Superstar Squash Women

Rileyjobs: I am in my dressing room, waiting around in a black bathrobe. Just keeping myself covered; I have a tendency to get into my match attire really early before my match, so I keep the bathrobe handy. I am going against Lucy today at SSW. Lucy was the biggest jobber here at one time, so it should be effortless. Yet, effortless matches are the ones that frighten me the most. I can get over losing to world champions or even mid-carders, but jobbers? Those losses are damn near irreversible from one's record, and I have a little too many of them. I pace around my dressing room fantasizing about my possible triumphs while simultaneously dreading my potential defeats! I see my cue light blink on and take a breath. I take my bathrobe off, hang it over my chair, and head over to the entry ramp. I kick my sandals off just backstage before I display myself for the crowd! They cheer and holler as their blonde beauty heads down to the ramp. I wave and pump my hips from side to side to give them a stunning look at my figure and assets clinging to my black bikini. I roll beneath the bottom rope and feel my feet acclimate to the canvas's texture. I breathe in the electric air of the arena before going to my corner. I lean back casually, appearing unworried about my match with the Jurassic jobber!

Rileyjobs:

lucysamson1982: Pacing in my dressing room as I grt ready, taking a deep breath, ive seen my opponent lose badly, but ive been on such a bad run, I need this, need to get back on track, and try to climb, not get pushed back deeper into the jobber ranks, boosted by a recent win as I take try to keep confident, wearing my gold bikini as I finally see the light blink and I make my way out, waving for the crowd as I make my way to the ring, seeing you already waiting, similarly sized, both of us have a lot riding on this, our points level, a win would get us both closer to that Superstar title, a loss push us lower, sliding under the ropes I pop up, raising my hands and smiling for the crowd as I head to my corner to await the bell...

lucysamson1982:

Rileyjobs: I see you come out, I tilt my head and smile. As you get into the corner, I attempt to start a dialogue with you. "I am really honored that you came to me to send you back down to the pits in points! It's where you belong." I chuckle as I take one small step out of my corner. "I am a little envious; I think you have kissed every other ass in SSW, but not mine!" I curl my lip into a pouty face. It's saddening. The bell rings, and the match is slated to start. I see your lean figure, a tough foundation to try to muscle through for me. But then again, stranger things have happened! My eyes narrow into yours as I move into the middle of the ring. I bend my knees, and my mouth curls into a cunning smile. I raise my hands, inviting you to a test of strength. A spectacle is on the rise here tonight; I can feel it. And the atmosphere is crackling with anticipation!

lucysamson1982: I glare as I listen to you "oh no bitch..you are just my next stepping stone!" My eyes locked on yours as I step out in to a crouch, a determined look on my face as my hands come up ready, taking a final deep breath before I step out of the corner to edge cautiously towards you as the crowd noise starts to build as the bell finally rings....

lucysamson1982:

Rileyjobs: You come out, crouched and prepared, and I bite my lower lip. I lightly shuffle my feet towards you, closing the gap, but keeping my eyes fixed on yours! I reach my hands out, pressing my palms into yours, entering a test of strength with you. You are taller than me, so I try to keep my stance wide and sturdy, difficult to push me off balance, even from above. I take a fully defensive position here, seeing if you will grant me an opening!

lucysamson1982: We finally meet toward the middle of the ring, my hands coming in as I press my palms to yours, sliding my right foot back to brace, knowing I'm slightly taller I push on my toes, trying to maximise that edge to push my weight into you, gritting my teeth as I try to win this first contest and force you back toward you corner....

Rileyjobs: I tried to root myself to the floor, but it was all for naught. You push off your whole foot, heel to toe, and my feet slide a few centimeters at first before I need to take a step back. After that first step, it is rough to try to get back from it as you gain momentum as we move; my feet stagger as I move backwards toward my corner... FAST

lucysamson1982: Starting to slip, I lean on, the leverage building as you go, allowing me to pick up the pace before I finally slam you back into the corner post, my body slamming on to you pin you in place as release your arms, sliding my forearm to your throat to choke you a moment before the ref intervenes....

Rileyjobs: I move back and get RAMMED into the leather turnbuckles. I gasp in pain from the collision, and my arms drop to my sides. I blink my eyes, and when I open them, your forearm runs into my throat, lifting my gaze to lock eyes with you. I grind my teeth together and grab your arm at your wrist and elbow, trying to shove you off me. I choke up some words: "Fuck... YOU!" Meanwhile, the ref steps up and begins to count to get you off me.

lucysamson1982: I smirk as you curse me, letting the ref count as I struggle to hold you, stepping back at the last minute as I switch to grab your hair, yanking you out of the corner and down to try to get you bent over, trying to keep aggressively on the attack...

Rileyjobs: I see your eyes; there is an evil presence there. Why else do you wait for the last nanosecond to let me go? Your arm uncrushes my throat, and I immediately take one of the deepest inhalations I have ever taken in my life. My body slinks back and leans in the corner, but it can't settle there as your hand entwines with my blonde locks. You yank me out, bent over, giving my side of the ring a very lovely view. I let out a small yelp and reach for your wrist to hopefully pry your hand off me!

lucysamson1982: The crowd behind cheering as you bend you over for them, smirking as you grab for my hand, I know I cant you like this too early, pulling you in while I can as I feel you prying my hand out of your hair, trying to guide your head between my thighs to transition to a standing headscissor if I can keep hold of you enough...

Rileyjobs: I am fighting with your hand while you guide my head around; all I can see is the ground and your feet as you tug me along. Soon, your thighs smoosh into my face. I can feel your golden bottoms on the back of my head and neck, and I groan and struggle as the squeeze sets in! Not only is the squeeze diabolical, but this stance, being bent down right below your pelvis, is incredibly awkward to maintain, and I can feel my hamstrings being stretched out. I grab at the outside of your thighs, trying to get enough of a hold to open your legs up and slip my head free!

lucysamson1982: Smirking as I try to keep your head out of the fight as I clamp my thighs in "gotcha bitch!" I laugh as I lean over to slap your ass for the cheers of the crowd, trying to humiliate you and keep you under control as I lean further, wrapping my arms around your body to hold you....

Rileyjobs: Your thighs are one hell of a unit, tough to open but also seamlessly making my vision blur and taking my senses away due to the crushing sensation! You spank me, and you can feel my body jolt underneath you and one of my legs buckle. The crowd roars when they see my ass jiggle from their viewpoint. The embarrassment is fucking unbearable, exposed and spanked like 30 seconds into the match?! What bullshit! I snarl and try to stay in the fight, but your squishy thighs are eliminating my resistance at a very rapid rate.

lucysamson1982: Holding on, I feel you tugging at my thighs as I squeeze, your legs wobbling a little, I drop back, trying to keep hold of your body to drag you with me and try to slam your head down into the canvas as I try to keep you subdued....

Rileyjobs: I feel you shift, a tree begins to fall, and I am but a poor squirrel trapped in the trunk. I know whats coming, I can see it coming as the canvas gets closer to my face! "AAA-NO!-" My body goes still in your arms, my head still tucked neatly between your soft thighs. I groan softly into a pocket of air between my mouth and the floor. Completely dazed. Face down- trapped in your legs, and ass up- pointed at the roof.

lucysamson1982: Slamming your head down I smile as you slump to the floor, pushing back i stand up, unable to resist a little showboating as I see your ass in the air, planting my foot on your ass as I raise my hands in a bicep pose for the cheering crowd, smirking as I step back and grab your hair and wrist, pulling you back to your feet as I try to yank and throw you running at the ropes...

Rileyjobs: My position is... exposing... to say the least. I feel your foot slap onto my ass, making me a prop for triumph. I tilt my head to the side, slowly coming back to the world of the living. My eyelashes flutter as I blink rapidly. As I look to the side, I am blinded by the flash of a camera. Some wise guy saw the pose and was quick to act, and of course got in just in time for my sorry mug to make the photo as well. Smooshed against the canvas. I groan again when your hand digs into my messy hair. I stagger up, then my speed increases as you send me running to the ropes. "WAAAAAAA!" I scream as I soar along the canvas. I lean into the elastic ropes, and the momentum snaps me back towards you like a boomerang. My eyes widen as I close in on you.

lucysamson1982: Enjoying my dominance as the cameras flash, capturing every moment as I drag you up and send you running, crouching ready, my body tensed as you bounce and rebound at me, stepping in as I duck to push my shoulder toward you to send you over me for a back body drop, wanting to take you down hard to keep control over you as I hear the crowd chanting....

Rileyjobs: The body is hurling back towards you; an unstoppable force is crashing back to you. Yet, you don't intend to stop the object- me, that is, approaching at high speeds! Your shoulder collides with the base of my torso and, in the same action, lifts me up. I scream as I spin in the air. I get, honestly, incredible height. I see you below me as the world feels like it's moving in slow motion while I fall. I finally understand what is happening; there is a moment of clarity I have in the air. I cut through the air, and I know; I am FUCKED! My body SLAMS into the canvas, and I holler a guttural roar of pain. My back arches instinctively before I writhe back and forth on the floor.

lucysamson1982: Your body sails over me, the cameras going crazy as every moment of your arc is captured before you crash down to the mat, the BAM on impact echoing around the arena as I raise an arm as you squirm and writhe on the mat, walking over I place foot on your chest to push you down, wanting to make a statement as I pose for the crowd pushing up to place my other foot on your face, standing full weight on you as I raise my arms again, posing for pics as I smirk at the ref "count this bitch!"....

Rileyjobs: I writhe back and forth; I can see the arena lights before your slender body comes up over me. I groan as your foot smashes down on my chest. You hold me in place and take another pose. I grip at your ankle and struggle before you step up and crush my sternum. Your other foot slaps onto my face, squishing my nose and pressing into my lips. My face is growing into darker shades of red with every passing nanosecond. The ref comes down and counts "1..." My body squirming, hoping to at least get on my shoulder up enough for the ref to stop the count, but I don't think I am going to get it as I hear a second slap, "2..."

lucysamson1982: I smile as I watch you squirm the crowd cheering, loving your humiliation as I stand firmly on top of you, watching the ref as you struggle and pull at my ankle, my arms out for balance "and just remember bitch...when this is done...its not over..." i laugh as I look at your eyes peeking out under my toes...

Rileyjobs: The terms of the match were... cruel to whoever the loser would end up being. Instead of just a pin, submission, or knockout. You needed a grand slam. One of each! I knew that... and I still agreed to it. Goddamn hubris! I see you smirking down at me, cruelly. Your toes flutter over my eyes, but I can still see you just enough as the ref slaps the mat. "3!" Instead of the typical bell ring to end the match, there is a bright *DING!* indicating one point for you.

lucysamson1982: Smiling as I hear the ref and the first bell, looking up to see the first light coming on under my name to show my point, stepping off you as I grab for your hair, pulling you back up to your feet, still trying to keep you bent over to keep you out of the fight...

Rileyjobs: You step off me, and I open my mouth for another deep inhalation. I tried to seal my mouth shut as tightly as I could while in the pin, for what I assume are obvious reasons. I reel as my face stops being crushed; my reprieve is short-lived. You grab my hair and yank me up to my feet. I was still bent over, breathing heavily. I go to grab your arm again to fight the hold, but my resistance is much slower this time.

lucysamson1982: Pulling you up, you grab for my wrist again, this time I grab your wrist with my other hand as well, swinging a leg in to step over as I pull your arm out trying to trap it betwen your legs, my ass against your shoulder as I start to pull your arm up, trying to free my wrist from your grip to get full control over your arm.....

Rileyjobs: You step over me and crank my arm up. I still have a hold of your wrist. You can hear me begin to make little whiny sounds while you pull my arm up, bending it against your pelvic region. I am forced to open my fingers and release your wrist. I try to step away from you and slide my arm back between your legs.

lucysamson1982: Trying to grip you in tightly, I pull up on your wrist but as I slide free you pull back from me, losing my grip before I can lock it in as you manage to pull your arm back from between my legs, growling in frustration as I turn to face you "just delaying the inevitable bitch!"....

Rileyjobs: You had a damn near deadly hold of my arm. I had to put most of my muscle in to get it free. As it slips from your grip, the strength added to the momentum forces me back a few steps, and I stagger down to the ground. I land on my ass and look up at you. "Please... give me one moment!" I beg as I press the soles of my feet into the canvas and try to crawl away!

lucysamson1982: You stagger back and fall on your ass, glaring down as you crawl backward on your ass, shuffling away as I come after "hmm...let me think..." i smirk as I grab your ankles, "how about...nope!" I glare down as you as I try to pull to drag you back toward the middle of the ring away from the ropes....

Rileyjobs: Your hands coil around my ankles and give a hearty yank. My upper body falls back and glides along the canvas to the middle of the ring. I try to dig my nails into the canvas to slow the pull, but it's no use! "GAH! NO!" My legs shake and pulse in your grip, trying anything before you get me into something awful!

lucysamson1982: Dragging you back as you claw uselessly at the smooth canvas, pulling your legs up as I step one foot through and twist your legs around mine "ready to scream for me?" I smirk as I twist and start to roll you over, trying to turn you to your belly into a sharpshooter....

Rileyjobs: Your foot rises, a terrifying image with both my legs in your hand. I immediately cover my sensitive bits, but you step through. My legs coil around your leg, and I see the end of this. "NO!" I shout and keep frantically yelling, "NONONONONONONONO" While we swirl around. As my belly presses into the canvas and my spine tightens. I reach out, "GAH-AAAAAAAAAAAAA!" I am reaching for the ropes and attempt to crawl in the hold, bringing you with me. I gotta make it!

lucysamson1982: Sitting back I pile the pressure on, feeling you claw and crawl as I sit my ass over your back, letting you drag me closer "nearly there...nearly there!" I smirk as your fingers stretch closer, before I stand a little and walk forwards, dragging you back into the ring before I slam my ass down on your back harder, pressing down as I fold you even further "now SCREAM!" I laugh as the ref steps in to check on you....

Rileyjobs: I dig my fingers into the canvas and pry and pull my aching body inch by bloody inch closer to the ropes. Screaming all the while. I reach out; my index finger grazes the elastic, but I can't quite get a hold of it as you pull me back. My body pathetically slides across the canvas. You drop your ass back, and my voice box peaks the microphone on every single phone camera in the arena: "AAAAAAAAAAAA!" I bring my hand down, battering my palm into the canvas. "I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT!"

lucysamson1982: Holding it on as you scream out your submission, keeping the pressure on your aching back a moment longer until the ref taps and threatens me, finally letting you drop as I stand back upright over your squirming body, using my foot to flip you over to your back as I point up at the second light illuminating over my name, looking down at you as I plant my foot on your chest to hold you down "youve been pinned....youve screamed out your submission...only one step left...LOSER!" I smirk as I lock my eyes on yours as I stand hands on hips, posing again for the camera....

lucysamson1982:

Rileyjobs: You hold it on longer, and my submissions do not slow down; they actually speed up. It seems like I said the phrase "I submit" three times in one second, which is probably a world record. You let up the pressure under threat from the ref. My body unfurls, and my legs drop down to the canvas. I take heavy breaths into the canvas before you flip me around. "GUH!" Your foot presses onto my chest, forcing more air out of me. I stare at you, tired eyes and a defenseless body beneath you. I lightly shake my head 'no'.

lucysamson1982: I smile down at you, your body clearly too weak to resist "oh yes....time for your nap!" I smirk as I step off you, turning to stand over your head as I lower down slowly to my knees, making you take this in as I reach back and grip your hair to keep you face up as I press my ass down on to you to smother you....

Rileyjobs: I am forced to watch you over me, like a vulture about to dive down on a defenseless carcass. Your feet plant on either side of my head; your gold-clad ass lowers down to me at the speed of a rickety ass elevator in the creepiest building you can think of. I can't look away as you hold me there. My nose was first, pressing into the golden fabric and immediately making my eyes roll up into the back of my head. Your ass consumes my face. My broken body can only resist so much; my arms slap up at your thighs helplessly. My legs bevel in, and my soles press into the canvas, while my body shifts uncomfortably back and forth. This match has been a nightmare, and I can only pray that I go out quickly!

lucysamson1982: I feel you squirm, watching your gorgeous but broken body struggle weakly as you feet press and push against the mat, feeling you slap at my I grab your wrists, knowing you cant see it coming as I yank your arms off to plant them to the mat, circling my hips to grind my ass down on to your face "just enjoy kissing my ass wimp!" I smirk as I settle down firmly into the smother, loving the control as I humiliate you, the cameras flashing to capture every angle....

Rileyjobs: Using your ass for the final point you needed was a needlessly cruel ending to this squash. You pin my arms down and swirl your hips. My face moves around with your ass, my makeup smears a bit, and you can feel how the pressure against my lips makes them open. It sort of gives the effect of a smooch on your bum. As we settle in, you can see my breath slow as my torso stops rising and lowering. My legs extend and drop, and I pass out beneath your golden ass.

lucysamson1982: Grinding down harder for complete humiliation as I watch your struggles slow, feeling your lips against my ass as I keep pressed firmly as I sit more upright, lifting off your arms as the ref steps in, lifting your arm, letting it drop, staying seated on your face as I pose for the crowd before the ref checks again, and finally signals to end the fight, the final bell ringing as the third light goes on, lifting off your sleeping face as I plant my foot on your face again, smiling and posing for the cameras as they capture my win....