Provocative Escalation (For Killcarrion)

Krystyna wasn't the only one caught up in temptation of the moment. Johnny's hands continued to grace the Russian's pleasantly plump but still firm posterior with firm kneading from his oiled fingers.

The heat of the moment failed to make him forget that Krys was still a dangerous fighter, however. Eventually the blonde would look back and the ruse would be discovered. The Texan would eventually going to have to eacape. He guessed he could remove his hands from Krystyna's body and quietly slip from the room, but that wouldn't satisfy his need to gain some measure of payback against the Russian for her own ruse during thwir match.

As he thought on the matter, one of his hands wandered from Krystyna's backside, sliding along the curve to rub against the lips of her sex...

With every passing second, Krystyna fought to remember why she was considering putting an end to all this. Her delirious state of arousal had made it hard to think of much else beside the soothing feeling of Toshi's fingers massaging her backside...until theose same fingers began to slide between her legs and inch ever so closely to her proverbial sweet spot...

"...no...no, zat's enough Toshi." Krystyna reflexively sputtered out with a shuttering jolt of her body. She slowly started working her arms under her to start pushing herself up off the table, panting a few labored breaths to help steady her pulsating heartbeat. It took no small degree of willpower to put an end to to what was hands down the best physical therapy session she ever had, but whatever self-dignity she had left wasn't about to let her be fingered by a random massage therapist in a Japanese wrestling league.

She couldn't hide having worked up a sweat and a flustered face, but thankfully with her head tilted down her flowing blonde locks kept the latter out of sight. The Russian espionage agent was now on her hands and knees on the massage table, just needing a few seconds to compose herself.

Johnny stopped his hand's movements the moment Krystyna's first no left her lips. The Texan would take a few steps back, away from the massage table and it's blonde occupant.

"Well, if you insist. The customer is always right. Except....I ain't Toshi." Johnny replied to Krys, his voice sounding loud and clear, ending his deception. "And now, lady, we're even for the little trick you played on yours truly at the end of our match."

When Krystyna looked at him, Johnny would give her a grin from a short distance away, while wiggling his still oiled fingers at her in a jaunty wave 'hello'.

"Of course, if you're angry about this, we can settle things with another match." He added. "Of course, the rules would be somewhat different..and the stakes somewhat higher. Are you game...?"

Panting deeply with a fresh sheen of sweat still coating her curvaceous form, Krys was still in a heady daze while she began to push herself off the massage table. Her first priority being, aside from obviously getting dressed once more, would be how to appropriately injure/incapacitate Toshi for his roving hands and magic fingers...

...until she recognized the southern twang of the voice behind her...the Russian spy recognizing that sound instantly and looking behind her in wide-eyed shock!!

"VAT ZE HELL-AAHHH!!!" Krys screamed out while sharply spazing out and scrambling backward to take a comical spill off the massage table, landing harshly on her plump backside while she desperately attempted to cover herself up as best she could with her white towel. She stared dumbfounded at Johnny and in complete bewilderment as to what exactly was going on with numerous questions flying through her mind. Though her expression would gradually darken to a teeth-clenching rage once she heard what Johnny had to say.

"Game?...GAME!!!!???...I'LL...SHOW...YOU...GAME!!!!" Krys yelled out while standing back up and beginning to chuck whatever she could get her hands on at Johnny's stupid head. Towels, bottles of oil, containers of butter cream...all being hurled at Johnny in her fit of rage with her other hand holding up her towel.

"YOU'RE ON!!!" Kry's desire to hurt/maim Johnny would soon lead to her finding her tote bag at the floor, scrounging through it to find her throwing knives. Johnny mayhaps needing to beat a hasty retreat unless he wanted to end up a Texan pin cushion...

Johnny started to laugh as the normally cool and collected Russian fell off the table in shock and surprise. He managed to stifle it behind a hand as Krystyna let out her startled exclaimation.

But then he trailed off as Krystyna's fury darkened the beauty of her face.

"Uh oh...." the Texan said to himself.

Then a storm of objects flew at him! A plastic bottle of massage oil struck him in the forehead with startling accuracy, making him stumble backwards a sharp yelp of pain. Putting his arms  in front of his face up he began to back away to the door as other objects bounced off his forearms.

"Good! I'll e-mail you the rules and the location!" he called as he reached the door. "And I'm glad you enjoyed your massage!" he added, giving the blonde Russian a wink.


With that final taunt, he ran out the door as Krys reached for her knives, unknowingly escaping an introduction to steel....