AISHA
my lovely prey, i'm a cliche
Aisha scowled, though she knew better than to get heated over his jabs, she did start to feel the fire of competition stoking in her veins. She'd show him who was out of practice, with a cheap-shit grin and a smug wink as she held his pennant in her hands. She'd returned with the cloths and tossed him one, and with no protests he'd begun to wrap it. Perfect, let the games begin.
She nodded and gave a playful roll of her eyes as he offered a safe word, cracking her knuckles and checking over the tie at her wrist. "Don't worry baby! I promise no playing dirty, scouts honor," she held up her fingers and gave a taunting pout, just for the dramatic effect. Then as he gave the cue, she darted forwards, giving him barely a moment to finish the sentence before she was aiming a surprise jab at his stomach. Not too hard, but hopefully enough force to wind and shock, and make her grab for the cloth with the other hand.
She nodded and gave a playful roll of her eyes as he offered a safe word, cracking her knuckles and checking over the tie at her wrist. "Don't worry baby! I promise no playing dirty, scouts honor," she held up her fingers and gave a taunting pout, just for the dramatic effect. Then as he gave the cue, she darted forwards, giving him barely a moment to finish the sentence before she was aiming a surprise jab at his stomach. Not too hard, but hopefully enough force to wind and shock, and make her grab for the cloth with the other hand.
for us, the bourgeoisie, so care free
