Private Indecency - Satsuki & Evelyn

[FreestylePoet]

"Nah, girl." She was murmuring right into Evelyn's ear now. As if this was their own private show, to which Satsuki was both conductor and audience. "I live on top of that." When the gates opened, she guided her partner through the property's winding twists and turns, each leading to the main building for no reason beyond indulgence. Modernity dotted the landscape. While flowers lined the roads in neat rows and low bushes, sculptures took the place of hedges. From unreasonably realistic statues to uninterpretable abstract pieces, each one must have been one of a kind.

Eventually, the motorcycle puttered into an underground garage, complete with a shuttered door and another security booth. Rows of expensive imports lined the lots, clearly unneeded to establish curb appeal up above. "Keep going," Satsuki urged as they slid down spiral ramp after spiral ramp. "And this," she declared proudly, sweeping her arm across a smaller, better-lit garage on the 6th floor, "is my floor. You were asking about my rides?" The vehicles on this floor rivaled those up above, with the obvious exception that all of them belonged to the same person.

"No need to park, at least not here. See that brass door?" Finally removing a hand from Evelyn's body, Satsuki fished around in her pockets. With the push of a button, the small doors in question opened up to reveal a plush interior. -- just large enough to comfortably fit a sleek motorcycle. A black metal floor gleamed below them as they drove in, and blue velvet surrounded them. "Thought I'd spring for a direct elevator," she explained. "Makes me feel like Batman when I can just go down to the bottom floor and take off."

The elevator started. Seconds stretched on, and Satsuki could only grin as she imagined Evelyn counting the floors that they were rising past. She patted her companion just underneath her navel before getting up. The Queen of Clubs sauntered in front of Evelyn and leaned on the elevator door. She rolled her hoodie's sleeves up coolly, then stuffed her hands in the kangaroo pockets. Just grinning dumbly at the woman in front of her, letting Evelyn soak in all the details of her flex in silence.

[Monsy]

“K-Keep going.” Evelyn’s throat contorted into a knot until no further words peeped. The opulence was devouring. So much laid in tangible view. Was she childish for wanting to poke them? At least to serve the itch that she’s touched it. Something about it makes her think that the metal would feel different, and she wondered if one of them were keyed, there would be gold like in the movie. It served her thoughts well as they downspiralled deeper into the complex.

“Ooooh, craaaaap. They’re so pretty! Woah.” Evelyn’s eyes flickered to gain a healthy and evenly distributed gander at each one. Who knew if she would ever be in this kind of situation again.

“Yeah. I gotcha.” Though she couldn’t lie about leaning back a bit the closer they got. The feeling like something was going to crash, their steering either being off or she’d go straight through the elevator was rushing. But once inside, she put her foot down and things seemed to settle down. It was like ebony gold, sapphires and amethyst walls. She can see her reflection on the wall, where she stared intently. ‘Is this really my evening?’

“It’s…” Evelyn rolled her bottom lip in.
“Wow. Am running out of words to say how cool this is.” A hand rubbed her nape, glancing over to Satsuki with a tint of pink, then looking down and around all over again. She sighed. Then this radiant beam of a smile bloomed as she laughed shortly, “It’s totally Batman.” A finger started fiddling with her hair, “So, Satsuki. What do you do? Other than wrestling. You must be quite amazing if you managed to become the one percent, yeah?”

[FreestylePoet]

"Tooootally Batman." Up to and including leaping around in black spandex, but that wasn't exactly a story for good company. While she would've loved to regale Evelyn with the thrilling tales of a gentlewoman thief, it wasn't worth overplaying her hand. Not when she was so close to the evening's true prize. Satsuki giggled at their compliment, pulling her companion into the apartment by the wrist.

More modernity faced the pair of them now. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a picturesque view of Tokyo on one end of the suite, and the top half of the adjacent wall was also glass. Just before the corner of the two windowed walls, an overlay at the top of one window displayed the current time and weather. On the other side, finished mahogany imposed a vertical cliff before an upper-floor loft that lined much of the large central room. One loft-front wall had a kitchen recessed into it, while the other had a minibar. Sparse furnishings dotted the living area: A couch, a dining table, a massive mounted television, each at the pinnacle of production.

"Amazing, huh?" A twirl was next, clumsy though it was due to Satsuki's inexperience with the finer forms of dancing. She lightly flung Evelyn out of her orbit and towards a fine leather couch, squared at all corners and geometric in its sections. "I like the sound of that. Lemme ruminate on that for a sec, though, while I pour us that red you were so excited about."

She quickly ducked behind a bar that was carved into the lower supporting wall of a loft. A collection of reds and whites laid chilled, ready for serving. But which one? France was too cliche, California was too new, Portugal was too niche. Finally, her finger landed on an older vintage from Germany. She pulled it out of the cooler, humming with satisfaction. "What do I do outside of wrestling? Nothing much, really." Satsuki poured the wine out into two glasses and made her way to the couch to offer the glass Evelyn had requested but an hour ago. "Would you believe me if I said I just played poker? Some pretty high-stakes poker, but I tend to win more than I lose. A lot more."

[Monsy]

“Wooooahhhhh…”

This wasn’t the first expensive house she had the luck to be dragged to.
But it was the first one up this high. Glass that danced with life, a loft like a modern Queen’s bastion, the wood so vivid, she almost smelled spring. Kitchen for your pleasantries, just framing looking out and seeing Tokyo as they prepped up the meal of champions. The bar as well, its atmosphere created a dome of stimuli, one would think it sugar for the eyes. Evelyn had stumbled in first, but she was now slowly turning her head everywhere, looking around, sinking in everything.

“Huh…” Though she was blown around on her feet like a gentle breeze, she followed the momentum, rode it and came to the geometric touch. Her palm pressed against it, feeling the cushion, its elasticity and the overall coolness. Admittedly, it felt nice from having your hands chilled whilst riding a motorcycle. The nips on the fingertips were about the only downside. Still, there were a few odd thoughts she wondered. Was this a new acquisition of some kind? Things almost seemed too spotless. Hm…

“Ok, this is pretty kickass”. Nodding as Satsuki went off to fix their wine. “Glass that tells the time and weather has to be the most rich thing I’ve seen in forever. It’s ridiculous… But kinda cool?” She talked, more-so openly to herself to nibble on the time. Once she sat down and rested her back against the cushion, she fixed on her hair and padded out wrinkles in her shirt, as well as checked her fingernails and pockets.

Satsuki coming around, almost too soon, caught her while looking at her legs, “P-Poker?” Her thoughts choked, but once she received the glass inside her hand, she was able to re-group, “Hmmm. I guess I can. High-stakes gambling seems so scary, but I think that's part of the point, huh? I played a bit back home with the girls, though with pocket change and little stipulations. Never won, but I was good at bluffing, just shit luck I guess..”

[FreestylePoet]

She tried to picture it: Evelyn, casting off her bubbly giggles and murmured flirting in favor of a chipping up. Or perhaps hiding behind those very weapons to disarm the big stack. Either way, the Evelyn in her head always left home games with some trinket or another. A pair of panties here, a coupon to Bed, Bath, and Beyond there. Trophies, truly, to compare with the ones on Satsuki's walls.

Satsuki's own hum brought her back to reality, back to the Evelyn she was actually faced with. By now she had perched on the couch, both legs curled onto the leather and an arm propping on the back. She sipped her wine, watching for a reaction on the other's face when she took one of her own. "Scary is relative." Satsuki shrugged. "Gangsters aren't so bad once you get used to them. Graduating to drunken CEOs was nothing. What's a million-yen ante when you're almost guaranteed to double up?"

Satsuki hummed. "I wonder, though. Any of us could be a royal flush away from..." She waved around, summoning at once the high glass walls and luxury pieces dotting the apartment. "What would you do with it?" She leaned closer, crooked brows daring Evelyn. The taste of oaken wine whiffed through the corners of her mouth. "Money. Power. Fame. Whatever currency you deal with. If you lucked into it right now... What would you do?"

[Monsy]

Relative huh. She can nod to that. A silent ‘true’ as Satsuki went on, from Gangsters to drunken CEOs -- calculating a million yen to US. Chunks of student loans, your part-timers yearly salary played on like dimes. She never heard it talked so casually. To inflate themselves, sure, trust fund kids and the occasional businessman looking to score -- but put like this? It had a fun ring. Yeah, just fifteen grand. No big.

She sipped on her wine meanwhile, popped her eyebrows. Certainly new. She went for seconds, glancing at Satsuki meanwhile. “What would I…” Evelyn mumbled under her breath, taken back by the sights. Bedecked in splendours beyond her imagination puts a twinkle in her eye. Hum. You can say. That having these in a room just made it seem so human. Riches are often earths away from us, but now, you can straight up touch it. "Hmm..."

Evelyn relaxed into the couch, looking up as if star gazing, looking around, full view, somewhat slowly as to sink this in, then come back around and settle on Satsuki again.

“I’d get myself a place like this. Stand on a balcony, have a glass of this -- then try and get comfortable leaning on the edge so I can look down and see what it’s like to be a giant. But, long before I do that -- I’d get on a plane and fly first class from place to place and end up somewhere like… The Canary Islands.”

[FreestylePoet]

"The Canary Islands..." She'd never been there. Come to think of it, she hadn't been many places. Satsuki hadn't traveled as much as a woman of her means should. Things just moved so fast. From bottom to top in Osaka, then to Macau, then back to Tokyo. Perhaps a spoil of victory to enjoy at some point, but too much fruit hung low before her. "Maybe some day."

Satsuki sighed, more of a yawn than anything. Then she pulled a leg, languid yet taut, over Evelyn's lap. The rest of her slid over soon after, straddling the American woman. Her free hand tap-tap-tapped away in thought as she looked past Evelyn Fallanger. Then her eyes fell back on her. "'Some day.' Desire's a funny thing, isn't it?" She took another sip, slow so as to savor her wine. "We dream and we wonder of all the things we might reach 'some day.' We look past a lot of other things we want. Even when those things might be..." She tipped her glass, slipping its rim just up to Evelyn's lips. The deep red ichor inside would play at the edge of Evelyn's senses. "Right in front of you."

Drink or no, a long few seconds would stretch before she pulled the glass away. Satsuki herself leaned in to replace it. "Evelyn. Right now, in this moment... What do you want? Say it, and who knows? You just might get it."

[Monsy]

America seemed like a whole universe at one point. Getting older only emphasized it. First, it’s your room. The backyard is the outskirts of your world, and the schoolbus is interstellar. Grow up just a little, and it’s your neighbourhood. City district. The city. Then she leaves the nest and finds a rose luring her from state to state in stressful but rewarding trips. Wrestling tours. And then it grows. Rapidly. LAW comes knocking, and suddenly, while foreign countries are still fantasy, they always seem so impossible. She learned how easy it was to actually move around, if she tried. Doing her best got her here, no? So why the Canary Islands.

And it’s in that warm feeling that she had a visitor into her personal space. Evelyn kept her arms close on her front. One arm under the bust, with the palm holding the opposite elbow, and her wine sipping arm propped and kept laying across the forearm, glass up. They had a fine way of bringing the wonder back here. The little cluster of what ifs, wrapped up and tangled, where pulling a strand hitched on another idea. Shall I?

Pondering. Pondering. And then there’s a wine glass right in front of you. The vintage touches the nose, and she follows, with a delicate teaspoon taste. More would catch on her lips to look glossy, and by the time she might’ve pulled back to wipe it, Satsuki Hayano had her on the spot. She was… Really pink. Evelyn raised a brow and tilted her head a tad, looking just slightly up at Satsuki. Her wine glass switched arms and she placed it on a glass table beside the sofa, still keeping her glance. Then she mustered up a warmer smile, and sighed. “Would it be okay if I didn’t juuuust yet?”

Putting the bow on it was easy. Her head was already tilted and Satsuki was right there. She just needed to move in, make a little gamble herself and touch on Satsuki’s lips with her own, with a sweet bit of wine left over. One hand laid on its side on Satsuki’s thigh, with her middle finger tracing up and down. Another went for Satsuki’s wine glass, cupping around the body to see if she’ll let go and place it on the table too.

[FreestylePoet]

That was okay. That was more than okay. Actions spoke louder than words, and here, even the softest kiss was a scream to the heavens. Satsuki's body opened at instinct to the pair of touches. The finger along her leg widened the pair, and the fingers locking with her own sent the wine glass on a gentle one-way trip to the nearest table. Tonight was a bidding war on the green felt battlefield. All day, Satsuki had called and checked. The stakes built and built, until the house of chips had threatened to come tumbling down at a moment's notice. Now came the ambitious raise by Evelyn, and like any good poker player, Satsuki was ready to pounce.

They tasted each other for seconds stretching into days, until the kiss finally broke. There was only a second to flash Evelyn hooded eyes before Satsuki leaned in once more. This kiss was deeper, more urgent, and it bled into another and another. She slid forward in the American's lap and pressed her body against its sister with fervor. There were little movements here and there, maybe a roll of her hips or an arch of her back. One arm hooked around Evelyn's neck while the other laid a palm on her shoulder. Her thumb drew circles across Evelyn's collarbone.

All the while, she would listen. She would listen for the telltale hum of a moan at a fingerpad well-placed. She would listen for the rumble of skin across leather as Evelyn sought the couch as an anchor. Most of all, she would listen for the sounds her shame begged her to hold onto. Every hidden squeak, every swallowed gasp. The noises would draw a map of Evelyn's pleasure. One Satsuki intended to follow.

"Mm. B-Bedroom," she sighed between pecks. "My bedroom. Upstairs?"

[Monsy]

Evelyn felt; thus moved. There was no dice involved nor itch of risk unless the bubble burst. But it flowed. One, two, three, from the wine glass, urgency and touch. It bubbled on her conscious with the dopamine of a good rom-com movie, where all could be sweet, ignited -- and the moments following turn to pure candy. One candy piece into another, like Halloween, with its warmth and bits of sugar, driving her higher up the wall, encouraging with every ounce of energy, driving her heart rate to unhealthy levels. Faster. More.

Her hand had slipped around Satsuki’s waist and spread across her mid-back, right beneath the hemline. It held, then tugged, with each roll and slick arch. Evelyn made herself tall, sitting up against the sofa’s back, then trying to push, increment and inch closer, then pulled on their back so she brought herself in. All the while, her second played idle on the couch’s arm, but that came in too, reaching in and cupping a cheek.

It made her breathy. The long hike kind, where she was huffing out her nose and every connection was another step, gasp, then chuff as she tried sucking in and exhaling too fast. Her collar was a good space too. It touched a spot, tingled in her neck, and tightened her throat. By the time they slowed, the lungs weighed heavy and she moaned once in a deep exhale, catching herself to answer on rhythm.

“O-Ok. Hold on.”

Now this was a conscious dice roll. Can she get them up? Can she get up? Her gym visits say yes, but in the recesses of her head, she thought about it deeply. Dropping them and turning this situation into something awkward. Or, angry even. It took two seconds to solve. One, and two -- Evelyn leaned in, her chin placed by their ear, arms underneath Satsuki’s ass, squeezing and Evelyn sucked in deep to concentrate, then push. It worked -- but made her grunt. She began to walk, slowly at first, “Guide me.” then moved faster. Her tone took on more confidence now that she had it, riding the wave. She followed the wall and approached the steps that went towards the loft. It was in plain view, seeming obvious and knowing Satsuki would say something if it was wrong. She trusted her here.

But the steps brought a different challenge. She couldn’t see her feet. And while that was fine in most situations -- these were new steps. The gap wasn’t coded into muscle memory. So, when she reached the fourth step, her toes clipped the edge and her upper-half suddenly jerked forward.