Caroline Brookes vs Zulime Lafitte – No hentai tonight!

A few cheers and hollers rang from the crowd as Caroline and Zulime went rolling across the bed, their legs kicking wildly as Zulime contested Caroline's effort to escape from her voluptuous embrace. While the country girl was initially successful, Caroline couldn't stop Zulime from using the shared momentum to roll them both further than she had wanted, deftly snapping those legs shut around her uncovered midriff as they came to a halt. Caroline was on top, now, but her opponent still had more control than her.

Caroline struggled against the hold, kicking her legs against the bed covers and grabbing at Zulime's muscular thighs in a futile effort to pry them apart. All that her resistance earned was a growing appreciation on her part for just how smooth and firm her legs were, how great it felt to run her hands down her thighs or enjoy the friction against her body as Zulime kept her locked in the vice.

“Ahh...h-hey, you're doing that on purpose!” Caroline protested as she noticed the deliberate thrusting of Zulime's crotch against her. The misalignment of their hips would save the flustered virgin from any direct stimulation of her sex, but she could feel Zulime's own radiating heat as the teasing jazz musician continued to grind her hips against Caroline's lower stomach. Each thrust sent Caroline's heart skipping, as her imagination threatened to run away with her regarding what the two of them could have been doing right now.

“Mmh,” Caroline moaned softly with her exhale, biting her lip as she dug her arms into the mattress and pushed herself up slightly to try getting her legs underneath her. She was trying to work her way up into a kneeling position, looking to gain more leverage to fight back while her opponent continued to amuse herself at Caroline's expense.

Zulime giggled. "Oh, am I?" Caroline's words were terribly amusing to her. Despite the fact that this wasn't a hentai match, she still had to have know where she was, whom she was up against. The lip bite sealed the deal for the Riverboat Queen. Zulime wanted Caroline, and wanted her badly. Caroline must have wanted her back given how she grabbed at Zulime's legs. Good. Let this girl appreciate them. A lot of work went into getting them nice and thick, and even more work went into getting them smooth. The only travesty would be not appreciating such a work of art, in Zulime's estimation.

She felt Caroline moving. The midwestern girl was collecting her knees, trying to get into a position from which she could break free. Zulime did not know what she was going for, but the Cajun girl was not going to let Caroline get it. She stopped bucking so much, letting Caroline get into position. Her brown eyes narrowed, and she felt Caroline's body moving in line with her own. Her nostrils flared. It would take some timing, but Zulime was feeling the rhythm.

She let Caroline posture up, and then threw her hips to the left. A strong right hand would hopefully guide her opponent's upper half as Zulime attempted to knock Caroline onto her back. If she were totally successful, she would wind up on top of Caroline in a full mount. If she were partially successful, she would have Caroline off her so that Zulime could create a scramble and get on top. And if she were not successful, well, she didn't want to think about that.

The Riverboat Queen was biting her own lip as well. Not out of lust, but out of concentration. Her moves were wild, almost uncoordinated. The Riverboat Queen recognized that she was not doing this out of any experience, but it was simply the first thing that came to her. And her pluck and strength had never failed her before...

Zulime was a spirited wrestler, but her decision to let Caroline straighten herself out before trying to roll her back into the bottom position would prove to be a mistake. As Caroline got her legs back underneath her body, she was able to spread her haunches, widening her seated posture to give her enough stability to resist the sideways thrust of Zulime's body. The muscles in her core burned with the effort, but Caroline stayed upright, glaring down and catching Zulime's arm when she tried to use it to push Caroline to the side. Gnashing her teeth, Caroline balled her other hand into a fist and threw a hard punch into the bend of Zulime's elbow before flinging the captured limb away from her. Maybe she could have kept it to work some kind of arm submission, but she had something else in mind, something playful that a woman like Zulime might appreciate.

Raising her arm into the air and extending her hand as if she were waving to the crowd, the rebellious country girl stared down at Zulime's exposed abs. Summoning what confidence she could, she yelled loudly enough for the full audience to hear her.

“Pink belly!”

The palm of her hand was like lightning as she brought it crashing down on Zulime's stomach, swatting her bare skin with enough force to make her own hand sore. The “pink belly” was an interesting torture tactic that Caroline had learned at the hands of her bullies back in high school. The memories stung her almost as much as the palm strikes themselves, being held down by her chief tormentor's friends with the ringing smack of that bully's hand on her taut midsection echoing through the school, along with her screams and protests.

Today, Caroline would claim that tactic for herself and bring it to bear against the bully in front of her right now. Another open-palmed slap came down hard on Zulime's belly, which was beginning to take on a rosy, pink coloration as two more harsh slaps followed. It was her hope that, in order to escape this painful punishment, Zulime would be forced to release her scissor hold on Caroline's waist and crawl to freedom. Whether she would be too stubborn to take the hint, however, remained to be seen.

Zulime was pulling about as hard as she possibly could to get Caroline to topple over, but the Midwestern girl's wide base proved strong enough to weather this particular storm. And to make matters worse, Zulime had expended a ton of energy on trying to send her opponent sprawling. Caroline had proven herself to be quite the hassle this evening, and the Riverboat Queen was going to need all the gas that she could get near the end of the match if she wanted to come away a winner. But that was not the only problem that she face at the current moment. Caroline had managed to neutralize one of her arms, and Zulime was totally susceptible to attack.

And attack, Caroline did. Only, it wasn't some brutal punch that Zulime was expecting. Rather, it was the tried and true method of bullies everywhere. The fact that Caroline had the temerity to go and call it out as if this were some sort of anime was just the icing on the terrible cake, causing not only a ton of pain but a ton of humiliation as well. The Cajun girl yelped in pain and shock as the shockwave rippled over her belly and then through the crowd. Neither she nor they could entirely believe what had just transpired, and both needed a second to process it.

And then it happened again. Another blow rained into her stomach, causing the Riverboat Queen to cry out once more under the anguish of the blow. The second strike woke her up from her stupor. There was no way that Zulime would tolerate a third. She unhooked her heels and tried to push Caroline away. One unhooked foot planted onto the bed, helping her scoot away from her opponent, lest she succumb to a third slap to her stomach. Something a woman like Zulime would not be able to handle.

Once she got some more distance, she would flex the same abs that had been so rudely attacked and attempt to get her strong legs on either side of Caroline's head. It was impossible to do when Caroline got a base and Zulime was pushing from the lower part of her body, but she thought it might be a bit easier if Zulime could go a little bit up on her center of gravity. From there, she would attempt once more to toss Caroline over to the side and gain some distance. The fact that she was getting her sex a little bit closer to Caroline's face was a pleasant little gift for herself after having to deal with the belly slaps.

Giving Zulime and her ample belly the drumming they deserved was putting a tentative smile on Caroline's face. Until now, the audience had probably seen the Tennessee wrestler as the same unimpeachable good girl that her home community had wanted so badly for her to be, but it wasn't who Caroline was. She was more like Zulime than either of them may have realized – a playful entertainer, who had only diverged from the wishes of the Friction brand by refusing to let Zulime steal her cherry in front of a live audience.

After a measly two slaps, Zulime unhooked her legs and scrambled away as her opponent bit her lip to stifle a giggle. She mulled over the idea of giving chase and trying to pin the sultry woman down, but Zulime wouldn't tolerate a moment of inaction, bringing her legs up in an effort to capture Caroline again. Like she was hoping, getting them up high made Caroline's core muscles less useful in resisting her. Zulime would be treated to a brief fish-faced look from Caroline as those firm legs pressed her cheeks in. With a small grunt, Caroline tipped sideways and fell onto the soft bed, wriggling away and trying to right herself as the two of them separated.

If Zulime wanted to get some distance, Caroline would give her more of it than she bargained for. Both of them had wrestled on this bed for long enough, and the blonde girl was frankly more comfortable wrestling on the canvas. Turning tail, Caroline tried to find her footing on the pliable surface, aiming to strut her way towards the apron to climb back into the ring.

Zulime had that to hang her hat on. It was a small win, not nearly enough to say that she had truly gotten one back on Caroline, but she would accept it for now. It was just another tally that Zulime would have against her, another chip on her shoulder on top of the fact that this was not a hentai match. Caroline, for what it was worth, was more than happy to disengage to make her leave to the ring. It occurred to her that she should lash out now when Caroline was not looking, but held back. As much as she wanted this match to be on the bed, she reckoned that she would have an easier go of it with a fresh start.

So she got up, and made her way to the ring. There wasn't any particular reason that she was swaying her hips so much as she walked, but, well, there wasn't that strong of a reason not to. Plus, it was nice to recover a little bit from the strenuous activity that she had just undertaken. And if the crowd got to see her ham it up a little bit, that wasn't exactly the end of the world. The bed was nice and soft under her feet, right before she slid under the second rope and popped up in the ring.

She slicked her hair back with great pomp and circumstance. The Cajun girl had to act in makeshift plays and vaudeville skits on the riverboat, so she had become quite the thespian. And she was putting all of those skills to use to pretend that she was not tired and more than a little annoyed at what Caroline had been doing. The Riverboat Queen was standing straight, tall, and proud. "Why don't you wanna play on the bed, suga?" She asked with a smile.

Zulime's theatrics were having an impact on more than the crowd. Caroline got her feet planted in the ring and turned around with enough time to see some of her opponent's approach, and it was putting a blush on the proper girl's face. Her eyes rolled side-to-side, following Zulime's hips as they bounced and swayed, drifting up to her toned stomach and down to her thick thighs. She was alluring, and she was beautiful, filling up the canvas of Caroline's vision with her curves. It took all the willpower that she had not to walk right back to the edge of the ring, like a lost sailor responding to a siren's call.

When she re-entered the ring, Zulime managed to make Caroline teeter just by whipping her hair back, as if the cajun woman had placed a hex on her! It hadn't fully sunk in until now, but Caroline wanted to let Zulime have her. She would still resist the urge, the future of her wrestling career depending on it, but this was proof that the rural runaway should have started exploring her sexuality as soon as she arrived safely in Japan. If she had gotten over her anxiety and crossed that line sooner, maybe Zulime wouldn't be so effective in tempting her to cross it right now.

“I'm not opposed to bed wrestling, but I know what you want to do with me on that bed, and it's not wrestling,” Caroline answered, giving a wary look to the crew that were filming this match for broadcast. Stepping up to the raven-haired beauty standing in front of her, Caroline raised her arms and tried to tangle them with Zulime's, hoping to initiate another lockup to see who could assert themselves over the other. It seemed like Zulime was just a little bit stronger than Caroline, but if she wanted to establish dominance back in the ring, she would have to contend with Caroline's leg swinging up as she tried to drive a stiff knee strike home just below the Cajun's ribs!

Zulime had clearly had an effect on Caroline. More than anything else, that was what she learned on the riverboat. If you can get someone out of their rhythm, and dancing to your beat, it was easier to get them to really do what you wanted, which could have been something as simple as watching your show to something as life altering as placing all their chips on a stupid bet at the roulette wheel. And from the way the country girl was looking at her, Zulime knew that she was pulling something off. The Riverboat Queen had eyes like that on her for years now, and the time was right for her to use that for everything that she could.

"Only so many ways to find out." Zulime's chuckle bubbled up from the back of her throat as she accepted the lock up. The Cajun girl knew that she was the stronger of the two, but she also accepted that this woman was more wily than she initially gave her credit for. Zulime opted to push, but not so hard as to abandon her strong base. Her acting skills were put on display once more in a far more confrontational manner as she pretended not to care what Caroline was about to do. Although being this close, and being in a situation that was this more tense, that prospect was a lot harder, and Zulime's facade cracked around the edges.

The fact that it was easier to push told Zulime that something had changed. In a flash, Zulime recognized that Caroline's knee had come up, and she had a decision to make. The Riverboat Queen had taken a lot of damage so far, but she thought that she could take a little bit more if it meant that she could put this woman on her ass. The Riverboat Queen grunted as the blow hit her stomach, but quickly twisted and pushed forward so that she could grab Caroline's other leg and she could go for a single leg takedown. She would have to act quickly while the country girl was still off balance, but she reckoned that she could pull it off.

Caroline breathed a happy sigh as she felt her knee thud against Zulime's stomach, but her opponent's conditioning was on full display. The hit barely phased her, and now there was a clear opening for her to punish the blonde while one of her legs was off the ground. Caroline felt Zulime's arms wrap around her opposite leg, and a firm tug was all it took to force Caroline off balance, yelping in shock as her tailbone hit the canvas with an audible crash.

“Agh,” Caroline moaned, shaking her head after the dizzying turn of fortune. Her leg was up in the air, still held by Zulime, who also had a brief but mortifying view up her skirt while her legs were spread! Not enough of a window for anyone else to see clearly, but letting Zulime admire her panties was embarrassing enough, so she resolved not to let it last.

Pulling back her free leg, Caroline thrust the toe of her boot forward, trying to nail one of Zulime's knees with a sharp kick! This woman had some strong legs, and her opponent's best option for weakening her was to hit the leg joints as hard as she could.

Zulime felt the two women plummeting down to the earth, and it was a good feeling. Caroline kept throwing curveballs at her time after time, and it was nice to be bringing this woman down to the earth. She had a sharp ear for music, but now she was listening for a cry of desperation or pain to confirm that her takedown was painful. Zulime was not a sadist. But she was a woman of action, and she loved to see that her actions had some sort of impact. The crowd cheered as Zulime completed the move, ready to see what the Riverboat Queen would do from the advantageous position that she had earned for herself.

Advantageous, thanks to the fact that she could see Caroline's panties. That made the Cajun girl smile a bit. For a woman who was as modest as Caroline, it must have been mortifying to accidentally have your skirt revealed. Zulime would wrestle naked if the opportunity presented herself, but she still understood what it was like to have something revealed that should have stayed private. She looked down and caught a glimpse.

Unfortunately, while she was looking down, Caroline was moving. A kick slammed into her knee causing her to grunt in pain. She clutched her own knee, which gave her an idea.

If Caroline's leg was still out there, she would try and grab it and hold it in place. She had seen other women do figure four leg locks before. The Cajun girl was not entirely sure she knew all of the intricacies of the move, but she was enthusiastic about it and quick. And if that didn't help her out as much as she would like, she could always rely on her overwhelming strength to make sure that the move came off as she intended it to.