That is a Lot of Money

You look to John. He seems just as shocked. “What do you think?” you prompt him.

He stares at Iono dazed a little longer before shaking it off. “That is a lot of money,” his gaze turns back to you. Then his face scrunches, “I-I should probably tell you though. I slept with Opal last night.”

You stare at him confused. Why was he telling you this now? Then you see the guilt hidden in his brow. Ah, you smooth your hand over his bicep, “John, I slept with Jack and Yuruki last night. I meant it when I said we weren’t exclusive, that doesn’t just apply to me. You’re free to sleep with whoever you want, forfeit or not. You and Opal are good together, I just hope there’s still room for me.”

He laughs, “Of course there is,” the guilt washing from his face. He pulls you in for a kiss, your body pressed against the hardness of his muscled body.

The crowd cheers, and Iono says, “Wowzah, lesse them titties!”

You look up at John, “I guess we’re doing this then?” He glances around at the crowd, just nodding. While returning to a kiss with John, you shimmy out of your dress. John’s fingers fiddle with the clasp of your bra, and you tug his shirt up over his head. The crowd is electric.

You pull down on John’s shoulders guiding him to lower himself. He squats, before finally sitting at your behest. You put on a show, slowly working your panties down over your ass and thighs. You take your undergarment and ball it up, slipping it into John’s mouth. The crowd goes wild, Iono’s mic crackles, and a glance is enough to see her hands pawing at herself over her oversized jacket. John seems pleased to have you panties in his mouth.

You kiss the top of his shaved head, making sure to press as much of your chest to his face as you can. You kneel, working on removing his pants next. His cock quickly springs free as you remove his pants. You’re dripping wet, and his shaft easily slide into you.

The din of the crowd fades from focus as you bounce on John’s lap. You trace every rippling muscle you can see. John groans through your panties still in his mouth.

“IONO! IONO! IONO!” you’re drawn from your sex focus as the cheers turn to the commentator. But when you look at the stage it’s empty. Then you see her, Iono is on the battlefield making her way to you. John looks over his shoulder to see Iono approaching.

She places her covered hand on John’s shoulder, forcing him to lay on his back. “Just thought Idda join ya.” Her smile revealing her sharp pointed teeth. She stands above John’s head, and you know he has a full upskirt view. She lowers herself, the jacket dropping against the ground, completely obscuring John’s head from view.

Iono leans forward, her jacket feels of rubber as it brushes against the back of your neck. And your lips tingle as hers touch yours. She sits back and her covered hand catches the zipper of her jacket and she slowly pulls it down. The crowd cheering and hollering the whole time.

Her jacket falls open and she shrugs it down her arms to lay behind her. Her skin a pale tan, like a Paldean who probably spends more than her fair share of time inside streaming. Overall her entire build is slight and petite, her chest barely there and when she shifts a certain way you feel as if you can see her ribs. You wonder if she ignores her own needs while on long streams.

Your hips grind against John, his face still buried under the gym leader. Her cotton candy colored pubes resting just above his chin. Iono reaches down, pulling your panties from his mouth and after a quick sniff she throws them to the side, they land on her discarded jacket.

You can see John moving more now, his mouth free to eat out the foreign gym leader. His hips thrusting into you, his legs more than strong enough to lift you a little each time. Iono brushes a hand across your bare chest, each touch felt like electricity. But not in the figurative sense, you literally feel like she’s shocking you. A dull tingle at each touch, and you hear the snap of static shock as her fingers discharge against your nipple piercing, causing you to gasp at the intense pop.

She rubs her hands together, before touching just the tip to your collar bone. The shock is much more intense, not quite as strong as Lt. Surge’s electric wand. She repeats the motion over and over, rubbing her hands together before touching you, your cheek, your nipple, your navel, your thigh. Each touch causes you to gasp and writhe in a weird mix of pain and pleasure.

She rubs her hands together once again, but then just keeps going, you’re not sure if you’re imagining it or not but you can almost hear the crackling of electricity as she just continues to rub her hands against each other. Then she carefully reaches out, and you still in anticipation of the imminent shock. Your eyes go wide as she gets closer and closer to your crotch.

The electricity surges through you from where her fingertip touches your clit. The combined efforts of John’s cock thrusting within you, and the painful pleasure surging through you, push you to an electrifying orgasm. You crumple atop John, your chest against his hard pecs, and your cheek rests against Iono’s thigh. The touch tingles against your face, as the rest of you quivers in ecstasy.

She pets your face, brushing your hair from your face as she gives you a moment to recover. Then she stands, John’s face visible once again. You kiss him and he tastes of the other woman, even her fluids seem to be charged. “Nyohoho, that was exhilarating,” Iono says, her jacket already back on, your panties in one hand.

She starts walking back to the stage, “Wait, my—“

“No, worries about your payment, my assistant will have already got your info and transferred the funds.”

You were actually going to say ‘wait, my panties,’ but the payment is a good thing to think about. As she walks away, she reaches up pulling your panties over one of the decorative Magnemite attached to her head. You don’t think you’re getting those back. You and John get dressed, the crowd cheering as replays are on half the screens, the other half trained on your bodies as you quickly pull on clothes. It’s not until you straighten your dress that you feel the cum leaking from your pussy. You had been so wrapped up in the moment and your own pleasure, you’d completely missed John’s own orgasm.

“’Ello, ‘ello, hola! Ciao and bonjour! I’m back and hows ‘bout another high-flying match? We’ve got Jack of Fuchsia City vs Snow of Fuchsia City.”

Jack is coming onto the field as your exciting. You get the chance to wish her luck and give her a kiss, before running off with John in tow.