Creatures of the Night

[BlackAkuma]

Words could not describe how much of a triumph it was for Alyssa to secure this place. Japan was known for many things, but its AirBnBs weren’t precisely among them - that is, most of the ones they offered didn’t meet the requirements she demanded from her soiree. The architecture tended to be compact. Lovely, in a spartan sort of way, and she didn't mind it with her apartment, but when you were planning an evening of wrestling in a private setting, you craved space and privacy, both of which were in short supply. She had spent no small amount of time looking through the ads, trying to find the right place, and only coming up with quaint, neat little cottages or economical apartments.

But this beach house in Izu was perfect for her designs. The sea view was magical and worth the trip, but it had spacious insides, multiple floors to work with, and, best of all, relatively remote. No lookie-loos, no nosy neighbors, no police stopping by to investigate the sounds of a struggle, making this private affair far more awkward than it needed to be. The place was no short drive from Tokyo but worth the hassle.

The patrons that had arrived so far agreed. They rolled in as day turned to dusk turned to night, sliding in and beginning the festivities. There were three floors, each with its purpose - the main one, the area with the most room, was a social space for talking and drinks, where the like-minded could mingle and discuss their tastes in a welcoming environment. No judgments, no reservations, and everyone had the option of wearing a masquerade mask, giving them some degree of anonymity and adding a forbidden aesthetic. It did evoke some Fifty Shades of Grey memories, but Alyssa could live with that in small amounts.

On the top and bottom floors, however, things grew more interesting. The top was meant for wrestling, with men and women taking turns to go at each other in the five-minute round, switching off, dominating, and being dominated. There was someone for everyone, no matter the height, weight, skill, or strength level.

And the bottom floor, well…that was where things grew even more enjoyable. Alyssa was quite looking forward to her time down there later on.

For now, however, she found herself at the top, lounging on a leather sofa while she and a few others watched two men take each other on. It was a spirited affair, with both of them bringing no small amount of their jui-jitsu training to the table, but Alyssa - Empress Black, as everyone in this setting knew her - couldn't give it her full attention. No, her eyes constantly drifted elsewhere, as she kept her eyes out for a certain bluenette, of whom she was expecting an appearance at any moment.

Empress Black

[lyannapelon]

Spoiler

When Natasha had first looked over the flier Alyssa had given her for this event she had noticed the address wasn't listed as being in Tokyo, though she hadn't thought anything of it at the time. There had been plenty of other things on her mind then, the good doctor herself being chief among them, and with such a distraction the idea of how far away this event might be didn't cross her thoughts again until several days later. The discovery of at least a two hour drive being ahead of her forced Natasha to rethink her plans for that day, instead of heading there from her manor she took an early train to Izu instead and booked herself a room at a luxurious hotel right on the beach.

From there she enjoyed the sights, including a lovely trip to an onsen, before returning to the hotel to change into her dress for the evening's festivities. A couple other outfits were tucked away into a shoulder bag as she wasn't quite sure what would be called for at this event, though she had her suspicions and quite hoped some of them turned out to be true. After a short taxi ride to get near the beach house Natasha stepped out onto the beach to enjoy the mist coming off the waves, letting the water wash up over her feet a few times before heading up to the house just as dusk was falling.

At the base of the stairs she ran into a man with a clipboard, the doorman she figured, and after giving her name Natasha was waved on through without the man even having to check his list. Alyssa had told her she would be expected, her entrance fee paid for as well, but for the doorman to not even need to search for her name either meant he knew the list by heart or Alyssa's vouching for her was just that memorable or important. Either way she wasn't going to question it, there was a party to enjoy after all.

Once inside Natasha made the rounds on the main floor, the woman a social storm onto herself as she drew the eyes of those around her as she stepped into the various rooms, exchanging pleasantries with the various guests who informed her of the basics regarding the main floor and the one above, though none knew of or would speak of the bottom floor. Her interests piqued Natasha made her way up to the second floor, her eyes darting about in search of the woman responsible for her being there in the first place as so far Alyssa had been nowhere to be found. The sounds of fighting drew Natasha like a piper's melody to the largest room on the second floor where two men were wrestling in front of a small crowd. "Suppose I can suspend my search for a short while." Natasha said to herself before joining one of the groups watching from the sidelines, observing the two talented men as they showcased just what they could do.

[BlackAkuma]

Aside from its aesthetically pleasing look, Natasha’s hair made her conveniently recognizable in a crowd, even one as unconventional and varied as this. The lights were toned down for this affair, casting the entire room in a hazy red tone, but Alyssa could spot that vibrant blue nonetheless. It drew the eye almost immediately and not hers alone. Wherever the Frenchwoman went, gazes followed, as sure as a magnet draws metal.

It also meant that she didn’t have to give the doorman explicit instructions about their priority guest and that a simple description would be enough for him to recognize her. After all, the chances of another blue-haired Frenchwoman showing up were minuscule, scarcely worth considering.

From her perch, Alyssa could have watched Natasha for a while, waited until she spotted her, but there were only so many hours in the evening, and she wasn’t of a mind to waste a single one. She donned an ornate, black, delicate mask, made her way off her throne, and dove into the crowd, sifting through the throngs and sliding in shadows as she approached Natasha from behind.

Alyssa leaned in and let her hot breath wash over Natasha’s neck and shoulders, as she spoke a single word.

”Bienvenue.”

[lyannapelon]

Natasha found the two men wrestling to be interesting enough, but then again, watching two men go at it wasn't what had brought her here in the first place, and it wasn't long before she began to wonder where Alyssa was in all of this. Despite this being a slightly larger gathering than she had expected Natasha was fairly certain she would have recognized Alyssa if the woman had been amongst any of the groups she had passed on the way up here. While there wasn't any shortage of beautiful women here and many of them wore masks as if this were a masquerade, a woman with the figure of her new therapist would not be missed easily, not by her or anyone. She had fully expected to find her at the center of attention but perhaps she just needed to explore further.

Her quandary solved itself however as a familiar voice came from directly behind her, a large smile forming on Natasha's face before she turned around to find a masked Alyssa staring back at her. "And what a lovely welcome it is~ I knew you were a stunning woman Alyssa but..." Natasha paused to gently bite down on her bottom lip while she gazed down over that incredible body. "Well, you and that dress must be the main attraction here, no?" She meant it playfully, not knowing of Alyssa's true role in all of this.

"I must thank you again for not just inviting me but covering the entry fee as well. I haven't been to any parties since I left Paris so this is quite a treat. I've explored the first floor and this one so far, any fights you'd suggest I check out?" She asked while leaning forward, their faces but inches apart while their ample busts came within a hairs breadth of meeting.

[BlackAkuma]

Alyssa stepped back as Natasha spun around, giving her adequate space to take a candid view of her body. She cast an impressive figure, even in the lowlights of the room, and it was wonderful to see that her guest appreciated the outfit. While she often wore something striking for these events, this particular garment - and what waited underneath - had been special orders and not cheap ones. Judging by the reaction, it was money well spent.

”I was. Until you arrived.” A compliment, but not an empty one. Alyssa could already see that azure-haired vixen was drawing eyes her way, with many of the patrons no doubt eager to see her in action or wanting a piece of her themselves. They kept their distance, seeing Empress Black already had her engaged, but that wouldn’t last forever.

”I could name a few, yes.” She closed the little space between them and let their breasts press against each other, a contact that she relished. Alyssa only indulged in it for a moment before she slid around the young and came around behind her.

Her hands approached Natasha’s neck and latched on, squeezing with a soft touch. A gentle massage, tenderly rubbing the muscles, just a little something to help her relax. ”But did you come here merely to watch? Wouldn’t you rather participate?”

[lyannapelon]

Given the family she had been born into Natasha was accustomed to some of the finest clothes that money could buy, the fashion world having been open to her as her mother had been a successful model until she retired during Natasha's teen years. Her aunt was a rather famous tailor as well, so to say Natasha had an eye for fashion was an understatement. With the long look she was giving Alyssa in that dress she could easily tell it was personally fitted for the raven haired beauty, if not entirely custom made for her, and of a quality that would not have come cheap.

"What you wore for our therapy session was quite fine as well, but you've outdone yourself with this dress. Custom work I take it?" She asked while reaching out a hand to feel the softness of the fabric...as well as the warmth of the woman in the dress. Natasha's fingers feeling up Alyssa's midsection before traveling upward, threading the needle so to speak as her fingers ran right up the thin strip of fabric between Alyssa's mounds and then gently caressed the choker about the woman's neck.

"Oh were they staring at me? I'm afraid I didn't notice." Natasha withdrew her hand but kept her eyes staring into Alyssa's own, making it clear where her attention was. Her eyes followed the doctor until she slipped from her view, lips parted in a silent gasp as their breasts brushed past each other, only for her to then softly gasp at the feel of the hands massaging her neck.

Her head would turn just enough for Natasha to spy Alyssa out of the corner of her vision, a hand raising up to rub its fingertips over top of one of Alyssa's hands. "After our session do you truly need to ask?" Turning to the side Natasha's arm would rub against the doctor's bust, just to end up wedged up between the enticing pair while her hand playfully felt along Alyssa's waist. "I'd love to take part, though I didn't see any fights that jumped out at me. Is there more I might experience here than what I've seen so far?"

[BlackAkuma]

”You assume correctly.” Alyssa never had a problem accepting compliments, and she liked that Natasha was so willing to dole them out. It wasn’t the first time someone had given her praise for the look this evening, but it was the first time she had truly cared. ”Something one of my more eager clients had made for me. A particularly eccentric one with money to burn, though I can’t say I fault his tastes.”

She welcomed Natasha as she moved in, bringing her hands up to the woman’s waist as she did the same. The two were so close, with the intimate familiarity most often reserved for lovers, but it seemed earned all the same. They were both women who knew what they wanted from each other, despite their attempts to play coy. There was little point in beating around the matter, not when they could have engaged in more productive pursuits.

She let her hands slip down Natasha’s waist, coming to run gentle fingers over her backside, sliding along the supple flesh as their bodies molded together. She could have been content to stay like this, but she knew there were more exciting ways to get this sort of contact and much more besides.

”So much more, yes.” She nodded and inched closer, on the edge of a kiss. ”You might experience me, for starters. How would a short match between us sound?”

[lyannapelon]

Natasha didn't pull her eyes away from Alyssa as she felt the woman's fingertips brushing over the small of her back, instead she let slip a soft sigh of delight and turned to fully face the doctor. One of her hands rose up to run her fingers through that lovely raven colored hair while pressing herself up against Alyssa, finally getting to feel those soft curves for herself as their busts melded together at long last. She thought about taking her a kiss then and there but Natasha restrained herself for the moment.

Her eyes would light up at the mention of going a round with Alyssa herself, even though she had suspected it was what the doctor had been thinking of back during their session. "I've been ready to say yes to that since our first discussion." Natasha admitted with a chuckle, her body rubbing further up against the curves of the good doctor.

"Now what pray tell shall this experience be? Are we the following act for those two fighting over there?" She asked while gesturing towards the two men currently locked up together on the floor with a nod of her head. The two men had fought to a stalemate or so it seemed, with neither able to secure a hold over the other long enough to be declared the winner. "Or did you have another scene in mind?"

[BlackAkuma]

Close. So close. Close enough for Alyssa to feel the heat radiating from Natasha’s body, to taste her breath along her tongue, to fill her nostrils with her scent, and certainly close enough for a kiss. One that she had little doubt they would both enjoy - but not at the moment. Some things were better left on the edge, and this seemed to be one of them. She could exercise some patience, build the tension. At least for a little while.

She glanced over to the men fighting, enjoying the aesthetic and see how they were coming along. The larger man, Kisuke, was a recent client of hers. Strong, capable, eager…maybe a little too eager. There was nothing necessarily wrong with being energetic, but it had to be tempered, and he’d yet to master that aspect of the art. The man he was up against, Roy, was older, smaller, but far shrewder and patient, qualities that were already starting to win him over. Kisuke was sweating too much, wasting precious energy. The tide would turn soon.

”We can take their place in a moment, I’m sure.” She took Natasha’s hand in her own with a gentle grasp and kept her close as she made her way through the crowd, heading toward the nearby bar. While she wasn’t hungry, a drink would loosen the nerves. ”Are you wearing something underneath that lovely dress that you could fight in? I’ve plenty you could wear, if not. I’m sure you would look ravishing in anything I could find.”

[lyannapelon]

While no one else would hear it over the grunting and thuds coming from the pair of men, Alyssa would be treated to a bout of giggling from the blunette who seemed to be quite enjoying the idea of what she might say next. "Oh I have no doubt those gathered around would love the change up, no?" Her lips curled into a full on smirk as certain other thoughts ran through her head, but these Natasha kept to herself as she was soon pulled over to the closest bar. She caught several envious glances and more than a few lustful ones as they passed by hand in hand, many of those looks were a fun mixture of both.

"Nothing unexpected, though I did bring a couple change of clothes as I wasn't really sure what to expect." As she spoke Natasha patted the handbag she wore at her hip, indicating said outfits were stored within. "Though that does raise the rather fun question of just what you intend to wear. I'm all for a dress match but it would be a shame to tear such a fine garment."

Natasha wasn't sure how one went about working as a bartender for a event such as this but she could live without the answer, instead asking the man for a glass of white wine which he promptly produced. What was even more impressive than his speed however was just what he withdrew from beneath the counter, Natasha recognizing the quite fine and expensive vintage that was soon poured into her glass with a deft hand. "The surprises do not stop." Her first drink was a long one, only half the glass remaining once she was done. "So its meet and greet on the first floor and competition on the second? Have I missed anything?"