Layla Pavarotti Part 2  
by Madman
Session with Harry Cox
 
The characters in this story are purely fictional.  Any resemblance to
people living or dead or even not yet born is remarkably coincidental
 
 
Layla here to update you folks on what has been happening in my life
recently.  Now that I am doing more wrestling sessions, I have more money
available to continue my development,  I have a strength and conditioning
coach and my strength has improved dramatically in just three months.  I
can now bench press more than my bodyweight and my scissors power has
increased by more than 50%.  Adding other forms of combat training has
diversified my approach to wrestling.  Australian Ninja techniques and
Peruvian Pressure Points have given me so many more ways to defeat
opponents.  Peruvian Pressure Points can disable someone with less than
four pounds of pressure.  Few people can defend against Australian Ninja
techniques because hardly anyone knows what they are.  I'll keep it
secret just in case I decide to use it against some of you sometime.  Now
it is very rare to meet a client of any size that can defend himself
successfully against my increasing wrestling prowess.
 
Many of my clients request that I slow it down a bit rather than force a
submission in less than a minute.  It's fun to control them with a hold,
applying just enough pressure to make them aware of the hold.  I love it
when they struggle and if they struggle too hard, I merely increase the
pressure.  Sometimes I play cat and mouse games by applying, releasing
and changing holds at my whim, pressuring each hold almost but not quite
to the point of extracting a submission.  Of course I can always force
the submission when I feel like it.  One client who appreciated this
technique told me that submissions should be savored like fine wine not
guzzled like cheap beer.  This approach is called "catch and release" and
I modeled it from the approach of Heloise, a great session wrestler who
frequently does this with her over matched and outclassed opponents.
 
Most of my sessions are rather routine, fun for the client and me, but
not that interesting or unique to report to others.  I do take pride in
customizing the sessions to match the desires and fantasies of the
client.  I will vary my wrestling from playful to competitive to dominant
and engage in some role playing.  I will not wrestle nude or topless or
incorporate sexual release into a session,  Occasionally, a guy will
request a sexual act, but when I decline they almost always accept my
response and we continue with a good session.  It dozen't upset me when
they ask as long as they accept my answer like a gentleman.  I realize
there are some woman who will incorporate sex into a session, but this is
not what I choose to do.  Never have I had a problem with this until last
week with a client named Harry Cox.
 
Mr Cox was on a business trip in my town and asked me to come to his
hotel for a session as he didn't have the time or a car to come to my
apartment.  I agreed and arrived at his hotel to find him laying on the
bed in his boxer shorts.  A balding, paunchy middle aged man with squinty
eyes, Mr Cox did not look like he could give me much opposition.  I was a
bit tired from staying out late the night before and was thankful that
this would likely be an easy session for me.  At my request, we moved the
mattress and bedding to the floor to provide us more wrestling space and
I went to the restroom to change from my dress into a two piece spandex
wrestling outfit.  Mr. Cox asked me to remove my top and I told him no. 
He didn't look real happy about it but we commenced the session.  I
figured my holds would keep him too busy to worry about seeing a bare
breast or two.
 
I quickly flipped him to his back and applied an armlock.  His free arm
brushed against my breast as he struggled.  This didn't concern me as the
wild thrashing of my unskilled victims often creates unorthodox contact. 
Then I felt his hand firmly cup my breast and remain  there.  This was
definitely intentional on his part.  My response was to tighten up on my
armlock while ordering him to let go of my breast.  He let go and cried
out his submission.  Just to keep him in line, I gave his arm another
good hard twist before releasing the hold.
 
Mr Cox sat up rubbing his sore arm and started complaining in a whiny
nasal tone.  "I'm not paying you to break my arm, I wanted to have a good
time with you.  You know, a little rolling around and some great sex. 
For these prices, I should get what I want, so let's get to it bitch."
 
His crude remarks really infuriated me.  Although I am primarily Arabian,
I am also part Corsican, Transylvanian, Scottish and Apache Indian.  This
combination has bestowed quite a temper on me and heaven help the one who
sets it off.  Mr Cox had definitely set it off and not even heaven was
going to be able to help him.
 
Quickly pivoting toward the jerk, I shot my elbow into his gut.  Hearing
his breathe whoosh out as he clutched his stomach and leaned forward, I
clubbed him hard on the back of his neck with my forearm. (Australian
Ninja Techniques)  He fell to his soma ch winded and helpless.
 
Rather than show Mr Cox any mercy, I straddled his back and applied a
kimura to his already sore arm.  A kimura is a type of ju jitsu
hammerlock where I not only bend his arm up his back but also pull it
away from his body to increase the effectiveness.  Judging by his
profanity laced screams, it was fairly effective..  I decided to treat Mr
Cox to my catch and release attack, however, with a couple of changes
from normal use.  I would pressure each hold to the point of submission
or even a little more forcefully and maintain each lock a little longer
than usual.  If he submitted, I would continue the hold until I felt like
changing it.
 
Upon releasing his arm, I quickly slid down his body and laced my arms
around his lower left leg to trap him in an ankle lock.  I didn't want to
neglect his lower body.  I pulled his leg up with the hold to add
pressure to his ankle and quadriceps muscle.  Placing my knee on the back
of his right calf to pin that leg down, I was able to painfully stretch
his left leg.  After a couple of minutes, I switched legs with the same
hold.  I wanted to give both his legs an equal opportunity to experience
the pain.
 
When I got bored with this hold, I moved up higher on his back.  Harry
had been unable to move from his stomach for quite a while and that was
just fine with me.  Reaching down under his neck, I pulled his head back
in a version of the camel clutch.  The pressure on his back and neck was
similar to a standard camel clutch but by pulling his head up by my
forearms under his neck, I added pressure to his Adam's apple and a type
of choke to the festivities.  It bothered me a little that I had to be
careful with the pressure of this hold because I could have easily killed
him with too much force with this hold.  Even though Harry Cox was a
total jerk, I did not want to actually kill him.
 
I toyed with him using a few other holds before putting him in a reverse
headscissors and twisting him around so that he was on his side.  The
increased strength of my legs came into play as I varied the pressure
from moderate to very tight at my whim.  Harry was now too weak to offer
any resistance and could only softly moan.  His loud complaining and
swearing required energy that he no longer had.
 
"You want sex, Mr Cox," I exclaimed.  "Well here it comes."  While
maintaining the scissors, I pulled his shorts down with one hand and
started masturbating his limp penis very roughly.
 
This got a little more animated response from Harry Cox.  "Ouch that
hurts.  Can't you be more gentle?  Don't you have any lotion?"
 
"Good, no, no" were my responses to his three remarks.  Harry reached
down with his hand to grab mine.  "Well Mr Cox, I'm only doing what you
requested but we will, however, do it my way."  I grabbed his hand with
my free hand and bent his fingers and wrist back.  I also dug my thumb
into the sensitive fleshy part of his wrist, (Peruvian Pressure Point
Technique)   and torqued his neck with my scissors.  Between my
headscissors, finger wristlock combo and the very rough hand job I had
him in severe discomfort.  I thought of an old Chubby Checker song. 
"Come on baby, let's do the twist.  I said come on baby, let's do the
twist."  While I'm not normally nearly this brutal, I was truly enjoying
it because he was such an asshole.  I bet that next time he would not be
so crass as to disrespect a woman.  Amazingly, Harry Cox got hard and I
increased the intensity of the hand job while tightening my scissors and
finger wrist lock.  He screamed softly and painfully as his semen
squirted down his leg and on my hand and arm.
 
Immediately, I arose and got a damp washcloth to clean us off.  I was not
thrilled to have his semen on me.  Harry slowly tried to sit up and said
"It's not how I wanted to do this, but at least you did get me off.  Now
it is time for you to go."
 
Glancing at the clock on the night table I replied "Not quite Mr Cox. 
I've only been here forty five minutes and you paid for a whole hour. 
Never let it be said that I cheated a client."  I dove down on him to
continue my assault, this time putting him in a tight body scissors to
control him.  Reaching around him, I again very roughly started
masturbating him.
 
"Please don't" Cox howled.  "I can't come again after that."  This time I
sort of granted him mercy by releasing his sore penis, but used my arms
to encircle his neck from behind and choke him.  My forearms were once
again firmly pressing into the front of his neck in a similar manner to
the camel clutch type hold.  I toyed with this position for several
minutes.  Sometimes I would lessen the pressure on his neck but increase
the power of the scissors to the point where he could barely breathe.  At
other times, I would relax the scissors and work the choke more
forcefully.  Finally, I pressured both holds at the same time and Harry
Cox passed out.
 
I decided to have a little more fun with him before leaving.  I rolled
him over to his stomach and securely tied his arms together behind his
back with my pantyhose.  Then I pulled down the drapes, rolled them up
and used them to tie his ankles together.  While rolling him over to his
back again, I noticed a rubber on the night table.  I pulled it down over
his flaccid penis, securing it by forcing the bottom edge over his ball
sac.  Now I gave him a few hard slaps across the face to revive him. 
Actually, I slapped him several more times than what was necessary to
revive him but who's counting?
 
Next I got dressed and called on the house phone for room service.  I
ordered a bottle of their finest champagne along with strawberries and an
assortment of cheese.  Then I casually left the room and strolled out of
the hotel.