Who's the Biggest Shill? | Morgan vs Noomi

"Whew!"

Morgan straightened her hair idly as she watched her opponent turn and tumble into collapse. That was unexpected as had likely been Morgan's resistance to the allure of Noomi's breasts. She had them, too, so they were no big deal and besides, there were more direct ways of getting allured by breasts. "Oops." Morgan tutted, clicking her tongue as she approached Noomi casually.

"Didn't anticipate making you fall but hey, that's alright. Here~" Morgan chimed, quickly pacing around to Noomi's backside with the intention of scooping her up in a Full Nelson. Morgan's arms looped under Noomi's armpits and came around to clasp together at the back of the streamer's neck. It wasn't locked in quite yet as Morgan prepared to lift her up. If she managed to get Noomi up, she'd start dragging her over to that curtain, preparing to flatten Noomi against the wall with Morgan using her own body to try and pin her opponent there.

It had been an awkward fall, one that left her ball up on her shoulders and back with one leg suspected up onto the ottoman. Her skirts had flopped themselves over leaving her crisp black panties in full bloom for the cameras which was only made worse by her trying to wobble free from her suspended state. While she may have been playing coy before, the flush of red on her cheeks now was one of more genuine embarrassment.

“H-hey!” Noomi cried out as Morgan looped their arms under hers and began to pull at her. The streamer flailed a bit, kicking her feet in a vain attempt to squirm free. She had been in no position to fight it though, already being hauled back by the time she had planted her feet. She dug in her heels in protest, making the task of moving her possible, but more difficult than it needed to be.

It wasn’t long before she had been positioned towards a long curtain along the wall which Morgan seemed content to push her towards. The streamer tried to extend her arms and wiggle herself free, shaking her head from side to side furiously. If Morgan had locked the hold in before this point, she was unlikely to escape it though. “W-what are you doing, huh?!”

Morgan seemed to have little sympathy for Noomi’s exposure but to her it was all part of the game. Doing something embarrassing on stage was all part of the growing and learning process. Heck, she probably had more than a few times her skirt swing open in an acrobatic act. Difference was that Morgan was smart enough to wear shorts underneath. Of course Morgan was ending up helping the streamer out of her rather embarrassing spot by picking her up.

”Hey yourself~” Morgan hummed as she brought Noomi upright. There was a moment where their struggled had been a stalemate, moving but not really going anywhere. That platinum hair waving about as their collective struggles shifted them a few steps back and forth. That was all ended when Morgan slid up closer behind Noomi, giving her a little more leverage. With the couch being up against the wall that made for a short distance to go until the wall.

In fact, it only took a few shuffling steps backwards before Morgan would swiftly turn and thrust herself forward, using Noomi in front of her to cushion the impact against the wall. Noomi would no doubt be flattened against the sturdy wall but on the other side, Morgan’s breasts pressed against her opponent’s back and her waist slid in and fit snuggly with Noomi’s rump. Morgan decided to nuzzle her chin against the back of Noomi’s neck before resting there for a moment.

”Im wrestling you, duh.” Morgan giggled as if it wasn’t obvious. It might not have been considering the more unconventional progression so far. ”Im just doing it my way which is more fun than just slugging each other, don’t ya think?”

Noomi’s boots scuffed the carpeted floor in her struggle, doing little else past stalling the inevitable. It was a frustrating exchange for her as she had benched play fighting and was legitimately struggling to stop Morgan with no real luck. Whipped about she fumbled her steps, and bumped forward to be mashed up against the curtain-covered wall. The streamer let out a deflated huff as her chest mushroomed against the wall, her face mashed awkwardly amongst the folds of cloth.

“Ow…” The grumbled statement was preceded by a few kicks of her feet, unintentionally hitting her knee into the wall. She wasn't exactly sure what to do here and the situation only got worse as Morgan pressed harder, snuggly nestling herself in. Noomi winced as the blond rested up against her, feeling the other woman’s breath on the back of her neck.

“It is.” Noomi agreed, her voice a bit muffled by having a faceful of curtain. She turned her head slightly, but the hold didn't give her much wiggle room at all. There was one thing she was certain of though, this wasn't going to get her to submit. Maybe that wasn't the intention though, this may have all been to tire her out. It made sense, it was basically what she had intended to do herself. For now, she counted herself lucky Morgan was applying a more gentle touch though… she’d make the other girl regret it though.

“But what are you going to do with me now?” Noomi inquired sheepishly, very carefully shifting her leg to rub back into Morgan’s. Her boot nudged against it a few times with what might have been mistaken for clumsy foreplay. She was feeling around to get a good idea of how they were standing so when she lifted her leg, she could drive the heel of her boot down at an ankle into Morgan’s ankle. All the streamer needed was a small break in the force the blond was applying pressed up against her, any gap that formed she would fill by leaning forward into the wall to try and thrust her rump as hard as she could into Morgan’s midsection looking to knock the air out of her.

"Ohh I don't know..." Morgan mused, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she kept her opponent in this hold. It did no harm and had a certain appeal to it all. "...I have some ideas, but nothing you'd expect." A wide smile stretched on Morgan's face as she played with the suggestion that was bound to be alluring. It had to have been working considering Noomi's leg boot brushed against her leg. Charming an audience was all part of the act, mind you, and Morgan loved to lure them in only to surprise them with something they didn't expect.

What nobody expected was what one magician tucked under her wristbands, nobody ever did. Sliding her left hand into her right wristband, she pulled out the survival bracelet she had hidden under there. It was one of those tightly wrapped ropes that you could keep on your person and sometimes they would have stuff inside. This one didn't but that was fine as all Morgan needed it for was the length of rope.

She did intend on using her contraband for good, of course.

One hand held onto that while she looked up at the curtain. A few rings held it up but it should pull of nicely with a tug. She'd just need to pull free from her opponent for a moment to pull down the curtain on the streamer's first act! Wrapped in the curtain, tied securely, she'd have little chance of escape and have to resort to using a reset. An early headstart to this endurance match!

"In fact you could say..." Morgan began her press starting to show signs of letting up. The magician was about to make her move as she continued. "...It is curtains for yoo-OUGH!"

Morgan grunted. That gave Noomi the opening to thrust her rear backwards and bunt her right in the stomach. Not expecting that and in the middle of her cheesy taunt ended up costing her that whole breath. She backpedaled a few steps, her arms sliding free of the maintaining the hold as they went to cover the blonde's stomach as she titled forward at the waist.

Noomi was none the wiser to Morgan’s sleight of hand, any movement of the other woman’s fingers had been lost to the struggle. What she did notice, however, was an opportunity. Her perky posterior slammed back into the blond with a surprising amount of force. While she might have looked fragile at a glance, the magician had been given a firm taste of what having a good glutes workout routine could do for you.

Noomi rolled her shoulders as they slipped free from Morgan’s grasp, happy to have bodily autonomy once again. A quick glance back saw that this delightful opening might be twofold and she knew not to waste it. Shoving off the wall she wheeled around on her boot heel, hastily moving to capitalize.

“Look who wasn't expecting that!” Noomi snickered as she reached the blond, making use of that little bit of extra height she had to reach over Morgan and clench her fingers tightly around the waistband of her shorts. With a hard tug, she pulled the woman closer, attempting to cramp the blond’s head between her legs before squeezing them in around her face like the jaws of a nutcracker.

This position had a great deal of potential to be exploited but she couldn’t squander it, opting to instead go all in on what was going to offer her up the greatest lead in this bout. She bent at the knees then hopped back, pulling hard on Morgan’s bottoms to try and partially drag her body vertically into a sitting piledriver. She didn’t need to lift the other girl to do damage, gravity would help her and this was a fast track to making her opponent see some stars that weren’t Noomi herself.

No. No she wasn't.

That was all Morgan could think of in the time it took for Noomi's hands to reach her shorts and give her a pull right into a pair of awaiting thighs. Things had started at a crawl but now they felt like they were at a sprint. There was hardly any time to feel those silky smooth thighs clamp and squeeze down on the side of her face. The sensation was warm but that was about as far as Morgan's brain could think of as her hands left her stomach and staggered into to press against the streamer's bare thighs. Her right hand cupped fully but her left betrayed her smuggled object of the rope bracelet she had as that hand instinctively held onto her item but also sought defend, pressing both object and hand into Noomi's flesh.

There wasn't any time to be calculating or clever beyond instinct. Noomi's grip on her shorts pulled and Morgan could feel it ride up on her backside as she was lifted. Morgan yelped as she found her feet leaving the ground. Up the magician went into Noomi's piledriver for one moment but then back down the next as Morgan's head came down first... right into the hard floor!

Riiiiiiiiiinnnngg!

Morgan blacked out on impact for a moment before coming too to hear her head ringing. The rest of her body collapsed and sprawled out, limbs landing chaotically about, her head still trapped in a pair of thighs with the tops of her shoulders pressing down on Noomi's legs. She wasn't out cold but she was definitely stunted from the impact.

There was a dull thud against the hard floor, muffled in equal parts by the studio carpet and Noomi’s thoughts hugged tightly around it. The streamer kept hold of the other woman’s shorts, keeping her backside hoisted up in the air, legs left to droop to the floor. She gave the girl a shake, feeling her limp body sway easily, threatening to fall over. With a cheerful giggle, Noomi took a hand away from where she held on to give the blond girl’s backside a firm clap with her hand, the crack of the spank significantly louder than the piledriver had been.  She tugged Morgan to the side, spreading her legs to flop Morgan onto her back across the floor.

“Still with me?” Noomi leaned forward, slipping over her hands and knees as she prowled up beside Morgan, slowly climbing over the top of her. Her knees bumped the girl's side lightly before she lifted one, moving to straddle her midsection. The streamer eased her body on top of her, letting her legs glide down along the magician's before they hooked outward, tangling the both of them in a grapevine. Her hands rested on Morgan’s shoulders, walking her fingers playfully down her arms until she found her hands, pulling them up over Morgan’s head.

She pressed her fingers down into the base of the other girl’s palms, sliding them down into her hands with the intent to interlock their fingers when she found something lodged in one of them. “Now what’s this?”

There was a change in the air.

No that wasn't coming from the distorted senses that came from taking a blow to the head although that might have been where it came from, figuratively speaking. When Morgan started this match, Noomi seemed like she was nothing more than a dorky e-girl but the rump check into the stomach, the pile driver... Even with her dazed mind, she could start to see something was off.

Though she hadn't quite placed it yet, she'd get there soon with her mind turning and foggy as it was right now.

Morgan's eyes slammed shut and she hissed as Noomi's hand came to slap across her rear. The sting lingered as she was toppled onto her back. "Uuugh..." Was Morgan's response to Noomi's inquiry about her status. It was two parts agony, one-part frustration as the blonde's slow, delicate movements showed she was still to be counted among the living but hardly in a condition to prevent her prowling opponent from moving in and sliding on top.

It was hard for her to make out the sensations, but Morgan could feel the rub and legs tangling with hers and the weight of Noomi coming down. The streamer's head came to block the light, catching the dazed attention of Morgan as she turned her head to meet Noomi's downward gaze, the magician's eyes opened but no more than slits for now. That soon changed when those walking, curious fingers came to try and tangle in Morgan's, discovering her little trick that she planned to pull had still been clenched inside one of her hands.

"It's... nothing..." Morgan huffed, her head shaking a little too frantically for her current state to represent just "nothing". It was, of course, just a rope bracelet, but a curious item to have given the situation and a lot more curious as to why one would have it...

“Give it…” Noomi demanded with the intonation of a girl telling a beloved pet to hand over a toy. The streamer didn’t leave it to Morgan to surrender it though, prying open her fingers by force. She didn’t take the time to examine what the item was, instead just stealing it away and giving it a small toss to set it aside from now. She couldn’t afford to play with that yet, her hands were committed to pinning Morgan down.

“That doesn’t look like nothing…” Noomi lowered her face down towards Morgan’s, playfully booping their noses together. The streamer spread her legs slightly wider, starting to test the magician’s flexibility. She rolled her hip, giving the girl a bump with her pelvis.

“What were you going to do with it?” Noomi asked again with a weightier breath, brushing their lips together. She let out a small giggle, flexing her fingers around Morgan’s hands, asserting her weight again to present she was very much in control of the situation.