Aaaah...time to relax...and NOT fight (Phe'a VS The Mad Max)

"Fuck, what time is it?"

Phe checked the Onyx face on her fancy, daimond studded watch, while her hips rocked from side to side with every profound step she made down the halls.
It was a half hour pass 2:00 PM. The sun will reach it's peak around 5:00 PM. This meant that she would have plenty of time to sun bathe if she quickly made her way outside in time. The shorts that she wore stopped above her thighs, looking nothing like something one would wear in public.
Her socks, which weere long enough to reach up to her knees, were instead rolled down to her ankles, giving anyone who was passing by an eyefull of just how lusciously long her tender, caramel legs were.

Her thong sandles clicked loudly against the floor tiles. This and how shamelessy she had dressed were more than enough to announce her presence in the halls. However, she wasn't here for attention. She was only here for some R&R.

Good. She was almost outide. All she had to do was open these double doors and....


"Ahhh shiit! It's hot!"

Phe spat as the sun greeted her in the most harshest way. Much thanks to her Gucci shades, none of the harmful rays got in her eyes, though.

Anyway, now that Phe was outside, it was time to relax. One pan to the right looked like a good spot to sit and get some sun, while over towards her left, was some white chick named Trixie duking it out some other guy who looked like The Thing.

"Pffft, whatever"

Phe shook her head and went to her right. That was another thing that was starting to bother her....fighting. She's going to have to remind herself to pack her things and leave once her business here at the AFW was taken care of.
She sat down on the grass, took out some tanning lotion and prepared to do the very thing that she came here to do. It was then she realized that she was alone, and her hands can only reach so many places by herself.

In short, she needed someone to lotion her up.

It had been a long time since Max had taken a good walk around the Sex Wars campus since hearing of the presence of his cousin, who was hunting him. Having had decided to take a little "vacation" until the heat died down, figuratively, Max spent some time by the beach, working on a tan that stood out well on his well-defined body, complemented by his silver-died hair and attire. Deciding the coast was clear, Max returned to the campus and had decided to take a walk for the first time in a while.

As he exited the door of the dorm, he noted a sign that greeted him before the grounds:

"Property of the Girls, good luck Boys ^_~"

Great. He thought with a roll of his eyes. Walking along he found the grounds to be as peaceful as the beach had been: filled with guys and girls going at it, of course in a much different way here than on the sand of the beach, but just as physical.

Donned in a pair of silver shorts and sneakers and nothing else, the shirtless Max decided to introduce his newly toned body to the victims -excuse him- ladies. Low and behold though, one lonesome beauty did appear to catch the usually arrogant Max's eye in form of a pair of long, enticing, caramel legs, noting the relaxing Phe looking ready to don herself with oil. Max had kept a low profile on the beach as far as fighting and worked more on his smooth-talking than anything. Time to see if it paid off. He would approach the caramel-colored goddess slowly and casually, before standing about a half foot away, but in the direct sunlight so as to get Phe's attention. "Hello there my beautiful goddess. Did the heavens send you hear while I was away?" he would accompany this with a sort of devilish, but charming smile, the sun playing on his short silver hair.

"No, dearest. I'm Satin's little bitch...."

Phe already had a line prepared to blow off the man who stood before. However, once she loked up to see who had casted the cold shadow over her, the icy demeanor thawed pretty quickly.

"Whoa....H-hi....."

It was hard to say much with when you had your tongue shoved in the back of your throat. This guy...whoever he was, looked good enough to ea-err---uh....talk to....yeah.

Look at you, baby...aren't you looking like a big, shapely can of food!"

Phe compliments him without even realizing what the hell she had just said. Maybe she was hungry?
Regardless, this didn't stop her from going on, though.

"Say....could you be a doll and do me up a little?....This tanning lotion, I mean...."

Her bright, flawless smile stretched over her face to show the man just how harmless Phe was, or how she liked to be seen as, for now, atleast.

Max couldn't help but grin. If there was one thing he loved more than a challenging fight or beautiful women, it was when a woman stroked his ego. And was he in heaven now or what? Being compared to something that she could just gobble up, and now being asked by the caramel goddess to have his hands explore her, with the tanning lotion that is.

Leaning down beside Phe in almost a kneeling fashion. "I'd gladly help the most beautiful woman on campus, even 'Satan's little bitch,'" saying the last part with a light mocking and joking term as he reaches for the bottle of lotion. "So where might I be able to help you the best?" he asked as his eyes quickly skimmed her body, taking in the full picture before him.

Her brown eyes would twinkle knowingly. She was full aware of what the man was looking at.
But where exactly? Could it be her smooth, supple neck? Maybe it was her flat tummy with her studded navel piece? Or was it the cute, little piggies on her feet?

"Yeah...you could start off doing my shoulders, first"

Phe takes off her shades and sits up, gesturing him to get behind her and start applying the lotion.

"Sooo....what do you go by around here? What should I call you?"

Max couldn't seem to stop himself from smiling until a little voice popped in his head, Smooth...stay smooth. He closed his grinny mouth and nodded towards her as he positioned himself so that he could be behind her, rubbing his hands with that massaging liquid to apply to Phea's shoulder's.

As his hands reached towards the shoulders of the goddess and he kneeled behind her, his lips parted and spoke simultaneous with the first contact of their skins. The whispering voice left his lips towards Phea's supple ears "They call me Max...Max Fields." He decided to leave out the 'Mad' moniker that he always prized, not sure if she had heard of him or not. "Of course, you can call me whatever your heart desires, ma chÃri. What is it that I can call you, unless you enjoy Satan's little bitch?" He tried to add with a little humor a second time as he continued to rub the lotion gently on Phea's shoulders, adding in a light massaging motion.

Other than the cold, tingling sensation that raced down her spine from Max breathing on her neck, his hands did feel good.

"No...Queen would be nice. Call me Queen..."

Max....Max....the name left a strange aftertaste in her mind. The name sounded familiar enough, but she couldn't pin-point where exactly had she heard it before.
At any rate, this conversation was getting a little odd, even for someone as odd as she. Atleast Max was doing his job. Plus, he didn't look all that bad, either.

"Okay Max...rub a little lower, pretty pleeeeease?"

Phe adds a baby-ish coo in her tone.

Max smiled a bit warmly, complying with 'Queen's' request, moving his hands lower, rubbing more of Phea's back area. He couldn't really resist her voice..or the exuberant beauty of her caramel skin. "So, Queen, what brings you here of all places?" He asked in the whisper-type tone, increasing the volume only a little for something more "casual".

"Mmmmmm....that's better...."

Not only was Max good with his hands, but he was also repectable. Phe might just take a liking to this guy.
The longer the massage went on, the harder and more erect the small goosebumps on her skin rose. Her heartbeat rose just a few notches, and her breath became heavy....

As much as Phe never wanted to throw down, Max's expert hands on her body had aroused the more feral parts of her mind, and the sight of Trixie battling it out with that other german guy just a few yards away from where Phe and Max sat together wasn't making the situation better, either.

"Alright...enough's enough"

Phe tore herself away from his hands, stood up, and swatted off some grass from her butt. She turned her attention to Max and brushed her hair to one side.

"Look, Max...Max, right? Okay, here's the deal; one match, 1 point, anything goes. We could go on until one of us taps....goes to sleep.....or..."

Phe lowers her tone and trails a finger over her bare stomache.

"...cums.....got it?"

Her sharp gaze hovers him, looking as if she was going to have her way, whether Max approved or not.

Max's eyes went open in surprise as the body his hands had in his clutches had suddenly vanished. Looking up at Phe, he first thought that he had hit a sore spot on her back or something, but once hearing her start to list her demands:

'until one of us taps....goes to sleep.....or...cums.....got it?'

Max was all years. A sort of sadistic curl came to his lips, one that hadn't been there for a while. He could already feel his blood rushing as it had during his first fight here, against that Kat girl in the showers. Rising to his feet, he slowly approached Phe. Speaking in a normal, yet still kinda low tone, he responded, "Queen...now you speak my language..are there any stakes in this match...or how about any rules? I really don't want to bruise or break such a beautiful body with some strikes." There was a sort of look of desire and fire in his eyes as he spoke. It was clear that he wanted to get this party started, right here, right now.