The Greek Dilemma Ch. 07-08

"Mmmm Cassandra was right... you really are a leg man. Well, thankfully, I know how to use them..."

Brian chuckled. "Imagine a ZZ Top reference in the 21st century."

Stephanie laughed and playfully smacked him on the chest. "Shut up, nerd..." her pitch dropped. "Shut up and cum for me with your big cock."

She increased the pressure with her legs and sped up her stroking. Brian felt his legs buckle. "Oh... I'm about to..."

"I know."

Stephanie pressed her body to his, and ground her hips hard into his leg. She moaned softly into his ear "Give it to me."

Brian whimpered and then groaned, his body tensing as he felt the first wave of orgasm rush through him. He grabbed her butt and pulled her close, then thrust his tongue into her mouth, groaning loudly as he felt his cock twitch and release, sending a huge shot of semen onto the bathroom tile. He was breathing hard, and his arms were shaking, but he held her tight, kissing her passionately.

"Ohhhh," he breathed, "you're incredible."

"Mmmm," Stephanie replied, "can't wait for tomorrow night." She stroked his cheek. "If I wait that long."

***

While Brian and Stephane were resolving their "differences" in the bathroom, Quinn was calling the next match.

"Lisa and Wes to the ring, please!"

Lisa stood tall and proud, her 6'3" willowy frame standing above all the other competitors, men or women. She was a model, and her long, golden hair and porcelain skin made her look like a goddess. Her piercing blue eyes were full of determination, and her curvaceous figure was a testament to her athleticism.

She had trained hard for this and she wasn't going to let any of the other competitors stand in her way. Lisa was confident in her abilities, and she wanted to bring the momentum back to the Gamma team. She had a loyal and supportive friendship with her Gamma sisters, yet she was often distant around outsiders. People usually wanted to talk to her because of her beauty, and although she appreciated the looks which enabled her modeling career, she did not want people to just see her as someone who solely relied on their appearance.

Lisa wore a red bra and a silky red mini-skirt that wrapped around her upper thighs and showed off her sexy legs. Her presence filled the arena as she stepped into the ring. No one would have expected someone as beautiful as her to be in a wrestling ring, yet she stood in the corner, exuding determination, confidence, and strength.

Wes stood in his corner, getting ready to take on Lisa. He was a diminutive figure, standing at just 5'5" tall and weighing no more than 155 pounds. His physique was not particularly intimidating. He wore his short brown hair parted to the side, and his blue eyes were always sparkling with humor, even in the most dire of situations.

At the moment, Wes was feeling a mix of both nervousness and excitement. He had never been an athletic person, and had very little experience in martial arts, so he was certainly out of his depth. But surely that wouldn't be a problem, since he'd been in plenty of schoolyard fights. He wanted to put on a good show, and hecouldn't help but feel a thrill of adrenaline.

For the match, Wes was wearing a pair of loose-fitting red shorts and a white shirt. He had opted for comfort and flexibility, as this was not a standard type of wrestling match. He had no idea what to expect in the fight, but he was determined to see it through to the end.

Cassandra stood by Lisa's side. She looked across the ring at Wes, looked at Lisa, then looked back at Wes. She shook her head and hopped off the ring apron, calling back to Lisa "Try not to hurt him too badly, I guess."

Wes cat-called across the ring. "ooo-ee. Looks like this is my lucky day, fighting a vision like you."

Lisa shook her head. "Believe me... it is not."

Quinn blew the whistle, and Lisa strode confidently into the middle of the arena. She watched him walk to the middle, where he put up a sketchy fighting guard, fists protecting his chest, standing awkwardly. Lisa just stood there, waiting to see what Wes would do.

Wes seemed to hesitate for a second, then launched his first attack, lunging forward and attempting to grab her. She easily dodged the attempt and slapped his face as he went by.

"Ouch," Wes complained. "That hurt."

Lisa just raised her eyebrows and waited for him to make another move.

Wes slowly circled her, keeping his hands up defensively. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

"Just shut up and fight," she replied, giving him a cold look.

"Well, it's not like I'm going to take you seriously in a fight," he replied. "You're a model, you know?"

Lisa didn't answer with words, instead slamming a powerful round kick into his side. He crumpled and fell to the ground immediately. She stood, arms akimbo, looking down at him from a few feet away, a look of disgust on her face.

"It's your funeral. Get up."

Wes pushed himself to his knees and looked up at her, shaking his head. "You're a real piece of work, you know that?"

Lisa waited until he finished getting up, then shoved him back into the corner with a front kick. Quick as lightning, she dashed in, grabbed his throat and growled in his ear, "The real piece of work here is you." She threw him out of the corner and onto his back in the middle of the ring. Her fists clenched and her lips curled in contempt as she stared Wes down.

"I'm a second degree black belt in Karate. Seven years of blood, sweat and tears have gone into earning it, countless hours spent honing my skills and perfecting my body. Never mind all the work it takes to be a model. And here you stand, expecting me to lose to you because you're a 'man'. Do you think I'm going to take *you* seriously? Get up and fight or get out of my ring now."

Wes got up and backed up against the ropes. He was panting, and his chest was heaving. He looked up at Lisa, his eyes full of resentment. "You think I'm afraid of a girl?"

"No, because you're too stupid to be."

Wes charged at Lisa, but he was no match for her. Without mercy, she unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks with precision and ruthless strength. His body crashed backwards against the turnbuckle as she viciously slapped him across the face, leaving red marks on his skin. She then began raining merciless knees into his midsection, each strike perfectly timed to siphon the breath from his lungs until he was gasping for air, thrashed by her might as if he were a rag doll.

Wes felt his world spin around him as the excruciating pain in his stomach intensified. He crashed to the ground, wanting nothing more than to pass out from the agony. "You... you... bitch..." he gasped out between quick breaths

"That's right, Wes," she spat contemptuously. "I'm a bitch. A strong, skilled, and sexy bitch. And you're too stupid to realize just how outclassed you are."

Wes curled up into a ball, holding his stomach as she stood over him.

"I'm going to ask again, Wes. Are you going to fight or are you going to give up?"

"Fuck you," Wes said, gasping for breath.

Lisa looked over at the Kappa bench. "You sure know how to pick 'em!" she yelled, as she picked up Wes by his shirt and shoved him back into the corner. Then, she slammed a knee into his liver, and he dropped to the ground like a rock, unconscious. She went back to her corner to wait for the next round.

After a few seconds, Wes woke up, but was in so much pain he couldn't move. He was in absolute agony. His body felt like it was on fire, and he was having trouble breathing. He was sweating profusely, and his hands were trembling.

He moaned in pain and tried to sit up, but then fell back to the ground. He was in too much pain to do anything else.

He was in the ring for what seemed like forever. He was so distracted with pain that he lost track of time, but eventually, he heard Quinn blow the whistle for the next round.

Lisa walked to the middle of the ring and surveyed Wes's battered body. He was in terrible shape. He could not stay on his feet, much less fight her. She had won this match, and she knew it.

She stepped closer to Wes and crouched down beside him. She reached out and grabbed his face, gripping it between her hands. Her eyes were full of anger and contempt. "Well, you're sure not good enough to fight me. Let's find out about the sex part."

Lisa unemotionally stripped off his shorts and underwear, revealing his flaccid penis. She forced him flat onto the mat, and knelt between his legs, facing his cock.

Lisa was torn. Part of her wanted to draw this out and humiliate him, but the other part of her just wanted this farce to be over with, and she really did not want to spend more time touching him than necessary. Then she had an idea.

"Hey Cassandra!" she called out. "You have a stopwatch on your phone?"

"Yeah, let me know when."

"Start now." She started stroking his cock with an expert touch, and he quickly became erect. "How long do you think you can last, Wes? Even now, as humiliated as you must be, you're staring at my perfect body while I jerk your cock." She started quickly moving her body up and down, making her breasts bounce, making her abs and legs flex. "Can you imagine what it's like to fuck a perfect goddess like me? My pussy squeez..." she sighed and called out to Cassandra "Stop!" as Wes' cock exploded all over her hand. "Even I didn't expect it to be that fast..." she muttered.

"26 seconds!"

Lisa grabbed Wes' shorts from the mat, wiped her hands off, and stood up. "Don't let me ever see you again," she growled as she left the ring.

The room was silent in awe at how Lisa had dismantled Wes. Lisa sat back down on the Gamma bench, an aura of cold displeasure emanating from her. Olivia, sitting next to her, looked up in awe. "I hope I never make you angry..."

Lisa turned to Olivia, and her face melted into a warm smile, shattering her icy disposition. "Olivia! You could never," she said as she hugged Olivia's smaller frame against her. "I love you." She looked around at her sisters. "I love all of you." She spread her arms, and they all hugged.

As the hug broke up, Stephanie came back, and saw Wes being carried out of the ring. "What did I miss?"

Lisa looked at the ring and back at Stephanie. "Only a really nice hug."