Encounter with Rochell and Casey

Angel was sitting in the locker room, reading. She'd already worked out, she didn't have a match lined up, and she really didn't have anything better to do, but she didn't want to leave the building because she didn't want to miss out on anything interesting.

Someone tapped on the door to her room.

"Come in" she said.

Rochell Divine opened the door a crack, looked over her shoulder, and slipped into the room.

"You're the girl who gets people in touch with their submissive side, right? Look... I know we've never even talked to each other, but I really, really need some help."

"Well, I can try..." Angel's voice always had sort of a cooing sound to it. "Who's bullying you?"

"It's not bullying. It's my husband! She never quits..."

"Casey?" Angel was intrigued.

"I know how lame it is to complain about great sex when so many people aren't getting it. But Casey. She has to be on top, all the time. We have sex whenever she wants to, and I don't get any say. If I try to not let her, I just end up getting fucked anyway. I'm not mad at her, I know she loves me..."

Angel raised an eyebrow.

"Don't do that, she really does! I just want her to relax for once, and maybe let me wear the strap on for a change."

"Well..." Angel put a finger to her mouth. "I know the ultra aggressive types really crave being dominated, even if they don't know it..."

CRASH!

The door flew open. Casey was standing there, hands on her hips.

"Dang it, Rochelle, I told you to go make us some sandwiches. What're you... ohhh!" She looked Angel up and down slowly. "Stand up, honey".

Angel did. She was a couple inches shorter than Casey, but quite a bit more muscular. Their racks were just about the same size, although Casey's was real and Angel's wasn't.

"So what, you think you can have my wife on the side?" Casey said, thrusting her breasts forward to try and push Angel off her feet. Angel didn't fall though. Instead, she leaned forward and shook her own breasts from side to side, rubbing her nipples against Casey's. Casey took a step back.

"I don't want your wife, cowgirl, she's all yours unless she and I end up wrestling each other, in which case it's all business. But I do want you."

"Is this a challenge?"

"It is."

Casey smiled. "Well then. I guess you think you're going to, I dunno, pin me, and do a trib attack, or maybe use your little chain thing."

Angel smiled back. "I could do either of those things, yes, and a whole lot of others too."

"Yeah, but you won't." Casey laughed. "See, here's the thing. The reason Rochell's my bitch and not the other way around, is because I found her sweet spot. She thinks she doesn't like it, but she's not moving out, is she? Now you can try and prove to me I'm submissive at heart or whatever it is you do, but it won't work, and here's why."

Casey suddenly grabbed Angel, turning her to face away from her, and slipped a hand down between her legs.

"All you've ever done is pin people. I don't just make people submit, I can make bears submit. Just because I'd rather sex fight or just brawl doesn't change the fact that I'm one of the best, if not the best, technical wrestlers in the league."

Casey inserted two fingers into Angel's pussy and began to slide them in and out.

"So here's how the match is going to go. You'll get into the ring, and you'll try to pin me. But it won't work, because I'll always be a step ahead of you. I'll just break out of everything you try for a while... until I decide I'm ready to fight back."

She picked up the pace. Angel whimpered.

"Then I'm going to start taking you down. Maybe I'll just hold you down, since pins don't usually count. Maybe I'll let you get back up, just so I can prove I can take you down any time I want. Maybe I'll even let you get a hold on me, just so I can prove to you I can counter anything you try."

Casey pushed a third finger in, and wrapped her arm around Angel's neck. Angel pulled at it, trying to get it loose, but it felt like all the strength had left her body.

"Then we're going to start doing submission holds. And I'm not going to hurt you, much. I'm not going to try to make you submit. I'm going to put you in a hold, baby, and you won't be able to escape, and you'll be there as long as I want. And then I'll change holds. I'll put you in a new one, and you still won't be able to escape."

Increasing the speed of her finger fucking, Casey bit Angel on the neck, leaving a hickey.

"And you know how I'll know you're done? Because when you finally realize that you can't fight back, that you're hopelessly out matched, you'll go limp, you'll stop fighting back. And then, you know what time it's going to be?"

Casey got her mouth right next to Angel's ear.

"It's going to be fucking time. I'll put you in any position I like. You'll be face down, ass up, with one of your arms behind your back, and my hand around your throat. Then I'll turn you over and put your legs behind your head. Then I'll pick you up and fuck you standing. You ever been fucked while in a guillotine ****? You will be..."

"CUMMING!" Angel screamed. Her juices spurted on the floor, and her legs gave out, but Casey didn't let her fall, instead lowering her gently to her chair. She stuck her fingers in Angel's mouth, and Angel sucked them clean. Casey patted her on the cheek twice, just a little roughly, and left.

Angel took a deep breath, and turned to Rochelle.

"Wow. You do have a problem, don't you?"