Zulime Lafitte vs. Natasha Loclear

Win only via verbal submission. Both contestants start naked. Fight to take place in a room that is covered in oil.

Zulime preferred to be naked only in the most private of settings. A few times in the Louisiana backwoods, a competitor deprived her of her top, but that was only on the rarest of occasions and earned the unholy fury of the Riverboat Queen. But tonight, she was willing to relax her standards a little bit. There had been very few opportunities like this afforded to her in her life: an evening with a hentai champion. The Cajun girl would have taken someone proposing such a match only a scant few years ago as a grievous insult, but now was a different story. She didn't know if she had acclimated to Tokyo, or if Tokyo had acclimated to her.

When she emerged from her dressing room, she pondered on the fact that for tonight it would be more similar to an undressing room. That made her smile a bit as she navigated the AFW hallways towards the room where the match was going to take place. Someone had provided her a towel, presumably so that she could wear it to the oil room and maintain some secrets, but Zulime was not interested. She walked to the meeting spot totally naked. Her curvy body and her brazen attitude earned her more than a few looks of the other people walking the halls, but Zulime just smiled. It was nice to be the center of attention.

She opened the door, and stepped inside. There would be no fanfare, as it was only the room and the oil. She walked to the far wall, letting the oil bless her feet. The Riverboat Queen enjoyed the sensation on her feet, and wondered what it would be like when it was all over her body. Or better yet, all over Natasha's body. Rain was one of the prettiest women here, and tonight she was going to have to make her cum so hard that she submitted to Zulime. The Cajun girl was confident that she could pull it off. It would be quite the mountain to climb, but if anyone in the world was self-assured enough to believe that she could pull it off, it was Zulime.

Let's make it rain, she thought.

Natasha had often questioned why the dressing rooms were down the hall from the private match rooms, especially when so many of the matches that made use of these rooms were hentai division matches. She had gotten a good number of different answers but at the end of the day she felt it was just so the staff could get peeks at the beautiful women of the Friction Hentai division. As if they didn't get enough of a peek at them when they were going at it inside the ring but oh well, it wasn't as if most of the other ladies weren't fine with showing themselves off on the way to their matches anyways. Natasha normally counted herself amongst that number but for today she left the dressing room wearing a large towel that wrapped around her curvacious figure a couple times.

She noticed a number of people just standing around in the halls as she made her way towards her assigned room and it seemed to her they had been waiting for her, looking a tad disappointed at the sight of the towel. Natasha winked at these loiterers as she passed them by, taking their presence as a sign that her opponent for this match, Zulime, had already made her way through here. Having seen one naked or nearly naked women, she was curious to see the sort Zulime was, the staff lucky enough to get a look at her had decided to wait around for whomever she was facing and Natasha couldn't blame them though that didn't mean she didn't enjoy teasing them. The old pretending her towel was slipping trick never quite getting old. Luckily it didn't take too long to find her the room assigned for her match and feeling playful after all the teasing on the way there Natasha knocked on the door.

"Housekeeping!" She called out with such a heavy french accent she might as well have been speaking french as well. Opening the door she found Zulime, completely naked without a towel in sight which spoke volumes about the kind of woman she was. "Oh my seems I misplaced my maid uniform, only proper thing to do is to join you then." More of the fench maid act as Natasha pulled off her towel and tossed it out the door before closing it with her foot, giving one particularly lucky staff member a perfect view of her backside before the door slammed shut.

"So the cajun and the frenchwoman walk into a room of oil..." Natasha started to speak, with just a light touch of her native french accent now, as she walked further into the room, moving slowly as to avoid slipping in the oil and ruining her first impression. Her breasts lightly swayed as did her hips with every step she took, Natasha strolling right over to the center of the room before she crouched down and ran her hand along the oiled floor. "and roll around until someone cries out in submission." Natasha looked up at Zulime while running her hand along her breasts to give them a coat of the warm oil, quite enjoying the feeling herself for she was blushing as she rose back up.

Zulime smiled a bit. Housekeeping. Classic. Before she saw who it was, she knew, given the French accent and the playfulness. The Riverboat Queen was smiling from ear to ear now, and she could not quite tell if it was what was hitting her ears or what was hitting her eyes. When Natasha dropped her towel, it was only with the greatest restraint that she did not openly salivate at the sight of the French woman. She watched as Natasha swayed and moved into the room. The Riverboat Queen did not find any need to conceal how much she wanted Natasha. Hell, that was half of the point of the match, in her opinion.

"Sounds like the beginnin' of a joke. I assure you, this ain't gonna be a joke." Zulime stopped gawking for a bit, and threw her hair back. Natasha was one of the best hentai fighters that the federation had ever seen, and she knew that if she were not confident in her own abilities she was a loser, for sure. So Zulime used her skills as an actress to stand tall and put her hands on her hips. This time, when she looked Natasha up and down, it was with the intent to size her up, not as a woman, but as an opponent. Zulime was good with her fingers, and she would have to be if she wanted to come out of this with a win.

She slowly approached Natasha. Just as the blue haired woman had done, her steps were measured. The Riverboat Queen was a dignified woman and she would not suffer to fall face first into the oil in front of the woman. As she was walking, she bent down to scoop up some oil just as the French woman did. But instead of rubbing it on her large chest, she rubbed it on her large thighs and wide hips. It felt good on her skin. Her body shined that little bit brighter in the light of the room, and she saw out of the corner of her eye one of the cameras tracking her every move. She wondered how it looked to all the people at home, two women ready to embrace each other.

"So shall we begin? Or do you wanna look at my pretty face for the rest o' the evenin'?" Zulime's smile was back. This time, it was not the giddy smile she had on earlier. This one was a more knowing one, a slightly more serious one. And her seriousness was conveyed even better by the fact that she was slightly tilting her head, and her breasts brushed against Natasha's...

"Oh don't mind me, just musing out loud is all. Believe me, looking at you and all this oil I can tell I am in for quite the experience tonight...as are you believe me." Natasha's eyes narrowed as the last few words passed her lips, the Frenchwoman watching Zulime approach with a raised eyebrow as she wasn't sure exactly what to expect from her. While she might have seemed relaxed with the way she stood the reality was Natasha was wound up like a spring, ready to leap into action if Zulime tried anything she wasn't a fan of. She hadn't always been so suspicious but a few bad apples out of AFW's bunch had left her weary. Fortunately Zulime was thinking along the lines of her as she stepped up right in front of her, a smile on the woman's lips that Natasha found rather enchanting...almost as much as the soft heat she felt coming from the woman's breasts as they brushed up onto her own.

"Well as much as I'd like to say I could just stand here with you, the truth is I wouldn't be able to restrain myself that long." She raised up her hands, palm facing up while she shrugged her shoulders and laughed, each chuckle making her tits jiggle a little against Zulime's pair. Her tone grew serious then. "Lets get started then." And Natasha wasted no time in leaning forward to lock lips with the southern beauty, pushing her tongue into the woman's mouth while her hands reached around to try and grab onto her tight ass despite the oil and pull Zulime firmly up against her for some body on body grinding.

Zulime was aware that there were very many directions that the night might go in, but all of them were sure to be interesting. By many standards, the night was already interesting, given the fact that two sexy and athletic women were brushing up against one another. Zulime was very much aware of her body, and she was becoming more aware of Natasha's body as well. Every slight movement that the laugh made caused Zulime's own voluptuous bust to jiggle as well, a sensation that Zulime found quite pleasing. She bent her head down, to focus a little bit more. "Interestin' sure is one way to put it."

Zulime steeled herself a bit. "Ready when you a----" Before Zulime had a chance to complete her idea and finish it off with a suga, Natasha had grabbed her and embraced her completely. Her brown eyes went wide with shock as Natasha not only kissed her but introduced quite a bit of tongue, causing Zulime to shudder just a bit. That shudder became a little bit more energetic when Zulime grabbed Zulime's thick and curvy rear. The Riverboat Queen said that she was ready, but she was not sure that she was quite ready for this.

But like all good jazz artists, Zulime was adept at thinking on her feet. Instead of grabbing Natasha's rear, Zulime went for Natasha's breasts. She would be touching her own breasts a little bit, but that was fine. She played with Natasha's ample chest in the palms of her hands, kissing back with her own tongue. The moans that she through in were more for her own benefit than Natasha's.

Once the two of them got to rolling around on the floor Natasha knew it would become rather difficult to get a good grip on the enchanting Zulime so she was going to make the ost of these opening moments, to feel the woman's silky skin as well as the firm muscles that laid beneath her generous curves. Getting herself two handfuls of Zulime's rear Natasha pulled the woman against her, showing her just how eager she was with their first kiss, lips locked firmly together while tongues danced about within their mouths...she tasted rather intoxicating. The shudder she felt from the foreign beauty told her everything she wanted to know about Zulime, particularly how much she was into this already. A good thing too, it meant they were both on the same page so far.

Zulime didn't just mirror her as she would have if she wasn't experienced in these sorts of things, showing she could still think for herself as her hands sought out Natasha's tits instead. She purred into their kiss as those nimble fingers sunk into her chest, Natasha wanting more so she slid one hand up the woman's back to hug her upper body more tightly against her own. Pressing and rubbing with Zulime, the Frenchwoman would move to the next natural step and bring their hips more closely together, letting their lower lips kiss as well.

"How do I feel?" Natasha giggled after breaking off the kiss both to catch her own breath and to tease Zulime even further with a quick lick to the woman's cheek. Her hand squeezing Zulime's ass would try to guide her to better grind their crotches in slow circles, Natasha bucking her hips now and again just to spice it up all the more.

In preparation for the match, Zulime had watched quite a few of Natasha's matches. Some of it was rather self-indulgent, to say the least, but Zulime wanted to get a feel for how the blue-haired woman would behave in the ring, or in her present case, in a room filled with oil. The Riverboat Queen thought she understood what Natasha was all about just by watching, but it was another matter altogether when she was right there with her. Natasha embraced her upper body, causing Zulime's large chest to mushroom against Natasha's. The sensation was a very pleasant one, and Zulime was seeing why Natasha was so highly regarded in the federation.

And then she felt it. The Riverboat Queen let out a moan of pleasure when their sexes brushed up against one another, but managed to stifle it when Natasha started rotating. The Riverboat Queen was having herself a grand old time, but she did not want to tip her hand this early. Zulime managed to keep the pleasure at bay by squeezing her fists and rolling along with Natasha, looking deep into her blue eyes as she did so.

"You ain't half bad..." Zulime said with a flicker of mischief in her eye. "But I think I can't be the only one who's havin' fun..." Zulime's time as a pianist gave her an impeccable sense of timing, and she waited for just the right moment in Natasha's gyration to slip her hand in. Another skill that her time at the keys gave her was terribly dextrous fingers, which Zulime used to start working Natasha's more private pair of lips.

"Why thank you and by all means lets share in the pleasure." The soft smile on the lips of the Frenchwoman grew further at the sight of the glint in Zulime's eyes, it was the same one she often saw in her favorite matches from the past. A good sign that she was going to enjoy herself with Zulime. She tugged on the woman's ass to better feel her sex upon her own but in the brief moment after, when their hips seperated and before Natasha could pull her back in, Zulime saw an opening and slipped a hand in between them. Natasha trapped said hand between their bodies but it was already right where Zulime wanted it and her fingers were quick to get to work.

Her excited giggling could be heard outside the door to the room where a referee was waiting to officially call the match, the woman blushing at the sounds she was hearing coming from the blunette. Inside the room Natasha returned to the kiss both out of desire for another taste of Zulime but also to moan into her mouth, letting her feel them as well as hear the now muffled noises. Her fingers were nimble, dancing about her lips with a well practiced grace that had Natasha melting against her, rubbing up against her even more fervently than before while the hand on Zulime's back went lower to give the woman several good smacks on the rear!

For a second, Zulime forgot that a match was even taking place. They were just two women, embracing in a mutual love of all things erotic, entangled by snares set long ago by amorous and voyeuristic gods. The Riverboat Queen was offering both of them up as a sacrifice before the altar of the human body, letting herself be carried away by her pounding heart and lustful desires. Natasha's offer would be taken up, and with much gusto. It did not take a whole lot of cajoling to get the Cajun girl in a lovely mood, and Zulime's fingers worked that little bit harder just to see what sort of wonderful noises she could get Natasha to make.

The sounds of two bodies in lust were punctuated by a few smacks on Zulime's rear, which only made the Riverboat Queen want it all the more. Natasha returned the kiss, which Zulime reciprocated with much lust in her heart. Only, she was not going to stop there. She started kissing down the side of Natasha face and down to her neck. Her own arm was trapped between their two bodies, becoming further ensconsed when Zulime thrust her hips forward. It was not a conscious move, she didn't think. It was just that her body was taking over, and her body had wishes that her mind could not quite figure out.

Natasha had often told those who asked her for hentai division advice one simple truth she had learned during her career, while making another cum was an artform all on its own it was nothing compared to resisting your own primal urges. It was all too easy to lose oneself in the heat of the moment and in a match one second was all it took for momentum to shift in the other direction. Natasha let out a long groan of need right into the ear of Zulime, her lips immediately after wrapping around the ear lobe and suckiing greedily. All to keep her occupied with pleasure while Natasha slipped her right foot back behind the woman, setting her up for the hard shove that would come out of nowhere to put the woman flat on her back!

Course Natasha would come along for the ride, if they went down as she intended her breasts would slam down on top of Zulime's rack in a big splash. That was literaly too as oil would splash up onto them both during the fall, their skin glistening under the room's lights.