Sex... and Violence
Moon
- Joined
- Aug 11, 2021
Andy Adams' jaw clenched in frustration, the muscles of his face twitching, as he struggled to contain his rage. In his time, he was a contender in the Elite Entertainment circuit - the private subscription show organized for the rich assholes living in The Rises with a taste for sexualized physical violence! Now he was a has-been, a washed up star who had become an agent recruiting new blood into the league that both gave him a life worth living and also destroyed his life. His hand trembled as he lifted the container of calcium tablets to his mouth, dumping several of them in and crunching them down in an attempt to quell his constant heartburn. "Just.... you girls get settled in here. Once yo-"
Takao Sara interrupted the late-middle aged man as he tried to speak. "Women." She could not help but grin as she looked around the luxurious split-layer apartment. A bedroom for each of them to either side of the spacious livingroom - all of it appointed in white leather furniture and plush white carpets with a breathtaking view of the metropolis sprawling out for as far as the eye could see in every direction below them. The upper stairs following an ascending hallway that branched into a kitchen and a bathroom to either side, and a grandiose formal dining room with an impressive view to match the livingroom on the floor above.
"Girls are children..." She grinned over her shoulder at the much older man as she unzipped her hoody, stretching her humble sweat pants and sports bra in an intentionally showy manner - her arms stretched behind her as her chest is pushed forward - before dropping the jacket to the floor. "We are not!" She laughed excitedly as she dropped onto the livingroom sofa, the room's opulently massive Screen glowing to life as she picked up the controller. Her thumbs flicked across it as she scanned through the various games available to play.
Amy Wright came back to the livingroom, after having explored both of the bedrooms to make certain that she could make the better claim. She jumped onto the leather sofa next to her best friend, straining the designer dress and boots that she bought earlier in the day, kneeling on the seat as she looked up over the sofa's back towards where their agent stood in the entryway. "She's just being cheeky! What can you expect...." She giggled very playfully as she crouched down, bending over until the lower half of her face was hidden behind the back of the sofa. "when we have a place as amazing as this!"
Andy groaned and tilted the container back, chomping down a few more calcium tablets before answering. "Look, I am just trying to get you gi-" He growled deeply, shifting his considerable weight from foot to foot. "you young ladies ready! This contract you've joined, it's not-your-mamma's martial arts league! It is all about entertainment and keeping the viewers happy. We talked about this before, yea?! When you signed your fucking contracts!"
Sara paused the game that she had started, turning her head slightly to pay attention. Amy chose to wave his concerns away as she laughed out her words. "Yea, yea, you've said that already! We have spent the last week practicing our stage personas! We are ready for this!" She smirked as she looked over to her friend, holding her arms up and flexing as she did so. "We have more than enough physicality for this sort of game! We've practiced the lines you gave us. What more is there, really?! I mean... it's all scripted anyways, right?!"
Sara's eyes rolled as she tossed the controller aside. "I mean... just because it is scripted doesn't mean that we don't need to get our asses out there and perform! We are being paid a lot of money to do this, Ames! If it was that easy, then everyone would be doing it!" Andy nodded his head, poking one finger up in the air to emphasize Sara's point. "Besides are you forgetting the..." The young woman giggled deeply, swaying her shoulders back and forth as she leaned in seductively towards her friend. " 'sexual component' of the matches!" Both of the young women burst into awkward laughter. "Are you ready for your big on-screen kiss?"
Amy laughed deeply, playfully slapping her palm against Sara's cheek. "Oh no, they have to beat me first!" She threw her head back and laughed. "And we were both given 'win' passes for our fist matches!" She giggled and winked at her friend. "We are on easy street here!"
"I don't know..." Sara laughed very deeply as she pulled her sports top up, her firm brown breasts with their caramel areola bouncing with the motion. "I am kind of looking forward to letting 'the twins' loose on Screen!" Her chest shook back and forth, prompting her friend to squeal in panic.
"Oh my gawd, put your tits away!" Amy laughed deeply as she dropped into the seat next to her friend, covering her eyes. "You think too much about things!" She parted her fingers to peek between them, making certain that her friend had put her top back in place before setting up next to her. "Look around you; look out that window! A month ago we were struggling to graduate high school with no idea how we could possibly get anywhere with our lives! Now that slum where we used to live is just a tiny speck of street lights that we can hardly even notice! We have made it!"
"I mean, you're not wrong..." Sara nibbled on her lip as she thought that over, still settling her sports bra in place. "But...."
"Hey! No butt stuff! Right?!" Amy threw her head back in deep laughter. "We have made it! Nothing can stop us now!"
In the doorway, Andy carefully picked the long shards of plastic out of his palm. He had squeezed the pill container until it crushed, shattering fragments of the container into his flesh. Not that he really fucking cared. This type of superficial wound was nothing compared to... "HEY!" He growled as he put his hands on the railing over the apartment's livingroom. "What I was saying was... you young fucking women need to get up bright and early for your first matches tomorrow. Amy - Blaze; you are on at 3pm! Sarah - Dragon, you are on at 4pm!"
From the livingroom below, the brown one let out an infuriating sigh of discontent. "S-AAA R-AHHH! It's two syllables, it can't be that hard to learn, right?!"
Andy sighed very deeply and looked over at the girls. Fuck what they said, they were stupid fucking girls! But he could get a buck off of that.... He could see from the 'okay boomer' stare that they directed at him that he might as well not even be here. "Yea, don't fucking listen to me. I'm just the guy who knows all the shit, right?! Listen... The fucking minute you arrive on site, you are in character! If you let it drop, you are fucked. Out of money, out of fame, out of everything! So don't fucking do that, alright?!" He growled deeply as he tried to compose his thoughts. "Alright. You two are fucking fighters, right?! All those butterflies, all those unknown jitters.... all of that shit that you feel when you go into a fight? From now on, you hold that shit close to you, and then you make a new you! The stage you. Whatever happens there, that's not really you. It's the character that you made up, that I have been helping you work out! So just.... you fucking know, be that character! Yea?!"
Andy roared in frustration. This wasn't really his forte. He needed a fucking drink to help him think this over. He was not trying to drink away the way that he had just sold these stupid girls' cunts. Nope! He just needed a taste of whiskey, that was all. He let out another roar as he walked down the apartment's hallway, making his way to the elevator. It was fine. It was all going to be fine! He had worked his ass off to make sure that his new girls got an easy landing; scripted wins for their first matches! This was all going to be fine! As Andy walked across the apartment's parking garage he thought that he could hear the girls laughing again, and he roared in even greater rage and frustration.
Takao Sara interrupted the late-middle aged man as he tried to speak. "Women." She could not help but grin as she looked around the luxurious split-layer apartment. A bedroom for each of them to either side of the spacious livingroom - all of it appointed in white leather furniture and plush white carpets with a breathtaking view of the metropolis sprawling out for as far as the eye could see in every direction below them. The upper stairs following an ascending hallway that branched into a kitchen and a bathroom to either side, and a grandiose formal dining room with an impressive view to match the livingroom on the floor above.
"Girls are children..." She grinned over her shoulder at the much older man as she unzipped her hoody, stretching her humble sweat pants and sports bra in an intentionally showy manner - her arms stretched behind her as her chest is pushed forward - before dropping the jacket to the floor. "We are not!" She laughed excitedly as she dropped onto the livingroom sofa, the room's opulently massive Screen glowing to life as she picked up the controller. Her thumbs flicked across it as she scanned through the various games available to play.
Amy Wright came back to the livingroom, after having explored both of the bedrooms to make certain that she could make the better claim. She jumped onto the leather sofa next to her best friend, straining the designer dress and boots that she bought earlier in the day, kneeling on the seat as she looked up over the sofa's back towards where their agent stood in the entryway. "She's just being cheeky! What can you expect...." She giggled very playfully as she crouched down, bending over until the lower half of her face was hidden behind the back of the sofa. "when we have a place as amazing as this!"
Andy groaned and tilted the container back, chomping down a few more calcium tablets before answering. "Look, I am just trying to get you gi-" He growled deeply, shifting his considerable weight from foot to foot. "you young ladies ready! This contract you've joined, it's not-your-mamma's martial arts league! It is all about entertainment and keeping the viewers happy. We talked about this before, yea?! When you signed your fucking contracts!"
Sara paused the game that she had started, turning her head slightly to pay attention. Amy chose to wave his concerns away as she laughed out her words. "Yea, yea, you've said that already! We have spent the last week practicing our stage personas! We are ready for this!" She smirked as she looked over to her friend, holding her arms up and flexing as she did so. "We have more than enough physicality for this sort of game! We've practiced the lines you gave us. What more is there, really?! I mean... it's all scripted anyways, right?!"
Sara's eyes rolled as she tossed the controller aside. "I mean... just because it is scripted doesn't mean that we don't need to get our asses out there and perform! We are being paid a lot of money to do this, Ames! If it was that easy, then everyone would be doing it!" Andy nodded his head, poking one finger up in the air to emphasize Sara's point. "Besides are you forgetting the..." The young woman giggled deeply, swaying her shoulders back and forth as she leaned in seductively towards her friend. " 'sexual component' of the matches!" Both of the young women burst into awkward laughter. "Are you ready for your big on-screen kiss?"
Amy laughed deeply, playfully slapping her palm against Sara's cheek. "Oh no, they have to beat me first!" She threw her head back and laughed. "And we were both given 'win' passes for our fist matches!" She giggled and winked at her friend. "We are on easy street here!"
"I don't know..." Sara laughed very deeply as she pulled her sports top up, her firm brown breasts with their caramel areola bouncing with the motion. "I am kind of looking forward to letting 'the twins' loose on Screen!" Her chest shook back and forth, prompting her friend to squeal in panic.
"Oh my gawd, put your tits away!" Amy laughed deeply as she dropped into the seat next to her friend, covering her eyes. "You think too much about things!" She parted her fingers to peek between them, making certain that her friend had put her top back in place before setting up next to her. "Look around you; look out that window! A month ago we were struggling to graduate high school with no idea how we could possibly get anywhere with our lives! Now that slum where we used to live is just a tiny speck of street lights that we can hardly even notice! We have made it!"
"I mean, you're not wrong..." Sara nibbled on her lip as she thought that over, still settling her sports bra in place. "But...."
"Hey! No butt stuff! Right?!" Amy threw her head back in deep laughter. "We have made it! Nothing can stop us now!"
In the doorway, Andy carefully picked the long shards of plastic out of his palm. He had squeezed the pill container until it crushed, shattering fragments of the container into his flesh. Not that he really fucking cared. This type of superficial wound was nothing compared to... "HEY!" He growled as he put his hands on the railing over the apartment's livingroom. "What I was saying was... you young fucking women need to get up bright and early for your first matches tomorrow. Amy - Blaze; you are on at 3pm! Sarah - Dragon, you are on at 4pm!"
From the livingroom below, the brown one let out an infuriating sigh of discontent. "S-AAA R-AHHH! It's two syllables, it can't be that hard to learn, right?!"
Andy sighed very deeply and looked over at the girls. Fuck what they said, they were stupid fucking girls! But he could get a buck off of that.... He could see from the 'okay boomer' stare that they directed at him that he might as well not even be here. "Yea, don't fucking listen to me. I'm just the guy who knows all the shit, right?! Listen... The fucking minute you arrive on site, you are in character! If you let it drop, you are fucked. Out of money, out of fame, out of everything! So don't fucking do that, alright?!" He growled deeply as he tried to compose his thoughts. "Alright. You two are fucking fighters, right?! All those butterflies, all those unknown jitters.... all of that shit that you feel when you go into a fight? From now on, you hold that shit close to you, and then you make a new you! The stage you. Whatever happens there, that's not really you. It's the character that you made up, that I have been helping you work out! So just.... you fucking know, be that character! Yea?!"
Andy roared in frustration. This wasn't really his forte. He needed a fucking drink to help him think this over. He was not trying to drink away the way that he had just sold these stupid girls' cunts. Nope! He just needed a taste of whiskey, that was all. He let out another roar as he walked down the apartment's hallway, making his way to the elevator. It was fine. It was all going to be fine! He had worked his ass off to make sure that his new girls got an easy landing; scripted wins for their first matches! This was all going to be fine! As Andy walked across the apartment's parking garage he thought that he could hear the girls laughing again, and he roared in even greater rage and frustration.