Nikolette Tessla Vs. Angel

Nikolette didn't register what Angel was saying until after the fist smashed into the girl's face. The, and only then, did she feel the softly wobbly pillow that her free hand was digging into. the way they were situated, Nikolette's hand threatened to push the already quite exposed breast right out of its scant holder. Her fingers pressed a little intot he flesh as well and She turned and looked down. Her cheek s instandly reddened as she realized how well she was groping Angel/ In the heat of the moment, she hadn't even realized but she quickly pulled away and tried to pry Angel's legs apart once more.

"I ain't like that, dammit! I ain't no sicko perv like everyone else 'round here, ya got it!!?" She barked as she tried to pull herself free and roll away from Angel. She could feel the heat on her hands, still lingering from the soft breast. As well as the heat on her face when she realized that Angel had been groaning in... pleasure?

Was it pleasure? Was Angel really enjoying the feeling of Nikolette's touch? Or was it simply a means to get a rise out of Nikolette? Regardless of what it was, her legs were loose enough now, that Nikolette could pull herself free, Angel turning her head upwards again to grin at the girl as she escaped from the Latina's clutches. She sat up slowly, one of her hands raising up towards the breast that Nikolette had clutched, gently feeling herself as she listened to the mechanic's cries, rising up to her feet as well.

"Not a 'sicko perv', huh chica?" She asked, feigning a look of surprise, of shock. "But...you're the one who was just feeling me up!" She took a step towards Nikolette, trying to close a bit of distance between them, her eyes going to meet her opponent's gaze. "I've kept my hands off you this entire match, chica! You were the one groping me! If anything, you're the sicko perv around here!"

Then her hand fell from her breast, her feet moving to take her another step closer towards Nikolette. "I told you, this isn't a hentai match...but if you really think it is, if you really want to touch me like that? I'm sure I can get it changed, chica..."

Nikolette stood up and pushed herself away from Angel. She had red cheeks and pulled her fists up stiffly in a boxing stance, just in case. But Angel wasn't fighting with her fists as the girl touched her self and tried to twist around the situation. Nikolette's hands dropped to her side and she leaned forward, trying to to step back as Angel stalked forward and tried to intimidate and fluster her.

"I wasn't feelin ya up!" Nikolette said, sticking her butt backwards, so she could lean forward and yell at Angel. "I was tryin ta punch ya in the face! How is that feelin ya up?!" She furrowed her brow. "Yer the one that's always tryin ta..." Nikolette stopped, feeling herself panting. "R-Rub tits tagether!" She blurted out as her face grew even redder. Just saying it made her feel light headed. "An wearin somethin like that!" She flicked her wrist at Angel. "It's like ya want them udders a yers ta just pop out fer everyone ta see!"

Now that Angel was close, Nikolette felt herself shaking. Angel's words were flustering her but she still wasn't going to back down. She threw her gloved hand out to try and open palm slap Angel as hard as she could. Unlike before when she was using her fists, this assault came more out of anger for Angel's words on a more catty and personal level. It was intended less to hurt than to show the Latina that Nikolette wasn't going to back down from the girl no matter how sultry she tried to get!

Angel placed another expression of shock onto her face, listening to Nikolette's ranting and raving. She looked this way and that, out to the audience, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing from the girl. She was totally playing up the innocent card, as if she had no clue what Nikolette was going on about. When the brunette finally finished, though, Angel's look of innocence quickly twisted around, a cruel smile passing onto her face once more, the gaze of a predator forming in her eyes.

"I see what it is now..." She purred, planting each of her hands upon her hips, cocking them out to one side in a sexy, confident pose. "You're just jealous, aren't you?" She asked, her eyes flitting down over Nikolette's well-covered body, then back up to her eyes. "Jealous that you don't have a body as awesome as mine to show off, right chica?" She paused for a moment, shaking her head from side to side, letting out a light laugh. "I should have known. That's why you stay so well covered up, isn't it?"

She raised her arms up, folding them under her chests now, the action causing her breasts to rise up together over her arms. "It's alright to be jealous. Not every girl can have a body as awesome and perfect as mine, you know? Besides...if you really wanted to get a touch, you could have just asked..."

Of course, Angel's words suddenly trailed off there, as Nikolette's hand suddenly cut through the air towards her, slapping her hard against her cheek, getting not the 'touch' that Angel had teased her about, but a touch nonetheless. Angel's head jerked to the side, the Latina going quiet, still, as her cheek deepened into a red color from where Nikolette had struck her. She stared off to the side for a brief moment, her teasing expression growing colder, harder. Slowly her head turned back towards Nikolette, growling lightly at the girl, and at the same time, up came Angel's own hand. With a similar motion to the mechanic's, Angel threw a sudden slap her way, trying to show the girl that she wasn't just going to stand there and take such a blow from her!

"I don't need to show it off!" Nikolette growled as she watched Angel's turned head. Her hand felt numb from the force of the slap as she breathed hard and stared at Angel. Her body was pretty hot, she knew it. Other people didn't need to know it. She liked it when those close to her noticed her body. She wanted Mayu to say she looked good, not Angel. She definitely wasn't jealous, but she couldn't express herself before the hand slipped her hard and caused her head to jerk to the side.

her eyes widened and she touched her cheek. it was red and she turned her eyes to look at Angel. Her mouth hung open slightly and she then furrowed her brow. From her position, she swung out her hand and aimed a hard slap at Angel's cheek once more, but this time, her fingers curled into a knuckle at the last second. This girl. She'd knock her block clean off for what she was trying to do!

Angel stood her ground before Nikolette, not budged an inch as the girl's hand came flying towards her. She was fully expecting another slap, confident that she could weather it like she did the first one. She was not expecting the sudden knuckle shot from Nikolette though, the sharp blow digging into her cheek, forcing her head to reel to the side again, this time Angel even taking a staggered step back away from her, letting out a cry of pain from the blow.

If she had been a lesser fight, Angel might have been rattled harder with that blow, maybe even crying out louder from it. But the Latina was well experienced, made of tough stuff that a blow like that wouldn't be able to break easily. Instead, all it did was stir up Angel's feelings of anger, of stress, of annoyance towards the mechanic. Once more, her head snapped back towards Nikolette, and with another growl she through herself straight towards the girl. It was her turn to try and tackle her opponent to the mat, hands balling into tight fists, intent on raining a series of quick, angry jabs and blows towards the mechanic's face...that is, if her tackle managed to do it's job!

Nikolette wanted to pounce after that fist. She wanted to take charge and keep raining blow after blow on the girl. She couldn't believe how angry she was! She couldn't even think WHY, her head was just so foggy! She was panting hard though she wasn't exhausted at all. Just being overcome with adrenaline was making her body react how it was.

She was slightly content with watching Angel flinch and having her stagger away but she shook that off and stepped to begin driving her down, only to find that Angel had been quicker on the draw. She was soon on her back with Angel on top of her, letting out a huff of a9ir as blows rained down on her face. She let out grunts and groans f pain as she threw her hands up to try and protect her face!

Angel didn't lose any momentum, any motion, as she fell onto Nikolette, sandwiching the mechanic between herself and the mat. Her fist was flying back and forth, like a piston gone mad, as she punched towards Nikolette's face, and towards the side of her head, wild blows aimed no one in particular other than the girl's head. She wanted to let out all her anger, all her emotions towards Nikolette, just wanting to punch the girl until she didn't have the energy to beat on her anymore.

Unfortunately for Angel, Nikolette wasn't going to just lie there and let her do such a thing. Up came the brunette's arms, blocking most of Angel's blows from finding their mark. With a quite audible grunt of annoyance, Angel's hands shot up, grabbing for Nikolette's wrists, trying to pull her arms away from the blocking position, to pull them out to the side. But then...then an idea, a nasty idea came to Angel, her angry look twisting back into an expression of cruel malice. She still would try to pull Nikolette's arms to the side, but she would also try to pin them to the mat, to keep the girl trapped between herself and the canvas.

"So, you're jealous of my...what was it you called them, chica? Udders?" She let out a like chuckle, staring down at Nikolette coldly. "Well, you were wanting to get a good feel of them. Maybe I should let you see them up close and personal, hm?"

With those words, Angel slid upwards, lifting her upper body up, adjusting herself so that her large, full breasts hovered several inches in the air above Nikolette's face. The crowd was on the edge of their seats at that moment, when they realized what was about to happen. Angel was about to try and knock out the mechanic with a sultry breast smother!

Nikolette weathered the storm of fists as well as she could. She blocked or mitigated most of the damage but a few snuck in and rattled he, keeping her head lightly spinning. But she knew the way Angel was going that she couldn't keep up the pace. When she tired herself out, that was when Nikolette would strike. Or, so she thought. Angel grabbed her wrists and pulled on them, leaving her unable to defend herself. Though, the good news was she wasn't going to be punched in the face any more. It seemed as if the two were at a standoff.

That was, until Nikolette saw the cruel gleam in Angel's eyes. Her mouth was slightly open and she panted softly as she looked up to see what Angel was planning. It soon became pretty clear when her hands were pinned down and Angel began talking. Just with the words alone, Nikolette couldn't help but look down to Angel's busty, swaying chest. Sweat gleamed and looking ready to pop out of their scant containers, Nikolette swallowed hard as her cheeks subconscously blushed.

Of course she liked them, but Nikolette regrouped her thoughts and furrowed her brow. "I ain't jealous!" Nikolette barked! I told ya I don't need to wave 'em around in everyone's face!" Something Angel was going to do quite literally as she adjusted herself to position her pendulous orbs so they swayed precariously above the mechanic.

Nikolette began to breath even faster, her hot breaths pelting Angel's breast as she struggled and tried to break free. "Ya damn pervert!" Nikolette said, trying to figure out a way to get out of what appeared to be her impending mammoric prison. "Gettin yer rocks off like this! Yer real sick in the head!" Nikolette barked, even as her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red.

Angel paused for a moment, a very brief instant, as Nikolette ranted and raved up towards her, the Latina's big, soft breasts idly swaying back and forth above the mechanic's face. She kept her grip on Nikolette's wrists tight, trying to keep the girl pinned down, and had to bite her bottom lip to stop from laughing at the mechanic's struggling. All Nikolette was managing to do was make Angel's body quiver and shake atop her, the white-haired woman's breasts to jiggle and sway back and forth even more than they already were! Tiny beads of sweat rolled down Angel's bare skins, drops of it dripping from her flesh towards Nikolette's face, giving the mechanic a faint hint of what was to come.

When Nikolette finally stopped talking, Angel spoke up again, her words short and sweet. "Shut the fuck up, chica, seriously."

With those words done, Angel finally stopped maintaining her teasing position, and leaned in lower towards Nikolette, finally letting her breasts push down onto the girl's face. She wiggled and squirmed against the brunette, letting the soft, warm flesh of her tits press down onto the mechanic, finally deciding to begin her humiliation of the girl, finally beginning to apply the kinky, smothering hold onto her.