Monica wants to go another round

Jennifer got up on her knees, slumping her shoulders in defeat. She waited for Monica to take her prize. Monica walked up and kneeled down in front of her so that they were face to face. She gave the young woman a warm smile and brushed her hair to the side.

“You know, it was never really a fair match to begin with, right?” she told the fledgling grappler.

“I know…” Jen admitted. “I’m still willing to accept the loss and the punishment,” she added in a soft voice.

“You’re a fierce competitor,” Monica commended. “I’ve had girls just give up in the face of a hopeless challenge, but you fought to the very end.” Jen gave a shy smile, not feeling so bad about taking the loss after the small praise. “But, even though you got me worked up a bit, it wouldn’t feel right to claim a victory like that,” Monica concluded.

Jennifer felt her heart drop. It’s not that she was looking forward to being claimed by Monica, it was more that she was not deemed worthy enough to even be considered worth taking. She sputtered, “B… but… I agreed to it… and I knew what I was getting into…”

“I don’t know if you really did, hun,” Monica said, giving the girl a consoling rub on the arm. “I’ve wrestled since high school and even made the collegiate team here. On top of that, I’ve wrestled at the top levels of the WSW league!” She then waved her hand at Jen. “Look at you now. You’re gassed out, out of breath, while I’m still breathing fine.”

Jennifer didn’t realize how spent she was until Monica brought it up, but now that she was paying attention, she noticed that she was panting heavily, chest heaving and heart still pounding. Even still, it wasn’t like she was completely bowled over. “But… I scored on you…” Jen protested, boldly holding up Monica’s bikini top as a trophy. Even as she did this she could feel her body heat rise. It was a mix of adrenaline and sheer horror at contesting the more experienced wrestler’s decision.

Monica snatched her top out of Jen’s hand and pursed her lips, looking at it. She raised an eyebrow at the young sophomore. Jen held her breath, starting to regret her outburst. She worried that the former WSW pro was going to lash out at her for being too cocky. Instead, Monica abruptly got up to her feet and tossed the bikini top to the side. Jen looked up at her.

“Alright, hotshot!” she said coolly. “How about a rematch? If you can get the rest of my clothes off in 2 minutes, I will declare you the winner… and you can do ANYTHING you like to me..” Jennifer felt her heart palpitations pick up for a different reason now. “Buuuut, if you can’t do it in time…” She eyed the young blonde with a predatory grin. “I claim my prize.”

Jennifer dry swallowed. It seemed like she had poked Monica’s pride and this time she was going to get a real challenge. She would look like a total tool if she backed down now though.

“Alright… I can do that!” she answered, sounding not as confident as she would have liked.

“To even the odds even more, let’s make it an oil wrestling match!” Monica suggested.

“Oil?”

Monica walked over to her bag by the side of the ring. She opened it and dug around. “Yeah,” she said, “Sometimes WSW has stipulation matches to keep things interesting. Strap matches, tag teams, and one of the more popular stips…” She held up her bottle of massage oil. “Oil matches!”

The massage therapist opened the bottle and spread oil over her chest as she explained. “When you’re oiled up it’s a lot harder for your opponent to hold a firm grasp on you, you just slip right through.” Monica rubbed her tits, making them shine under the fluorescent gym lights. She proceeded to oil up the rest of her body before offering the bottle to Jen.

Jen held out her hand to catch the oil but Monica put the whole bottle in her hands. He looked at it, not sure what to do.

“Need help?” Monica asked.

“O… OK…” Jennifer replied meekly.

Monica took the bottle back and poured oil into the palm of her hand and started to slather it over Jennifer’s body. Jen could feel her heart pumping again as the masseuse’s fingers plied into her naked flesh. This time the experience was less medical and more sensual. The tall brunette took her time and really felt the young blonde’s body, groping her breasts before running down her belly, fingering between her legs.

Jen gasped and Monica giggled. “Just checking out what my prize is going to be like…” she whispered teasingly into the younger girl’s ear.

Jen blushed and closed her legs around Monica’s hand. “You haven’t won just yet…” she threatened back in a quiet voice.

“Oh I like that…” Monica grinned. “How about you help me with my back?”

“S…sure…” Jen agreed, taking the bottle. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears now. She watched Monica move down to her knees for easy access and started to spread the oil over the elder woman’s back. Her fingers trembled, having full access to such a fine body. She pressed her hands against Monica’s warm skin and shivered. Monica’s scent was pronounced from their physical activity and now Jen was touching her!

She rubbed her hands over the other woman’s back, daring herself to inch further and further out until she was just barely grazing the sides of Monica’s breasts and ass. Monica didn’t protest, but Jennifer didn’t dare venture further.

Finally, both women glistened with fully oiled up skin. Monica put the bottle to the side and stood over at the starting position. Jen stood as well and found she could barely stand with her feet covered in oil! She balanced herself and carefully lined up to face Monica on the opposite side of the ring.

“So, are you ready for this?” Monica smiled.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Jen exhaled.

“All you have to do is get these off me before the two minutes are up!” Monica reiterated. She tugged on her bikini bottoms and wiggled her hips to show Jen her end goal.

“And then I get to do what I want with you?” Jen smiled impishly.

“Whatever you like..” Monica teased, confident in her own abilities. “You have two minutes, we’ll go by the clock on the wall.”

Jennifer could feel the butterflies fluttering in her belly. The idea of actually beating the WSW vet and getting to submit was wild, but all she had to do was get those bikini bottoms off. She eyed her target, then checked the clock. The second hand was about to reach the top. If she was going to win this, she would have to come up with a plan.