Wallflower

It was late. Getting to midnight. Being up this late was already weird for Blossom, but the time wasn't the strangest thing about her current scenario. No, that would have to be where she was. Namely, a club. The first club Blossom had ever been to. Ever.

She'd always wanted to go to one, of course, but Conshohocken wasn't exactly known for its vibrant nightlife. It wasn't known for much of anything, aside from being #4 on the top ten list of hard-to-pronounce American cities. Even if it wasn't, even if it had been burning like New York City, it wouldn't have mattered. Her parents wouldn't have let her go to a club if she'd asked, and she never worked up the courage to try. Getting them to even let her go to the prom - alone, of course - was hard enough.

But now she was out. She was in Japan. She was free. And what had she done with her time in this new, strange environment? Well, her job, for one thing. She wrestled, which was always good, but she hadn't really settled into the city yet. Her conversational Japanese was enough for mingling purpose, but she hadn't put it to much good use for actual conversations. Outside of Death Bunny, Jackpot, and Mackie, she didn't really know anyone. She was just there in her apartment, not assimilating to the culture, getting nothing from it.

That changed tonight!

She'd put on her best pair of sandals, wore her best green frilly skirt, slid into her lucky Lucky Charms t-shirt, and made her way to the Downward Spiral, a brand-new energetic spot in the middle of Japan. The place was jumping and weirdly designed, like a corkscrew going down into the earth, ending in a thumping dance floor at the bottom. Plenty of people, but Blossom was going to stand out. She was going to dance. She was going to show the world what a little girl like her could do.

...eventually. At some point. Sooner or later. RIght now, she was by the bar near the dance floor, sipping on a cup of water while she waited for just the right song to step out on and start dancing. And maybe for the crowd to thin a little bit, too, so she could find a good place to dance on. She didn't want to hit anyone with her flailing arms, of course. Just a little longer, then it would be the right time. Just a little longer....

Alyssa had some time to unwind after her recent matches, and she would damn well make the best of it. Against Morgan's objections, the submission artist had decided to forgo bed rest so she could go out clubbing. Her best friend might have meant well, but Alyssa was way too restless to stay in one place for too long. Her destination for tonight? The Downward Spiral, a perfect example for her career and her current state of health.

Limping along in her skinny jeans and a black jacket over a loose tank top, the wrestler made her way to the bar. When in doubt, drink it out. And so, she found herself pounding back a few coups of heated sake before her body stopped feeling like she had been hit by a car.

And then her eyes met a certain up and coming rookie's.

With a slow, insidious grin, the Bomber stood up. Though her gait was slow and slightly unsteady, there was some predatory quality to her approach as she licked her lips. Dinner time was here, it seemed.

Blossom was not exactly the most experienced on the dance floor, but even she knew when things were not going well. Well enough to say this almost definitely qualified as 'not going well'.

She made a few attempts to storm the dance floor, but she could never quite break into the crowd. The rhythm just seemed off. She tried to bounce around and dance with it, but it was so fast-paced and loud, like a hammer just thump, thump, thumping on her skull. Being short didn't help things, either. She could tell a lot of people were looking over her head, like she didn't even belong there. And she was starting to suspect they were right.

Except for that girl. The one walking right towards her with a wobbly gait, looking at Blossom like she was a water fountain in the middle of the Sahara. Blossom could almost hear the Jaws theme music playing.

She was a tad creeped out, but if this girl was going to bark up her tree, she wasn't in a position to say no. Might as well be friendly. "Uh, hey!" She waved at the girl and managed a little smirk. She was a little taller than Blossom, but not too much bigger, and she looked hot enough from what Blossom could see. She certainly didn't have any problem showing her legs off, with jeans like that."I'm Blossom! Her squeaky voice barely carried over the pounding bass. "You new here, too?"

Close enough, as Alyssa would put it, was just barely outside of the space people started feeling uncomfortable at. She decided she'd stay in that spot, to avoid more problems than what was necessary.

Close enough, the Bomber would say, was chest to chest with fingers dancing around within and without. That, Alyssa thought, was a much better range to be at. Shame the distance hadn't been breached quite yet.

"Well, hello there Blossom." Her grin had changed from one of depraved lust into one of cocky flirtation. Hardly smooth, but it kept the imbalanced parts of her under check as she switched roles. "You could say I'm new to these parts. But I'm no greenhorn, if that's what you're asking."

She leaned in, mischief present in her eyes as she looked Blossom over. She had a thing for blondes and muscles, but the brunette here wasn't lacking in the latter department. "You look like you're here for a good time. I can show you one, if you're up to it." As weakened as she was, it didn't mean her dexterity had gone to pot.

Blossom's parents were kind, caring individuals who always looked out for their daughter. As such, they always warned her against talking to strangers, and she'd always followed their advice...but most of the strangers she'd met hadn't been hot girls about her age hanging out in clubs. Alyssa seemed worth the risk. Blossom liked the playful look in her eyes and really liked the fact that she was even talking to her in the first place. She saw something she liked, apparently. Couldn't imagine what that would be, but she wasn't about to complain.

Blossom leaned back and bit her lip, playing up the cuteness angle a bit and smirking back at her new 'friend'. Flirting wasn't really her thing, but she felt like she could catch on to the basics quick enough.

"I am for a good time, yeah - that was the plan, anyway." She took a step closer to Alyssa, daring to get within a more personal range. She licked her lips, taking a few cues from the handful of hentai matches she'd been in and the many, many she'd watched. "Little curious what you had in mind, though. I'm all innocent and alone here, I'm not trying to get into any trouble..."

The moment Blossom licked her lips, Alyssa grinned just a little wider, matching her step with one of her own. Alright, things were still going great. At least, that's what she believed. No need to go hard, a little toss and a bit of flirting would work.

"No trouble, eh? I have to tell you, miss, I could certainly keep any sort of trouble away from you. You have nothing to worry aboot. I'll protect you... All. Night. Long."

Alyssa might have been laying the accent a little thick there, but it was all in good fun. She never was particularly persuasive, though she was proud that her tongue was best used for other purposes. Perhaps she was underestimating Blossom, but Blank wasn't exactly mindful of any chance of failure. Right now, she was out to get some. The fact that she wasn't even bringing her A-game to this showed how confident she was in her success.

It was the cuteness, wasn't it? Definitely the cuteness. She never did think too highly of cute people, especially of their ability to resist her.

Blossom had to cover her mouth to keep a giggle from slipping out - this girl didn't lack for confidence, that was for sure. Or maybe it was the slight hint of alchohol in the air that was giving her courage. Or maybe Blossom just looked that vulnerable. Or maybe it was some combination of all three.

Either way, she liked where this was heading. Just some time to sit back and enjoy the night with someone who looked more than willing for the opportunity. There was definitely some promise, here.

Since she was eager, Blossom felt safe enough to get a little bold herself. She stepped forward and reached, taking the initiative as she pulled the taller girl's body closer to her own. Nothing too serious, just yet. A little rubbing. A little grinding. A mischevious look in her eyes, a playful smile. Just testing the water to see how hot it was before she took a plunge. "I think I like the sound of that." Blossom's hand started to creep behind her new playmate, slowly working its way around and giving the tight jeans a few squeezes. "My protector needs a name, though." She whispered, her words just barely carrying over the music, like she was trying to keep some unseen audience from hearing. "I need to have something to scream out, later on."

Well now. This was one coy girl. She had to admit, she liked that kind of attitude. The meek were bound to be used up, and discarded. So far, this bubbly brunette seemed like she'd be a keeper. What did they call it in Japan, a 'sexfriend'? Yeah, that was it. Or hell, friends with benefits. She needed more buddies, ones that would put out and not be way too nice for their own good. It felt weird not having to do chores, or handle the bills.

Of course, the touching and the rubbing weren't bad. She leaned into her counterpart, her mouth next to Blossom's ear as she whispered in a flirty tone.

"Heh. Name's Alyssa. Try not to lose to lose your voice tonight, Blossom. I like talkers, not takers."

Honestly, she didn't get the appeal of submissive people. It was good in the heat of the moment, but it always ended up being disappointing in hindsight. She needed somebody who would try to match her touch for touch, word for word.

Alyssa. Alyssa. Blossom liked that name. Vaguely exotic with a hiss in the middle, like a powerful snake that was ready to wrap her up tight and squeeze away. She looked like she had the body to pull it off, too...at least, Blossom thought she did, from the earliest inspections she made with her hands. Nice and fit, not too much fat that she could feel, fulsome in all the right places. A closer inspection was going to be required, though, to ensure accuracy. Scintillating scientific sexiness.

Now that she could pretty safely say they were on the same page - maybe even the same sentence - Blossom brought her strength into the equation and pulled Alyssa in tight, pressing their bodies together as the music began to pick up with a bouncing, steady rhythm. She stood up on her toes to bring them a little closer to an even height, and whispered in Alyssa's ear just as hotly as she'd done for her.

"Don't worry." Blossom chirped with a girlish giggle. Innocent, but mixing a little dirt in there, too. "Even if I do, I can still do all sorts of neat stuff with my mouth."

Just to demonstrate, she ran her tongue up the length of Alyssa's earlobe, tracing around the edge. She got a nice taste of her in the process, too. Very tangy skin, she had. Zesty.

Alyssa made a pledge at that moment. She was going to fuck Blossom senseless, and damn if anybody would try to stop her.

Unlike the brunette, the Bomber wasn't exactly in an analytical frame of mind. As pleased as she would be to hear Blossom's thoughts on her body, she was the kind that either ran on crazy or on instincts most of the time. The only question is if she wanted to take the girl in public or in private. Either way, Alyssa was pleased that things had gotten this far.

"What a surprise. I can do the same, too." She whispered huskily as she started nipping at Blossom's neck. If she left a few hickeys on the way down, that would be even better.