Unfinished Erotic Business

Martha leaned back in her office chair, her lavish room furnished beautifully. Hers was truly a seat of power, running the company with a confident fist of near iron. The men lusted after her, and many of the women looked the other way in shame of what she had done to them when they were more mouthy to her.

Still, something felt off today. She held her cel-phone, flicking it open and closed fitfully for a while. At last, she smiled, unable to help herself. She wanted it and she wanted it now. "Hold my calls," she said into her intercom, then hit the contact and send button.

She crossed her legs and sat back, loosening her top by a button or two like she liked it and waited for her to pick up. "This you, bitch?" she'd grin.

Tasha was in her room at the moment, lying in her bed on her back, and looked up at the ceiling with a small sigh. She didn't really have anything going on for the moment, and honestly had nothing better to do than just lay on her back. It was then that she suddenly heard the phone that was connected to the room ringing. She stared at it for a moment, wondering how anyone knew the number when even she didn't know it.

Curiosity getting the better of her, she rolled over and reached for the phone. She blinks at the voice on the phone, not recognizing at first. Regardless, she decided to play a bit smart ass with the woman. "No, sorry. You reached the wrong number. This isn't You Bitch, this is Tasha Veith." She replied, hiding a small smirk as she spoke.

"Oh no, I'm right," Martha. "I found you easy enough, for a purple-haired celeb, especially with my... heh... considerable assets at my disposal. Don't know if this whittles it down at all, but last I saw your bare ass we had a score to settle..."

It was then Tasha recognized the voice, and slowly started to grin, and rolled over onto her belly on the bed. "Oooh.. Hello Martha.." She replied, suddenly very interested in what the woman had to say. "And yes.. I agree.. how do you suppose we remedy this situation, hmm?"

Martha laughed jovially when she was recognized. "Good. No formalities," she said with a smile. "I was thinking something more intimate than some ring in front of drooling fans. This is between you and me, after all, not some title or street cred or anything. So perhaps you'd rather come to my place. Or yours, whichever you think you'll lose the slowest in..."

Tasha smiled a little at her offer, and chuckled as she was done. "I'll tell you what honey... we both seem to be prideful women, no? With that in mine, I propose this. We take the fight here. In a private room. In an erotically scented oil pit. Hentai. Submission. Now are you ready for the cherry on top of this erotic sundae?" She asked, before going on. "Loser worships the winner after the match and you get the loser nude at your place for one night, whenever she chooses to use it. How does THAT tickle those lovely black lace panties, hmm?" She cooed.

Martha laughed loud and proud as Tasha finished. "It tickles them fine. I'll leave the bitches here for the rest of the work, tell off some ad agents, and deliver your sexual serving in the hour, sweety. I might even buy you a brand new leash for your little stay at my place... help guide you in licking all the oil off of me," she grinned.

Tasha smiled on her side when she heard Martha laughing, and accepting her offer. "Hmm... can't wait. That is, I can't wait to hear you screaming your submission after I make you cum again and again.." She replied. "No strikes though.. a little slapping is fine, but this is to be a soft match, all right? Heh.. my body's still aching a bit from our last brawl.."

"Hm, well suppose there's nothing wrong in being a little soft then. A little," she emphasized. "Hope you're ready, sweety. Those knees and lips are gonna get a real workout tonight, at the very least." If there was no more, she'd wrap up some minor business and head out to her place

"Be ready in an hour, all right honey?" She said before Martha hung up on her. She then hung up herself, and decided to get a shower before the match.