Hot, Consensual, Salt

Content Warning Contains consensual sex, nudity, explicit orgasms, kink, BDSM dynamics and martial arts violence

Mid July, The Year Before Everything Happened

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Her junior was late. Again. Ysela Solis stared at her phone and didn’t bother hiding her disappointment. Samantha Gaines was tall, athletic, and talented, but her lackadaisical attitude towards training had always annoyed Ysela. By contrast, the taciturn college senior was as meticulous about her training as she was about her appearance. Ysela owned no ugly clothes and had no bad hair days. Or so the rumors went. They might all be soiled and sweat-stained by the end of each wrestling team practice, but the New York native took it as a point of pride that at her worst she still looked better than most of the women on their southern California university’s collegiate wrestling team.

Samantha had asked her to meet here, in the gym she and her friends used to record Beat, Prey, Love matches. The statuesque blonde had suggested a training session; one based on the little nuances that a wet fight offered. She’d discovered several collegiate wrestling habits that needed adjustments to work in match slipping your fingers between the opponent’s thighs offered a viable method to force an escape

But the woman who wandered past the gym’s front counter and towards the wrestling mats shared very little with Samantha. This newcomer was short —Maybe 5’2—, East Asian, and smiling politely. Her long black hair bounced with each step, as did the rest of her.

“Hiya!” She waved, her dark brown eyes alight with clear joy. Ysela regarded her with undisguised scorn before resuming her stretches. Maybe this creampuff would get the hint if she just ignored her.

Content Warning Contains consensual sex, orgasms, and martial arts violence

Late January, The Year Before Everything Happened

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“Jesus Fucking Christ, why is this gym so fucking cold?” Kathy Liu inquired aloud, moving through the still unfamiliar space. A peek at her phone revealed that it was late, but not yet approaching midnight. Behind her followed three other college students, each holding a gym bag.

The tallest and broadest of them stopped first and asked a question. “Yo, Kathy? Where am I putting this camera and shit?” The blonde asked, gesturing to the long black bag held in her offhand.

“Right there is fine, Sam.” The college sophomore pointed to a spot on the concrete floor “Just plug in the laptop and connect them together. I'll do the rest.”

Sam grunted and laid the long camera bag down onto the floor with surprising delicateness for a brawny 6'2 woman. Her job complete, she fixed her backwards cap and the blonde mane spilling out from beneath it. She carried her bag towards the MMA cage. One look at her broad shoulders and powerful legs would have been enough to convince Kathy that Samantha Gaines was a standout Division 1 wrestler: their training sessions together had only confirmed it.

NSFW: Contains topless women, detailed violence, and detailed sex. -You know. The fun stuff you come here for-

“Can I just say how impressed I am? You're improving really quickly and I can see you getting better each time we fight.” The woman explained with a smile, white glove pointing at her opponent. The crowd knew her only as “Belladonna,” and the compact Swiss woman once again seemed as dangerous as her namesake.