Private Indecency - Satsuki & Evelyn

[FreestylePoet]

Satsuki Hayano had held many obsessions over the course of her life. Of course, there were games like poker and mahjong, which had served as her gateway into the lifestyle she led now. She'd picked up other things over the years, from competitive gaming to freerunning to even a spot of phantom thievery. Nowadays, she was pouring all her efforts into climbing the ladder in LAW.

But the common through-line between all of these was an obsession in and of itself, one that held a special place in her heart -- Satsuki's incessant desire to be better than her peers.

Her match against Claudia Augustina had shown Satsuki that she still had a ways to go. Claudia's experience had exposed her own shortcomings as a wrestler, plain as day. But more than that, her showdown with the Symbol of Love had given her a taste of lewd combat in its rawest form. Satsuki had stepped up to the plate and offered herself as the ultimate wager -- but was found wanting.

That wouldn't do. So, as she would to better any other aspect of her fighting ability, Satsuki went to LAW's impressive gymnasium. As with many things, though, she didn't just want to go about it the easy way. Surely, she could find a sparring partner for a hentai match, and she was never wanting for a casual hookup, thanks to her countless hours spent in nightclubs perfecting that little song and dance.

But Satsuki didn't want a sparring partner or a hookup. She wanted a training dummy.

And some time ago, she'd found one. A pretty little number with white hair and purple eyes, not to mention a body that would make for a wonderful canvas upon which to practice her nascent art. With the players decided, then, it was time for Satsuki to start the first phase of their game. It wouldn't be enough to just approach her and flirt the girl into her bed. After all, desire was a core part of seduction. Indeed, she wanted to make that girl hers, wholesale in body and mind. If only for one night.

Instead, Satsuki had spent the last several weeks planting the seeds. Intentionally getting caught sneaking a glance at her quarry from across the gym. Then looking away with a pink-faced giggle, like a schoolgirl on a playground. Then being actually sneaky, observing her in the minutes and hours that followed to gauge her reaction.

Today, she had just finished her workout -- a grueling half-hour session of hopping up one of the gym's rock-climbing treadmills while wearing wrist and ankle weights. Satsuki didn't even mean to run into the girl, but there she was. She repeated the motions, glancing at her before looking away and burying her face in her towel.

Beneath the wicking fabric, she smirked deviously. Was today the day her curiosity would get the best of her? The day Satsuki's sirens song might finally be heard?

Satsuki Hayano, the Queen of Clubs

[Monsy]

Every crevice of Evelyn’s being was a fuel tank that absorbed the attention of all kinds. How did she began her career here earned her that spring that gave exactly what she desired. Even if she loathed the method, perhaps deep down, she relished in its reward. From then on, she marched into defeat and came out shoulders on the canvas… But her head held high, knowing she did something. She got better. Perhaps twenty percent better, perhaps then, and sometimes, perhaps only one percent. But that’s all she wanted. And here was the place that made it happen. In a white crop-top and black gym shorts. Cardio was her favourite. The treadmill let her run like a deer, faster and faster until her legs ate themselves from the inside out. And her heart roared from her chest, almost trying to get out, and she could hardly breathe, almost like her dry throat swelled.

When she stopped for that well-earned five minutes, she’d find some eyes. They were easy to spot. Hair like a sunbathing pink peony. That giggle was so contagious, she bit her lower lip to keep from repeating it. Her smile, though, couldn’t be helped. She’d mount whatever cardio machine and raced her heart’s flutter into submission, glancing at them, then looking away. Then when she went home that night, she opened a notebook while lounging on her black sofa and wrote about it. That’s when she let herself giggle. However, lately, she started walking away after catching them. The same reaction as before, but only that she’d retreat around a corner, face a mirror used to check one’s form while lifting weights and wave. “Hi, I’m Evelyn…” Her head shook, then she finger-gunned the mirror. “Hey. Name’s Fallacy. Sup, honey?” Her facial features tightened after that. “God I suck…Guhhh, I’m usually fine with people…” She went home that night…

It was the next gym session that Evelyn bit this insurmountable bullet. When they looked at her again, Evelyn too timed her to break to match there’s; she kept at a slow walk prior to maintain her ability to talk without labour. A hand reached up, fixed her hair and twiddled some strands over her finger. Her bottom lip was bitten again, this time on the inside, and she approached to the detriment of every scream in her head to stop. She stopped right in front of them, looking left to right, then them, only them now. “H-Hey… Hi… Um... Are you... Busy?”

[FreestylePoet]

With her bait set, Satsuki finished with her towel and replaced it with her water bottle, taking deep, grateful chugs. More than a few drops splattered onto her chest, but she didn't mind. If anything, it might enhance the "casually sexy" look she hoped to give off.

"Mm?" At hearing a stammered voice, she hummed into her water. The quenching bottle was dropped from her lips, and her breath hitched at the sight of the fit woman before her. That slight gasp came out of many things: Appreciation for her beauty, surprise at having her efforts finally pay off, unrelated tiredness from her workout, and many more. Though how this newcomer interpreted it was up to her.

Satsuki beamed at the other woman. "Busy...? If it's you asking? Never." A giggle, light and airy, bubbled from her lips. "Sorry for lookin' your way so much, by the way." She scratched at the back of her head and fired off a casual yet sheepish grin. "I know it's, like, this big gym faux-pas, but... I'm kinda new here. Only been wrestling for a few months. And I couldn't help but notice that you really seem to know what you're doing! It shows, the way you move your body."

Praising, suggestive words, but they were delivered without so much as a glance at the other woman's arms, legs, or chest. Just a pure, honest gaze into her counterpart's eyes. Satsuki wanted no ambiguity as to the honesty of her words -- they were for her, not her body... though they were still laden with that insinuation of attraction. A cocktail of contradictions that could only befit a sudden gymnasium meet-cute.

"Oh, where are my manners?" she giggled cheekily. "I'm Satsuki. Satsuki Hayano." She offered her hand: A first tether that would connect them this night. If only the other girl would take it.

[Monsy]

They could say no wrong to make her smile in the end. Words of praise seemed scarce to someone who only lost. Who deserved that? Praise for losing. Rather, if they knew about her performance, would they even say such things? Likely not. But this is what it was, and she’d leave with a pink cheek and lopsided smile, almost like a full-blown toothy grin was chained up inside. Her gaze flicked down every so often, with the ceiling lights reflecting its shimmer off Satsuki’s chest. Not long, though, for Evelyn Lies Fallanger would be damned if she gets deemed a pervert.

“Satsuki… Hayano… That’s … Oh! You’re the one who had your debut against Vanessa Vixen, right? Good job on winning, girl, you really showed her with that one move, ah, what’s it called… Splash the pot! Yeah!... Oop- S-Sorry, am a fan.” A hand combs back her hair behind her ear, “A-Ah, right, handshake...” She reached out and took their hand within hers, giving it a few light shakes, unknowing whether she squeezed too hard to be crude or too little to seem weak. “Evelyn Fallanger, but most people know me by Miss Fallacy. And I don’t mind the stares, really, if you’ve ever seen me in my ring gear.” She garnished her words with a wink. Her left hand settled on her hip, and she leaned on it, the other left to drape. “Speaking of ring gears… I don’t think I’ve seen anyone wrestle in sweat pants like you do. Isn't it... hot?"

[FreestylePoet]

Surprises were hard to come by for Satsuki. So when Evelyn expressed a familiarity with her, the resulting quirk of her eyebrows was authentically pleased. Even so, her growing notoriety hadn't seemed to tick off the white-haired beauty. If this "Miss Fallacy" had sensed any malice or threat from her previous matches, she didn't show it. In fact, Evelyn seemed to welcome peeking between the veneer of the ring, if her introduction was any indication.

"Evelyn..." Her lips, soft and airy, tried on the name as if it were a new winter coat. Finding it sufficiently warm, she smiled, gladly mirroring her counterpart by brushing her own pink locks behind an ear. "Admittedly, I don't watch as much LAW as I should." The curves of her lips turned subtly more impish as she went on. "But maybe I'll start, just to check out that gear of yours. As for my own attire? They're more like leisure pants, so they're pretty hot, just not in the way you'd think."

She winked, as if to punctuate her suggestive volley. But without giving Evelyn even a moment to catch her breath, she continued. "By the way, when do you think you'll be done here? I just finished up my workout, and I was thinking of picking up some frozen yogurt. It's technically got a lot of protein, right?" If her previous flirtations hadn't sent Evelyn's heart into a tailspin, then perhaps this invitation -- casual in its delivery but loaded with infinite possibilities -- would do the trick.

"So, whaddaya say -- wanna hang?"

[Monsy]

Sexy or sweaty. Sexweaty. Err… Swexy? Hm, no, better not ponder that, let alone mention such a thing. So she nodded and returned the wink, “I getcha, loud and positive…” As a passing remark, varnished by a snap finger gun to bury the conversation of swexy leisure pants. That quippy hand vestiges on her hip that she leaned on, capped off by a lopsided smile. The inside of her mouth being bitten to hold the other curl straight. “Oh? U-Um…” But the mention. Heesh, was it sudden. She looked down to her feet, well, feet and breasts, and fumbled, with a pinkening match striking across her cheeks. It was warm inside her throat.

“U-Uhmm…” More cardio or yogurt. Cardio. Calories. Protein. Err… Why is she cool? Get your head out of your ass, Evelyn; you’re here to train, not make friends. “Psh, yeah.” Fuck. Her mind started to sweat after that. At least her forehead already had a shine to sheath the new coat of lacker. Now she perked up, giving it another nod, then raising a finger in front of herself. “Buuuuut, I need to shower first and get my stuff.” The finger curled into the fist, with the thumb jutting out and pointing behind her shoulder, “Lets say we meet at the front in like… twenty minutes? Thirty? W-Whatever is comfortable for you, o-of course. I’m willing to bet you know exactly where the best froyo is.”

[FreestylePoet]

The chase was always a game of inches. A delicate tet-a-tet where the slightest misstep could make every ounce of effort go to waste. It was a dangerous game, even in the best of times, to say nothing of a more duplicitous pursuit such as hers.

Evelyn's casual, sidelong smirk was met by a tilt of Satsukis head and a curt smile of her own. The bite at the inside of her cheek, by an inward curl of Satsuki's bottom lip for a fidgety nibble. The cowed glance downward, by a glance off in the distance. Each subtle motion, a brief glimpse into the typically-opaque Queen of Clubs. Somewhat genuine in origin, as if Evelyn's nervous energy had worked its way into Satsuki's core. But chosen nonetheless to mirror its bashful counterpart while still being ever so slightly more present than Evelyn's. To comfort Evelyn in her flightiness, to assure her that, yes, it was definitely cool to be so damn uncool.

Her moves seemed to work, as Evelyn all but fell over herself to accept Satsuki's offer. "Hmm..." A dainty finger tapped where her lips met her chin. "Let's do half an hour, that way I can get a cooldown lap or two in and still have time to take a shower myself." She back-walked towards the track, flashing Evelyn a mischievous wink before setting off. "And remember: No peeking!"

Half an hour later, Satsuki had ran, showered, and changed. The middle of those two functions occurred in as close to a wide-open area as Satsuki could find in the communal locker rooms, without a care in the world for where Evelyn might have been. If she peeked, she peeked.

Spoiler

As promised, Satsuki stood outside LAW's main gym complex, leaning up against the wall as the sun started to go down. She tapped at her phone with a happy hum in her throat, waiting to see how Evelyn would roll up.

[Monsy]

Perhaps they misjudged.
Evelyn’s self-consciousness could be forgiven for thinking she’s stepping to someone outside her league. They seemed to speak with a sweet-smoothness like honey, and yet, Fallanger could only muster bitter sugar cubes in response. The slight respite was something she harvested to compose. It relaxed her shoulders and she could stop tensing her arms or fidgeting her fingers to find some sort of calming rhythm in this chaotic exchange. There was ease. And, for all her doubt, she earned herself a fun little outing. What could be better?! She nodded and continued to do so until the end, “Yep, sounds good wa-wait, n-no, I-I-I-I…” Warmth bathed her face and she stared wide-eyed, running images, squashing them, only to come back worse and brighten her hue. Her throat seemed to vanish of moisture and her hairline felt sweaty again. But they were gone. Evelyn looked down and face-palmed herself, “Guhhhhhhhhh….” Both hands joined the shame, and she walked, peeking between her fingernails to walk to the locker room and head for a shower. She always had a citrus-smelling soap bar with medium exfoliate grit to brush her skin. There wasn’t much of a worry as she stood underneath the showerhead, sprinkled by warm droplets that cascaded her nude body. “Can’t believe I came out of that alive… Am I a fool? Err… She’s like. Super perfect. God… Why am I thinking of that here? Why am I saying this out loud, how long did she say-EEK!” The soap bar slipped from her grasp and thunked the tile floor. She squealed, briefly, and was left panting before she slapped both her cheeks, mushing her mouth into fish-lips as she looked at her reflection off the wet tile. “Why er yew sach aaa rick.” The hands eased off and Evelyn bent over. “It’s just froyo, I’ll be fine…”

She ran five minutes late.
The little Fallanger in the mirror kept telling her to make adjustments. But now she emerged from those front doors, and her low-angled block heel shoes could finally taste the concrete. She sucked in the fresh air through her nose, closed her eyes, then eased it out, now walking forward, dressed in a simple white muscle shirt and baggy sweat pants. Much of it sagged and made her figure look blocky, except for her rump and chest. Her gaze travelled everywhere to find the woman of her hour, turning and waving from a small distance. “Hey, Hey. You been waiting long? Sorry if you were. I c-couldn’t find my towel.” She reached across and grabbed her other arm. “Soo. You know where to go?”

they're not exactly sweat pants but shut up, they are now >:|

[FreestylePoet]

It wasn't long until the promised hour arrived, and with it, her guest of honor. Eyebrows loosened and arched as Satsuki let her eyes rove over Evelyn's attire appreciatively. They were loose, casual fittings, much like her own. Still, they draped and hung at all the right places, highlighting two spots for Satsuki's gaze to linger. Momentarily at each, but brazen nonetheless. Two warning shots, fired across Evelyn's bow and stern.

Her head shook coolly, and her lips pursed amusedly to one side of her face. She slid her phone into her pocket and turned to meet Evelyn. "Nah. Feels good to get a bit of fresh air after a workout."

"But, uh, yeah, I got a place in mind. C'mon." With a nudge of her head, she set off across the hard-baked pavement, flashing Evelyn another million-watt grin as she passed by. LAW's parking lots were paradoxically insecure in their exclusivity. Their promotion did a good enough job of keeping the campus controlled to those without the proper credentials, but the upshot was that they were comfortable with a traditional parking lot setup rather than a more-secure garage.

While she'd heard stories of these asphalt fields being locales for ambushes in the past, today she used it to stalk a different sort of prey. She walked and walked, thumbing her pockets naturally as she went. No small talk would be offered to her beautiful companion, save for a few cheeky grins and waggles of the eyebrows that Satsuki tossed behind herself. All this to build up her anticipation -- or her nerves -- at what might come. To string her along in hopes of rousing a reaction when the payoff came due.

And that payoff would eventually arrive in the form of a motorbike, lording over a spot likely meant for a vehicle three-times its size. Cherry-red, with custom black trim and blazing scarlet lights. Shiny pipes and other metal accents adorned the sleek exterior, and a hand-stitched leather seat capped the center -- with just enough room, perhaps, for one-and-a-half people.

A thumb jutted out towards the bike as Satsuki turned to back-walk towards it. She grinned widely at Evelyn. "You ever ride before?"

[Monsy]

An assertive breeze carried her hair up like a hand-held fan, a swath swiped across her face in milk-strands, with her eyes peeking through the several gaps. A bundle arched over her top pursed-lip, nodding to their gesture and following along. She pinched the opposite end of her new moustache, fiddling with the tips while finger-combing the rest, sector by sector around her head. When Satsuki looked back, she swiped it down and tangled her hand into a bundle of knots. Evelyn had to bite her lip not to shed a quick tear; instead, she stuck her tongue out one time when she looked back, then returned to weaving this jungle she created.

The parking lot was long and followed the course of the gym and its red brick, and grey asphalt skirt, with a dumpster that leaked broken steel chairs, rusty railings on cement staircases and gridded windows that had yellow light piercing from them. She could hear distant cars and branches that wrestled in the soft sunshine’s exhale. The light was but a warm and sleep-inducing hug that made her eyes sparkle when she tilted her head up. And beyond her hair, there was always that radiant scent of grass. She knew it well and scoured every inch to find a four-leaf clover for a match. Not that she succeeded. But maybe she’d find one soon…

Evelyn closed her eyes, stretched her hands out, palms up and basked as they went on. She trusted they’d not lead her astray, and even if this place was a concentration for debilitating ambushes, it didn’t matter now. It was broad daylight, and she had a guardian angel. The feeling was heaven, life, was heaven, but she almost walked too far and bumped into her friend, stopping just two steps short before turning quickly to play it off. One hand cupped her chin and tilted, the other went under its elbow. “Hmmm.” Then it clicked, “Woooah, you.” Her finger pointed at Satsuki, then the bike, then Satsuki and the bike once again. Her head also switched in-between, always in the opposite place of her finger. “A-Ah, yeah! Actually.” That finger-combed back some hair over her hair and went back to combing as she nodded, “I sometimes rode with my dad when I was young. Annnnd one time when I had my bad boys phase… I never got quite used to it, though. Those sharp turns make me feel like I’m going to die, ya know? I just kinda. Tighten up and it’s like I got cat claws.”