Freak Like Me

[DSX93]

On the other end, Alix didn't mind her hookups sticking around for a while after the night's end, and was happy to treat them to breakfast. The sad truth was that most people who spend the night with a dedicated sex worker were, unless they were in the business in some form themselves, most likely not looking for anything serious. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am, maybe they could hang out after, maybe not, but romance was something that wouldn't be on the table. She didn't mind at first, understanding and even empathizing with some of the reasons behind it, but it did get lonely after a while. But she had too much love for sex to give up the practice.

But now, after having recently walked away from a messy divorce, she was back to being just fine with it being physical and buddy-buddy. Not that she had anything against the thought of a hook-up turning into something more -- with the exception of this case, of course, all due respect given to the young lady standing naked before her now -- but right now, she was in no rush.

Dizzy was a lot of fun, though. Brought a lot more to the bedroom than she expected from someone her age; she wasn't even sure she was that good back in the day.

"Back in the day"...Even in her own head, that made her sound old.

But yes, all those delightful detours from the main roads, so to speak, the attention Dizzy devoted to places that many don't even think about, the surprising skill in using every touch, every kiss to build something monumental, making her want more even after an eruption that made her quake...The ease in which she would go from being uppity enough to give a firm hand to being so adorable that she couldn't help but soothe her...Dizzy was going to make a fine sub for somebody, some day.

In the meantime...Well, yeah. Again, she had to be honest with herself: If Dizzy wanted into her bed again, even if it weren't just for training, should she accept the offer, the thought of keeping her out was a difficult one.

She was far, far more experienced than the average nineteen year old. If last night's happenings didn't convey that, her behavior here would have. So confident and utterly at ease, both with herself and her.

This wasn't entirely new to Alix, however. The nature of her jobs both in sexfighting and pornography saw her working with plenty of newly recognized adults, and some would display that same level of comfort when it was done.

"You do that." She said with another of her endless supply of giggles. No attempt would be made to try to convince her to stick around; she was sure that Dizzy's mother would be expecting her back home soon.

"Breakfast will be ready by the time you're done in the shower. But..." And there had to be a but here. "Since we are gonna be traveling to a lot of the same places and whatnot, feel free to call me up whenever. For more training, if you're interested, or even for some more straight-up fun."

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy wished she could stay in this room forever. Just her and Alix, in this hotel room. They could call up for food and drinks when they needed it, and just spend every day having sex. Or talking to each other. Sharing experiences. Enjoying themselves. Divorce themselves from the rest of the world, cut off from everything. No responsibilities, no troubles, nothing but an endless bliss. The idea of waking up to this woman and the sunrise every morning was comforting; while she had never been the type to settle for a single lover, she could see herself making an exception in this case. Alix was all she wanted. Alix was all she needed.

But that was a fantasy. A wonderful one, but a fantasy all the same. Dizzy let it go with a passing sigh as she glanced out the window, then returned all her attention to her most gracious host, returning to reality. She giggled along with the Black Beauty - dio, she had a laugh like pure magic - and skipped back, knowing that she shouldn't overstay the welcome. The longer she stayed out, the more questions her mother would, and the harder it would be to come up with bullshit answers to said questions. That was the trick with lying: the closer you stay to the truth, the better. She wasn’t of a mind to push her luck.

She’d only gotten halfway when Alix’s offer stopped her in tracks and gave her some genuine surprise. She didn’t expect the woman to just kick her out and never see her again, but she hadn't expected more than a wave in the hallway or the occasional conversation. Maybe a shoutout on Instagram every now and then. The idea that they could possibly have another night like this, some day off in the future?

It seemed like too much to ask out of life. And yet, there it was. She wasn’t about to complain.

”Might just take you up on all that.” She threw Alix a playful wink, then spun on her heel and sauntered away, humming as she went. ”I love your smile…I really do.”

[DSX93]

Once she was off to the showers, that part of her that was questioning this thing would ask her, "Are you going crazy?" Just offering to hook up like that!

It wasn't the wisest course of action here, but...what's done is done and she's in it now. Maybe it won't be so bad. Could be doing Dizzy some good. You know. Teach her some moves, show her how to up her game in the competition -- she's got the feeling that Dizzy's going to dip into that sort of thing officially at some point.

Better finish cooking. Yeah, can't forget the food.

When Dizzy was done washing up, she would find a nice, hot bowl of

waiting for her at the kitchen table as promised, complete with a nice addition of bacon and shrimp, a dash of garlic and a sprinkling of parsley.

[BlackAkuma]

As much as Dizzy would’ve loved to just spend all day soaking in the hot bath, she knew better than to overstay her welcome. Alix was way too polite to ever say it, of course, but that didn’t mean it would just be okay to hang around all day, as fun as that would’ve been. They’d had a great time together and she hoped they would again in the future, but a little space wouldn’t be the worst thing. Pacing was important with these things.

That being said, she’d never turn away from good cooking, so when she came out of the shower a few minutes later, dressed in the clothes from the night before since she hadn't thought to bring any extras like an idiota. She came over to the table, taking big whiffs, and sat at the table to find…

…hm. What was this now? Dizzy wasn’t much of a cook herself, couldn't make anything more complex than scrambled eggs, but she’d eaten all over Europe and thought she’d seen it all. Yet, here she was, trying to identify the dish before her. Smelled great, at any rate, and she had no qualms digging in and taking a quick bite.

Another bite followed soon after, and another bite even sooner than that. ”Oh, wow!” She gulped it down, then went back in for another taste, loving the rich flavor. Zesty and wild, bursting all over her tongue. ”Damn, that’s good. That’s really good. Gotta remember this if Mom ever finds out about you, might be able to smooth her over with your cooking.”

[DSX93]

"I'm glad you like it! It's my Uncle Jerry's recipe. When I was a kid, I was always looking forward to him visiting or me getting to stay over at his house, in large part because of these grits. The man's like a culinary, Soul version of an old kung fu master."

Alix was about halfway through her own bowl when she asked, "Is your mother against Hentai wrestling in general, or is it just the thought of you doing that sort of thing that makes her uncomfortable?" Her tone was even, no judgment either way.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy giggled along as she enjoyed another spoonful, scarfing it down. She almost spoke with her mouthful, but remembered her manners at the last second and finished up before she could get the words out. ”Well, if your Uncle even gets to Italy, I’m sure he’ll be a hit. There are all kinds of weird stereotypes about us out there, but the stuff about us and food? All true.”

Of course, Dizzy wouldn’t mention that she was a rare exception to the rule. Trying to impress, here.

Alix’s question was interesting, though, and she hadn't considered it. It was enough to put a pause on her feasting, leaving her to tap the plate with her spoon while she pondered

”I think it’s just me. Like, I don’t think she’s a fan of hentai wrestling, but she understands it’s just the way things are these days. Not her thing, but whatever.” She shifted in the seat, uneasy with the next part. It wasn’t something she was ashamed of, but she was iffy about downing the mood.

…eh, screw it. ”I also think she’s a little worried about me going down the same path she did. She doesn’t like to talk much about it, but I get the feeling she was pretty wild back when she was my age. That’s how I got born in the first place. I mean, there’s zero chance of me having a baby, thank fucking god, but still. She doesn’t want me in that lifestyle, I guess.”

[DSX93]

"Grits, Southern Style!

Side Note: Topped with bacon and shrimp, a dash of garlic and a sprinkling of parsley!"

Alix tucked the dish neatly into the internal file she made for Dizzy.

"Ooh! Maybe next time you can make something for me? I've had Italian before, but never directly from a countrywoman."

Her mind lingered on what the brunette said about her mother becoming wise to their knowing each other, and how. Alix's gut was telling her that this wasn't going to be a secret forever, and she wasn't sure if it should be. Right now, though? Hell yes.

But she wanted to help the little lady. It was clear that she was more interested in Hentai wrestling than she was in the vanilla variant. What Dizzy said next on the matter, however...

"Ooh." This time, her more serious utterance would come a sympathetic expression. "And I imagine some of the craziness that goes on in LAW doesn't help either."

...This was going to take a lot of convincing, if such convincing was possible. But...

"My offer still stands, though, if you really want to pursue a career in that." If Dizzy's mind was truly set on it, she was going to find somebody to teach her. Potentially somebody with less than altruistic goals. Either that, or she'd just hop right on into the competition. Alix had seen both scenarios play out a good few times, and it didn't always go well for the youngsters who went about it like that. Now that she's in a position where she could prevent someone from going down that path, she would. "We can keep your training between us."

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy snorted at the idea of cooking for Alix, almost letting some food go down the wrong tube as a result. She gave her chest a good thumping and straightened up, coughing to get all done and force the laugh out. ”Sorry, I like you way too much to cook for you. And I don’t think I could afford the hospital bills.”

She was exaggerating, but not by much.

She continued to scarf down the food, slowing down a little so as not to appear as a total hog, as her host continued to speak. It was odd in a way, but there was a nurturing tone to her words that gave Dizzy serious comfort, the kind she would normally expect from her mother. It was a little weird getting that from some she had just been fucking for hours on end, but still, appreciated. Especially since they were on a topic she wouldn’t think of broaching with the elder Belti.

”I do want that. I really do.” She nodded, as if saying the words out loud helped solidify the concept. ”I know part of its me being a horny teenager, I get it, but I just like this whole world. I like mixing it up with women like you. I like the crowds, I like the sex, I like the vibe, it’s just so…me. You know? You know.”

Dizzy put on her best, brightest smile as she reached over the table and rubbed Alix’s hand, giving her a little squeeze. ”I will take you up on that, no doubt. And thank you, it means a lot to me. If there’s any way I can pay you back, just ask.”

She locked eyes with Alix, making sure the woman understood that this was a genuine as she got, before she sat back and started on the grits again. Couldn't let them get cold. ”I mean, I’m not sure what I could do besides give you great sex, but if you have other ideas, shoot. Maybe you need someone to squeeze into a really small space, like an air duct. I’m your girl.”

[DSX93]

Alix had asked the question in earnest, but it must not have come out that way, as it got a laugh out of Dizzy that had her choking on her food. After beating and coughing it into the right pipe, she explained it. "Oh my! Constructing W.A.D's in the kitchen, eh?" Alix didn't explain what the A stood for, but was fully prepared to if asked, hoping she'd take it as a good jest.

She was about to suggest she slow down when she got back to wolfing down her food, but it seemed as though Dizzy were able to hear her thoughts before she did. The dark-skinned goth listened intently as she expressed her determination to get into Hentai wrestling. It wasn't stated directly, but it didn't need to be. What was laid out said it all. She nodded her head, understanding completely.

That was exactly why it was so hard to leave the life when she got married, and it's what brought her back after her divorce.

The intimate touch of her hand made Alix a little uncomfortable. It's one thing during sex, but outside of that...

She put on a poker face and smiled through it, meeting Dizzy's gaze and thanking all that was good that she didn't see what she was afraid she might see inside of them. A serious think about exactly what she was comfortable with and what the boundaries should be was going to be had when her company was gone.

She wished Silvia was around to give her some advice on this.

"You're welcome, Dizzy. I don't want anything in return, though. Not on a..." In an absence of properly descriptive words, she simply gestured between the two of them before something finally came to mind. "You know? Not to me, personally. Just pay it forward when you can. If you come across somebody who could use the help, give it. That's all I ask."

[BlackAkuma]

This was nice. This was really nice.

Was this the first time she had just come out and said this stuff? If not, Dizzy couldn't remember the first time. She’d had some hints of it with Alicia, but she hadn't had the chance to get that confidential with the Californian beauty just yet, and she wasn’t sure she ever would. She’d had these thoughts inside for the longest time; she’d said them to herself repeatedly, but there was something different about verbalizing her plans to another human. It was almost like signing an invisible contract. Someone else knew about her goals in the world, and if she fell short, that someone else would see that she failed.

Normally, she wouldn’t care that much about what anyone thought. But Alix was different. She wanted the night they had to be a turning point. She needed it to mean something. It was the strangest thing to think about someone she’d only known for a relatively short time, but…

Bah. Deep thinking. Too deep. She’d shelve this for later.

She returned to the acronym from earlier, trying to piece it together as a welcomed distraction. ”WAD, WAD… Weapon of Appetite Destruction? Weird-Ass Delicacies? Wet-Ass…” She rolled her fork about in the air, then shrugged. ”Sorry, Americans lead the world in acronyms, I can not keep up.”

She finished off her plate just as Alix spoke and took a moment to clean up before pushing away from the table. ”Pay it forward? I can try that. I don’t see anyone coming to my skinny butt like I came to you, but I’ll do my best if it ever happens. Gotta help each other out, right?” She placed the plate in the sink, figuring that was the best place to let it soak, and turned back to Alix, giving her one last look over, as if to make sure all of this was real and she wasn’t just having the best, most vivid dream of her short life.

”I won’t overstay the welcome; sure, you’ve got stuff to do, and I’ve got an overbearing Italian mother to get back to…but thanks. Again. For like the thousandth time, but still.” She held out her arms and smiled her most genuine smile. ”Hug for the road? And no groping, I promise.”