What's the point of being mean? Two wrongs don't make a right.

Kaavya's nose ached and for a few seconds, she started to get angry. But then she remebered what she and Tikka had talked about before the match. Melissa was no angel, but compared to a lot of the other bad girls she hadn't done much. Besides, Lisa McVan and the others were taking advantage of her almost as badly as the nerds they picked on and old men they held up for money and gifts...

Instead of ****, she took hold of Melissa's ankle, squeezing gently, and then ran her hand up the back of her leg. She paused at the calf and ran her hand over it, admiring the powerful muscle, and then up to the back of her knee and to her hamstring. Again she slowed down, feeling the muscle, admiring it, but also exploring all the veins, all the soft places, with her fingertips. Warm, not exactly sexual (but not NOT sexual either), but very pleasant sensations raced up and down Melissa's leg, and as it relaxed, she lost her balance and Kaavya twisted away from her.

Her cheeks burning, Melissa stumbled back to her feet, but the Indian girl was waiting for her with her arms out and her palms up.

"Stop! Please"!

Melissa had one fist raised to fight, but she was more worried about how all the strength seemed to be leaving her body. Just like it almost always did when she wrestled these days... and so she did stop.

"I don't need your pity, bitch. All the goodie two shoes skanks in this league have been trying to break me since they got here, and I'm still out here fighting. So do your fucking sex magic and-" But she couldn't think what else to say and just trailed off.

"It's not pity, and it's not magic. Just..." Kaavya took a step forward and Melissa flinched. "You're beautiful. You're strong. Look at you."

She took one more step forward and put her hands on Melissa's shoulders. Melissa was panting like a cornered animal, not even trying to defend herself anymore.

"You could be so much more than this...." Kaavya ran her hands down over Melissa's arms, then back up to her neck, gently reaching around to massage her shoulders. "And everybody knows it." She brushed Melissa's hair back from her face and took another step towards her. This time, Melissa didn't step back. She just stood there, almost kind of trembling, trying to figure this Indian girl out. The two were chest to chest now.

"Flex for me..." Kaavya whispered.

Melissa's head was spinning. Not knowing why she was listening, not understanding what the girl was doing to her, she raised her right arm and flexed her bicep. At the same time, Kaavya slid around her body to the left. Melissa could feel the heat from her body, and a pair of bullet-hard nipples against her back, but Kaavya's hands were so gentle, and yet somehow, it was like they were drawing all the fight out of her.

"Magnificent."

Still being gentle, Kaavya pulled backwards and sat down, dragging Melissa after her. She kissed her, working her way from the nape of her neck to her ear. Meanwhile, she wrapped one leg around Melissa's body, sliding her foot down her stomach to rest in between her legs. With her other leg, she wrapped it around and on top of Melissa's right arm, then brought it back, trapping it behind her body. One of Kaavya's hands was still working around her neck and shoulders, gently massaging, but the other one pulled the strap of Melissa's wrestling outfit away and brushed across her nipple.

Melissa almost screamed from the unexpected shock of pleasure.

Her body was on fire, and she suddenly realized that she was almost completely at the other girl's mercy. She thrashed to get away, but Kaavya's grip on her, although still gentle, was so thorough she could barely wiggle in it.

"Please, don't fight..." Kaavya whispered. "You're in a dark place, and I think I can help, if you'll only let me..."

Now Melissa wasn't only turned on and intimidated, but confused. She tried again to get loose, but not very hard this time - it was like her body was getting tired of fighting back no matter what her mind thought.