A Meeting of Business And Pleasure

[TheSuitedOwl]

Taking the last boot off and unceremoniously tossing them away from them. Bianca had planned to go back on the offensive to help keep Misa docile but once she heard her naive guest's question. She couldn't help but laugh as she turned around forcing Misa to look her straight in the face. "Haha... Misa I like you, your beyond adorable. So I'll let you in on a little secret." Bianca answered as she firmly pinned Misa's hands above her head and let her smaller chest gently rest against Misa's larger pair.

Though before she would continue. The domineering brunette would shake her hips side to side to help settle in on her new position. Before she would lean in and press her lips against Misa's ear "I'm going to make you my plaything. You understand?" The stagehand whispered before emphasizing her point by taking a painful bit out of Misa's neck. Which she would hold for a second or two before she would switch to a gentle kiss to help soothe the pain.

[CaptainL]

Still groggy and trying to see through the cobwebs that had surrounded her head, Misa groaned in a low and pained voice, taking slow shallow breaths to try and recenter herself. She still wasn't sure what Bianca was doing, even as the costume designer pushed her against the wall and leaned in closer. All she could tell was that something was wrong here, and her survival instincts were just moments away from being set into high gear.

Nevertheless, there was still something that seemed...oddly comforting about this position. Even as the ring announcer nervously bit her lip, staring ahead at Bianca as she closed in on her, she couldn't deny there was something sensual about her demeanor, something that made Misa...curious. Perhaps against her own interests, though. That certainly seemed the case when Bianca stated her intentions, prompting a confused remark from Misa. "P-Plaything..? I...don't think I can, miss, I have a job to d-GAH!"

Misa found herself cut off mid-sentence as Bianca latched onto her neck with her teeth, causing her to cry out in pain as she was jolted back to her senses. She tried to push at Bianca's hands holding her wrists to the wall as best she could, but she could only struggle so much in such a position. Soon, though, Bianca kissed her on the same spot she had just bitten, and she started to relax, her breaths getting slower and huskier. "W-What are...you doing..?"

[TheSuitedOwl]

Having endured the last of Misa's struggles. Bianca could feel her body sink deeper into the warm confines of her guest and as the tension along her body gave way the more passionate the lustful stagehand would get. Though eventually she had to relent for the simple reason that she needed to breath but before she did. She would make sure to leave an embarrassing difficult-to-hide hickey which she would blow a spine-tingling cold breeze over it. Before she would turn her head expectingly towards Misa and ask. "What am I doing? Want to take a guess?"

Then as she waited for her answer. The turquoise themed tailor would sit back up and begin taking off her bolo tie; followed by her vest and the first few buttons of her dress shirt. Which would be just enough to expose her cleavage but nothing else. "So did you figure it out yet? Or do you need a hint?" Bianca asked as she ran one of her hands along the contours of Misa's body but would once again stop short of her stomach. Of course by then any answer the poor ring announcer would give would be met with another gut-wrenching punch to her belly and Bianca saying. "What a beautiful sound that is." After hearing Misa once again wheeze in pain.

[CaptainL]

The hairs on the back of Misa's neck were standing up, as she bit her lip nervously. She shivered as she felt the cold air of Bianca's breath against her neck, reaching a hand up to rub at the bite mark she had left. Her mind would be racing to think of some way she could explain this - but other things were on her mind now. As Bianca began to undress, taunting her all the while, Misa realized just what she was getting into - and that she needed to get away from this as soon as she could.

"E-Erm, miss...I don't think that I...like this..." she murmured, crawling backwards to withdraw from Bianca, but only managing to press her back up against the wall as she realized she had nowhere to go. Her eyes darted back and forth, seeing the door, and realizing she would need to get there as soon as she could. Of course, that wouldn't be easy, considering Bianca had just slammed a fist into her gut, causing the announcer to bend over forward with a cry of pain and a cough, the air forced from her lungs.

[TheSuitedOwl]

Despite knowing better Bianca couldn't help but feel a bit hurt as Misa backed away while she partially undressed herself. Which in the end made the costume designer smash her fist even harder than last time into the soft gut of Misa and took a little bit more pleasure in hearing her gasp out for air.

"Well I didn't really ask you." Bianca retorted bitterly as she rolled up her sleeves and placed the gasping announcer in a forward-facing headlock she would use to force her to stand back up. Which if she could manage she would then use her free hand to pull the black lacy panties of Misa in a painful wedge. That would leave the former singers rear exposed for Bianca to appreciate from a mirror nearby.

[CaptainL]

Gulping, Misa looked up towards her co-worker with fear - it was hard for her to even acknowledge her as such; right now, Misa was afraid for her life. She was not entirely convinced that Bianca was not some sort of escaped serial killer at this point. But winded as she was, there was little she could do, let alone to stop herself from being hauled back up to shaky legs by her head. She stumbled around ineptly, off balance from being pulled over forward, but she certainly did feel it as Bianca pulled up on her panties, wedging the fabric firmly between her plump cheeks, which wiggled back and forth as she desperately tried to pull free.

So too did the unpleasant sensation draw a yelp from Misa, who felt the sharp yank between her legs. "O-Oww! Please, let go-!" she cried, trying to shove at Bianca as best she could from this position. She just needed to get away from Bianca if she wanted to save her own hide!

[TheSuitedOwl]

Appreciating the view of Misa's derriere shaking to and fro. Bianca would keep her hold until she would feel the panicking announcer start slipping out of her grasp. "Oh no, we're not done yet." She said as she abandoned her wedge and reapplied her headlock. Which if she could manage would immediately be followed up by throwing herself backwards and allowing the vulnerable head of her captive hip the carpeted floor with a Thud!

"And honestly you shouldn't fret too much, I've actually grown so smitten with you that I was planning to redo your outfit for free. Isn't that wonderful news Misa." Bianca then added giving her new plaything a sharp slap in the rear. Before she would lean over to her right and pick-up a lone tape measure that was on the floor and sighed. "Anyway, I'm unfortunately going to have to keep your outfit for now and get a few measurements." The brunette would finish a slight blush on her face and a look that clearly told Misa she didn't exactly have the purest intentions at the moment.

[CaptainL]

Misa was already quite sure that her situation couldn't get any worse. She was, at this point, afraid that Bianca had a nonzero chance of murdering her at any given moment. As she started to pull away, though, Bianca would still give her a foreboding warning that they weren't done. Misa had to wonder what she could possibly mean - but that was a quandry she only had a few short seconds to ponder before she was thrown down into the floor.

"Gaah-!" she cried out, groaning and clutching her head as she wearily rolled onto her side in coming off the pain of the impact. In a daze, all she could do was blink a few times as her hazy field of vision slowly came into focus. Enough to see Bianca looming above her with tape measure in hand, and a less than pleasant look on her face, which struck fear into her heart. Gulping, Misa was reminded of what she'd tried to do, and why, but still coming off of her landing she wasn't exactly in the best shape to get up and run - as much as she wanted to. All she could do was slowly back away, crawling over the ground.

"It's...it's, uh, very kind of you to offer that, miss...but I do think I should be going now..." As she stammered nervously, she began to slip back into twinges of her natural Kansai accent. No amount of speech training could fix her instincts.

[TheSuitedOwl]

Crawling after Misa with her tape measure in hand. Bianca would eventually catch and pin her terrified new client underneath her. "No I insist, consided it a payment for your troubles but first. I'm gonna need you to calm down." Bianca insisted quietly noticing the subtle changes in her accent but didn't really care at the moment. As she lifted Misa's head from under her chin and placed her in a Camel Clutch. Which she would hold for a few seconds before releasing her grip around her head.

Next, with her free hands. Bianca would snuggly wrap her tape measure around Misa's neck. Then after managing to get her needed measurement. She would finish up by tying her tape measure in the fashion of a leash. which she would give a few hard pulls to see if it would stay which it sure enough did. "There, now you better start behaving." Bianca warned though she was clearly hoping that Misa wouldn't listen.

[CaptainL]

Despite Bianca's admonitions, Misa was far from calming down. Her heart was racing now more than ever, as even when she tried to get away, she only ended up backed into the corner with Bianca bearing down over her, and nowhere for her to run to. That description was, in fact, about to become rather more literal, as the costume designer threw herself down atop Misa's back, flattening her to the floor and causing her to cry out as the air was forced out of her from the impact! That was only getting worse from there, as Bianca hauled up on her chin to put her in a camel clutch, and sent her gagging and struggling aimlessly beneath her as she let out a few coughs. "I...c-can't breathe-!"

That also wouldn't stop Bianca from wrapping her tape measure around Misa's neck and pulling, further causing her to wheeze. She tried to lift herself onto her knees, but with the leverage Bianca had over her, she wouldn't get too far. This was humiliating, she thought to herself - if it wasn't bad enough already being shoved around like this, now she also had to deal with something so degrading. Needless to say, she wouldn't listen to Bianca's demands, as she tried to pull at the impromptu leash around her neck. "Let go-!"