Wrestling with Grace is exactly what you need right now.

ID: Pfft in your dreams. I'm pretty tired after cardio this morning but if it's just pinning you to the ground I think I'll be fine.

GH: I'm just a precious cheerleader, you'll have to go easy on me :P

“Mmmm not likely bitch.” You've never done Brazilian jujitsu or any form of wrestling really but you figured with your recent changes you've probably got 20 kilos on her and its pretty much all height and muscle.

She's not exactly a twig being a cheerleading base and all but most of her muscle is in her ass and thighs so you aren't worried, if somehow she got on top you could just lift her off and be fine.

It's about 4:30 pm by the time you get to the gym, you know you've gotta be back at your room by 6:00 pm for Chelsea's visit, a shower isn't necessary as she can eat your sweaty pussy.

“Mmmm, dominating two girls in one afternoon, this is gonna be good.” You let yourself get lost in thought as you walk into the gym for the second time today.

You spot Grace stretching and fuck, those tights look painted on.

She waves and you walk over,

“I'm just gonna warm up before we start, flexibility is so important.” She says as she bends over and easily touches her toes without any knee bend.

You can't help but stare as so see her already tight pants give you an almost perfect camel-toe, she's probably not wearing panties.

“You gonna stretch or just sit there and stare?” She wiggles her ass a little as you regrettably join her in the stretch.

You are quickly reminded that you walked out of training this morning without stretching down and your hamstrings tighten up. You touch your toes but its not exactly a confident showing. She smiles but doesn't say anything. You watch as she then stands up and confidently lowers herself down into the splits.

“You know, I can get both my legs behind my head. I can show you if you want.

You try your best not to get lost in that image and start your own dynamic stretching warm-up. Within a few minutes, it's showtime.

“I'm friends with the chick who owns this place so we aren't going to be bothered in here.” She leads you to one of the group fitness rooms which has a bunch of thick mats laid out.

She walks to the middle of the mats and sits down. “Okay I'm briefly going to go through the different positions, then you can try your best to get on top of me.” She gives you a wink.

She explains mount (you giggle a little), guard, side control, half guard and the back. And you spend maybe 5 minutes familiarising yourself with each and the more you get used to this sport the more you think you're just going to throw Grace around.

“Gee I never thought you'd be letting so many people between your thighs?” You smile at grace as she holds you in guard.

You barely spend any time with the smile on your face as your posture is broken and you end up with your face smothered between Grace's tits and struggling to get out as she holds you in a tight bear hug.

She doesn't actually say anything but you can hear her giggle ad you try to fight your way off her. Eventually, you push her off you, (or does she let you out?), and you find yourself puffing and sweating more than you expected.

“Looks like you're all ready to get started. So before we start just some rules.” she kneels on the mat and beckons you to do the same while she goes over a few things

“Number 1 since you have no experience whatsoever your only goal is to get on top of me in the mount position or take my back and count to 3. No trying any bullshit you've seen on MMA and fuck off if you think you've learned something from WWE.” You scoff as you hear this

“Number 2 no grabbing clothes, if you want next time I'll wear my gi and you can grab me, but today we are both wearing activewear, that shit's expensive and it rips, ”

“And number 3 if you feel any tightness around your neck at any point just know that there is nothing you can do, just relax until you pass out and when you wake up you'll be tied up in my bedroom.” She blows you a kiss.

“Ah hang on a sec-”

You get cut off immediately as she moves towards you a lot faster than you were prepared for.

“GUHH!?” you aren't sure how it happened but you're on your back and she's holding you in that side... whatever it is.

You try to roll away but that just gives her the opening she needs. Her hands quickly move themselves to your hips making it very difficult to stop as she swings a leg over and mounts you. You barely have any time to think about what just happened as you hear “2...3.”

“Wow I was expecting a little more fight from an amazon, I guess maybe those muscles are just for show.” She gives your biceps a condescending little squeeze.

“It was round one I've still got tons of time to throw you around.” You push her off as you get back up to your knees feeling a little embarrassed.

“Mmmm throw me around aye, well... come on?” This time she doesn't rush towards you instead beckoning you forward like some low-budget anime villain.

You know it's a stupid idea but you lumber forward anyway, with no plan whatsoever. You grab her arm and pull trying to break her posture and get her on the ground. She tries to pull away and you fight briefly feeling her quickly giving up ground when suddenly she stops fighting and instead allows herself to be pulled towards you surprising you and knocking you back. Unfortunately, she expected this and was able to roll herself into side control. You get ready for her to try to swing a leg over again committing to trying to grab her leg as it comes over but she never does. She just sort of turns on her side and pushes her weight down on your chest and sits there tucking her arm under yours (for anyone with experience she's holding you in scarf).

“Well... What happened to throwing me around?” Again you know you're being baited but you've had a frustrating day and at this point, you don't even care.

“Fuckin bitch,” You take a deep breath and try your best to launch this smug cheerleader through the roof.

But despite all your effort she barely moves, it's like she weighs a ton, you know you're a little tired from this morning but there's no way. Even worse you have to hear her patronising voice.

“Oh wow you are strong, I bet you like to ragdoll cheerleaders like me all the time. Poor girls don't stand a chance against your big strong muscles, well unfortunately its not gonna be the case this time.”

You feel her weight move and decide now's your chance you thrash around trying to throw her weight off you and escape. However, she's read you like a book and instead of putting her weight on top of your hips she moves around the other way and keeping her chest kind of on yours and forcing your head down with her stomach (again for people familiar north-south).

You don't understand, she's 20 kilos lighter surely how the fuck can you not move her. You feel yourself taking deep breaths an issue made exponentially more difficult by the fact every time you try to take a deep breath she squashes your face with her stomach.

“Bitch...” You pant as you try to push her off you again to no success.

“Oh my poor girl let me put you out of your misery,” she replies smugly

She easily moves back to side control before using one leg to pin one of your arms as she carefully throws the other one over you. And while squeezing very tightly with her thighs, she hangs on to you whilst counting to three despite your best efforts to unseat her.

She hits 3 and you throw your head back on the mat, your frustration clearly evident.

She gets up and walks off the mats to get a drink. Your eyes can't help but focus on her tights which are looking almost see-through stretched around her gorgeous ass. Like every other time she seems to have a sixth sense for this and turns round, definitely catching you staring...again.

After a quick water break you find yourself facing Grace on the mats yet again however this time your confidence had taken a hit you now weren't sure what you wanted to do, but you knew you had to do something, just sitting there was going to get killed so you decide to spread your knees out and give yourself a lower base of support before slowly moving forwards.

“Ooo look at you learning from your mistakes.” The mocking continues and as much as you want to grab her you stop yourself.

You both slowly move toward each other until you can reach her, again you reach out and push her again, although a lot more tentatively than last time. You feel her push back and you (in your inexperience) figure that clearly, this is a spot where you can overwhelm her. You push back harder and she matches you, clearly she thinks you have nothing left.

You smile “Not a chance bitch I'm going to have you on your back this ti-” you move to put a lot more strength behind but as you push forward she backs off leaving you to overbalance and fall forwards.

You are a bit confused when you don't feel her try to grab your side again and push you over,

“Ugh” instead you think you feel her jump on top of you, using her weight to hold you down.

At the start of the session you were pretty confident you'd be able to send her flying but after all the struggling and training this morning you just can't seem to move her. You feel her slowly move around the side until she is completely behind you. You feel her wrap one arm over your shoulder and the other coming up from your waist, she then links her hands and rolls backwards.

She's not squashing you down with her weight anymore but you can't reach her, she's just annoyingly there.

“The back is one of my favourite positions,” she whispers in your ear.

“There's nothing you can do,” You're a little bit confused before you feel her gently nibble your ear.

“Fuck off you cocky bitch.” You waste what little energy you have left trying to grab at her and pull her arms but it's useless.

“Awww you are so cute, I love wrestling with people who think they can throw me around, they get all cocky and tell me what they're gonna do.” She continues to whisper in your ear.

“The boys are worst, way too much bravado, but since I started pegging them once they lost to me now they are all very respectful. And you'd be surprised how many still take me on even knowing it's their ass on the line.”She's monologuing again and you're stuck until she decides to let you go.

“I've really come to love dominating boys, but...” She switches sides and whispers in your other ear, using her legs to spread yours.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror looking absolutely helpless and on display.

“...I'm such a bottom for girls, I was really hoping you'd put me in my place right here in the gym. But oh well maybe next time.” She bites down on your ear lightly and pulls you to the side.

You try to fight back but she is ready for you and you are too tired to really give anything back. She mounts you and counts to three. Realistically you're just ready for it to be over you aren't sure what happened but this has been shit.

You walk over to your towel and pick up your drink bottle .

“Aww you finished already, how about one more and I start on my back.” She lays down on her back and wiggles her hips at you.

Its a stupid idea, you know its a stupid idea, you're tired and she's got some kind of powers where despite the fact you're a lot stronger than her (you know you are) you cant seem to move her. Also she seems to be escalating things in a sexual manner and you aren't sure you like where it's going.

“BUT... she's already on her back, you could lie on her and she wouldn't be able to get up. BUT you've seen enough TV to know this is a trap where the main character makes a stupid decision because she is tired. BUT the enemy is cocky and doesn't think much of you.”

It's a stupid argument and you know you're going to regret it but the chance to wipe the smile off her face is just too much. You trying to surprise her and jump down on top of her but she's ready. She wraps her legs around you as you try to jump on her.

You push down on her legs trying to remove her hold on you. She smiles as you make no progress. You slow down for a moment and then get pulled down on top of her your face ending up between her boobs.

“Uh oh, the poor amazon made a mistake.” She grabs one of your arms and holds onto you.

At this point you are too tired to make snarky comments back. You try to sit up and pull your arm away but it seems she expected that and completely out of your control you find yourself flipped onto your back.

Trying to recover as quickly as possible you realise you're about to lose again. You decide to try something you haven't tried yet. You slide one of your arms under her legs and try to push her off you. Unfortunately this seems to be the worst decision you've made since showing up this afternoon as she grabs your other arm and straightens it out above you. Try as you might your single arm isn't enough to do much more than push the majority of her weight a little higher up your chest, nearly onto your neck and face.

She looks down at you with somehow an even more smug look, “Oh...Oh dear, my poor amazon that was a baaad decision. I normally don't do this on the first date but I guess for you I can make an exception.”

You aren't exactly sure what she means but she makes herself very clear almost immediately. You feel her thighs pressing your head into your still-extended arm. You panic a little as you feel the pressure from her thicc thighs on your head then the light above you disappears as she lowers her sweaty camel toe over your face.

“Fuck off you SL- mmm MMPPHH.” your words die, muffled by her lycra-covered crotch.

“Okay I'm gonna start counting.... one...... two..... two and a half....” You buck, kick your legs and swing your free arm but unfortunately nothing helps.

Until you hear, “Annnnnd three.” She daintily gets up grinding herself on your face once more as she gets up.

You are exhausted but your anger is fueling you, you probably don't come across as angry as you want to but the feeling is there. “Fuck you that was uncalled for.”

Her smile doesn't waiver, “Maybe but let's be honest you're just mad cause you were hoping to do that to me.”

You pause for a second knowing she is exactly right, the realisation doesn't calm you down though. “You better enjoy it cause next time we do this I'm going to break you.”

You're frustration bleeds out through your words and she knows exactly how to make it worse. “I wasn't kidding when I said I'm a bottom for girls but you've gotta earn it. Let's make it a little more fun if we do this again loser submits to the winner for a whole night. But just a word of advice, before next time you should practice a little, you're kinda bad...”

You take a deep breath and let her comment go imagining how nice it's going to be to bend her over your knee and spank that round ass till it turns a bright shade of pink.

“Anyway, I had fun, I'll see you next time the cheer girls do something or next time you want to lose .” She turns and again you watch her hips sashay from side to side as she walks out the door.

You wait for a moment and with an almighty sigh you attempt to let the frustration of the day out.

“Fuck me it's been awful but it's okay, stretch down a bit, reset and go home.” You try to keep yourself from getting angry but you glance down at your phone.

A Note: Bigger chapter this time, it took me longer than I thought.