From One Thing to Another

"Ah... I see..." Charlene said as she heard Chiharu's response. "W-well... I'd say that there's a good chance for that... I mean, the other day I ran into someone else from AFW at the pool..."

Hearing the girl's answer to the her question about watching her matches made the blonde frowned a bit, though.

"Waa... that's not fair!" she protested childishly, pouting. "I-I guess it would..."

Charlene wasn't so sure to be honest. Chiharu looked like a nice girl and all, but one could never really guess with AFW girls. If she was eventually matched against this girl, Charlene would have to face Chiharu anyways since she's obliged to follow her contract. She just hoped that Chiharu wasn't a sadist or anything whenever she stepped into the ring. That's not the only type of opponent she's concerned about, though... The other one would only make her blush again so she decided not to think about it too much.

"W-well I'll do my best!" she thought out loud. "Just... don't hurt me too much?" the blonde smiled sheepishly.

Chiharu nodded and sat back as Charlene told the very brief story of an encounter at the pool. The white-haired chef sipped at her drink. “There do seem to be a good many of us. Some just, uh, part-timers, I guess you would say, like myself, some full-timers, and everything and everyone in between. Weâ€re very thick on the ground.” She looked around, as if she expected to recognize another face from AFW at one of the few populated tables in the restaurant.

She looked back to Charlene and grinned as the blonde commented on her suggestion that they wrestle each other sometime. Charlene was just the perfect sort of woman for Chiharu to be matched up against. She wouldnâ€t put up much of a fight. Chiharu could easily take control and make the night a wondrous one for the both of them. “Oh, I wouldnâ€t hurt you, my dear. Thatâ€s not the kind of wrestling I do,” Chiharu explained.

"I know, right?" Charlene smiled. "P-part timer? They didn't tell me that you can do this part time!" she exclaimed.

Then again it might not make too much difference. As it was, the blonde was already given some leniency regarding her matches since she had very little combat experience. Charlene was more curious about what Chiharu said afterwards, though. How could she wrestle and not hurt anyone? She'd like to face an opponent that wrestle that way!

"R-really? Then... how exactly do you wrestle...?" the blonde inquired, half wondering if she shouldn't have asked.

Chiharu shrugged. “Well, itâ€s not exactly part-time. As I said, thatâ€s only the best way I can think of to describe it. But…I havenâ€t gotten very many matches yet, and they seem content to just keep me on the roster and let me hang around until I find matches that suit me. That could be because of the way that I got into the league. My contract is…unique.” She put a hand over her mouth and giggled. “The negotiations were quite strenuous.”

Ah, yes. Chiharu remembered the cute blonde whom she had “interviewed” with. The woman had quite the ferocious sex drive, and had been ready and willing to fight Chiharu for the top position. The two had gone at it in the womanâ€s office for almost three hours. When they were finished, Chiharu was both sexually and contractually satisfied.

When Charlene asked how Chiharu wrestled, the Japanese beauty paused for a second and looked the blonde over. She had to say, Charlene seemed completely serious asking that question. Remarkable. “Well…first of all, my style of wrestling involves a…softer touch than other styles,” Chiharu began, sliding closer still to Charlene.

The whole contract thing seemed rather complicated, but Charlene guessed that Chiharu was allowed such privilege because she was good. A newbie like herself probably just had to take whatever offered to her. The blonde noticed the girl slided closer as she answered her question, and she suppressed her a gulp.

"S-softer touch...? C-can you tell me more about it?" she became more curious.

Part of her probably could have guessed where this was heading, but for some reason Charlene seemed intrigued with this soft style Chiharu was speaking of. Maybe wrestling would be more enjoyable if she could learn about it. Wishful thinking from the blonde, but her endurance was still lacking after all. Her debut made her whole body sore for like a full week.

Charlene didnâ€t seem to entirely understand what Chiharu was trying to get at. The Japanese beauty found that rather endearing. She would need to make everything perfectly clear for the blonde-haired cutie, however, before she took things much further. As predatory as she was in this regard, Chiharu wanted her prey to know and understand full well what was going to happen between the two of them.

“You want to learn about my softer touch?” Chiharu asked, sliding a little closer still, swinging an arm out and sliding it around Charleneâ€s shoulders. “I could tell you more about it…I could demonstrate it for you, too, if you really want to. But…are you sure you donâ€t have any experience with it? Youâ€ve never…touched anyone softly?”

Chiharu leaned in, her face very close to Charleneâ€s.

Their closeness made Charlene's face warmed up and blushed a bit. The girl's arm slinging over her shoulder made her a little more nervous. Somehow she felt like she might have an idea what Chiharu was talking about. Then again, she didn't really want to jump to conclusions too quickly. It could be an actual soft wrestling style after all.

"D-demonstrate it...?" she gasped, pulling her back away a little. "Uhh... well... I never dated anyone... if that's what you're hinting at... so uhh... no?"

On the other hand, she had been touched indecently by some girls, here in AFW. That couldn't be what Chiharu was talking about, right? Just remembering about it already made her face turned redder and warmer. U-uahh... so close...

Chiharu wondered if Charlene was getting what she was hinting at. She wasnâ€t exactly being subtle about her meaning, but she wasnâ€t coming right out and saying it, either. She would play with the boundary of properness a bit, teasing Charlene for a little bit longer. But it wouldnâ€t be long before Chiharu would have to tell Charlene flat-out just what kind of wrestling she did.

Charlene mentioned that she had never dated anyone. Chiharu smiled. That made sense. Oh, and she was catching onto what Chiharu was hinting at after all. “Yes. Demonstrate it. I would be happy to demonstrate my special soft style, if you would let me…” She leaned in a little closer, eyes scanning Charleneâ€s blushing face. She blew a warm stream of air right into the pretty features of the European girl.

“I think you might have an idea as to what my softer touch is like…am I right in assuming that?”

"Ah..." Charlene let out as she felt the warm breath of Chiharu on her face.

She wasn't sure about how to answer the girl's question. If she was assuming things wrongly, it wouldn't be surprising if she ended up being labeled as a pervert. If she was right, that also meant she's a pervert. The blonde had a face as if she's just eating a whole lemon as she wondered what she should say, her face turning redder and redder. It's all the fault of those damned perverted girls in AFW!

"I... I might..." she replied softly, looking down to avoid Chiharu's eyes. "B-but maybe it's better if you show me first hand... uhhh... I-I mean...!" Charlene paused abruptly. "Ugh... I think... can we talk about this... at some other place...?"

Charlene still didnâ€t seem very sure. She almost had the demeanor of one of those cute little kawaii girls who were always wrestling in beds and giving each other wedgies—she seemed innocent, a little naïve, perhaps slightly oblivious. But she was not a kawaii. She was a veritable woman, and Chiharu now had her sights set squarely upon the blonde.

“You might?” Chiharu repeated, smirking, patting the blonde on the head. Obviously, Charlene was a little nervous. “Of course we can talk about it, Char-san. Weâ€ll only try out the softer wrestling style if you want to. I never try to force my…wrestling on a woman who doesnâ€t want it.” She would lean back and put a finger to her smiling lips. “I think, though, that youâ€ll love it when you try it. Youâ€ll want more.”

She stood up, then motioned back to the kitchen. “Just give me a few minutes to convince the boss here to let me go. There arenâ€t many other customers, and itâ€s twenty minutes before I wouldâ€ve gotten off anyway, so I doubt heâ€ll mind.”