Behind Closed Doors

[BlackAkuma]

”You assume correctly.”

As Natasha spoke, Alyssa had sat back, locked eye contact, and ensured the woman knew she was giving her undivided attention, only breaking it ever so often to take down a quick note or make a reminder. While most would assume that a therapist was listening to what they said, regardless of her posture, she needed to give the appearance of attentiveness along with it, letting her patients know that she invested in their opinions, their experiences, their feelings.

”And thank you for sharing. I knew many of those things beforehand, but hearing them from the source is always telling. You can learn a lot from what an individual chooses to focus on and what they neglect to mention, the emphasis they give to specific details, and other such things. It can be illuminating.”

She took a moment to consider and digest Natasha’s words, before she leaned forward, elbows on the table, and leaned her chin on her steepled fingers. ”Let’s talk more about your pre-LAW career in wrestling, I want to zone in on that for a moment. Joining LAW is a significant step for you - most wrestlers have some experience in minor promotions or a lesser stage before they join, whereas you say you’ve only done work with the indy promotions. The glamour, the demands, the responsibilities that come with working at this level can be arduous. You seem to have acclimated well so far, but I’m curious what pushed you to make such a giant leap, when you could have found work at safe prospects. Running straight to the top of the mountain, in a manner of speaking.”

[lyannapelon]

Any thought at taking a longer look at Doctor Crowley's rather voluptuous body went right out the window as they began the session in earnest, for Alyssa was every bit as attentive as one would usually hope their potential therapist would be, giving her no real opportunities to get a better look. Natasha would just have to wait until the session was over, perhaps Alyssa would walk her out or at least stand up from behind her desk.

It wasn't as if she didn't have plenty to occupy herself with either as Alyssa absorbed everything Natasha had just told her and zeroed in on something she hadn't really ever considered herself. Whether the doctor had thought up that question on the spot or had it prepared ahead of time, given she had admitted to having learned much of her history already, it didn't make it any less of a skillful insight. "I suppose your right about that. Never considered there would have been other, slower options." Natasha's initial answer was brief but that was because she was still figuring out the rest of the answer for herself, the blue haired woman looking over to the rows of stuffed animals as if studying them intently, at least until her thoughts had been organized into something tangible.

Her eyes would look back to Alyssa before answering further, the woman absent mindedly fixing her hair all the while despite it needing no such thing. "While my childhood was a blessed one, I have no hang ups over how lucky I was to be born a Loclear, thats not to say it didn't have its pressures. My father the family head and successful business tycoon and my mother the famous model and performer, a lot has always been expected and often asked of me. My parents did their best to shield me from all that but it just comes with the territory of being born into old money like that. So I suppose the high pressure and demands of a job as a LAW talent never really registered as reasons not to make the plunge. And sure looking back I could have taken slower but safer routes to get here, but seeing as the best and most beautiful women in the world ply their trade at LAW I just didn't think twice about aiming for the top. I ummm hope that helps your evaluation."

[BlackAkuma]

Alyssa didn’t accidentally slip into attire like this - no, she wore outfits like this for a purpose, and it was well served with someone like Natalya. She was interested in seeing how wrestlers, particularly hentai wrestlers, reacted to her figure, and it was a great way to gauge how well they would handle awkward situations in LAW. There was much to gleam, simply from how much effort they put into not staring at her chance, whether they chose to comment, how nervous it made them, making it a helpful litmus test.

That, and she wouldn’t lie: she did enjoy having her body lusted over. Everyone has their vices.

She had not failed to note where Natasha’s eyes were going, nor when she struggled to avert them, but she kept specific thoughts to herself. For now.

”It does.” She jotted down another note, then looked up. ”And don’t worry about what is and is not helpful to the evaluation - this isn’t about reaching a certain goal. I only want as complete a picture as possible.”

Alyssa set the notepad aside and leaned back in her chair, arms at the side. A relaxed posture, and one that put her full body on display, her pale skin showing clear through the gloom. The thrumming ambient sounds reached a swell at nearly the perfect timing. ”So you saw something you wanted and went for it with no hesitation. Some would call that impulsive, others would call it daring. Would you say you’re an adventurous person overall? Accustomed to taking risks, trying out things, not afraid to fail?”

[lyannapelon]

When it came to physical attraction Natasha had never been one to get nervous nor had she ever been ashamed for the thoughts she had, for as far as she was concerned lust was an entirely natural feeling that more people should embrace rather than vilify. However like with all things there was a time and a place for lust and the middle of a therapy session...with her doctor no less, didn't feel like the appropriate time. It was impolite to stare after all, at least in a professional setting such as this.

"Understood. I tend to be goal oriented, probably why I thought of it that way." She explained after Alyssa pointed out their conversation didn't have goals to be checked off. Just hearing that helped Natasha to relax all the more as this started to feel less and less like one of her therapy sessions back home, and more like just a casual chat.

That feeling was only reinforced as Alyssa put down her notes and leaned back in her chair, giving Natasha her best unobstructed view of the Gothic beauty yet, and bringing those lustful thoughts back to the surface. I mean...there's being professional and then there's being blind. Natasha found herself thinking as she made no effort to disguise how her eyes were wandering up along the doctor's irresistibly curvy figure.

"Impulsive? I've never thought of myself as such. I was raised to both believe that I can do anything, and also to know myself better than anyone. If making this jump had just been about chasing excitement, without the ability to really compete at this level, then I wouldn't have come here." Natasha leaned further forward then and rose from her chair, hands on the desk in front of her as she now locked eyes with Alyssa, standing confidently. "But I knew I had what it takes to thrive here at LAW and nothing was going to stop me from chasing my own desires."

[BlackAkuma]

Well. Hello, there. Alyssa had expected things to take an exciting turn, but she didn’t think they would be going in such a route so quickly. Not that she had any qualms with that, of course - quite the opposite.

Natasha had been making an impressive effort and remaining cordial and collected, but now that all seemed to be going to the wayside when Alyssa put her body on full display. There were those in her profession who would frown upon this sort of thing, call it unprofessional, perhaps even illegal, but she liked to think that a therapist needed to find an approach that fit the context, use the right tools for the right job. For the job of LAW, this was more than adequate.

When Natasha stood, Alyssa didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Didn’t even blink. She sat with her same placid expression, draped in shadow as she regarded the beautiful blue siren across from her desk, their eyes locked and never wavering. There was attraction here, on both sides, but the question was what they make of it. She was rife with ideas, intriguing ideas, dangerous ideas, and she was eager to bring at least some of them to fruition.

She closed her eyes when the moment passed and allowed her shoulders to sag, as she sunk back into the leather. ”’Your own desires’. Let’s talk about those.” She swayed from side to side in the chair, gently rocking about. “And what do you desire? Specifically? You said that the best and most beautiful women are in LAW, but there’s so much variety, and everyone has their preferences. What drives you? What catches your eye?”

[lyannapelon]

It wasn't as if Natasha intended on pouncing upon the good doctor or anything like that, nor was she trying to flaunt her own curves in answer to what seemed to be Alyssa baiting her with that wonderful view of the doctor's body. She had simply gotten carried away in her answer and as the performer that she was Natasha hadn't been able to help making a bit of a spectacle of it. And yet she didn't sit down right away either, in fact once her eyes had caught the gaze of Alyssa she didn't even think about looking away for in them she saw her own desires reflected back at her. The moment only passed when Alyssa shut her eyes and while Natasha didn't return to her seat, she did take another one, sitting upon the edge of the desk with her body half turned towards the doctor.

Things were developing in a most intriguing direction, now she just had to see where Alyssa would guide their conversation next. From their interactions so far Alyssa seemed the type to never utter a word carelessly...at least not during her working hours. Each word had its purpose so rather than looking for a slip of the tongue Natasha focused her efforts upon discerning the true meaning behind what the doctor chose to say.

Upon hearing the new topic of conversation Natasha crossed her arms just beneath the curve of her bust and went quiet for a moment, taking advantage of this time to drink in the sight of the now swaying doctor before giving her answer. "Hmmm, thats a complex question. On one hand I am inclined to say I desire the thrill of competition, that feeling one can only get when they give their all against someone who is doing the same, and the inevitable rush that comes with victory or even the bitter sweet sensation that comes with a loss after everything has been left in the ring..." She waxed poetically while looking about the room, taking in the smaller details that had escaped her notice until now. When she went to speak again however her eyes were fixed upon Alyssa.

"But the more grounded answer would begin with confidence, a woman who knows the power she wields with but a glance, let alone their touch." As if to emphasize her point Natasha then ran a finger along the desk in much the same way she would tease the skin of a lover, rubbing slowly as it curved this way and that. "Otherwise my tastes are simple, I'm drawn to fit women I know can go the distance, yet whose curves would be the envy of most any woman that lays eyes on them. You know, when I saw it all out loud I could be talking about my reflection...or the woman sitting across from me." She said with a playful grin and a warm chuckle. "But yes...large breasts, full hips, a tight ass; and if I can find all that on a fit body then I am one happy woman~"

[BlackAkuma]

Alyssa didn’t open her eyes again, not at first, before she felt the shift in weight on her desk, the subtle creak in the floor, the slight shift in the air - Natasha was sitting on her desk. She had to bite back the impulse to laugh at the brazenness of it, though that wasn’t to say she didn’t approve. This sort of thing was why she greatly preferred having wrestlers as patients rather than ‘normal’ people. The sport attracted some of the most vibrant personalities the world had to offer. Never a dull moment, nor a wasted one. She would much prefer this to someone simply sitting on the chaise lounge, rattling off random trivia about their life while she tried to connect the dots into something meaningful.

Natasha’s answers were far more intriguing than that, and certainly more poetic. The woman had a way of putting things that she admired. It would’ve been easy to account that language to her being French, but even Alyssa’s brief time in the country had taught her that such stereotypes weren’t well founded and that the people there could be as crude as anyone else. No, Natasha stood in a class apart, and what she divulged not only tickled Alyssa’s ears but gave her the germ of an idea.\

She opened her eyes with a wry smile at the compliment, one expertly woven with flirting. As keen as she was to keep her focus on Natasha, however, she had to draw it downwards, to her desk, as she opened up a drawer and began to rifle through it.

”Strong. Confident. Fit. With an exceptional body. To my ears, it sounds like you’re seeking an equal. Someone who can keep up with you on multiple levels. You’ll find no shortage of that in LAW, though not without the lights and glamor that go along with it. Having so many eyes on you can be daunting. It’s a heavy life to live. Do you think you’re ready for this level of popularity, this degree of scrutiny?”

[lyannapelon]

Natasha had been quite curious as to how Alyssa would react to her intruding upon the personal space of her desk, for as her father had always told her a working man or woman's desk was their sanctuary where countless hours of their life would be spent. Her father had always been one for waxing poetically and making metaphors but in her experience he had been right about that fact. She couldn't even imagine just how ruffled her old doctor would have been if she had climbed up onto his desk, though the image that did come to mind got a light hearted chuckle out of Natasha.

For her part Alyssa proved difficult to get a reading on, not that Natasha didn't give it her best shot as she ended up leaning a few inches closer while studying the woman's face. When those brown eyes did reopen and an amused smile appeared on those lips Natasha thought briefly of pulling back, but dismissed the thought right away as she felt rather comfortable where she was. Alyssa apparently didn't mind her sitting upon the desk either if the smile was any indication, though as soon as that question was answered another appeared as the doctor began searching her desk drawer for something. Her notepad and pen were sitting on top of the desk already so whatever was in the drawer was a complete mystery to the blunette.

Upon hearing the somewhat round about compliment on her looks Natasha's smile grew brighter still, lifting her head high as she straightened up her posture. "Home had its fair share of beauties and I have fond memories of some close matches with them, but I can't say I didn't think just as you suggest about looking for an equal when LAW was brought to my attention." She took a moment to close her eyes then, recalling the very emotions she had felt and the thoughts that had occupied her mind when she learned of just what could await her in Japan if she just took the chance and leaped into the unknown.

"There have always been countless judging eyes on me doctor Crowley." Her eyes then fluttered back open. "Comes with the name I carry, seeing as my father's company has always been set to pass to me once he decides to retire. Sure this is a different kind of scrutiny and I'm more exposed than ever..." A slightly nervous laugh followed, hinting at a lingering concern, but she shook it off and continued on. "But I say let everyone watch and I'll make sure to put on one hell of a show~"

[BlackAkuma]

Alyssa certainly admired Natasha’s unwavering confidence, above all. It wasn’t uncommon for her to see that in the younger wrestlers, but it was most often accompanied by a brashness and born of ignorance more than anything, from people so unskilled that they didn’t even know what they needed to know to earn it properly. Natasha was young, yes, and she would undoubtedly have many first-times in LAW, but she was already showing a marked maturity. It would serve her well, if Alyssa were to guess.

She kept riffling as Natasha spoke, sifting through her papers. It had been a while since she’d brought out this flier, with most of the advertising being online, but she was sure it was around here, somewhere…

Ah.

”On the subject of shows.” She looked back up to Natahsa with a smirk, the hint of something mischievous and playful. ”I might have something you’re interested in.”

Alyssa laid out the flier on her desk and spun it around so Natasha could read it. Most of the text was in Japanese, but even if she weren’t wholly familiar with the language, it would be simple enough to figure out what it was about, with silhouetted pictures of women grappling with each other, wrestling about, and holding each other in various suggestive positions. ”Tell me, how familiar are you with session wrestling?”

[lyannapelon]

While it may not have looked like it from an outside perspective, throughout her little speech Natasha had been carefully choosing her words so as to avoid coming off as merely cocky or naive about what she had signed up for. She had enough experience after several matches to understand she had barely scratched the surface of what LAW could offer or of the trials she would face in pursuing a career here. Natasha had done her due diligence in researching LAW before leaping head first into active competition, but if pressed she would be the first to admit there was a good deal that had eluded her gaze, and yet she felt only more excited about this place because of that mystery.

Having hopefully made her thoughts clear to the doctor Natasha found herself growing increasingly curious as to what exactly Alyssa was fishing for. The sudden smirk that crossed the woman's features only stoked the flames of anticipation in Natasha who would then blink in surprise when Alyssa laid a flier out on the desk.

"Whats this?" Natasha asked while glancing from the flier to Alyssa and back again, the blunette leaning over the paper to get a good look at its contents. She understood spoken Japanese but the written side of the language was still a work in progress for her, Natasha repeating the words she recognized under her breath until a complete picture of what the flier was had formed in her mind. The various silhouettes certainly were a big help in that regard. When she realized just what she was looking at Natasha's eyes widened in recognition before she looked back up to the doctor for confirmation.

"It reminds me of some of the fliers passed around at the underground events I fought in back home. You know I've heard that term before in the locker room, but I haven't been clear on its meaning. Could you elaborate on the subject?"