One Rocker To Another

[Dubski]

Mickie waited patiently on the couch, nodding her head to a song in her mind while she waited for Katsumi to emerge. And soon, she did, and then immediately retreated back into the room. The nude rockstar let out a loud laugh and put a hand to her chest. She was having fun with this. Katsumi really was inexperienced in this realm. Standing up from the couch, Mickie called out, "Yeah babe, I didn't have any gear, so I just decided to go full buck naked!"

Then, she went straight to the bedroom, waiting at the doorway as she leaned against it, arms crossed under her breasts. "You felt confident pinning me before, but now you seem afraid. What's wrong, huh?" teased Cooper, before she pouted, starting to stretch against the doorway. "Don't tell me you don't like what you see..." Mickie was laying it on thick, enjoying seeing Katsumi's reactions.

[CyanDimitrik]

The stress is building in the poor punkette, not used to being on the opposite end of teasing. Is this what other people feel when she's doing it? Gawd.

Katsumi hurriedly locks her door to at least maintain that much of a safety barrier, then turns to lean back against the doorframe, slowly sinking down to her rear. "Yeah, yeah, you're hot, we covered this!," she calls from the other side of the door. How did they get to this situation? Things seemed so chill before!

"H-hey, Mickie, can we, like... relax?," she calls back to her. "I like ya and all, but this is- you hardly know anything about me!" Aside from how she wanted to pump the brakes a little, and got a nude singer instead! The fact that it's starting to freak the punkette out can't be kept out of the mild quaver in her voice, telltale signs that she's nearing a panic. "This was maybe a bad idea!"

[Dubski]

Mickie was stifling a laugh as Katsumi rushed to close and lock the door, stepping back to avoid being crushed by the errant door. She then listened to her trying to tell her to relax. The tone in Kat's voice made it clear that she was actually being rather rattled from Mickie's teasing. The rocker would roll her eyes and then lean an arm on the side of wall, calling back out to Katsumi on the other side of the door. "I'm plenty relaxed, and I know hardly anything about you, but it's definitely enough," said Cooper.

She glanced up, blowing air out of her cheeks before saying, "Listen, I'm sorry. I was just having fun. I didn't think I would upset you so much. I'll go ahead and get decent." Mickie, true to her word, would do just that as she made her way to her discarded clothes. She put on her tight top and then slipped on her pair of panties. That was enough for right now, she thought.

Calling back out, Mickie shouted, "Alright! You're safe!" She figured at least now they might be able to talk or slowly ease into it now--or at least ensure Katsumi wouldn't have some kind of breakdown over it all.

[CyanDimitrik]

From her seated position somewhat collapsed against the doorframe, Katsumi exhales a heavy sigh, her face resting in her hands. How did this night go so suddenly wrong? Where was the communication mix-up? Where there was excitement and intrigue, now there's a bit of dread and trepidation. The night may be salvageable, but that previous, immediate spark has taken a dousing. She's fairly positive it has on both sides now.

Katsumi collects herself and shuffles back her room. It's a period of silence before the click of the door's lock disengaging echoes into the next room. When it opens again, Katsumi isn't wearing her gear. Rather, it's a simple, purple racerback sportsbra and fuzzy, matching sweatpants. She pads quietly across the room before taking a seat on the couch and stares uncomfortably at her knees. She's still going to try, though. For whatever reason, she's taking the mantle upon herself to try to alleviate any lingering tension. She doesn't know immediately, she's the last person one would expect with the social finesse to smooth over awkwardness, but an effort is made. "So, uh... how 'bout that local sportsball?"

The humor is dryly self-aware, but still an attempt!

[Dubski]

Mickie had leaned against the counter, waiting for Katsumi to leave the room, arms crossed. She didn't want to give the girl a panic attack--she was just having a little fun with her, and she figured she would be able to take it. And eventually, Katsumi did come out, shambling to the couch in what was certainly not her wrestling gear. Cooper figured that her previous idea had escaped her interest now.

Heaving a sigh when Kat tried to make an icebreaker, she instead pushed off the couch, foregoing that. Mickie didn't feel uncomfortable--that appeared to be all on Katsumi. She would head over to the couch and then recline on the opposite end of it, shrugging with one foot propped up on it and the other off the side, leaning against the arm of it.

"So, sorry. I wasn't trying to freak you out too bad. But I'm honestly pretty floored by your reaction," said Mickie, giving Kat a curious look. "Like, you seem confident and sure. And you're obviously into me. What's the deal? I'm not seeing why it's got you all bashful. Like, for a normie, sure. But you got the whole vibe of being a hell of a lot more than that." She would then conclude by gesturing to Katsumi, letting her have the floor now.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi deflates a little, then leans back into the couch, herself. Her gaze, now sullen and a bit smushed, turned sidelong onto Mickie when she lays it all out.

"Well.. like I said. I'm kinda new to the whole... girl-thing. And even before that, I didn't do hookups. I used to say there's gotta be something in the Pocari Sweat they give at LAW to make all the girls crazy-horny. Like, yeah, I can... feel something... during a match, if the other chick's hot and pushing the right buttons. I'm just not... casual, I guess, about it. You'll never catch me in a hentai match."

She crosses her right leg over the left knee, dangling foot bobbing anxiously. "That kind'a thing's special to me, 'kay? I don't see a naked chick and get all hot'n bothered. S'gotta be... I dunno. Lead-in. Something."

Her head tilts to stare up at the ceiling. "I'm the weird one in LAW. I know. Always have been. Used to get heat for it. Sienna Smith weaponized it against me on our first match."

[Dubski]

Mickie Cooper listened patiently, nodding along with Katsumi as she spoke. She was dealing with a lezzy amateur, which she hadn't quite expected. She certainly hadn't expected that her teasing would make her that upset either. When Kat stopped speaking, Mickie shrugged a shoulder and said, "I get it."

She started off simply before letting out a long sigh. "Some folks just jump on into it--I know I did. It's fine if it's... I don't know, I guess awkward for you? I haven't done a hentai thing in LAW either. Mostly trying to get a greenlight on that, but it's complicated. Contracts and bullshit, you know?"

The rockstar would wave a hand though, leaning forward and said, "It's not weird. Maybe you'll ease into it. We all got our kinks. But if you're into chicks, you probably want to try getting more comfortable with it, cause hiding or repressing it fucking sucks."

Smiling from the one corner of her mouth, Mickie moved a little bit closer and asked, "So I guess... What do you want or need from me now? I'm all ears right now. No pressure, no teasing." Mickie would then clap her hands together, wipe them, then hold them to her sides, leaving Katsumi to set the pace now.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Hey, I'm not repressed," Katsumi replies a little sourly. "I don't just hop into the sack with dudes, either."

She sits up a little straighter for all of a minute before leaning forward, propping her elbows over her knees. "As for the hentai thing, I'm never gonna do that. I don't want people to know me for porn. I want'em to know me for my ability to kick ass. I can do a swimsuit match'n stuff, tease the audience a little, but past that? Nah, fam."

As Mickie presents herself to the proverbial panel, Katsumi twists on the couch to face her a bit more, her knee tucking under under her opposite leg sideways. "Sorta wish we could rewind, since the mood's a shot. At least on my end. So what we can do, since the whole goal here was to just give you somewhere to chill and not get hassled by nosy-ass people, is to maybe veg out? Don't even have to watch t.v., cuz there's probably some kind of snippet on the news about you. Or us." She suddenly smirks. "You think they're gonna assume we're dating?"

[Dubski]

Mickie Cooper would listen again, face twisting in uncertainty when Katsumi mentioned not doing hentai matches ever and shrugged. "I mean... You can be known for both. It doesn't have to be one thing or another. People know me for music and wrestling," explained Mickie leaning back against the couch again, looking up at the ceiling at her host continued to speak.

"Doesn't matter if they think it or not, they:re going to report enough on it to seriously imply it. So I guess prepare for that," said Cooper, blowing out a breath of air. She put a hand on Katsumi's thigh, giving it a pat, looking a bit disappointed. "But... sure. We can just watch TV. Whatever you want. It's your place, babe," said Mickie, gesturing in front of herself, as if to offer the floor to her.

[CyanDimitrik]

"I don't want that crossover," Katsumi says. "Name-taker and ass-kicker. The best wrestler out there. That's what I want. No distractions. It's do-or-die for me."

The part she doesn't include is that she's sacrificed enough for her career; everything important in her life. She can't include her dignity and intimate privacy on that altar. Some things must be sacred; no one can take those from her unless she puts it up for grabs.

The hand lands on her thigh, and she gives it a breezy glance. Contact doesn't bother her. After all, wrestling is a very physical sport, and Katsumi already lacked a personal bubble. Plus, despite the awkwardness of before, she does find Mickie attractive. So there's that. "Sure, yeah, it's my place, but we came here for you." The smirk spreads. "And I'm not gonna be bothered by rumors, it's whatever. It's you who might get a bad rap for dating me. I'm the baddie."

"Anyway, back to the point!" Katsumi leans over to lightly shove at Mickie's shoulder. "We're here for you to get a little escape. Whaddaya like to do?"