They had been good friends for some time now. Their movie nights had become increasingly frequent ever since they broke up with their partners. They decided to go for a random action movie this time because all they wanted was to switch off their brains and enjoy some fast paced action.
“Wow. That was.... average.”
“Who cares? I liked the fact that they showed the scissor sequence. The girl knocking the guy out with her bare thighs was a treat to watch.”
“Haha. Unrealistic scenes are always the most fun. Especially when you can use it to sell ‘Girl Power!’ merchandise.”
“Oh you think a girl couldn’t do that for real?” She cocked an eyebrow.
“Well, if a guy and a girl wrestle, the guy will most likely win. And even if he loses, it wouldn’t be to some chick squeezing his head with her thighs. I mean, how unrealistic was that!” He almost laughed.
“Tell you what honey. Let’s go a few rounds. And I’ll have you tapping like a bitch while your head is between my thighs. How does that sound?” She winked.
“You know, let’s start off in that position. And I’ll get out of it to show you how easy it would be!” He moved over to the carpet and gestured her to come and get him into the hold.
“You do realise I work out, right? I mean it would be one thing if you challenged some regular chick. But my legs are strong.” she said, standing up and looking down at him.
“Yeah, I know that. But it wouldn’t matter. Come on, let’s see if you’re right... or not.”
She knew he’d be purple in two minutes. She knew what power her legs could produce. And she knew that he was probably not familiar with how strong scissor holds can be. But she thought it would be fun to teach him a little friendly lesson and she was on the mat. She rolled onto her side and grabbed his head by the hair, gently putting it between her thighs.
“You sure you ready for this?” she smiled.
“Oh just squeeze. I’ll tell you how ready I am when I break free from it.” he shot back.
And in the blink of an eye, her squeeze was on. She could see on his face that the power was more than what he had expected, and this was not even her maximum strength. She was probably squeezing with somewhere around 70% of her strength.
It started to become obvious to him. This was much more difficult than it looked, especially when you’re running out of breath and the blood flow is constricted in the head. He tried hard to pry her thighs apart but his arms were never going to be a match for her legs.
“Do you see it yet?” she chuckled, keeping steady at the 70% mark. He was beginning to go red in the face. His breath was starting to get harder. And she decided to go in for the kill. She bumped up the pressure to 90% and his eyes grew wide as he began to flail his legs and try even harder to pry her legs apart. But they wouldn’t budge. And now she went in for the knockout, squeezing more and watching him as he tried to break free, and then tap. But he had tapped only twice or thrice when his strength left him and he began to pass out. She could feel a power rush as she watched him go to sleep. She released her grip immediately and quickly crawled up to him.
“Are you okay?”
