One Wednesday Night at the Gym

Zulime was having fun this evening. She dragged her chest along Aisha's, letting her know what the Riverboat Queen was bringing to the table. Her sparring partner was struggling against her, but Zulime was quite fit. Plus, she had a very good position on Aisha. She leaned in a little bit closer, her large breasts mushrooming against Aisha's skin.

She playfully started humping Aisha. "Come on, let's see some of the fight that you got in ya. There's gotta be some fire in that belly." Aisha had gumption. Zulime knew that. She just wanted to get it out of her.

"Hey!" Aisha cried out, feeling her begin to hump her, dragging breasts across her body. If only she had known Zulime was one of those sort of wrestlers here at AFW. Of course there was several verbal teels and actions that should have been a rather good tell all, but Aisha had ignored them, being too tired to act upon that and notice.

Summoning her strength, she pushed her some more, managing to get herself on top now but not sure what to do.

Zulime felt Aisha's strength for the first time. Truth be told, it was nice. The woman was quite attractive, and there was some power to her. Zulime had always been a fan of powerful ladies, and she was more than getting her jollies in this little tussle. The Riverboat Queen was on her back now, and instead of trying to defend herself, she put her hands behind her head and smiled.

"Alright, honey. You got me. Now what are ya gonna do with me?" Zulime flirted. She really was curious as to what her dancing partner could bring to the table.

Aisha was just there on tp of Zulime, holding her there unsure of what to do. Was she to go into an armbar, some sort of chokehold, an array of punches, she was unsure of what actually she should be doing right at that moment. The Cajun had utterly confused her, making for the first time in a sort of wrestling environment since she first started unsure what to do exactly next, something that utterly surprised her.

So she kind of just stood there a top her, not knowing what to do.

Zulime looked up at her erstwhile opponent. She seemed a bit shy. Timid even. The Riverboat Queen understood that she could have this effect on people, to just make them pause and do nothing. Most of the time, she did not mind it. But, with this particular woman, and on this particular Wednesday evening, Zulime wanted it all.

She moved her hips provocatively, and looked up at Aisha. "What? Ain't you gonna choke me or somethin'?" The Riverboat Queen made no attempt to get out from under her opponent. "You don't wanna get me to submit to you?" She probed.

"No I umm... shut up... I'll do it," she says, shaking the perversions off and going for a simple and straight forward armbar, moving to position herself and lock in the move. She'd yank the arm, wedging her left hand inadvertently in between her own breasts, pulling hard. She wasn't a natural at submissions but she could still get the job rather done.

At first, Zulime felt a rather nice sensation. Seeing a cutie such as Aisha get all flustered was quite an experience in and of itself, but it was followed up by something that was even nicer. Zulime's hand was guided between Aisha's breasts, and had she a moment longer, she would have loved to give them a little bit of a squeeze. Only, she felt something quite different not even five seconds later. The Riverboat Queen was wrenched into an armbar, and shooting pain coursed through that limb.

The playful smile that flitted across her face was replaced with a grimace. Zulime found herself squeezing Aisha's leg, not really sure what to do or how to get out of this particular situation.

Aisha was not master of the submission this was true, but if anything she knew how to apply an arm bar. It was the strength compared to her opponent that would prove wither she managed to hold such in place, locking it in. Her arm, deep within those mammarys was trying to get her not as distracted, focusing on the impromptu match that she found herself now in. Zulime was making this difficult and more so than just her sensuality.

Aisha was not letting go, and Zulime was getting frustrated. She had lived an easy, blessed life, and dealing with things when they got difficult was not really in her repertoire. So when the little punkette made this difficult, Zulime let her frustration show on her face. Her strong arm was boiling over with pain, and now Zulime was in quite the situation.

She tried pulling once, but all that resulted in was in more pain. Switching tactics, she tried to use her strong legs to pull them towards the ropes. There was no ref here, but it did not seem like Aisha was such a bad person that she would not accept a rope break.

Aisha had her good now, locking in the hold that she rather knew so well. However Aisha was not a heavy girl, far from that, light and lean, built for being fast and agile with just enough strength to put on a few holds and get some grapples on. So it was rather easy in the end for Zulime with proper leverage to reach the ropes and since such was simply a training match, Aisha was a good sport and let her go, rolling off and away as she got ready to get back into the fray, assuming her stance and calming her breathing, waiting for the Cajun.

"Ready again?" she asked her, having now to be careful as she knew Zulime wasn't the typical wrestler.