Photoshoot: Janet and Anja

Held upon in the air, Anja had some time to really get shoved and rocked by the other girl. Luckily for her, it did not take as much time than she had anticipated and feared, probably cause the photographer had already thought that this was painfully looking, although Anja had enough faith in the Lakota girl that she would not cross the line.

And that paid off when she was lowered down again, sighing and moaning for a short time before sitting up again. Now was her turn, and a little smile crossed her face when she arranged herself behind her photo partner, grab her arms at the wrists to put them behind her back, moving her arms so that she could put Janet in the lotus lock by crossing her ankles behind the neck.
"...Here we go again..."

Janet tried to put as much pressure as she could on Anja while holding her in that ceiling hold without really hurting her. The holds needed to look as realistic as possible, or else the calendar just wouldnâ€t look right. Besides that, the Lakota also wanted to challenge her blonde partner in that silent, but obvious way. She certainly wouldnâ€t mind stepping into the ring with Anja…or stepping into the bedroom. Preferably both.

Janet let Anja go and sat up on her knees as the blonde moaned and groaned for a few seconds. “Sorry about that, sweetie. I hope you arenâ€t hurting too badly.”

The Native American wrestler wouldnâ€t move as her opponent scooted behind her, grabbed her arms, and yanked them behind her back. Then Anja fell back, crossing her ankles behind Janetâ€s neck and locking her into a lotus lock! Janet groaned as she was stretched out a bit, very much on display as her body was pushed out a little. “Ggrh…”

Anja smiled a little, softly patting Janet on the shoulder after she had taken her into the hold.
"No, I am fine. But thanks for asking."
The Lotus lock was not that punishing as a move itself, but with nearly bare upper bodies, every move had a little bit of punishment in it from a perspective of getting put on display. She had thought about what move this should have been as soon as she had been released from the ceiling hold, and this seemed appropriate as the customer could now see both girls pretty good.

"Okay ladies, that covers April. After you lose your trousers, Miss Janet is up for the pose."
The photographer explained after the flashing lights of the camera had gone off and Anja had relased Janet from the hold and lost her pants.

The lotus lock was quite the hold. Janet had never been put in one before, and now she knew just how spectacular it was, from the point of view of the recipient. It hurt, although it didnâ€t hurt too much, but at the same time it exposed her to the flash of the camera, just as she had exposed Anja in the ceiling hold. Had there been an audience, there would have been plenty of great views of both of them, from every angle.

Once she was released from the lotus lock, it was once again Janetâ€s turn to choose the pose. But first, she had to lose her pants. She looked at Anja as she stood up and grinned. “This is where the fun begins, isnâ€t it?” she mused, before undoing the button on her jeans and shimmying out of them, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties.

Once Anja had done the same, Janet would laugh and take her time thinking about what hold to use, circling around Anja, putting a hand on the blondeâ€s shoulder and leaning in close. “Hmm…what should I do next? A pretty girl like you in nothing but your bra and panties needs to be shown off to the camera…”

"It seems so."
Anja was quite intrigued with the appearance and demeanor of Janet at this point, she seemed to be dripping with confidence and sensual energy as the blonde looked at her whenever she came into her point of view. It also seemed to her that the girl was one of the girls that were the next in line for superstardom, but it would maybe take all a while to see what they had there.
"But something also sais me that people don´t want to stop in the middle of their calendar. Could be wrong, but I don´t think so."

As the clothes came off, so too did Janetâ€s inhibitions. She had been playing it cool so far in this calendar shoot, but she couldnâ€t help but be a little excited by the sight of Anja in nothing but her underwear. The Lakota wrestler took her sweet time about deciding what hold to put her blonde partner in next. She laughed when Anja pointed out just how long she was taking. “Yeah, yeah, I know. The suspense is just killing you, isnâ€t it?” She leaned in and gave Anja a kiss on the cheek.

“Well, donâ€t worry. Itâ€s time to show off that cute bra and panties set youâ€re wearing for all our AFW fans, Anja,” Janet would say. At this point, she realized that most of the more complex submission holds wouldnâ€t show off Anjaâ€s body very well for the photographer. On top of that, Janet was not really a specialist in those sorts of holds. So she would go with a hold she knew well, something simple and classic. Staying behind Anja, she would wrap both arms around the blonde girlâ€s neck and squeeze, putting her in a loose standing sleeper hold and pulling her head back a little so that her breasts would be pushed out towards the camera.

Anja smiled when she felt the kiss on her body, but the smile quickly froze when Janet mentioned the fans.
"Fans? That are the people I care nothing for. Okay, they pay the bills and receive a product in return, but it is just a marketing decision for me. Luckily, management agrees with me as it seems."

It was probably a good decision to let her just be herself instead of forcing her to put on a fake smile and laugh at bad jokes, even if she could do that. Caught in her thoughts, she was put into a sleeper hold and a little taken back in the hold, gasping for air in reflex with her arms paddling through the air while the photographer let the camera do her magic.
"That`s good. So real! Keep it up!"
She complimented the girls.

Janet was a little surprised when Anja totally dissed the fans. Obviously, Janet wasnâ€t particularly fond of them, either, but she at least appreciated the fact that their perversion allowed her to pursue a career which was ninety percent having sex with other hot women. A good majority of them were female, too, and a lot of those were pretty darn cute. “Well…wow, see, I canâ€t say Iâ€ve ever heard of a wrestler who was so vehemently against the very idea of fans. As I recall, you have quite a few fans yourself.”

The Lakota would shrug, knowing that there was really no reason to discuss the topic any further. Then, she locked Anja into her sleeper hold. It was tight enough that it would restrict some of the airflow moving to the blondeâ€s lungs, without actually choking her. She just wanted Anjaâ€s squirming to be realistic, after all. The photographer seemed to think it was perfect. Janet would grin at the camera, then nuzzle her face into the side of Anja neck, nipping at the blondeâ€s smooth skin.

“You smell good,” Janet would compliment her photoshoot partner. Eventually, the photographer would signal for Janet to let her partner go, and, though she was reluctant to do so, she would, giving Anja a light push and giggling some more as she did it. Janet was a little giddy, and was having quite a lot of fun.

Anja was struggling a little bit in the hold that was, as she had to admit, both fitting and quite breath taking all at once. Still she noticed the kiss on her cheek, struggling less to enjoy it a little bit.

When she was finally released, the Blonde caught a little bit, but more as a reflex, and shook her head to escape that dizzy feeling the unused position had caused in her.
"Thanks, Janet."
She replied in a friendly voice after clearing her throat a little more. The other girl seemed to have a lot of fun, so Anja would think a little bit about a good pose.
"Ah! I think you are going to like this... "
Intending to let deeds follow her words, she would load Janet backwards on her back for a nice torture rack with not much effort in the subject of pain, but where her fingers had the chance to play with and feel over the lips of the Lakota, and sometimes playfully put her hand over her mouth for a little dominance.

Janet was giggly and very happy as she finally let Anja go, giving the blonde a chance to breathe again and recover after suffering through that sleeper hold. “Youâ€re welcome, Anja. I mean it, too—you really do smell good. And taste good, too.” Janet would lick her lips, getting a very tiny taste of Anjaâ€s skin that was leftover on her lips from the kiss on the cheek.

For her part, Anja rebounded quickly, and the hold she put Janet into was expertly-performed, profoundly dominant, and more than a little bit painful. As a matter of fact, the torture rack was Janetâ€s second choice for a hold to put Anja into. As a matter of fact, she and Anja seemed to have been thinking along the same wavelength, picking out similar holds and seemingly picking each otherâ€s brains for ideas. Janet would groan into Anjaâ€s palm as she was stretched out over the blondeâ€s shoulders, on full display for the eager camerawoman.