You look up at the door in front of you: it's pretty plain and unassuming, though a small label above your head reads "Yasmine Bishara 'The Belly Dancer.'" Hmm, interesting. You knocked against the door, hoping you'd be able to make a good first impression with this wrestler, and maybe if you were lucky and she was nice, get her to agree to take it easy on you due to your handicapped size. You took a moment to straighten your T-shirt and shorts, which hung over your wrestling briefs. It hadn't been more than a few seconds after knocking that the door swung open, slowly and noiselessly, and you felt a gust of warmth and sweet smells (was that incense?) washing over you. You looked up and saw a woman standing in the doorway, gracefully leaning against the doorframe. Your polite smile faltered for a moment as you did a double take; this woman's legs were loooong. So long, in fact, that for a second you wondered if the serum had somehow made you smaller without you noticing, as it felt like your eye-level barely came above this woman's oh so wide hips. The soft and darkly-skinned woman was wearing simple flats, on the end of what felt like miles of muscular calf and thigh. A very tight open-legged skirt covered one of the woman's long legs, while the other was almost completely revealed. You wondered if there was some kind of optical illusion that made her legs look longer and her hips bigger than they should have.
Suddenly, you realized you had been staring at her legs. You tore your eyes upwards, trying to hide your astonishment as you saw the woman's bare and very smooth stomach displayed between her skirt and a white skin-tight blouse that seemed to be made for a woman with a much more 'modestly' sized chest. This woman, who you presumed was Yasmine, was staring at you with great intensity. You blushed when you realized that she had been looking you up and down as well, with a flicker of a smile appearing in one corner of her very thick, red lips. You took a moment to soak in her beauty; she had a soft face, that seemed nearly perfect to you, with darkly shadowed eyes and long eyelashes that only added to the intensity of her stare. She couldn't have been any older than you; her waist and shoulders were so slender and her face so cute, yet (no thanks to Touko's bullshit serum) she was a good deal taller, and her hips were still almost unbelievable to you. Her gaze finally rose, and you locked eyes with her. She stared at you with such an intensity that you almost felt terrified in her presence. Feeling a bit embarrassed at how obviously you had been elevator eyeing her, you gulped and tried to break the ice, "Well, I must say that I feel very underdressed, compared to you."
The girl frowned for just a moment, as if in confusion, before her icy expression melted as she giggled, covering her mouth with one hand. She actually giggled so hard that her long braid of black hair draped over her shoulder, until she flicked it back behind her. You sighed with relief; you hadn't noticed until now, but when this girl had been focusing on you it felt an incredible pressure, almost as if you were transfixed by her stare, that immediately gave way as she laughed. You smiled, and introduced yourself, "Hello, Miss Bishara. I'm Tom. Uh, I'm new to the league, and Miss Hizuki said I should get to know my first opponent, which it turns out is you."
The beautiful girl stuck a hand out delicately, still betraying a lingering smirk, and simply said, in a voice that almost made you melt, "You can call me Yasmine." You took a deep breath, trying to ignore the almost lusting look that Yasmine seemed to be giving you, and delicately gave her hand a squeeze. You stammered, "That's... that's gorgeous name." Yasmine shifted slightly, turning to the side, and even though you didn't dare break eye contact, as she continued to study you attentively, it seemed like she had positioned herself in a way that showed off every curve of her body. Yasmine lightly settled her breathtakingly massive rear end against the door frame as she said rather deadpan, "I hope that's not the only thing gorgeous about me..." This time it was your turn to be surprised. You blushed and gulped air, which only seemed to amuse the girl, as she once again giggled cutely and suddenly sashayed towards you. "Won't you come inside, Tommy?"
Without even bothering to let you respond, Yasmine snaked an arm around your back and squeezed your shoulder lightly. Before you even knew what was happening, she had ushered you past her and into her room, which was surprisingly dark. Only some lamps and candles illuminated the cozy changing room, giving it an almost intimate appearance. You were still taking in all the sights and smells (which you now knew was definitely incense and perfume of some kind) when Yasmine, who had already closed the door and somehow gotten around to your other side, began guiding you forwards, using her gentle touch to steer you into the center of the room. You looked towards Yasmine and blushed when you realized that she was walking so close behind you that her tight blouse was nearly brushing against your face. You tried to politely look away, until you felt her hand slide up your neck and ever so lightly push you back towards her, as if urging you to keep looking.
You were about to ask something when she brought you around to a large, fairly ornate looking chair, that was covered in cushions and pillows. Without Yasmine saying a word you felt like she wanted you to sit, so you did. Yasmine traced her fingers across your shoulders and down one arm as she stepped around in front of you, elegantly sliding an ottoman over near your chair with one long leg as she did so, and moved to sit. You suddenly realized you had sat in what was clearly a chair meant for her, "Wait, uh, Miss Bisha- uhm, Yasmine, did I steal your seat? I'm sorry, I-" Yasmine cut you off with a gentle smile, "Don't worry. I can always come over there and share the seat, if I want." You gawped, again caught off guard by her flirting, and tried not to think about how much you wished that she would do exactly that. As she moved to sit, she creased her skirt and lightly gyrated her hips, drawing your attention towards her. You were still watching as her massive round ass settled onto the ottoman, when you realized that Yasmine had been watching you intently the whole time. You gulped: she was sitting so close that your staring couldn't be anything but obvious, but noticed that she not only didn't seem bothered by it, but that she even smiled just a bit as she saw you trying to regain your focus. Had she meant to get your attention?
Trying to keep the conversation light and somewhat professional, you said, "I, uh, must admit that you aren't dressed quite like I would have expected a belly dancer to dress." Yasmine looked coy for a moment, "Well, I have to be careful what I wear outside of the ring." You didn't quite understand, though before you could ask Yasmine, as if reading your mind, continued to elaborate. She ran her hands up her legs and around to her backside, giving it a light squeeze, and then up to her narrow waist. Your mouth was almost hanging open as Yasmine explained, with a certain smugness in her voice, "If I'm not careful, other people can get distracted." She emphasized this by running her hands up her slender body, before very lightly cupping her breasts, then letting them bounce back into place as her hands continued up her own neck and to her hair, which she began playing with. Without even thinking, you blurt, "I can see why." before you snap your mouth shut, immediately hating yourself for saying something so stupid.
Yasmine seemed to grin at your response, as she slowly crossed her legs and leaned towards you, resting a hand on one of your arms. You tried to ignore that the way her gigantic breasts wobbled together inside her blouse, right in front of your face, as they pressed against her arm while she came closer. The girl held your gaze for a second, giving you a moment to bask in her beauty. You felt like you wanted to just stare into her eyes forever, as if you were almost hypnotized. Yasmine slowly wet her lips with her tongue, far more seductively than you thought was necessary. Yasmine watched you glancing down at her lips uncomfortably, and then softly asked...
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