Rough Start
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Rough Start
Three men stood before Sheila. None of them were fully clothed, all three of them were wearing some variation of a leather getup. Assless chaps, a codpiece that sort of thing. All of them at different levels of fitness, with the worst being a blubbery, bulging mess and the best being muscular six footer. They all wore masks, too, ones with zippers along the mouths to shut them up, if need be. Gimp masks? Sheila had seen Pulp Fiction once upon a time, she was pretty sure that was the right name for it. Whatever they were called, it made figuring out where they were from next to impossible, but somehow she got the impression they were from out of town. Different skin tones than anything she’d seen since she got off the plane two days ago, darker hues.
Whoever they were, whatever walks of life they came from, Sheila know two things they had in common: 1) they were big into BDSM and 2) they liked the way their mistress’ shoe tasted.
At least, Sheila assumed that the towering, leather-laden woman standing before them was their dominatrix. It seemed like a safe assumption, what with the way they were worshiping her like a pagan god, but maybe it wasn’t a good idea to assume anything with a wild place like this.
Sheila managed to peel her eyes away from that spectacle long enough to spin about and get a good look at La Siora in total, feasting her eyes on all the flesh that one of the biggest BDSM clubs in Japan had to offer. This wasn’t her thing, most often - she wasn’t against kink, far from it, but she just didn’t have much of a mind to experiment during sex. She liked a rough fuck, but she wasn’t about getting toys. Ropes and handcuffs and strap-ons and all that shite costed money, money she didn’t have much of, and it seemed like a lot of hassle just to make sex more awkward than it naturally tended to be. Coming here hadn't been her first choice, nor her second, not even her third - she’d stumbled on this little slice of hell after slipping into four different bars, none of which had the drinks and food she liked, were all too clean and way too quiet.
This place…wasn’t quiet, that was for damn sure, lots of heavy synth popping over the place with moans in the soundtrack. It was clean, but grimy at the same time, with black, painted walls and this hard wooden floor and chains all over the decor, working the dungeon look. She could get behind that. And the drinks? One way to figure that out.
Sheila promptly strolled her way over to the bar, hands in pockets and head held high, getting more than a few glances along the way. She stood out here, but then, she’d stood out everywhere she went in Japan. She was a shimmering blonde, dressed in baggy jeans and a black and gold Socceroos t-shirt. Not something you saw everyday around here.
Not that she ever had a problem with sticking out. It even brought a small smile to her face.
”Oi.” She threw a quick wave as she sat down at the bar, getting the bartender’s attention straight away. Wasn’t much competition for his time, seemed like most of the patrons were either on the dance floor or getting strung up above the dance floor. He came her way at the call, polishing one of the glasses while he waited on her order. ”Victoria Bitter, got any?”
The bartender stared at her and blinked.
”’Kay, guess not. Uh, let’s see, let’s see. Coopers?”
The bartender stared at her and blinked.
”Fuck it, I’m desperate enough. Foster’s?”
The bartender stared at her and blinked.
”Bloody…” She grimaced and ran a hand over her forehead. ”Right. Japan. You don’t speak-”
“I speak English.” The bartender’s reply came clear enough, with a smart-ass smirk added in for effect. “We don’t have any of that, miss. Think local brands.”
”I don’t know any local brands, my man. Cut me some slack, I'm fresh off the plane.” She had a hard shrug and folded her arms, mulling it over. She could take her chances with another bar, but she kind of liked the vibe here, wanted to wait it out and see how this night developed. Besides, chances were she wouldn’t find any better. Best to end the bar crawl. ”Fuck it. Surprise me.” She started to lean back, then jutted forward with her finger pointing his way. ”Surprise me with something that doesn’t break the bank, hear me?”
The bartender had a little chuckle, then went off to make a selection for her, thumbing through his wares. For her part, Sheila spun about on the stool a few times, looking around the area for anyone interesting…well, more interesting than the average person in this club. She was surrounded by a lot of exposed flesh in tight outfits, loving it for the most part, and it made her wonder what sort of trouble she could get into.
Whoever they were, whatever walks of life they came from, Sheila know two things they had in common: 1) they were big into BDSM and 2) they liked the way their mistress’ shoe tasted.
At least, Sheila assumed that the towering, leather-laden woman standing before them was their dominatrix. It seemed like a safe assumption, what with the way they were worshiping her like a pagan god, but maybe it wasn’t a good idea to assume anything with a wild place like this.
Sheila managed to peel her eyes away from that spectacle long enough to spin about and get a good look at La Siora in total, feasting her eyes on all the flesh that one of the biggest BDSM clubs in Japan had to offer. This wasn’t her thing, most often - she wasn’t against kink, far from it, but she just didn’t have much of a mind to experiment during sex. She liked a rough fuck, but she wasn’t about getting toys. Ropes and handcuffs and strap-ons and all that shite costed money, money she didn’t have much of, and it seemed like a lot of hassle just to make sex more awkward than it naturally tended to be. Coming here hadn't been her first choice, nor her second, not even her third - she’d stumbled on this little slice of hell after slipping into four different bars, none of which had the drinks and food she liked, were all too clean and way too quiet.
This place…wasn’t quiet, that was for damn sure, lots of heavy synth popping over the place with moans in the soundtrack. It was clean, but grimy at the same time, with black, painted walls and this hard wooden floor and chains all over the decor, working the dungeon look. She could get behind that. And the drinks? One way to figure that out.
Sheila promptly strolled her way over to the bar, hands in pockets and head held high, getting more than a few glances along the way. She stood out here, but then, she’d stood out everywhere she went in Japan. She was a shimmering blonde, dressed in baggy jeans and a black and gold Socceroos t-shirt. Not something you saw everyday around here.
Not that she ever had a problem with sticking out. It even brought a small smile to her face.
”Oi.” She threw a quick wave as she sat down at the bar, getting the bartender’s attention straight away. Wasn’t much competition for his time, seemed like most of the patrons were either on the dance floor or getting strung up above the dance floor. He came her way at the call, polishing one of the glasses while he waited on her order. ”Victoria Bitter, got any?”
The bartender stared at her and blinked.
”’Kay, guess not. Uh, let’s see, let’s see. Coopers?”
The bartender stared at her and blinked.
”Fuck it, I’m desperate enough. Foster’s?”
The bartender stared at her and blinked.
”Bloody…” She grimaced and ran a hand over her forehead. ”Right. Japan. You don’t speak-”
“I speak English.” The bartender’s reply came clear enough, with a smart-ass smirk added in for effect. “We don’t have any of that, miss. Think local brands.”
”I don’t know any local brands, my man. Cut me some slack, I'm fresh off the plane.” She had a hard shrug and folded her arms, mulling it over. She could take her chances with another bar, but she kind of liked the vibe here, wanted to wait it out and see how this night developed. Besides, chances were she wouldn’t find any better. Best to end the bar crawl. ”Fuck it. Surprise me.” She started to lean back, then jutted forward with her finger pointing his way. ”Surprise me with something that doesn’t break the bank, hear me?”
The bartender had a little chuckle, then went off to make a selection for her, thumbing through his wares. For her part, Sheila spun about on the stool a few times, looking around the area for anyone interesting…well, more interesting than the average person in this club. She was surrounded by a lot of exposed flesh in tight outfits, loving it for the most part, and it made her wonder what sort of trouble she could get into.
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Re: Rough Start
Perhaps many in the place of the native American woman would begin to feel the fallacy of the decision to move to Japan. How else? The best moment since the beginning of her new career was returning to her hometown. Ironic enough. Although even Nerissa could not deny that at that time she received an incredible discharge of emotions. That brazen bitch... Nerissa still couldn't get her out of the head. It had been a long time since she had met someone like this woman… Sienna really turned out to be not only a worthy opponent, but also... however, now is not the time to talk about it.
Apart from her trip to San Jose for the match, the rest of the events were not so pleasant for her. First that British veteran, and then the fucking scorpions... yes, Nerissa has always been honest not only with others, but also with herself. And she wasn't going to deny that things weren't going the way she wanted them to. Did she have an idea in her head to give up everything and return home? Yes, she still was an ordinary person and thoughts like that came to her too. But the second the thought of returning home visited Nerissa, this thought was thrown straight into Hell.
The Native American woman was not one to regret her decisions. Life is not a place where there is always a rainbow in the sky, around which unicorns fly. What? No matter. The important thing was that despite a series of setbacks, Nerissa was determined to keep going forward. Only weaklings succumb to sadness. And only real nobodies waste time feeling sorry for themselves. Instead of locking herself in an apartment with ice cream and TV series, Nerissa made the only right decision. She headed to a place that could rightfully be considered her second home.
This BDSM club was the first place Nerissa visited after she found herself in Tokyo. Why did she love this place? Most of the people here were just like her. Free. Someone likes to be a ruthless dominant. Someone likes to be someone's bitch. But society forces them to hide any desires. Not here. Here people didn't hesitate to show what they really want.
Nerissa was sitting almost in the very center of the hall, occupying a large sofa. She was a frequent visitor here and therefore she had some privileges, including alcohol, which was usually difficult to find on the menu. However, she didn't come here for alcohol. And this day was no exception. Wearing a corset that barely hides her voluminous breasts and doesn't hide her six-pack abs at all, the shortest leather shorts and the longest boots, Nerissa arrived at this club in order to have fun.
"I think I saw a cherry..." Nerissa said in a slightly hissing voice after a sip of whiskey.
She tilted her head back. And when her face was directed to the ceiling, a beautiful young Japanese woman appeared before her eyes. This woman was wearing only one piece of clothing, if you could call it that. A dog collar with a leash. Nerissa licked her thin lips, and then pulled on the leash without remorse.
"Did you hide it?" she asked, forcing the Japanese woman to lower.
Nerissa's pet opened her mouth uncertainly, showing that she really was holding a cherry with her teeth. The Native American woman clicked her tongue several times, and then pulled on the leash again. Their lips touched. Nerissa's unnaturally long tongue penetrated the Japanese woman's mouth. The dance of their tongues had a unique cherry flavor, which perfectly emphasized the taste of the fine whiskey that Nerissa had just drunk. She took her tongue out of the Japanese woman's mouth only after there was nothing left of the cherry.
"Good girl," Nerissa said, "you can go."
With a slight movement, she released the leash, allowing her pet to leave. Although before that the Japanese woman gave Nerissa a look, clearly saying that she was happy with the time they spent together. Nerissa ran her tongue over her lips once more, trying to catch the last notes of this delicious taste. But, unfortunately, nothing can last forever. She looked down. Because of such a passionate kiss, she managed to forget that she had long ago taken off her boots, remaining barefoot.
"Are you tired, doggie?" she asked.
Nerissa had a man as a footrest. Looking at him, it was easiest to notice two things. The first is that the man was wearing a full leather suit, hiding all parts of his body. And the second is that a strap-on was inserted into his ass. In response to Nerissa's question, her second pet started quickly shaking his head from side to side, which made the women smile. But there was nothing good in her smile.
"Oh, don't be shy, I know you're tired..." her slightly hissing voice sounded again, "come on, turn to me."
She removed her legs from the man's back and he, moving very carefully, turned to Nerissa. She bent down to unzip her pet's mouth. The Native American woman's heart began to beat a little faster, and her mouth began to fill with saliva. Nerissa took a bottle of whiskey in her right hand, and then looked at the dog a lot significantly. He knew perfectly well what she wanted and so he obediently opened his mouth. Nerissa ran her tongue over her lips and then lifted her left foot. All five of her toes were in the man's mouth. His hot tongue began to tickle her toes.
But that was just the beginning. Nerissa turned the bottle over and the whiskey started flowing down her leg. The cold liquid sliding down her leg gave her an incredible sensation. But the best was yet to come. Running down her foot and her toes, the whiskey finally ended up in the man's mouth. This made him cough, which in turn made Nerissa laugh. She took the foot out of her pet's mouth and motioned for him to get out of her sight.
"A paradise," she said, leaning back on the sofa to relax for a moment or two.
Apart from her trip to San Jose for the match, the rest of the events were not so pleasant for her. First that British veteran, and then the fucking scorpions... yes, Nerissa has always been honest not only with others, but also with herself. And she wasn't going to deny that things weren't going the way she wanted them to. Did she have an idea in her head to give up everything and return home? Yes, she still was an ordinary person and thoughts like that came to her too. But the second the thought of returning home visited Nerissa, this thought was thrown straight into Hell.
The Native American woman was not one to regret her decisions. Life is not a place where there is always a rainbow in the sky, around which unicorns fly. What? No matter. The important thing was that despite a series of setbacks, Nerissa was determined to keep going forward. Only weaklings succumb to sadness. And only real nobodies waste time feeling sorry for themselves. Instead of locking herself in an apartment with ice cream and TV series, Nerissa made the only right decision. She headed to a place that could rightfully be considered her second home.
This BDSM club was the first place Nerissa visited after she found herself in Tokyo. Why did she love this place? Most of the people here were just like her. Free. Someone likes to be a ruthless dominant. Someone likes to be someone's bitch. But society forces them to hide any desires. Not here. Here people didn't hesitate to show what they really want.
Nerissa was sitting almost in the very center of the hall, occupying a large sofa. She was a frequent visitor here and therefore she had some privileges, including alcohol, which was usually difficult to find on the menu. However, she didn't come here for alcohol. And this day was no exception. Wearing a corset that barely hides her voluminous breasts and doesn't hide her six-pack abs at all, the shortest leather shorts and the longest boots, Nerissa arrived at this club in order to have fun.
"I think I saw a cherry..." Nerissa said in a slightly hissing voice after a sip of whiskey.
She tilted her head back. And when her face was directed to the ceiling, a beautiful young Japanese woman appeared before her eyes. This woman was wearing only one piece of clothing, if you could call it that. A dog collar with a leash. Nerissa licked her thin lips, and then pulled on the leash without remorse.
"Did you hide it?" she asked, forcing the Japanese woman to lower.
Nerissa's pet opened her mouth uncertainly, showing that she really was holding a cherry with her teeth. The Native American woman clicked her tongue several times, and then pulled on the leash again. Their lips touched. Nerissa's unnaturally long tongue penetrated the Japanese woman's mouth. The dance of their tongues had a unique cherry flavor, which perfectly emphasized the taste of the fine whiskey that Nerissa had just drunk. She took her tongue out of the Japanese woman's mouth only after there was nothing left of the cherry.
"Good girl," Nerissa said, "you can go."
With a slight movement, she released the leash, allowing her pet to leave. Although before that the Japanese woman gave Nerissa a look, clearly saying that she was happy with the time they spent together. Nerissa ran her tongue over her lips once more, trying to catch the last notes of this delicious taste. But, unfortunately, nothing can last forever. She looked down. Because of such a passionate kiss, she managed to forget that she had long ago taken off her boots, remaining barefoot.
"Are you tired, doggie?" she asked.
Nerissa had a man as a footrest. Looking at him, it was easiest to notice two things. The first is that the man was wearing a full leather suit, hiding all parts of his body. And the second is that a strap-on was inserted into his ass. In response to Nerissa's question, her second pet started quickly shaking his head from side to side, which made the women smile. But there was nothing good in her smile.
"Oh, don't be shy, I know you're tired..." her slightly hissing voice sounded again, "come on, turn to me."
She removed her legs from the man's back and he, moving very carefully, turned to Nerissa. She bent down to unzip her pet's mouth. The Native American woman's heart began to beat a little faster, and her mouth began to fill with saliva. Nerissa took a bottle of whiskey in her right hand, and then looked at the dog a lot significantly. He knew perfectly well what she wanted and so he obediently opened his mouth. Nerissa ran her tongue over her lips and then lifted her left foot. All five of her toes were in the man's mouth. His hot tongue began to tickle her toes.
But that was just the beginning. Nerissa turned the bottle over and the whiskey started flowing down her leg. The cold liquid sliding down her leg gave her an incredible sensation. But the best was yet to come. Running down her foot and her toes, the whiskey finally ended up in the man's mouth. This made him cough, which in turn made Nerissa laugh. She took the foot out of her pet's mouth and motioned for him to get out of her sight.
"A paradise," she said, leaning back on the sofa to relax for a moment or two.
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Re: Rough Start
“Okay, you’ll like this.” The bartender - whose name was Ichigo, as it turned out - poured Sheila out the third in a series of beers that he’d been testing out on her for the past few minutes, trying to settle on something that would satisfy her taste buds. “Echigo Koshihikari. Made from some of the best rice-”
“Rice?” She looked on, skeptical, as the glass filled up. “Really?”
“Yes, rice. Uncultured swine.” He finished off the top and shaved off some of the foam. “The best rice. Comes from this region in the hills, can’t remember the name, but it’s good stuff. Smooth. Doesn’t have the kick you’re used to, but it’ll flow like cream down your throat. Crisp, tasty. Try it.”
Sheila looked on, skeptical, then reached forward, only to stop halfway. ”...rice?”
“Try it.”
”Fine, fine. Pushy fucker.” Sheila brought the glass to her lips, took a sip to tease him out, then tilted back and let the whole torrent flow, sending it all down her gullet. It was about everything he’d described. Not what she was used to, not even better or worse, but different. A dry taste, but in a better way, with a flavor that she didn’t mind lingering. Went down easy and fast. Yeah, this she could get used to.
Wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction, though. ”It’s okay.” She had a quick burp and wiped her mouth clean, nonchalant as she could manage. ”Just okay.”
That put Ichigo’s eyes into a roll, but he retreated for now and went back to his supply, seeking more ammunition for their escalating war. It gave Sheila a chance to lean back and spin in the stool once more, taking a look at her surroundings. The third time she’d done that, and she always found something interesting…to…
”Ooooooooh, wow. That’s a sight, right there.”
The skin color was the first thing that drew Sheila’s attention. This dark, reddish complexion that you just didn’t see on an island like this. Even in the dark, flickering lights of this place, it drew you in like a beacon. Where was she from? Not Asian, not African. Indian, maybe? Sheila couldn't place it.
Then, there was the hair. This long, wild tail that had to trail down at least half her body. With her own wild mane, she could appreciate all the care that went into something so exotic. Had to be fun as hell in bed, too.
And the body that came with it was an impressive package, too. Abs that rivaled Sheila’s own set, jutting breasts, tasty thighs, a solid frame. It wasn’t too far off from what she saw when she looked in the mirror, but wrapped up in a more alluring package.
It was such a striking appearance that it was all Sheila noticed at first. It took her a moment to process the hot young thing locking lips with this wild beast, and the human footstool with the strap-on sticking out of his arse. It shouldn’t have been that striking to her, she’d seen plenty of stuff like this in just the last ten minutes, but something about this woman had her gaze locked longer than usual.
“See something you like?”
Ichigo’s words made her jump a bit, taking her out of the moment, and she straightened up quick to hide it. ”Maybe.” She turned back to her drink with a wary eye. Dark brown, whatever it was. Had a fruity scent to it. ”You know her?”
Ichigo shook his head. “Yeah. She’s a regular. Nerissa’s her name, I think.” Fuck, even her name was hot, damn. “Go over. Say hi.”
”Pfft.” Sheila snickered and waved that idea. ”Like I’m just going to get all up in that unannounced. Yeah, not happening.”
“Scared?”
Her brow straightened at that little accusation, her face hardening up and lips sealing shut. Scared? This man didn’t know who he was talking to. She’d danced with Lady Death on a bi-weekly basis for years, done things that would leave most men crippled and walked away. All that, and she could afraid to walk over and talk with a Top Ten woman in a leather skirt? Please.
”That’s magic word, mate.” Sheila picked up the mug and started Nerissa’s way, careful not to bump into anyone and spill the damn thing. ”Be right back.”
By the time she’d navigated over to her target, Nerissa was busy trickling whisky down her foot into a gimp’s mouth, putting him into a coughing. Leaning back, wrapped in bliss, looking like she was on Cloud 9. Sheila enjoyed the sight for a few seconds before she spoke up.
”Hope none of that was the good stuff. Hate to waste it.” She tipped the mug Nerissa’s way, turned around with a swing of her leg, and plopped down on the spacious couch next to Nerissa, just a foot or so away. All with only a few drops of her own drink spilled. ”Saw you over here, looked like fun, thought I’d come over for a better look. Not trying to crowd you.”
“Rice?” She looked on, skeptical, as the glass filled up. “Really?”
“Yes, rice. Uncultured swine.” He finished off the top and shaved off some of the foam. “The best rice. Comes from this region in the hills, can’t remember the name, but it’s good stuff. Smooth. Doesn’t have the kick you’re used to, but it’ll flow like cream down your throat. Crisp, tasty. Try it.”
Sheila looked on, skeptical, then reached forward, only to stop halfway. ”...rice?”
“Try it.”
”Fine, fine. Pushy fucker.” Sheila brought the glass to her lips, took a sip to tease him out, then tilted back and let the whole torrent flow, sending it all down her gullet. It was about everything he’d described. Not what she was used to, not even better or worse, but different. A dry taste, but in a better way, with a flavor that she didn’t mind lingering. Went down easy and fast. Yeah, this she could get used to.
Wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction, though. ”It’s okay.” She had a quick burp and wiped her mouth clean, nonchalant as she could manage. ”Just okay.”
That put Ichigo’s eyes into a roll, but he retreated for now and went back to his supply, seeking more ammunition for their escalating war. It gave Sheila a chance to lean back and spin in the stool once more, taking a look at her surroundings. The third time she’d done that, and she always found something interesting…to…
”Ooooooooh, wow. That’s a sight, right there.”
The skin color was the first thing that drew Sheila’s attention. This dark, reddish complexion that you just didn’t see on an island like this. Even in the dark, flickering lights of this place, it drew you in like a beacon. Where was she from? Not Asian, not African. Indian, maybe? Sheila couldn't place it.
Then, there was the hair. This long, wild tail that had to trail down at least half her body. With her own wild mane, she could appreciate all the care that went into something so exotic. Had to be fun as hell in bed, too.
And the body that came with it was an impressive package, too. Abs that rivaled Sheila’s own set, jutting breasts, tasty thighs, a solid frame. It wasn’t too far off from what she saw when she looked in the mirror, but wrapped up in a more alluring package.
It was such a striking appearance that it was all Sheila noticed at first. It took her a moment to process the hot young thing locking lips with this wild beast, and the human footstool with the strap-on sticking out of his arse. It shouldn’t have been that striking to her, she’d seen plenty of stuff like this in just the last ten minutes, but something about this woman had her gaze locked longer than usual.
“See something you like?”
Ichigo’s words made her jump a bit, taking her out of the moment, and she straightened up quick to hide it. ”Maybe.” She turned back to her drink with a wary eye. Dark brown, whatever it was. Had a fruity scent to it. ”You know her?”
Ichigo shook his head. “Yeah. She’s a regular. Nerissa’s her name, I think.” Fuck, even her name was hot, damn. “Go over. Say hi.”
”Pfft.” Sheila snickered and waved that idea. ”Like I’m just going to get all up in that unannounced. Yeah, not happening.”
“Scared?”
Her brow straightened at that little accusation, her face hardening up and lips sealing shut. Scared? This man didn’t know who he was talking to. She’d danced with Lady Death on a bi-weekly basis for years, done things that would leave most men crippled and walked away. All that, and she could afraid to walk over and talk with a Top Ten woman in a leather skirt? Please.
”That’s magic word, mate.” Sheila picked up the mug and started Nerissa’s way, careful not to bump into anyone and spill the damn thing. ”Be right back.”
By the time she’d navigated over to her target, Nerissa was busy trickling whisky down her foot into a gimp’s mouth, putting him into a coughing. Leaning back, wrapped in bliss, looking like she was on Cloud 9. Sheila enjoyed the sight for a few seconds before she spoke up.
”Hope none of that was the good stuff. Hate to waste it.” She tipped the mug Nerissa’s way, turned around with a swing of her leg, and plopped down on the spacious couch next to Nerissa, just a foot or so away. All with only a few drops of her own drink spilled. ”Saw you over here, looked like fun, thought I’d come over for a better look. Not trying to crowd you.”
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Re: Rough Start
Of course, none of this could compare to the emotions she was used to receiving in the ring. However, no one can fight all the time, not even her. Therefore, you need to be able to take from life what it offers you. And Nerissa knew how to do it. The native American woman lived solely for her own pleasure. Most people limit themselves to absolutely everything. They do not know the bliss that they could receive if they did not hesitate to show their true desires. And Nerissa would rather die than become one of them.
She decided to take a short break before finding a new toy or pet. The night is never endless, but she had plenty of time. However, Nerissa's plans were disrupted at the moment when an unfamiliar voice was heard very close to her. The Native American woman opened her eyes to look at the one who decided to disturb her.
Oh. Interesting. Of course, Nerissa could not know by sight everyone who visited this club. However, in fact, the audience of such places rarely could boast of new faces. She could have sworn that she would have remembered this woman if she had seen her here before. She was someone new. And it cost Nerissa a lot of effort not to lick her lips after her eyes ran over this woman from head to toe.
Thanks to her experience, it was not difficult for Nerissa to determine almost instantly that they were approximately equal in height, weight, and even age. Although other details attracted much more of Nerissa's attention. Because of the unusual color of this woman's skin, it was difficult for her to determine where this woman could be from. And that hair... a real lion's mane combined with shaved temples created an amazing impression.
But, what was even more important, despite her rather modest height, this woman, like Nerissa, had outstanding breasts. Even her T-shirt couldn't hide it, just like the muscles of the arms. Speaking of clothes. It didn't escape Nerissa that this woman clearly wasn't worried about the dress code. Hardly anyone could be found in this club who would come here in jeans and a T-shirt. Although... who knows, everyone has their own preferences. Something else was important. The important thing was that Nerissa began to feel interested.
And this interest intensified even more after the blonde unceremoniously sat down on the sofa next to Nerissa. For most people, body language mattered quite a bit. But the native American woman regarded this as a desire to claim the territory, even despite the words of the woman who decided not to even introduce herself. Nerissa's thin lips stretched in a smile from ear to ear.
"Johnnie Walker Blue Label." She said, after which she took a big sip from the neck of the bottle with pleasure. "It's unlikely you'll find this in a regular supermarket, especially in Japan, but they always keep a bottle or two for me here." Nerissa crossed one leg over the other, then turned to the interlocutor. "And you're wrong if you think that the reward for this dog was expensive whiskey, the reward was the opportunity to taste my feet." This time Nerissa allowed herself to lick her lips. "Even useless pieces of meat like men sometimes deserve such an honor."
To add extra color to her words, she wiggled her toes. Putting the bottle of whiskey on the table, Nerissa straightened her braid, moving her shoulders, which made the snake tattoos seem to come to life. And when she looked back at the woman who sat next to her, Nerissa tilted her head slightly. Manners were not her best side, but still one rule of decency she still had to observe.
"Nerissa Labong." She introduced herself. "However, even here some call me Echidna." She knew that aliases were used quite often in such places, but Nerissa didn't care at all. "You say you came over to get a better look?" Nerissa allowed herself to lick her lips again, showing an unnaturally long tongue. "Interesting, I wouldn't say that you are the ones who just like to watch." Again, as they say, everyone jerks off as they want, but, nevertheless, according to Nerissa, this woman was not like those who just like to watch.
She decided to take a short break before finding a new toy or pet. The night is never endless, but she had plenty of time. However, Nerissa's plans were disrupted at the moment when an unfamiliar voice was heard very close to her. The Native American woman opened her eyes to look at the one who decided to disturb her.
Oh. Interesting. Of course, Nerissa could not know by sight everyone who visited this club. However, in fact, the audience of such places rarely could boast of new faces. She could have sworn that she would have remembered this woman if she had seen her here before. She was someone new. And it cost Nerissa a lot of effort not to lick her lips after her eyes ran over this woman from head to toe.
Thanks to her experience, it was not difficult for Nerissa to determine almost instantly that they were approximately equal in height, weight, and even age. Although other details attracted much more of Nerissa's attention. Because of the unusual color of this woman's skin, it was difficult for her to determine where this woman could be from. And that hair... a real lion's mane combined with shaved temples created an amazing impression.
But, what was even more important, despite her rather modest height, this woman, like Nerissa, had outstanding breasts. Even her T-shirt couldn't hide it, just like the muscles of the arms. Speaking of clothes. It didn't escape Nerissa that this woman clearly wasn't worried about the dress code. Hardly anyone could be found in this club who would come here in jeans and a T-shirt. Although... who knows, everyone has their own preferences. Something else was important. The important thing was that Nerissa began to feel interested.
And this interest intensified even more after the blonde unceremoniously sat down on the sofa next to Nerissa. For most people, body language mattered quite a bit. But the native American woman regarded this as a desire to claim the territory, even despite the words of the woman who decided not to even introduce herself. Nerissa's thin lips stretched in a smile from ear to ear.
"Johnnie Walker Blue Label." She said, after which she took a big sip from the neck of the bottle with pleasure. "It's unlikely you'll find this in a regular supermarket, especially in Japan, but they always keep a bottle or two for me here." Nerissa crossed one leg over the other, then turned to the interlocutor. "And you're wrong if you think that the reward for this dog was expensive whiskey, the reward was the opportunity to taste my feet." This time Nerissa allowed herself to lick her lips. "Even useless pieces of meat like men sometimes deserve such an honor."
To add extra color to her words, she wiggled her toes. Putting the bottle of whiskey on the table, Nerissa straightened her braid, moving her shoulders, which made the snake tattoos seem to come to life. And when she looked back at the woman who sat next to her, Nerissa tilted her head slightly. Manners were not her best side, but still one rule of decency she still had to observe.
"Nerissa Labong." She introduced herself. "However, even here some call me Echidna." She knew that aliases were used quite often in such places, but Nerissa didn't care at all. "You say you came over to get a better look?" Nerissa allowed herself to lick her lips again, showing an unnaturally long tongue. "Interesting, I wouldn't say that you are the ones who just like to watch." Again, as they say, everyone jerks off as they want, but, nevertheless, according to Nerissa, this woman was not like those who just like to watch.
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True, the polite, customary thing would’ve been to introduce yourself before walking up to a complete stranger, and that likely applied even when that stranger was busy footgagging a gimp. Sheila’s BDSM knowledge was about 100% what she’d gleamed from the occasional story on the news, and she was about 99% that 90% of that was total horse shite, but even with that in mind, a small part of her knew that she should’ve respected boundaries and thought better to just barge in someone else’s scene unannounced.
But the larger part told her to fuck it, and guess what? Everything worked out fine. Nerissa didn’t seem to mind. Hell, she seemed kind of into her, if Sheila’s imagination wasn’t running away with things. She knew when she was being eyefucked, and that serpent gaze was all over her.
Which Sheila did not mind, not in the least. Let’s play.
The whiskey name made her perk up straight away, then roll her jaw as she refilled through a mental library of alcoholic beverages. She’d never had that brand, not the biggest whisky fan in the world, but it was familiar. She remembered enough to know it wasn’t cheap. Expensive stuff. Not ‘sacrifice your paycheck’ expensive, but a far cry from the stuff you got off a Wal-Mart shelf for a quick drink with the boys. Nerissa had some deep pockets. No wonder she was so damn popular here, if she was putting down that kind of quid every time she stopped by.
”Huh. I’m wrong, then.” She took a swig from her own mug and looked between the drink and the man who’d just been downing it in the weirdest way possible. He did seem like he was loving it down there, and Sheila tried to imagine switching places with him for a fraction of a second. It wasn’t the worst position she could imagine herself in, but if she were getting down with this sort of thing at all, she figured it would be from the other side. She’d always like being on top, driving a good fuck along and going wild. Maybe she liked it too much - it wasn’t the only reason she had three ex-girlfriends in a single year of dating, but it hadn't helped things.
She centered on the tattoos as Nerissa moved around and introduced herself, loving the way they danced along her skin. She’d always wanted to get a little ink of her own, but she’d always held, thanks to a combination of not knowing what to get and not having the money for it if she did. The idea had passed her by years ago, but seeing them on that dark flesh was inspiring her again…
That thought came to a halt when she heard the nickname Nerissa went by. She straightened up, tilted her head to the side, and had a quick chuckle, keeping the reason secret as the dark beauty let a few sultry words slip. There was this aggressive, dominating tone to the way she spoke, fierce and feral, and while Sheila suspected it wasn’t a 24/7 thing, she doubted it ever went away in full.
”Echidna?” She took a quick sip to hide her smirk. ”Sorry. Where I’m from, echidnas are these little spiky, ugly things. They’re like, uh, what do you call them? Porcupines. They’re like porcupines.” Was she American? Sheila was terrible with placing accents, but it seemed like a safe guess. ”Not the first thing that pops into my head when I see all…this.” She enjoyed another up and down scan over Nerissa’s body, before meeting her eyes again. “So the name means something else for you, is my bet.”
Sheila scooted in a little closer, skirting the bounds of Nerissa’s personal space. The gimp’s, too, but she made him move over a bit with a tap of her boot. It was right about that time that she remembered something important she'd forgotten to do - introduce herself. Tits had a great way of wiping her mind, sometimes. ”Sheila Morgan. Get billed as the 'Wild One' sometimes, nothing fancy. Speaking of, though...” She arched her brow and swung her head around, flipping her hair out of the way as she hunched forward. She ran her tongue over canine and let it glint. ”What’d you mean before? ‘Even here they call me blah blah’. Where else do they call you that?”
Sheila had a hunch what the answer was, but she didn’t want to come out straight and ask. She could’ve, sure, but this way was more fun.
But the larger part told her to fuck it, and guess what? Everything worked out fine. Nerissa didn’t seem to mind. Hell, she seemed kind of into her, if Sheila’s imagination wasn’t running away with things. She knew when she was being eyefucked, and that serpent gaze was all over her.
Which Sheila did not mind, not in the least. Let’s play.
The whiskey name made her perk up straight away, then roll her jaw as she refilled through a mental library of alcoholic beverages. She’d never had that brand, not the biggest whisky fan in the world, but it was familiar. She remembered enough to know it wasn’t cheap. Expensive stuff. Not ‘sacrifice your paycheck’ expensive, but a far cry from the stuff you got off a Wal-Mart shelf for a quick drink with the boys. Nerissa had some deep pockets. No wonder she was so damn popular here, if she was putting down that kind of quid every time she stopped by.
”Huh. I’m wrong, then.” She took a swig from her own mug and looked between the drink and the man who’d just been downing it in the weirdest way possible. He did seem like he was loving it down there, and Sheila tried to imagine switching places with him for a fraction of a second. It wasn’t the worst position she could imagine herself in, but if she were getting down with this sort of thing at all, she figured it would be from the other side. She’d always like being on top, driving a good fuck along and going wild. Maybe she liked it too much - it wasn’t the only reason she had three ex-girlfriends in a single year of dating, but it hadn't helped things.
She centered on the tattoos as Nerissa moved around and introduced herself, loving the way they danced along her skin. She’d always wanted to get a little ink of her own, but she’d always held, thanks to a combination of not knowing what to get and not having the money for it if she did. The idea had passed her by years ago, but seeing them on that dark flesh was inspiring her again…
That thought came to a halt when she heard the nickname Nerissa went by. She straightened up, tilted her head to the side, and had a quick chuckle, keeping the reason secret as the dark beauty let a few sultry words slip. There was this aggressive, dominating tone to the way she spoke, fierce and feral, and while Sheila suspected it wasn’t a 24/7 thing, she doubted it ever went away in full.
”Echidna?” She took a quick sip to hide her smirk. ”Sorry. Where I’m from, echidnas are these little spiky, ugly things. They’re like, uh, what do you call them? Porcupines. They’re like porcupines.” Was she American? Sheila was terrible with placing accents, but it seemed like a safe guess. ”Not the first thing that pops into my head when I see all…this.” She enjoyed another up and down scan over Nerissa’s body, before meeting her eyes again. “So the name means something else for you, is my bet.”
Sheila scooted in a little closer, skirting the bounds of Nerissa’s personal space. The gimp’s, too, but she made him move over a bit with a tap of her boot. It was right about that time that she remembered something important she'd forgotten to do - introduce herself. Tits had a great way of wiping her mind, sometimes. ”Sheila Morgan. Get billed as the 'Wild One' sometimes, nothing fancy. Speaking of, though...” She arched her brow and swung her head around, flipping her hair out of the way as she hunched forward. She ran her tongue over canine and let it glint. ”What’d you mean before? ‘Even here they call me blah blah’. Where else do they call you that?”
Sheila had a hunch what the answer was, but she didn’t want to come out straight and ask. She could’ve, sure, but this way was more fun.
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"Oh?" Nerissa added a bit of theatricality to her surprise.
However, the blonde really managed to surprise her. Not everyone tried to find something more in the alias of the native American woman. Many took it simply as a given, without attaching much importance to it. In the world of pro wrestling, you can find an alias for every taste at every turn. Although even in spite of all the diversity, it was most often possible to meet one or another Queen. The Hardcore Queen. The Queen of Flowers. The Queen of Love. The Queen of Queens. The Queen of Lack of Imagination. A bunch of stupid chickens who didn't have the brains to come up with something original.
Nerissa enjoyed listening to the blonde's thoughts. The alias Echidna had to do not only with prickly little animals, she was right about that. But that wasn't the only reason. Nerissa listened to every word that was said because she was interested in understanding where this woman was from. And although the Native American woman did not have much experience in accents, something told her that she had found the answer.
At the moment when the blonde said "where I'm from echidnas are..." Nerissa received a valuable hint, because the habitat of echidnas was very small. The unusual accent of this woman only strengthened Nerissa's conviction about her homeland.
"Very insightful." Nerissa admitted, there was a flash in her eyes, although most likely it was just a trick of the light. "My alias really refers to those little prickly creatures, because after all, I also have my own needle."
With these words, Nerissa ran her hand through her long braid. Why did she call her braid a needle? Only those with whom she met in the ring could really find out, so for now the Native American woman did not go into details, pretending that her braid and needle were just a metaphor. The smile on the woman's face became a little wider before she was about to give an answer to the blonde's question.
"But not insightful enough." She moved her shoulders slightly once more, making it clear that the first time she did it for a reason. "Although, if I'm not mistaken, then you're one of the few who could have guessed it." Nerissa was clearly enjoying this conversation. "Echidnas are not only small prickly creatures, echidnas are also called a family of venomous snakes that lives only in Australia." Nerissa leaned back on the sofa. "Beautiful, unique and dangerous creatures, that's where the Echidna came from."
The native American woman was about to reach for a bottle of whiskey, but before she could do it, the blonde moved closer to her, reducing the already small distance between them. Nerissa's heart started beating a little faster. She felt something. It was hard to put into words and she wasn't sure yet if it was the feeling she was thinking about. But she was clearly interested to see how far this woman wanted to try to go.
And although Nerissa had the impression that she would not get the name of this woman, she was wrong. The blonde finally introduced herself, saying not only her name, but also, following the example of Nerissa, voiced her alias. The Wild One. It suited her very well. Sheila emphasized this even more, allowing Nerissa to admire her sharp canine. It seems Nerissa began to understand exactly what kind of feeling visited her at the moment when the blonde moved closer to her. She began to feel the tension in the air. Just like in all those cases when she found herself in the ring with the same arrogant bitches.
Sheila wondered where else Nerissa was called the Echidna besides the BDSM club they were in. The native American woman pushed her pet away with not the toughest, but still a kick in the head. Now she has a partner for a much more interesting pastime. However, who said that she was going to play by Sheila's rules and answer all her questions?
"I'm ready to hear your suggestions." She said, after which the right edge of her lips lifted, she wanted to inflame the situation a little. "However, if you want to hear the answer right away, so why don't you swap places with this piece of meat?" Together with this proposal, Nerissa unceremoniously raised her left leg and bent it at the knee, after which she put her foot directly on the blonde's hips, it was easy to notice that Sheila cared very little about Nerissa's personal space, so why should the Native American woman care about Sheila's? "I'm sure your tongue could tickle my feet as well as you do with your canine."
However, the blonde really managed to surprise her. Not everyone tried to find something more in the alias of the native American woman. Many took it simply as a given, without attaching much importance to it. In the world of pro wrestling, you can find an alias for every taste at every turn. Although even in spite of all the diversity, it was most often possible to meet one or another Queen. The Hardcore Queen. The Queen of Flowers. The Queen of Love. The Queen of Queens. The Queen of Lack of Imagination. A bunch of stupid chickens who didn't have the brains to come up with something original.
Nerissa enjoyed listening to the blonde's thoughts. The alias Echidna had to do not only with prickly little animals, she was right about that. But that wasn't the only reason. Nerissa listened to every word that was said because she was interested in understanding where this woman was from. And although the Native American woman did not have much experience in accents, something told her that she had found the answer.
At the moment when the blonde said "where I'm from echidnas are..." Nerissa received a valuable hint, because the habitat of echidnas was very small. The unusual accent of this woman only strengthened Nerissa's conviction about her homeland.
"Very insightful." Nerissa admitted, there was a flash in her eyes, although most likely it was just a trick of the light. "My alias really refers to those little prickly creatures, because after all, I also have my own needle."
With these words, Nerissa ran her hand through her long braid. Why did she call her braid a needle? Only those with whom she met in the ring could really find out, so for now the Native American woman did not go into details, pretending that her braid and needle were just a metaphor. The smile on the woman's face became a little wider before she was about to give an answer to the blonde's question.
"But not insightful enough." She moved her shoulders slightly once more, making it clear that the first time she did it for a reason. "Although, if I'm not mistaken, then you're one of the few who could have guessed it." Nerissa was clearly enjoying this conversation. "Echidnas are not only small prickly creatures, echidnas are also called a family of venomous snakes that lives only in Australia." Nerissa leaned back on the sofa. "Beautiful, unique and dangerous creatures, that's where the Echidna came from."
The native American woman was about to reach for a bottle of whiskey, but before she could do it, the blonde moved closer to her, reducing the already small distance between them. Nerissa's heart started beating a little faster. She felt something. It was hard to put into words and she wasn't sure yet if it was the feeling she was thinking about. But she was clearly interested to see how far this woman wanted to try to go.
And although Nerissa had the impression that she would not get the name of this woman, she was wrong. The blonde finally introduced herself, saying not only her name, but also, following the example of Nerissa, voiced her alias. The Wild One. It suited her very well. Sheila emphasized this even more, allowing Nerissa to admire her sharp canine. It seems Nerissa began to understand exactly what kind of feeling visited her at the moment when the blonde moved closer to her. She began to feel the tension in the air. Just like in all those cases when she found herself in the ring with the same arrogant bitches.
Sheila wondered where else Nerissa was called the Echidna besides the BDSM club they were in. The native American woman pushed her pet away with not the toughest, but still a kick in the head. Now she has a partner for a much more interesting pastime. However, who said that she was going to play by Sheila's rules and answer all her questions?
"I'm ready to hear your suggestions." She said, after which the right edge of her lips lifted, she wanted to inflame the situation a little. "However, if you want to hear the answer right away, so why don't you swap places with this piece of meat?" Together with this proposal, Nerissa unceremoniously raised her left leg and bent it at the knee, after which she put her foot directly on the blonde's hips, it was easy to notice that Sheila cared very little about Nerissa's personal space, so why should the Native American woman care about Sheila's? "I'm sure your tongue could tickle my feet as well as you do with your canine."
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Truth was, Sheila didn’t know too much about the animal kingdom. Contrary to what some idiots thought, not every Australian was Steve Irwin. What she did know about it came from personal experience - her hometown was rural, way out in the bush, so it wasn’t uncommon for her to have to deal with wildlife invading her personal space. Hell, the only reason she really knew about echnidnas was because one of them had the misfortune of winding up in her mother’s garden and getting stuck in the vines. Not a pleasant day for the little beast, and way less pleasant for everyone who had to try and pull him out.
At any rate, it was just an observation,though she worried she might’ve come off as a smartass. The inevitable consequence of having a moth that stepped ahead of your brain, and it had screwed up her lovelife way more often than it helped.
Good for her, then, that Nerissa was either so into the role that she wasn’t about to break it over a trifle, or she had a natural chill all the way down. Either way, Sheila liked her. As much as you could like a person you’d known for less than two minutes.
She was fun. This was fun. Keep it coming.
Sheila fixated on the ‘needle’ for a moment, watching as Nerissa played with it, and she had to resist the urge to reach out and give it a good tug. She’d always loved long hair, on herself and on her partners. Not that she’d kick anyone out of bed for rocking a buzz cut, but there was something about sinking her fingers into long, thin strands that got her going. Great for playing with, running your fingers through, and it made for something to yank on when sex got really wild. She could already picture herself on top of Nerissa, gripping the long braid around her fist, pulling up hard, and-
Huh. Getting a little ahead of things. She’d been so busy these past few months, getting setup with LAW, finding a place to lay her head out here, learning enough of Japanese culture to not make her the easiest mark in the world, she’d been sleeping alone for months, her longest drought since she graduated. She wouldn’t say she was desperate, but that wasn’t too far from the truth, and the last thing she wanted to do was show it.
”Animal lover? Never heard of them, but I’ll take your word for it.” The little tidbit wasn’t all that surprising, really. Australia had a rep for having some of the deadliest animals in the world, and while Sheila would say it wasn’t quite as bad as people thought, the stories weren’t unearned. She didn’t know a single person who either hadn't been bitten or come way closer to it than they’d ever like.
If there was any question about what this was devolving into, it evaporated when Nerissa pushed her pet away and sat her foot on Sheila’s lap, getting nice and comfortable with her new footrest. If she was trying to take her off guard, then congratulations, she’d pulled it off - this was a first. This was definitely a first. Sheila wasn’t about to shy away, though. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d put a foot in her mouth in the literal sense instead of the metaphor.
The Wild One gave the proposition a moment’s contemplation, then shrugged. ”Could do that.” She licked her lips, took Nerissa’s ankle in her hands, and bent forward, bringing her face closer to Nerissa’s twinkling toes. They didn’t smell too bad, as feet went, and they still had some of that whisky on them. If she wasn’t messing around about the brand, Sheila would’ve liked a taste. ”Get compliments about my tongue all the time.”
She opened her mouth, going for it, letting her hot breaths wash over the skin…
Then stopped.
”But.” She folded her arms over Nerissa’s calf and looked up at the domme as she scooted forward, letting her breasts come to a rest on her legs. ”If you are what I bet you are, there’s a better way to make that happen. You could make me. Or try, anyway.” She bounced from side to side, eager, hyped, her eyes flaring up. ”Come on, no bullshit, let me hear it. You’re a wrestler, right? LAW?”
Given how many people LAW employed, it wasn’t too big of a stretch. A foreigner with a body like that, hanging around not too far from the arena, kinky as fuck? If she wasn’t on the roster, she damn well should’ve been.
At any rate, it was just an observation,though she worried she might’ve come off as a smartass. The inevitable consequence of having a moth that stepped ahead of your brain, and it had screwed up her lovelife way more often than it helped.
Good for her, then, that Nerissa was either so into the role that she wasn’t about to break it over a trifle, or she had a natural chill all the way down. Either way, Sheila liked her. As much as you could like a person you’d known for less than two minutes.
She was fun. This was fun. Keep it coming.
Sheila fixated on the ‘needle’ for a moment, watching as Nerissa played with it, and she had to resist the urge to reach out and give it a good tug. She’d always loved long hair, on herself and on her partners. Not that she’d kick anyone out of bed for rocking a buzz cut, but there was something about sinking her fingers into long, thin strands that got her going. Great for playing with, running your fingers through, and it made for something to yank on when sex got really wild. She could already picture herself on top of Nerissa, gripping the long braid around her fist, pulling up hard, and-
Huh. Getting a little ahead of things. She’d been so busy these past few months, getting setup with LAW, finding a place to lay her head out here, learning enough of Japanese culture to not make her the easiest mark in the world, she’d been sleeping alone for months, her longest drought since she graduated. She wouldn’t say she was desperate, but that wasn’t too far from the truth, and the last thing she wanted to do was show it.
”Animal lover? Never heard of them, but I’ll take your word for it.” The little tidbit wasn’t all that surprising, really. Australia had a rep for having some of the deadliest animals in the world, and while Sheila would say it wasn’t quite as bad as people thought, the stories weren’t unearned. She didn’t know a single person who either hadn't been bitten or come way closer to it than they’d ever like.
If there was any question about what this was devolving into, it evaporated when Nerissa pushed her pet away and sat her foot on Sheila’s lap, getting nice and comfortable with her new footrest. If she was trying to take her off guard, then congratulations, she’d pulled it off - this was a first. This was definitely a first. Sheila wasn’t about to shy away, though. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d put a foot in her mouth in the literal sense instead of the metaphor.
The Wild One gave the proposition a moment’s contemplation, then shrugged. ”Could do that.” She licked her lips, took Nerissa’s ankle in her hands, and bent forward, bringing her face closer to Nerissa’s twinkling toes. They didn’t smell too bad, as feet went, and they still had some of that whisky on them. If she wasn’t messing around about the brand, Sheila would’ve liked a taste. ”Get compliments about my tongue all the time.”
She opened her mouth, going for it, letting her hot breaths wash over the skin…
Then stopped.
”But.” She folded her arms over Nerissa’s calf and looked up at the domme as she scooted forward, letting her breasts come to a rest on her legs. ”If you are what I bet you are, there’s a better way to make that happen. You could make me. Or try, anyway.” She bounced from side to side, eager, hyped, her eyes flaring up. ”Come on, no bullshit, let me hear it. You’re a wrestler, right? LAW?”
Given how many people LAW employed, it wasn’t too big of a stretch. A foreigner with a body like that, hanging around not too far from the arena, kinky as fuck? If she wasn’t on the roster, she damn well should’ve been.
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"You were close anyway," Nerissa chuckled slightly.
It was quite a funny situation for her, because the Native American woman did not think she would ever discuss her alias with someone. But it showed in the highest degree that Sheila was a very unusual fruit. She not only brazenly decided to keep Nerissa company this evening, but she was not at all shy about violating the personal space of the long-haired woman. Nerissa involuntarily remembered a phrase that the blonde from their team liked to quote quite often.
"Curiouser and curiouser cried Alice," Lunara's voice sounded in Nerissa's head.
In addition, since Sheila did not object to the words of the native American woman, Nerissa concluded that her guess about the blonde's homeland turned out to be correct. Although after a moment, this small detail became completely indifferent to Nerissa. Why? Because now she was completely enchanted by Sheila's reaction to her proposal. Hearing that the Australian woman could really do this, Nerissa tilted her head, while her eyes narrowed slightly.
When Sheila touched the ankle of the Native American woman, Nerissa realized that it was clearly not just words. The blonde's face was less than a centimeter from her toes. Oh, really? No, Nerissa wasn't ready to believe it. She wasn't the kind of person who could look straight into another person's soul without mistakes. However, she was ready to swear that the blonde would not do it like that.
"I bet you do," Nerissa said in response to Sheila's words about compliments about her tongue.
And after these words, she bit her lower lip slightly. At the moment when the hot breath of the Australian woman ran over her skin, Nerissa was visited by quite two feelings. On the one hand, she would really be glad if all five of her toes were in Sheila's mouth. It was far from the toughest fetish of the Native American woman, but it was definitely one of those that gave her the most pleasure. What did she feel in contrast to this? Oh, she knew for sure that if her foot was in the blonde's mouth now, she would be disappointed. And, perhaps, she could have said in advance that this feeling of disappointment would be much stronger than the feeling of pleasure.
Sheila saved her from disappointment. At the moment when it seemed that the blonde's tongue would inevitably run over Nerissa's toes, she changed her position, crossing her arms over the shin of the native American woman. But that wasn't all, Sheila also leaned forward, which is why her voluminous breasts pressed against the hips of the long-haired woman. A spark ran through Nerissa's eyes, because she liked this development much more. And this feeling intensified the moment Sheila suggested Nerissa to make her do it. Yes, this was the option that the Native American woman liked the most. And she could probably start right now.
"Hoooo?" She was slightly surprised before she managed to start putting the blonde's proposal into practice.
Sheila decided to find the answer to the question on her own. Interesting. Very interesting. Correct answer on the first try. What was interesting about it? Well. Nerissa was clearly not ready to believe that it was a shot into the void that turned out to be successful. Something clearly led Sheila to this answer. And the main question was, what exactly helped the blonde find the right answer just like that?
"Bullseye," Nerissa admitted, baring her teeth in a wide smile.
She intended to smoothly raise her left hand to the Australian woman's head. Turning her palm up, she wanted to touch Sheila's chin with two fingers. Without stopping to look the blonde straight in the eyes, the Native American woman was going to make her rise a little. Yes, unfortunately, in this case, her hips would no longer feel those wonderful tits, but their faces would become much closer, especially considering that Nerissa was going to bend down. She was going to make it so that Sheila could feel her breathing, while there were only a few millimeters between their lips.
"And what about you?" Nerissa asked sharply.
And no less sharply, she was going to lower her palm and push Sheila above her chest, not too roughly, but with sufficient force. In such a simple way, she wanted to make the blonde press to the back of the sofa. And if she really succeeded, then Nerissa's next move would be no less brazen. Throwing her leg over Sheila's legs, she was going to sit on the Australian woman's hips. Was there a chance that Nerissa didn't notice with what a hungry look Sheila was staring at her breasts in the first seconds? Not a chance. But now the blonde has an even nicer viewing angle, since Nerissa's breasts would be right in front of her face.
"LAW is, of course, a world-famous federation." She said, putting her hands on the blonde's shoulders. "I think anyone has heard about it even in the deepest ass of the world." Nerissa slightly strained her fingers to squeeze Sheila's shoulders. "But what are the chances to guess that I'm a wrestler just because I'm a foreigner with a sporty physique who spends her free time in a BDSM club?" Nerissa's palms sank a little lower, and her fingers touched the blonde's biceps, although it hardly looked like something purposeful. "What do we have in your case?" Nerissa's palms moved under Sheila's armpits and headed down to her waist. "A hot Australian woman with an equally athletic physique." At these words, Nerissa's palms unceremoniously moved under the blonde's T-shirt, and her fingers began to feel Seila's abs. "Who was obviously not going to, but did not hesitate to visit a BDSM club, who was not afraid to offer to make her to worship feet and who guessed who I was from the first attempt." Nerissa's hands abruptly rose up, and her palms joined behind Sheila's head, in a way hugging the Australian woman, thanks to which Nerissa's breasts became even closer to the blonde's face. "I'm certainly far from Christoph Waltz in the role of Hans Landa, but nevertheless." Nerissa's unnaturally long tongue ran over her thin lips, showing how much she liked everything that was happening. "Only another wrestler would be able to guess such a thing at the first attempt, wouldn't you, the Wild One?" Tilting her head down, Nerissa was going to bring their faces closer again, waiting for an answer to her assumption.
It was quite a funny situation for her, because the Native American woman did not think she would ever discuss her alias with someone. But it showed in the highest degree that Sheila was a very unusual fruit. She not only brazenly decided to keep Nerissa company this evening, but she was not at all shy about violating the personal space of the long-haired woman. Nerissa involuntarily remembered a phrase that the blonde from their team liked to quote quite often.
"Curiouser and curiouser cried Alice," Lunara's voice sounded in Nerissa's head.
In addition, since Sheila did not object to the words of the native American woman, Nerissa concluded that her guess about the blonde's homeland turned out to be correct. Although after a moment, this small detail became completely indifferent to Nerissa. Why? Because now she was completely enchanted by Sheila's reaction to her proposal. Hearing that the Australian woman could really do this, Nerissa tilted her head, while her eyes narrowed slightly.
When Sheila touched the ankle of the Native American woman, Nerissa realized that it was clearly not just words. The blonde's face was less than a centimeter from her toes. Oh, really? No, Nerissa wasn't ready to believe it. She wasn't the kind of person who could look straight into another person's soul without mistakes. However, she was ready to swear that the blonde would not do it like that.
"I bet you do," Nerissa said in response to Sheila's words about compliments about her tongue.
And after these words, she bit her lower lip slightly. At the moment when the hot breath of the Australian woman ran over her skin, Nerissa was visited by quite two feelings. On the one hand, she would really be glad if all five of her toes were in Sheila's mouth. It was far from the toughest fetish of the Native American woman, but it was definitely one of those that gave her the most pleasure. What did she feel in contrast to this? Oh, she knew for sure that if her foot was in the blonde's mouth now, she would be disappointed. And, perhaps, she could have said in advance that this feeling of disappointment would be much stronger than the feeling of pleasure.
Sheila saved her from disappointment. At the moment when it seemed that the blonde's tongue would inevitably run over Nerissa's toes, she changed her position, crossing her arms over the shin of the native American woman. But that wasn't all, Sheila also leaned forward, which is why her voluminous breasts pressed against the hips of the long-haired woman. A spark ran through Nerissa's eyes, because she liked this development much more. And this feeling intensified the moment Sheila suggested Nerissa to make her do it. Yes, this was the option that the Native American woman liked the most. And she could probably start right now.
"Hoooo?" She was slightly surprised before she managed to start putting the blonde's proposal into practice.
Sheila decided to find the answer to the question on her own. Interesting. Very interesting. Correct answer on the first try. What was interesting about it? Well. Nerissa was clearly not ready to believe that it was a shot into the void that turned out to be successful. Something clearly led Sheila to this answer. And the main question was, what exactly helped the blonde find the right answer just like that?
"Bullseye," Nerissa admitted, baring her teeth in a wide smile.
She intended to smoothly raise her left hand to the Australian woman's head. Turning her palm up, she wanted to touch Sheila's chin with two fingers. Without stopping to look the blonde straight in the eyes, the Native American woman was going to make her rise a little. Yes, unfortunately, in this case, her hips would no longer feel those wonderful tits, but their faces would become much closer, especially considering that Nerissa was going to bend down. She was going to make it so that Sheila could feel her breathing, while there were only a few millimeters between their lips.
"And what about you?" Nerissa asked sharply.
And no less sharply, she was going to lower her palm and push Sheila above her chest, not too roughly, but with sufficient force. In such a simple way, she wanted to make the blonde press to the back of the sofa. And if she really succeeded, then Nerissa's next move would be no less brazen. Throwing her leg over Sheila's legs, she was going to sit on the Australian woman's hips. Was there a chance that Nerissa didn't notice with what a hungry look Sheila was staring at her breasts in the first seconds? Not a chance. But now the blonde has an even nicer viewing angle, since Nerissa's breasts would be right in front of her face.
"LAW is, of course, a world-famous federation." She said, putting her hands on the blonde's shoulders. "I think anyone has heard about it even in the deepest ass of the world." Nerissa slightly strained her fingers to squeeze Sheila's shoulders. "But what are the chances to guess that I'm a wrestler just because I'm a foreigner with a sporty physique who spends her free time in a BDSM club?" Nerissa's palms sank a little lower, and her fingers touched the blonde's biceps, although it hardly looked like something purposeful. "What do we have in your case?" Nerissa's palms moved under Sheila's armpits and headed down to her waist. "A hot Australian woman with an equally athletic physique." At these words, Nerissa's palms unceremoniously moved under the blonde's T-shirt, and her fingers began to feel Seila's abs. "Who was obviously not going to, but did not hesitate to visit a BDSM club, who was not afraid to offer to make her to worship feet and who guessed who I was from the first attempt." Nerissa's hands abruptly rose up, and her palms joined behind Sheila's head, in a way hugging the Australian woman, thanks to which Nerissa's breasts became even closer to the blonde's face. "I'm certainly far from Christoph Waltz in the role of Hans Landa, but nevertheless." Nerissa's unnaturally long tongue ran over her thin lips, showing how much she liked everything that was happening. "Only another wrestler would be able to guess such a thing at the first attempt, wouldn't you, the Wild One?" Tilting her head down, Nerissa was going to bring their faces closer again, waiting for an answer to her assumption.
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Re: Rough Start
Sheila didn’t think she was a smart person.
…okay, it would be fair to say she was straight up dumb.
Barely made her way through school, never had a typical job in her life. History? Couldn't tell you shit about it. Math? Everything past Geometry was all a blank. English? She’d never read a book longer than three hundred pages. Science? She was good at rigging pyro and fireworks for her shows, but beyond that, she was on the ‘Volcanoes At Science Fair’ level and going no further. She would never hold a major in anything, had zero aptitude to speak of.
But she did know people. More to the point, she knew wrestling. Even more to the point, she knew wrestlers. And while she wasn’t a detective, that was the vibe she got with the woman before. Or maybe she just really, really wanted it to be true.
And it was. Lucky for her.
Sheila was pretty damn pleased with herself for getting it one and not looking like the dumbass she knew she could be more often than not, but she wasn’t expecting more of a reward for the correct guess than bragging right in her own head. Nerissa, as it turned out, had more inventive ideas in mind, ones that involved moving around a bit and seizing her chin. That forced her off that lovely leg, but it was a fair trade off - instead, she was close to Nerissa’s face. Damn close. Close enough to take every breath the dark-skinned serpent made on her tongue.
…God, this chick was hot. If Sheila’d known this was the sort of wrestler who’d come out when you put hentai wrestling in your promotion, she would’ve added some into her backyard wrestling years ago. The Aussie was no stranger when it came to flirting and fucking and touching and closing the deal, but this was next level. Was taking her strong effort to not get her tongue all over this woman.
It wasn’t made any easier when Nerissa made a play for dominance, pushing her down and getting on top. Sheila settled into the leather as Echidna did the same with her, getting on top, straddling her, letting those fine legs clamp around the sides. There wouldn’t be much stopping her - no way was the Aussie stopping this from happening. She liked all types of bodies pressing up against, but there was something about Nerissa’s that was better than anyone she could remember. As best as she could guess, it came down to how similar their bodies were. About the same weight, about the same build. Maybe not a perfect match all over, but close enough to fit like a key in a lock.
Sheila leaned back and let Nerissa slither all over her, touching her wherever she liked. She had to bite her lip to keep the moans from slipping out, but there was no hiding the way she writhed at the touch, the way her muscles strained wherever those fingers went. By the time she was moving up and pressing those breasts against her face, Sheila was fully enraptured, loving every little thing that was coming her way. Didn’t know what that bit about Hans Landa or whoever was about, slight mood killer there, but that aside? Loving it.
”Mmph. Fuck, you’re too much.” Sheila buried her face in Nerissa’s chest and took a deep breath, getting in as much of this woman’s scent as she could take before she looked back up. ”Yeah. Yeah, I’m a wrestler, bang on. I’d clap, you know, but my hands…”
She brought them around behind Echidna and ran her kneels down the back, tickling her nerves all the way down. Down, down, down, until each hand found a nice cheek to latch onto. Squeezing, massaging, digging her fingers deep into the flesh, just savoring the way Nerissa felt to the touch. Enjoying each other.
”Seems like we’re on the same page, right? So, here’s what I’m thinking.” She slipped her head to the side, coming close to a kiss, but missing it by inches. ”Could go back to my place. Or yours. Either way. Continue this there, see where it goes.”
If that was the way this was going, Sheila hoped Nerissa would opt for the latter, because the crappy studio apartment Sheila was renting was about the worst place to fuck she’d ever seen.
”Or we could do this the fun way.” She rubbed the side of her head against Nerissa’s, a playful nudge. ”A match. Any kind you like. Take it to the ring and I’ll show you where my name comes from, hm?”
…okay, it would be fair to say she was straight up dumb.
Barely made her way through school, never had a typical job in her life. History? Couldn't tell you shit about it. Math? Everything past Geometry was all a blank. English? She’d never read a book longer than three hundred pages. Science? She was good at rigging pyro and fireworks for her shows, but beyond that, she was on the ‘Volcanoes At Science Fair’ level and going no further. She would never hold a major in anything, had zero aptitude to speak of.
But she did know people. More to the point, she knew wrestling. Even more to the point, she knew wrestlers. And while she wasn’t a detective, that was the vibe she got with the woman before. Or maybe she just really, really wanted it to be true.
And it was. Lucky for her.
Sheila was pretty damn pleased with herself for getting it one and not looking like the dumbass she knew she could be more often than not, but she wasn’t expecting more of a reward for the correct guess than bragging right in her own head. Nerissa, as it turned out, had more inventive ideas in mind, ones that involved moving around a bit and seizing her chin. That forced her off that lovely leg, but it was a fair trade off - instead, she was close to Nerissa’s face. Damn close. Close enough to take every breath the dark-skinned serpent made on her tongue.
…God, this chick was hot. If Sheila’d known this was the sort of wrestler who’d come out when you put hentai wrestling in your promotion, she would’ve added some into her backyard wrestling years ago. The Aussie was no stranger when it came to flirting and fucking and touching and closing the deal, but this was next level. Was taking her strong effort to not get her tongue all over this woman.
It wasn’t made any easier when Nerissa made a play for dominance, pushing her down and getting on top. Sheila settled into the leather as Echidna did the same with her, getting on top, straddling her, letting those fine legs clamp around the sides. There wouldn’t be much stopping her - no way was the Aussie stopping this from happening. She liked all types of bodies pressing up against, but there was something about Nerissa’s that was better than anyone she could remember. As best as she could guess, it came down to how similar their bodies were. About the same weight, about the same build. Maybe not a perfect match all over, but close enough to fit like a key in a lock.
Sheila leaned back and let Nerissa slither all over her, touching her wherever she liked. She had to bite her lip to keep the moans from slipping out, but there was no hiding the way she writhed at the touch, the way her muscles strained wherever those fingers went. By the time she was moving up and pressing those breasts against her face, Sheila was fully enraptured, loving every little thing that was coming her way. Didn’t know what that bit about Hans Landa or whoever was about, slight mood killer there, but that aside? Loving it.
”Mmph. Fuck, you’re too much.” Sheila buried her face in Nerissa’s chest and took a deep breath, getting in as much of this woman’s scent as she could take before she looked back up. ”Yeah. Yeah, I’m a wrestler, bang on. I’d clap, you know, but my hands…”
She brought them around behind Echidna and ran her kneels down the back, tickling her nerves all the way down. Down, down, down, until each hand found a nice cheek to latch onto. Squeezing, massaging, digging her fingers deep into the flesh, just savoring the way Nerissa felt to the touch. Enjoying each other.
”Seems like we’re on the same page, right? So, here’s what I’m thinking.” She slipped her head to the side, coming close to a kiss, but missing it by inches. ”Could go back to my place. Or yours. Either way. Continue this there, see where it goes.”
If that was the way this was going, Sheila hoped Nerissa would opt for the latter, because the crappy studio apartment Sheila was renting was about the worst place to fuck she’d ever seen.
”Or we could do this the fun way.” She rubbed the side of her head against Nerissa’s, a playful nudge. ”A match. Any kind you like. Take it to the ring and I’ll show you where my name comes from, hm?”
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Re: Rough Start
Not everyone wants to be dominanted. However, Sheila had no problems with this. The blonde was not going to interfere with Nerissa after the Native American woman pressed her against the back of the sofa. Someone would probably find the actions of the long-haired woman too assertive, but she wasn't going to act any other way. She has never hidden who she is. And she didn't see any reason to change her behavior for anything or for anyone.
However, only a blind person would not have seen that the Australian woman was enjoying what was happening. When Nerissa's deft fingers began to explore the blonde's body, she noticed that Sheila was making considerable efforts to keep her mouth closed. But her body couldn't hide what she was feeling. Slight twitching of the muscles indicated that every touch of Nerissa reached the deepest strings of her soul.
The cherry on the cake for Sheila was the moment when Nerissa put her arms around her neck and allowed the Australian woman's face to be in front of her breasts. The blonde happily accepted this and plunged her face into Nerissa's chest. She took a breath so deep that the Native American woman could have sworn she heard a light whistle. It seems Sheila really liked everything that was happening. And, there was nothing to hide here, Nerissa also enjoyed it.
And she enjoyed even more that her guess turned out to be correct. The comment about the hands made her chuckle slightly. But, as it turned out, it wasn't just a comment, it was a warning. Sheila's palms slid along Nerissa's back, and then ended up on one of the best parts of the Native American woman's body. Because of the maximally short shorts, her ass was practically naked, so she felt in all its glory how Sheila's fingers squeezed her flesh. Nerissa bit her lower lip, but still hissed playfully. She could feel how fast the blood was running through her veins.
"I'm sure you'd like my toy collection," Nerissa said, leaning against Sheila's ear after the failed kiss.
When Nerissa moved to Japan, she spent every last cent of what she had earned over the years. Underground wrestling is not a place where you can really get rich, so now Nerissa had absolutely nothing behind her soul except her new apartment. But this apartment was a real dream with huge panoramic windows, a small gym and a room for her fun. The Native American woman was sure that they would have a great time there. However, when Sheila introduced the third option, Nerissa felt that her pussy began to get wet. This idea was extremely exciting.
"You haven't debuted yet, otherwise I would have known." Nerissa said. Nerissa's manager knew her preferences and would have said if Sheila had already had a match. "And you're challenging me for your debut match?" The Native American woman slightly pushed her hands back and touched her fingertips to the shaved temples of the blonde. "Damn, I would fuck you like the last whore right here, enjoying your moans and screams." She confessed, slightly digging her fingers into Sheila's hair in order to tilt her head back. "But your offer is too tempting." This time, Nerissa did not let things go on the brakes. Approaching the Australian woman's face, she ran her tongue over those sweet lips. "So how about a hardcore match? And the winner will do whatever they want with the loser for as long as they want, a humiliation hardcore match in other words." Nerissa was going to strain her legs in order to squeeze Sheila's hips and waist more tightly. "And although this is enough in my opinion, we can raise the stakes even higher." Yes, Nerissa was a gambling person. "We can make this match as part of the Apex qualification, for me it will be an opportunity to take a step towards my goal, and for you it will be an opportunity to increase the starting rating of your career." Nerissa's fingers tightened as well, squeezing those blonde hair harder. "So what do you say?"
However, only a blind person would not have seen that the Australian woman was enjoying what was happening. When Nerissa's deft fingers began to explore the blonde's body, she noticed that Sheila was making considerable efforts to keep her mouth closed. But her body couldn't hide what she was feeling. Slight twitching of the muscles indicated that every touch of Nerissa reached the deepest strings of her soul.
The cherry on the cake for Sheila was the moment when Nerissa put her arms around her neck and allowed the Australian woman's face to be in front of her breasts. The blonde happily accepted this and plunged her face into Nerissa's chest. She took a breath so deep that the Native American woman could have sworn she heard a light whistle. It seems Sheila really liked everything that was happening. And, there was nothing to hide here, Nerissa also enjoyed it.
And she enjoyed even more that her guess turned out to be correct. The comment about the hands made her chuckle slightly. But, as it turned out, it wasn't just a comment, it was a warning. Sheila's palms slid along Nerissa's back, and then ended up on one of the best parts of the Native American woman's body. Because of the maximally short shorts, her ass was practically naked, so she felt in all its glory how Sheila's fingers squeezed her flesh. Nerissa bit her lower lip, but still hissed playfully. She could feel how fast the blood was running through her veins.
"I'm sure you'd like my toy collection," Nerissa said, leaning against Sheila's ear after the failed kiss.
When Nerissa moved to Japan, she spent every last cent of what she had earned over the years. Underground wrestling is not a place where you can really get rich, so now Nerissa had absolutely nothing behind her soul except her new apartment. But this apartment was a real dream with huge panoramic windows, a small gym and a room for her fun. The Native American woman was sure that they would have a great time there. However, when Sheila introduced the third option, Nerissa felt that her pussy began to get wet. This idea was extremely exciting.
"You haven't debuted yet, otherwise I would have known." Nerissa said. Nerissa's manager knew her preferences and would have said if Sheila had already had a match. "And you're challenging me for your debut match?" The Native American woman slightly pushed her hands back and touched her fingertips to the shaved temples of the blonde. "Damn, I would fuck you like the last whore right here, enjoying your moans and screams." She confessed, slightly digging her fingers into Sheila's hair in order to tilt her head back. "But your offer is too tempting." This time, Nerissa did not let things go on the brakes. Approaching the Australian woman's face, she ran her tongue over those sweet lips. "So how about a hardcore match? And the winner will do whatever they want with the loser for as long as they want, a humiliation hardcore match in other words." Nerissa was going to strain her legs in order to squeeze Sheila's hips and waist more tightly. "And although this is enough in my opinion, we can raise the stakes even higher." Yes, Nerissa was a gambling person. "We can make this match as part of the Apex qualification, for me it will be an opportunity to take a step towards my goal, and for you it will be an opportunity to increase the starting rating of your career." Nerissa's fingers tightened as well, squeezing those blonde hair harder. "So what do you say?"
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