The Party's in the Penthouse (for thesteedman - Esther, Eve, and Baroness)

[HotWheels]

Here Esther felt sorry for herself, and this woman seemed to have already taken her own stab to the heart. The disappointment on her face disappearing, Esther gazed on the beauty with an apology on her face. "Yeah, that really sucks. Sorry you didn't have anyone to give you a warning," she said, thinking that a pretty sorry way to usher in a woman's first experience at LAW. In her usual style, however, Esther tried to spin a positive into her condolences. "But you show up to a party in a little black dress, so you must not have suffered too much!"

Steph was another pretty name. She sounded like a Steph, and on that note, she had another pretty voice. Why did every foreign accent sound so hot when Esther had some alcohol in her? They always sounded that way, though, she supposed, but she didn't overreact to everything when she felt completely sober. "Nice to meet you too!" Despite her slightly foggy mind, Esther tried to quickly come up with something flirty she could say to add to her greeting, but those last few sips must have finally decided to affect her mind, and she didn't have the advantage of a few preconceived lines she could deliver at Steph, like she had with Eve. Crap, she better get those together quickly...

As it turned out, she didn't need to. Steph slapped her own compliments atop Esther, and the lavender-haired American southerner started to glow as she did. The words might have been an exaggeration considering they both sat in a room with two dozen pretty people. They might have also been an attempt just to get in her pants. But considering Esther was about a minute removed from dropping her own lines for the same purpose, she didn't mind at all, and the sight of Steph's toned legs when the other woman crossed them and shifted in her seat made her more than happy to be the target of the Frenchwoman's interests.

Esther tucked her hair behind her ear in the universal sign that she responded well to the flirtation, but she waved the compliment off. Esther knew she had looks to spare, but she could pretend as if she didn't. "Steph, you're going to make me ask a very important question. Have you had a couple of drinks too many?" She winked at the other woman, making it clear she was the one at least one drink too far into the night. "Someone with your looks shouldn't lower her standards because of a little alcohol in her system." Playing coy seemed far better than saying "okay we're both hot; let's fight out our sexual tension in private."

Hopefully, Steph wouldn't suddenly reveal any telepathic powers. The ideas that flashed in Esther's mind about that fight and those legs were not approved by Common Sense Media. Esther tried to keep them at bay. Maybe she also had a kink for people complimenting her...

Uh oh. And she proposed more drinks. Free drinks. Esther, whose face clearly wore the distress of being caught between sharing free drinks with a beautiful woman and wanting to get home without passing out in the back of a cab, tapped at the surface of the bar with her fingernails. "Ugh, I want to...but I'm heading towards tripping over my own heels as it is. If I make mine orange juice, could we still talk?" She put on her best flirty eyes again. "Promise I'll respond really really well if you tell me I'm the hottest woman in the room again."

[thesteedman]

The Baroness could not help but pull an amused expression toward Esther when she dropped her comment about Steph having too much to drink to make her assessment on her beautiful looks. The French woman shook her head and made a pleasant giggle.
"Oooo... the amount of cheese on that one was strong." Stephanie would pass comment. It was part in jest, no doubt to slice away any potential awkwardness or tensions, but it seemed of those things there were very trace amounts. Her challenge was proving to be easier than the Baroness had anticipated, probably mostly due to how much alcohol was in Esther's system, and partly because even in her alter ego of Steph, she could see Esther was checking her out, and was more than eager to take things elsewhere after her encounter with Eve. Add in a sprinkle of lies, and the Baroness had Esther wrapped around her finger. From here she was convinced she could take matters where she wanted to.

"Hmm... I tell you what. How about we ditch this party? The music is leaving a buzz in my ears and I think its dying off anyway... I have a room in this hotel if you want to come up there. There's a little cabinet that has a few drinks, even some lighter ones if you're feeling a little light on your feet. How about we... slip away there? We can better get to know each other." Steph would whisper, her eyes not leaving Esther's as she made a modest swig of the beer in her hand. And that was it... the trap had been set. Baroness did not possess a crystal ball, but she could already predict the answer Esther was going to give. The poor beauty never stood a chance... she was intoxicated, and she was clearly looking for a good time beyond the social aspect of the party. Having been denied Eve, the Baroness tossed her a lifeline, one she would no doubt eagerly take.

The Baroness leaned back a little, letting her form fitting dress give Esther a full display of her well tuned figure. In truth, the Baroness was already taking in Esther's form, admiring the unique shade of her hair, the alluring beauty of her angelic face as well as the killer body that was contained within the dress. She let her own guard slip a little, her tongue sliding over her own black lips... a certain look within her eyes that was different... darker and hungry. The shell slipped only for a few seconds though, and soon 'Steph' looked like her upbeat self once again, managing a winning smile as she leaned forwards, giving an 'accidental' view for Esther of her fine cleavage.
"What do you say?..."

[HotWheels]

Esther grinned big when the beauty accused her of aging some cheese with her line. The giggle, admittedly, made her a little more smitten with her newest conversation partner, so she would happily let Steph refer to her as cheesy. She just threw up a shrugging hand and then rested her chin on it atop the bar. "I'm a little cheesy when I'm totally sober. It gets worse when I've had drinks. And I have." That fact likely appeared completely obvious. Despite that last drink hitting her hard, though, Esther still felt in control of everything save for her ability to communicate at a level that would impress a woman as gorgeous as Steph.

But apparently her slightly off attempt at flirting had done the trick. Esther's lavender eyes started to widen the moment Steph proposed that they ditch the party, and while she dared not hope for more, the next few words that the gothic beauty threw her way struck every. Note. She wished to hear. Gazing into the other woman's icy eyes, Esther could feel her temperature rising at the idea, and her face momentarily tore into awestruck. Could she have it that easy tonight? Go from one chance with a potential beauty to a chance with another? Esther didn't know if she could believe it, but if she could, she knew her answer.

Of course, Esther had to play it cool. She sank back into her seat, taking on a ponderous look and tapping at her chin. And then Steph had to go and wiggle around a little in that black dress again. The briefest glance down at the other woman's legs and down the front of her shirt made her decision evident when the sights captivated her for a second too long. Curses, Esther couldn't even pretend that joining the woman in her room was a difficult decision. At least if she got a reputation after this escapade, only Steph would know about it.

"I think that sounds like a very good time," Esther gave as her demure answer, as she snagged her purse. It was better than "show me the way; let's hurry." Wiggling a touch in her seat with anticipation, she glanced over at Steph with ready eyes. Perhaps she should be more hesitant. Perhaps they should talk a little more. But Esther felt great to even be here in the big leagues and at this party, and if anything happened untoward...well, she was a wrestler. And a good one. Even buzzed, she could deck most anyone.

And gosh, she felt so much naughty anticipation for this idea. "We'll figure out the details when we get there. Let's skedaddle."

[thesteedman]

With a seductive smile, the Baroness... or 'Steph' as she was right now downed the rest of her beer, before setting it down on the bar. She slid up to her feet, giving Esther an enticing glance before she made a small motion for her to follow her. Whilst the party was still in motion, it had certainly died down a little since it began, making navigating through a bit more of an ease than earlier. Steph moved at a nice pace, her body a sight to behold even from behind with the dress hugging her marvel of a figure. There was almost something hypnotic about how Stephanie walked, giving a slow glance back to make sure Esther was still following her. She gave a pleasant smile and a playful wink, before slowly walking out the main doors of the hall.

It did not take long to reach the elevator, and Esther would notice Steph pull out a card from her purse, letting it beep before the doors close. The mention of 'pent house suite' echoed after a long winded automated message played out. The moment the doors closed, Steph slowly slipped up closer to Esther.
"So... what made you want to become a wrestler?" Steph would ask, keeping up the game until she had Esther where she wanted her. Her voice was lower, a little more sensual in tone. That was not to say that she could not get things started. Slowly she slid besides Esther, letting a hand slide and trace around her hip, whilst she purposely pressed one of her bare legs against Esther's own, making sure to slide her inner thigh against her prey's. She certainly enjoyed the smooth contact and could feel the heat coming from the lavender haired beauty.

For now she was simply testing the waters, but she made it no secret what her intent was. Given how the conversation went in the bar, there was no way it was ever going to go any other way. Already her face neared that of Esther's, her breath softly spreading against her neck as she began to tease at her shoulder with a soft and gentle hand.

[HotWheels]

If Esther didn't already feel excitement about the possibility of what could go on between her and the brilliant body wrapped in that little tight black dress and the kind woman it belonged to, she certainly did as she trailed behind Steph, watching the woman's ass sway with each step. Nothing in the world made for a better ass than wrestling, and Steph had a particularly nice one. Esther, purse clutched to her hip, almost bumped into a couple of women as she watched it sway on her already-shaky feet (why had she worn heels when she planend to drink?). She decided she should probably just watch where she was going about the time Steph looked back at her, and Esther innocently grinned back.

When they reached the elevator, Esther quietly watched Steph pull out a card and swipe it, impatiently rocking back and forth from heels to toes. The computer read out a little message...wait... "Penthouse!?", she blurted, before realizing maybe she should not have said that so loud. She clasped a hand over her mouth and glanced over her shoulder before looking back to Steph with a grin. "Someone's got some money to spare. Or was it the dad thing?" Esther's family had money, but not "we rent the penthouse for ourselves" money. Penthouses were gorgeous, with their windowed walls with the views people could enjoy while they pushed up against those walls mid-coitus... Okay, maybe Esther had thought about the possibilities brought on by sex in a penthouse. She might get to live that fantasy.

Even more eagerly, she slipped into the elevator with Steph, leaving the two alone. And Esther did not have to wait to see if tensions rose. Steph promptly closed the distance now that they had privacy, and Esther looked over to her with a welcome in her eyes and smile while the beautiful stranger's hands slipped over her hips and shoulders. What really got her was the leg, however, and Esther leaned in a touch, letting her own mostly bare leg slip across Steph's. Smooth legs touching never got old. Her own hand slipped down, first teasing at the dark beauty's lower back before slipping a touch lower, over the swell of her rear.

"Oh, parents, ya know? This was their career," she answered, quietly. "But I have to admit, a big perk is getting to meet all these gorgeous people and getting to know them a little better." She quirked her head mischievously as her fingers traced a little tighter along the black dress' seamline. Wow, tight butt. "Or a lot better. How about you?"

[thesteedman]

Steph simply smiled rather than reply; in truth she became oddly quiet now, seemingly confident in her catch and knowing she was going nowhere. Rather than answer her questions, she simply continued to press closer to her, all but pinning Esther up the lift wall with a thud. By now their lips were close as Steph moved in, brushing her lips over Esther's, but pulling back to tease when Esther would try and kiss. Steph managed a quiet and tantalising giggle, her hands beginning to roam more firmly around the lavender beauty's exquisite form. She slid her hands over her hips, tracing them up her sides, before gently teasing the sides of her breasts. By now she was in close, her lips tracing over Esther's neckline, as Steph found herself breathing in deep to take in the scent of her prey.

A ping of the lift would be what interrupted the moment, as Steph would smile, grasping Esther by the wrist before walking out of the lift with her toy in tow. Before the two were ornate doors, which seemed to open automatically as Steph approached. Within was a romantically lit Penthouse apartment as the lift had seemingly promised. There was barely a wall, instead just vast window panes that left a fantastic view of the city beyond. Despite the late hour, the cityscape was still well lit, giving a breath-taking display. The room itself was out of this world, its floor carpeted but kept to perfection. Modern and unique designed couches were in a square formation, joined by a glass table in its centre. A wooden banner less stairway went upwards towards an open space that was no doubt its bedroom area.

The kitchen was dark with a few low lights, but looked state of the art and clean. The doors began to softly close behind before a lock could be heard, and slowly Steph began to pace ahead, finally realising her surprisingly strong grip from Esther's wrists. Already her heels were off, as Steph walked barefoot, still in a hypnotic like manner that was hard to take ones eyes off. The air seemed to change about her though... when she turned her look was different, somehow stunning and sexy, yet there was something altogether suddenly lethal about her, like that charming aspect of when they first met was suddenly gone. Slowly Steph began to lie herself back against one of the large surface couchers, as her dress was now slightly undone, exposing one of her shoulders, whilst her legs spread out. A dark smile crept its way onto her lips.

"So... what style of wrestling do you enjoy most? Have any particular moves you like the most?" Steph would say... her voice suddenly all the more softer yet so alluring and intoxicating. Her French accent was more audible, dripping into every word, giving an experience similar to expensive silk running on ones skin. The Baroness licked her lips, her facade almost gone by now. She almost seemed like a different woman.

[HotWheels]

Business over conversation. Esther could deal with that. As Steph pushed into her space, Esther gladly gave way. She didn't much mind who had control in these situations, as long as she got to be a big part of the fun. Her subtle palming of the dark beauty's rear turned into a grip, and she gave her a big squeeze as they made it to the wall. She was going to play coy with those lips, too. Esther could save the kisses for later if she wanted, and on entirely different parts of her body. For now, she contentedly massaged at Steph's butt, took a quick trip down to her thigh, and started pulling lightly on the top of her little black dress with the other hand, wishing she could throw down her purse to get both hands involved. Damn breakable phones.

The door opened, and though Steph pulled away, she brought Esther with her with an eagerness that momentarily distracted the farm girl from her beautiful surroundings. "Someone's doing a good job of convincing me I'm the hottest per-", she began to say, before she got a glance at the penthouse that floored her enough that she nearly tripped over her own feet drinking in the sights. "Ohhh...wow." Yep, there resided the wall of windows where Esther might like to be pinned someday when she was having fun with someone like Steph. That seemed a lot to ask tonight, but with the eagerness Steph was showing...

Recovering from her awe, Esther realized hers were the only heels clicking on the floor, and wobbly from the drinking as it was, she reached down to unstrap her heels and shuffle across the floor behind Steph. Her host had left her to wander free now, but Esther's wandering led her right to the woman who propped herself up with those killer legs spread and who looked, to Esther, more lustful now that they had reached the penthouse together alone. Without a single alarm bell ringing, Esther saddled up to her with all the eager intent in the world, wiggling her chest as she knelt between the woman's legs.

As she asked her question, Esther could not help but prop herself in place with a hand on each of Steph's thighs. Strong, firm, but smooth. They felt as good as they looked. "Well," she began, playfully. "You have to be a fan of the classics." Her grip became a slow massage, and she leaned up, her chest on prominent display as she arched her back, offering for Steph to start grabbing and removing. "What's better than a good smother? Or a tight bearhug with someone with a hot body?" She tried to sneak in a small peck at Steph's neckline. "A grapevine? Or a scissorhold. They can all be fun with the right person."

[thesteedman]

It was almost too perfect. Esther slowly lowered her to die for frame between Baroness' now fully exposed legs. Her hands began to glide over the tyrants thighs, firmly caressing against the bare skin, whilst Esther slowly arched her perfect body back, almost as if offering herself as a sacrifice to her perversions and whims. It was almost a sign from above when she mentioned enjoying scissorholds, as almost no-one could scissor like the Baroness was capable of. It took more than anyone could ever know for Baroness not to lock her legs around that fine waist and squeeze her for all she was worth. Whilst that part would certainly happen... it could not happen just yet. Such a thing had to be earned, built up. The Baroness had a process, and that favourite part of hers would be the finish.

That did not stop her from springing to action. It was more a tease and detriment to herself, but the Baroness would lock those thighs of hers around Esther in a brutal grasp, crossing her calves and pulling her close. However, the grip would not last long... it was simply to trap her prey. The Baroness was near salivating, and she could hold herself back no longer. In a deft display, Baroness bodyscissored Esther close, before pulling her in close and rolling backwards with her on the massive and soft exquisite couch. Esther would end up on her back, with the Baroness mounting over her hips. She shuddered in delight, her hands sliding up Esther's form as she was near perched over her. By now the straps of her black dress were sloped down her form, exposing more of her breasts and revealing a strapless bra like top that barely covered what they needed too, exposing much of her underboob on the one breast that was mostly exposed.

The Baroness leaned in, licking over Esther's neck and kissing deep, whilst her hands roamed more roughly, grasping at her chest with one hand, as the other slid over her dress coated midriff, near pulling it upwards as her hands continued to explore.
"I was hoping for a challenge tonight... you barely put up any fight at all. Yet... such is your beauty, it more than makes up for the lack of the challenge. I do wonder though sweet little thing... are you lonely? Why would you so willingly enter a serpents lair?... Who would let such a stunning little flower like you wander be in such solitary?" The Baroness spoke.

All at once, the Baroness shifted... her movements’ quick, cerebral and precise. In a near fluid and effortless motion, she placed her rear upon Esther's chest, pressing down her breasts whilst she gripped the couch at either side of her. Her long and dangerous legs slapped around Esther's neck, trapping her head deep between Baroness' thighs, as her ankles could be heard locking together. In less than a second or so, she had Esther in a deep headscissor hold. The Baroness breathed deep, her grip tight, not needing all that much pressure to begin the torturous pressure of the headscissor she had upon her. All whilst she began to whisper sweet nothings in her native language towards Esther.

[HotWheels]

Esther believed she could have felt of Steph's legs the entire rest of the evening. Naturally, she did not want the night to stop there, but with the way they felt beneath her hands, she could certainly enjoy some kisses while massaging them to no-not end. Steph just needed to get to massaging the freckled, excited breasts that Esther pushed at her, and they could call themselves even to get this encounter started. Esther looked up at her, blinking slowly and seductively from under her lashes. Tipsy or not, she still felt like she could communicate what she wanted from the beauty now presented before her as well as ever. Esther hadn't bought this dress to deter people from touching her...

She did not get the exact attention she had in mind. At first, however, she thought that Steph's choice might have proven better. With her mention of scissorhold lust likely triggering the Frenchwoman, Esther felt the woman's gorgeous legs push through her massaging hands and wrapped around her midsection. Kind of tightly, too, like a little more pressure and her ribs would start hurting. It both surprised and aroused her, and that was even before Steph used that leggy grip to pull her in, giving Esther a fantastically intimate encounter with her chest pouring out of that white dress. "Oh...", came her response, alongside a disarming grin. "I didn't have to...oop!"

Oop came in response to Steph flipping them both over with Esther between her legs. Esther blinked at her a few times (with a little awe wound into her surprise). She must have really liked being on top. That was fine, considering Esther did not give a damn either way. She was going to pop Esther's breasts out of her top if she didn't ease up a little, though. The pressure didn't equate to "hey, we're wrestling" levels of intensity, but when her hands dropped back down to the thighs wrapped around her waist, she did try to wiggle a thumb between her side and Steph's adductor muscles to see if she could have any breathing room if she wanted it. She couldn't determine either way, honestly. Oh well, she was tough. And as Steph leaned down to partake of her neck, Esther grabbed the beauty's ass with both hands and returned the favor along Steph's toned shoulders. The southerner could feel her own dress starting to slip up past her hips.

The words that Steph rattled in her direction, however...gave her pause, even through her lustful, buzzed fog. Challenge? Serpent's...lair? Esther's kissing stopped, and as she lay beneath Steph, she turned curious eyes and knit eyebrows on the other woman. "Uh.."

Air released harshly from Esther's chest as the admittedly heavy Frenchwoman pushed up and onto her chest, and a touch of fight-or-flight hit Esther all at once. She brought up both hands to push against Steph's stomach and get her off, to tell her that Esther didn't think she could do much with the woman flattening her breasts into pancakes, but two powerful legs snapping up like jaws blocked her hands. Before Esther could process what had happened, she found herself staring at Steph's stomach and crotch while both of her current adventure's strong legs trapped her face between them. Her nose hovered less than an inch from a smothering. She squeaked.

And Steph was squeezing. Not a squeeze that might pop Esther's head off, but enough to give her discomfort and have her quietly whining as she tried to gather her composure. "Unky...unky..." she said in partially muffled reaction, her lips squished together. Worry written in her eyes, she tried to lift them to Steph's face with pleading intent while her hands came up to lightly pry at the woman's thighs. "Stuph...this's...too mnch...squuze too...tught..."

[thesteedman]

Feeling the prying hands against her impossibly strong legs was always a desire to experience. The Baroness pinched her bottom lip with her teeth in an alluring fashion, managing a soft and quiet moan as she witnessed Esther struggle between her thighs. It was far from her favourite variation of scissor, long having developed a twisted fascination with the bodyscissors, but she could still see the appeal of the headscissor variant. Mostly as it gave her a chance to admire the form of her captive. In a deft manner, the Baroness would release her headscissor hold after what felt like a few minutes, twisting her own form before recapturing Esther in quick succession with a new version.

This time the Baroness was twisted the other way, wrapping her legs around Esther's neck in a figure four headscissors, whilst Esther was given a front row view of Baroness' rear. By now her own dress was slowly coming undone, her back unzipped with the dress no doubt eager to slip away and reveal more of the Baroness' exquisite and to die for form. However, the Baroness also had a fantastic view of her own captives tantalising body. She watched as her bare legs writhed and struggled, and slowly could not help herself by softly and almost delicately pulling upwards upon Esher's dress, looking to slowly reveal her bare midriff. Whilst she did this, her powerful legs continued to squeeze Esther's head and neck... not too tightly to strangle her, but certainly leave her breathless and gasping.

The Baroness managed a soft giggle, running one hand down her thigh in a sensual and slow manner, enjoying the touch of her skin against her own. All whilst her other hand began to slowly caress around her well-formed midriff, making sure to clear the dress and reveal her stomach. By now the Baroness was in her element, she always had a thing for a good centrefold, and Esther's lived up to what the Baroness had imagined. Slowly she leaned down, giving a few soft kisses against her skin, letting her lips trace over her abs before sliding lower, kissing around her navel before she slowly let her tongue trail lower down Esther's form, stopping at the rim of her revealing panties.

"You are such a fine creature." The Baroness whispered, leaning back to pull against her own bare ankle, giving Esther a long squeeze. This time it was to cut her air supply... not to knock her prey out, no... that would not happen for some time in this dance. No... she simply wanted to further weaken her, so that Esther would be all the easier to play with.