Bullets & Bellydances - Lamya Kouri v. Brooke Betancourt - Hentai Match

Hentai Match: The wrestler to make her opponent orgasm first wins the match.

"Before I go out there, let me get this straight one more time." Brooke was confused. AFW wasn't anywhere near normal, so the sheer averageness of this situation was almost bewildering. "While getting coffee with Lily, you two booked me and this Lamya girl for a sexfight, and you bet on the outcome? With your next 'meeting place' as a wager?" Okay, so maybe the situation wasn't quite normal, but compared to some of the other drama she'd heard of across AFW, it was relatively pedestrian.

"Yes, that about sums it up." She'd already gone over this story with her manager, Christina, and her teammates, so of course, Brooke already knew the answer to her question. Unfortunately for the young doctor, said answer only opened up more questions.

"... So you're using me to flirt with Lily?" She didn't actually feel used, but it was fun to prod at her manager nonetheless.

"No, I am furthering your career while networking with a worthwhile resource." Christina shrugged. The slight blush dusting her face betrayed her true answer, though, and Brooke couldn't believe that Christina was trying to pass this off the way she was. "You were the first wrestler I signed, Lamya was the first that Lily signed. We are friends, but this was a match that basically set itself up. That's all there is to it."

"You let her play footsie with you!"

And to that, Dr. Christina Morgenstern had no response, save to blanch and then blush intensely. She simply turned away and shook her head, all the while mumbling something about it being Brooke's turn to enter the ring.

Brooke rolled her eyes with a giggle and turned towards the entrance ramp. With her entrance music playing throughout the arena, Brooke allowed another satisfied smile to rise on her lips. This was to be her second match here at AFW, another hentai match with a girl that Christina assured her would be a fun matchup. Still, a light pink shaded itself beneath Brooke's freckles as she did her standard catwalk down the ramp; she didn't think she'd ever get used to the idea that her job was to wrestle and have sex with other women. It was a lot of hard work, sure, but it definitely had its benefits... many of which, she was sure, she'd come to experience over the next half hour or so.

Brooke's Entrance Theme - Ready Aim Fire:

She'd picked a set of simple black lingerie for this match, nothing that she'd wear specifically to a lingerie or even a bedroom match, but good enough to get the wolf whistles cascading through the crowd. As she stooped down low to swing between the ropes, she made sure to give a cute little wiggle of her ass to a nearby camera before stepping confidently to her corner of the ring. Man, her confidence really had gone up recently, hadn't it?

Maybe she could get used to this after all.

Brooke's Match Attire:

While Brooke made her entrance Lamya and Lily watched her on a monitor in the wings to the opposite side from where the other girl had been waiting. Lamya watched her opponent strut in, silently appraising her as she wrestled with the butterflies in her stomach. She'd only had a handful of matches before their hiatus and none since, and then only one had been a hentai match... which she'd lost terribly. To say she was nervous was an understatement.

"So, a pretty girl said she'd go out with you if I win this match, and now we're here. Yes?" Lamya asked incredulously, not taking her eyes off of Brooke's form.

Lily laughed softly, "Not exactly, but close enough. Besides, we're not really in a position to turn down a lot of matches. Just go out and there and try to have fun... just not too much fun. Have a controlled and professional amount of fun."

The Kuwaiti lofted a dark brow and gave Lily a smirk and a side-eye, "Have professional fun, got it... A stage hand waved Lamya forwards, "That's my cue. Wish me luck." Without waiting for her manager's regards she kissed Lily on the cheek and scurried out onto the ramp.

The arena went dark, hiding her appearance as the first beats of the music began. The screen at the top of the ramp lit up revealing Lamya's silhouette as she performed a sort of stop motion belly dance until her music picked up.

Lamya's Entrance Music:

Dressed in a tight purple halter top and a pair of sheer sirwal she swished and danced her way down the ramp, not making eye contact with the audience as she went. This was mostly out of nerves, but she was told that it gave her a haughty and imperious look. Yes, she thought, let them feast their eyes on me but I won't deign to grace them with my attention. Instead her eyes were fixed on Brooke, as she shimmied and shook her way to the apron. Lightly she hopped up to sit on the edge of the ring, shifting into a full split before sliding herself beneath the bottom rope to the delight of the crowd. Finally on the inside she slid up onto her knees, pausing a moment to stare intently at her opponent, before rising to her feet and taking her corner.

Lamya's Attire:

Brooke was bouncing against her corner ringpost, fidgeting away nervously to pass the time, when the lights went out in the arena. Immediately, she turned to a member of the AFW ringside crew, slight concern and panic written on her face. She was just about to ask what was going on, whether she should evacuate or just wait it out, when the ramp-side screen came to life. The sudden flash of light assured Brooke that the power hadn't gone out completely, but  So Brooke turned around to look towards the ramp and-

"Ah!"

And she squeaked.

Because Lamya was looking right at her, the Kuwaiti Kawaii's smoldering eyes burning a field of red right onto Brooke's freckled cheeks. Brooke froze with her mouth open in a perpetual gasp, unable to look away. For most of the crowd, her reaction to her opponent must have been a bad sign, as it immediately revealed just how attractive she found Lamya to be. Luckily (and hopefully), their conclusions ended there, because almost immediately, Brooke's mind danced with images of what she and Lamya were about to do to each other, to do with each other.

Making the process of calming herself down even more difficult was the way that Lamya proceeded down the ramp, sashaying all the way towards the ring with a sensual flair. The Kuwaiti's eyes remained locked onto Brooke, and with each passing second, the American's blush grew deeper and deeper. Her moves were teasing, carrying with them the promise of more to come. Then she hopped onto the apron. Her opponent hit the splits just right, and-

"Eep!"

And Brooke squeaked again. Because of course she did. When Lamya went to her corner, Brooke just kept her gaze for a few seconds before finally realizing that she should probably talk to the girl that she was about to sexfight. Shaking herself out of her stupor, Brooke walked to the center of the ring.

"U-Um, hi, Lamya! I'm Brooke... You're, uh, one of Ms. Bell's wrestlers, right?" Brooke greeted her opponent with a sheepish grin and a wave. As often as she'd hooked up with girls in the past, she never got any less nervous around them. She sighed, giggling nervously despite herself. "You're... really pretty."

Lamya's dark eyes drank Brooke in as they stood across from one another, doing her best to appear aloof and indifferent to the scantly clad beauty. Her heart was racing with nervous anticipation and the immense butterflies in her stomach made her feel a little queasy. She hoped her jitters didn't show, and she hoped that they would clear by the time the match got started. And then she saw Brooke bashfully step from her corner reminding her that she would actually have to talk to this woman before the sexfight began.

Swallowing down her nerves she moved up to meet her, one hand on her hip and her chin held up in a haughty expression. When Brooke spoke, her own nervousness obvious and honest, Lamya's cheeks flushed slightly and her heart melted. Oh no, she's adorable... A momentary look of panic flashed across her eyes, should she maintain her heel act for the crowd? Would Brooke think she was actually a jerk?

Crossing her arms beneath her breasts she screwed up her face into a scowl and leaned in towards Brooke in as menacing a fashion as the petite girl could manage. But her voice lacked the venom of her body language, speaking quietly and sweetly, "You are very pretty as well. And I hope we can both enjoy this match... but I'm going to have to be mean to you now."

Snapping upright she turned on a heel with a toss of her hair and strutted back to her corner to await the bell. With any luck the crowd would think she was talking smack and not breaking character to apologize for her character. It wasn't easy being a villain but also very soft.

Brooke blinked at her opponent's words. "E-Eh? Mean...?" What did she mean by that? The way she said it was so... not mean, though, despite her attitude throughout most of this pre-match period. Wait. Did Lamya have some kind of in-ring gimmick...? Granted, she clearly did have something like that, given how her entrance and attire were based on her ethnic and cultural origin, but was her aloofness a part of that too?

I wonder if she can keep that gimmick going once we get down and dirty... The thought brought another sheepish smile to Brooke's face as she backed towards her corner. Whatever the case was, Lamya was cute as a button, and Brooke couldn't wait to get her hands on her.

When the bell rang, Brooke found her game face returning to her. Pretty opponent or not, Brooke was a perfectly willing competitor. Her heart carried hope and fire in equal spades, and she was going to do her best to not let Lamya's slim curves and sweet face take that away from her. As she crouched down and approached Lamya in a low athletic stance, she clapped her hands together loudly.

"I can take whatever meanness you're gonna throw at me, Lamya! B-Bring it!" she called out, cursing her attraction to Lamya for ruining her super-cool start.

Lamya could feel her heart pounding in her chest, flustered or just jitters she wasn't sure. Brooke was very cute and no matter how this match went they were about to get to know each other much better. As to whether Lamya could maintain her heel persona in the heat of the match, well they were both about to find out. Her hands reached out to rest on the ropes to either side of her corner as she waited the bell to ring.

When they were finally let loose Lamya did not take a low stance like most fighters would, but kept her posture upright and her chin high in the same haughty air. On light steps she strutted out to meet her opponent before... reaching out to try grabbing the girl by the back of the head and pulling her into a forceful and passionate kiss. It wasn't exactly mean, but she really wanted to do it and she hoped that it was something her opponent wasn't quite ready for.

When the match started, Brooke simply watched as her opponent airily walked across the canvas, stepping towards her with that same aloofness that she'd been displaying this whole time. Brooke took one step forward, only stopped by Lamya's grip at the back of her hair. And then she was promptly kissed -- deeply and passionately -- by her opponent!

Brooke's brain all but short circuited, only saved from a total collapse by her sudden focus on the girl in front of her. "Mmrrh...!" All she could do at first was let out a short squeal of surprise. "Hm -- haaah..." Then a brief, whining moan that turned into a longer one as Brooke just barely pulled away, her lips just barely ghosting over Lamya's.

Brooke's eyes, already glazed over with desire, flicked up to meet those of her opponent before she practically shoved her lips back onto Lamya's! Pretty girls like this always had a way of leaving her breathless. Of taking her bubbly, spunky mind and drowning it in want until all that was left was a puppet on a string.

But this was still a match. And Brooke wanted to win -- it just so happened that making out with Lamya was the best way to do that for now. That, as well as slipping her foot behind Lamya's ankle and attempting to push her back-first towards the mat!

Lamya had a cunning plan in mind, to distract Brooke with an assertive kiss and while she was so stunned to trip her down to the mat. She had lingered a bit too long on the first part of her strategy, indulging herself until Brooke broke the kiss and launched her own lip-based offensive. For a moment she felt her muscles melt as a lurid moan bubbled up inside of her. Internally she scolded herself to focus but a second too late, the girl had hooked her leg and sent her tripping backwards to sprawl out on her back. Embarrassingly the exact thing she'd intended to do to Brooke!

Breathless and surprised Lamya stared up at her opponent from her back, absentmindedly biting her lower lip with desire. Not to be so easily out maneuvered, or perhaps just to get Brooke down to the mat with her, she twisted herself to one side. Slender legs snapped around one of Brooke's in a hasty drop toe hold. "Ah, and here is where the fun begins!" When she spoke now it was almost with a sneer in addition to a more pronounced accent, playing up for the crowd.

Brooke pouted at herself as Lamya hit the canvas. She'd accomplished her goal -- her opponent was now back-first on the mat -- but as soon as she did, the Downrange Diva found herself immediately missing Lamya's warmth. Her body and lips still tingled with the last fading ghosts of the contact that they'd shared.

She was halfway through the realization that she could just jump right back onto Lamya and keep making out with her when the decision was made for her! The Kuwaiti's legs flicked around her own, tugging and sending her to join her opponent on the mat!

"Yowww!" Brooke cried out as she hit the canvas. The blow wasn't really painful by any means, but it was definitely a shock. Brooke looked up at her opponent, her wide eyes signaling that, without her bearings, the model would be vulnerable to whatever Lamya had planned next!

Lamya wasn't as confident as she pretended to be, nor as experienced as she wished she was, but here were a few maneuvers that she had gotten good at. That had been one of them, and she would transition straight into a move she had only ever done in sparring with Anne. She'd twist her body, tumbling around the mat again, this time to sit herself facing Brooke with their legs overlapped. The making out had been nice but she'd already allowed herself to overindulge and was cautious about letting herself get so distracted again. So, instead she would lock her legs together with the Diva's in a manner familiar to wrestling fans world over.

Even those not acquainted with the more lurid side of AFW would recognize a Figure-Four Leg Lock in the making, but there was one notable change to this one. Her outstretched leg would do more than act as a lever, her foot would reach out to press between her opponent's thighs, rubbing as she rocked her hips. The Kuwaiti kept herself propped up with her hands on the mat behind her, wanting to see just how Brooke would respond to this turn of events. "Ah! *huff* Now I have you... just where I want you." Her voice was back to being dark and haughty, a caricature of an austere dominatrix that concealed the soft girl beneath.