Nikolette Tessla Vs. Angel

Nikolette's arms was batted away by Angel's thigh. She was yanked up into a standing position and let out a hard grunt as she bared her teeth to wince in pain. She only received a moment's respite before Angel's arm snaked around hers. Her tongue lolled out and her eyes bulged as she felt the choke, once again being deprived of oxygen but in a very different way.

She stomped her feet and struggled but when she suddenly felt a hand on her breast, she froze. She tried to suck in faint breath's through her nose as her eyes widened. Her body instantly became hyper tactile as Angel began to speak. She could feel the drop of sweat that rolled down her cheek, the hair on her arms that stood on end.

Nikolette's cheeks flushed from the hot breath that rolled over her ear. She brought her hand up and pressed it on Angel's hand. She was going to try and pry her hand away but the choke hold was rapidly weakening her. Having been choked out in two quick successions was really making her head lighten and her stamina drain quickly.


"Guuuuh!" Nikolette sputtered and she frantically tried to shake her head at Angel's words. "nnnnnaaaah...." She moaned out. She was feeling weak and shut her eyes.

As Angel's grip tightened, she would feel, even through the bulky coveralls that Nikolette was quite well endowed. She really did have an ample chest that would certainly rival Angel's if she had been less conservative with her ring attire.

Angel tilted her head to the side at the sound of Nikolette's sputtered out moaning. Everything was going according to her plan so far. Nikolette was helpless in her grasp, the crowd was cheering and catcalling at Angel's most inappropriate touching of the girl's chest, and it seemed to the Latina that she could now end the match at anytime she wished.

Perfect, she thought to herself. Time for the real humiliation to begin.

She held on tight with the sleeper hold, for several moments more, jerking Nikolette this way and that, keeping her locked within her clutches. When she finally thought she was ready, the Latina gave her arm one more tight wrench around Nikolette's neck, then suddenly let her go, allowing the tired mechanic to drop to the floor in front of her. With a few swift kicks to the side of the girl, she tried to work Nikolette onto her back, so that she was lying on the floor, facing upwards towards the lights. She stepped over over the mechanic's body, one foot on either side of her, and leaned down, her cruel smile never once leaning her face. Her firm, tight ass wiggled in the air, almost straight up as Angel leaned over, the nearest audience members letting out a few loud whistles and catcalls at the sight. Angel didn't seem to mind though, or even care. Her thoughts were elsewhere.

As she leaned down, the Latina grabbed for Nikolette's coveralls, and with a few quick motions, she would try to unhook the buttons of the outfit, so that she could jerk the top part of the coveralls downwards. She was trying to pull the outfit out of the way, so that Nikolette's upper body was left covered only in her white t-shirt, the Latina fully intent on getting the work clothes out of the way so that she could continue her humilation of the girl!

The sleeper hold was finally getting to Nikolette. The mechanic felt heavy and groggy and when Angel began snapping her to each side, Nikolette let out her last sputters as her neck craned and flopped to the side. A soft exhale was all that Angel needed to know that Nikolette had slipped into unconsciousness.

Nikolette flopped like a sack to the hard floor, her head banging her hard enough to jostle her into a groaning, slowly writhing mass. "nnnnnghhh..." She let out as her legs and arms shifted. She was still out of it until Angel kicked her hard. Her eyes widened for a second before she let out loud 'oofs!' and flopped onto her back. Her lips then slowly began to fall once more until they were faintly open slits that could only barely intake the visual world around her. Nikolette's cloudy mind tried to pry them open but she was still gripped by a wave of heavy unconsciousness and fighting it off so that it did not overcome her took most of the effort she had left in her.

She almost felt like she was having an out of body experience as Angel finally began to set her dastardly plan into motion. The click of the coveralls being unbuttoned rippled like a shotgun blast in her head and one eye opened as she saw Angel standing over her, those big, pendulous orbs swaying in a taunting and hypnotic fashion just in front of her.

"Nnn....." Was all Nikolette could manage when the flap was pulled down to reveal her white t-shirt soaked in sweat and mashed against her dark green and clearly expensive bra, exposing it like she had been in a wet t-shirt contest. Angel would also clearly see now just how large Nikolette's chest really was, as her big orbs bulged in the bra. Quite the visual as her shirt clung to her softly heaving chest.

Angel frowned, just a small, subtle downturn of her lips, when she pulled down Nikolette's coveralls, letting her big, pillowing breasts come free. She wasn't expecting that to happen, wasn't expecting the mechanic to have such large tits. At the very least, though, Angel would find a way to use this against her.

Reaching down again, trying to work fast, Angel then grabbed for Nikolette's white t-shirt, and with a few hard, violent jerks, she would try to rip it right off of Nikolette's body, trying to her the girl's breasts truly come free!

Nikolette's shirt was heavy from sweat but still thin. When the mechanic was jolted, her weight causes a sharp ripping sown as another layer of clothing was freed, her impressive goods now only contained by a very lacy and expensive looking bra. They wobbled in their prison but Nikolette only gave a soft groan as her legs shifted. She breathed softly, looking almost peaceful as Angel began to strip away her dignity layer by layer in front of the eager crowd. Hoots and hollers bombarded the Latina beauty and her new toy as they urged her to bring to bare the mechanic's full Monty.

Angel sneered, as she pulled away Nikolette's wet shirt, flinging it away, staring down at the mechanic with a look of disgust on her face. Why the hell did a toilet cleaner like Nikolette have such a fancy and expensive looking bra on her? A girl like that didn't need something so fancy! The very thought of it pissed Angel off, even more than she already was!

Still though, Angel wasn't going to get too distracted by the sight. She heard the crowd's cheering and yelling, and decided to give them what they wanted...eventually, anyway. Stepping back from her upper body, towards Nikolette's legs, she turned, so that she was facing the crowd now. Giving them a subtle, sultry smile, she leaned down again, this time so that the audience could get a rather nice view of her cleavage, as opposed to the view of her ass from earlier. Taking a grip of each of the legs of Nikolette's coveralls, she then would straighten up, jerking hard on them, trying to pull the rest of Nikolette's outfit off now as well, hopefully leaving the brunette lying in the floor in naught but her boots and her underwear!

Nikolette only moaned as she felt her legs lifted up by Angel. A stiff yank forced the legs of the coveralls over the clunky boots and soon after, gravity did the rest as Nikolette's legs thumped back down, leaving her in a her exquisite bra and equally racy and expensive pair of lacy panties.

When her bots hit, she curled her legs up so her boots were flat against the ground. Then, her legs slowly began to spread as she pulled up a hand and ran it through her hair. She let out a soft groan and her eyes fluttered for a moment. The blinding arena lights robbed her sight for now but she was slowly starting to come to again, though she really had no idea where shew as at the moment.

Angel let out a loud 'whoop!' as she pulled away the coveralls of Nikolette, tossing them out to the audience before turning back to her. She took a pair of steps back from the brunette, noticing her starting to come to, and with a smile folded her arms over her chest, waiting for the mechanic to fully realized what had happened. After all, she wanted to see just how the girl felt about her new attire, before she continued her mostly one-sided beatdown of her.

"Wakey wakey..." Angel called out, hoping her voice would help called Nikolette out of her daze. "Time to get up, chica..."

"Uhhh..." Nikolette said as she heard Angel's voice. At first she didn't know what to make of it but as the bust Latina came into focus and she tried to rub away the throbbing headache, she could hear the noises of the crowd filter into her ears.

Her hand came up and she ran her hand along her body, feeling her toned stomach's bare skin. Her eyes widened and she let out a gasp like she had been saved from drowning. She sat up like a rising zombie and looked at her figure. Her face went beet red and she crossed an arm over her chest and let obe hand slip down to cover her crotch.

After a few seconds of realization, her head snapped to look at Angel. "Y-Yah..." She panted out and clenched her fist. "Miserable... She was speechless and tried to do her best to stand up while still covering herself, resulting in her rolling on her hands and knees. She threw a weak hand out to try and grab at Angel anywhere she could.

"I'll... you'll pay fer this ya ... ya... reprobate!" She still had to get used to cursing people out. Her mostly naked attire wasn't helping her think one bit either.

Angel simply stood there as Nikolette came up, grasping up at her, one of her hands landing upon the bare, uncovered skin of Angel's thigh. The Latina was a confident, unmoving statue as Nikolette began to freak out over her present state of dress, remaining still and calm until she was given a chance to speak again, staring down at her opponent.

"Something wrong, chica?" She teased, her voice both sultry and hard-edged at the same time. "I figured you'd enjoy showing off to the crowd for once!"