Rebel Club: A Sexy-B Female Wrestling Story

By Jason Pinaster

Jax confronts the rebels and agrees to wrestle not one, but two of the rebels. All three women agree to the standard rules, including agreeing to a forfeit by the loser.

The rebels’ goal is to split the Ladies’ Club into and to assume the pre-eminent position at the Sexy-B. Will Jax prevail or will she suffer a humiliating defeat on the mats?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Apr 3, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215813201

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, please click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. You will receive prompt notification of my new publications and special offers.I have heard say that the first obligation of a writer is to entertain. If so, the first obligation of a writer of erotica is to arouse and I hope you feel that I have succeeded.I believe that story sets the scene. A story lets the reader start to care for the characters in it. And if the reader cares about the characters, it is easier for him or her to identify with their arousal, to let that arousal tingle the reader’s own skin.Christopher Carter is a lawyer who’s into BDSM and other hijinks, most of them sexual. His stories feature a little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice. Lusty Lee was a private investigator whose nemesis forced her to pursue him through a new kink in each episode. The Mistress Megan stories take her through her development as a dominatrix during which she must satisfy their every fetish.While my current focus is on stories featuring (in order of frequency) erotic combat, wet and messy, action-adventure and tickling, I’m open to anything which turns me (and hopefully you) on. I dabble in sex games and BDSM. I have published two novellas set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and even one featuring a sentient sex robot.At present, I’m developing a Patreon page showcasing erotic combat vignettes: www.patreon.com/JasonPinasterPlease feel free to contact me at [e-mail] And don’t forget to click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. Cheers!

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Rebel Club A Sexy-B Female Wrestling Story © 2023 by Jason Pinaster

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Table of Contents

Other Pinaster Stories

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Back Notes

Copyright Notice

Work of Fiction Notice

Cover Credits: Many thanks to FightPulse

Acknowledgements

Some of Jason Pinaster’s Other Erotic Wrestling Stories:

Oya

Nitro Nancy

Dodge Ball

Motivating Larry

Jobber Girl

Grapevine Agony

Belly Punched

Lusting After Larry

Time to Submit?

Fi vs Riley

Payoff

Grapevine Squeeze

Tickle Time

Willpower

Max Comes Back

The Gambler

Switching Eyes

Ngolo

And for exclusive wrestling content, please follow me at https://www.deviantart.com/jasonpinaster

Rebel Club

Chapter One

If I’d learned anything as the result of being the Vice President of the Ladies’ Club, it had been to take what you wanted. And right now, I wanted Roger. We were both stretching at the Sexy-B Fetish Wrestling Emporium and so far we had the gym to ourselves.

Roger had long brown hair, so dark it was almost black. Bending over to stretch had mussed it up but that just made him sexier. Hair on his chest and in a line going down to and past his belly button; bushy eyebrows; and the beginnings of a full beard complimented the hair atop his head. His skinny physique and soft hands made it clear that he’d never done a day of physical labor in his life. All in all, Roger looked like a southern European black-sheep playboy. His only clothing was a pair of dark grey trunks which were thin enough to be underwear.

Today I was wearing black lingerie, a thick but lacey bra and matching panties, both low cut. Usually I’d wear a bikini, but today’s trip to the gym had been unplanned and spontaneous.

What’s say you wrestle me? I asked. Sometimes I paid my opponent since paying gave me more control. Usually Roger would have to pay. Today I intentionally left the issue of who was going to pay whom, or whether this would be a freebie, up in the air.

He dug his thumb into the muscles of his upper right arm as if massaging it. I don’t know, Jax. I’m still recovering from wrestling Nancy last week.

Nitro Nancy could be a little rough. I’ll be gentle, I said.

Gentle for Jax? Or ‘gentle’ as the rest of the world uses the word?

I put my hand flat, palm down, and rocked it back and forth. A little bit gentle, a little bit Jax.

Roger took a moment to consider the issue, then asked: Five rounds?

I nodded. No injury. Tap out on pain to concede the round.

Any stakes?

Winner gets to choose a forfeit.

Sexual?

If that’s what the winner wants.

He nodded. Okay, you’re on.

I bent forward in the wrestler’s ready posture.

His right eyebrow slid up his forehead. Roger had probably thought we would set a date and time to wrestle. Just let me finish my stretches, he said.

He stepped back out of my range and bent down to touch his toes. I wandered behind him to inspect his tiny yet ever so cute ass. I made sure that my bra was properly cupping my breasts and that my pony tail was pulling my blonde hair up and tight to the back of my head.

When Roger straightened up, he bent forward into the wrestlers’ ready stance so I charged right at him. He landed awkwardly, face-first on the mats. I stood over him, wondering whether I should drop myself onto his spine. As he lay there, ripe for the picking, I was already regretting my promise to be gentle.

Roger stirred and I shuffled forward, placing my legs on either side of his head. He started to get up and, when he rose to all fours, the back of his neck ended up right between my legs. I clamped my thighs around him and when I crossed my ankles, I could feel my muscles squeeze against the soft of his throat. He tried to pry my legs apart but I grabbed a finger from each hand and pulled them away.

Tap, I told him, "or I’ll squeeze your