Masked

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Masked
By A.J. Brown

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Evan O’Connor had been drifting into sleep as he looked at his phone. Then he saw those words pop up as he was scrolling down Facebook on his phone: ‘NBA to suspend season.’

Suddenly wide awake, he clicked on the article and sat up. A player on the Utah Jazz had tested positive for COVID-19 and the NBA was going to suspend the season indefinitely.

He had been taking the Coronavirus about as seriously as he had taken West Nile, The Swine Flu and all of the other various illnesses throughout the years that the drama-lovers loved to spread fear about. He still had no fear of himself getting sick but he had never seen a sports season get suspended for any other reason than a player strike. All of the hysteria he had heard about things shutting down might actually have some merit.

**

‘Enjoy the Silence’ by Depeche Mode played on the 90’s on 9 channel as Evan drove into work. He was already over his surprise about the NBA season being suspended. Just more drama, he assumed. How many players had been ‘suspended’ in the past only to be back long before they were expected to be? Within a few days, the NBA would realize how much money they were losing with no games and it would be back up and running like normal. It would be an interesting point of conversation around the coffee maker, though.

He pulled into the parking lot of his work and noticed far less cars here than usual. There were over 250 people that worked at this location alone and the lot looked up two thirds as filled up as it normally was. Were all of those people calling in sick? That was Corporate America, half of the employees milking whatever they could to get paid for not working while the harder workers like him never getting any recognition for carrying the rest of them.

Inside the building, the people that were there seemed happy enough, smiles on their faces, and talking to the same people they normally talked to. Only two girls in their mid-twenties were in the kitchen chatting when he went to get his coffee and they weren’t talking about the NBA.

“My flight leaves at six a.m. on Friday,” the girl with the glasses who always wore tight shirts that showed off her large breasts said. “If the flights end up being canceled I’ll get my plane ticket refunded but I guarantee my hotel that I booked for ten days is going to be like ‘oh well, you’re out of luck.”
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“I just wonder how much longer it’s going to be before they send us home,” the girl talking to her with the curly hair and the glasses said. Dave got a text message last night that they were all to work from home until further notice.”

Evan finished pouring his coffee and he stopped eavesdropping. There wasn’t a chance this place was going to be sending anyone home and he had to bite his tongue to keep himself from interrupting the conversation of the two girls he didn’t know to say that. Why couldn’t he work at a company like that Dave guy worked at? He always got stuck at the place that had the hardest work.

Sitting at his desk with his computer loaded up, he started his day normally. The stock market was obviously bad and he was going to have to spend the majority of his day yielding calls from panicked customers that he’d have to recite scripted responses to until he finally told them that if they had any further questions they would have to call their advisor. His first email was just a normal email from a client who needed some help logging into the website to access their account. Just another boring day in his world.

“Evan, what are you doing?”

He looked up to see Janice Knapp who he knew was just 4 days older than him, walking by his desk, her laptop case over her shoulder, and a box full of various office supplies in the other. She had the look of someone getting canned, carrying all of their stuff, but she wouldn’t have all of the office supplies if that were the case.

“What?” he said.

“They’re sending us home. Didn’t you check your email?”

One email at a time was his rule of thumb. Even an urgent looking subject line like ‘All Employees are to Begin Working from Home Immediately’ couldn’t have taken his attention from his normal routine. When he exited the email he was in and went back to his Outlook inbox, that was exactly the email he saw right at the top. He opened it up, just doing a quick skim of it, already knowing the gist of what it said.

He stood up from his cubicle and had been so focused on his work that he hadn’t even realized that people were packing up their things rapidly to get out. He worked off a laptop that he had the ability to take home but never had before. He didn’t like the idea of bringing his work home with him. He worked hard enough when he was in the office, he didn’t need his laptop in his house with him, tempting him to just do one more thing for work before he shut it down.

**

Work had been a pain in the ass that day, the majority of his day spent dealing with technical issues resulting from the transition to working from home and the IT chat line was backed up much more than it usually was. How his employer decided this was a better option than having everyone in the office and taking their chances if they got sick or not, he did not know.

What he did know was that the day had taken a toll on him and he needed to broil himself a nice big strip steak for dinner as opposed to getting creative and making something out of one of the chicken breasts that he had cooked on Sunday. When he pulled in to the parking lot of the grocery store and saw it more packed on a mid-March evening than it was on Christmas Eve he felt annoyed.

Inside the grocery store there were people everywhere and even the pharmacy had a line that stretched well out into the hand soap section. He wanted one damn item but he thought if it was really worth going to get when he looked at the lines. The 7 items or less line had to have close to 20 people in it, half of them clearly having more than 7 items. He hated the idea of using self-checkout but even that had quite the line. Should he just turn around and go make chicken at home? No, he came here to get a steak and he wasn’t going to have that taken away from him because of all of these hoarding idiots. If he had to wait, he would wait.

Back at the meat section he could see from a distance that it was mostly empty and when he got close he saw that anything resembling steak was gone. There were some nasty looking chicken strips but there was more chicken juice surrounding the area then there was actual meat. There was no reason to be buying any meat tonight.

With no intention of waiting in the long lines, he took a stroll around the store just to check things out. The majority of the pasta section was cleaned out with wheat pasta being the only thing there was a fairly good supply of. He saw two regular boxes of regular spaghetti. He prepared to take them when an anxious looking middle-aged woman swooped in and grabbed them before he could even start to make his move. He ended up leaving the store with nothing.

**

Monday evening came around and it was time for Evan to go to the store after staying in all weekend. Seeing how busy it had been on a Wednesday night, he wasn’t going to dare attempt his weekend shopping but now that it was Monday, he had to assume things had settled down, and that he could grocery shop. There was no way it could still be as chaotic there as it had been 5 nights ago.

He walked in the cold towards the automatic doors and when they opened up he saw a woman standing there with curly hair, a burly build, big breasts that stuck out her collared shirt, and she was wearing a mask.

“Mmm-mmm,” she said through the mask, the negative tone in her voice the only reason he could tell that she was telling him no. “You can’t come in here without a mask.”

She reached her hand towards a box that was on a table that had probably four face masks sticking out of it, looking wrinkled, and it looked like multiple people had had their hands in that box. She grabbed an extremely wrinkled one and aggressively put it right up towards his face.

“No thanks,” he said, backing away, thinking the amount of germs on that mask had to be more than any it could possibly prevent from getting in or out of him. “I’ll buy a box for myself in there.”

He started to walk by her and she shoved the mask even closer to his face. He was close to ripping it out of her hand and shoving it in her masked face. “We’re all out and are going to be for a while,” she said, sounding distressed about it. “You can’t go in there without this!”

She continued to hold it in his space, his anger increasing, as he resisted the strong urge to punch her in her masked face. “I’m all set,” he said as he backed away from her and she actually stepped towards him holding it in his face more. “I’ll take my chances without it.”

“Zeke!” she called out.

Over there in no time was a large, round guy who stood at close to 6’4 and had to weigh close to 300 pounds. His mask covered his nose and mouth but Evan could see the anger in his eyes, the guy clearly not messing around. Evan was angry too but the longer this guy stared him down, the more that anger turned into fear.

“You’re not goin’ in the store without a mask on,” Zeke said to him, calmly but sternly.

“There’s no law saying that I need to wear a mask,” Evan said. “You can’t make me wear that.”

“You’re not goin’ in that store without a mask on,” Zeke repeated, his tone and word pace so similar to the previous time that he said it that it sounded like it was a recording coming out of his mouth.

Evan looked at the woman and he could see the pleased look in her eyes. He looked at Zeke one more time then grabbed the mask out of the woman’s hand and put it on his face.

He walked into the store that now had a completely different feel than it had even the last time he was here with everyone panic buying. Although there were less customers here than the previous time, it was still fairly crowded. Every single person in there had a mask on their face as they walked around picking out their groceries. They looked to him like a bunch of rats in a cage, just scurrying around for food, none of them talking to each other, the masks making human interaction less natural, and they were all a few feet apart from each other due to the panic of not getting too close to each other.

Evan made his way towards the back of the store, feeling like one of the rats himself, with his mask on as he weaved through everyone. He needed some meat, they had to have restocked by now, but even if all they had was that nasty chicken, he’d have to live with that. When he got back to the meat section he saw a big sign that read ‘LIMIT ONE PACKAGE OF MEAT PER PERSON – NO EXCEPTIONS”.

First they were forcing him to put this thing on his face and now they were limiting the amount of food he could buy? He had never taking his freedom for granted, always grateful he didn’t live in another time or country where he didn’t have the freedom to do the things he wanted. Now he felt like that was gone and it scared him even more than he ever thought it would.

“Hey!” a guy practically yelled at him as he stepped closer to the meat. Another security guard, this one an older gentlemen, who Evan guessed was close to sixty based on the limited amount of his face he could see, with huge arms, stopped Evan in his tracks. “Six feet apart!”

He pointed to the floor and Evan saw that there were actually circles painted on the ground, six feet apart from each other, leading up to the meat, the circles wide enough for a person to stand in the center of them. He looked back up at the guard, pointing down at the circle, the one that Evan was required to stand in. The rats had to learn to stay in their places.

After impatiently waiting in the line for a few minutes, advancing to the next circle every time someone went up to select their meat, he finally got to go up himself. There was no steak, no ground beef, and this time there wasn’t even any chicken. All that was there was bison meat. Evan had never tried bison meat before and he wasn’t about to now. He walked away to go see what was in the frozen section.

“Hi Evan!” he heard.

He looked over to see her with a button-up white long-sleeved shirt on and he could see her boobs bouncing around on the inside of it like he often did based on the shirts that she wore. That’s the only reason he knew who she was right away as she also had a mask covering the majority of her pretty face. He waved back. Seeing Janice Knapp in public wearing a mask made him realize just how real this was.

**

A week and a half later Evan was sitting on his couch on a Friday night flipping through the channels. He had heard when this first started that all non-essential businesses would be closed – including bars – but he didn’t actually believe that every bar was going to be closed down. He didn’t consider himself one of the regular drunks like the ones who were always at the bar sitting in their same spots every time he went, but he did go out drinking every Friday and Saturday night. Being a 28-year-old single guy, there wasn’t much else for him to do on the weekends, especially if he wanted to have any chance of meeting women.

So it had hit him hard when he went out the previous weekend, driving two his usual spots, the ones that were always lit up on the outside with lights on, on the inside and people in there regardless of what time of day it was and even if it was Christmas. Seeing them dark on the inside and outside without a single vehicle in the parking lots of any of them depressed him a great deal.

Now it was his third straight weekend having to stay in and watch TV by himself and he was really starting to feel miserable. He didn’t even have the desire to break into the case of Budweiser that he had in his refrigerator. He had been drinking a lot the last couple of weeks, even during the week, but it was starting to get old. He was used to going out and drinking by himself but there was something about drinking alone at his apartment that made it an unpleasant experience.

He had been scrolling through Facebook earlier seeing people posting about how this was a good time to spend more time with your family and how that was a better way to spend your time then just ‘b*tching and complaining’ about everything being shut down. If Evan had a beautiful wife to cuddle up with right now he might be able to live with that, but it angered him how insensitive those posts were to single people like him.

It didn’t help that there was nothing on TV either. There was no sports on but there weren’t even any new shows on anymore because all of them had stopped filming. The only thing he could watch that wasn’t old was reporters on CNN blaming republicans for making the pandemic worse by not cooperating and reporters on Fox News saying how the democrats were going to destroy the economy by being overly cautious.

He flipped away from the news stations. A couple of reruns of sitcoms. A documentary about living in Alaska that was about four years old. When he flipped to a sports station and saw Hulk Hogan and Andre the Giant in each other’s faces about something and saw they were showing a WrestleMania from over 30 years ago, he turned it off. He had to get out of this house and he needed company.

**

He turned his Tesla onto Angel Street, barely seeing any other vehicles on the drive here. If there was one place where he’d be able to find people out and where he could find some company it would be Angel Street. The hookers still needed to make a living and most of their cliental probably weren’t too worried about Covid.

He got out of his car on the dark street. Angel Street had a reputation of being dangerous and a place that you didn’t want to be at night but the people that said that had never actually been here before. All you’d find here at this hour was prostitutes and drug dealers but despite the bad rep that it had, most of them were just interested in doing honest business. Pay for what you buy, don’t complain, and you shouldn’t have any troubles down here. If you heard gun shots you just walked in the other direction.

He felt the happiest he had in a couple of weeks as he walked down the street away from his car. Maybe he’d run into Monique. The first time he came to this street, unsure of what to expect, he was driving and he saw the woman walking down the street wearing her white dress which looked even whiter on top of her dark skin. He was checking out her big butt and her big boobs bouncing around in the dress. When he looked up at her face and saw that she was looking at him, his first reaction was that he’d get a dirty look. Instead, she had a look on her face like she had just spotted in old friend. Her white teeth in and that beautiful smile of hers sucked him in. She raised her hand to wave him down and he felt like stopping the car was the obvious option.

He got out, parked, and went over to talk to her. She was a great small-talker and slipped in casually that for two hundred bucks she’d take him to her spot and let him do whatever he wanted for an hour. That deal seemed more than reasonable the way she presented it, even quite enticing, and their first meeting was plenty to make him a regular client of hers.

But now as he walked down the street, his happiness was quickly going away. With no one around at all and a lot of the graffiti and abandoned buildings on this street, for the first time to him, it started feeling like the street that had the kind of reputation it had. The quietness was eerie and he stared to get a feeling he couldn’t shake that at any point a gang was going to pop out of nowhere and mug him.

“Hey man!” he heard a male voice call to him from the darkness that startled him enough to make his whole body shake. He looked to the source of the voice and once he made eye-contact the voice was quick to again say, “Hey!”

He could see the whites of the man’s eyes, and not much else as not only was he wearing a black hoodie but he had a black mask on over his face. What kind of world were they in now where people on Angel Street were wearing masks outdoors? From the little he could see and that he heard of the guy, he guessed him to be only 20-years-old or so. He also had a pretty good feeling that this guy was up to no good.

Evan turned in the other direction and began sprinting to his car. He felt like a coward doing so but he deducted that if the worst case scenario was some stranger thinking that he was a coward, that was more favorable than the possible bad scenarios that could happen if he didn’t run.

“Hey!” the guy yelled at him, and he could hear in his voice that the guy was not pleased to have someone that he was calling running away from him.

Evan was a pretty fast runner anyway and when he was afraid he normally had lightning quickness. But he could hear the guy chasing him and despite how fast Evan was running, he could hear this guy was gaining on him. He felt extremely lucky that he had as much of a head start as he did as he heard the footsteps getting closer and he was also glad that he hadn’t walked too far away from his car.

When he was just a few steps away from the car but he could hear the footsteps getting close as he was quickly starting to tire out, he realized that getting the car unlocked was going to be a problem that could slow him down enough for this guy to catch him. For the first time ever he wished he had one of those car doors that he could just unlock with his hands as long as the keys were in his pocket, that feature that so many people at his work had that he found ridiculous.

He waited until he was right next to his driver’s side door before reaching his hand in his pocket and started fumbling around, his hands shaking, and the keys weren’t coming out as quickly as he had hoped. His chaser was closer now and he resisted the temptation to look up at him, fearing that if he were to see a gun or a knife pointing at him, it would be enough to freeze him in his tracks.

He got the keys out and when he fumbled for the button, he realized he couldn’t think if the top button or the bottom one was unlock. He got a break as he guessed right and he heard the beep of the doors unlocking. He opened the door, jumped in, and slammed the door shut immediately. He felt some relief when he got in the car but then thought it might not be a bad idea to hit the ‘lock’ button on the door that locked all of the doors.

Right after he heard the noise of all four locks going down, he heard his chaser grabbing at his passenger side outside door handle rapidly. He kept pulling on it over and over again as if doing that repeatedly would eventually get it open. Evan put the key in the ignition and when the engine started, that didn’t deter the guy on the outside to continue rattling the door handle.

Evan put the car in drive and as he slammed his foot on the gas and he peeled out of the parking spot much faster than he had intended. He thought there was no way that he didn’t knock the guy on his ass in the process. The good person inside of him wanted to go back and look, make sure that he didn’t severely hurt the guy. Even if the guy was chasing after him, Evan was still at a major advantage once he was in the car.

But he couldn’t go back. Angel Street wasn’t the kind of place cops messed with anyway – you knew what it was like over there and you went at your own risk. During a time when everyone was afraid of getting within six feet of each other because they were afraid they’d catch some deadly virus, none of them were going to be going over there to referee some altercation between two idiots outside. Evan could either risk his own safety or the other guy’s. He kept driving, only looking ahead.

Angel Street was normally dark at this time of night but in the past you didn’t have to take more than a couple of turns off the street before things started to light up again. After a few minutes you were back to normal world where there were plenty of things lit up and you were reminded of civilization. With no gas stations or grocery stores on his route home, and all of the other businesses either ‘non-essential’ or closed at this hour anyway, it was a dark, frightening ride home from him. He had trouble getting the thought of being attacked off of his mind. Normally hating the loneliness of his apartment, now he couldn’t wait to be in the safety of it.

**

Once he was inside his apartment he no longer felt afraid, but he was too wired to fall asleep. With an old Meloni episode of SVU on in the background, he was scrolling around on the internet on his laptop. With a lot of free time on his hands to think lately, he randomly thought about his old coworker, Ian Nevins. Ian was a normal enough guy who had an unusual fetish – he liked getting beaten up by women.

And it wasn’t the whole bondage or whips and chains thing that Evan knew some other guys were into. Ian was into just normal looking women who could beat the shit out of him. At a happy house once, the two of them got to talking when they had a few drinks in them and Ian told Evan all about how it worked.

Now Evan couldn’t help be curious if that business of mixed wrestling was currently running. He figured it couldn’t be. Though it was something Evan never had taken part it, he had checked out the hobby online. The women looked a bit classier than the ones found on Angel Street and they did their business in nice hotels as opposed to just random abandoned apartments on Angel Street or peoples’ cars. They also seemed like they were a bit more likely to be able to find other work if necessary.

Evan went to the webpage that Ian had showed him that listed a bunch of these session wrestlers and their travel schedules. He was surprised to see that a lot of the women were listed and traveling, though the majority of them were in the major cities. Most of the cities his size didn’t have much activity going on. When he scrolled down to his city he was surprised to see that there was a session wrestler in his area – and she was advertising.

Aubrey Cassidy was her name. He clicked on her name and first went to click on some of the pictures she had posted. Lots of them were her holding men in wrestling holds with her legs normally around their head, neck, or their ribs. She was a rather petite woman, 5’3 120 pounds, according to her profile, and 26-years-old based on her date of birth. She was a blonde woman, cute. Her legs did look quite muscular for a smaller woman and actually bigger overall than he would expect for a woman her size. While the leg holds she had guys in looked painful for them, he couldn’t imagine that these pictures weren’t fixed and that the guys didn’t just let put them in those holds. Maybe that was their thing, they liked the feeling of being squeezed, that wouldn’t be his first choice of what he’d spend money on, but he could respect that. While the guys she was scissoring weren’t huge, they all looked like they had between 40 – 90 pounds on her and he just wasn’t buying that she was actually able to forcefully get them in those holds. If a girl that small tried wrapping her legs around him, he was confident that he could put a stop to that in a hurry, and he wasn’t even a particularly big or tough guy.

The last photo he came across while scrolling through them was one of the top of her feet, with one foot crossed over the other, like she was actually trying to do some sexy pose with her feet. The tops of her feet looked soft and she wore a light blue nail polish in the picture. There was nothing else in the photo, nothing of the rest of her body, no guy that she was holding down with her feet or anything. Just feet. Evan couldn’t figure it out at all. Who would want to look at just a woman’s feet and what did her feet have to do with wrestling?

He left the photo section and started checking out the details for her session. They read: ‘You MUST show up wearing a mask. If you are not wearing a medical facemask when you arrive the session WILL be canceled. I will be masked at first as well. When you come inside the first thing I will do is take your temperature. I will then take mine. If both are normal then I will remove my mask, you may or may not depending on your preference, and we can begin the session.’

Ian fucking Nevins. Never in a million years when Ian had been explaining his strange fetish to Evan, did Evan ever think that that he’d be giving it a try himself. But when the hookers weren’t even out and the only female contact he could get was wrestling around with some girl and letting her wrap her legs around various parts of his body, that would be what he would have to do. He copy and pasted Aubrey’s email address into a Gmail email he was starting to compose and began typing his request for a session.

**

There were barely any cars in the parking lot of the Sunset Heritage Hotel as Evan pulled in with the sun already down, and he pulled in to a close up parking spot that never would have been open a couple of weeks ago. This hotel felt creepy with the lack of cars, not a single person in the lot unloading their car, and all of the businesses that were nearby, all shut down with the lights off. He walked inside the main lobby and saw the fountain, the chairs pulled up to public computers, and all of the other things you see in the lobby of the hotel, except for a lot of other people. All he saw was a tall Asian man talking to a much shorter dark haired woman at the desk, both of them wearing masks. It was nice and creepy at the same time to see two people actually out and about doing their jobs, their masks on when it was just the two of them adding to the eeriness of it.

He quickly moved along, knowing he probably stuck out like a sore thumb just because he was here, and he definitely didn’t want to get any questions about why he was here. He followed the signs pointing him to the direction of what Aubrey had said her room number was via text, and he felt around in his pocket, feeling his hands rub the three hundred and fifty bucks cash that he couldn’t believe he was about to give this woman.

As he knocked on the door he could feel the anxiety that this was really happening. He was going to walk into a hotel room with a woman he had never met and wrestle her. Being locked up inside sure was making him nuts to do this. For all he knew there could be a few guys in there ready to mug him, knowing that he was carrying three fifty in cash. There was definitely less security and police presence out there to do anything about that.

The door opened and he looked down at the beautiful woman that stood about 8 inches shorter than him. She wore a yellow bikini which didn’t cover up much and he saw plenty of her smooth skin except for the parts that were covered by her outfit and besides the blue mask that was on her face. Her blue eyes looked pretty but he wondered if the mask covering the rest of her face made them look prettier because they were just sitting there alone. She had red toenail polish on that looked extremely fresh.

“Evan?” she said excitedly through the mask. “Come on in!”

He walked inside of the room and when he saw the colored wrestling mats covering the entire floor he thought again about how crazy he was doing something like this.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he said and when he looked back up at her he could tell that she was wearing a smile underneath the mask.

“Just gotta do a quick temperature check,” she said and he saw that she was holding a forehead thermometer in her hand. She looked to him like a nurse wearing a bikini as she put it up by his forehead with her mask on and he could tell that she was still smiling underneath it. He heard the beep, she pulled it away from his forehead, and looked at it.

“OK, you’re good!” she said. “Now we’ll check me.” She put it to her head and he felt some tingles in his body from the way that she was methodically checking temperatures. He heard the beep, she looked at the result, and she showed it to him. It was 97.3

“Looks like I’m good as well,” she said, with a bit more excitement. “You can take your mask off now.”

As he did so, and as he watched her taking her mask off, he felt like he was watching a woman take her top off. It had been a couple of weeks since he saw a real woman’s face upfront, and she had an amazingly beautiful face. She wore a natural smile that at least gave him the impression that she really wanted him here. She had a cute nose and those eyes of hers looked absolutely stunning the way they went with the rest of her face. He actually felt himself getting a little hard just by looking at her face which he didn’t think had happened before.

“I do need money before we start,” she said to him very nicely.

“Oh of course.” He pulled the 17 twenties and the 1 ten out of his pocket and handed them to her. She was friendly and happy but she definitely looked at the money carefully as she counted. Once done, she put it in her bag and looked back at him, smiling, and he loved seeing that smile more and more the more he looked at it.

“So I forgot to ask you when we were talking on email,” she said. If she was faking this excitement she seemed to have that he was here, she was doing a great of it. “Have you ever done a session before?”

“No, this is my first one.”

“OK great, I love newbies. Any special requests for the session, or anything specifically you want me to do? Or do you just want to wrestle?”

“No requests,” he said, thinking that made him seem cooler than her other clients. “How exactly does this work, though? Do I just let you put me in some of the holds I saw you post online? I don’t want to mess up the session or hurt you if I fight back too hard.”

“Um, no,” she said and even though she was still smiling a bit, she looked like she was insulted. “This is a wrestling match. You need to try as hard as you can. It will make the experience for you that much better if you know you tried and couldn’t do anything about it. Just no scratching, biting, anything like that. You can even try and hit me if you want, most session wrestlers won’t allow that, but most of them aren’t as tough as me either.”

Evan thought back to when he had looked through the main page where he found her. He had seen plenty of women much bigger than her, some bigger than him even. She was just toying with him now. “I mean, no offense but you’re not going to be able to overpower me or anything. Those guys between your legs on the site, they obviously weren’t fighting back, at least not hard.”

Aubrey rolled her eyes, looking annoyed but still looking like she really liked him and having him here. “Well we’ll find out on the mats,” she said as she walked over to the center of the mats. Take your shoes off and come on!”

He took his sneakers and socks off since she was barefoot then also took off the hoodie he was wearing, now standing there in his own wrestling attire, a tank-top and a pair of wind pants. He moved towards the center of the wrestling mat where she was. While she looked fit and like she knew what she was doing in her wrestling position, based on the size difference that he noticed more as he moved closer, he still thought she was out of her mind that she thought she could beat him.

Based on what she told him, he wasn’t going to go easy on her, though he expected that she would be asking that soon enough at which point he supposed he would have to. Plus, it did look kind of sexy being stuck in some of her leg holds, and he didn’t want to completely miss out on that just because he was trying to prove that he could outwrestle a girl.

She got in a wrestling position, smiling, looking ready to go. Seeing no reason to wait, he went at her and stuck out his right arm in an attempt to get her in a headlock. She raised her left hand with quickness that he wasn’t ready for and when she blocked his arm with her own, the feeling of both of their forearms colliding like that was painful. Aubrey now moved in with the same speed and grabbed the back of his neck with her left hand. He tried to pull it away but before he knew it, she had her right hand on the back of his neck.

She was putting the pressure right on the right part of his neck, causing him an immense amount of pain. Her soft, feminine hands felt much stronger on the back of his neck than they should have as she tried to pull him down by the neck to his knees. With the amount of pain what she was doing was causing him, he couldn’t fight back and he was just trying to pull her hands away.

But Aubrey had too good of a grip on him. She was slowly working him down and with one good bit of pressure, the girl pulled him down to his knees. He put his hands on the mat and tightened his arms, probably saving himself from having his face slammed right into the mat. Constantly one step ahead of him already, Aubrey wrapped her right arm around his neck in a guillotine choke.

He felt her skinny arm tightening around his neck and it was a strange feeling how strong it felt and how much pain she caused him doing this, despite how small her arm was. She was now pulling her head to his body. He kept his left hand planted, then lifted his right arm trying to pull her arm away. With another swift move, she pulled his neck right in between her thighs.

He knew anyone’s legs were always stronger than their arms but he had never been in a hold like this before. He had been in fights and wrestling matches before. He had been punched and slapped and put in various wrestling holds like headlocks, chokeholds, and full-nelsons, but he had never had his head between anyone’s legs. And it was awful. He felt the power in her thighs, those muscular thighs, as she squeezed harder. It seemed unfair to him that she could even do a hold like this. There was just no way he was going to be able to get his head out, which was probably why no one had ever done this before. He felt it was cheap.

He was pushing on her thighs and feeling her many muscles in them flex, muscles that he probably didn’t even have in his legs, trying to free himself, but he didn’t even feel the least bit of progress. He could feel that his face was getting purple as she squeezed. It felt like she could pop his head off doing what she was doing, or at the least, crush every part of his neck and make it useless.

Aubrey then intentionally fell down to land on her side, and she took Evan with her, head, neck, and all. This position felt even worse and he started to fear what she was going to do him. He pulled on her thighs with all of his might, determined to get free, but the extra energy he was using was just making the pain she was causing him even worse. He felt tears develop in his eyes, his vision was getting very blurry, and it felt like his eyes were starting to pop out of their sockets. Now desperate and on the borderline of terrified, he started punching her thighs. When she had no reaction he started doing it harder. That still didn’t get her to react at all. He felt her thighs almost crushing his neck now and when he felt some cracking in his neck and it started feeling like his Adam’s apple might pop out the front of him, he started digging his fingernails into her thigh. She tightly grabbed his wrist and easily pulled it away.

“Hey, none of that,” she said sternly but still with a hint of a friendly tone. “If you can’t take it then tap out on the mat, but no digging your nails into me like that.”

He felt foolish that he had even resorted to that as he now lay there trapped between her thighs after being disciplined and now having no idea how he was going to get out of this situation. He pulled on her inner thighs as hard as he could but those powerful legs would not budge. He felt the strain on his biceps as he pulled at them and it didn’t seem like Aubrey was struggling in the least. She let go of his neck and it was still hurting enough where he didn’t feel the urge to jump up and try and get her now that he was free. Before he knew it, her legs were wrapped around his ribs. It wasn’t as bad as her legs around his neck but it still hurt.

She then started to squeeze harder and he felt like his ribs were getting crushed as he felt the muscles in her thighs flex. At first he told himself this wasn’t as bad as when she was squeezing his neck at least, and that he wasn’t going to tap out again. But when she continued to squeeze harder and he felt like his entire rib cage was just going to break on him, he couldn’t take it anymore and he tapped out on the mat. She loosened up and initially it felt even more painful on his ribs as his body was trying to expand back to normal. At one point he couldn’t get a breath in and he felt pain in his ribs like he never had in his life. He had a horrifying feeling that he was going to die right there, that his body was going to stop working. That sensation went away but he still felt afraid that it would come back. He could feel the tears in his eyes and feel fearful look on his face as he looked at the calm, pretty woman that had caused all of this.

“Doing alright there?” she said. She then stuck out her leg and playfully poked his face with her big toe. He found it extremely degrading that she did that and he backed away angrily, looking at the smirk on her face. Her doing that gave him some adrenaline that eased that pain a bit.

“It’s weird you keep wrestling with your legs,” he said and how out of breath he was, was noticeable as he spoke. “You’re lucky you’ve been practicing how to use them.”

“Yeah, you think it’s just my legs I can beat you with?” she said eagerly. “Come on, arm-wrestle me, we’ll see.”

She rolled over on her stomach, leaned up her chest, and put her right arm on the mat in the arm-wrestling position. Whatever it was at that angle, made her bicep look quite strong. But she was still a woman and looking at the rest of her arm as well as the rest of her petite body, there was no way she was beating him in this. He lay down the same way across from her and felt her feminine hand grip his as they got ready to begin.

“Ready?” she said with a smile. Evan didn’t have a smile in him to give back. “Go!”

He immediately started pushing with all of his might, determined to make sure she didn’t beat him in anything else. His teeth were clenched and his body was shaking a bit as he gave it all he had. He could feel the strength of her bicep in his own as he pushed. Her arm felt too strong to move, though they were neutral, Aubrey not pushing him down either.

As he gave it more push, letting out a small grunt as he did, he moved her arm an inch. Now his teeth were really clenched as he focused just on their two hands, determined to give this all he had. Aubrey then started pushing back and her arm felt too strong to stop. She began moving his arm up to neutral and then quickly took over, pushing his arm down.

He could feel the pain in his bicep more as he pushed and she was moving his arm down more. He looked at that lean, feminine arm of hers that was quickly starting to prove it was stronger than his as she pushed him down a quarter of the way. He could see veins bulging in his arms as he pushed more, nothing bulging on her expect her bicep looking strong, as she moved him down to halfway.

His determination was starting to wear off as feeling hers strength was quickly making him realize that he didn’t have a prayer of getting her arm back up to neutral, let alone winning. He offered some resistance, now just hoping to get lucky, but she continued to push his arm down. She pushed his hand to the mat for the victory. As she pulled her hand away, smiling, it started to sink in that he had just lost in arm-wrestling to a woman, and he did not like it.

“Let’s go left now,” he said, not being able to help sounding angry.

“I love when guys think that’s going to make a difference,” she said.

She was quick to put her left arm up in the arm-wrestling position, wiggling her fingers to show off a bit, and looking at those bright red painted fingernails wiggle around like that annoyed him even more. He looked at her left arm, how skinny it was, there was no reason she should be able to beat him. He locked hands with her.

The match began and she clearly had gained more confidence from the previous time because this time she started bringing down his arm immediately. Either it was just her confidence or that her left arm was stronger than her right because she was moving his arm down almost like it was nothing. He could feel the pain in his bicep as he resisted and she was too much. She pinned his left hand for the win.

“Alright, enough arm-wrestling,” she said and she got up to her knees acting like the arm-wrestling was nothing. “You gonna be able to wrestle me down or what?”

Her tone sounded more competitive than friendly now and it hit his ego a bit thinking how he had been unable to do anything so far. He jumped to his knees and saw her kneeling there looking ready to go. This was a tough girl but she was still a girl. He needed to win.

He lunged at her, pushing her back, and she was holding her own but looking like she was having trouble staying up, his weight causing her a problem. Feeling her strength resisting him was causing him more anger that he couldn’t take her down. He gave her another push and was finally able to push her on her back.

He jumped on her, straddling her chest, feeling adrenaline from the feeling of victory, finally able to take her down. As she put up her hands trying to push him off, he grabbed her wrists. He tried to push down her arms but her arms felt strong as she resisted. She looked patient underneath him as he kept trying with all of his power to push down her arms, but couldn’t.

She then surprised him by yanking her own arms to the ground and because of how tight he was holding on, she was able to pull his entire upper body down. Doing that to him allowed her to pull her wrists free and before he knew it, her arms were around his neck, and pulling him into her body. He was learning that no matter what her size, this woman felt unbelievably strong once she was in a position where she had her arms or legs wrapped around him. He could feel the bones of her forearm pushing into his neck and the strength that was behind that was unbelievable. He pushed on the ground desperately trying to get out but he couldn’t match her squeeze and she applied more pressure and more pain.

She seemed to know that she had weakened him because she rolled over on top of him. Her small, strong body was now flattening him into the mat, the woman using so much pressure to make her feel strong, she wrapped her legs around his to completely immobilize him, and she still had her arms wrapped around his neck.

After squeezing out more of his energy and strength so he had next to none, she let go of his neck, and sat up. She jumped forward so she was straddling him, her powerful thighs holding down his shoulders so he could do nothing. She wound her hand back then brought it forward, and gave him a good open-hand whack right across his face. It stung bad, the pain of it making him almost hate her, and what he hated even more was that her thighs had his shoulders on the ground so securely that he couldn’t get his arms up to defend himself.

“Ticklish?” she said.

She leaned back a bit, the pressure of her legs pushing him down not easing up at all, and he felt her fingers start to tickle his ribs. It didn’t give him a kneejerk tickle reaction or anything but he could feel himself starting to laugh. Aubrey smiled and started to tickle him harder. He was holding out the best he could as he felt those fingers stimulate his ribs a bit more. He tried his hardest not to laugh, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of having that much power over him, but he finally he couldn’t hold it anymore and he burst out laughing. Aubrey leaned forward again and smacked him across the face.

Feeling the sting in his face after the hit was complete, he felt extreme anger, like it was a sucker shot. He looked up at her, still smiling like it was all fun and games, and he wanted nothing more than to hit her back, so angry that her legs pinning him down made that impossible. He saw her winding back again and he wanted to say something really nasty to her. He couldn’t think of anything on time and her hand smacked him across the face again.

She started giggling, really seeming to be excited about this. She reached her hand back again but this time he saw her fist coming towards her face. He couldn’t stop her or say anything on time as her fist crushed into his jaw. As he felt his teeth rattle and pain that was ten times worse than the slap, he tried his best to hold back his tears, but his eyes were full of water. One more punch and he was going to be bawling. He watched her wind back her fist and get ready to deliver it.

“No!” he called out to her. “Don’t punch me again!”

He was a combination of angry and ready to burst out crying as he saw her slowly put her fist down, looking curiously, like she was wondering if she would punch him again. He breathed heavily now, fearing it, knowing that if she wanted to, she totally could. Why was he such an idiot to meet a complete stranger in a hotel room, what was he thinking?

“Alright, well I guess you are my client,” she said, sounding like it really would have made her night to punch him again.

She looked down at him, smiling, and looked him right in the eyes. Her smile was that of someone that was satisfied she could completely dominate someone, not just anyone, but him, and he hated being on the receiving end of that. She continued to stare him down, him looking away a couple of times, then looking back to see her looking at him the exact same way. She started to move a bit and he hoped she was getting off of him. Instead, he saw her lift her leg and start bringing the wrinkly sole of her right foot towards his face.

“No, none of that shit either!” he said desperately as he saw that wrinkled sole coming closer. “I don’t like feet, don’t do that.”

“Sorry, but no one walks away from one of my sessions without getting my feet in their face,” she said. “I suppose maybe I should have told you that in advance.”

He was about to object that he should get a pass this time since she hadn’t told him in advance, but he had the bottom of her medium-sized bare foot pressed down on his face before he could get a word out. She made sure to really push it in there, flattening his nose, her heel pushing down on his lips, and her toes pushing right down on his eyebrows. She was making an extra point to make this as humiliating as possible for him, pushing it in as much as possible so he could smell and almost taste it. Losing a fight sucked, losing a fight to a girl was extremely humiliating, but having a foot pushed into his face completely against his will made him feel like she was taking all of his dignity away from him.

“Take a big whiff of my foot,” she said as she swayed her foot a bit on his face while still pressing it down. “Do it!” She sounded impatient but he wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction. He could already smell the unique blend of whatever nice lotion she must have put on it in advance, combining with the smell of wrestling mat on a foot.

“Do it, I said,” and he could hear the impatience in her voice increasing as she took her foot off of his face then started smacking him with the bottom of it. It was extremely degrading for him and he was discovering how a slap from a foot hurt a lot more than being slapped by a hand. She continued to do it harder and more rapidly. He was really getting angry, thinking how this was against the rules, and how it was just inhumane. He wanted her to stop, thought that was what she could do, but there was nothing he could do about it.

“Alright, alright,” he said, as her foot was still slapping the side of his face. “I’ll…” her foot slapped his face harder, like it was getting more excited. “I’ll fucking smell your foot, just cut it out!”

He heard her giggle as she put her foot right above his face. Just wanting to get it over with, he took a deep breath in through his nose. As he inhaled the sweet smell or her lotion, the rugged smell of the wrestling mat, and all of the other foot smells he took in while doing this, it felt like he was inhaling some kind of drug. He started to feel like he was submissive to her, but like that was no longer a bad thing. He could also feel his cock rapidly growing in his pants.

“Very good,” she said, like she was giving him encouragement. “Now I want you to lick my foot. Start by touching your tongue to my heel, then run it right up my foot all of the way, until you lick as many of my toes as you can in one lick.”

He looked at the sole of her foot just a few inches above his face, waiting to get the treatment she wanted it to. This seemed inhumane to him but it also didn’t seem to matter anymore. As he touched his tongue to her soft heel, he felt his cock start to grow in his pants more. As he ran his tongue up it, the taste of this woman’s foot was sinking in to all of his taste buds. His tongue ran up her arch and his cock was growing so rapidly in his pants, he felt like it could explode. He made a whimpering noise which got a chuckle out of her and he ran his tongue up the rest of the way, running it over her two biggest toes.

“You learn well,” she said as she rested her foot on his face casually. “Most of them do.”

She took the bottom of her foot and covered his entire face with it. He felt it squishing his nose as she moved it around. She started playing his forehead with her toes, his cock now feeling like it was full as it could get. Not being able to release was feeling more torturous than getting beaten up and he didn’t know how guys did these sessions if sex wasn’t allowed.

And she just kept going. She rubbed her heel on his lips, feeling it push against his teeth. She moved her foot back, making him think she may stop, but instead she shoved her toes and as much of her foot behind it that she could get into his mouth. The taste of it felt absolutely incredible and he began sucking on it hard like it was the best tasting lollipop he ever had. Aubrey laughed again.

She took her foot out of his mouth and lifted her other leg so now she was just sitting on him. She put both of her feet on his face, making sure to cover it all up, so all he could see and smell was those feet. She stopped doing anything with them, now just letting them rest in that dominant position above his face. His cock stood up straight and hard and all he could think about was how much he needed to cum but also how much he was going to enjoy this treat in the meantime. He heard a beeping noise that startled him.

“Time’s up,” Aubrey said, and she took her feet off of his face.

He thought about how he had briefly forgotten that he was part of a time mixed-wrestling session as she got off of him. He looked at the incredibly sexy woman that had done this to him, his mind now blown about what had just happened. His dick in his pants also felt like it was going to blow up. He looked up at her now sitting next to him, now just looking like a normal, attractive woman, one he never would have guessed would have been able to kick his ass and humiliate him like that.

That face of hers. He couldn’t stop looking at that beautiful face, smiling down at him, knowing that once he walked out of this room it was going to be awhile before he saw another beautiful female face that close to him. But then he looked down at her bare feet. He had never been turned on by feet before but they had literally left quite the impression on him, his face still feeling the impression of them on it, and he could still taste some of her feet in his mouth. His erection hadn’t gone down at all.

“Enjoy yourself?” she said.

“So there’s no way I can get any kind of a happy ending out of this? I REALLY could use it. I’ll go find an ATM if it’ll cost extra.”

“Sorry, but I’m not a prostitute. The money isn’t an issue. You don’t ask session wrestlers that question the same way you wouldn’t ask a bartender after she’s given you a few drinks. That’s just not something I offer.”

He wanted to counter that a bartender had never put him in the state that he was in now. But he wasn’t going to argue with her. He was just going to have to deal with it. He just kind of rolled his eyes. She seemed to notice.

“But hopefully I gave you something for your little spank bank for a long time,” she said, and she playfully tickled his hip.

Yes, that was definitely true, and he was going to need it for a long time too. He started to sit up and as he started to get himself dressed he could feel aches all over his body. She had beat him up even more than he had realized. But the pains felt great.

“Alright, well thank you so much for coming,” she said to him once he was dressed. “I had a lot of fun. Nice being able to see some people these days. Stay healthy and safe out there.”

She gave him a big hug, one that felt so strong. She let go of him and he took another look down at her beautiful face. He wanted to kiss her. He so badly wanted to kiss her.

“Don’t forget this,” she said and she picked up his mask that was on a table. “They see you walking out of my room without a mask on, I’m going to be in a lot of trouble. Here. I’ll give you something to remember me by.”

She bent down, lifted her foot off of the floor, and rubbed her bare foot on the inside of his mask. She handed it back to him, laughing, and he put it on his face. Maybe it was just in his head, but he felt like he could taste and smell her foot in the mask now.

“This is going to be the only mask I ever use again,” he said.

Aubrey laughed out loud with a genuine sounding laugh. “You’re so funny. Bye Evan!”

He walked out the door, back out into the Covid world, where things weren’t happy like they were inside Aubrey’s hotel room. He walked down the hall with confidence, confident that he was happier than anyone else in this hotel right now, heck, probably happier than anyone else in the city. As he walked out into the lobby he saw the Asian man standing at the desk, now staring right at Evan. Evan made his way through the lobby, walking confidently, and the Asian man continued to stare at him until he walked out the front automatic doors.

It was completely dark outside now as he walked towards his car in the mostly empty parking lot. He did see one short woman walking in his direction, towards the entrance of the hotel. She already had a mask on her face and had a nervous look in her eyes. She wouldn’t look at him as she moved quicker now towards the hotel. Evan walked by her, unlocked his car, and took in another deep breath of his mask that had had Aubrey’s bare foot on it.

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