Redemption Sound

"She'll get over it." Jessica smirked. It looked like River was really getting in the mood to ruin this poor stripper's night. And Jessica was more than in the mood to screw up someone is evening. The Violent Violet climbed up on the stage and shoved the stripper off it. "Hey boys. Change of plans for the evening. We're going to be the stars of the show tonight." Jessica yanked her shirt off and whipped it at one of the patrons. The meager crowd began hooting and throwing their money at the stage.

"Wanna see some more, you fucking perverts?" Jessica pulled her dark jeans down a little bit, showing a tasteful amount of underwear and skin. She looked at River and smiled. This was a lovely turn to the evening and Jessica moved her body to the song. The look on her face was a happy one, one that had forgotten River and was soaking up the attention.

The rhythm and beat had taken over. She was enjoying herself for the first time in a little bit.

River Styx watched as Jessica shook her ass and showed off her body. Most of the eyes were on the purple princess, though a few bills came her way, too, as she made her way around the pole. Any other time, that might piss her off. Today? Not so much. Jessica was officially out of her funk, so the mission was accomplished. The bartender who seemed to be making his way towards the back was a growing concern, but one that she could deal with in a minute.

She took a few long, prideful strides over to Jessica as one of the bar patrons got a little close, reaching up to stuff his money right down her pants. It would've been a tight fit, so Styx spared her the chaffing by reaching over and cutting the guy off with a hard slap on the ass. She dug her claws in and pulled Jessica tight against her, undulating to the the music and pressing hard into her body.

"You're mine." Styx smirked as her dug even further into the pants and tried to grab as much ass as possible. "You know that, right?"

Most nights, Jessica would have been pissed off. She was no one's except herself. But tonight she was one with the night, with the passions of wild sex and the beats of awful music and the embraces of her lover. The Violent Violet had been doing her squats and she loved it when she was err, appreciated. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the Japanese stripper calling for the the bouncer to get her off the stage. The clock was ticking. Not until they would have to make their egress of course, but until Jessica and River tore the bouncer a new one.

Jessica looked back to River with a flirty smile before turning around. She threw one of her toned and sexy legs over River and pulling her in close. "And you're all mine. Come on, don't you want to have a little fun tonight?" Jessica ground her hips into River and all the patrons of the bar were loving it. They were throwing all of their most likely misbegotten wealth at the two women.

It was Jessica's turn to push her forehead against River's. Her violet eyes were practically glowing in the light of the strip club. She began yanking River's top off, exposing a few of her battle wounds and scars to the horny businessmen littering the club.

Styx kept her baby blue eyes focused on the wild, horny-as-hell country girl in front of her, except for the occasional glance at the growing problem behind them. For now, though, her body was focused on the increasing Friction between their hot, sweaty bodies and those pleasingly plump but stil teasingly hard cheeks in her hand. Jessica worked her body to perfection on a daily basis, and it showed.

"I think we've already had more than a 'little fun' tonight." She sighed as her top was yanked off and the bevy of battle scars was laid bare. Her skin was peppered with all sorts of marks and cuts and bruises from more brawls than she cared to count. It was too the point where she couldn't count them, anymore - she tried to catalogue them a couple of times, just for the hell of it, but she gave up before she could get to the back side. A few of the guys winced at the sight, the sort of reaction she was used to. It didn't matter. They weren't fucking her, Jessica was. Their opinion didn't register.

Styx looked through the strands of Jessica's hair as one of the bouncers made his way up on stage, heading at them from behind. Big guy, especially for this island. Bald. Sunglasses indoors, trying to look tough. "Company coming up behind you..." She subtly moved her hands away so Jessica would have unrestricted movement. "Impact in 3, 2..."

Jessica got the message loud and clear. It would be like a corny action flick where the lovers tenderly embraced then kicked all sorts of ass. And she was a sucker for just those kind of movie. Jessica's eyes went wide, then narrowed. Before River got to one Jessica spun on cue and delivered a powerful uppercut to the bouncer. His feet briefly left the tethers of the earth and his glasses flew to Nagasaki. The poor guy hit the ground with a thud and a swift kick to his head would ensure that the faux tough guy was not going to have a sweet sleep good night.

The crowd reeled in confusion. The stripper looked on, incredulous, and a few more intrepid patrons cheered. More bouncers began to shuffle over and it looked like their time in the lime light might come to an end. Jessica looked over at her fuck buddy. "Uh, we should scram. Never been arrested in Japan before and I am not keen on it."

She hopped down from the stage. It briefly occurred to her to send another kick this time to the stripper but Jessica held back. The smile she gave River was a joyful one. "Come on, we can go back to my place."

Despite being no stranger to illegal activities, River was proud of the fact that she'd managed to avoid incarceration up until this point. She'd had some close run-ins, but through skill, guile, and plain dumb luck, she'd never been given more than a warning. As much as she would have dearly loved to get into a brawl in the middle of a strip club - a good spot for a hardcore match, now that she thought about it - it wasn't quite worth the trouble of getting better acquainted with the Japanese penal system. Time to go.

River would've answered Jessica immediately, but her mouth was full at the moment, loading up with a a little surprise at one of the bouncers who'd managed to get ahead of the pack and thought he had some balls. The guy was stockier than the one Jessica took down, but Styx couldn't tell if it was because of muscle or fat - didn't matter, not for what she what had in mind.

The moment he was close enough, she let loose with the Black Tar from her mouth and sprayed him in the face. He took it all in the eyes and crumpled immediately, rolling around in agony.

"Okay," She gave him a kick in the balls, jumped off the stage, and made a run for the exit as the crowd wisely cleared a path. "Let's go."

Jessica hadn't seen Jurassic Park in quite a long time. But she recalled the dinosaur that spit acid or tar or whatever at the fat dude and appreciated the fact that River closely resembled the monster. It elicited a giggle out of Jessica. But there were more pressing issues at hand and the Violent Violet wasn't sticking around. She made it out the door before River did and waited for her.

"That was fun. We should do it again." Jessica made the walk home quicker than she made the walk there. It wasn't exactly hard to spot Jessica and River amongst the milieu of Tokyo. They didn't spot the police on the way home and Jessica was grateful for that. She wondered if any of the GM's would post bail. Maybe her 'friend' Kelly would. Whatever. It wasn't important.

The trip home was uneventful and Jessica immediately shed her shirt. "Come on. One more. At least." River had already gotten hers and Jessica was trying to get a little dignity back. And it looked like River's bag of toys was still there. Which could lead to all sorts of possibilities.

Sex. A strip club. Drinks. A little wanton violence. All in all, River Styx had experienced far more boring nights, so she couldn't honestly complain.

When the smoke cleared and the dust settled, they were back at the apartment with Jessica's insatiable lust still in full swing. Her poor bed looked like it only had a couple of fucks left in it, adn Styx was more than happy to put that to the test. But first...

"Hey." She started to unbuckle her belt and slide it off, though she had a little trouble with the loops. "Just wanted to say..." Deep. Breath. "...thanks. For, you know...this, I guess. Most people don't accept me for who I am. You do. That's nice." She shrugged and went back to sliding her pants off, shooting a quick glare Jessica's way as she did. "And if you ever tell anyone what I said, I'll rip your head off."

Jessica was happy. Tokyo was a lonely place for an Iowa girl. And now she had a friend. Well maybe she had a friend for quite a while. "No worries. You're always a good time and I like your violence. We all need somebody to lean on, huh?" The Violent Violet wrapped her arms around River. Then Jessica grimaced. God that was cheesy. And it wasn't the tough mean Jessica that was back in action. River threatened her with the same violence Jessica threatened her with. So it looked like they were getting closer to and closer to equal.

"Don't worry sweetie, everything we do is between us and the devil." Jessica tore off the rest of her clothes as she made her way to her bedside stand. She pulled out her favorite strap-on. It was eight inches and purple and studded and made more than a handful of girls scream. Jessica pulled it on and patted it.

"I was curious as to just how accepting you are though..." Jessica bit her lip and looked at River with her best bedroom eyes.

Styx tensed up when Jessica brought her arms around her for the hug. A hug. A normal hug. Not a bearhug. Just a regular, everyday, hug. Styx was fairly sure that someone at somepoint in her life had given her a hug before, but for the life of her she couldn't remember who or when or why. Making things weirder was the way she had to stop herself from busting Jessica in the face. It was like her body was so used to fucking and fighting that it didn't know how to recognize physical contact that didn't fit well into either category, so she just defaulted to violence.

She eased up after a moment, though, helped along by the sight of a strap-on that looked so weird it should've been given a formal name. Dildos were good for defusing tension.

Styx flung her shirt back over the same spot on the television from last time, and plopped down flat on the bed, shyming out of her pants soon thereafter. She looked over her shoulder and ran her tongue over her lips, smiliding wide and pretty. "Very accepting."