Bride of Flame doused in Oil

It was a reassuring reaction when Daisuke momentarily surrendered his bear hug on her, giving her and opportunity to press herself tightly up against him in the perfect positioning to maintain her smother. Her hands locked in tightly, she gave a small wiggle of her upper body before tightening her arms up to keep him from being able to turn his head and escape her grasp.

His muffled cries of protest felt good. Not only the fact it was nice to silent his tainting, but the vibration against her body as well. An added bonus for this particular hold. “Mmm, I think I might have you. Don't forget, you can tap any time you want.”

She grunted softly once the crushing hold was reapplied to her, but by now, she was confident she had taken him by storm, and could easily outlast him with both of her powerful strangleholds over his body. It wasn't enough though. He had played dirty, questioned her skill. She wanted to dominate this exchange completely.

Eriko leaned back slightly before she shoved her weight forward, trying to tip her foe over onto his back. She clung to him like a spider, seemingly immovable as she tangled her body around him. His attempt to squeeze himself wasn't working, he would have to come up with something else, fast, if he wanted to have any hope of breaking free, otherwise she was going to continue holding him tight in her crushing and smothering embrace, giggling all the while.

Eriko settled the both of them down onto the mats slicked with oil from their bodies, her hold over him had only grown as she became comfortable with their new position. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing, this was a hold she had used many a time in the pits against far more experienced oil wrestler than her current foe.

She grunted softly as her palms pressed up against her shoulders. Her arms shook a bit as she fought against his pushing, though he had managed to lift her just enough to gasp for breath if he was fast. She twisted her upper body, arching her back as well, using his pushing force against him as his slippery hands would slide right off her oil coated body. Hunkering back down, she would imprison Daisuke back between her breasts, giving him another tight squeeze with her thighs.

“Shhh… I have you. Save your strength, you can try again after you submit, or you pass out. Your choice.” she hummed cheerfully, rather confident in her dominant positioning over her foe. For as strong as he may have been, as experienced as wrestler as he was, this was her world he stepped into. He had wanted the real experience, that is what he was getting.

His struggles had been admirable, but in the end his final Gambit to remove her had failed. With his last great attempt to push her away behind them, her arms had coiled back around his head to pull his face snuggly between her breasts. As she lay her weight on top of his, casually maintaining both holds at this point, her fingers combed through his hair to idly play with it as she played the waiting game.

She let out a soft giggle as he arms fell away completely. As if a small reward for his failing struggles she loosened her thighs around his midsection, while tight they had stopped crushing him completely. “There we go… just a little bit longer.” she gave a small wiggle on top of him, breathing out a soft content sigh.

She tilted her head as she felt his finger tug at her hair again, lacking the earlier strength he had used to wrench her off of him previously. Her back arched a bit, feeling a slightly tingle as his fingertips roamed down along her skin. She cooed softly as he pat her backside. “Well aren't you just...oh..Oh! Sorry!” She had thought he was being playful at first, not picking up he was actually submitting until it had just clicked.

Her legs unwrapped from his waist, slipping out from under him so she was simply straddling his body. Pushing herself up, she sat her weight back on Daisuke’s stomach and rested her palms on his chest as she smiled down at him. “Not bad, but you could use some work.” The Redhead traced a finger across his pectoral, tapping his nipple lightly. “Good try though. Up for another round?

Eriko cracked a sly smirk down at Daisuke, sitting on top of him for far longer than she needed to. “If you’re sure… take a moment though. You won't learn anything if I just take you down again real fast.” She reached out, ruffling his hair before she hopped back up. Ordinarily she would have offered a hand to help him up, but after the earlier stunt with grabbing her hair she didn't trust him not to try to take advantage of that.

Instead, she backed away, arms extended to the ceiling as she stretched herself out, limbering up for round two. She wasn't going to rush him, he seemed like he could use a small break and she wouldn't be against one either. While she was still relatively fresh, it didn't hurt to cool down a bit after rolling around in oil with someone. She took a small small lap around the room at with a slow walk.

“So what have you learned so far?” She eyed Daisuke as she circled him on her trip around the room. “Did you have any questions, concerns? This is a learning experience after all. I would be remiss if I didn't take the time to teach a bit.” in terms of a practice match for herself, it was pretty clear Daisuke was pretty inexperienced in this sort of match. Things he might get away with in normal matches, especially when it came to his attempts to overpower her, just didn't work when oil was added to the equation. It wasn't uncommon though, had they started off standing his weaknesses may have been even more glaring.

After making her way around the room, she moved back to the middle of the mats. Dropping down, she took up position on her knees again, taking a moment to rub the oil and sweat back over herself in an even coating. Pristine and shining again, she looked ready to grapple. “Whenever you’re ready.”

A less keen eye might have missed the faint glimmer in an eye or the faint curl of the corner of someone's lip into a pleased smirk. Eriko didn't, predisposed to reading people through her work as a hostess, she was very aware of how Daisuke looked at her. His intentions however were another thing. She was a professional, through and through despite keeping the air between them lighthearted and fun. She cracked a small smile of her own when he mentions having her on the ropes, clearly amused by that. With a tilt of her chin and a slightly mischievous grin, a brow arched at his claims she would be unable to repeat her attempts to smother him... It almost felt like a challenge. Part of her really wanted to go for it again straight away, see if he had learned better. That was after all the purpose of this little spar, to help him learn and grow. In a real match she would have without question. If something worked, there was no real reason to stop going it until your opponent caught wise.

As a quiet observer, she waited for him to dehydrate and oil back up, considering whistling a cat call his way, strictly for the purposes of attempting to fluster him. Once again however she was reminded of her role as a professional here, and held herself back. It wasn't wise to be lulled into too playful a mood either, regardless of his inexperience in oil he was still a threat. The redhead shifted her body from side to side, rising up a bit higher on her knees, squaring her shoulders as the two catch each others eyes. Her bright blue orbs flared with a faint hunger as he moved in and she in turn met him half way. Locking arms, she strained, holding nothing back this time. The two had already felt each other up when it came to their strength, not wasn't the time to experiment, it was the time to assert herself.

Palms and bodies slicked with oil, she threw her body inward, shoving her side to press up against Daisuke's chest. Her hand slipped over his collar, looping behind his head where she attempted to wrap her arm around his neck to bring it in for a firm hold. Eriko would attempt to drag him forward, her thigh slipping between his legs briefly to ground herself to thrust the side of her hip into his mid section to attempt to toss him over her side onto his back. If she managed to flip him, the redhead wouldn't pursue, letting him go completely as more a show of force than an attempt to try to submit him again outright. "Sure you're ready?"