A business date! Sort of...(Amaya and Charity)

"A test of strength, that's funny between the both of us."
Giggling, Amaya would agree to the test of strength by raising her hand up to weave their fingers together while raising her other hand for the proper test, eyeing the hand suspiciously for a moment as if she was looking for a good way to utilize it without falling victim to her desires again.

Funny how there could be a test of strength between them or girls like them in general. From what she had seen they were both together barely a match for one of the big girls of Friction or Tension.

Charity chuckled a little at Amayaâ€s joke. Neither of them was exactly what one would think of as muscular, and that, coupled with their small statures, made it less of a test of strength than a test of their lack thereof. “Heh heh, I guess so,” she admitted, spreading her fingers so that she could intertwine them with those of her dark-haired friend. Even if neither of them was particularly strong, Charity would certainly be doing her best to prove she was the less weak of the two.

“Ready?” she asked. “One, two, three! Go!” As soon as she counted down the beginning of the contest, Charity would begin pressing forward with all her might, trying to get that decisive victory…

Amaya was also pressing against the other girl, squandering her remaining strength with full hands. For starters, she had not really an idea how to conserve strength and had been totally fatigued at some points in matches and training alike. So maybe this was the exception from the rule? On top of that, she also had no idea what Charity knew about wrestling in general, or even human physique.

Being pressed against the semi naked form of Charity did not help either to stay focused on the test. And the idea of being a price had an equally frightening and exciting tone at once.

Charity grunted cutely as Amaya would press back against her, their naked torsos pressing and melding together as they expended what strength remained following not one, but what were effectively two matches between the two of them during the last few hours. Charity, as excited as she had been, was running on pure adrenaline by this point—if she were to run out of it, there was little energy left in her small frame that had not been exhausted earlier in their struggles.

Her face was still red; the close contact between her and her Japanese friend, their naked chests pressing together like this, was awfully arousing, and the blonde had to consciously tell herself to focus on winning the test of strength before she began to think of anything else. However, every second, her pushing would become a little bit weaker, as she inevitably began to slow down…

Charity was obviously not in a much better in the condition area than the Japanese girl, but Amaya could not convert that into a strategy to bring her down. They would probably find themselves pressing against the other until they would possibly fall asleep, so there was little else she could do than to try to let them skip sideward with a single motion so that they would lay beside each other.

She did not know if that would help her in any way if Charity would win the little battle their legs would probably have while mounting the other girl, this match would be over.

Charity had expended a massive amount of energy that night, and, as she pushed as hard as she could against Amaya, what little energy she had held in reserve was quickly being spent. And it was all to no avail, as Amaya was able to push back with equal force, preventing the blonde kawaii from making any headway. It was really no better than just bashing her head against a wall. The two would push, and push, and neither would get anywhere.

Charity was slowing down, her senses becoming dulled, and was therefore surprised when Amaya took them both down onto their sides, where the fight would presumably progress in a similar fashion. Charity, however, was now at a bit of a disadvantage, having been caught off-guard. As Amayaâ€s legs began beating at hers as the Japanese girl tried to mount her, Charity squeaked and would frantically fight back, wiggling as much as she could in an attempt to keep Amaya from planting herself atop the blonde.

It was far from easy to stay focused with their legs tangling and Amaya feeling that strange feeling of the jeans of Charity which felt sexy and rough at the same time, so she mewed and moaned whenever a body part of her Blonde host touched her between the legs or when they became really entangled, looking into the eyes of Charity whenever she could or pleasure did not force her to close her eyes while moaning.

As their hands were also locked together, the Japanese had the urge to just give, but Charity would surely be angry if she just threw the towel so she would try to stay in the game as long as possible also she was not able to match the franticly speed of the American in any way.

(Sorry for the delay)

Charity could tell that Amaya was beginning to get excited, as every time their legs slid up and down each other the dark-haired Japanese girl seemed to moan a little louder than she did the time before. Looking into the girlâ€s eyes, Charity could not help but smile, thinking about how adorable and sexy Amaya was. She was so glad the girl had come over tonight, and that they were doing what they were doing.

Charityâ€s frantic leg movement, though it had started out as a purely defensive mechanism in order to keep herself from being mounted, now seemed to be wearing Amaya down, as the Japanese girl could not keep up the same pace. Charityâ€s legs were getting tired, too, and, with the threat of being topped herself seemingly gone, she would press herself forward, trying to force Amaya onto her back.

(NP)

"Uuhhnn...yeow!"
She yelped when she was turned on her back with the Blonde on top of her, unable to fight off Charity in her weakened and fatigued state. Even the passive weight of her host was enough to keep the former geisha down, but still she tried to weakly push the conquering girl of her and lightly bucked up for the same reason. The sparkling experience she had felt whenever she and Charity had pressed together didn't help either to raise her resistance in any kind, instead she enjoyed the rubbing of the jeans fabrication in her lower section so much that she did not even put a token resistance in that region.

Charity mounted Amaya hesitantly, expecting the geisha girl to do all she could to buck her off. But, after some weak struggles, Amaya seemed to give up, pushing up only lightly as Charity rubbed down against her. The blonde girl smiled widely. It seemed as if she had won. Of course, no matter which of the two of them emerged victorious, the result would be the same: the loser would become the prize of the winner.

“Hey, Amaya,” Charity whispered, leaning down to gently kiss Amayaâ€s cheek, “why donâ€t you give up now? If you do, we can start having…some fun. I have a few fun ideas we could try…that is, if you want to…”