Lana wants a rematch

“One more round!” Lana demanded urgently.

“What?”

“Give me one more chance! I felt like I could have had it!” the pampered princess moaned.

“The time ran out, the match is over…” Jen told her. She dropped Lana’s leg and simply sat on top of her.

“Let’s just go one more round, make it sudden ****!” Lana suggested.

“But I won… that was the match…” Jen replied, not sure how her host could misconstrue such simple rules.

“But I want to keep going! I’m having so much fun!” Lana sighed. She pouted for a second before changing tact. She sat up on her knees and turned to face Jen. She leaned in close and uttered, “OK, how about double or nothing?!”

Jen took a moment before responding. Her tone was measured with a twinge of disbelief. “Are you trying to get out of the victory round? I thought you’ve done this before…” She started feeling somewhat rejected now that she suspected Lana was trying to squirm out of her submission.

“No, it’s not that at all!” Lana assured her. “If I lose, I’ll gladly serve you however you ask of me! I just want another shot at beating you!” she explained. “I was doing so well this time! I feel like another round and I can get the win!“

Jen wasn’t fully against going another round with the busty blonde, but rules were meant to be followed. She just had to look Lana in the eyes and tell her no. Their eyes locked and stayed locked for a solid moment. Jen soon became swayed by the woman’s attractive begging for another try. Lana was on her knees, giving Jen the puppy eyes to get her way. Jen could feel her face warm up as the naked woman crawled up to her and took her hand and clutched it in her bosom.

“What do you say, Jen? One more go?”

“N… no..oormally the rounds are agreed upon beforehand…” Jen wavered. She couldn’t quite get the ‘no’ out. Lana was eager to keep wrestling, forcing her to submit might muddy her enthusiasm for the sport.

“Well, I’m offering to make it worth your while,” Lana reminded Jen. “Double or nothing!”

“What exactly would that mean?” Jen asked. She figured it wouldn't hurt to hear out the stakes.

“How about…” Lana thought as she spoke. Suddenly her eyes lit up with an idea. “If you beat me again, I will take you out to the spa! Have you ever been?” Jen shook her head and Lana gasped. “Oh then we MUST go! In fact, my treat! And while there, you can have your prize: Me doing whatever you say while we get pampered!”

Jen stared off in the middle distance, getting an image of her and Lana on a spa day together. She pictured them getting professional massages before unwinding in the sauna. She then imagined Lana going down on her in the sauna. Their hot, sweaty, naked bodies intertwined as she moved into a sixtynine. Jen shivered excitedly at the idea of a server coming in to hand her a drink, paying no mind to Lana being between her legs. She could get Lana to step out of the sauna, fully nude and march over to the front desk to request more towels. The idea of flaunting the successful business wife in front of regular people with a simple word made Jen quiver with power. It was a tempting offer that she needed some time to mull over.

Lana smiled, seeing the machinations churning in the petite student’s head. Her words were working, she just needed to give that last little nudge to get the rules stickler to bend for her. “Speaking of spa… why don’t we make this a body oil match?” she suggested.

“Body oil?” Jen repeated, still in her trance.

“Yeah, we cover our bodies in oil and then wrestle. Have you tried that before?” Lana asked.

“Actually, I have!” Jen said, eager to show that she had some experiences under her belt.

“Great! I have some oil in the massage room, I’ll be right back!” Lana said, taking Jen’s energy as excitement to have the match. She got up and went to fetch the oil.

“But I…” Jen started, but tapered off as Lana was already out of earshot.

Jen sat on her knees, waiting obediently. She wasn’t sure if she could say something now about the misunderstanding without it being awkward. She felt like if she put her foot down and demanded her prize round, Lana would give it to her, but her thoughts drifted back to the spa. She had never enjoyed her prize in a public place like that, with other people around. Just the thought of it made her body tingle.

Lana returned with towels and a bottle in her hands. She dropped the towels and popped the bottle open, pouring the oil into her open palm. “Lay down,” she instructed. “I’ll give you a little massage to give you a feel for the spa!”

“But I didn’t agree to the extra round yet!” Jen finally protested.

“Tell me your decision after the massage!” Lana told her, waving her hand to brush off the protest. She then wiped her own body, covering her breasts with the oil. Jen gazed at her glistening mammaries as the bountiful beauty spread the viscous liquid all over her front. Lana noticed the stares and smiled. “Lay down already!” she coaxed.

It was hard to say no to a face and body like Lana’s. Jen spread out a towel and laid on top of it. Lana climbed onto her back, in a mounted position. Jen felt her heart rate pick up. She asked herself why she was letting this happen. The whole situation was backwards; She was the winner of the match but she was the one taking the orders. Jen wanted to say something, but Lana was too dominant, taking charge of the situation.

Jen felt the socialite’s warm hands touch her shoulder blades, then rub into her shoulder. Jen moaned softly .

“I’m not a certified masseuse but I’m told I have magic fingers,” Lana quipped as she spread her hands down Jen’s back. Jen stiffened up when she felt Lana slide down even lower. The hands lowered over her ass cheeks and gave them a firm squeeze. Jen bit her bottom lip, closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh. Lana worked her hands up and down Jen’s body, coating her skin with a layer of body oil. She reached around Jen, cupping her petite breasts, then slid her hands down Jen’s flat belly. Jen could feel Lana’s breasts pressed up against her back while Lana’s fingers dipped even lower. Jen perked her butt upwards, pushing into Lana’s thighs.

Suddenly, Jen gasped as she felt Lana’s fingers penetrate her snatch. “Ahh..!” Her body swooned, undulating up and down in time with Lana’s fingering.

“Imagine this in an actual spa…” Lana whispered in her ear.

Jen had to decide whether she wanted instant gratification or risk it all for a spa day with Lana.