A Touch of Darkness (for BlackAkuma)

[Crossedes]

The mats, Millicent had not failed to note before she took her seat. She had wondered if Alyssa merely employed them to put wrestlers at ease, in their own "habitat," if one proved feeble-minded enough to need such a thing, but watching Alyssa's eyes slide in that direction at the mention of sparring told her they likely had a practical use. The redhead would gladly kill the rest of her time in this pointless meeting by working that admittedly attractive body to its breaking point, but she never cared to appear too eager. That would be Alyssa's proposition, not hers.

She made no comment at Alyssa's explanation about her career path, just nodded, vocalized, let her know that she heard and she understood the logic. For all her disinterest in this psychoanalysis, she knew wrestlers to be a rare breed - especially the good ones. People could write entire books analyzing one small locker room. Having someone who had navigated that political web while also having the training to understand individuals would indeed provide a great deal of value to a large company like the League.

And more notes. The empress' answers must have proven very interesting indeed. She remained patient, still certain she would pull that notebook over before she departed. For the moment, she did not want Alyssa's eyes wandering about the room. On that note... she thought it fitting to unleash a bit more flirting. "Is your analysis of everyone this kind, Alyssa?", she asked, a faint twinkle in her eyes. But she shifted gears quickly - she did not wish to name names quite yet, though Desdemona had worked with her for enough weeks for them to have been considered partners in an official capacity.

"There are several, but I don't like to name names before I have settled or before they express interest in my help. Let us say I have found some potentials and have enjoyed my meetings with them."

[BlackAkuma]

Alyssa stroked her chin at the question, considering it along with a guttural purr. Perhaps she was being a little too accepting of the woman before her, but it had never been in her nature to be antagonistic for no reason. So far, Millicent seemed to be every bit of the woman she presented herself as - giving, ambitious, industrious, clever. Granted, the same could’ve been said of some of the worst people in history, too, but this was never intended to be that deep of a dive - sessions like this were best suited for finding problems at the surface level.

No, to go deeper than that would take longer and require her to keep track of their careers in LAW, which she definitely intended to do. And there were other, more engaging ways.

She was tempted to press Millicent for specifics on her charges but decided it was best not to push things, especially when there was a good likelihood that she would cross paths with said individuals anyway. She had quite an interest in the Young Lioness program and the vibrant cadre of young men and women who were being trained in it, and she had plans to get some time with every one of them.

”Fair enough. I’m sure they’ll find your tutelage edifying.” Alyssa finally pulled the notepad away and tucked it into her lower drawer. A soft click echoed through the quiet room as she secured the lock, and she stood up, straightening her dress as she did. ”I believe that will suffice for today, though I might ask for a follow up in the future, if you’re willing.” She took a few steps around the desk, looking at Millicent through her dark strands as she walked. ”Before you go, though, there is another test I would like to conduct, if you’re willing.” She looked the woman over, taking note of her outfit. Quite fancy. ”A short wrestling match between the two of us. Nothing serious. Just a way for me to get a good feel of what of you’re bringing to the ring. Firsthand.”

[Crossedes]

Millicent almost allowed the disappointment from having the notebook disappear across her face - almost. Ultimately, it did not matter, more a power play than a genuine curiosity, as she knew what would be produced in that notebook based on the information she had given. She merely noted which drawer, filed that away in her head, and hoped her exchange had lasted long enough for her specific task to have been achieved by one particularly small and stealthy accomplice of hers. She began to gather her belongings, reinforcing her need for haste. "The meeting did not prove at all as grating as I had expected. I may consider it, if only because you have been pleasant company," she replied.

And fortunately, that reply played into what followed. Millicent, half of her bags already back in her hands, peered at Alyssa at the mention of a last test. Ah... she did want a spar. Whether the German had planted the seed with her demure flirting or Alyssa could not help herself, the idea admittedly appealed. She could not study the woman's face long enough to glean which part of their tug of war precisely led to the proposal, but a playful smile did work across her painted lips. She let the bags drop again.

She checked her phone for the time, noting that her understudy had sent her a message but avoiding the temptation to read it, even if she excused it as private. Realistically, she would have met with Desdemona next and taken her to training - and given her the gift if she had succeeded - but she could reorganize that easily. And she had been wise enough to avoid specifying the order of her day's tasks. "I could make a special case. Training was my next task, and I had planned to find a sparring partner today."

The warm look she turned back to the doctor couldn't be mistaken. She did find Alyssa attractive, and perhaps she could... establish herself here. Make something of a distant ally. Make something of a reputation. She unstrapped her heels and rose to her feet to step out of them. "I'm curious how much you have... downplayed yourself. Are we wrestling as we are, or will we get dressed?"

[BlackAkuma]

If pressed, Alyssa could’ve devised all sorts of rationale for engaging in an impromptu sparring match with a patient. There was the obvious one, with her wanting to gauge how well Millicent handled herself in a situation she wasn’t planned for, and she could also say that she needed to see how the woman worked in action, to get a good feel for her style. It could also be a way to unwind and tax the muscles after the brain was given a working over.

Excuses aplenty, but at the end of the day, she would concede that she was eager for the challenge and the chance to test her body against such a fine specimen. If the look in Millicent’s eyes was any indication, it was a temptation they shared.

Some might have balked at the idea, but she was glad to see that the German was game, ready to go at a moment’s notice. A crucial skill for a pro wrestler. ”You can wrestle in whatever you like. If that suits you, it’s all well and good. If you have enough time to change, I don’t mind waiting a little while. As for myself…”

Alyssa’s outfit wasn’t merely for form, but function, and she demonstrated as much as she pulled at the belts, unlatching one here, then another, then another with practised ease. Piece by piece tumbled to the floor, until the only thing that remained was her old wrestling outfit, clinging tight to her taut body.

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[Crossedes]

The empress had not come to this pointless meeting expecting to be impressed. If she did not know better and understand that these therapists were the type to analyze too closely and ask too many questions, Millie might have considered Alyssa a valued potential ally. As it was, she would merely choose to leave the woman with a good impression... or somewhat of a good impression, she supposed. She did not plan to hold back in this spar. But as the woman systematically pulled off the vast majority of her outfit to reveal proper wrestling gear, she could not help but nod in appreciation. "You have revealed a great deal about yourself, doctor. And I do not mean merely the skin you are showing."

No, Alyssa surely searched for these opportunities, she surmised. Whether her reasons were primarily professional or more entangled in sensuality, the German could not say. But never one to be outdone, the redhead unbuckled her culottes, letting them drop to the floor once she did, and she followed suit with the buttons on her top before sliding it off of her shoulders. She stood in ornate but clearly sturdy black underwear, perhaps revealing something about herself - she was always ready for the clothes to come off and for the possibility that they needed to hold up against this particular stress. Millicent enjoyed her challenges, after all.

And she fixed Alyssa with a particularly challenging gaze as she wandered over to the mats. "How rusty are you? Should I hold back, or would you like to see all I have to offer?" Not all, of course - as she had said, a skilled competitor at the top of her game needed to hold many secrets - but Millicent did want to know if she had leave to squeeze Alyssa's head off or leave her mostly intact.

Spoiler

[BlackAkuma]

As intriguing as the whole situation was, Alyssa’s attention was taken away momentarily by a faint sound, coming from outside the door. It was slight, almost imperceptible, and she might have missed it altogether if they were still having a back-and-forth. Now, with things quieter, she could hear the click of a door, and what she swore were footsteps. Soft, quiet, gentle, but unmistakable. It was odd, considering she had no other appointments that afternoon. Perhaps someone had wandered into the wrong room?

She stepped to investigate, but Millicent’s readiness took her aback, surprised that the woman was so quick and prepared for such an unorthodox opportunity. Her clothes fell away, revealing the unmarred beauty beneath. The flawless skin, the endless curves, the intimidating musculature. Such things had been hinted at before, but now she had full confirmation, and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t impressed.

Alyssa could feel her competitive bones tingling. It had been too long since she’d had a good tussle. ”By all means, hold nothing back. It would be a wasted opportunity otherwise.” She ran a finger under her chins. ”Submission or knockout to win. Your choice.”

She approached the mats and stood opposite Millicent’s side, looking at her from roughly ten feet away. While their space wasn’t close to that of a full ring, there was still enough space to maneuver without too much threat of injury or damage. If things escalated to the point where such things were a concern, she would quickly stop it.

With a quick nod, she raised her hands and moved around the edge of their little battlefield, keeping the woman at a distance for now, trying to get a gauge for her level of aggression.

[Crossedes]

Verdammt.

The German worked hard to avoid revealing any consternation as she heard the slight creak of the door and the pitter-patter of feet small enough to leave her with no doubt to whom they belonged. Millicent could not blame Desdemona for timing - she would have little to no knowledge of her best opportunity to enter the room - but she had hoped she would have already come and gone so stealthily that even Millie had missed her appearance. But no, she had found a moment in between the conversation and the action and had been loud enough to be heard in the process. Clearly, Alyssa had heard it, too, and only Millie's being in the middle of her striptease appeared to provide Desdemona with the window she needed to finish and escape. She would have... words with her later.

She turned the appeal up to eleven to keep the doctor's eyes on her, too. She pulled at her bra straps, adjusted the waistband of her panties, plucked an imaginary hair from where it "tickled" her abs. Just enough to ensure Alyssa had plenty - more than plenty - to draw her eyes, and to ensure that the noise sufficed to cover Desdemona's retreat, she quickly took to a short routine of stretches, too, so that her feet scuffed across the mats. It was all the expected routine, anyway, even if she added a touch more pace to it than was needed.

Submission or knockout? Millicent almost had to remember the promise that this match could be quite enjoyable, and she cast aside as much of her anxiety as she could afford, the faint smile never leaving her face. "We will let what happens happen," she assured, quite keen on giving the doctor the full experience if she asked for it. She quite enjoyed the idea of her own analysis, seeing how the therapist could keep her head in a precarious situation, at her opponent's mercy.

Alyssa joined her, and the circling began. Millicent rarely made the first move in her matches, as her careful sidesteps and withdrawn stance, arms protecting her chest, would testify. But as they circled a second time, the empress decided she did not seek to play games with Alyssa. She eased her way closer, keeping just out of range of a potential kick or swing, and only once she felt that she had the jump did she dive in closer. She sought to capture Alyssa's head, force it down, muscle her into a quick disadvantage with that black hair tucked between her thighs to leave the doctor in the piledriver position so the redhead's breasts could weigh on her back.

[BlackAkuma]

Millicent little striptease, might have seemed a bit much to an outside observer, but Alyssa could appreciate the showmanship. You couldn't be a professional wrestler without some sense of style, and you couldn't be a LAW wrestler without some degree of sensuality - not a successful one, in her opinion. The German exuded sensual flair, and it was easy to see why management had been so keen on bringing her over into a more fetish-oriented atmosphere. Many clients in Alyssa’s other ‘job’, her session wrestling scene, would’ve paid good money for an hour or two with a woman like this. Millicent’s body called to mind a certain Irishwoman whose name escaped her - strong, statuesque, ironclad legs. She doubted it was her style, but there was a small fortune waiting for her, if she ever chose it.

She could always posit the idea in an email, perhaps. For now, she focused on the task at hand: taking down said specimen. Millicent came in slow as well, taking her time, showing a caution that Alyssa wouldn’t have expected from a woman in her position. She was the more experienced one, the known quantity, with a not-insignificant body advantage. Most would’ve pressed their advantage from the start, but there was a thoughtful gleam in her eyes, as if she was being analyzed, watched, assessed.

A shark circling her prey.

The attack came with surprising alacrity, with Millicent moving in the moment an opening presented itself. Alyssa tried to step away, but the redhead proved a touch too fast, and her head was forced down between her legs, caught in a position that could’ve led to several things, none of them pleasant for the woman on the receiving end.

But Alyssa was not without options, even like this. She couldn't pull her head from, not with legs like this, but she had a decent enough back to straight up with a mighty heave, push at the woman’s legs, and attempt to throw her off all once, aiming to send her tumbling to the mats.

[Crossedes]

Millicent did not freely pass out compliments - not verbal ones - but she could see where Alyssa had a body one would easily desire, to the point that she wondered how the League had not compelled her to remain active in matches. That was not to say that Alyssa had to agree to it, as she seemed quite capable of knowing herself and her desires, but she would have drawn eyes to the product even as a frequent loser if her claims about her lack of skill proved true. To men, to other women, it mattered not at all. She would draw eyes.

But that was not her business to decide. Besides, she would merely serve as more competition in that event, and Millicent continued an ongoing struggle to learn about the current roster, its weaknesses, its flaws. Speaking of... she hoped her little foot soldier's progress was coming along fine, but the redhead could no longer hear her, could no longer cover for her save for trapping Alyssa's head between her thighs and holding her there, letting the rumbling of their feet, the grunts from their lips, and the slapping of their skin as Millicent folded her mostly-bare torso over Alyssa's back serve as the soundtrack.

The empress only established dominance. In a match, Alyssa's head might have already pounded into the canvas, a devastating opener that left a drowsy opponent at the mercy of a wisened opponent. But Millie had no intent to concuss the doctor, and neither did she have any intent to be the only one tested by way of this match - she wished to see Alyssa's mettle, too. And she saw it. The woman displayed good power, good instincts, as she chose to power upward rather than trying to free her head, and Millie tumbled backward onto the mat, catching her fall with her pert rear and outstretched palms.

She glanced up, blew a curly bunch of red hair from her face, and quirked an eyebrow, as if to say good. Then her legs swung out, faster than they had any right at her size, in an attempt to catch Alyssa at the shins with a sweeping kick.

[BlackAkuma]

Alyssa’s outside activities most often had her taking on other men, and while she had no problems with that - even preferring it on some occasions - she always found herself cherishing her time with other women more. It was a rare treat for her to indulge in, which made it all the more impactful, especially when she brought her body to bear against someone as engaging as this.

With them close and pressing, she could take in the full extent of this woman, feel her muscles, her skin, her power. Though she’d only been between those legs for a moment, she could tell the latent force within those thighs and it wasn’t difficult to guess what they could have done if she had been slower on the escape - though this was only a playful spar, nothing serious, she would have to be careful all the same. Millicent didn’t strike her as a woman accustomed to restraint.

In return, she would receive none - while it had been a good while since Alyssa ventured between the ropes, she stayed in good shape, and gave no small amount of attention to her back, ensuring her core remained powerful. That proved to be prescient, as she needed it to heft Millicent overhead and send her crashing to the floor behind her, saving her skull for the moment.

Alyssa opened her mouth to retort and began to turn around, only for those same dangerous legs to sweep out and cut her taunt off before she could truly begin it, sending her tumbling to the floor with an undignified grunt. Her first reaction was to protest, but she kept that inside - after all, this wasn’t a session, and she had said nothing against strikes, so there could be no complaining. And it wasn’t as if she was wholly defenseless here, either.

Knowing she needed to make space, she curled up and shot her leg out towards Millicent’s chest, trying to push the woman away before she could make something out of her advantage, hoping she could create enough space to rise up.