Meanwhile, the rough blond continues to rub at Jordan's most sensitive areas with both of her hands.  Idly, as she speaks, the lamia begins to rub one of Jordan's thighs with her hand, softly stroking.  "Excellent work.  As you can see, she is unable to resist at all, giving the assailant free reign to toy with her body.  This can bring a match to a quick and effective conclusion."  She pauses for a moment, as the blonde pinning Jordan seems to be trying to be doing just that, working two fingers in and out, while her other hand rubs lightly at her clit.<br/><br/>Then, the lamia smiles lightly, her lips pursed.  "Tashia, stop."  She commands.  With one last stroke, the blonde's hands recede.  The lamia continues.  "Now, of course, if you don't just want to win the match, but become a house favorite, you'll need to do better than that.  As many of you no doubt know," The lamia pauses a moment, to give a knowing smile, "our organization wants our girls not only to find release, but to seek it, even beg for it.  Therefore, you may wish to touch your opponent thusly."  Leaning her sinuous body forwards, the lamia begins to stroke Jordan's most sensitive spots herself.  Her hands are skilled, her touch surprisingly gently, her fingers just a touch cold.  She teases more gently than the blonde, her touch exciting, and even more stimulating, but not quite enough to bring Jordan to orgasm.