First Date- Karaoke

Alexis Mallory, aka Anne Archy, was savagely throwing clothes across her room as she whipped them out of her closet and dresser alike. Nothing seemed quite right for the situation. Too formal. Too slutty. Too casual. Too prudish. Too cute. To hard. Too girly. Too tom-boyish. She was standing naked amidst a sea of discarded clothes, covered only by her still damp hair which hung loose and uncombed around her shoulders. Like a feral beast she threw a jacket upon the ground with a growl of frustration. Why was this so difficult? She had gone out a hundred times before and picking an outfit had never been nearly this difficult. What was so different now? As soon as she asked herself that question she grew still and quiet, blushing as the answer washed over her again.

A few feet away Lamya reclined upon her friend's bed dressed in only an oversized tee shirt and panties, which showed as she kept her knees raised slightly. Raising herself up on her elbows she lofted a dark brow at her irate friend. "I suggest you go with the Slutty-Rocker-Girl look. It just seems so... you." The advice was given without either scorn or irony, but an honest assessment.

Turning to face the kawaii in her bed Alexis gave another growl of impotent rage. "I know! But she's already seen that! This is a first actual date, it's supposed to be, like, special or something! I need to do something different!" Running her fingers back through her hair she surveyed the carnage around her as if something would magically rise from the destruction like a phoenix and present itself as the perfect outfit.

Lamya simply shook her head, full of the sagacity of the inexperienced, "Well, you could start by putting on some underwear. That would be novel... Then you could try... Well, start with the underwear thing and I will be right back." Springing up from the bed Lamya dashed from the room leaving the door open wide behind her. Alexis was left blinking dumbfounded at the open door for a moment. Right. Underwear.

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Forty-five minutes later Alexis would emerge from the front door of the stable house, a modified hotel which she had dubbed "The Hotel Can-I-Bone-Ya". She wore a pair of black and red wedge heels and a black cocktail dress that flared out at her hips to swish loosely around her legs down to the knee. The dress was covered with colorful dia-de-los-muertos style skulls and red roses. Over the dress she pulled on a cropped denim jacket to fend of the cooling night. Her hair was worn down for once, still bleach blonde and straight but now with a few pink streaks and an inch of natural regrowth showing along her scalp.

Not trusting Japan's public transit system to get her anywhere on time she had coerced Druscilla to drop her off. The buxom Aussie waited outside with her lifted yellow jeep, a vehicle completely unsuited to Tokyo streets. Not making eye contact with her driver, Alexis climbed into the passenger seat and clutched her purse in her lap nervously. She felt alien with the thin layer of make-up on her pale features and the little plastic hairclips keeping her hair out of her face. She was almost certain that Yuki was going to laugh when she saw her in this get-up, but Lamya had insisted that it would be fine. She still wasn't sure why she trusted fashion advice from someone who goes out to the club in a thawb.

Blaring techno filled the void of silence for the long car trip into the city and up to the door of the karaoke joint where she was supposed to meet Yuki. Dru had offered to wait until Yuki showed, just in case, but Alexis told her that it wouldn't be necessary, thanked her with a friendly kiss on the cheek, and slipped out of the vehicle. Now she stood upon the sidewalk by the front doors and waited with each second passing like a minute.

Unlike Anne, Yuki's prep time was not as hectic. Standing near her bed, the snowflake looked down at her choice of garments for her evening. She put a pale hand to her chin, tapping away as her bright blue eyes flicked from outfit to outfit. It's not like she was in any kind of rush, considering that the karaoke place wasn't that far of a walk. Deciding to stick with the basics, she grabbed one of her favorites, a white dress with red highlights.

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She could barely suppress the feeling of excitement and nervousness while she prepared. Her relationship with Anne was not your usual romantic relationship. Hell, up until recently, Yuki thought Anne wanted to be friends with benefits, but she would not deny that she harbored feelings for the rock girl, despite her almost polar opposite personality.

When the time drew closer, Yuki made her way out of her apartment, taking care as she made her way over to the Karaoke club, when she froze in her tracks, her wide eyes glued onto Anne. She was NOT used to seeing her in this kind of getup. Making slow steps forward, Yuki gave her a smile and said, "Hey there good looking. Miss me?"

Anne did her best not to fidget neurotically while she waited for Yuki to show up, but nerves had her body humming like a live wire. Her fingers toyed with the strap of her purse, something she wasn't used to carrying, until she accidentally unclasped the strap and had to hurriedly fix it. While she was busy working the metal clip she missed her lover, dare she say 'girlfriend' approaching. At the sound of her voice Anne's eyes snapped up and even through the veneer of makeup Yuki would be able to discern a faint blush.

For a moment she stood in silence, not certain how to respond, and then cognoscente that the longer she waited the more awkward this was becoming. Clearing her throat with a little squeak she stepped in closer to her friend with some serious benefits. "Yeah... uh... You look really good tonight." Classic, Shakespeare, way to start the night on a stiff and awkward note. "You ready to hear me sign horribly off key?" Laughing tensely she'd try to recover with a little self-deprecating humor.

Yuki brushed off her attempt to degrade herself, "You'll be fine. Besides, I want to hear you use that sexy voice. I know you have it in you." Yuki whispered in her lover's ear, stealing a quick kiss before wrapping an arm around Anne, "C'mon! I've been waiting to do this with someone forever!"

Anne actually felt the burning blush in her cheeks as Yuki brought up how sexy her voice could be. She wasn't sure why she was blushing. Plenty of people had heard her cum on internationally broadcast television. Returning the kiss hurriedly she couldn't suppress the happy smile upon her lips as the girl wrapped an arm around her. Placing one hand upon Yuki's back she stroked her girlfriend's spine gently and began to walk inside.

"Have you, uh, done this karaoke thing before? Cause I think the last time I sang was at a run down Chinese restaurant back in the States." Moving inside and paying the cover they were met with a corridor lined with small rooms, each with a low stage and a handful of sofas. Some already had a few occupants, but they'd find a couple of empty ones towards the end.

Yuki giggled slightly at Anne's crimson blush. It was so funny how easily the punk girl got flustered when around Yuki. Ever since that first time where she made Yuki cum in the tension gym, Yuki has been fascinated by her girlfriend.

"I have," she answered, "My family had me taught how to sing, and my teacher said I had a talent for it. Ultimately it was not the path I wanted to walk."

Finding an empty booth, Yuki led Anne in, shutting the door behind her. She ran over to make her selection, looking for the song she sang long ago for her parents.

"This song is very important to me. It may seem sad, but it fits my voice so perfectly." she said with a smile.