Team Athletes

Monica let the room go silent. All eyes were on her as everyone waited with bated breath for the results. For the first time all evening she finally felt in control of the situation. She milked it for all it was worth, waiting patiently for the girls to fidget and shuffle on their feet. She watched each wrestler, seeing the eagerness for the result burning in their eyes. She held her tongue long enough for impatience to settle in. Elsa was the first to break the silence, but Monica cut her off before she could complain.

“I’ve tallied the scores!” she announced, finally taking a step forward. The tension in the room dropped but remained high as the winner was still yet to be revealed. “Based on the negative scores you all accrued in the first half of the round and the points you earned in the final half,” Monica went on, casually pacing the wrestling mat like a tenured professor during a lecture. She looked from one team to the other, letting the anticipation set in some more. She knew that feeling of anticipation well and revelled in ramping it up for the party. This was the build up to the big reveal, she had to set the drama as both teams stood on the line of victory and defeat.

This time, Sam was the one to break. She was about to cry out for the results when Monica chimed, “The total for Team Athletes was… negative two points!”

Sonya and Elsa deflated. After all that work, they were still in the red. Sam and Jen looked at each other nervously. It wasn’t an insurmountable score to beat, but they had fallen so far in the negatives during the start of the round that it was still up in the air.

“The total for Submission Sorority was… negative four points!” Monica announced.

The Athletes froze up, not quite computing what had happened. The Sorority were just as distraught but were quicker to register the result.

“Winners: Team Athletes! Congratulations on being the LEAST worst in that round!” Monica added sarcastically, shaking her head slightly.

Elsa turned to Sonya to make sure she was understanding this right. “We won?” she asked.

Sonya nodded slowly. “I think so…” she looked at Monica for a final confirmation.

“You guys won!” Monica confirmed stepping between the two and raising each of their arms in the air to make it official.

“We won!!!” Elsa cheered, eyes wide with shock. She looked at Sonya who shared the same look of disbelief on her face. Sonya nodded back and they both smiled at each other. The overwhelming sense of pride and accomplishment dragged them together like a pair of magnets and they hugged each other tightly.

“Woooo! We win!!” Sonya cheered back. They both hopped with joy, while in their naked embrace. A huge wave of relief washed over the pair as they had conquered their demons in Sam and Jen respectively. They eventually pulled apart, only to clasp each other’s hands and continue to shake, unable to contain their excitement.

As the winners celebrated, Samantha rubbed her shoulder and watched in defeat.

“I’m sorry, Sam, this is my fault!” Jen told her tag partner.

Sam came out of her saddened state to look over to her friend. “How is it your fault?” she wondered aloud.

“Well, if I did what you wanted to begin with, we probably would have won by the second round…” Jen explained, already reviewing the match in her head to critique her performance. “If I had been a better partner for you, maybe…”

Samantha took Jennifer into her arms and embraced her. “You are the best partner I could have asked for,” she murmured into the petite blonde’s ear. Jen may have been right, but Sam realized that she didn’t want to win that way. She also knew that if she’d picked anyone else, they might have gone along with the plan, but not Sam, it just wasn’t her style. “You keep me honest.”

“Athletes! Athletes!” Sonya and Elsa cheered in unison, making up their own victory dance on the spot. Sam smirked. There was something adorkable about these two so-called athletes attempting to dance

“You heard us! Us Athletes ovah you wrestlahs!” Elsa taunted at Sam.

The heckling reverted Sam into her defiant self once again and she shot back, “Well, technically you two are wrestlers now too! And you’ve already had the chance to wrestle us before, so my argument still stands! Wrestlers over athletes!”

“Oh yeah? Well, since we just beat you, does that make us the better wrestlers?!” Sonya quipped.

“Oh? Want to go again?” Sam dared, stepping up to the taller woman.

“Mmm… not right now!” Sonya grinned, admiring the resistance coming from the smaller woman. “Right now, I want to reap our rewards!” She brushed her finger under Sam’s defiant chin.

A shiver shot down Samantha’s spine as she remembered that she was now beholden to the blonde Amazon as well as the fit Aussie. She darted her eyes between the two of them as they openly eyed her like a piece of meat. Sam could feel her heart rate pick up as they started to circle her. She felt their hands touch her body, inspecting it with light caresses and smooth combs through her short black hair. Sonya brushed her small globes, swirling her fingers to flick the stiff peaks.

“Ahh… I think you’re ready for rewards too!” Sonya teased. She was running off the high of winning and wanted to shove Sam’s face between her legs, but seeing the normally loudmouthed brat suddenly become demure and **** made her want to tease her conquered foe even more. Sonya grinned at Sam’s uncharacteristic silence as she played with her nipples. The athlete lit up with joy as she tweaked out the smallest of moans from the wrestler.

While Sonya enjoyed Sam’s diminutive mounds, behind her, Sam felt Elsa’s hands explore her backside. Her spine tingled as she felt her pert ass get squeezed by firm fingers cupping both cheeks. She felt Elsa’s warm breath on her shoulder as those fingers squeezed gingerly and lifted up, forcing her to gasp and raise her body onto her tiptoes. She was sandwiched between Team Athletes and finding it hard to breathe.

“Ngh!” Sam squeaked nervously. She darted her eyes over to Jen who watched in awe as the two ladies groped and teased her. A part of her felt betrayed that Jen would just stand by and watch, but the other part of her knew there was nothing she could do. They were both Elsa and Sonya’s playthings for the rest of the night.

“How do we want to do this?” Sonya asked Elsa, nodding her head over at the currently neglected member of the losing side.

Elsa moved her gaze from the petite noirette in the middle of the ring and the petite blonde standing outside. Both looked like tempting treats to play with. She felt like a kid in a candy store, not sure where to take her first bite.