Sensual Circus: Vanderdecken Vs. Romana Weiss

Vanderdecken looked down as Romana stuffed her assets back in her bodice. She then pushed her own breasts up. "So you're saying I don't have anything to play with?" She let go and they wobbled back into place. If you keep up these sorts of insults you might make me cry." She said as she traced a finger down her cheek and revealed the tear tattoo she had under her eye. "Or break my heart." She added dryly, tracing a ginger between her breasts and across the heart tattoo. "I wear it on the outside you know so I'm a really sensitive girl." She told Romana in a deadpan voice.

But she couldn't keep jawing with Ramona forever. The audience payed for vaudevillian, not stand up! Vanderdecken would swing a hard kick at Romana's face, secretly hoping the girl would be skilled enough to duck. If her foot had not struck true or been grabbed, she would spin around and prat fall, making herself look like she was going to tumble but really throwing her body weight forward to slam her butt down into Romana's lap/stomach.

Romana instinctively ducked her head, the other girlâ€s wild kick hitting the air above her. However she had no time to do anything else before Vanderdecken turned the miss into a disguised butt-drop, crashing straight into Romanaâ€s lap.

The pink-clad fighter grunted loudly at the weight landing on her stomach, some of the air being driven from her lungs. It was the first solid blow of the match and served as a reminder to Romana that this wasnâ€t going to be all play. She rocked back a little from the impact, legs flailing up in the air.

Though she was on the floor with her opponent sitting on top of her, Romana would do her best to fight back. Her theatrically flailing legs would draw in, trying to clamp around Vanderdeckenâ€s waist to hold her in place with a body scissors. Meanwhile Romana would thread her arms through the Dutch girlâ€s armpits to wrap around her torso, furthering her hold on the other girlâ€s body.

“I meant no offence, honey,” Romana panted, recovering from the effects of the butt-drop whilst trying to tighten her own body scissor hold. With her arms round Vanderdeckenâ€s chest she would move to grab at the other girlâ€s top.

“Anything else you want to get off your chest?” she asked playfully, before tugging at Vanderdeckenâ€s costume in an attempt to fully expose her tattooed breasts to the crowd. Romana saw it as revenge for earlier, plus she was intrigued to see how the other girl would react to being groped by her greedily searching hands.

Vanderdecken was about to roll away when she felt Romana's thigh's clamp around her waist. Shit! She thought as she pushed at the legs. Should have known better than to try something like that on someone who is actually good. While she tried to push at Romana's thighs, she felt her breasts suddenly seized. A blush came over the Dutch girl and instantly her hands went up to hold Romana's hands in place. She couldn't contain the embarrassment but she made she her face remained dull despite a soft gasp she let escape. She pushed against Romana's hands, forcing them against her breasts and pushing up her cleavage. It was a small price to pay to keep from being exposed and after letting out a soft pant, she tilted her head. "A-At least by me dinner first." Her tone remained dry except for the almost unnoticeable stutter at the beginning. Still, she appreciated the fact that Romana remained playing with her even as she struggled to wriggle free and avoid the first embarrassment.

In the spot she was in, the best she could manage was to try and lean back and bring her legs up to displace the ladies center of gravity. She would then try and kick her legs downward and twist so the two would hopefully be jostled and would end up on their sides, or possibly with Romana on top of Vanderdecken who would be on propped up by her knees. Regardless, the crowd would get a shot that looked very much like Romana was humping Vanderdecken, if the acrobat's move succeeded at all.

Romana was a little surprised as she thought she detected a hint of shyness in her opponentâ€s voice, as Vanderdecken grabbed her hands to protect her modesty. She had little time to consider this, though, before the Dutch girl rocked back into her, unbalancing the entwined wrestlers, before pushing herself up onto her knees to break the waist scissors.

Romana was now behind the kneeling Vanderdecken. The pink-clad fighter had pretty much lost her hold on the other girl now, so she withdrew her arms and stepped back entirely, plotting her next move. Both wrestlers had learned a little about the other in that opening exchange.

With Vanderdecken apparently a little flustered, Romana felt she could keep the initiative in their verbal / physical sparring.

“Buy you dinner? Oh, why canâ€t we just get straight to business…” Romana grinned. As she said this she reached around the waist of her costume, and began unfastening the long skirt that was attached to the back of her outfit. She quickly whipped the material away and held it in front of her. Behind, the crowd now had a better view of her rear, the German girl clad in her pink-and-black bodice.

“How about it, huh?” she smiled mischievously. Of course Romana wasnâ€t really stripping off, she just found it easier to fight if her skirt was removed, but she could still play on everyoneâ€s expectations. She hoped a little bit of cheeky flirting might buy her time.

“Hey, catch!” she said suddenly, throwing her pink skirt up in the air towards Vanderdecken. The acrobat would try and use this distraction to run forwards and perform a dropkick on the other girl.

Vanderdecken scrambled forward when she felt Romana release her hold, adding a Dick Van Dyke like prat fall before hopping up and spinning to face Romana. Vanderdecken WAS a little embarrassed but also wasn't stupid. She knew what kind of match this was and if the two of them weren't naked by the end of it then they were doing something wrong.

Vanderdecken's eyes shifted down to Romana's waist as she began to sensually undo the skirt. "The last time you suggested that, you got a face full of snakes." She chastized dryly. "If that's your thing, you can have another peek." She said and pulled open her pants and ran her her finger back and forth along the pant line.

While she was doing this, she watched Romana seductively remove her skirt. When Romana held up her skirt, Vanderdecken turned her head. "Oh yeah?" She questioned and brought her hand up to her head. "Two can play that game." She slid her hand up onher hat and held it and brought it down sedictively down her face and chest and whipped it out in front of her. She gave a dry "Ha!" before furrowing her brow. "No, wait." She said and began to bang at the top of her hat like there was something stuck in it.

But by that time, Romana had tossed her "cape" and Vanderdecken looked up only to see a skirt flying at me.

Shit! She thought as the "cape" fell over her a second later she was getting kicked hard int he chest and went stumbling backwards and to the ground like some sort of colorful bumbling ghost.

Romana landed gracefully from her heavy running dropkick, nimbly rolling back up onto her feet. She gave a little grin of triumph as she saw her move had hit even better than she had hoped, Vanderdecken now struggling on the floor beneath the fabric of Romanaâ€s discarded skirt.

“Aw, are your tricks failing you?” The pink-haired girl teased, referencing the clownâ€s antics with her hat. “Well, letâ€s see if you can… escape the cape!” she announced, limbering up for her next move.

With Vanderdecken flailing on the floor, seeming like she was wrapped up in the pink cape, Romana would take a few steps back to create a run up. Then the agile fighter would dart forwards, pulling two theatrical handsprings before jumping up with her elbow raised. Romana was taking as bit of a risk that her opponent had not escaped in time, but if Vanderdecken was still on the ground she would get hit with a fairly hefty elbow drop.

Vanderdecken was hit the ground with a thud and began to kick her feet so it looked as though she was struggling. "She's good." The acrobat muttered to herself as she reached into her pants and pulled out a little egg. Good a time to use this as any but I figured I could save this. She thought as she smashed the Egg against the ground and it sparked and smoke began to billow from it. Though Vanderdecken couldn't see, she knew that she had at least a few moments as Romana monologued a bit. under the cover of the cape, Vanderdecken could afford to smile and grinned big. Actually, if I'm going to have one of these kinds of matches, I'm glad it's with someone like her. She thought and attempted to roll out from the cape. She didn't know what, if anything Romana was planning but knew being under the cape would be a bad idea regardless. She hoped that she could escape and unless Romana was able to see her as smoke followed Vanderdecken, Romana would elbow a big pile of smoke, completing the tricky tumbler's disappearing act.

If Vanderdecken wasn't caught, she would then her head to check on Romana's state and then try and hop up silently to her feet and tip toe away much to the amusement of the crowd who came for a pervy Hentai show and were instead getting treated to a stunning Vaudevillian performance by two top class performers.

Romana had elegantly spun through two forwards handsprings and leapt into the air, elbow raised. At the last minute she realised something was wrong with the cape she was planning to hit, but it was too late to stop. She crashed down, elbow first, but instead of hitting Vanderdecken she smashed straight into the unyielding floor, sending a jolt of hard pain up through her arm.

She cried out and rolled over in anguish. As she did so she became aware of the second nasty surprise, that the cape had been covering a big patch of smoke. As Romana lay on the floor clutching her elbow, thick foggy clouds began to drift around her body, disorienting her even more. She had no chance of seeing where Vanderdecken had escaped to through the haze.

The pink-clad wrestler had other problems anyway; sheâ€d accidentally sucked in a bit of the smoke as sheâ€d cried out in pain, and now she was coughing and her eyes were watering a little. She got to her knees and started to crawl through the smoke, flailing wildly at the air to try and clear it. Romana knew she looked pretty helpless right now and could hear the crowd laughing in appreciation of Vanderdeckenâ€s crafty trick.

“Gah… where did you go!!” poor Romana exclaimed in frustration, as she staggered blindly in search of her opponent.

Vanderdecken turned and looked to see Romana struggling in the smoke. She waddled as fast as she could, prat falling her way towards the edge of the 'ring' in comic fashion. When she was close enough, she grabbed two big cream pies that were on display and began to waddled back towards Romana. Calling out to the girl as she pulled her arms back. "Oh, sorry!" She called out. "I'm over here!" Hoping that Romana would turn to face her opponent, Vanderdecken would launch her pies at Romana hoping to hit her in the face and chest respectively. That would surely up the ante a bit both in the hilarity and sexy departments.

As Romana stumbled up onto her feet, she turned her head unthinkingly at Vanderdecken's call.

"Huh? Oh, there you- umphhh!!"

The pink-haired girl was rewarded with a big cream pie splatting straight into her face, cutting her off mid-sentence, and instantly covering her pretty features in white fluffy goo. Her world went dark as her senses got engulfed in cream, but she could feel a second pie strike her in the chest, a direct hit on her pert cleavage. Cream streaked across the top of her breasts, and pie filling oozed down between them, splattering messily inside her wrestling costume.

Romana stood frozen to the spot for several moments as she came to terms with the gooey humiliation Vanderdecken had dished out. She was intensely aware that she looked pretty stupid now; the crowd's laughter was confirmation of that. Her elegant good looks had been ruined by a thick coating of cream!

Standing there seemingly stunned by the pies, Romana's jaw slowly dropped in theatrical indignation. She was a performer at heart, and whilst suffering such messy humiliation was never ideal, she had been around circuses long enough to offer a decent, deadpan reaction to a surprise pie hit like this.

Mouth agape, she tentatively licked at the cream round her lips. With exaggurated slowness she would bring her hands up and carefully wipe the pie from her eye sockets, then fix Vanderdecken with a steely glare.

"Ugh, how could you!" she pouted. Romana then reached between her breasts, scooping out a handful of the white gunk from her cleavage and then flicking it playfully at Vanderdecken. Beneath the mess, the pied girl was now smiling a little.

"When you said that you wanted me to buy dinner first... this is NOT what I had in mind!"

Wiping a little more cream from her face, Romana would look up and try to carefully advance on the clown girl, moving nearer to the edge of the arena where the pies lay waiting. She was thinking about how she might get some payback, though she knew she didn't really have the initiative in this exchange.