in her wallet.

Giving away more money than necessary out of her own free will? It was a strange day for Devine.