Beat, Prey, Love Commission 7: Freshly Pounded Mochi
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.