Penthouse Match: The Wild Ones vs Frenemies With Benefits

“Babe, would you get that sour look off your face?”



The cameras open on Feral and Savage, collectively known as the Wild Ones, seemingly waiting in the simulated posh penthouse apartment for their opponents for the evening to arrive.



SAVAGE:



FERAL:



Feral, dressed for the occasion in purple and red polka-dotted thong panties with garter belts and a matching peek-a-boo bra, with tape over her nipples, is lounging on the living room loveseat, looking as miserable as a person could be. Savage, meanwhile, is pacing nervously behind her girlfriend, dressed in a red lacy lingerie set that barely keeps the Blonde Bomber’s massive gurls contained. On the coffee table in front of Feral is a bouquet of flowers and a red gift bag, with bright pink tissue paper peeking out of it.



“I’d look less salty if you hadn’t gotten the girls we’re gonna be fighting in a couple’a minutes a buncha goddamn FLOWERS AND A PRESENT LIKE THEY’RE YOUR FUCKING VALENTINE’S DAY DATES!” Feral growls, “And quit pacing, for fuck’s sake! You’re making ME nervous!”



Savage lets out a deep sigh and forces herself to stay in place. “I’m sorry, hon...I just...I wanna make sure that everything’s cool between us after the oil pit match.” she says contritely. Indeed, ever since the biker chicks were informed (almost immediately upon their return backstage from the pit) that a rematch had been ordered between the two teams in a penthouse match, Savage had been practically tingling with anticipation at getting the opportunity to see them again.



Feral lets out a sigh of her own, “Baby…” she begins, her expression and voice softening somewhat, “I know. I know you’re looking forward to this, especially that Cassava chick. And...I know I can be a handful sometimes. I’m jealous, I’ve got a short fuse, and I don’t trust nobody that ain’t one of our brothers and sisters. But I also know this means a lot to you, so it means a lot to me, too. Tell you what? If they’re copasetic, I’ll warm Cassava up for you...How about that?”



“You...you’d do that for me?” Feral nods, smiling sweetly for her beloved. “Thanks, baby...I love you so much.” She leans down from behind the loveseat and plants a tender kiss on the Punk Princess’s lips.



Outside the Penthouse set Frenemies with Benefits get some last-minute stretches in, Cassava Onika keeps those knees straight as she does an extended toe touch, Cassandra Beckett’s standing beside stretching out her shoulder but really just staring at her girl’s claim to fame. Cassava slowly rises out of her bend, spreads her arms out and does some side-to-side stretching, her Hawkeye gold lacy bralette and cheeky panties showcasing each quiver of flesh.



CASSAVA ONIKA





CASSANDRA BECKETT





The HIPster asks a question breaking Cassandra out of her leering,” Think they’ll be as cool as the first time we met them? We haven’t run into them in person since the Oil Pit.”



Cassandra walks over to Cassava and throws an arm over her shoulder, The Atomic Redneck’s catfighting tonight in a black, lace and mesh teddy with an open back. Giving her love a squeeze Beckett predicts, “They didn’t seem like the types to get big heads after one win. And let’s be honest; that Feral chick seemed to have a bit of a beef with you. A small beef at least.”



Onika waves it off, “She’s just rowdy, good trait to have here.” She reaches up to cup Cassandra’s shoulder pulling themselves in a little closer, “Any butterflies? I know apartment fights aren’t your usual go-to.”



The brunette shakes her head with a grin, “No butterflies, I may not go for these types of fights but a win’s a win, them being hot’s a good bonus too.”



Cassava chuckles in her Seth Rogen-like way as a backstage agent gives them the signal to go in, “True, true. Let’s not keep them waiting, Let’s even the power dynamic and set up that double date!”



Cassandra cackles as they walk the short distance to the penthouse, each sweeping an arm to move aside a curtain as they pass through the doorframe. Feral leaps out of the loveseat to stand beside Savage as Frenemies With Benefits enter the room, for a moment the two teams just stare at each other silently sharing the same thought, Gawd damn they are HOT!!



Cassava’s the first to break the silence, attempting a prematch chat with an easy grin, “Good to see you gals again! I thought we’d do a whole series between us after our tussle in the Oil Pit, we had that sauce but it feels like Bethany’s been keeping us apart. We had to start a whole fan campaign to get management on the same page. Though I didn’t expect the Penthouse setting, Not that I mind!”



Cassava’s voice quavers and rises in pitch as she tries to avoid a potential faux pas. Not that she needed to worry, The Wild One’s understood what she meant, plus the moment Savage laid eyes on Cassava’s mouth-watering cleavage all the voices in the room distorted like the adults in a Charlie Brown cartoon. The amazonian blonde snaps out her lustful haze, “Uuh, yeah! Christian’s always putting her weird agendas first. Oh!” Savage perks up feigning she just remembered her meticulously thought gifts, “We got you two a little something.” Savage scurries to the coffee table like a like school girl half her size, gathers the bouquet of flowers and gift bag and hands them over to a surprised and delighted FWB. Feral grumbled under her breath, “WE, huh…?” already perturbed by her love’s fascination with the Onika’s ridiculous, jiggling, sumptuous... curves… Feral shakes herself out of that rabbit hole. Now angry at herself for being turned on by her (for now) mortal enemy.



“Daaang, I wasn’t expecting this!” Cassandra darts her eyes from the beautiful flowers to the bag full of amenities, at her side Cassava bounces up and down in happiness clapping her hands, the redneck brunette looks genuinely touched. “Thank you guys so much.” Savage waves off her gratitude ”Oh it’s nothing. Just because we beat the tar out of each other doesn’t mean we can’t be friendly.” Cassava raises a hand and snaps her fingers, pointing to every wrestler in the room. “See? I knew we were on the same wavelength. We got you guys a little something too!” Onika skips over the armoire, every neck in the room automatically cranes to watch her back porch swing, including the cameramen. Beckett whispers to the women she’ll be facing in battle in a few minutes, “It was all her, really.”



Reaching into the small gap between the wall and the armoire Cassava pulls out a long, white, rolled-up piece of paper and walks back to the group. Feral squits her eyes in suspicion, “You had that stashed the whole time? Me and Savage got here first, and we’ve been here for a while. We didn’t see you.” Cassava pulls the rubber band holding the parchment together and snaps it into a corner, “Oh, I got here break of dawn to inspect the penthouse set. My old catfighting teacher always said ‘know your environment, bella’. She’s Italian, HUGE rack. You’d love her.” Feral and Savage give each other a sideways glance, they didn’t expect this level of calculation from the bubbly shortstack. Did she hide more combative objects in the room as well?



The surprisingly cunning Cassava unfurls her gift, revealing an amazing recreation of a vintage Easy Riders poster with The Wild Ones replacing the leads Peter Fonda and Dennis Hopper. Feral’s getting cracks about that movie for years but she still loves it, and right now her mind is blown.



“Holy shiiit…” Feral steps closer, mesmerized at the sight of her and Savage looking flower-power cool as fuck. “This is amazing.” Savage runs a hand through her flaxen hair, a little moved and very surprised. She is agape, ”How did you know this is our favourite movie?”



A happily grinning Cassava shakes her head swiftly, “Oh I had no idea! I just Binged ‘famous biker movies’ and rolled the dice. I’m glad you like it.”



Feral takes the poster in trembling and seems to trouble looking Cassava in the eye sheepishly saying, “Th-thanks… this is really cool.” The unnatural blonde(with pink highlights) doesn’t let her grunge counterpart stew in her embarrassment, ‘No problem. Just because we’re about to either throw each other through some walls or sexually dominate each other doesn’t mean we can’t be friendly before and after.” Cassava gives Feral a side hug that the biker bashfully reciprocates. When the Superfan went to her former bully turned beau Savage gave her girl a smug but knowing looking and Feral nods her head reluctantly, silently saying, yeah, yeah, I get it now.



There’s no referee in the room for his own safety and to maintain the illusion of the penthouse apartment fight, but one is monitoring in the backstage area and signals for the bell. No pinfalls in this bout, winners decide by knockout, submission, or orgasm.



DING!DING!



The two tag teams face each other against each other in the well-furnished stage penthouse, subtly and silently agreeing for the foils to start things off. Feral vs Cassava, Cassandra vs Savage. The BMD champ gives everyone a glance, doing the mental gymnastics of mapping the very rare team catfight. Already exhausted from the thought she huffs, "Well this is a new experience."



Now that the bell’s rung Feral’s all business. Chesting as much she can against the much more endowed woman, she bares her teeth. "Not for me, babe...I'm always the smallest bitch in the fight, and I'm always the one left standing at the end. So, how you want this to go down? We gonna fuck or we gonna fight? 'Cause I'm down for either."



Onika takes this show of aggression like a warm wind, unperturbed and almost welcoming in the face of The Punk Princess’s ire. She pats the biker on the shoulder while their partners curiously watch this interaction a foot away, "This is a penthouse match, my biker babies; fighting and fucking are the same things here. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."



"Ohhhh..." Feral grabs Cassva’s hair and yanks back on it to expose the Iowan’s supple neck "so you're into some pussy shit? I think Savage is more your speed then, Double Bubble...I know she wants to fuck your brains out! Maybe your bitch is better suited for me. Seems to me she likes it rough..." smirks as she licks Cassava's neck from collarbone to chin.



Cassava adopts a quizzical expression and looks at her for a moment, then breaks out in a serene smile, "I like you."



Feral’s aggressive confidence falters a bit, some sheepishness shining through. "Yeah...I know you might not tell it to hear me talk...But I like you too..." she then forces a rough, sloppy kiss. Cassie and Savage just watch their partners explore each other’s bodies with rapt attention, near awestruck by the heat their girlfriends radiate together.



“Jesus…” Cassandra blurts out with a gasp, not expecting to be so turned on by the tableau before her. Savage simply smirks and replies proudly, with her arms across her massive chest, “Yeah, that's my girl…”



Cassava’s kisses (and fondles) back but its clear Feral is the aggressor, the biker’s previous anger and jealousy converting to hunger that’ll swallow Cassava whole if she lets it, and while the Superfan is tempted, this biker’s about to get the ride of her life. The outrageous Onika takes Feral by the wrists and moves the Wild One’s hands on her ass. To which Feral digs in instantly, gripping and moulding those cheeks like clay. Unfortunately for Feral, this turns out to be a trap. Cassava bearhugs the distracted biker trapping her arms to her sides and swings Feral overhead in a belly-to-belly suplex. The Punk Princess gives a shout of surprise as she’s ejected from the makeout session “Whoaa!” soaring over a coffee table Feral’s body slaps against a black leather couch. The chesterfield rocks back nearly upending itself and Feral to the floor, but it settles with a blinking Feral upside down with her legs against the backrest.



Taken by surprise by the change in mood, Savage stares at her thrown beau for a moment before reacting "Feral!" She takes a step forward but she's cut off by Beck, the Atomic Redneck waves a finger side to side. "Ah ah ah, babe! I'm your dance partner now!" Beckett chides as she grabs the bigger blonde by the hair and slams her face-first into the nearest wall, rattling framed stock photos.



Now that Feral’s eyes stopped rolling in her head she tries to wriggle out of her capsized position but the cushions are thick and she’s slipped between the seat and back padding, so it takes Feral a bit of time to roll off the couch onto the carpet. She groans "Unngh...well...I guess you don't like me that much! Was it the Poison Frankensteiner I gave you? I didn't screw up your neck too badly, did I?"



The Superfan is jubilant in this environment and bears no grudge, "Oh no, I'm fine. Just need a little more romance before we get hot and heavy! I'm a traditional girl at heart." Utilizing her impressive vertical leap, Cassava jumps on the back of the couch as a kickstand to leap toward a just risen and shocked Feral. The Punk Princess gets up just to see Onika’s thicc thighs ensnare her in a Headscissors; for a moment Feral wears her opponent as a hat, swearing a muffled “Fuck!” before she’s whipped back on the couch and through time, ending in the same upside-down sprawl Feral was in a moment ago. The Milk Chocolate Mauler launches herself top Feral, looping her arms around The Wild One’s kicking legs and teasing Feral’s kitty with her chin. From there, Onika basically uses Feral as a protesting couch cushion, play-grinding and bouncing on her face. "Let me know if you need to take a second." Cassva teases as her hips oscilate.



Across the room, Cassandra tries to subdue the bigger blonde the only way she knows how - through violence. She buries fist after fist deep into Savage’s tummy, leading to the Blonde Bomber gasping for air and doubled over. “Sorry it’s gotta be this way, Sugar,” the Nebraskan brunette says apologetically, “Fact is, I really like you, both of you...Cassava too...And if this were anything else, I’d love nothing more than for the four of us to get ta know each other a little...heh, deeper, if you get my drift.” Beckett keeps the amazonian blonde bent over with some forearm smashes to her back, “ But since this is an official match and all, all I know how to do is fi-grrk!!” Her monologue is cut off by Savage’s hand shooting out and catching the former Queen Bitch around the throat.



“That a fact?” Savage snarls, “Well, that’s a shame, ‘cause I really like the both of you too. But since all you know how to do is fight…” The Blonde Bomber releases the goozle and moves like a lightweight, darting around Beckett to grab her in a rear waistlock, “...I can accommodate you there, too!” With that, she effortlessly lifts Cassandra up and hurls her backwards, crashing into the back of a sofa with a gnarly-looking German suplex!



Suffering under a bombardment of booty, Feral quickly understands the truth of Savage's words when they were preparing for this: This is NOT like other matches...If she's gonna survive long enough for all of them to really have some fun, she's gonna have to get down and dirty along with them.



Feral's arm slaps at Cassava's thick thighs as she tries to free herself, and the Kylie Corps soldier changes up her rhythm to match while working at one of Feral’s leg garters, placing the odd kiss or two along the biker’s flailing leg as she does.



Cassava plays with a garter as she applies some TLC, "These are uber sexy, If I rip anything, I promise to replace it."



Knowing that force is neither going to be effective nor the route she wants to take, Feral tries something different, sticking her tongue out and meeting the crotch of Cassava's panties as she grinds on her face.



"Wooo! You're learning!" Cassava chirps happily. She forces her weight down a moment before lifting off her biker seat while tickling gently down Feral's leg to her breast.



Feral purrs, "Mmmm! I've got a couple'a good teachers!" Finally getting a grip on her surroundings, Feral does a backflip off the couch backing The Superfan away with a little butt-bump into Cassava's midsection. "I'm just getting you warmed up sweet thang! Savage wants you, and wants you bad!" she winks and pushes Cassava up against the wall, working her knee against Cassava's crotch while kissing her and feeling up her boobs



"Mmmgh! rough yet considerate, very nice!" Cassava evaluated between kisses, arching to get more of her large yet often overlooked breasts into Feral's hands. Worming an ankle between her opponent's, Cassava hugs Feral close and quickly spins, switching positions and forcing Feral against the wall kissing her hard with just a hint of tongue. Feral's tongue flicks against the tip of Onika's as she works to free one of the BMD’s luscious breasts from their lacy prison.



"Goddamn! You are one fine piece of ass! That Beckett bitch is one lucky woman!"



"Same to you sweet thing, Savage must thank god every day" Cassava caresses Feral's smooth stomach while working a garter loose. Feral smirks and leans over to suckle on Cassava's breast, swirling her tongue around the nipple



Cassava bites back a moan, "Mmm. Let's show those two some Black girl magic. Try not to bite your tongue." Feral pops her lips off Onika's breast and looks up at her confused, "huh?" Cassava clinches with the Punk Princess and again and sends Feral overhead with another belly to belly, this time the biker lands perfectly on a fainting couch. A little winded and dizzy, but comparatively painless.



Feral shakes her head back and forth wondering if she’s been thrown into the next building. *Ooof! Thanks for the soft landing this time!"



"Of course" Onika runs up, jumps and spins the air in the air with a wide split, landing cheeks first on Feral's chest!



BOMBS AWAY (Hip attack 50)

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A violent shudder runs through Feral’s body "Aaaargh!! Shit!! Grrrrr...." She plants her hands on Cassava's rump and uses it as a stress ball. "Good thing I know going through all this is gonna be worth it...mmmm...for both of us!" Cassava leans forward kissing and nibbling Feral's lower body, only teasing Feral's Holyland. getting Feral hot and distracted while Cassava finally gets the garter free "Remind me to invite you guys onto my show, make for a fun episode, I could learn to ride a real motorbike or something."



Feral’s starting to breathe heavily and a flush is starting to rise in her face "Ohhh, baby! Anytime you wanna see us, you let us know! I gotta feeling after tonight, you have a couple'a friends for life!"



"That's good to hear," Cassava leans back while pulling up Feral's legs, smothering her under rump roast while tying the road warrior’s big toes together with the purloined garter. She gives Feral nose a few pinches without her hands as she licks up and down her stems.



"H-he-mmmmmffff!!" Even while concerned about her current circumstance, Feral slides her hands up to cup and squeeze Cassava's melons. The ASSassin smiles, "glad the girls are getting some attention, they were getting jealous" After giving her opponent a teasing swat between the legs she gets off and pulls Feral to a standing position and darts back, smiling cheekily. Feral tries to take a step toward her, but she stumbles, not noticing in all the action. that Cassava tied her toes together.



Cassava catches her before she falls and cinches in a firm but not painful waistlock. Lightly kissing and nuzzling the nape of Feral's neck Cassava explains, "sorry about the bridesmaid knot, I've done a lot of training for this scenario, I'm excited to use it" she lightly rubs her breasts into feral's back.





"Mmmm! Ohhh, it's okay as long as you keep doing that and more, bootylicious! Whattaya say we drop the fighting bullshit and get down to business?



Cassava suckles at Feral's neck while checking on Beckett and Savage brawling with her peripheral vision, "Let's take this to the bedroom."



The penthouse prodigy picks up Feral Bridal style and takes her to the bed, kissing her along the way. Feral giggles at being carried, kissing her back "I usually don't let nobody but Savage do this, but seeing as how you've made it so I can't walk..."



"Sorry about that, this scenario I usually don't like the person as much, I'll untie you in a bit, Unless you don't want me to..." Cassava sets her gently on top of the blanket



"Ohh, I wanna be able to crawl all over your sexy body, baby...Come get some sugar..."



Turned inside out by Savage’s devastating Suplex, Beckett screams out in pain as she crumples to the floor, but the blonde biker doesn’t give her any time to gather herself, as the big bruiser pounces on top of her and suffering a wardrobe malfunction in the process, one boob falling out of her bra in the scrum. Ignoring this for the moment, Savage begins to rain down heavy fists deep into Cassandra’s sculpted abs. After her fourth such blow, the biker takes a moment to stuff her oversized breast back in its cup. That done, she drags a groaning Cassandra up to standing, only to send her crashing back down across the back of an adjacent sofa, lifting her up, then back down with a Ron Simmons-esque Spinebuster!



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Cassandra again screams in agony upon impact, but Savage is relentless, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up to all fours. “Sorry, babe, but we wanna win too! C’mon, let’s go…” She drags Cassandra with her, dog-walking the Nebraskan Terror down the hallway by the hair.



Back in the bedroom, Cassava pounces on Feral, hands travelling up and down kissing everywhere she can, a strangely amicable sight for what's supposed to be a catfighting match. Feral does likewise, her hands firmly planted on Cassava's generous backside. A few feet away Savage lands a move on Beckett and is starting to steamroll the phoenix native, Cassava breaks the kiss to check.



"You two startin' without us?"



Savage is already topless, grinning at Cassava.



"Looks like your bae is beating my bae, back in a sec," Cassava grabs the blanket from either side and traps Feral in a tight swaddle. Wrapped like the safest baby in the world, Feral kicked and squirmed wildly and fruitlessly, rendered helpless with a few tugs of cloth.



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"He-HEY!! WHAT THE FUCK??!!" Savage makes a "come here" gesture with her finger, licking her lips in anticipation.



"Come here, you..." Onika says playfully, jumping off the mattress and turning in mid-air, looking to take her down with a headscissors into a reverse schoolgirl. Savage's power halts Onika's powerful thighs, and she pulls her up in a powerbomb position "Feral don't understand what a match like this is about, sexy cheeks...but I do!" With that, she works Cassava's panties aside with her mouth and begins eating her out, her tongue darting in and out of her womanhood.



"Hheeyy-woaaaAiee!" Cassava's trapped on the powerful woman's shoulders. Reduced to flailing by her skilled tongue

Cassava tries to reach for a near hanging chandelier on pure instinct



Feral, seeing her girl work, somehow hops her way off the bed so Savage can finish her carnal powerbomb onto the bed, continuing to pleasure Cassava after the bouncing impact. She switches tactics after a few more licks, cupping one of her large breasts and rubbing it vigorously against her labia, making sure of copious amounts of contact between her nipple and Onika's clit.



Cassava feels like she’s strapped to the front of a roller coaster and loving it, "GGAH! HOHO! MMMGH! YOU'RE GOOD AT THIS!”



Unattended for the moment Feral figures out how to loosen her wrap from the fall and has worked her arms free, with several yanks she works the blanket down her body. Nearly free, Feral calls out to on edge Onika determined to be the one give the bottle blonde the final push to ecstasy, "Baby, you don't know the half of it!" She purrs "You wanna find out? 'Cause I sure wanna show you..." Feral gets herself the rest of the way free and joins her girlfriend and prospective lover on the bed, looking to double team the Penthouse Savant





Feral sidles to Cassava's other side, mouthing her free breast and sneaking a hand down to assist Savage with Onika's flower. Jokingly commenting.

"never seen this kind of oreo before."



Feral kisses Onika wildly while her questing fingers intrude her nether regions. Savage meanwhile, hops up on the bed and mounts the Milk Chocolate Mauler, "Looks like she's ready for ya, babe," Feral grins. Beckett has recovered unbeknownst to the three and is just watching events unfold with a grin on her face, really not caring about who “wins” at this point.



"Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts" Cassava mutters, not wanting to end the match yet, images of Cynthia Mitchell and Bethany Christian eating cold noodles with their bare hands run through her mind, tempering the forest fire The Wild Ones are creating.



Savage throws one of Cassava's legs over her shoulder and then proceeds to slowly begin tribbing with her, grinding her hips, rubbing her flower achingly slowly against hers, meanwhile Feral resumes sucking and licking Cassava's tits while her fingers still do extra work for her soulmate.



"Alright, you, that's enough of that!" Beckett finally steps in and pries Feral off of Cassava to Feral's whining protests, lifting her up and depositing her in a nearby chair "I think you and me have some business, hot stuff!"



"Looks like it's just you and me Sheena"



Cassava had taken the slipcase off a pillow during Beckett’s distraction, with each thrust from the blond she thrusts back while twisting the wide cloth to a rope under the covers.



Feral smirks up at her "Oh, yeah? You gonna fuck me, bitch?" she taunts her playfully, leading to a slap from Beckett "That's QUEEN Bitch, slut! And hell yeah, I'm gonna fuck the shit outta your punk ass!"



Feral cackles at Cassie's reply "Now THAT'S more like it! You better fuck me good, you redneck whore!"



"Sheena, huh? Well...I sure do seem to be the queen here! I don't think you mind it either, do ya, Cassava?" she leans down to lick Cassava's neck and kiss her passionately, unlike Feral's sloppy kisses, Savage's have a tinge of love in them. Cassava enjoyed Feral's technique, but Savage is sweet too, sneaking a look to check that Savage was properly distracted, Cassava slips the pillowcase under an arm and over her shoulder to pull Savage aside and under.



"WHOA!!” Savage yelps as she finds herself thrown underneath her paramour, “Damn...you are a sneaky bitch, aren't you?"



"Only when etiquette allows it,” Onika answers with a giggle, “I'm not cheater, just creative." She slips the cloth around savages eyes and kisses down from her cheek, down her neck, to her breasts. "I'd throw out some bike-related riding puns, but I'd imagine you'd heard ‘em all.” she quips as she lavishes attention on the statuesque blonde’s sensitive bits.



"Don't matter none, baby,” Savage answers with a soft moan, “I don't give a shit about winning this match...I just want you, Cassava...Have since our oil match...Just make love to me, and let me make love to you!" she pleads with her friendly opponent.



"Kinda hoping we'd end up this way to be honest,” Cassava answers with a twinkle in her eye, “you girls seem fun, and it's not like there's a title on the line."



Savage nods biting her lower lip "And let's be honest...this is what the horndogs wanna see anyway..."



Onika slowly drags her fingers down Savage's body to her nethers and teases slowly and adds, "Old school Fawn brings the big bucks."





Savage throws her head back and squeezes her breast, moaning softly "Yeeeessssss..."



Cassava wraps her lips around Savage's on-button and spells the names of FAWN’s world champions in chronological order. She would explain that Shea London's name has been clinically proven to be a great eating-out technique but she doesn’t talk with her mouth full. It’s unlikely her explanation would be heard anyway, as Savage squeals and writhes at Cassava's expert ministrations, having been reduced (and willingly so) to a quivering mass of flesh



Meanwhile, the Atomic Redneck has kept herself busy trying to tame the wilder half of the Wild Ones, tribbing the petite Punk Princess roughly, one arm wrapped around Feral’s stem, holding it aloft in the air, and the other alternating between slapping her small breasts and pulling and twisting harshly on her nipples. “Yeah, you like it like this, don’t you, , bitch?” Cassandra taunts her, in between grunts and moans, “Is this how that Savage babe gives it to you, honey?” she asks and then kisses and licks the leg she’s holding aloft.



For her part, Feral doesn’t give an inch to her dance partner, grinding back on Cassandra, matching the brunette’s aggression, stroke for stroke. “Ya damn right she does!” she answers, reaching up to cup Cassandra’s chin, “But she’d have me screaming her name by now, you dirty redneck!” she then slaps Cassandra in the face, a lewd grin on her face, “So you gonna fuck me, or what? Or is this the best ya got?”



Cassandra grins down at the petite girl, “See, I knew I liked you!” With that, she returned the slap and flipped Feral over and bent her over the loveseat. Gripping her hips, Beckett then began to dry hump (although, between the sweat and...other fluids…”dry” is a bit of a misnomer) her thrusting into her fast and hard, their bodies slapping together with sensual violence. Abandoning her grip on Feral’s hips, Cassandra grabbed her by her pink pigtails and pulled back hard. “Nice of ya to give me some handlebars, babe,” she growled as she kissed and nibbled on her neck.



“Ahhh, FUCK!!” Feral cries out as Beckett kicks it into overdrive, “Shit, that’s more like it!” Upon having her pigtails yanked, she lets out a brief yelp, then answers Cassandra’s quip with one of her own, “Gotta stay on brand, right? Now shut up and fuck me like the dirty bitch you are!”



Cassandra didn’t let on, but she was incredibly turned on by Feral’s aggression, despite her being on the bottom. Jesus, I can’t wait to see what she’s like on top! she muses as she slaps Feral’s juicy cheeks with one hand, growling in her ear, “Mouthy little slut, aren’t you?” She then nibbles on her earlobe as she finds the next gear, pounding the Punk Princess with furious, almost malicious, intensity.



Feral howls in ecstasy, scrabbling at the loveseat cushion, reaching, flailing for the far arm as she backs her sidecar up into Beckett, matching each forward thrust with a backwards one of her own, their rhythm matching each other almost hypnotically until finally, the Queen of the Steel Jungle can’t hold back any longer. Cassandra smirks as she feels Feral’s body stiffen, a telltale sign of her approaching climax. A few more nasty thrusts push the biker over the edge as she lets out a guttural groan that builds to an orgasmic screaming of Beckett’s name, signalling the end of the “match”.



DING!DING!DING!



Cassava takes Savage from behind the knees and places her legs on her shoulders as she hears a bell through the PA system, "Whoa, did someone win?" she wonders aloud as she blinks in reaction to the sound.



"Don't know, don't care…” Savage answers glibly, holding her hands out to her crush, “Come finish what you started, honey..."



Cassava hugs Savage around the middle resting a cheek on her mons pubis "Same with us, you guys are cool. We're like two sitcoms on the same network having a cross over"



Savage chuckles at that "Damn, when you say it, that actually sounds cool! Ohhhhh, SHIT!! Right there, baby!"



Cassava changes her hug to a move taught her by her penthouse teacher that she referred to as the slow hydra, due to several fingers occupying the same space moving in different directions, "Let’s meet up after this get some food or something."



"Ohhhh, god! Fuck yes!! Ohhhh, Cassava...sweetie, The way I'm feeling right now, I don't wanna leave your side! Besides, you and Cassandra gotta give us the chance to return the favor!"



Cassava keeps her eyes on her work concentrating on taking Savage to the edge but lays some feelers for another “fight”.



"If you like that move wait till I show you something called the Shea London special, I would need a Shea London bobblehead and batteries so I'll need a day."



She grins "I'll hold you to that, Cassava..." she pulls her up over her and holds her close in a tight embrace.



"But for now...I just wanna hold you"

Cassava nestles into the embrace, completely at ease with the woman was technically her opponent.At that point, Beckett and Feral climb into bed and join them for a post-match cuddle, Cassava reaches over to hold Beckett’s hand, subtly checking in with her



Beck squeezes her hand and kisses it "You know I love you, Cassava...But I really like these two..."



"I do too, They're like the green arrow and speedy to our blue beetle and booster gold"



Beckett chuckles "You're such a dork!"



"Well batman's emotionally unavailable, it would be a bad comparison-I'm a batman fan but it's a reoccurring problem"



Feral chuckles "Totally a dork, but it's cute. Hottest damn dork I've ever met!" Beckett nods "Amen!"



"heheh"



They lay in the afterglow for a bit, satisfied with the battle, victory, or just good sex. After a few minutes of peacefully silent cuddling a knocking against the doorjamb breaks the tag teams out of their bliss. One of the backstage attendants pokes his head through the doorway with one hand on his headset.



"Hey, uhhh Bethany wants you guys to clear out."



Not moving the slightest inch, Onika lazily answers without looking at him, "Bethany can suck it. All of our its."



Frenemies With Benefits defeat The Wild Ones in The Penthouse