Torrential Karma

OC Multi-Muse Independent RP Blog : Follows from Smithjanesarah

[chyna9]

Chance Encounters

Chyna was sitting backstage, getting ready for the conference for the big PPV. She was main eventing it and as it turned out, the company wanted her to remain in character as they all did their little bit of trash talking and so on. She was excited for it, this whole approach where old school aesthetic was returning, where you didn’t break your persona instead of the recent trend where kayfabe was all but shattered for good.

She was wearing a double breasted black suit and matching trousers, a gold bracelet and matching necklace and earrings. A belt with words C9 in buckle was seen around her waist, custom made from Chanel and the ensemble was topped off with Louboutins. A fedora was placed on a stand next to her. Bit of a departure from her usual leather in ring attire but then again, this was a different kind of event.

She was now just waiting for her makeup artist to show up and work her magic. Sandra was late.

It wasn’t her usual style even if she had to fly in from a different location this time round. That is, when her assistant Emily showed up.

“Sandra said she can’t make it. Her flight got delayed.” She informed Chyna, knowing fully well The 9th Wonder won’t be happy to hear that.

A mild frown spread over Chyna’s lips as she gave a nod. “Well that’s a bummer, but please don’t tell me that I have to do my own makeup now!”

Emily chuckled. “No, of course not. I’ve arranged for a replacement. I had to work some magic but she’ll be here in few. You owe me one for this!”

“Only if she’s up to the mark!” Chyna shot back with a grin. “Just kidding of course, you’re a lifesaver. Thank you so much for it.”

“Let me bring her in and introduce to you. By the way, she doesn’t know who’s her client for the evening.” Emily responded with a thin smile before the plucky assistant sauntered out.

Chyna took a moment to eye herself in the mirror. She definitely filled the suit incredibly well. It was going to be quite the power statement that she intended to make out there.

As she always did.

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Don’t get lost in those eyes. Don’t get lost in those eyes. Say something funny before … well, before what, she didn’t know, but she wasn’t about to ruin her own reputation as a makeup artist. Jennifer did think of something funny, and cracked herself up a bit as she said it.

“In the Yoga studio.”

And she had the muscle to prove it, but they were nothing like Chyna’s. No matter how hard she worked out, her muscles stayed small.

She glanced nervously over at the clock, but realized she wasn’t sure exactly when curtain time was.

“If I tried to do your make-up again now, I think my hands would shake. And with that she took hold of both of Chyna’s hands with her own to prove her story. She was indeed, trembling.

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The sudden mention of Yoga studio had Chyna giggling playfully. “Yoga studio? Really?” Her eyebrow lofted mirthfully as she gently touched Jennifer’s chin and nuzzled softly.

“Honey, I love Yoga….and I’m sure we’ll be going for that together from now on. But I asked something entirely different and you know that!” She wasn’t letting go, teasing Jennifer some more but also keeping it gentle, comfortable.

But the words that Jennifer said after that made Chyna’s eyes widen and to prove them, the brunette took hold of Chyna’s hands. Chyna could feel the tremble. The excitement pulsing through the other woman.

“Oh Jennifer….” Chyna murmured before she disentangled her hands and took Jennifer’s hands in her own, ensuring that they would be steadied.

“….I’m always there to steady you.” She whispered and smiled in the sweetest of ways. The moment, it stood still as it was savored, etched in their memories.

“Now how about we go out first?”

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Those hands were warm and smooth and strong. Jennifer had a thing for hands. Chyna's hands took hold of hers with a careful strength, and she felt the nervous shake leave her. They held each other's gaze as well, and she felt the nervousness leave her mind as well.

They very well might have been falling in love with each other that moment, but what that really meant was there would be no more confusion. No more waiting. No more wondering if she would ever find love. Here she was, and better than Jennifer had ever imagined. When Chyna suggested going out now, something crossed her mind unexpectedly. She gave the woman's hands another squeeze, and looked at her quite seriously.

"Don't . . .don't say my name out there." Her bluegreen eyes darted away. Gosh, this better not be a deal breaker, but . .what if it was? "There is this guy who looks for me sometimes." She changed the subject as quickly as she could, wanting to gloss over it a bit. "How about . . a nick name?" She asked, looking back, artificially light hearted.

[chyna9]

Chance Encounters

Chyna was sitting backstage, getting ready for the conference for the big PPV. She was main eventing it and as it turned out, the company wanted her to remain in character as they all did their little bit of trash talking and so on. She was excited for it, this whole approach where old school aesthetic was returning, where you didn’t break your persona instead of the recent trend where kayfabe was all but shattered for good.

She was wearing a double breasted black suit and matching trousers, a gold bracelet and matching necklace and earrings. A belt with words C9 in buckle was seen around her waist, custom made from Chanel and the ensemble was topped off with Louboutins. A fedora was placed on a stand next to her. Bit of a departure from her usual leather in ring attire but then again, this was a different kind of event.

She was now just waiting for her makeup artist to show up and work her magic. Sandra was late.

It wasn’t her usual style even if she had to fly in from a different location this time round. That is, when her assistant Emily showed up.

“Sandra said she can’t make it. Her flight got delayed.” She informed Chyna, knowing fully well The 9th Wonder won’t be happy to hear that.

A mild frown spread over Chyna’s lips as she gave a nod. “Well that’s a bummer, but please don’t tell me that I have to do my own makeup now!”

Emily chuckled. “No, of course not. I’ve arranged for a replacement. I had to work some magic but she’ll be here in few. You owe me one for this!”

“Only if she’s up to the mark!” Chyna shot back with a grin. “Just kidding of course, you’re a lifesaver. Thank you so much for it.”

“Let me bring her in and introduce to you. By the way, she doesn’t know who’s her client for the evening.” Emily responded with a thin smile before the plucky assistant sauntered out.

Chyna took a moment to eye herself in the mirror. She definitely filled the suit incredibly well. It was going to be quite the power statement that she intended to make out there.

As she always did.

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Don't get lost in those eyes. Don't get lost in those eyes. Say something funny before . . . well, before what, she didn't know, but she wasn't about to ruin her own reputation as a makeup artist. Jennifer did think of something funny, and cracked herself up a bit as she said it.

"In the Yoga studio."

And she had the muscle to prove it, but they were nothing like Chyna's. No matter how hard she worked out, her muscles stayed small.

She glanced nervously over at the clock, but realized she wasn't sure exactly when curtain time was.

"If I tried to do your make-up again now, I think my hands would shake. And with that she took hold of both of Chyna's hands with her own to prove her story. She was indeed, trembling.

[chyna9]

Chance Encounters

Chyna was sitting backstage, getting ready for the conference for the big PPV. She was main eventing it and as it turned out, the company wanted her to remain in character as they all did their little bit of trash talking and so on. She was excited for it, this whole approach where old school aesthetic was returning, where you didn’t break your persona instead of the recent trend where kayfabe was all but shattered for good.

She was wearing a double breasted black suit and matching trousers, a gold bracelet and matching necklace and earrings. A belt with words C9 in buckle was seen around her waist, custom made from Chanel and the ensemble was topped off with Louboutins. A fedora was placed on a stand next to her. Bit of a departure from her usual leather in ring attire but then again, this was a different kind of event.

She was now just waiting for her makeup artist to show up and work her magic. Sandra was late.

It wasn’t her usual style even if she had to fly in from a different location this time round. That is, when her assistant Emily showed up.

“Sandra said she can’t make it. Her flight got delayed.” She informed Chyna, knowing fully well The 9th Wonder won’t be happy to hear that.

A mild frown spread over Chyna’s lips as she gave a nod. “Well that’s a bummer, but please don’t tell me that I have to do my own makeup now!”

Emily chuckled. “No, of course not. I’ve arranged for a replacement. I had to work some magic but she’ll be here in few. You owe me one for this!”

“Only if she’s up to the mark!” Chyna shot back with a grin. “Just kidding of course, you’re a lifesaver. Thank you so much for it.”

“Let me bring her in and introduce to you. By the way, she doesn’t know who’s her client for the evening.” Emily responded with a thin smile before the plucky assistant sauntered out.

Chyna took a moment to eye herself in the mirror. She definitely filled the suit incredibly well. It was going to be quite the power statement that she intended to make out there.

As she always did.

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[chyna9]

The remark from Jennifer made Chyna chuckle.

“What makes you think it still won’t?” Chyna purred in a husky, sensual tone. Her voice taking on a deeper edge. The sort of sexy voice that would make a sex chatline operator blush and weave a spell around listener’s heart, calling on to the carnal desires within.

She traced Jennifer’s vision as the younger woman looked at her. “Mm, I see someone is really into what they see” There hung this playfulness in the tease aimed at Jennifer.

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Chyna's viola music voice made Jennifer blow out a breath through pursed lips. She gave a little shake of her head as well. Yes, indeed, this was going to be just the sort of bumpy ride she'd always hoped for. This electric sizzle between them. Jennifer had lied to herself in the past that she felt it, but now there was no mistaking it.

So this is what it felt like.

"Not yet." She gently chastised. "I don't think you realize how much money you've just spent hiring me, but it's my job to deliver you to the stage in unrumpled perfection.

[chyna9]

Chance Encounters

Chyna was sitting backstage, getting ready for the conference for the big PPV. She was main eventing it and as it turned out, the company wanted her to remain in character as they all did their little bit of trash talking and so on. She was excited for it, this whole approach where old school aesthetic was returning, where you didn’t break your persona instead of the recent trend where kayfabe was all but shattered for good.

She was wearing a double breasted black suit and matching trousers, a gold bracelet and matching necklace and earrings. A belt with words C9 in buckle was seen around her waist, custom made from Chanel and the ensemble was topped off with Louboutins. A fedora was placed on a stand next to her. Bit of a departure from her usual leather in ring attire but then again, this was a different kind of event.

She was now just waiting for her makeup artist to show up and work her magic. Sandra was late.

It wasn’t her usual style even if she had to fly in from a different location this time round. That is, when her assistant Emily showed up.

“Sandra said she can’t make it. Her flight got delayed.” She informed Chyna, knowing fully well The 9th Wonder won’t be happy to hear that.

A mild frown spread over Chyna’s lips as she gave a nod. “Well that’s a bummer, but please don’t tell me that I have to do my own makeup now!”

Emily chuckled. “No, of course not. I’ve arranged for a replacement. I had to work some magic but she’ll be here in few. You owe me one for this!”

“Only if she’s up to the mark!” Chyna shot back with a grin. “Just kidding of course, you’re a lifesaver. Thank you so much for it.”

“Let me bring her in and introduce to you. By the way, she doesn’t know who’s her client for the evening.” Emily responded with a thin smile before the plucky assistant sauntered out.

Chyna took a moment to eye herself in the mirror. She definitely filled the suit incredibly well. It was going to be quite the power statement that she intended to make out there.

As she always did.

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The rest of the world just faded away. Jennifer had no idea if they were early or late, or even that there was an event to get through ahead of them. Only this moment mattered. The touch of that hand so exquisitely gentle on her face. The words from that perfect mouth before her speaking of vulnerabilities even as she knew the arms that her palms rested on were strong enough to . .to fight men. Jennifer put her hand over Chyna’s, then she turned her face to press a kiss onto the woman’s palm, soft and warm. Wanting to kiss whatever it was that hurt Chyna inside. Jennifer greedily held Chyna’s hand back to her cheek, and found that deep blue gaze.

‘I would *never* hurt you.“ She said, and she meant it, half begging for more acceptance.

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Chyna felt the warm lips touch her palm, the kiss that she almost wanted to hold, if she could materialize the feeling, the incredible emotion that it spawned. But more than that, what held her eye was the woman that caused it all for her eyes remained locked with those of Jennifer’s.

“I know you won’t. Somehow I’m just certain of that!” Chyna whispered in Jennifer’s ear.

“More certain of that than I’ve ever been of anything else in my life.”

Bold statement it was. But she meant every word of it. The earnestness in her eyes, on her face was apparent.

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It was all dizzying, really. It felt like her heart was going to bang out of her chest. One could see the flutter of it under the delicate skin of her neck. Her hands moved to grip onto Chyna's forearm. There was some desperation there. To steady herself. To show how deep in the grip of her own emotions she was.

It helped. Holding on to Chyna.

A smile broke out on her face, a tiny quirk to it with the sudden humor she felt.

"It's a good thing I just spent all that time painting your lips and mine, or this roller coaster would go flying off the track." Oh, by all the stars, the lust rising up in her was intoxicating. Tonight, they would make love. How was she going to survive the wait? Suddenly her eyes darted all over the heavenly, bad-ass beautiful creature in front of her, taking in everything from thighs to the sweep of the woman's jawline. From that smoldering gaze to the long long legs of her.

[chyna9]

Chance Encounters

Chyna was sitting backstage, getting ready for the conference for the big PPV. She was main eventing it and as it turned out, the company wanted her to remain in character as they all did their little bit of trash talking and so on. She was excited for it, this whole approach where old school aesthetic was returning, where you didn’t break your persona instead of the recent trend where kayfabe was all but shattered for good.

She was wearing a double breasted black suit and matching trousers, a gold bracelet and matching necklace and earrings. A belt with words C9 in buckle was seen around her waist, custom made from Chanel and the ensemble was topped off with Louboutins. A fedora was placed on a stand next to her. Bit of a departure from her usual leather in ring attire but then again, this was a different kind of event.

She was now just waiting for her makeup artist to show up and work her magic. Sandra was late.

It wasn’t her usual style even if she had to fly in from a different location this time round. That is, when her assistant Emily showed up.

“Sandra said she can’t make it. Her flight got delayed.” She informed Chyna, knowing fully well The 9th Wonder won’t be happy to hear that.

A mild frown spread over Chyna’s lips as she gave a nod. “Well that’s a bummer, but please don’t tell me that I have to do my own makeup now!”

Emily chuckled. “No, of course not. I’ve arranged for a replacement. I had to work some magic but she’ll be here in few. You owe me one for this!”

“Only if she’s up to the mark!” Chyna shot back with a grin. “Just kidding of course, you’re a lifesaver. Thank you so much for it.”

“Let me bring her in and introduce to you. By the way, she doesn’t know who’s her client for the evening.” Emily responded with a thin smile before the plucky assistant sauntered out.

Chyna took a moment to eye herself in the mirror. She definitely filled the suit incredibly well. It was going to be quite the power statement that she intended to make out there.

As she always did.

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The rest of the world just faded away. Jennifer had no idea if they were early or late, or even that there was an event to get through ahead of them. Only this moment mattered. The touch of that hand so exquisitely gentle on her face. The words from that perfect mouth before her speaking of vulnerabilities even as she knew the arms that her palms rested on were strong enough to . .to fight men. Jennifer put her hand over Chyna's, then she turned her face to press a kiss onto the woman's palm, soft and warm. Wanting to kiss whatever it was that hurt Chyna inside. Jennifer greedily held Chyna's hand back to her cheek, and found that deep blue gaze.

'I would *never* hurt you." She said, and she meant it, half begging for more acceptance.

[chyna9]

Chance Encounters

Chyna was sitting backstage, getting ready for the conference for the big PPV. She was main eventing it and as it turned out, the company wanted her to remain in character as they all did their little bit of trash talking and so on. She was excited for it, this whole approach where old school aesthetic was returning, where you didn’t break your persona instead of the recent trend where kayfabe was all but shattered for good.

She was wearing a double breasted black suit and matching trousers, a gold bracelet and matching necklace and earrings. A belt with words C9 in buckle was seen around her waist, custom made from Chanel and the ensemble was topped off with Louboutins. A fedora was placed on a stand next to her. Bit of a departure from her usual leather in ring attire but then again, this was a different kind of event.

She was now just waiting for her makeup artist to show up and work her magic. Sandra was late.

It wasn’t her usual style even if she had to fly in from a different location this time round. That is, when her assistant Emily showed up.

“Sandra said she can’t make it. Her flight got delayed.” She informed Chyna, knowing fully well The 9th Wonder won’t be happy to hear that.

A mild frown spread over Chyna’s lips as she gave a nod. “Well that’s a bummer, but please don’t tell me that I have to do my own makeup now!”

Emily chuckled. “No, of course not. I’ve arranged for a replacement. I had to work some magic but she’ll be here in few. You owe me one for this!”

“Only if she’s up to the mark!” Chyna shot back with a grin. “Just kidding of course, you’re a lifesaver. Thank you so much for it.”

“Let me bring her in and introduce to you. By the way, she doesn’t know who’s her client for the evening.” Emily responded with a thin smile before the plucky assistant sauntered out.

Chyna took a moment to eye herself in the mirror. She definitely filled the suit incredibly well. It was going to be quite the power statement that she intended to make out there.

As she always did.

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[chyna9]

The quick clarification….no, more like a demand from Jennifer elicited a chuckle from Chyna. Mirth hung in her ice blue eyes as they gazed into depths of Jennifer’s soul.

One hand gave a gentle, playful pat on Jennifer’s bottom while other had moved upwards and came to rest on Jennifer’s cheek in a warm, loving touch.

“Mm, I was hoping you would say that. But tell me, why would you even think I just meant about one night?” Chyna asked with sweetest of smiles while she let Jennifer feel her arms, the powerful muscles that rippled beneath the fabric and even clenched them just a little to allow Jennifer to feel the underlying strength that was undeniably laced with remarkable sensuality.

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A hundred thoughts raced through her mind, some with worry, some with elation. She stood there, happily in Chyna's grip. Jennifer's mouth was softly open with her overwhelmed feelings. Those eyes, oh good lord those blue eyes that seemed to look directly into her thoughts. Was it that that pushed her worried thoughts out of her head? For Chyna could have been looking at her ass in the mirror where her tutu had ridden up by that touch. Not that she would mind at all if Chyna did so, but that locked gaze told her that the woman would rather know her thoughts in this moment.

Twice she tried to speak, and only soft breaths of air came out.

"I- " Oh that velvet over steel as the woman's arm's twitched.

"Because you could have anyone. Anyone."

[chyna9]

Chance Encounters

Chyna was sitting backstage, getting ready for the conference for the big PPV. She was main eventing it and as it turned out, the company wanted her to remain in character as they all did their little bit of trash talking and so on. She was excited for it, this whole approach where old school aesthetic was returning, where you didn’t break your persona instead of the recent trend where kayfabe was all but shattered for good.

She was wearing a double breasted black suit and matching trousers, a gold bracelet and matching necklace and earrings. A belt with words C9 in buckle was seen around her waist, custom made from Chanel and the ensemble was topped off with Louboutins. A fedora was placed on a stand next to her. Bit of a departure from her usual leather in ring attire but then again, this was a different kind of event.

She was now just waiting for her makeup artist to show up and work her magic. Sandra was late.

It wasn’t her usual style even if she had to fly in from a different location this time round. That is, when her assistant Emily showed up.

“Sandra said she can’t make it. Her flight got delayed.” She informed Chyna, knowing fully well The 9th Wonder won’t be happy to hear that.

A mild frown spread over Chyna’s lips as she gave a nod. “Well that’s a bummer, but please don’t tell me that I have to do my own makeup now!”

Emily chuckled. “No, of course not. I’ve arranged for a replacement. I had to work some magic but she’ll be here in few. You owe me one for this!”

“Only if she’s up to the mark!” Chyna shot back with a grin. “Just kidding of course, you’re a lifesaver. Thank you so much for it.”

“Let me bring her in and introduce to you. By the way, she doesn’t know who’s her client for the evening.” Emily responded with a thin smile before the plucky assistant sauntered out.

Chyna took a moment to eye herself in the mirror. She definitely filled the suit incredibly well. It was going to be quite the power statement that she intended to make out there.

As she always did.

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[chyna9]

Chyna eyed Jennifer as she stepped in but then decided to change course and move backwards. Now that was different. It made her curious. Soon enough she could feel Jennifer’s perfume as the younger woman leaned in, their faces reflected side by side.

Jennifer’s remark had Chyna chuckling.

“Nope. Because we don’t just match. We look like we’re made for each other! Just look at us!” Chyna exclaimed in return. She turned to look at Jennifer and gave a wink before leaning in for a very soft, almost chaste kiss on the lips of the other woman.

“You’re an angel, you know that?” She whispered in Jennifer’s ear.

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Which was more intoxicating? The sensation of Chyna, lips locked on her neck, and those strong arms around her? Or was it this unexpected, delicate press of lips to lips. However hard the wrestler was, her lips were the ultra soft of a woman. So soft, their lips pressing together. Or even could it be how Chyna’s words poured over her.

Something was happening here, and Jennifer could feel it fluttering in her heart. The promise of what just might be. A moment ago, she’d been ready to make a matching mark on Chyna’s skin, but suddenly that felt wrong. It felt …cheap, and she didn’t want to cheapen what was starting to happen here.

Instead, she came around and stepped between Chyna’s thighs again, the ‘BITCH’ necklace in her hands.

“Be careful.” she said in a soft, husky voice. Jennifer was slowly sliding the chain against Chyna’s skin as she reached past, their faces close as she hooked the link behind the woman, fingers grazing her skin. “I could fall for you.”

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When Jennifer came round, Chyna’s thighs parted on the reflex as she let the gorgeous brunette in. It just felt right to have her step in there and Chyna’s hands came around Jennifer’s back, coming to rest at her buttocks in a gentle manner, giving a soft squeeze.

The necklace looked cute in Jennifer’s hands as Chyna smiled at her. The words the brunette spoke to her, whispered to her were precious. Chyna’s hot breath bounced off Jennifer’s perfect skin as she too spoke a single sentence in a husky tone.

“What if I want you to?”

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Though the rest of her trembled, feeling rather overcome by Chyna's bold touch, and those words of hers that sounded too good to be true, Jennifer's hands were steady at the clasp. The precision of her hands had always been her tool. Painting people. Dressing people.

Jennifer's chin trembled just a bit, and all the professionalism went out of her gaze. This had become about the two of them, not a job. This gaze of theirs, so close, held no secrets.

"I mean, for more than just one night." There was no doubt in her that tonight, they would be together. That she'd see this incredible creature naked and warm skin would touch warm skin. "I don't think I could bear it if it was just one night."

Worry warred with hope and need in her wide, bluegreen eyes. Her hands had moved to cup on the luxury of very fine wool over womanflesh. Those arms. O good lord those *arms*.

[chyna9]

Chance Encounters

Chyna was sitting backstage, getting ready for the conference for the big PPV. She was main eventing it and as it turned out, the company wanted her to remain in character as they all did their little bit of trash talking and so on. She was excited for it, this whole approach where old school aesthetic was returning, where you didn’t break your persona instead of the recent trend where kayfabe was all but shattered for good.

She was wearing a double breasted black suit and matching trousers, a gold bracelet and matching necklace and earrings. A belt with words C9 in buckle was seen around her waist, custom made from Chanel and the ensemble was topped off with Louboutins. A fedora was placed on a stand next to her. Bit of a departure from her usual leather in ring attire but then again, this was a different kind of event.

She was now just waiting for her makeup artist to show up and work her magic. Sandra was late.

It wasn’t her usual style even if she had to fly in from a different location this time round. That is, when her assistant Emily showed up.

“Sandra said she can’t make it. Her flight got delayed.” She informed Chyna, knowing fully well The 9th Wonder won’t be happy to hear that.

A mild frown spread over Chyna’s lips as she gave a nod. “Well that’s a bummer, but please don’t tell me that I have to do my own makeup now!”

Emily chuckled. “No, of course not. I’ve arranged for a replacement. I had to work some magic but she’ll be here in few. You owe me one for this!”

“Only if she’s up to the mark!” Chyna shot back with a grin. “Just kidding of course, you’re a lifesaver. Thank you so much for it.”

“Let me bring her in and introduce to you. By the way, she doesn’t know who’s her client for the evening.” Emily responded with a thin smile before the plucky assistant sauntered out.

Chyna took a moment to eye herself in the mirror. She definitely filled the suit incredibly well. It was going to be quite the power statement that she intended to make out there.

As she always did.

@torrential-karma

[chyna9]

Chyna eyed Jennifer as she stepped in but then decided to change course and move backwards. Now that was different. It made her curious. Soon enough she could feel Jennifer’s perfume as the younger woman leaned in, their faces reflected side by side.

Jennifer’s remark had Chyna chuckling.

“Nope. Because we don’t just match. We look like we’re made for each other! Just look at us!” Chyna exclaimed in return. She turned to look at Jennifer and gave a wink before leaning in for a very soft, almost chaste kiss on the lips of the other woman.

“You’re an angel, you know that?” She whispered in Jennifer’s ear.

[torrential-karma]

Which was more intoxicating? The sensation of Chyna, lips locked on her neck, and those strong arms around her? Or was it this unexpected, delicate press of lips to lips. However hard the wrestler was, her lips were the ultra soft of a woman. So soft, their lips pressing together. Or even could it be how Chyna's words poured over her.

Something was happening here, and Jennifer could feel it fluttering in her heart. The promise of what just might be. A moment ago, she'd been ready to make a matching mark on Chyna's skin, but suddenly that felt wrong. It felt . . .cheap, and she didn't want to cheapen what was starting to happen here.

Instead, she came around and stepped between Chyna's thighs again, the 'BITCH' necklace in her hands.

"Be careful." she said in a soft, husky voice. Jennifer was slowly sliding the chain against Chyna's skin as she reached past, their faces close as she hooked the link behind the woman, fingers grazing her skin. "I could fall for you."

[chyna9]

Chance Encounters

Chyna was sitting backstage, getting ready for the conference for the big PPV. She was main eventing it and as it turned out, the company wanted her to remain in character as they all did their little bit of trash talking and so on. She was excited for it, this whole approach where old school aesthetic was returning, where you didn’t break your persona instead of the recent trend where kayfabe was all but shattered for good.

She was wearing a double breasted black suit and matching trousers, a gold bracelet and matching necklace and earrings. A belt with words C9 in buckle was seen around her waist, custom made from Chanel and the ensemble was topped off with Louboutins. A fedora was placed on a stand next to her. Bit of a departure from her usual leather in ring attire but then again, this was a different kind of event.

She was now just waiting for her makeup artist to show up and work her magic. Sandra was late.

It wasn’t her usual style even if she had to fly in from a different location this time round. That is, when her assistant Emily showed up.

“Sandra said she can’t make it. Her flight got delayed.” She informed Chyna, knowing fully well The 9th Wonder won’t be happy to hear that.

A mild frown spread over Chyna’s lips as she gave a nod. “Well that’s a bummer, but please don’t tell me that I have to do my own makeup now!”

Emily chuckled. “No, of course not. I’ve arranged for a replacement. I had to work some magic but she’ll be here in few. You owe me one for this!”

“Only if she’s up to the mark!” Chyna shot back with a grin. “Just kidding of course, you’re a lifesaver. Thank you so much for it.”

“Let me bring her in and introduce to you. By the way, she doesn’t know who’s her client for the evening.” Emily responded with a thin smile before the plucky assistant sauntered out.

Chyna took a moment to eye herself in the mirror. She definitely filled the suit incredibly well. It was going to be quite the power statement that she intended to make out there.

As she always did.

@torrential-karma

[chyna9]

The moan that had just come from Jennifer’s lips was like music to Chyna’s ears and when she was done, there was a definite hickey on Jennifer’s neck that would be talk of the town when they would be seen together.

“No, thank you!“ Chyna insisted with a sweet smile. “For being so wonderful.” While Jennifer gathered herself together. The subsequent suggestion was met with a nod.

“As you say, you’re the queen when it comes to prepping me to step out!” She exclaimed and sauntered back over the chair, legs parting again. The gesture simple, but also oh so very inviting for Jennifer to resume.

[torrential-karma]

Go for it, she thought to herself as she looked at Chyna's neck, that dark hair conveniently swept up and out of the way. Jennifer swallowed, watching the woman sit there. She felt her smile quirk as she saw Chyna opening her thighs again.

For the moment, she had a better idea than sliding into that cozy spot, not looking at her in the mirror, but quite speculatively at the woman's neck from behind.

Was it for fashion? Was it for desire? And really, how different were those to things in her life? Not that she'd ever tried anything but the stunt she was about to pull before.

Now she moved less than one side and caught Chyna's eyes in the mirror as she walked up to her. Jennifer came up close behind her, the reflections of their faces side by side in the mirror. She dipped just a little, ever so close to Chyna's neck, and not breaking eye contact with her.

"I think we should match, don't you?" she half whispered because they were so close now, a smile growing on her face.

[chyna9]

Chance Encounters

Chyna was sitting backstage, getting ready for the conference for the big PPV. She was main eventing it and as it turned out, the company wanted her to remain in character as they all did their little bit of trash talking and so on. She was excited for it, this whole approach where old school aesthetic was returning, where you didn’t break your persona instead of the recent trend where kayfabe was all but shattered for good.

She was wearing a double breasted black suit and matching trousers, a gold bracelet and matching necklace and earrings. A belt with words C9 in buckle was seen around her waist, custom made from Chanel and the ensemble was topped off with Louboutins. A fedora was placed on a stand next to her. Bit of a departure from her usual leather in ring attire but then again, this was a different kind of event.

She was now just waiting for her makeup artist to show up and work her magic. Sandra was late.

It wasn’t her usual style even if she had to fly in from a different location this time round. That is, when her assistant Emily showed up.

“Sandra said she can’t make it. Her flight got delayed.” She informed Chyna, knowing fully well The 9th Wonder won’t be happy to hear that.

A mild frown spread over Chyna’s lips as she gave a nod. “Well that’s a bummer, but please don’t tell me that I have to do my own makeup now!”

Emily chuckled. “No, of course not. I’ve arranged for a replacement. I had to work some magic but she’ll be here in few. You owe me one for this!”

“Only if she’s up to the mark!” Chyna shot back with a grin. “Just kidding of course, you’re a lifesaver. Thank you so much for it.”

“Let me bring her in and introduce to you. By the way, she doesn’t know who’s her client for the evening.” Emily responded with a thin smile before the plucky assistant sauntered out.

Chyna took a moment to eye herself in the mirror. She definitely filled the suit incredibly well. It was going to be quite the power statement that she intended to make out there.

As she always did.

@torrential-karma

[chyna9]

Chyna could read the effect her words had on Jennifer, setting her on fire in best of ways with the sheer sensuality that the promise in itself contained.

Then Jennifer took on the whole program and exposed her neck while their eyes remained locked with each other. Chyna nodded with a pleasant smile as she stepped closer in Jennifer’s personal space, again taking in her fragrance as her nostrils flared.

Gently her strong hands came around Jennifer’s lithe body, ensconcing her in a protective manner as Chyna leaned in to plant a kiss on Jennifer’s neck. It was every bit intense and every bit charged as the woman’s electrifying presence. Smoothly Chyna’s hand ran over Jennifer’s back in a playful manner before the lips departed after a good while.

Chyna eyed her handiwork, rather pleased with it. “So, how are we doing?” She asked Jennifer.

[torrential-karma]

However gentle those arms, Jennifer was still exquisitely aware of each firm curve of muscle that touched her. Her own arms went around Chyna from her waist up her back, fingers finding yet more defined muscles. Still in no way, did the woman feel like a man. Every shape of her was that of a woman. Firm breasts pressed above her own as the woman leaned over and surrounded her with steel and velvet. She smelled expensive.

Jennifer couldn’t help a groan as those hands she’d seen do so much damage, pet her back as though she were a cat. She bit her lower lip as Chyna’s found her neck, wondering just how rough a hickey would be, but instead sighed as plush warm lips left only softness and lipstick. Warmth.

“So, how are we doing?” She was asked, when they could make eye contact. Jennifer was a little shocked by her own answer. She felt a bit drunk on it all.

“I want more.” And her arms tightened around that whipchord waist. “Please … Joanie?”

[chyna9]

Chyna giggled at Jennifer’s response as her arms tightened around her waist, pressing further into her.

“Of course my dear….” She murmured and leaned in again, but this time for an actual hickey instead of the surprising kiss of earlier. But even the hickey was as sensually charged. It was rougher than a kiss obviously but it supercharged Jennifer’s senses.

It wasn’t just a hickey.

It was seduction.

After a good while Chyna pulled back and beamed at Jennifer, momentarily nuzzling with her in sweetest of ways.

“We’re going to set the stage on fire. You and I. I can feel it in my bones.” She said.

[torrential-karma]

Chyna didn't tease her. Didn't reject her. Didn't take back her offer. That short sharp twinge of worry Jennifer had felt melted instantly away. It came clear to her that Chyna definitely liked her, and might even find her sexy.

She grunted a little as those arms went more strongly around her, not because the air was squeezed out of her or any such thing, but because her nipples had gone so painfully hard.

"Of course my dear . . ."

The words absolutely melted her, but then she truly melted as lips found her throat again, pressed, and started to suck.

Possession, heat, and the slightest bit of pain.

"Oh. . .Oh!" Jennifer's voice shuddered a little, and her fingertips clutched at Chyna's back. How could her dream be coming true so quickly? Jennifer's knees wobbled just a little, but with a will she stiffened them. When Chyna pulled away Jennifer had no doubt that her own eyes were full of dreams, her delicate skin now had the blush of a slight hickey, and that she might have stumbled a little if she hadn't kept a hand on the side of Chyna's hip.

"Let's do that." she agreed, still looking dazed. "Th-thank you." She gave a little shake of her head to get some sense back into it. Jennifer gave a little laugh.

"Into the chair with you, let me fix you up, please."

[chyna9]

Chance Encounters

Chyna was sitting backstage, getting ready for the conference for the big PPV. She was main eventing it and as it turned out, the company wanted her to remain in character as they all did their little bit of trash talking and so on. She was excited for it, this whole approach where old school aesthetic was returning, where you didn’t break your persona instead of the recent trend where kayfabe was all but shattered for good.

She was wearing a double breasted black suit and matching trousers, a gold bracelet and matching necklace and earrings. A belt with words C9 in buckle was seen around her waist, custom made from Chanel and the ensemble was topped off with Louboutins. A fedora was placed on a stand next to her. Bit of a departure from her usual leather in ring attire but then again, this was a different kind of event.

She was now just waiting for her makeup artist to show up and work her magic. Sandra was late.

It wasn’t her usual style even if she had to fly in from a different location this time round. That is, when her assistant Emily showed up.

“Sandra said she can’t make it. Her flight got delayed.” She informed Chyna, knowing fully well The 9th Wonder won’t be happy to hear that.

A mild frown spread over Chyna’s lips as she gave a nod. “Well that’s a bummer, but please don’t tell me that I have to do my own makeup now!”

Emily chuckled. “No, of course not. I’ve arranged for a replacement. I had to work some magic but she’ll be here in few. You owe me one for this!”

“Only if she’s up to the mark!” Chyna shot back with a grin. “Just kidding of course, you’re a lifesaver. Thank you so much for it.”

“Let me bring her in and introduce to you. By the way, she doesn’t know who’s her client for the evening.” Emily responded with a thin smile before the plucky assistant sauntered out.

Chyna took a moment to eye herself in the mirror. She definitely filled the suit incredibly well. It was going to be quite the power statement that she intended to make out there.

As she always did.

@torrential-karma

[chyna9]

Chyna could read the effect her words had on Jennifer, setting her on fire in best of ways with the sheer sensuality that the promise in itself contained.

Then Jennifer took on the whole program and exposed her neck while their eyes remained locked with each other. Chyna nodded with a pleasant smile as she stepped closer in Jennifer’s personal space, again taking in her fragrance as her nostrils flared.

Gently her strong hands came around Jennifer’s lithe body, ensconcing her in a protective manner as Chyna leaned in to plant a kiss on Jennifer’s neck. It was every bit intense and every bit charged as the woman’s electrifying presence. Smoothly Chyna’s hand ran over Jennifer’s back in a playful manner before the lips departed after a good while.

Chyna eyed her handiwork, rather pleased with it. “So, how are we doing?” She asked Jennifer.

[torrential-karma]

However gentle those arms, Jennifer was still exquisitely aware of each firm curve of muscle that touched her. Her own arms went around Chyna from her waist up her back, fingers finding yet more defined muscles. Still in no way, did the woman feel like a man. Every shape of her was that of a woman. Firm breasts pressed above her own as the woman leaned over and surrounded her with steel and velvet. She smelled expensive.

Jennifer couldn't help a groan as those hands she'd seen do so much damage, pet her back as though she were a cat. She bit her lower lip as Chyna's found her neck, wondering just how rough a hickey would be, but instead sighed as plush warm lips left only softness and lipstick. Warmth.

"So, how are we doing?" She was asked, when they could make eye contact. Jennifer was a little shocked by her own answer. She felt a bit drunk on it all.

"I want more." And her arms tightened around that whipchord waist. "Please . . . Joanie?"

[chyna9]

Chance Encounters

Chyna was sitting backstage, getting ready for the conference for the big PPV. She was main eventing it and as it turned out, the company wanted her to remain in character as they all did their little bit of trash talking and so on. She was excited for it, this whole approach where old school aesthetic was returning, where you didn’t break your persona instead of the recent trend where kayfabe was all but shattered for good.

She was wearing a double breasted black suit and matching trousers, a gold bracelet and matching necklace and earrings. A belt with words C9 in buckle was seen around her waist, custom made from Chanel and the ensemble was topped off with Louboutins. A fedora was placed on a stand next to her. Bit of a departure from her usual leather in ring attire but then again, this was a different kind of event.

She was now just waiting for her makeup artist to show up and work her magic. Sandra was late.

It wasn’t her usual style even if she had to fly in from a different location this time round. That is, when her assistant Emily showed up.

“Sandra said she can’t make it. Her flight got delayed.” She informed Chyna, knowing fully well The 9th Wonder won’t be happy to hear that.

A mild frown spread over Chyna’s lips as she gave a nod. “Well that’s a bummer, but please don’t tell me that I have to do my own makeup now!”

Emily chuckled. “No, of course not. I’ve arranged for a replacement. I had to work some magic but she’ll be here in few. You owe me one for this!”

“Only if she’s up to the mark!” Chyna shot back with a grin. “Just kidding of course, you’re a lifesaver. Thank you so much for it.”

“Let me bring her in and introduce to you. By the way, she doesn’t know who’s her client for the evening.” Emily responded with a thin smile before the plucky assistant sauntered out.

Chyna took a moment to eye herself in the mirror. She definitely filled the suit incredibly well. It was going to be quite the power statement that she intended to make out there.

As she always did.

@torrential-karma

[chyna9]

Jennifer’s response made Chyna grin and beam at her. “That’s my girl!” She exclaimed. “Like I said, the asshole had it coming when I learned what he had done. No way I was going to hold myself back you know?”

The fact that Jennifer was still on for the program made the whole thing doubly fun.

“Lovely! Oh do take your time and get yourself ready. We’re not on for next half hour at the very least…we’re going to make them burn with envy when we step out!” She winked before checking Jennifer once again, to make sure she was indeed unharmed before leaving the younger woman to her devices and grabbed her phone to summon for some lemonade that arrived in few minutes. The room service was tipped generously before departing as Chyna placed Jennifer’s glass next to her.

“And here’s our drinks!”

[torrential-karma]

“Thank you. That was really amazing what you did.” She broke into a big smile now, all her upset from earlier just and simply gone.

She leaned over the table and got to work. She didn’t really need to do so, having fine eyesight, but she couldn’t resist this subtle way to flirt with her new crush. Jennifer had worked hard for her own ass.

It was quick work to do herself up. False lashes with tiny crystals beading some of the ends, top and bottom, then she quickly stuck a few on the skin around her eyes above and below as well. Brows were defined and sharpened. Eyelids were meticulously done up in shades of pink from light to well dark in the crease. Blush like a sunburn, lips outlined and shaded with the same care she’d done Chyna’s in all the same pinks. Thank goodness the Lemonade came with straws. Next, she first took down her russet brown/red hair. It feel easily to her waist in thick waves, then she split it into high ponytails that turned into Korean style double buns with one long coiling tendril that escaped each one not unlike Sailor Moon.

Feeling relaxed and happy, she caught Chyna’s eye then.

“How about this?” And with quick strokes she made something that looked like a hickey on her neck, and surrounded it with a perfect representation of Chyna’s open lips in exactly the color of her lipstick.

[chyna9]

While Jennifer was busy applying makeup to herself, Chyna’s eyes indeed hovered over to Jennifer’s cute bum. Oh it was a sight to behold indeed. It wasn’t lost on her, the playful tease but it was more than welcome and more than that, it was just wonderful to see Jennifer smiling again.

The drinks were being enjoyed by both of them and then finally, all done up Jennifer showcased herself. What stood before her made Chyna gasp with how gorgeous she looked. Earlier Jennifer was perfect as it was but she had taken things to a whole different level with this.

“Simply exquisite!” Chyna murmured.

But then Jennifer did the bit with hickey that made Chyna grin. “I bet every single person in the audience is going to be extremely jealous of me with that. Love it!” She grinned, indicating her approval.

“Tell me, how about I give you an actual hickey?” Chyna gently asked, mischief dancing in her ice blue eyes as she posed the question to Jennifer.

[torrential-karma]

It gave her a thrill, how muted Chyna's voice was as she admired Jennifer's handiwork. As if she were speaking more to herself. Now, that was grand praise indeed. It felt excellent to know that Chyna had appreciation for what she did. She also with a bit of a bang in her heart, realize that Chyna thought she was pretty. She must have, actually, having asked her to go out on stage with her. At any rate, Jennifer felt warm standing in the woman's approval.

What Chyna said next, however turned warmth into a flame of heat. Offering to give her a hickey. Jennifer's mouth fell open and she gasped in a little air even as she tried to look like she wasn't. Was this some sort of trick? A dare? Whatever it was, Jennifer didn't care. She just wanted it.

She scooped her hair out of the way of the other side and tilted her head, exposing her neck entirely, never breaking the gaze between she and Chyna.

"Please." she said, the word coming out half a whisper.

[chyna9]

Chance Encounters

Chyna was sitting backstage, getting ready for the conference for the big PPV. She was main eventing it and as it turned out, the company wanted her to remain in character as they all did their little bit of trash talking and so on. She was excited for it, this whole approach where old school aesthetic was returning, where you didn’t break your persona instead of the recent trend where kayfabe was all but shattered for good.

She was wearing a double breasted black suit and matching trousers, a gold bracelet and matching necklace and earrings. A belt with words C9 in buckle was seen around her waist, custom made from Chanel and the ensemble was topped off with Louboutins. A fedora was placed on a stand next to her. Bit of a departure from her usual leather in ring attire but then again, this was a different kind of event.

She was now just waiting for her makeup artist to show up and work her magic. Sandra was late.

It wasn’t her usual style even if she had to fly in from a different location this time round. That is, when her assistant Emily showed up.

“Sandra said she can’t make it. Her flight got delayed.” She informed Chyna, knowing fully well The 9th Wonder won’t be happy to hear that.

A mild frown spread over Chyna’s lips as she gave a nod. “Well that’s a bummer, but please don’t tell me that I have to do my own makeup now!”

Emily chuckled. “No, of course not. I’ve arranged for a replacement. I had to work some magic but she’ll be here in few. You owe me one for this!”

“Only if she’s up to the mark!” Chyna shot back with a grin. “Just kidding of course, you’re a lifesaver. Thank you so much for it.”

“Let me bring her in and introduce to you. By the way, she doesn’t know who’s her client for the evening.” Emily responded with a thin smile before the plucky assistant sauntered out.

Chyna took a moment to eye herself in the mirror. She definitely filled the suit incredibly well. It was going to be quite the power statement that she intended to make out there.

As she always did.

@torrential-karma

[chyna9]

Jennifer’s response made Chyna grin and beam at her. “That’s my girl!” She exclaimed. “Like I said, the asshole had it coming when I learned what he had done. No way I was going to hold myself back you know?”

The fact that Jennifer was still on for the program made the whole thing doubly fun.

“Lovely! Oh do take your time and get yourself ready. We’re not on for next half hour at the very least…we’re going to make them burn with envy when we step out!” She winked before checking Jennifer once again, to make sure she was indeed unharmed before leaving the younger woman to her devices and grabbed her phone to summon for some lemonade that arrived in few minutes. The room service was tipped generously before departing as Chyna placed Jennifer’s glass next to her.

“And here’s our drinks!”

[torrential-karma]

"Thank you. That was really amazing what you did." She broke into a big smile now, all her upset from earlier just and simply gone.

She leaned over the table and got to work. She didn't really need to do so, having fine eyesight, but she couldn't resist this subtle way to flirt with her new crush. Jennifer had worked hard for her own ass.

It was quick work to do herself up. False lashes with tiny crystals beading some of the ends, top and bottom, then she quickly stuck a few on the skin around her eyes above and below as well. Brows were defined and sharpened. Eyelids were meticulously done up in shades of pink from light to well dark in the crease. Blush like a sunburn, lips outlined and shaded with the same care she'd done Chyna's in all the same pinks. Thank goodness the Lemonade came with straws. Next, she first took down her russet brown/red hair. It feel easily to her waist in thick waves, then she split it into high ponytails that turned into Korean style double buns with one long coiling tendril that escaped each one not unlike Sailor Moon.

Feeling relaxed and happy, she caught Chyna's eye then.

"How about this?" And with quick strokes she made something that looked like a hickey on her neck, and surrounded it with a perfect representation of Chyna's open lips in exactly the color of her lipstick.

[chyna9]

Chance Encounters

Chyna was sitting backstage, getting ready for the conference for the big PPV. She was main eventing it and as it turned out, the company wanted her to remain in character as they all did their little bit of trash talking and so on. She was excited for it, this whole approach where old school aesthetic was returning, where you didn’t break your persona instead of the recent trend where kayfabe was all but shattered for good.

She was wearing a double breasted black suit and matching trousers, a gold bracelet and matching necklace and earrings. A belt with words C9 in buckle was seen around her waist, custom made from Chanel and the ensemble was topped off with Louboutins. A fedora was placed on a stand next to her. Bit of a departure from her usual leather in ring attire but then again, this was a different kind of event.

She was now just waiting for her makeup artist to show up and work her magic. Sandra was late.

It wasn’t her usual style even if she had to fly in from a different location this time round. That is, when her assistant Emily showed up.

“Sandra said she can’t make it. Her flight got delayed.” She informed Chyna, knowing fully well The 9th Wonder won’t be happy to hear that.

A mild frown spread over Chyna’s lips as she gave a nod. “Well that’s a bummer, but please don’t tell me that I have to do my own makeup now!”

Emily chuckled. “No, of course not. I’ve arranged for a replacement. I had to work some magic but she’ll be here in few. You owe me one for this!”

“Only if she’s up to the mark!” Chyna shot back with a grin. “Just kidding of course, you’re a lifesaver. Thank you so much for it.”

“Let me bring her in and introduce to you. By the way, she doesn’t know who’s her client for the evening.” Emily responded with a thin smile before the plucky assistant sauntered out.

Chyna took a moment to eye herself in the mirror. She definitely filled the suit incredibly well. It was going to be quite the power statement that she intended to make out there.

As she always did.

@torrential-karma

[chyna9]

The video was captured quite neatly as the man uttered the words in the camera before Jennifer finally accepted the apology. Was it nice? No. Was it fair?

Yes.

A man who was as nasty as this, he deserved to be punished and Chyna didn’t feel any guilt for dishing out some to a misogynist creep like this. The video was done and Chyna let go of the man who crumpled on the floor in a heap, breathing heavily.

“From now on, I’m going to name you Cocksucker.” She said in a relaxed tone, mischief apparent in her voice.

“Keep what just happened in next time you try to harass a woman, any woman because mark my words, if you even so much as try to think of doing that next time…” She leaned down and growled.

“…there will be no next fuckin’ time!”

[torrential-karma]

Chyna was absolutely thick with muscle. She was dangerous as hell. She was the most beautiful women that Jennifer had ever seen. And, as it turned out, devastatingly brilliant when it came to showing a man his place.

Jennifer quite expected that Chyna was actually brilliant through and through.

All of that, and somehow she was thoughtful, tender, and kind.

In that moment, Jennifer believed in love at first sight. Without thinking about it, she grabbed at her own shirt, right over her heart. She did however, manage to not let any of that sudden tender, aching feeling show in her eyes. Not with that man still here.

As if none of this mattered, and as it was, this piece of trash didn’t matter at all, Jennifer took herself back to the mirror and got back to working on her makeup like nothing of importance had happened. In fact, she even leaned over the counter a bit, letting her rump show under her tutu, clad in fishnets and rather small cut black panties, just daring him to look and get his face bashed in or his testicles permanently damaged if they weren’t so already.

Gods it was such a rush. Her color was coming back, rouging up her cheeks. Both sets.

[chyna9]

With that, Brandon Little was kicked outside quite unceremoniously and Chyna shut the door behind them, leaving the two of them alone. Jennifer had moved towards the counter, obviously feeling the rush of the moment.

Chyna walked towards her and stood next to Jennifer. “Hey, you doing okay? I’m sorry if it was harsh, what I just did…but sometimes, that’s what you have to do, right?”

She smiled, knowing fully well Jennifer would understand that. “Now let me order some lemonade for us. You still want to come out with me? It’s okay if you say no. There’s no pressure. I just want you to have fun, be yourself and relax.”

[torrential-karma]

Jennifer turned to face Chyna as she came up beside her. She felt herself beaming with a smile. She couldn't help it. For starters, this tall, dark, amazing amazon didn't yet know that she was absolutely crushing hard on her. Jennifer had no expectations that Chyna would ever feel that way about her, but that didn't matter. Hired was enough. Spending time with her would be enough.

The other reason she was feeling giddy was that she'd never felt so powerful against a man in her life. Never seen one squirm for having been so awful. It really was a rush.

"Oh, I'm fine. I'm great!" She gave a little shake of her head in disbelief. "For goodness sake, don't be sorry at all. I mean, you surprised me, but that was amazing. The look on his face!" Jennifer even chuckled a little.

"I am absolutely going out there with you. And I'd love some lemonade. Look-" She bit her lower lip a moment, then freed it. "Hey, I hope you don't mind if I take some time to paint my face a bit, it seems wrong to take a moment for myself when I'm getting paid to be here for you . . . .do you mind?"

If there had been a single hair out of place, or a single smudge to Chyna's makeup, she would have been pressing the woman to make sure she was unharmed, but it was clear that she was.

[chyna9]

Chance Encounters

Chyna was sitting backstage, getting ready for the conference for the big PPV. She was main eventing it and as it turned out, the company wanted her to remain in character as they all did their little bit of trash talking and so on. She was excited for it, this whole approach where old school aesthetic was returning, where you didn’t break your persona instead of the recent trend where kayfabe was all but shattered for good.

She was wearing a double breasted black suit and matching trousers, a gold bracelet and matching necklace and earrings. A belt with words C9 in buckle was seen around her waist, custom made from Chanel and the ensemble was topped off with Louboutins. A fedora was placed on a stand next to her. Bit of a departure from her usual leather in ring attire but then again, this was a different kind of event.

She was now just waiting for her makeup artist to show up and work her magic. Sandra was late.

It wasn’t her usual style even if she had to fly in from a different location this time round. That is, when her assistant Emily showed up.

“Sandra said she can’t make it. Her flight got delayed.” She informed Chyna, knowing fully well The 9th Wonder won’t be happy to hear that.

A mild frown spread over Chyna’s lips as she gave a nod. “Well that’s a bummer, but please don’t tell me that I have to do my own makeup now!”

Emily chuckled. “No, of course not. I’ve arranged for a replacement. I had to work some magic but she’ll be here in few. You owe me one for this!”

“Only if she’s up to the mark!” Chyna shot back with a grin. “Just kidding of course, you’re a lifesaver. Thank you so much for it.”

“Let me bring her in and introduce to you. By the way, she doesn’t know who’s her client for the evening.” Emily responded with a thin smile before the plucky assistant sauntered out.

Chyna took a moment to eye herself in the mirror. She definitely filled the suit incredibly well. It was going to be quite the power statement that she intended to make out there.

As she always did.

@torrential-karma

[chyna9]

The video was captured quite neatly as the man uttered the words in the camera before Jennifer finally accepted the apology. Was it nice? No. Was it fair?

Yes.

A man who was as nasty as this, he deserved to be punished and Chyna didn’t feel any guilt for dishing out some to a misogynist creep like this. The video was done and Chyna let go of the man who crumpled on the floor in a heap, breathing heavily.

“From now on, I’m going to name you Cocksucker.” She said in a relaxed tone, mischief apparent in her voice.

“Keep what just happened in next time you try to harass a woman, any woman because mark my words, if you even so much as try to think of doing that next time…” She leaned down and growled.

“…there will be no next fuckin’ time!”

[torrential-karma]

Chyna was absolutely thick with muscle. She was dangerous as hell. She was the most beautiful women that Jennifer had ever seen. And, as it turned out, devastatingly brilliant when it came to showing a man his place.

Jennifer quite expected that Chyna was actually brilliant through and through.

All of that, and somehow she was thoughtful, tender, and kind.

In that moment, Jennifer believed in love at first sight. Without thinking about it, she grabbed at her own shirt, right over her heart. She did however, manage to not let any of that sudden tender, aching feeling show in her eyes. Not with that man still here.

As if none of this mattered, and as it was, this piece of trash didn't matter at all, Jennifer took herself back to the mirror and got back to working on her makeup like nothing of importance had happened. In fact, she even leaned over the counter a bit, letting her rump show under her tutu, clad in fishnets and rather small cut black panties, just daring him to look and get his face bashed in or his testicles permanently damaged if they weren't so already.

Gods it was such a rush. Her color was coming back, rouging up her cheeks. Both sets.

[chyna9]

Chance Encounters

Chyna was sitting backstage, getting ready for the conference for the big PPV. She was main eventing it and as it turned out, the company wanted her to remain in character as they all did their little bit of trash talking and so on. She was excited for it, this whole approach where old school aesthetic was returning, where you didn’t break your persona instead of the recent trend where kayfabe was all but shattered for good.

She was wearing a double breasted black suit and matching trousers, a gold bracelet and matching necklace and earrings. A belt with words C9 in buckle was seen around her waist, custom made from Chanel and the ensemble was topped off with Louboutins. A fedora was placed on a stand next to her. Bit of a departure from her usual leather in ring attire but then again, this was a different kind of event.

She was now just waiting for her makeup artist to show up and work her magic. Sandra was late.

It wasn’t her usual style even if she had to fly in from a different location this time round. That is, when her assistant Emily showed up.

“Sandra said she can’t make it. Her flight got delayed.” She informed Chyna, knowing fully well The 9th Wonder won’t be happy to hear that.

A mild frown spread over Chyna’s lips as she gave a nod. “Well that’s a bummer, but please don’t tell me that I have to do my own makeup now!”

Emily chuckled. “No, of course not. I’ve arranged for a replacement. I had to work some magic but she’ll be here in few. You owe me one for this!”

“Only if she’s up to the mark!” Chyna shot back with a grin. “Just kidding of course, you’re a lifesaver. Thank you so much for it.”

“Let me bring her in and introduce to you. By the way, she doesn’t know who’s her client for the evening.” Emily responded with a thin smile before the plucky assistant sauntered out.

Chyna took a moment to eye herself in the mirror. She definitely filled the suit incredibly well. It was going to be quite the power statement that she intended to make out there.

As she always did.

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The man did not rake her with his eyes as he had before. With Chyna giving the man’s crotch an eagle talon like clutch, it was clear why. Jennifer had never seen such a thing, and she was frozen in shock. In fact it was her turn to give the man a once over with her eyes in a way that he didn’t dare do right now. Still it amazed her when the man, however quietly, gave her an apology at all.

When Chyna smacked him in the face, literally smacked him in the face, Jennifer’s own hand flew up to cover her mouth in shock. She’d never seen a woman be violent to a man. Or, at least not so successfully. Chyna’s voice dripped an acid strength of disapproval as she told him how to do it right. How could this be the same sweet, playful women that she’d spent the last hour with.

When the mad did apologize with a rather fevered sincerity, Jennifer forced her hand down, contemplating, as Chyna said, whether or not to accept it. She drew herself up to her full height, eyes glancing down again at the secure grip Chyna had on him. And Jennifer found it in herself to grin. Coldly, but a grin none the less.

“Say that you like to suck cock.” Oh, she knew his type. Knew he’d probably rather die than say such a thing, but Jennifer dared to think that Chyna could probably have that arranged if he clammed up.

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Chyna couldn’t help but smirk at Jennifer’s demand. Oh it was too good. It was too precious. The man’s eyes had widened at the demand. He looked incredulously at Jennifer and then at Chyna.

“Never!” He snarled out in anger.

His anger was soon enough turned into a whimper by a merciless squeeze of his balls.

“You heard what she said. Do it or else I’ll rip your balls off and feed them to pigs.” Chyna growled.

The man’s eyes were in tears. He shook his head in pain. “No…no please…” He mumbled, mostly due to pain than through any genuine emotion.

“Say it or else I’ll arrange for someone whose cock you’ll have to suck and then admit that you’ll suck a cock.” Chyna remarked in an ice cold manner.

The man clammed up again before silently nodding. Immediately, Chyna signaled Jennifer to get her phone out and begin recording while Chyna held his face up at the camera.

“Look at the screen fuckface.” Chyna commanded and the man did.

“I, Brandon Little like to suck a cock.” He spoke, obviously not pleased to say it but so much was Chyna’s force that he had been beaten into submission.

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It took both hands for her to keep her phone steady as she got the man into frame for the video. Quite deliberately, Jennifer did not video the Amazon of a woman who was coercing him. Was that fair? No. Not one bit. But neither had it been fair when the man had forced nearly the same words out of her.

Worse words either. As Jennifer had said them, she had feared that he was going to try to force her to do it right after. Oh, surely she could have screamed or something, but what if he'd had a gun? What if he'd strangled her or something? In that terrible instant, she'd had no idea what was going to happen.

What Chyna was doing to him was horrible, but the man deserved horrible. And it was understanding that which suddenly steadied Jennifer's hand on her phone. She captured the moment in stereo and living color. His displeasure could easily be mistaken for desperation. Tit for tat, then, Jennifer thought. And she found she could breath again. Really breath. Jennifer crossed her arms, and gave the man a glare she'd always wanted to give such a person.

"I accept your apology."

She even batted her eyelashes at him, and gave him a smirk. Oh, this was actually fun.

[chyna9]

Chance Encounters

Chyna was sitting backstage, getting ready for the conference for the big PPV. She was main eventing it and as it turned out, the company wanted her to remain in character as they all did their little bit of trash talking and so on. She was excited for it, this whole approach where old school aesthetic was returning, where you didn’t break your persona instead of the recent trend where kayfabe was all but shattered for good.

She was wearing a double breasted black suit and matching trousers, a gold bracelet and matching necklace and earrings. A belt with words C9 in buckle was seen around her waist, custom made from Chanel and the ensemble was topped off with Louboutins. A fedora was placed on a stand next to her. Bit of a departure from her usual leather in ring attire but then again, this was a different kind of event.

She was now just waiting for her makeup artist to show up and work her magic. Sandra was late.

It wasn’t her usual style even if she had to fly in from a different location this time round. That is, when her assistant Emily showed up.

“Sandra said she can’t make it. Her flight got delayed.” She informed Chyna, knowing fully well The 9th Wonder won’t be happy to hear that.

A mild frown spread over Chyna’s lips as she gave a nod. “Well that’s a bummer, but please don’t tell me that I have to do my own makeup now!”

Emily chuckled. “No, of course not. I’ve arranged for a replacement. I had to work some magic but she’ll be here in few. You owe me one for this!”

“Only if she’s up to the mark!” Chyna shot back with a grin. “Just kidding of course, you’re a lifesaver. Thank you so much for it.”

“Let me bring her in and introduce to you. By the way, she doesn’t know who’s her client for the evening.” Emily responded with a thin smile before the plucky assistant sauntered out.

Chyna took a moment to eye herself in the mirror. She definitely filled the suit incredibly well. It was going to be quite the power statement that she intended to make out there.

As she always did.

@torrential-karma

[torrential-karma]

The man did not rake her with his eyes as he had before. With Chyna giving the man's crotch an eagle talon like clutch, it was clear why. Jennifer had never seen such a thing, and she was frozen in shock. In fact it was her turn to give the man a once over with her eyes in a way that he didn't dare do right now. Still it amazed her when the man, however quietly, gave her an apology at all.

When Chyna smacked him in the face, literally smacked him in the face, Jennifer's own hand flew up to cover her mouth in shock. She'd never seen a woman be violent to a man. Or, at least not so successfully. Chyna's voice dripped an acid strength of disapproval as she told him how to do it right. How could this be the same sweet, playful women that she'd spent the last hour with.

When the mad did apologize with a rather fevered sincerity, Jennifer forced her hand down, contemplating, as Chyna said, whether or not to accept it. She drew herself up to her full height, eyes glancing down again at the secure grip Chyna had on him. And Jennifer found it in herself to grin. Coldly, but a grin none the less.

"Say that you like to suck cock." Oh, she knew his type. Knew he'd probably rather die than say such a thing, but Jennifer dared to think that Chyna could probably have that arranged if he clammed up.