Laser Room match: GOLDFINGER vs. Julie

Pinned and on her way to exhaustion, that was the way GOLDFINGER wanted to see her opponents behave. She would let Julie work herself out at her hearths content, giddy to see how her muscles were moving and in which direction she was trying to free herself now with only her legs available. The cute little bucks and bridges, the stretching and consequent retreats of the shapely legs of the other girl drew her into a kind of fascination so that she wanted to have her even more, kissing her rewardingly while her supposed prey was in the middle of a strong attempt or when she was a little bit resting as an incitement.

Then, after a while she had enough of being entertained for now.
“Sshh, relax, Julie. Watch…“
She would say in a mixture of suggestion and command before she would raise one of her legs over the Irish girl to put it down on the other side of her body, straddling her while keeping her arms pinned to restrain her even more.

Julie was still valiantly trying to provide resistance, or rather, fake resistance, but it was all too obvious that anything that she could provide was not going to be any match for GOLDFINGER. And that the reason for it was not just their difference in size and capability, but also a pronounced lack of willingness too... The Spunky Irish was getting more and more immersed to the clutches and seductiveness of her golden opponent, and providing resistance was appearing an increasingly useless thing to do.

Frankly, the whole setting of the situation did not support the thought either. First of all, they were on a bed...and second of all, GOLDFINGER's moves had so far leaned very heavily on the softer side. The whole laser room thing was almost like a distant memory for Julie right now, as all she could think of was what the golden woman was doing to her, and what did she plan on doing to her...

Granted, maybe Julie was supposed to have been more resistant. Maybe she was supposed to be a tougher fighter. But her foe was clearly like a villainess, and Julie was by no means a superhero... To be honest, right now she was starting to consider "an innocent victim" to be the most prudent role for her tonight.

Thus, it was no surprise that the gingerhead did exactly as her opponent requested. Stayed silent, relaxed, and just watched what was to come.

Finally, the puny resistance of her victim stopped. GOLDFINGER had enjoyed that experience very much, the young body of Julie had given its best and was now ripe for the picking in the golden eyes of the villainess.

“Mmhh, good girl.“
Awarding Julie for her effort, one of the hands of the bigger girl would leave a hand of Julie free to roam when she pleased while her own finger would streak over the face of the Irish, following the features there until it had reached the lips of the smaller girl where it would stay and explore it from all sides and angles before she made a kissing motion to signal Julie that she had to kiss her finger first before it would descent deeper into even better hunting grounds.

Julie's cooperativeness seemed to quickly pay off, as GOLDFINGER allowed one of her hands to actually become free now. The big question was though, what was Julie going to do with the benefit? It wasn't like she was supposed to all of a sudden start providing resistance, was she? But the other options - such as letting her hand to roam free on her opponent's golden body - did not really feel any more natural either. She knew she was being GOLDFINGER's victim here, and taking initiative was not really something that would have felt like the right thing to do in that position...

Well, at least she was being a "good girl". That was at least something. And that was the way Julie remained, staying still as a golden finger began wandering on her face, until it settled on her lips, followed by a kissing motion from her opponent's own.

Now, Julie wasn't all that dumb, but she did not really realize at first what she was being told to do. The Spunky Irish was momentarily confused, just looking into the golden woman's eyes... But as the finger remained still on her lips, slowly her brain began putting the idea together. Eventually, the gingerhead gave a shy kiss on the golden finger, however still being totally unaware of any plans or ideas regarding "hunting grounds" by her opponent.

Showing a large amount of patience, GOLDFINGER took her time until Julie had figured out what she should do with the finger that was patiently waiting on her soft and kissable lips. She would then replace the finger with the thumb and wait until Julie had kissed that too before she would let it slip down to the bra of the smaller girl and remove it with skilled hands, laying it at the side not too far away from her reach before her other hand would go down and pin down Julie by the throat, being fully confident that it would be more than enough to keep her down.

“Oh, looks like somebody is already a little bit excited here.“
She concluded, smiling gently with a lewd, subtle twist woven in before she would cup one of the breasts before moving to the other one for a squeeze.

Julie wasn't exactly sure yet whether her actions were being the ones desired by her opponent, but at least the kiss on her finger did not elicit a hostile response. The puzzling part was that then the finger got replaced by a thumb...was she supposed to do the same thing for that finger too? Well, the gingerhead figured that she might as well try... And apparently that was the right answer, since after the thumb had received its little treat, it was time for the hand to move somewhere completely elsewhere...

Suddenly, GOLDFINGER began removing Julie's bra. Now, the Spunky Irish froze completely... True, this was essentially a bed wrestling match. True, the victory condition involved some kind of restraints - which was all that Julie could recall about it right now. But still, having her bra taken off, or getting stripped in general, was not something that she would have been mentally prepared for...not yet at least!

Julie's confusion guaranteed that GOLDFINGER had all the time in the world to strip her bra off, and begin her familiarization with the gingerhead's breasts. Finally though, the golden woman's words began to sink in, and the Spunky Irish realized that she probably was still supposed to be fighting against her! That realization came though way after her throat had already gotten pinned, causing some slight difficulties for breathing, and firmly cementing her position as the trapped fighter.

"Uggh... Nngh...!" The gingerhead began to voice out some sounds of exertion as she tried to place her free hand on the arm that was pinning her throat down, and push it further away from her. The power behind the attempt was not much though, and it might have been easy to guess that the attempt was rather half-hearted. On the other hand Julie knew she had to try to free herself, but on the other she was secretly curious to see where this all was going to be leading to...

The golden painted woman had already made a good progress in undressing and controlling Julie when the smaller girl finally and literally sputtered back to life after she felt herself chocked just a little bit, giving further testament to her inexperience in these kind of environments.

Intrigued by the sudden yet mostly token resistance, she would let her hand play on the throat of Julie a little bit, giving much or less pressure depending on how she was reacting to it. Her other hand had meanwhile played with the breasts of her opponent, rubbing nipples as if appraising them before she would let her hand slide down further, briefly massaging the belly button before her hand would reach behind her and put her middle finger on the panty of Julie, smiling triumphantly.
“Any trouble, Julie-chan? I am really anxious to see what you got under there too, but why hurry? Not as if we don´t have time…“

If Julie had realized that GOLDFINGER was mostly playing with her now, she may have provided some consistent resistance - or maybe not - but the way the Golden woman began varying the amount of pressure on the gingerhead's throat clearly affected the level of resistance she was providing. The harder she pressed, the more she gave, and when her breathing became almost effortless again, it was almost as if she wasn't resisting at all. It was partly due to the Spunky Irish having already subconciously surrendered to her fate, but also partly due to the fact that there were also other things that were grabbing her attention.

Such as the groping of her breasts. It felt really like a forbidden fruit...something that the smaller girl couldn't deny enjoying, but at the same time knew that she wasn't supposed to let it be happening.

But then the wandering hand went lower and lower, eventually all the way down to her panties. On some level Julie knew that them coming off was just a matter of time, but on another level it felt like she should really protest against it - and GOLDFINGER's gentle taunting did not really help that matter.

But what could she do? Truthfully, not much. Except to, well, protest. "N-no! I-.. I won't let you!"

“Sshh. If you say something like that you´re making me giggle, and that is not something I want to do.“
GOLDFINGER had a smug smile on her lips before she would put her idle finger on the lips of Julie for a moment to gently shut her up before her hand would slide down again to press one of the breasts of the other girl as playful punishment for her cheeky dare to say something like that.

Her other hand would meanwhile add a little more pressure on the sex of the Irish, massaging the clit that seemed just to wait for her before using her little finger and thumb to massage the space between the legs and the womanhood of her opponent for another teasing upping of the ante.
“You tell me when you are ready to be taken.“
The gold sprayed girl offered with a fake sign of cooperation.

"Making her giggle?" Right. Now Julie's cheeks were no longer red just because of arousal or confusion. Now they were also red from embarrassment. No, she couldn't deny that she was being very helpless against her golden enemy - but still, having to face the fact stated out so bluntly was not exactly a pleasant feeling.

But then again, was it really a surprise? Could she have expected of anything more?

Besides, those thoughts were soon interrupted by the pressing of her breasts, which once again steered the gingerhead's instincts towards sweet submission...

Needless to say, the pressure on her sex, and the massaging of her clit did not help. The Spunky Irish tried to gather her strength once again, to make one last effort of resistance... But it appeared to be the weakest of them all. Even if it was a bit embarrassing to admit, Julie knew that resistance was no longer an option. Submitting to her enemy seemed to be the only one.

As GOLDFINGER gave her instructions, the Irish girl did not answer. She wasn't ready to admit, that she was ready. But the moans that she began eliciting were quite telling... "Ooohhh... Mmh... Mmmmmmhhh..."