You entertain

You remember your classic pro wrestling. Lena's pintsized, and so you offer a tie-up - by raising your hand up in the air where she can't reach it.

She wriggles her fingers, and then jumps. It's adorable. You let her do it a couple times.

Then you grab her wrist with your other hand. You **** it down and behind her back, and quickly lock both her arms behind her.

With her facing away from you and you having one hand free, you've got all the time in the world to explore her body. First you grope her breasts, kneading them in your hands, feeling her cute little nipples harden through the sheer fabric. Then you grab her by the neck, **** her, making her whimper.

"I'm a quick learner, slut. Anything they do to me, I can do the next time I get in the ring. Isn't that cool?" You're whispering right in her ear. "Because they've been picking on me for weeks now..." You stick your tongue in her ear and wiggle it, and she moans. "But I think I've got aggression issues..." Then you slap her on the face, not hard, barely more than pats, but several times. Then back to her breasts again. Once she's panting, you grab her blouse and yank, scattering buttons all over the ring and exposing a pair of perky pink nipples.

"Oh, look-at-THAT. Bring that over here, baby." You go to Irish whip her, but instead, pull her back. You lift her up in a bearhug, her arms trapped at her sides, as you stick your face in between her C cup tits. After a quick motoboat you lean back, taking one nipple between your teeth. You don't have a tongue stud, but you remember how Roxi worked you over with her tongue. You lick around the areola, just scraping the side of her nipple with your canines, dragging your teeth across the sensitive flesh.

And judging by Lena's reaction, you're doing a good job. Her nipple stiffens and swells. Actually, you're kind of surprised at how firm it is. You switch to the other one.

But she might be enjoying this too much. You haven't practiced this move in the gym let alone in a match yet, but you watched a particular match where Mama Luv managed to make Amber the Teen Bodybuilder pass out to a bearhug, and you're pretty sure you can imitate the technique. You lock your hands together, pull your shoulders back and squeeze.

Lena's whimpers grow louder, mixed with quiet moans. She writhes in your grip trying to get free, but... but you can't shake the feeling something's off. Working her other nipple with your mouth, feeling it firm up, you wonder, she's light and flexible but she's not soft like Bambi was. Then again she's supposed to have been a gymnast...

Then you realize it. With your head in between her breasts, you can hear her heartbeat. And as well as she's faking it, she's not scared.

You decide to try an experiment. You put her down from the bearhug and Irish whip her, this time letting her bounce off the ropes. As she comes back you step in front of her and wrap one leg around hers, going for an abdominal stretch. But you make sure to leave one arm free.

Lena wiggles, trying to get loose. You slide your free hand down the front of that miniskirt, find a pair of what feels like silk panties and pull on them, giving her a wedgie. As you pull, you slide then back and forth, into her slit, rubbing across her clit, and she's not faking being turned on at least. You rip the miniskirt off but leave the panties on, just pushed to the side. They're adorable little white things, more sheer than her blouse, with a couple little pink bows on them. They feel expensive. You pump your two fingers in and out of her slit, refusing to go fast. She's panting, grinding her hips back into you, trying to thrust into your hand... but that arm you left free, it's grabbing at your thigh, the one you have pinning her hips in place in the hold. She's not doing anything besides grabbing though. Not trying to counter, not even scratching.

One more test, you decide. First, you pull your hand away and **** your fingers into her obedient mouth, making her lick her juices off them. Then you decide against slapping her. Instead, you grab her by the chin, mushing her cheeks up and shaking her head around. Then you spin around on her, straddling her thighs and putting your other leg behind hers.

The thing is, you're so off balance from this awkward transition that she could easily have escaped or countered. And yet, you actually feel her lean back to help you get the takedown.

You land on her, and quickly spread her legs in a grapevine. You grab her wrists and pull them up above her head, putting as much of your weight on them as you can. To everyone in the arena, even the referee, it looks like you've got her helpless in a submission hold you're good at using.

"Why are you letting me win?" You hiss at her.

She's good. The woebegone, puppydog expression never leaves her eyes, and her lips quiver. It looks like she's trying to beg you not to ravish her like you did Bambi.

But what she actually says to you, even if it's in a breathy, submissive voice, is "Shut the fuck up, make this good, and maybe I'll tell you later."