London Calling

Addyson was equally absorbed into her own world of pleasure while she was massaged. She felt no need to continue with idle chatter but only to melt away in the capable hands of the attendant. It was masterful. She hoped that things worked out well enough between herself and Allison that she could return regularly to this place. She knew they would.

When the girls finally finished and left the room, Addyson let out a deep and satisfying sigh. She then sat up slowly, covering her features and looking to the water. She took a cool sip and let her insides cool down a bit. It was exceptionally refreshing.

'Indeed." She said, the stiffness in her tone gone as her eyes fluttered a bit. "I'll have to come back and experience the whole package one day but I'm certainly anxious to see what else you have in store." She said and looked over Allison's toweled form. It was hard to hide certain body features in a towel, Addyson herself wrapping the towel around herself so that the faintest amount of her large chest preened out from the towel.

She followed Allison and stopped at the office. She nodded politely and watched as she slid into her office. A moment later, Allison returned and Addyson followed her into the basement. She looked at the immaculate stairs and the equipment laid out when they reached the basement. Every bit as purposefully arranged as the rest of the spa. As Allison herself. Someone who took such great pains to project a certain quality about themselves had a lot to hide. Addyson knew this from experience. Even if the projection became the woman, as was the case with Addyson and no doubt with Allison, those secrets, those things which one wanted to keep locked away in the first place could never completely vanish. Addyson was quite intrigued now.

She watched Allison silently and watched Allison retrieve some clothing. She took it and wordlessly returned the smile with a knowing nod. She slid behind the changing screen and let her towel drop to the floor. She slid on the snug fitting bra and shorts and adjusted them appropriately. She smoothed her hands down her body and then stepped out from behind the screen.

She looked over Allison and lifted her head to admire the woman before her eyes shifted carefully over to the ring. She didn't need any words. Both of them were about to do far more talking than they had when they were chatting it up earlier and saying much of nothing.

Allison gave Addyson a look and stepped behind the screen herself. She quickly dressed into her own workout clothes, which were a bit more eye-catching that those she had lent to Addyson. She wore white spandex shorts with black and gold trim along the waist and the legs and a matching top that was somewhere between a sports bra and a bikini top. She remained barefoot, and she looked over Addyson's figure with restrained haughtiness. She was quite confident in her own body.

The two were of similar heights, Allison had maybe an inch on Addyson, but the spy was much larger. Her body lacked the tight, immaculate refinement that Allison worked so hard to maintain.

"Hm." Allison padded onto the mats and turned to face Addyson. She began to stretch, arching her body from one side and then the other, bending down at the waist to stretch each of her legs, and stretching each arm across her chest. Finally, she knelt down on the mat, placed her hands in her lap, and looked expectantly at Addyson.

Addyson watched as Allison came out. She couldn't help but smile at Allison's garb. It was easy to be the brightest peacock in the room when you decided which feathers were worn by whom. She let the musing pass and then watched Allison move to the mats.

Allison's body was much sleeker, certainly more agile. But Addyson built herself a strong and muscular core. She would rather hit hard and be built to last, even if it meant her opponent might get in a few more hits or escape a few more of hers. That was part of the fun of it, after all.

Addyson took her spot and stretched similarly, keeping her peripheral on Allison while she did. A form like that was to be admired but not ogled. When Allison stepped forward, Addyson did the same and knelt down. She still needed to say nothing as she brought her eyes up and stared into Allison's waiting for the silent signal for them to begin.

Allison gave Addyson an inscrutable little smile, and then reached for her hand. She took it in hers, bringing it up to lace their fingers together so their palms were touching, and then she did the same with their other hands. She moved slowly and deliberately, certainly in no hurry and if she felt any excitement at all about what came next she didn't show it.

She looked into Addyson's eyes, her body relaxed, her face neutral as her smile melted away. She hardly blinked as she stared into the larger Brit's eyes, and she waited. She was testing Addyson's will, and her confidence, to see if she would glance away or show any signs of discomfort. That first, smallest victory was always the most significant.

Once she was satisfied, with her mind cleared, she made her move. Without any warning, she suddenly shoved with one hand and shifted her grip with the other to grab at Addyson's wrist and yank her arm in. She wouldn't try to take her head on, but to unbalance her, outsmart her, and land her on her side so she could quickly take a dominant position.

Addyson remained stoic as she watched Allison. She stayed pliable for now and felt the woman's crisp, yet gentle touch as their fingers intertwined. Her heart began to beat faster but on the outside she remained unchanged. When their palms were touching, Addyson lifted her head up just a bit to get a direct line into Allison's eyes.

She knew the mind games this woman was playing but Addyson didn't flinch. She'd stuck her head in the jaws of the lion before. For all this woman was, when it came to being dangerous or intimidating, she wasn't the biggest fish in the ocean.

But Addyson did know she wasn't on her home field. As she calmly waited, she knew it was Allison's first move to make and that her trial in all this was to endure the first salvo. It came without warning and Addyson's reaction was to smirk as she felt lightning shoot through her muscles as they tensed to embrace Allison.

Addyson felt the push and clamped her fingers down to try and put up some resistance. She'd fallen into Allison's little trap, however, when she felt her wrist grabbed. She clenched her teeth to avoid cursing. Victory or not, she couldn't let Allison HEAR her.

She was pulled onto her side, with Allison getting the position she wanted to, but Addyson tried to keep the hands that were bound with entangled fingers gripped tightly and force Allison to work her magic with one arm down.

Allison didn't pause for a moment to think about freeing her right hand. She let Addyson hold onto it, and quickly slid around to the spy's back. She hooked her top leg over Addyson's, though she couldn't get her bottom leg under her at the moment, and pressed her body against Addyson's back. She quickly disentangled her left hand from Addyson's, and snaked it under Addyson's head, grabbed her chin and pulled back, forcing the bigger woman's head to turn toward the floor. At the same time, she pulled with her right arm, forcing Addyson's own arm across her throat.

Despite the substantial physical exertion, Allison remained calm and in control of herself. She knew better than to work too hard. After all, she needed only to test her grappling skill, not prove anything to this woman. If Addyson was the inferior grappler, it was merely incidental, though Allison couldn't deny enjoying the experience.

Addyson clenched her teeth as she was put in the spooning position and felt her arm pressed against her neck. It was awkward and tight, uncomfortable at the very least and not a position she wanted to remain in for very long, even if the contact of their bodies was wonderfully frictious. She set those thoughts aside and focused on making Allison's position less advantageous.

It was pointless to hold onto Allison's hand if she didn't have to, so she disengaged. She shot her hand down to try and grab hold of Allison's right leg and hold it against her body. She then tried to roll them both into a position where Allison was mounting her. It wasn't the best place to be and if she wasn't careful, she could end up in worse shape, but she also felt that it gave her a better position to escape from.

Allison rode Addyson as she bucked and turned over, and moved around so she was kneeling behind her, sort of straddling her butt, with her one leg extended out and stuck in Addyson's grasp. She reached up with one hand and wrapped a generous amount of Addyson's thick, curly hair around it, and pulled it just hard enough to bend her head back and make her back arch. From that position, if she were to move her hips at all, the friction would be rather suggestive to Addyson, but Allison remained still.

She could just as easily attack and either try to choke Addyson or joint lock her or anything else that would be rather more unpleasant for her, but that wasn't really what this was about. Pain outright seemed a bit too crude at the moment.

Addyson was forced to let out a soft grunt as her hair was tugged on by Allison. her long flowing locks were a dangerous weapon for Allison to have been given in this contest. Still, her lips curled into s smile as her scalped tingled with small amounts of pain., her head and back arching as Allison desired and her well toned ass fitting perfectly in the grooves of Allison's hips. The contact wasn't lost on the spy, but nor was she going to acknowledge it more than she needed to for the moment.

She let out a soft snort through her nostrils and braced herself with her free hand. When she felt comfortable (as was possible in her current position) Addyson bucked her hips and pulled upward on Allison's leg , hoping to get them to fall backwards with Addyson in Allison's lap. She'd let go of Allison's leg so she could have use of both her hands as well as trying to spread her legs so she could brace for what Allison might have up her sleeve next.

Addyson would have to thank Allison later for the truly stimulating session they were having together. Her heart raced at the thrill of their silent, intimate struggle that beautifully articulated their feelings in ways that catty, underhanded words could not.

Allison fell onto her butt, and instinctively scissored her legs around Addyson's waist. She slipped her arms under Addyson's and laced her hands together behind her head, her fingers becoming thoroughly entangled in Addyson's mass of blond hair. She pressed hard enough to force her head down toward her chest and cause her some significant discomfort.

There was something to be said for handling this proud woman like this. Certainly, Addyson was not wrestling to the full extent of her abilities, but then neither was Allison. For all her pride and principle and sanctimony, Addyson was still no match for Allison on the mats, a fact that Allison was more than happy to make apparent, regardless of how long it took. She squeezed with her legs as well to compress Addyson's ribs.