Come On Over

Well, that was...interesting. Fun. Really fun.

Pretty much the thought that was on Chloe's mind after just fully laying on her back, letting out a deep sigh. Her own chest heaved up and down, looking at the dim lights in the ceiling. A purple hue added to it, low in terms of lighting with only the candles helping to bring a bit more in terms of illumination. It probably could have been a normal night for the ex-commissioner, after a long day of settling a few deals for her business back in the states, she does her usual routine a few stretches while studying on potential opponents on both Tension and Friction before going to bed. A typical night.

But Chloe wasn't feeling up for a typical night. She figured it was a good time to spice things up a bit.

Time has passed since her match with Moon Sin-Jae, a match that was both absolutely fun and annoyingly frustrating at the same time. The fun part is that Sin proven to be one hell of an opponent, and she had faced the likes of Eliza Harrenwood in Tension. While Eliza may have been very close to being similar to Chloe, even down to the style of fighting that they adopt, there was still something that made Sin edge out from the Dancing Passion in terms of just battling with her. It was hard to pinpoint exactly what this is, but she was drawn to her. The ex-commissioner has faced a lot of taekwondo practitioners in her time, a style that many seem to link to Chloe, but nobody brought a package just like Sin. Hot, a killer body, equally killer skills, and those kicks were picture perfect. That and kicking her around turned Chloe on like a goddamn light bulb.

The frustrating part is the referee that just kept getting in their way. While Chloe knows the importance of fair reffing, the kind of referee that was in their match just kept ruining the flow of it all, stopping matches where it didn't need to be. It was a mess, and it happened on many occasions where she kept thwarting the match at every turn. So in Chloe's mind, she did deserve what she got and said as much when she met the higher-ups about her actions. The ex-commissioner did manage to talk her and Sin out of a suspension and a fine, a mere slap on the wrist since not just the audience wasn't happy with the referee's baffling stoppages, Sin wasn't as well. Just a simple reprimand for attacking an official which hopefully doesn't happen again.

That did give Chloe another reason to get the contact of Moon Sin-Jae, telling her the good news as well as inviting the Korean over to her place down in Tokyo. Besides, Chloe and Sin still had much to talk about, that much she knew. But the blonde also figured that there could be something between them. What that "something" is, she couldn't quite parse just yet, but it is something good. With the way that they worked in tandem in torturing the referee, shared the way they looked at things and enjoyed the same things...there was potential.

And it didn't take long for that potential to be realized.

Which brings to this very moment as Chloe lays on top of the bed, after quite a wild ride with the Korean. She panted, a big smile on her face as she brushed back her golden locks. She didn't have to worry about making noise for any neighbours nearby at her lavish high rise building. Strong walls. Soundproof, more or less. Which helped, considering the kind of...foreplay they had before they reached Chloe's bedroom.

She sighed. A deep sigh. A happy sigh as she bit her lower lip and relishing from an orgasm. Letting her toes curl on the soft silk of her bedsheet.

God, it had been too long since Sin had a good fuck.

She’d never gone too long without one before, had managed to get a steady supply before she came to the AFW. In her experience, it was easy to find if you knew where to look, she had all the right tools and the capacity to use them. She was bold. She was confident. She had the right kind of body that most men and some women went for. Athletic, passionate, and willing. A good combination, all around, and her bed rarely went three nights without someone warming it. Now, whether they enjoyed their time when they got there, that was another matter - her lovers often found her to be a bit too rough, too violent, too aggressive. But that was their problem, not hers, and she wasn’t too keen on repeats, anyway.

But since she’d come to the AFW, her prospects had dried up. Being a public figure made her more known, gave people an idea of what she was like, and told them to stay clear of her if they valued their physical and mental health. That meant she had to get most of her jollies in the ring, or get creative outside of it. Which she could do, yes, but not having all her options was a pain in the ass.

But Chloe, in one night, changed all that.

Sin couldn’t remember the last time she was ‘in sync’ with another, but if that description worked for anyone, it was Chloe. The two of them had a similar love for violence and domination, that was clear in the match. That match had also made it clear there was an attraction, and when Sin was invited to her house - a rarity - well, it wasn’t a surprise how things had turned out.

Sex. Hot, fast, sweaty sex, with someone who could keep up the pace and didn’t complain. This was the sort of thing she longed for, craved, and she was given it in abundance. Chloe was her kind of fuck - giving as good as she got, not letting Sin push her all over, eager and attentive, didn’t need her hand held. It wasn’t hard to get an orgasm going, and then another, and another, and…

Well. The smell alone could tell the story.

Now, she found herself on the bed, laying there with her hair splayed out beneath her naked body. Her clothes were...somewhere. They weren’t in this room, she was fairly sure, but she couldn’t recall where she’d taken them off, or even if she’d taken them off herself. She’d hunt them down. Later.

”Ah. Damn.” She sighed, looking up at the ceiling, her heaving chest sending beats of sweat rolling down the side. ”Not bad. Not bad at all. You’re a pretty good fuck.” She had a little chuckle and reached out to run her hand over Chloe’s side, as she stared up at the ceiling. “For a rich girl, anyway.”

With how Sin had sex, it was as if she hadn't have any action in the bed for like months or years. Chloe wouldn't be too surprised if that was actually true.

Raw, passionate, a clear attraction for one another, something that was undeniable since they had met in that match. The ex-commissioner wasn't complaining at all, like their match, Chloe wasn't just going to let Sin have her way throughout the whole thing. Giving as good as she got, making her moan out like the time Sin was on the receiving end of her kicks. This wasn't like one of her matches where her victim was lucky to get one orgasm out, those juices will be flowing like a river out of Sin's pussy, letting her feel every pang of pleasure, every time she felt the highest of peaks before falling off the cliff and succumbing to the waves of euphoria, absolute Nirvana that she'll experience over and over and over again.

Chloe may not be some sex savant, but she is still good. Damn good.

And it shows. Given that her own bed was soaked in sweat and juices, Sin can attest to that. She even admitted as such, both staring at the ceiling above with the purple lights illuminating over. "Mmm... You're not bad either." She felt that hand on her side and her curves. Age may be creeping up on her, but she still got a good body, good style, and is still able to turn heads, attracting those younger than she is. She was still sexy, and she carried herself that way, selling the whole package well.

"For a rich girl, eh?" She chuckled as she turned her head towards Sin. Her golden locks flowing behind her like a Halo on her head. "I can guess that you also gonna say that I fight well...for a rich girl." Grinning as she layer on her side, letting her finger trail along the valleys that are her breasts before flicking at her nipple.

Sin took a moment to look around, appreciating the layout of the room. She’d never cared that much for opulence in her life - she wasn’t unused to it, growing up fairly well-to-do, but she’d spent far too much time training and fighting and fucking to really induldge. It was the lifestyle she was born into, but not the one she would’ve chosen.

But this - the softness, the decadence, the glow - it was nice. Like a rare treat. Not something she wanted all the time, but tonight, here and now, she’d take her fill.

Sin didn’t respond to Chloe right away, instead taking the moment to stretch out along the covers. Her muscles surged and swelled as she arched her back and groaned, still fighting off some of the pain from that match - even with the interruptions, it had been one of the rougher affairs she’d ever been in. They would definitely have to work on getting another match - hardcore, this time. But she wasn’t in any hurry for that. For once, she was more than happy to just bask and laze about. There’d be a right time.

”I could say that...” She rolled off the bed and flopped to the floor - a nice, soft carpet. She took a moment to let her naked body enjoy the feeling, then continued her stretched, bringing her legs about for a wide split as she laid there. Her muscles clicked and cracked, good feelings all around.

”...but it wouldn’t be true. You’re pretty good - not as good as me, but good. Where’d you pick up all that?”

Whilst both would actually be born with very well off parents, it was funny to see how completely different both those two women are, two sides of the same coin. As if anything could have happened that would cause them to live out each other's lives but that is how it played out. And it wasn't as if Chloe didn't work for it all. Everything she fought for. Including victory.

Something which must be rectified considering their match ended in a no contest. But there was no hurry for that.

Right now, they were both enjoying the moment, Sin taking her fill of the life of luxury that she left behind while Chloe relaxed on her own bed. Most of the sores and aches from that match had subsided but some still remain, but not to hinder sex between them. Enough to entertain a woman who fucked like a beast in heat.

The ex-commissioner heard a body fell onto the carpet, rolling into the other side, laying on the edge on her side. "And what you just said is true?" She let out a slight chuckle at that. "Coming from someone who was about to have her head stomped through the canvas - but got saved by the ref - I can't say I agree with that." Resting on her elbow, her hand propping up her head as she watches Sin stretch. Great flexibility, something she experienced and knows first hand.

"Let's just say I had many...'teachers' that had helped me develop my own kind of style. Willingly or unwillingly." Leaving that part rather ambiguous for now. "Running my own league slowed things down a bit... before I'd leave it all."

”Pfft.” Sin waved away the little taunt - or an attempt of one - that Chloe made. ”I’ve had way worse than that before. Wouldn’t have kept me down for long.”

Of course, that was a fucking lie, no doubt. She’d been in plenty of fights, and some of them had been closer than others, sure, but she couldn’t remember one that came so damn close to her losing teeth on the mat. Chloe had pushed her in ways that she hadn’t been pushed in a long time and wouldn't likely be pushed again, and if they’d gone all out, Sin couldn’t say for sure that she would’ve won. She would say the smart money was on her, but there was no way she’d pin it at a 100% chance.

But there was absolutely no way she was going to give Chloe the satisfaction of knowing that. She liked her, but she didn’t like her that much.

”Unwilling, huh?” That word brought a sly smirk across Sin’s lips and struck a curious spark in her head. She wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that, but she was intrigued, wanted to know where she was going on that. She had her own ideas…

...but they were sidetracked when the last part came out. Sin sat up and rose to her knees, getting just high enough to bring her head above the bed and plop her elbows down on top as she leaned over. ”Say what, now?” She canted her head to the side. ”You...ran your own league? Wrestling?”

"Well I did hope not. I can have my fun shoving my foot down your throat, sure, but an unconscious victim can't really worship them as well as a fully conscious one." Remaining in the belief that she certainly would have put her down and hard if that referee did not intervene. It would have been perfect. Probably wouldn't actually be as her exaggerated claims suggested but pretty damn close in terms of finishing off her foe like that.

But that would ignore the time Sin was close to having her way with Chloe way earlier into the match, only for the referee to save her from such a fate. A point in time that the ex-commissioner would prefer to ignore. Even she can't deny that a battle with both of them going all out, without any interference whatsoever, could go either way. Moon Sin-Jae could have destroyed Chloe Mason. Chloe Mason could have done the same to Moon Sin-Jae.

Perhaps that's what makes things interesting...

Chloe would answer to Sin's curiosity on how she picked up the skills that she has, varied as they may be. Lots of people have been placed in her life to get better, each and every one of them serving to better herself and be used as a stepping stone. Bringing back a few victims back to use as her own sandbag or prisoner of war. Of course, that is usually before she claims ownership from them, a stipulation that they soon regret once they fall unconscious underneath something which could be considered soft, sexy, perfect even to some.

Of course, part of that answer meant revealing a bit of her past life, which surprisingly grabbed Sin's attention all of a sudden.

"Used to." She pointed out. "But yes, I did ran my own league. Wrestling, Boxing, Kickboxing, Sexfights too. Was it's commissioner throughout its growth. Turned something that started as a small, nomadic league into a massive federation in the States." A wistful smile appeared on her lips as she turned to lay on her back. "But I left."

”Yeah, that’s true. Sleeping beauties are not. I wouldn’t have shoved my foot down your throat, though - would’ve found a better hole for that.” Sin sighed, remembering some of her more difficult moments when it came to conscious foes. It could be a tricky tightrope to walk, especially when she got carried away and lost in the moment. It didn’t really take too much effort to knock out someone if you knew how to hit them - a good kick to the skull could do it, and you didn’t even have to be all that hard with it. Then they went out, and if you were lucky they woke up quick. But if not, you could be standing around for minutes until they came to and the real fun began. Such a bother.

You could stick to the body blows, but that wasn’t nearly as fun, not for a whole match. Tricky stuff.

She put those thoughts aside for now, though, focusing on what Chloe was telling her about where she came from, her history in the United States. Assuming she wasn’t full of shit, she came off like a big deal, like she’d been running the American equivalent of the AFW. Sin hadn’t heard of it, but that wasn’t too surprising, really. She tended to pay attention to little that didn’t involve her, and she had no interest in watching others fight when she could’ve been doing that herself.

Her curiosity was definitely piqued now, though, which was rare for anything that didn’t directly involve violence. Best to press on, get a little more info. ”So, let me guess - it went tits up, huh? And now you’re here.” Sin chuckled and threw her head back as she leaned against the bed. ”If you can’t beat them…”

“Should have, would have, could have.” She shrugged her shoulders. Unlike Sin, Chloe had much practice in prolonging one’s torture after her matches. Strikes need to be used rather carefully, knowing just the right amount of power and force just to deal enough damage to a foe, enough for them to still be conscious but cognizant enough to still feel it. People blacking out due to pain, it was indeed such a bother. Not everyone is like the bodyguards that Chloe walks with to the ring after all. Some can take it and some can’t.

Though for now, the focus isn’t more on that but on Chloe and her origins. True, someone of her own background and the kind of federation she had run seems a bit too good to be true, but it wasn’t as if the blonde needed to flex or to make something up like that. There are archive videos with her face on it so she definitely had the proof to back it up. Good thing she was in her place and could bring it up should Sin actually care for proof. But for now, the Korean was hooked and just had to press for more.

“I’d forgive you for thinking as such…but you’d be wrong.” Something she has to clear up before she goes into the actual reason. She pushed up into a sitting position on the bed, looking down at Sin. “No, I left because I was simply bored with it. Well, partly that, but a bit of controversy sort of happened on my part. Not the kind you’d think, by the way.”

“I’ve been its commissioner for years but had one group of troublemakers ever since. The kind that terrorises the locker rooms and causes problems within the league. I could have kicked them out but they were the type that brought in ratings. Doesn’t help that the leader of that group was the champion. Over time he’d soon start making my life hell, purposely injuring female stars and attacking some of the audience. So I got fed up and decided to take matters into my own hands. I challenged him, he confidently put his belt on the line but I had to beat him and his cronies. If I do win, they are fired, I get. If they win, they stay. Long story short, they soon realised that I wasn’t some weakling that could barely push a pencil. Made them all my bitch and added a teeny stipulation that he didn’t catch before signing the contract. They all became my property when I win. You might have seen a few around as security.”

“So I became its champion, got a nice couple of slaves, things seem good. That is until my dad got involved. He didn’t have much of a problem with how I was running things before but to him, I broke something of a cardinal sin with my family. ‘You can be a fighting champion. You can be the best commissioner and booker. But you can never be both’. So I was given an ultimatum. Either I relinquish the belt and stop fighting or I relinquish my role as commissioner.” She sighed as she looked up at the ceiling. “I’m sure you could figure out which one I picked.”

Sin had to admit, when she stepped in the ring with Chloe, she hadn’t fathomed that she was coming across such a…’unique’ individual.

How many wrestlers could ever say that the were former commissioners? How many had ever taken on their own wrestlers? How many had ever made them their slaves? How many had ever taken their titles? How many had effectively became the #1 in their league in multiple ways, totally dominated the division they were supposed to be overseeing?

Few, Sin would be. Yeah, ‘unique’ was the right word.

While she was never much for story time, Sin listened with rapt attention as Chloe laid it all. A small part of her was expecting some of this to be bullshit, but if that was the card she was playing, then she did an excellent job of keeping it hidden. It all came off as genuine, real, like this was an actual event that had taken place, and yeah, the piece did fit, more or less. The AFW paid well, but not this damn well, and there were only a small handful of wrestlers who had - or even wanted - a security force hanging around them. Chloe didn’t have any reason to bullshit her, anyway.

But that gave her an idea. ”Some of them are your bitches, huh? Prove it.” She leaned back against the bed and curled a few stray hairs around her finger. ”Call one of them in here. Have a little fun. Show me.”