Colpo di Fulmine

[BlackAkuma]

As the two walked, Dizzy took care to get close, but not too close, to Rachel. Not so close that she was constantly banging around or hitting the woman, but close enough that she could have ‘accidents’ from time to time. A brushing of the finger, a tap of the hips, a grazing of those delectable thighs. Touch, mouth an apology, back off, but then gravitate inward again and restart the process - it was a game she’d played often, and she’d mastered the craft.

That wasn’t to say she wasn’t listening to what Rachel was saying. She was a good multitasker, especially when it came to sharing her space with sexy women. The talk about ‘ghettos’ drew her in.

She playfully ducked under the helicopter spin, then moved back into her ideal range. ”We actually kind of invented ghettos, fun fact. Or not, well, ‘fun’, but you get what I mean. Won’t bore you with the history.” She had an uncle who was more than happy to bore her with it every time she saw the guy, no need to pay that forward. ”But I probably don’t know too much more about Italy than you do. I’ve only been there a handful of times, as far as I can remember. Most of my life’s been on tour with my Mom, doing the ‘traveling indie wrestler’ thing. I think…” Dizzy did a quick inventory, her eyes shifting about as she ran a mental tally. “Yeah, I’ve actually lived in Japan longer than anywhere else, now, which is…kind of wild. Huh.”

She shrugged and pondered it a bit, as the thought really only had occurred to her just now. Japan was where her first and only social circle was, where she’d trained and made a living, where she’d finally put down something resembling roots - if there was anywhere she could call ‘home’, this would be it.

But enough about her, conversations needed to be give and take, and Dizzy needed to show interest if she wanted interest to be shown back. And she was a little curious, genuinely. ”Chicago - I know you’ve got Bulls there because of the basketball team, and I know you’ve got great cheesesteaks, though I’m not 100% sure what a cheesesteak is. And I feel I might be confusing that with something else, too.” She gave an apologetic shrug. ”America’s one of the few places I’ve never been. Do want to go, someday. I hear the scenery’s something else.” She gave Rachel another quick, hungry look, just a flash of desire, before she softened back into friendly territory.

”So, what sort of matches are you trying to get into?” She kept her tone innocent enough, but she suspected they both knew what she was poking at. If she was a ‘fan’ of Dizzy’s then that was a clear tell on what her interests were, but she wanted some verbal confirmation.

[DSX93]

"Ooh, my bad." Raven laughed when Dizzy ducked underneath her. She didn't care for how close the girl was hovering, though. Her personal space was something she didn't like to give up like that, but she pretended not to be bothered. It took her back to her days working at Hot Topic, letting her boss do much the same thing. Letting the woman get her her little touches in. The gropes and quick embraces. It got her extra money, an Assistant Manager position, a blind eye or deaf ear when a customer made the mistake of getting on her nerves, and the head wasn't bad either, so she had herself that Coke and a smile and went along with it.

And she's only become a better liar and actress since then.

And she's become a little bit jealous of Dizzy after that mention of the life she's spent on the road. She would've loved to have something like that. Not just a mom that gives a damn, but one that she could go on the road with the whole world over, wrestling here and there. Or even is it's just kept at home...That sounds like the life.

"That's Philly you're thinkin' of with the cheesesteaks. Over in Chicago, we've perfected the deep dish pizza." One of her favorite cheat meals. Light cheese, pepperoni, extra sausage...Always a good choice. "I don't know how it compares to y'all's original recipe for pizza in general, but in my years of eatin' the stuff, I'd say it's a good effort. If we both have a show back home, I could bring you along to try a pie." She did the same thing as Dizzy here, though her flash came with a look that solidified her place as the huntress between the two, holding promises of the dominance she seeks from her women.

And as for her question? "Anything that allows the use of handcuffs, rope, and other goodies." She turned to Dizzy with that huntress stare, taking a step towards her. And another. And another, until the brunette's back was against the nearby wall. "I like it kinky."

[BlackAkuma]

Ah, Philly Cheesesteak, that was right. She’d heard of them before, but never actually had one. Supposedly they were delicious, though she couldn't see the appeal, just on the face of it. Cheese on a steak seemed…weird. Then again, that seemed to be a common theme with American cuisine, in her experience.

But Dizzy liked to keep open mind of things, so she was down to sample one, misgivings be damned. She’d try anything once. Or anyone. Especially when that one was a particularly hot gothic bombshell.

”I’ll hold you to that.” She looked up at the taller woman, noting that hunger in her look, a flash of aggression, the familiar tones. Nothing new to her, she’d been in this role before. Rachel was the hunter, she was the prey, a dynamic she was intimately familiar with and would happily excel at.

In a place like LAW, Dizzy expected things to escalate quickly, but even she was taken aback when the woman made her move, turning into her and backing her up against the nearest wall. She smacked against it, gasped in shock - and then came the moan, the smile, the wild flicker in her eyes. It was replaced soon enough with her innocent mask, only dropping the act long enough to let Rachel know that this attention was very much appreciated.

”Do you? I couldn't have guessed.” Dizzy reached around Rachel’s body and slid down her hips, grazed along that delectable thigh, all while her gaze roamed over the woman’s body and came to a stop at those eyes. Those mesmerizing eyes. ”And you don’t waste time, either. Direct.” She chewed on her lip, biting back her mischievous grin. ”What comes next?”

[DSX93]

The corner of Raven's lips curled upwards into a dark, dangerous, yet alluring smirks. The kind that made it clear: She's one of those girls your mother warns you about. She's bad news. You know that. But damn, do you wanna try her anyway.

She was a simple, straightforward woman when it comes to these things.

"We cut the bullshit, that's what comes next." Her creamy, alabaster hands found Dizzy's hips, and that same delectable thigh would find its way between her legs, pressing more than firmly against her nethers, no doubt getting little Italian all sorts of tingly inside. Right now, Raven was exactly what was tattooed on her left shoulder: A black widow. Her prey had been found. It had been more than happy to jump right into her web. And she lifted it right into her maw. High enough to allow her better access to her, eliminating the need to bend for it.

But she wouldn't eat right away. That answer wasn't complete. "You want this. I want this." Her tone was thick with heat. Smoldering. One hand would gliiiide up that petite body of hers. From her hip to her flat stomach, slowing across one of her modest breasts..."It's as good as booked the moment I'm signed onto After Dark."

...Threatening to squeeze around her neck, but finally settling at the back of her head, seizing a handful of fine brown hair. "But why don't we get a taste of each other right now?" And then those black lips claimed Dizzy's. There was not a shred of intimacy to this. Just pure hunger.

Again, it's been a while. And she'd feel it, along with a little steel ball when her tongue came out to play.

[BlackAkuma]

Fuck, Dizzy loved LAW. Where else in Japan - no, fuck that, the entire world, could you strike up a conversation with a woman and be making out with her in public within two minutes, tops? Nowhere. That sort of behavior wouldn’t fly in polite society. But within these walls, nothing was taboo, nothing was off limits.

The perfect place for women like her. Women like Rachel. Women who knew what they wanted when they saw it.

Dizzy provided some resistance when Rachel came forward and slid her thigh in - not much, just enough to make her work for it, to make her exert some force when she pressed in and those sweet leg brushed against her lap for a rough grind. Her body arched, her muscles tensed, and she had to fight the natural urge to give in and simply melt. Tempting, but not as tempting as it would be if Rachel had to make an effort.

There was that hand, roaming all over her body. Exploring. Claiming. Rachel was brash, taking liberties without a care in the world, as if Dizzy’s flesh was hers to claim without a word. Some - most, even - would’ve been offended, outraged, but not her. They shared the same hunger and knew their roles.

”You-” Dizzy’s words were cut off when that same hand came to her throat for a quick squeeze, making a blissful shudder run through her. She would’ve liked more of that, but what she got instead was so much better, as Rachel brought their lips together for a primal kiss, one that had her sending moans down the woman’s throat. Her arms slipped around her lover’s body, exploring everything could find, lingering on the muscles. Her body eased up, a silent invitation for her to do her worst. Or best.

Sheer, total bliss.

So, of course, her mother had to show up and ruin it.

Dizzy’s dreamy eyes shot open with sheer panic when she spotted her mother’s Corolla making its way around the building, close enough to be seen with her seeing them, but not for much longer. With a deep, guttural groan of frustration, she pushed Rachel away - or tried to, at least. Rachel definitely had the size advantage to hold her in place if she wanted.

”Fuck, fucking fuck, fuck!” She slipped away and hurriedly straightened up, smoothing out her clothes and wiping the sweat away. ”It’s my Mom. Fuck, shit, figlio di puttana…”

She abruptly spun back around Rachel’s way. ”Say, can you do me a solid?” She brushed some of her hairs out of the way and put on her cutest smile, just as her mother’s car came to a stop nearby. ”Just act like we met in the gym, like we had a little workout together. It’ll make things easier, trust me.” She flashed a quick glance at Rachel's legs again, then back up, with hints of a Cheshire grin. ”I’m good at repaying favors, if it helps.”

[DSX93]

Looks like she's dealing with a brat.

Dizzy's resistance was more of a preview. A little push here. The beginnings of protest there as Raven took what was hers for the moment. A full-body push back, pressing her superior weight up against the petite thing shut that right down. One hundred and forty-five pounds of muscle blended beautifully with statuesque curvature squeezed her into the wall behind her, sending a clear message: "You ain't going nowhere unless I allow it." Raven liked to get rough, but she held back here. Both out of simple pragmatism and to keep to what she just said this was: A taste.

This wasn't entirely an act, though. She likes it when they fight.

As Dizzy's hands explored her, groping, squeezing, rubbing, kneading all of the most interesting spots she could find, coaxing more primal growls from the goth she-beast to meet those more dainty moans, her own remained settled where they were. The hand she had at her hip squeezed possessively at the modest curves, taking control and making her grind against the meaty thigh that was lifting her up.

A thin line of saliva would keep the women's mouths connected, however loosely as Raven broke the kiss. If Dizzy had enough left in the tank to pop one more time, she was gonna make it happen, and she wanted to see her face as she went over the edge.

"You what?" She fixed Dizzy with that devilish grin, challenging her to try to finish her thought. If Dizzy wanted to make her work, she'd show her a little something about what work is. Let's see her try to-

”Fuck, fucking fuck, fuck!”

She pushed, and Raven backed off. She's been in enough sneaky link situations to know that reaction, especially here. Neither one had given a damn about the passersby -- that they passed by really said a lot about the hookup culture in this place -- but Dizzy had seen The One coming. Raven straightened her clothes as well. She knew the drill: "Just a friend." "Nothing to worry about." She'd never been in a position to be hiding this shit from somebody's mom, though.

Another look at her legs. However she'd pay her back, it would likely involve them, Raven was certain. She'd mirror Dizzy's words with a conspiratorial grin before she turned and straightened up to play her role, "I'll hold you to that."

Alright. Let's meet the parent.

[BlackAkuma]

Angela was about 99.9% sure that Dizzy had been making out with that woman before she came along.

She recognized it the moment she pulled up and got a good look at both of them, seeing all the signs. Dizzy was smiling. She smiled a lot, she was always a happy child, but she had a way of smiling too much when she was trying to hide something.

She could take one look at whoever-this-was and figure that she was her daughter’s ‘type’. As much of a type as she had. While she didn’t want to know the details of Dizzy’s lovelife, it was impossible to ignore the patterns in the women she leaned towards, and the dark-haired beauty ticked off most of them. Fairly strong, built, not ashamed of showing off her body, gothic. At least the two of them seemed to be in the same age bracket - massive relief, that.

She brought the car to a stop as Dizzy approached, mentally preparing herself and forcing down certain instincts. Her daughter was a growing woman. She didn’t need to poke too much. Let her live her life. Make her mistakes.

Three, two, one. She was ready.

”Hey, honey.” She stepped out of the car and left it running as she leaned on the door, looking them over. Her gaze roamed over Dizzy’s companion, curious, before she turned back to her daughter. ”Made a new friend?”

”That I did.” Dizzy chirped, skipped over, and leaned on the hood of the car as she presented her acquaintance with all the flair of a car salesman. ”Me and Rachel met while I was working out. We hung out, she showed me a few things. She’s solid.”

”So I see.” A middleweight, she guessed, and put together well. ”Angela Belti, lovely meeting you. You’re new to LAW?”

Angela extended her hand, looking for a shake - a tight shake. She wouldn’t exert enough force to crush this woman’s hand or even cause real pain. Just enough to let her feel some of the power she could bring to bear, if she couldn't tell with the baggy red sweatshirt Angela had on at the moment. A hint of a warning. Just in case.

Habits die hard.