Laser Room match: GOLDFINGER vs. Julie

On various streams all around the globe, the darkness would finally give room to the broadcasting of the latest AFW matchup, painting for the spectators in golden and red letters:

GOLDFINGER vs Julie
Laser Room Match
Apartment match
Wining condition: When one woman manages to tie the other with all limbs against the bedposts, a red laser beam appears and begins to move in the direction of the tied woman. If her womanhood is illuminated by it, the match is over.

The donkey always names itself first. That was an old saying to exemplify hat manners were very important, and GOLDFINGER was certainly a woman of sophisticated manners. Not in a boastful and pompous way like for example Miss Bettencourt, but she certainly knew how to behave. Of course this did in no way mean that she would allow her next victim to be named before her when the match including its rules were announced to the people watching the live feed or later the conserve. And yes, she was thinking in terms of her next VICTIM, not her next opponent. Her ego was at least as big as the titanic bed that dominated the very generous apartment she would seduce the next lucky girl in that had been pitted against her.

Smiling in satisfaction, she would enter the room in her golden robe, this time without her valet, and put her arms outward while turning in a 360° so that everyone could take a good look at her ravishing yet still hidden figure she would unravel soon. There was no audience to cater too that could have the audacity to talk to her, the room was only hers and that of her victim.

Crossing her arms in front of her considerable bust, she would take a look on the monitor that would be part of the stream equipment as the classic laser room scene was about to be played when her victim would arrive sooner or later.

This was going to be interesting. Very interesting.

And a little bit anxious and nerve-racking too. But that was just part of the name of the game. You always had to try things for the first time, no matter how uneasy they would make you feel. After all, if you got lucky, maybe they could end up making you feel exstatic in the end.

That was Julie O'Reilly's mindset right before she was about to knock on a door. Door, behind which were hidden all the answers for questions still unanswered regarding the match she was about to have tonight.

So what did Julie know? Not much. Only thing she knew was that she was going to have her first private bedroom match tonight.

And how had she ended up in one of those? Now, that was a good question, even on Julie's opinion. The easy answer was, that the management had suggested her one. And she had, obviously, accepted.

The more difficult answer touched upon the question of why had the management suggested her such a match in the first place. It may had, or may had not had something to do with her slipping about her secret desire of having one on a couple of occasions. But if you asked Julie, that fact was totally irrelevant.

The biggest question that she did not know the answer for was who was going to be her opponent. For some reason, there seemed to be an air of mystery surrounding it. But then again, maybe she was just reading too much into things...

Besides, it was time to find out about it. Knowing that her opponent would be waiting for her in the private apartment, the Irish redhead wearing a red robe on top of her usual wrestling attire finally knocked on the door, expecting her mystery opponent to come opening it for her.

It did not took long to wait for Goldfinger as Julie knocked on the door. At irst she thought that whoever there was behind that door was just polite and knocked before entering, but nobody actually came in. She raised one of her gilded eyebrows. What was this supposed to mean? Was she the door opener for her opponent now? The thought alone was both outrageous and hilarious at once. Finally she decided which of the two it was and concluded that her opponent understandably did not dare to enter and would need a little encouragement.

Suddenly in a good mood, she would open the door, grab whoever her opponent was at the wrist and twist her around until she hugged her from behind so that both could look at the screen with the laser room scene which was on a loop.
“Hey there.“
She began with her deep yet quite feminine voice.

Julie was a little bit nervous, so the period of silence after knocking on the door was rather unnerving. Why did no one come to open the door? Was there anyone actually inside? Was she even at the right door? Should she knock again?

Right before deciding on 'yes' for her last question, the door finally opened though.... But by whom???

Before Julie could figure out any answer to that question, or frankly, before she could even comprehend at all what she was seeing, she was already grabbed by her wrist and twisted around, the door slamming shut behind her as she eventually became trapped in an embrace from the mystery person behind her, and the odd apartment and something that looked like a big screen with a movie scene unfolding infront of her eyes.

To say that by this point Julie was baffled, confused and amazed would have been an understatement.

Who was the person behind her? She hadn't seen basically anything else, but...gold?!? And what was this movie scene that was being played in the room, and what on earth had it to do with anything?!?

Needless to say, the Irish girl was still all stratled when the woman behind her chose to voice out a greeting.

"H-hey... Wh-...what's this?"

Julie's voice made it blatantly obvious that she had no idea what was going on, and what she should do. She was too confused to even ask, who the person greeting her exactly was... The only thing she realized was that the arms and fingers wrapped around her were golden, and that fact alone actually made it too scary for the Irish redhead to even try looking backwards towards the mysterious woman...

“I was so hoping that you would realize a classic movie. What a let-down. So let me help you out: It is Goldfinger, a magnificent masterpiece written by the great Ian Fleming himself. It also happens to be my name.“
The bigger girl explained in a soothing, mildly sedating voice while holding the baffled Julie tight in her embrace. Maybe the girl would regain her senses far enough so that Goldfinger could work her a little bit further.
“In this scene, Goldfinger has Bond tied on a table, and a laser is running towards his crown jewels. The scene ends well for Mr. Bond. But you know, history tends not to repeat itself, so you may be not so lucky. Maybe the both of us should read the rules of our soon to come match together?“
She suggested while the rules were blended in over the scene.

Julie's genuine question was promptly provided with some answers. The problem was that those answers mostly just raised even more questions inside the Irish girl's head. Sure, Julie could actually after a brief moment recall that this probably was indeed a famous movie scene. But why was it being played here and now? And what kind of name was Goldfinger for a person?!? Well, probably a very suitable one, as Julie once again realized that the arms and fingers that had captured her in an embrace were indeed golden...

Regarding the movie scene, the mystery woman quickly elaborated. But confusion was still reigning, and it still wasn't too easy for the Irish redhead to comprehend what was actually going on, and what did it mean for her. Was someone going to be tied to a table? And why did the woman compare her to James Bond? And what actually was this place... Was this a trap?

"Y-yes, the rules! That's a good idea!" was pretty much the only thing that Julie managed to stutter out for now. She was very keen to understand more of what was to come, but at the same time she was beginning to realize that being enclosed so tightly in the mystery woman's embrace who was behind her could have actually potentially been quite dangerous.

It was a little bit like in elementary school where a teacher would try to bring some pupils to reading. In many cases, this was as if you wanted to command the wind to blow another way or cause a rock to laugh.

Still nobody could say that GOLDFINGER did not have some sort of patience with somebody who was so good looking as the lovely Julie, so she would try her best and slowest tone with her as if she was speaking with a young girl instead of a young woman when she read the rules with and for her.

“GOLDFINGER vs Julie
Laser Room Match
Apartment match
Wining condition: When one woman manages to tie the other with all limbs against the bedposts, a red laser beam appears and begins to move in the direction of the tied woman. If her womanhood is illuminated by it, the match is over.”

She would read before looking at the screen again with a smirk while holding Julie as tight as before.
“So, please tell me what you have deduced from the text, young lady.“

Wow. When Julie had first heard that she would be having her first private bedroom match, this had most definitely not been the first thing on her mind. Or the second, third, tenth, or umpteenth for that matter. No, this was something totally different. And frankly, Julie didn't know what to think of it.

GOLDFINGER was reading over the rules slowly and clearly, Julie just couldn't figure out from where she was reading them. From the video screen? No. From a wall? She couldn't see any. From off the top of her head? Possibly... But Julie was not one to suggest any foul play, now was she?

Besides, the hold she was being held in was as tight as ever, and becoming disobedient would probably not serve her best interests at all. Thus, maybe choosing her response wisely to Ms. GOLDFINGER's question was a good opportunity of trying to gain some distance between the two?

"Umm... Well... Th-that w-we should probably get onto the bed then, right?" the Irish girl replied with a markedly confused and hesitant voice.

A small sigh ran through the body of the golden lady. AS she haad expected, the youth was not receptive for the kindness and wisdom of their elders. Not that GOLDFINGER was old, though! Just experienced and in the generous position to share her wisdom with a little lamb like Julie was one.

“Alright Julie. If you want to, we can start now. Please give me some semblance of resistance if you can, I am not interested into ragdolls.“
She said with returning passion and a little sense of darker humour before she would attempting walk both girl over to the bedroom, turn Julie around in her arms in a quick rolling motion and then fall into the bed with her.
“Ups, looks like I tripped. So sorry!“

There were many confusing aspects in this situation, but one that was really nagging at the back of Julie's head was the fact that she had yet to see her opponent properly. She wanted to somehow get distance to her in order to finally get a good look at her, and the suggestion to move onto the bed sounded like a good prospect of just that... But no. The woman decided to walk her onto the bed in her tight-as-ever hold. And she even accompanied the little stroll by wishes of Julie providing resistance and not being a ragdoll...which only made the poor girl even more confused.

"Oh... Of course, I... I won't..." Messing up her words as her goal was to proclaim resistance, the Irish girl tried to voice that she didn't intend to be a ragdoll either. But none of her words sounded too convincing at all... Instead, GOLDFINGER easily reached the edge of the bed with her opponent, rolled her over and let the duo fall on the bed. Julie's robe opened in the process, still being partly on but exposing her lingerie-clad front for her opponent to see.

Spoiler:

Julie replied nothing to her opponent's apology. Instead, she was mesmerized by what she was seeing. The woman was indeed all golden! It was an amazing sight...and slowly, the Spunky Irish began to realize the connection between the movie that was shown, and the appearance of her opponent.

"Oh... So... So... You're... You're the... GOLDFINGER?"