The Femme Fatales - Ch. 07

"Hey, txt/call me tomorrow??"

It was a message from Alexis. Damian had just finished showering in the locker room and was drying off when the alert pinged on his phone. It was such a simple text. Just reach out to her sometime tomorrow. But it put a strange feeling in Damian's stomach knowing what he would be reaching out about: how she had completed dominated and humiliated him in the ring, made him jerk himself off, and essentially branded with his own cumm. Even just thinking about it, he could still feel Alexis' foot pressing firmly onto his face, marking him as "her property."

Damian was just about to put his phone away when he noticed another notification, this one came from Olivia.

"Hey! Pizza/drinks at my place tonight? If you'd rather just go home, that's totally cool too."

Damian had thought that he would probably just go home and crash early, but he also didn't want to turn down some free food. He finished drying off and getting dressed before heading out to the main lobby, finding it basically empty. That didn't surprise him, as he definitely took one of his longest showers in recent memory, giving himself some extra time to clear his head.

He replied with a simple "Sure :)"

As he made his way out to the parking lot, there were only a few cars left. He figured one probably belonged to Tony, who was probably still inside somewhere closing up. Damian saw his own car, beside which was another that had a small figure leaning against it. It took him a brief moment, mainly as his eyes adjusted to the darkness outside of the arena, to make out that it was Olivia.

"You definitely know how to keep a girl waiting," she called out once Damian got within reasonable earshot.

"Well if I had known you were waiting," Damian started with a chuckle, "then I would have taken a shorter shower."

"Well anyway," Olivia said as she made her way to the driver side door of her car, "you can just follow me. We'll order delivery when we get there."

By the time Damian grabbed his keys out of his pocket, Olivia had already started her car and was pulling away before her door was even fully closed. He quickly got in his car, started it, and began following her.

--

It only took about 10 minutes before they both pulled into the parking lot of a small apartment complex.

Her apartment occupied the end of a row of single story units, the last door along the sidewalk. Being the end unit meant she only shared one wall with a neighbor, and the extra windows along the side let in warm afternoon light that made the place feel larger than it really was. A narrow concrete patio wrapped around one side, bordered by a strip of grass with a few neglected flowerpots and a folding camp chair.

As they made their way inside, the apartment was modest but welcoming. The front door opened directly into an open living room and kitchen separated by a breakfast bar. The furniture looked like it had been collected over time rather than bought as a matching set. There was a dark gray couch, an oversized recliner, and a scratched wooden coffee table that had clearly survived several moves. A large television hung on one wall above a low entertainment stand, while a bookshelf held an eclectic mix of fantasy novels, anatomy books, and a handful of well-worn strategy board games.

The living room also gave away that she had already starting taking training seriously. A large grappling mat that was rolled up leaned neatly beside the bookshelf, next to a pair of wrestling kneepads and athletic shoes that had seen plenty of use. Resistance bands hung from a coat hook by the hallway, and an adjustable kettlebell rested beside a pair of dumbbells under the TV stand. A dry-erase calendar on the wall listed workouts, grocery reminders, and appointments in different colored markers.

As Olivia quickly moved around the space in a makeshift tour guide fashion, Damian looked down at the coffee table and saw a sports bottle, a stopwatch, and a notebook filled with handwritten observations. He caught a glimpse of one open page. The heading read Training Notes, followed by bullet points like don't burn out too early, watch for leg hooks, and maintain eye contact. Lower on the page, underlined twice, was a single sentence that made him blush despite himself:

"Most beginners lose because they panic before they lose control."

Olivia came up behind him and noticed where his eyes had wandered and smirked. Reaching down over his shoulder, her breasts just barely brushing against the side of his face, Olivia closed and picked up the notebook.

"Research," she said with a little wink. "Turns out getting pinned is only half the battle."

The kitchen itself was compact but spotless. Magnets from local pizza places crowded the refrigerator, as if she had spent months deciding which one was best. She wandered over to the counter, grabbed a stack of takeout menus from a drawer, and fanned them out dramatically.

"Dealer's choice," she said. "You're the guest. Pick the pizza place, and I'll handle the drinks."

She then walked down a short hallway that led to the bedroom, bathroom, and a small laundry closet. Damian watched as she went into her bedroom and caught a glimpse of a neatly made bed, a dresser on which she set down the notebook, and an open closet where more athletic gear hung alongside everyday clothes. There was nothing extravagant about the apartment, but it felt unmistakably like hers. It was organized, comfortable, and just quirky enough to reflect the woman who lived there.

After the humiliation of his match earlier that day, the quiet normalcy of the place was unexpectedly comforting. It didn't feel like he'd walked into the home of someone who had thoroughly outwrestled him. It felt like he'd been invited over by a friend. And somehow, that made remembering she'd beaten him all the more embarrassing.

They soon settled on a specific pizza place. Olivia placed the order while Damian turned on the television to find something to put on while they waited.

--

As the evening went on, a small pile of empty soda cans began forming on the coffee table alongside a nearly-finished pizza. The television had become little more than background noise, cycling through whatever reruns happened to be on when Olivia found the remote.

Damian was only half paying attention anyway. Every so often his thoughts drifted back to the afternoon's match, replaying the moments he'd rather forget. Each replay somehow managed to make the defeat feel even more one-sided.

"You're doing it again" Olivia said.

He looked over. "Doing what?"

"Thinking"

Damian responded with a quizzical look. "Didn't realize that was a crime.."

"Only when you get that look." She giggled. "Your face goes all blank and you stare off into nothingness."

He let out a small laugh. "Guess I'm not over today yet."

Olivia shifted sideways on the couch, tucking one leg beneath herself before stretching the other across the cushions until her feet rested lightly on his thigh. "You really took that loss hard."

"Can you blame me?" He replied, his head dropping slightly.

She shook her head. "No. You're just obsessing over the wrong thing."

"Which is?"

Olivia's grin spread immediately. "The fact that you got demolished."

Damian stared at her. "Well... what else is there really to think about?"

"Look" she said, laughing. "I'm just not going to pretend it was a nail-biter. You got tossed around from the opening bell."

He gave a little sigh, not really sure where this conversation was going. "Uhh.... yeah, I remember. I was there..."

"Let me get to this point" She picked up and pointed the last slice of pizza at him. "I'll admit..." Her smile turned sheepish. "Watching someone with that much experience work was kind of fascinating. Every movement had a purpose. She never looked rushed."

"Glad somebody enjoyed it."

"I didn't say I was rooting against you." She shifted again and stretched out so that both of her feet were now resting on Damian's leg. "I was... just rooting for you to survive longer than you did."

"Ouch."

"Too soon?"

He sighed dramatically. "Maybe just a little."

Olivia's expression softened. "Look, the matchup was ridiculous. A newbie against a pro? There wasn't a realistic version of that fight where you came out looking like a champion."

Damian, finding it hard to maintain eye contact while talking about getting dominated, kept his head down and unintentionally was left staring at Olivia's feet. "Doesn't make it feel much better.."

"Of course it doesn't." She said as she took a bite of her pizza. "But now you know exactly how big the gap is."

He glanced over. "That's supposed to make me feel better?"

"Actually..." Her eyes lit up with the familiar spark. "It gives us something to work on."

"Us?"

"We're training partners, remember?" She smiled. "Instead of wondering what you should've done differently, we can actually figure it out. Start with the basics, take it slow, and build from there."

Damian raised an eyebrow. "You already have a plan, don't you?"

Olivia's grin returned in full. "I've had one since the moment Scissor was sitting on your face." As she said the word "face", Olivia playfully lifted and lightly slapped Damian's face with her foot before getting up off the couch. "Come on, grab that mat and roll it out."

"Right now?" Damian replied, still mentally recovering from the foot slap. "I haven't even fully recovered from my match..."

"Well!" Olivia started with an upbeat tone, "what better way to get it off your mind than to give yourself something else to focus on?"

"Well, alright then..." Damian thought to himself as he got up and grabbed the mat. Olivia had grabbed the stopwatch, closed all of the window blinds and moved the coffee table to the side of the room, leaving a large enough space for the mat to be unrolled. Damian slowly laid it down and rolled it out, making sure it wasn't rolling over anything. Just as he got the last edge of the mat rolled out, he saw Olivia's feet step right in front of him. As he looked up he was slightly caught off guard as she was now standing there wearing just a matching teal colored bra and panty set.

"If we're going to train," Olivia started, before he even had time to respond, "we're going to train in the correct outfits. Now strip."

Damian was slightly caught off guard by this sudden command, but shook his head clear before stripping back down to his boxers and getting on the mat across from Olivia.

"Here's what we're going to do first," Olivia started. "Rather than jumping right into working on different escapes, I want to work on endurance. After all, no point in trying to escape from a hold if you're already cumming by the time you think to even try."

As Damian listened, he could definitely hear the shift in Olivia's voice to be more like Minxie. "So what did you have in mind?"

"Well a recurring thing I've noticed in your matches so far," Minxie began as she shifted onto her hands and knees and quickly turned to be facing away from Damian, "is that you always find yourself under your opponent's ass" and she gave hers a shake at him. "So I'm going to start by sitting on your face and seeing how long it takes to make you cum."

Without really realizing it, Damian had already started shifting his body to get in position. He paused when he was sitting down with his legs straight out in front of him as he was leaning back on his arms. "And this... is training?" he asked with a playful chuckle.

"Gotta start simple, and work our way up." Minxie stated matter-of-factly, standing confidently in front of him. Stepping slightly closer to him, she lifted a foot, lightly planting her toes on Damian's forehead. "Head all the way down," she commanded again, softly yet firmly pushing his head down with her foot.

Damian laid down and, just as he was about to ask something, Minxie quickly spun around and planted her ass firmly on his face. As it did, he instinctually reach up and grabbed her ass with both hands.

"Hehe... Sybian in his natural habitat" Minxie teased as she playfully shifted her ass around on his face. She then quickly reached down, slid her hand under Sybian's boxers, and wrapped it around his cock.

"Already pretty hard, and I haven't even really started," Minxie giggled.

Sybian, finding himself in embarrassingly familiar territory, felt as his boxers were pulled down, fully exposing his cock.

"Starting the timer... now." Minxie announced as she simultaneously started her stopwatch and began stroking Sybian's cock, which quickly stook fully erect for her.

"Mmmmmm" Sybian couldn't help but moan into Minxie's ass. It was a simple handjob, but combining it with sitting on his face, and it became even more obvious how much of a weakness this combo was to him. He gave her ass a quick squeeze as he shifted his focus into trying not to cum. Just as he felt like he was getting in the zone, he felt Minxie release his cock and shift her body slightly while on his face. Seconds later, he realized what Minxie was doing as he felt her foot rub along the length of his cock. His body immediately twitched with pleasure.

"That's right, big boy" Minxie taunted down at him, "I remember how much you loved my feet the first time. Hehe!" With that, she placed her hands on the ground behind her, lifted her ass just long enough for Sybian to sneak a quick breath, then planted back down on his face, placed his hard cock between her feet, and began stroking.

The waves of pleasure that ran through Sybian's body were debilitating. Given that this was only training, Sybian wasn't necessarily fighting hard to get free, but as he felt Minxie's feet skillfully stroke his cock while smothering his face under her perfect ass, he wondered if he'd even have it in him to escape.

"Mmmmm, mmmmmmm" was all Minxie heard coming from beneath her. She couldn't tell if Sybian was actually trying to say anything or if he was just moaning. All she knew was that he was under her full control, and she planned to take full advantage of that.

"Just give my ass a little slap when you're about to cum," Minxie said without breaking her stride, "as if you were tapping out."

Sybian did all that he could to give her an acknowledgement of his task, nodding his head up and down just enough that she could feel it with a "Mm mmm", which Minxie took to mean some form of "okay."

It didn't take long before Sybian could feel the pleasure growing. The scent of Minxie's ass, the fuzziness growing in his head as he was being smothered, and the skilled footjob he was receiving was a deadly combo. He willed himself to withstand a few more strokes before tapping Minxie's ass as he was going to cum any second, but just as he tapped, he felt Minxie's feet release his cock, which she placed down on either side of him which allowed her to lift her ass up to hover just above his face.

"OH F... fu... uck!" Sybian let out as he was unexpectedly denied an orgasm. "Wh-... what a- MMM!" Minxie quickly slammed her ass back down on his face before shifting her upper body down toward his cock and she shifted her legs on opposite sides of his head. With a quick grab of his hair and adjustment of her legs, Minxie effortlessly put Sybian in a reverse headscissor hold.

"So we know my feet are a weakness of yours," Minxie teased, giving Sybian's head a playful yet firm squeeze of her thighs, "let's see how you handle me testing out my deepthroating skills."

Sybian knew what was coming, but couldn't contain his moans as he felt Minxie take the tip of his cock in her mouth. She wasn't even using her hands, just her tongue and mouth as she began teasing his tip and both licking and running her lips up and down the length of his cock. Once she felt like his cock was properly lubed up, Minxie began working his cock farther and farther back in her mouth.

Sybian's body tensed up at the pleasure as his cock slowly made its way deeper and deeper into Minxie's mouth. While her thighs kept Sybian firmly in place, Minxie began taking his cock further back into her throat. The first time the tip of Sybian's cock hit her throat, her body tensed up as she momentarily gagged on his cock. At the same time that she gagged on his cock, Minxie's thighs tensed as well, forcefully squeezing Sybian's head.

"Hgghh!" Sybian let out, instinctually reaching up and grabbing her ass and squeezing as he endured the force of her powerful legs. The combination of pain from the headscissor and the pleasure as Minxie gagged on his cock was exhilarating. Minxie briefly released his cock from her mouth as she caught her breath, the began again.

With each subsequent attempt, she would take his cock a little further until she gagged again, sending another wave down her body, squeezing his head again, and catching her breath. Looking down, Minxie could see that Sybian's cock was twitching, just begging to cum. At that moment, she worked his cock down her throat again. This time, his cock hit even further back in her throat, but as she began gagging, sending more waves down her body and crushing Sybian's head with her thighs, she did not release him. Instead, with each gag, Sybian could feel the muscles in Minxie's throat contract against his cock, throwing him over the edge.

Sybian, feeling the pleasure quickly rising, frantically tapped on Minxie's ass to signal his coming orgasm. He expected her to release him in order to let him cum on himself but, instead, as soon as he started tapping, he felt her legs squeeze hard again as she forced his cock somehow even deeper down her throat.

"OH G... GO-" Sybian tried to let out before Minxie's thighs silenced him. With his shaft deep in her throat, he felt his cock begin twitching as it shot ropes of cum. Minxie, able to keep her hold on his cock, swallowed every pump, her neck muscles creating even more pleasure for Sybian as she drained him.

Once he was finally done cumming, Sybian felt Minxie release his cock from her mouth and his head from her thighs before shifting around to find herself sitting on his chest looking down at him.

"Well I'd say that was a pretty effective first training session, don't you?" Olivia smiled.

Damian was still panting hard, trying to catch his breath. "Uh.... y... yeah..." he couldn't help but chuckle slightly.

"What's so funny?" she replied with soft giggle of her own.

"Nothing..." followed by a short bit of silence. "I guess... just thinking about the day I've had, and now I just clean up, go home, sleep, and just keep on going."

"How about this instead," Olivia started as she slowly got off of Damian and to her feet. "We'll both clean up around here, watch a little more TV, then if you want, you can just crash here tonight."

"Really?"

"Sure. I mean... why not?" Olivia started softly, before quickly bringing back just a hint of the Minxie persona. "And just think: after the day you've had, you're probably too exhausted to drive home this late and, this way, you're already here so we can train again first thing in the morning!" With this she gave a little wink before picking up the empty pizza box and taking it to the trash.

"Hard to argue with that" Damian said softly, almost to himself.

Damian put his boxers back on, then looked for the rest of his clothes, but did not see where they ended up. Just as he was about to ask Olivia if she knew where they were, she came back into the room and began helping to put the room somewhat back in order, still just wearing her teal colored set. Seeing her choice of evening attire, Damian resigned to simply stay in his boxers as well. Once everything was at least mostly back in place, Damian and Olivia spent the next hour or so just hanging out, finding whatever was on TV to watch together.

--

"Well, it's getting late enough I think" Olivia said, starting to get up from the couch.

"Yeah, fair enough" Damian replied.

As he looked around to find the remote to turn off the TV, Damian noticed the stopwatch still lying on the ground. When he picked it up, he noticed that the timer was still running.

"Hey, I'm making pretty good time, don't you think?" he laughed, turning the stopwatch toward Olivia.

"Oh, oops!" Olivia chuckled in response. "Guess I got a little carried away and forgot all about that."

"Next time" Damian said, resetting the stopwatch and handing it to Olivia. "By the way, do you have a spare blanket I could use out here?"

"Hmm, I'm sure I could find one somewhere..." Olivia thought out loud with a sort of faux wondering tone. "I also have a king size bed."

At the mention of her bed, Damian turned and met Olivia's gaze. "You sure?"

With a smirk, Olivia turned to start walking down the hall to her bedroom, placing the stopwatch on the counter as she passed. As she walked, Damian watched as she casually reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Just as she reached her doorway, Olivia slowly lowered her bra and dropped it on the floor behind her. Looking back over her shoulder toward Damian, she ended with "I also like to sleep... completely... naked" before moving out of his sight.

"Who is this girl?" Damian thought to himself with a slight shake of his head.

At that moment, he heard a notification chime coming from his right. Glancing over, he found the rest of his clothes in a pile beside one of the chairs. He quickly rummaged through and found his cell phone. Opening it up, he had a text message waiting for him from Alexis:

"Hey, I have news. Let me know when you get this."

Damian paused for a moment, put the phone back in the pocket of his pants, then made his way down the hallway toward the bedroom..