The deal
by
Joebur68

What had started as a typical job was taking a serious, rather uncomfortable turn. Suzi been told by the agency that a client had requested an escort to meet at one of the penthouse suites on the main strip. He'd asked that the escort wear a bikini under a trench coat (so far, so standard) and to be open minded (again - in this profession, you couldn't really be anything else). Having dodged her way through the always busy Vegas streets, paid off the concierge to allow her unfettered access to the hotel and knocked on the door of the suite, she'd been let in to a typical tasteless LV hotel room. Mirrors covered all the walls and the ceiling and there were mats on the floor. The client, who didn't divulge his name, introduced Suzi to another escort, Jazz, and explained that he wanted them to wrestle for him. Suzi had no experience of this but...a gig was a gig. The two escorts shared a quick glance, a mutual shrug and a smile. Give him what he wanted and take the cash. Same old, same old. Both slipped off their stifling coats. Suzi couldn't help but see the similarities between them. Obviously he'd asked for a certain type. Both women were curvaceous- large breasts, slight tummies and wide hips. Even the hair was similar- shoulder length but , whereas she was brunette, her opponent had raven black tresses. Both bikinis were a little small on each woman, barely restraining the flesh beneath. Suzi's powder blue accentuated her tan whereas Jazz opted for a black, flimsy garment that gave her skin a porcelain sheen. Having kicked off their shoes they had circled each other, giggling and pawing half-heartedly before holding onto the others shoulders and pushing and pulling. After a couple of minutes of this, the client had asked them to stop and directed them to separate rooms. Suzi didn't question why- just another part of the pretence. Perched on the bed, she waited. Sure enough, in he came and then it started to turn from a typical booking. Taking a packed envelope from a drawer by the bed, he told her this was an extra five hundred dollars. If she wanted it, all she had to do was be more aggressive. When Suzi quizzed him, he'd snapped at her that he wanted more realism, more energy, more pain! Seeing that she was baulking at this idea, he'd then threatened to go to Jazz and make her the same offer. This was clearly going to be a one-sided affair. Eyeing the envelope, Suzi nodded. She needed the money and it wasn't as if she knew the other girl. All she asked was ten minutes for some quick research. As he left the room, she googled catfight and started scrolling through the videos offered. A bang on the door told her it was time. Returning to the main room, she found her opponent already there, still smiling. Was she really in the dark or just trying to play possum? As the client sat down, he bid them to start. Again they circled but, as Jazz reached forward, Suzi struck. Dropping to one knee, she ducked under the outstretched arms and planted a solid fist into her opponent's soft belly. Winded and clearly shocked, Jazz crumpled to her knees, a look of disbelief making Suzi momentarily pause. “What the fuck? You fucking bitch!" gasped Jazz, clutching her stomach. Gritting her teeth and breathing deeply, Suzi banished her qualms. Jazz's words had stung. Quickly, she stepped behind the fallen woman, wrapped her right arm around her throat and leaned her weight onto Jazz's back and neck. Desperately, Jazz clawed at the arm, gasping as her air supply was cut off. Leaning further in, Suzi glanced at the mirrors surrounding them. Jazz was definitely flagging, her struggles already weakening. She could also see the client was clearly more engaged- sat on the edge of the armchair, filming everything on his phone. Time to switch tactics. Suzi released the choke hold and, as Jazz took in a whooping breath, pushed her right knee into the gasping woman's back. " Aaargggh! You bitch! You're fucking dead, you cunt!" screeched the incensed victim, instinctively arching away from the sharp pain between her shoulders and flinging her arms backwards, as Suzi had hoped. Grabbing the raven haired woman's wrists, Suzi pushed the knee deeper and wrenched the arms back. This elicited a sharp gasp from Jazz whose sizeable breasts were now thrust forward, barely kept in check by the thin ebony triangles of her bikini. Time to shift up another gear. Suzi had loved the move she was about to try when she'd seen it online. Apparently, it was a dragon sleeper. Releasing Jazz's right wrist, Suzi grabbed a handful of the already sweat drenched hair of her increasingly helpless victim and pulled the head backwards so that Jazz was now looking up at her. The rage was still evident in her dark eyes but now mixed with a plea for clemency. Suzi couldn't relent. Again, she wrapped her right arm around Jazz's throat but her tricep this time. Jazz's head was effectively under Suzi's armpit and, with the knee braced deeper, her whole torso arched towards the ceiling. Grimly, Suzi began to squeeze. Jazz's arms were flailing trying to gain purchase in Suzi's hair but a quick shake of the head foiled that attempt at respite. Again, Suzi couldn't resist a glance at the mirror. The arch of Jazz's body meant her breasts were now at the zenith of her reflection. A little glimmer of sadism crept into Suzi's game plan. Reaching her left arm under Jazz's back, she found the bikini string and pulled. The knot unravelled and the top fell away.  “Bitch!" came the muffled protest from beneath her arm. Suzi couldn't help but admire the view. Beautifully natural tits (unusual in this line of work) topped by pink and very perky nipples. "I think you're actually enjoying this!" laughed Suzi, for the first time using the verbal sparring that had been a part of the clips she'd watched. "Fuck you! I'm gonna.. huhhhh " began her enraged opponent before being cut off as Suzi changed tact again. She had reached forward and clutched the exposed right breast. The sweat soaked flesh was warm and soft as she kneaded and squeezed before tweaking the nipple. Pulling Jazz closer to her, Suzi dropped her knee from the woman's back, shifted her position and wrapped her legs around her opponent's waist. At the feel of the fleshy thighs just below her ribs, Jazz must have known what was coming." No please...." Ignoring her, Suzi crossed her ankles, straightened her legs and tensed them. For the first time since the restart, Jazz let out a proper cry of pain. Again, Suzi pushed her legs together, feeling the other woman being crushed between her thighs. The hours of squats and leg curls at the gym were really paying off and Suzi loved the curve of her upper leg as it exerted even more pressure, the skin bulging slightly on either side of the thin straps of her briefs. Swiftly, Suzi released the sleeper hold but allowed Jazz to time to recover- scooping up the raven haired girls arms into a classic full nelson. Suzi now torqued up the pressure even more- lying back onto the floor, dragging Jazz flat on top of her. Again, Suzi began to squeeze her thighs but now with the add extra discomfort of pushing down on the woman’s neck while simultaneously crushing her should blades together. Lying on her back, Suzi was able to fully observe Jazz’s plight in the mirrored ceiling. The sweat soaked pale skin was shimmering in the stark white light of the room, the skin of tummy held taut as her legs and arms were stretched simultaneously in different directions. Her face was partly obscured by strands of her dark hair plastered across but Suzi could see enough to recognise the rictus grimace of pain.Now- the coup d'grace. Releasing the hold, Suzi pushed Jazz off of her. Exhausted, the woman could only collapse on her back, gasping and moaning. In one deft movement, Suzi slithered on top of her, their sweat-slick bodies almost making her slide off. She was facing down Jazz's body with her thighs either side of Jazz's head. Reaching behind, she again grabbed a handful of hair and lifted. " No...no..." The cries were feeble, pitiful but Suzi was now enjoying herself. Again, she locked her ankles and squeezed. The perfect reverse headscissors. Jazz's leg began to kick and thrash but surely she had to know it was over? Again, Suzi squeezed then gasped herself. The ragged breaths of Jazz were flooding her pussy- a warm, tingling sensation. Gorgeous! Straightening her arms, Suzi held a pseudo sphinx pose, her eyes semi closed in bliss.  Opening them again, she gazed at herself in the mirror. This was the first real look she'd had of herself since this all began and, she had to admit it, she looked good. Her skin was flushed and shone with perspiration, her breasts were full, engorged and desperate to be released. She glanced at the client, who'd she'd almost forgotten was there. He was taking deep, panting breaths, camera in one hand, his other inside his unzipped pants. Might as well give him the full show. She teasingly reached for the string at the front of her top and tugged. Her large, rose-blushed breast were free! As another gasp from Jazz made her shudder, Suzi ran her hand across her tits, the dark brown nipples fully erect as she circled them with her index finger. This was lovely. .too lovely. Be professional. Finish the job! But first.  A little insult to injury. Reaching forwards, Suzi tiptoed her fingers towards Jazz's bikini bottoms. As her fingers alighted across the top of the triangle, the slight springiness below was indicative of the woman's personal grooming preference. Her fingers walked further down the material. It was sodden with not only sweat. She obviously had enjoyed this, the little masochist! Beneath the thin fabric, her aroused labia were clearly tangible and, as Suzi's fingertip brushed over them, another quiet, defeated moan emanated from behind her. Taking a second to regain her composure, Suzi pushed herself upright, unlocking her ankles and bending her knees. She couldn't resist. Planting her large, very hot and, probably, quite fragrant ass onto Jazz's face, she wriggled and twerked. Her opponent was too shattered to offer either physical or verbal resistance. Satisfied, Suzi climbed off, knelt by the woman and gently slapped her cheeks. A groan and turn away assured her that Jazz was fundamentally ok so she turned her attention to the client. He was slumped in his chair, the phone still pointing at her, his flaccid cock lying on his fly, a small gathering of scrunched tissues by his feet. At that moment, Suzi realised what she had allowed herself to be convinced to do. She felt revolted at him. Pushing open the door to the room where she'd been made the offer, she grabbed her coat, buckled around herself, picked up her shoes and walked up to him, hand outstretched. Smiling in his post-ejaculation haze, he handed her the envelope.  He went to speak but she pointed at him angrily" Don't..  just... don't..". Turning away, she cast a last glance at Jazz, who was slowly pushing herself onto her elbow while tentatively rubbing her neck. Suzi wanted to apologise, to check if there was anything she could do but she knew she couldn't. This was the life she'd chosen. They'd both chosen. You just had to live with it. She exited the suite, slamming the door behind her.