One Rocker To Another

[Dubski]

Mickie seemed amused by Katsumi's reaction at a suggestion she may have gotten a boob job, but she did take the moment to look at her modest bust. In this league, it wasn't much to brag about with the outrageous chests, but they were still a very nice size, and definitely a handful. Nomming on her fries, Cooper snorted out a laugh and said, "Girl, I wasn't going to take it back. You're hot. I dig the style, aesthetic, the whole thing." Taking another fry, she pointed at Katsumi with it with a smirk. "In fact, I'd even go as far to say you are gorgeous." Then, she tossed the fry in her mouth, smirking even wider.

Getting to the bottom of her fries, she let out a loud sigh, fully and absolutely stuffed now. Mickie needed that after the performance. "God damn, I put those down though," said the rockstar, patting her own stomach with a smirk. "Thanks for buying it. I owe you one. And thanks for... I don't know, all the rest of this. Letting me crash. I owe you more than one," said Mickie, smiling warmly at her new friend, and looking quite genuinely grateful.

[CyanDimitrik]

As she's further complimented, Katsumi's cheeks begin to rouge. She brushes a hand over the back of her neck, those vivid emerald eyes lowering to the box of onion rings before her. "Eheh..," is all she manages to get out in response.

Her eyes lift quickly to Mickie again when she gives her appreciation, and she finally just abandons the food and moves around the counter to her side. Along the way, she picks at her gloves to loosen them, leaving them on the flat counter surface. But once she's joined her, she reaches to loop an arm around her shoulder, lightly pulling her into her side. "It's cool. I'm not a famous rockstar or anything, but I am an artist. People get too demanding, I get it. 'Sides." She gives the shoulders a squeeze, if Mickie had permitted her to hold onto her. "Yer kind'a hot, too." So there.

[Dubski]

Mickie let out a deep sigh again, looking quite happy to be full now. Katsumi would soon find her side and wrap her arm around her shoulder. Offering an amicable smile to her new friend, she wrapped an arm around Kat's waist, snerking in amusement. "Well I know I'm hot," said Cooper, rolling her eyes and laughing. She then sighed again, shrugging. "Yeah, that's a lot of my life now. Getting it from the music end of stardom and the wrestling end," explained Mickie, taking a deep breath.

She would then turn to face Katsumi, shaking her head. "Like I love performing. I live for it. I love a lot of my fans. But... fuck, it's a lot sometimes," continued Cooper, offering Katsumi a smile. "It's just nice to have someone have my back for a change, you know?" She moved a hand to rest on Kat's shoulder, moving her thumb to gently run along the side of her neck as she watched her with a small smile.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Good thing we aren't paid for bein' modest, right?," teases Katsumi.

The hand sets to her shoulder, the thumb brushing along her neck. The sensation is a bit extra friendly, to the punkette. She turns more in Mic's direction to face her, studying her face. "I get it. Also a wrestler. I don't get flocked as much as a music idol, but whatever." She smirks back at her and begins to transition her arms from around the blonde's neck to encircling her waist.

Her brain is firing off in multiple directions at this point, various scenarios playing in her head. She is not a smooth operator. She isn't even entirely sure what's happening here. But ultimately, the side that wins is the troll-y side of her wins out and she suddenly squeezes, her back arching to try to lift Mickie a little off her feet. It's nowhere near approaching painful or truly constricting - just tight. A faked bearhug. That's a safe option! Right? No assumptions being made, no possible misfirings! "Gotcha," she murmurs.

Problem is, she can feel so much more of her like this. A little skin against skin, the curvature of her chest to hers, hips resting against hips. It did nothing to lessen what felt like building tension. The punkette nips onto her lower lip as she stares back at her. "Doesn't feel right without the gear on." She perks a slender eyebrow at her, an impishly playful grin tugging her lips. "You're not getting the full Punk Princess experience unless I'm in the gear."

Her gaze hoods at the girl, her voice taking on a playfully coy tone. "Want the full experience?"

[Dubski]

Mic Chick smiled warmly at Katsumi, canting her head a bit as the girl moved her arms around her waist. And then, suddenly, off of her feet. Giving Katsumi a confused and amused look, Mickie wasn't quite sure what she was doing. She would look her host in the eyes though, moving her arms now to wrap around her shoulders.

When Katsumi offered to put on her wrestling gear, Cooper let out a low chuckle, entertained by the idea. She looked thoughtful for a moment before moving her hands back to gently brush back Kat's dark hair, getting a better look at her face. "Is that really necessary if we're about to just take it off soon?" asked Mickie, cutting right to the point. She wanted to make it very clear now, under no ambiguity.

If they weren't going to have fun with drinking or any other debauchery, Mickie Cooper figured that left more limited options for a fun time in her style, and she seemed to have a good feeling about this.

[CyanDimitrik]

Oh. Oh, Mickie's not shy about it at all, is she? The bluntness takes Katsumi off-guard, and that coy look is immediately replaced with a stunned one, eyes wide and cheeks instantly flushed again. "I- I mean...," Katsumi stammers, her heart in a bit of a nervous flutter. It definitely confirmed what she suspected about Mic's intentions, though! "Something.. to be said for the build-up?," she offers, unable to keep the nerves out of her voice.

She tilts forward to set the other girl on her feet again, setting them evenly. Katsumi doesn't consider herself a shy girl! But some situations take her off-balance and require a bit of re-calibration! "Listen... I think you're cool. You're.. definitely hot. I'm interested. I just-.. I'm not... used to just bringing people home?" Inexperienced. Being interested in girls is still fairy new for her. The fully direct approach throws her! "So, ah... if you're not too tired or anything..."

Feeling like she's already losing the room, she opts to add in a tidbit with a cant of her head. "If it's any consolation, I like it rough." She tilts her head forward, bumping her brow to Mickie's. "Wrestling, the struggle for dominance, pinning the other girl down..." As she gives a small example, her voice adjusts into a pseudo-purr. Perhaps conveniently, wrestling has become a burgeoning kink for her.

[Dubski]

Mickie Cooper was a bit surprised at the rather flustered reaction from Katsumi. She figured with the girl's confidence she would have been more than comfortable in this position. But as Kat stammered and stuttered, Mickie watched her curiously until it became apparent that she was flat out not really all that experienced. In general.

But it certainly did seem the interest was there. And Mickie was definitely not about to judge her over it, she couldn't help but stifle a laugh when Katsumi said she liked it rough. Definitely something to work with. But the singer's hands would eventually slip down to Katsumi's waist. "Alright... Then let me propose a few things," started Mickie.

She would then suddenly grab that waist roughly pushing Katsumi back against the counter to their side before pressing her entire body against her. She gave her a confident, seductive look and said, "You can just let me take the reigns from here... And I can show you a great time."

Moving a hand to Kat's hip, she continued. "Or we can have fun with your little wrestling idea," said Mickie in a raspy tone, her other hand sliding up the length of Katsumi's body until she found the side of her neck, and she leaned in, nuzzling her cheek for a moment before she said in nearly a whisper. "In your little gear... or naked..."

And then finally, Mickie leaned back, looking as confident and sultry as ever and added, "And then when I beat you, I take you, and give you the night of your life. Which of those do you like, huh?" asked Cooper before licking her lips, smirking at her friend and letting her choose. She had laid on the sexuality thick and was curious to see how she'd hold up to it.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi actually squeaks when their position is rotated, and her back winds up pressed to the counter, eyes wide. But she isn't resisting it, rather enjoying the feel of Mickie's body against hers. The only caveat, the only hitch, is how unfamiliar and sudden it seems. She likes what she's seen of her so far! But she's trying not to get spooked by the abruptness. Indeed, she's dealing with a girl who struggles just to have friends, let alone intimate partners. It's moving very quickly! Katsumi's not a part of the hook-up culture! So her proposal is a way to ease into it more 'naturally'. For as natural as suddenly wrestling a guest could be.

"Mnh," purrs the punkette before arching her back, deliberately pressing herself more against her. "Mine. Think you'll find it's more fun to... earn what'cha take..." Her hips shift, brushing herself against Mickie's in response. The tight pants aren't the best for feeling things through, however. Not the thinnest material. "And with gear. 'Cept boots. Only fair." Because Mic's shoes were left by the hutch. Her head tilts just a little to nuzzle against her cheekbone in return. "And when it's me pinning you down, you won't regret it..."

Squirming a little, the punkette attempts to slip away to the side and towards her bedroom to change.

[Dubski]

Mickie kept peering at the rather nervously turned on Katsumi, waiting for her response. She had moved a bit quickly, but it was all fun for the singer anyway, and so when it was clear the trajectory was set, Mickie thought it might be a bit fun to torment Katsumi by being so forward, and she was right, so her credit.

It was accented by every movement she felt from Katsumi moving her body against her. She wanted it, and she wanted more, and Mickie was more than willing to give it to her. With a smirk, Cooper nodded when Katsumi mentioned she wanted to wrestle in her gear. "Oh, I can't wait. Sounds like a plan, babe," answered Mickie with a chuckle. Katsumi would then force herself away from Mickie, and she waited for her to go into the bedroom.

And then Mickie would immediately start taking off her top, her skirt, and panties. She was having fun toying around with Katsumi now, and she wanted to see the girl's reaction to seeing her fully nude body right there, ready to go. So Cooper went to the couch and then propped one leg up on the couch while the other was off the couch. And she would recline back.

Her muscles were all tightened, the results of serious working out, but focusing more on speed, athleticism, and flexibility than strength. Her full breasts on display, nipples already erect from pinning Katsumi against the counter earlier. Her abs were tight, with some definition but not too much. And her pussy was fully shaven, right above her strong, firm legs. Mickie was quite a looker and certainly proud of her body. And she had a feeling that Katsumi would feel similarly.

[CyanDimitrik]

When the door closes behind her, Katsumi leans against the wall and rubs her hands against her face. Moving fast. Definitely moving fast. Definitely outside of her comfort zone. She went from being, by LAW standards, a prude to having a girl in her apartment who clearly wants her - in a very unsubtle way! But wrestling with her has a double benefit. First, it gives her some time to ease into it. Second, it's just... fun. And hot. Physical contests are her comfort zone.

She makes her way over to her wardrobe to begin putting on the attire. Whew. At least she knows she looks killer in her gear. It'll only enhance things more! Like foreplay, but visual. Like lingerie, but athletic! She glances at her mirror. "God, you're weird." But she's okay with weird.

Soon, the door to her bedroom opens and Katsumi peeks around the entrance - only to spot a very naked Mic on her couch. She instantly dips back around the corner with a yelp, hiding. "Our wires seem to be gettin' kind'a crossed here!," she calls from the safety of her bedroom, staring at the opposite wall wide-eyed. That did absolutely nothing to lessen her nerves. A bit too bold!