Jen admits it

“...Submission wrestling?” Jen replied hesitantly, feigning ignorance. She was sure Monica was hinting at the WSW, but didn’t want to out herself. It had become a habit for her to hide the things she enjoyed from others around her so that they couldn’t be taken away from her. She feared letting someone of authority know what she was doing could possibly do that.

“Womens Submission Wrestling,” Monica replied coolly. Jennifer felt Monica’s fingers brushing along her skin, more acutely than before. She felt like she was being prodded, but not in an accusatory way. More like she was being tested.

The physical therapist seemed to know what she was talking about, so Jen thought she would probe a little back. She swallowed dryly and asked, “Y… you’ve heard of it?”

The masseuse’s fingers glided up the girl’s spine and over her tensed shoulders. “There are quiet rumblings of an underground wrestling ring full of salacious acts and unsanctioned holds…” she described in a lulling tone as if promoting the show herself. “Some say that such matches even occur under these very school grounds… a ripe playground to entice many young and attractive students to try out…”

Jen felt exposed, and not just because she was the naked one on the table. Monica knew exactly what she was up to. Jen raised her head out of the face cushion and turned to Monica in alarm “Is… Is that not allowed?” She asked, warily. She didn’t want to be expelled for taking part in an explicit sex sport.

Monica could see the fright over the student’s face. She chuckled and gave a warm smile, trying to put the poor girl at ease. “Don’t worry, it’s not against school rules to be a part of WSW,” she assured her, leaning in to murmur, “Although I wouldn’t go advertising it around the school. Some people take the whole submission wrestling thing in the wrong way…”

Jen nodded and sank back into the massage table. She let out a sigh of relief and Monica could feel the tenseness leave her body. The masseuse’s fingers pressed deeper into Jen’s flesh, expertly pinpointing the knots and kinks in the young student’s body so she could work them loose. Jen let out another sigh.

“So, have you had any submission matches yet?” Monica asked idly as she worked into Jen’s calf muscle.

“I had one,” Jen revealed. She felt liberated, being able to share her secret with someone else in the know. “But it wasn’t official…” she added quickly. “... and it was in my room…” She didn’t want to misrepresent herself to someone who was part of the organization.

“Well we all have to start somewhere,” Monica replied dotingly, switching to the other leg. “It’s good to get experience in, so you’re not taken by surprise when something unexpected happens.”

“Yeah…” Jennifer replied. She then started thinking about Monica. She wondered out loud, “So… are you a wrestler too? How did you get into it?”

Monica chuckled. “I was. Once.” she confirmed, still kneading her oiled fingers into the back of Jen’s leg. “Some of my college friends got me into it. You get to do a lot of experimenting at that age,” she explained.

There was a lightbulb moment in Jen’s head: Monica was in the WSW!

She must have videos in the archives! Jennifer realized that she was starting to drool and quickly sucked the saliva back into her mouth. “Uh… huh…” Jen agreed.

She was definitely discovering new things about herself in recent weeks. Her eyes turned sidelong at the woman rubbing into her body. The sports therapist was wearing a medical frock that covered her figure, but [nick} was imagining the fit body underneath wearing a WSW bikini.

“So… Do you still wrestle?” she asked, now picturing Monica rolling around with another woman in a ring. She closed her eyes behind the head donut, glad her blushing face couldn’t be seen from there.

“Submission wrestling you mean?” Monica replied, rubbing just below the student’s butt cheek.. “I stopped for the most part, mainly due to work. I’m not on the circuit anymore, but I still have a match every now and then.”

This was when she felt two firm hands grope her butt. Her eyes widened and she perked her head up, holding her breath.

“Why?” Monica asked, behind her, squeezing her ass temptingly. Her voice went low and seductive. “Were you looking for a match?”

“I…” Jen gasped, raspily. She had no intention of going against the veteran. Still, just being able to see the physical therapist in a WSW standard bikini and getting the opportunity to go hands on with the woman was very tempting. She was an accomplished wrestler with way more experience though. Jen didn’t stand a chance! “There’s no way I could beat you,” she conceded.

Monica laughed. “Haha… probably not… but, you know, it could be a good experience for you. You said you haven’t been in a real ring. Would you be interested in a little spar instead? I might be able to show you a thing or two…” The way she phrased it made Jen feel like she was referring to more than just wrestling moves. The way she rubbed Jen’s ass all but confirmed it!

Jennifer’s heart pounded against her chest. She wanted to turn around and see Monica’s face to make sure she wasn’t joking, but was too modest to expose her naked chest. Instead, she twisted her shoulder and pulled the towel up to cover her front and craned her neck over to see her masseuse.

“Wh… where would we do it?” she asked, actually considering this for the first time.

“I happen to have access to the gym and no one’s around tonight… “

“Won’t that get you into trouble?” Jen gasped.

Monica looked up innocently with her hands behind her back. “I may have done this once or twice before…” she smirked, then she leaned close and uttered, “No one comes in at this hour and as long as we keep this between you and me, no one will be the wiser!”

Jennifer sat up in her chair, still covering herself with the towel. She thought about the gym space and it being late at night. “And no one will come check on us?” she asked.

“I’ve only been caught once… maybe twice,” Monica said, waving her hand dismissively.

“But you just said you’ve only done it once or twice before!” Jen complained.

Monica giggled. “You really are high strung. I promise you no one will interrupt. The doors are locked and the others with a key are long gone by now!”