Strangers in the Night

Carmen was bored. You would think, as a lesbian, that would be an impossible thing to do while watching two oiled up women in string bikini wrestle around a ring, but, somehow, she was pulling it off.

On this particularly night, Carmen found herself, as she had many nights before, hanging around Safe Word, one of the best fetish clubs Japan had to offer. The biggest. The most varied, catering to every kink you could think of in your twisted little mind. The cleanest, with a staff that was professional and made that all the proper rules and safeties were followed and enforced. Carmen had gotten dressed up in her leather pants, her boot, she'd even bought a slick black tube top for the occasion, showing off her toned shoulder and arms. She was ready to just come in and enjoy an evening away from the world.

Trying to enjoy it. Trying.

"No, that's not..." She sat back and groaned as one of the girls in the ring tried a snapmare and completely botched it, not even getting her opponent to do a half roll before she came down. A snapmare. One of the first, easiest moves Carmen learned when she started wrestling. Granted, these girls weren't wrestlers, they were just volunteers. But if they were going to try this, in a real ring, a little experience wouldn't kill them. Not even the tight string bikinis there wore were enough to salvage this, and Carmen was particularly fond of women in string bikinis.

She groaned as the horror continued in the ring, looking around the dark room a handful of others watched the match, all of them seeming like they enjoyed it. Maybe she would have, too, a year or so ago, but now that she actually wrestled and knew how it was supposed to look, the fun was just gone. She'd enjoyed some matches here before - the woman who owned the place was a former Wrestle Angel, and she liked to mix her old job with her new one from time to time. Some of the things Carmen had seen in that ring rivaled Friction on its most erotic nights...but this wasn't one of those instances.

Carmen sighed and sat back. Just a couple more minutes. After that, she'd see if there was some real fun to be had around Safe Word. Anywhere else.

Korralyn stood in front of the SafeWord staring up at the sign, and then at the door, and then the small piece of paper in her hand. Yep, this looked like the right place. Bianka, her manager's weird cousin, had told her that this was the place to go if she was looking for a little practice before getting her first match booked. Sparring with the girls in the house was fine and all, but she couldn't help but take matches kinda personally, and she had to live with these girls.

Feeling a bit out of her element she stalked in through the doors of the establishment. Many of the patrons were involved in acts that she'd not even heard of before let alone seen performed, and most of it carried out amidst conversations in Japanese... which she didn't speak. She had spent a lot of time around some scummy clubs, mostly softcore stuff and foxy boxing on the beach... this was a whole new world of smut. Not that she had a problem with anything that was going on around her, it was just a touch overwhelming.

In a pair of black six inch heels that only added to her already respectable height she moved through the various rooms and displays. She was dressed in a low cut, black cocktail dress that clung to the contours of her body exquisitely. Of course she was wearing more appropriate wrestling attire under this, but one did have to keep up appearances, no? The surfer girl skirted through the place intermittently trying to speak to strangers, first in English and then in Spanish. She didn't bother with Tagalog since it sort of a long shot. "Hello, excuse me, I'm looking for the wrestling... you know, sexy fighting..."

At length the sounds of cheering and bodies clumsily flopping about on a mat would draw her in. Following this siren song of quasi-erotic combat she would arrive at last in the promised land, the wrestling ring. Not even waiting to find a partner first she would grab her dress by its hem and pull it off over her head. Revealed beneath was an emerald green one-piece bathing suite rife with cut outs exposing teasing glimpses of more intimate flesh. Taking the discarded dress in hand she would hurriedly slip from her shoes before moving to ringside to get a better look at the competition... Which wasn't inspiring. She could have just tossed around the kawaii girls if that's what she was looking for, and she didn't have to pay a cover to do it!

Carmen officially gave up on the match around the time one of the girls - and this was a case where 'girls' was appropriate, not 'women' - tried one of the worst looking Rock Bottoms she'd ever seen, nearly dropping her poor opponent right on her head. At that point, she had to leave. If for no other reason than to maintain her faith in humanity.

She'd just started to head out of the room, when something caught her ear - a voice. In a place like this, a single voice wouldn't have normally stood out, but this one was unique - after all, Spanish had a way of sticking out in Japan.

She spun around with her body halfway through the door, homing in on the source and trying to find her in the darkened. It didn't take long to spot her through the crowd. She was taller, more muscular, darker-skinned than the rest, and everyone in the room seemed to be throwing glances her way as she neared the ring. A few of those glances turned to outright stares as she took her scintillating dress off and revealed some interesting attire underneath. A luscious, firm body, barely contained by the ornate one-piece suit she wore.

Carmen was suddenly quite glad she decided to wait those two extra minutes.

She bit her lip, mulling her course of action for all of one second before she made her way down to the ring. Carmen walked up beside her fellow dark beauty and leaned on the apron, looking on as the girls tried a series of poorly executed roll-up pins.

"Nice outfit." She looked at her for a moment, flashed a sly smile, then turned back to the ring. "You're about to get in there?"

Korra slipped a hair elastic from off of her wrist to tie back her previously loose main of dark waves. She was well aware of the looks she was receiving from many of the other patrons, but she was used to that; it sorta came with the territory of being an exhibition wrestler. Her pale blue eyes, a curious trait considering her heritage, soaked in the match with mild interest. Well, she'd come all this way, she had might as well see what this place could offer her. Just then a voice addressed her, and in a language she knew!

Lowering her arms having secured her hair back in a long ponytail she turned her attention towards the mysterious speaker. Her eyes sparked in surprised as she saw a tall, fit woman in a rather fetching outfit of all black and leather. It helped that she was kinda cute too. Unabashedly she let her gaze wander over the lean latina, devouring the sight of her in the dim lights of the crowd. Finally looking the dark woman in the eyes she adopted a playful smirk and addressed her in Spanish, "Looking pretty good yourself, mamasita. And yeah, figure I'll hop in and see if anyone can keep up with me." She winked, almost a challenge to this stranger. The woman looked to be in better shape than the co-eds fumbling about between the ropes, maybe she'd be a good place to cut her teeth before the -real- wrestlers of the AFW.

Carmen looked back at the woman while she gazed back her way, the two of them taking time size each other up from head to toe. Judging from the look in those haunting blue eyes of hers, she and this women were on the same page. Good. She wasn't in the mood for awkward moments, tonight. Just fun. And it looked like she wouldn't have much trouble getting it.

"Carmen Rodriguez. Though you can call me 'mamasita' as much as you like. Especially when you say it like that." She turned around and put her back against the apron, as the match inside finally ended with a pinfall. She didn't know won. DIdn't care. Her only concern was the alluring beauty beside her, and if she could lead this encounter where it seemed to likely be going.

"I think I'd like to see that." Carmen licked her lower lip and stared back her way, meeting her challenging look with one of her own. This luscious Latina was confident, she could tell that much already, and she doubted she her outfit was simply for show. Even if it was a nice show, all by itself.

"But I'm not sure I'm the right woman for you." Carmen brought her fingers together and cracked her knuckles, getting a few loud pops. "You just want someone who can keep up. If I get in  there, I'll do a lot more than that."

Korra was feeling increasingly optimistic about her evening with every passing moment she spent in Carmen's company. Here she had a beautiful young woman, with whom she could converse in not one but two languages, and looked like she could hold her own in the ring. Overcoming and dominating her firm body was going to be sweet and satisfying in all of the right ways.

Shifting her weight to one broad hip she set one of her hands upon its gentle swell. The other hand Korra extended to Carmen in a congenial, if somewhat too professional manner, "Korralyn, Korra Ramos. But I wrestle under the name "El Korrazon"... sort of a mix between my name, corazon ((trans: heart)), and amazon." She included her ring name out of a somewhat narcissistic need to celebrate her being picked up by a global franchise.

Sparing one last moment to let her eyes wander over Carmen's tight body she absently allowed her pearl white teeth to scrape over her lower lip in a suggestive manner. Once the two tired, bikini clad girls had vacated the ring a club staffer dressed as a ref entered to ask the crowd if anyone else was willing to show their moves in the ring. The question was only half out of the man's mouth and Korra reached up to grab the middle rope, pulling herself up to half-sit upon the apron at Carmen's side. "Well, let's just find out what you can do... mamasita." She let the pet name "little mama" pour from her lips like honey, simultaneously taunting and inviting her soon-to-be opponent.

Normally, Carmen would've simply shaken Korra's hand and been done with it, but in a place like this, 'normal' wouldn't do. Instead, she gently grasped it by the fingers, pulled it up, and placed a soft kiss on the top of the statuesque beauty's knuckles. "Lovely women should go by lovely names." She added a devious lick, before letting her hand go. Strong fist, she could tell. "I like it."

Even though Korra didn't say she worked for the AFW, Carmen figured that was the most likely possibility. She didn't recognize her, though, and her fellow Latina didn't seem to know her, either. She decided to keep it that way for the time being, use it to play with her a big and reveal at the right time. For now, she was just a curiously tall Puerto Rican hanging around a Japanese fetish club. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Let's." Carmen took a second to step back and kick off her shoes and socks, before she wiggled out of her leather pants and set them to the side. Underneath, she was wearing a pair of short, black boxer shorts - not the most sensual thing ever, but she didn't anticipate this turn of events. They did a good job of showing of her legs, at least, and that would have to be enough.

Carmen rolled into the ring, popped up to her feet, and waved to the audience as they cheered the new fighters on. She turned to Korra with a swing in her hips and sauntered towards her, looking at her with lustful eyes and a wicked smirk. "Are we going by normal rules, or did you have something special in mind?"

The corner of Korra's lip curled in a little smirk as her hand was kissed and subsequently licked by her flirtatious new acquaintance. Carmen was not exactly what she had expected to find here. Not that she had really known what sort of person she did expect to find in an establishment such as this, but Carmen wasn't it. From her perch upon the apron she watched as the woman wiggled her firm hips to shake down her leather pants and reveal the boyish shorts beneath, and more importantly the long legs that extended from them. Korra allowed herself the luxury of drinking in these new revelations before laying back and sliding herself into the ring properly.

Climbing to her feet she rose and turned first to face the excitable audience. Raising a lean arm she waved and flashed an alluring smile. They weren't fans of her in particular, how could they be? But she would accept their momentary adoration none the less. She was more than accustomed to one-night-stand-fans, as she'd come to know them; people who came to the club once, or else so infrequently they could never be considered regulars. They never got to know any of the girls, the fighters, by name or to care much about who won or lost, it was just a titillating way to pass an evening and watch two fit women touch each other.

Finally her attention would turn back to swishing hips and the fighter who was attached to them. Linking her fingers behind her back Korra stretched her shoulders in a motion that intentionally thrust her chest forward and arched her back for the crowd's enjoyment. These little rituals had become mindless ritual to the foxy-boxer, "Special?" She lofted a heavy, dark brow as if the word were entirely foreign to her, "Like, a wager or..." She let the question trail off inviting Carmen to fill in the blanks. Korralyn had never actually watched the AFW, at least not enough to fully comprehend just what she was getting herself into. There was a world of difference between bikini clad wrestling and a hentai endurance match.

Carmen wasn't exactly an exotic dancer. Truth told, she was a pretty poor regular dancer most of the time. She'd taken dancing lessons to improve her footwork and she could do decently well when the pace was fast enough, but when things got slow, she felt awkward and stiff.

Not like Korralyn. Carmen watched as the buxom beauty moved about in the ring, and even though she was sure she had never seen the woman in this club before, she would've thought she was a regular if she didn't know better. The crowd loved her, and with good reason. Every curve oozed with sexuality and begged to be touched, like her body was taylor-made for hands to run over it. Carmen was all too eager to oblige.

She rolled in under the bottom rope and popped up to her feet, taking a few long, confident strides towards her 'opponent' for the evening. Without shoes, she could tell how similar their bodies were - Korralyn had the better figure, would've fit in just fine with most gifted beauties in the AFW, but aside from that, they were close enough to the same size and build that they could almost look identical with the right cosmetic touches. Carmen got close, just close enough for her breasts to graze against Korralyn's impressive pair.

"Well," She exhaled, letting her hot, lusty breath roll over the tanned beauty's face. "I was thinking more like rules. We can go for pins like normal, but I'd rather try something a little more interesting." Carmen brought her thigh up and grazed Korralyn's crotch, gently teasing at the softness underneath.

"As far as wagers go, I have a few ideas," She stepped away, as much as she hated to lose the feel of Korralyn's body. "But I'm more curious to hear what's on your mind."

As Carmen drew close the Filipino wrestler smiled alluringly and welcomed the gentle pressure of the woman's body against her own, even pressed her chest just a little more firmly into the meeting. Her ponytail swung out over one shoulder as her head canted slightly to the side as if she were going to kiss her opponent, a pantomime made all the more convincing as she felt the thigh move up between her legs and push against her crotch. Flirty she was used to, that was a touch beyond how far her opponents of old would have gone... not that she particularly minded, but it only served as a reminder that she wasn't home anymore. She didn't need to ask what sort of 'special rules' Carmen had in mind, the sensation between her legs answered that question already.

Korra tried to remain aloof and in control, but when her opponent finally withdrew a soft, plaintive groan slipped out beneath her breath. Swallowing loudly there was a brief pause before she was able to construct a coherent idea from her whirling thoughts. This was what she'd come here for, after all, she had best get used to it! Filling her breasts with a deep, cooling lungful of air she spoke in a low, husky voice, her eyes once more wandering unabashedly over Carmen's body. "Hmm-mmm. We have plenty of other rooms around here fully of kinky stuff. Maybe the winner gets to drag the loser into the room of her choice... and put on a little show." The prospect of having this beautiful thing tied up publicly, naked, defeated, maybe even paddle her ass scarlet... it flushed her cheeks and quickened her heart. Lesson one at the AFW would have to be keeping her hormones in check before they carried her away. "How's that sound to you, mamasita?"