Special Delivery (For Acuya)

Asami Asagiri stepped out of the elevator in the Four Seasons hotel. Walking by a mirror, she checked her appearance. Clad in black and white maid-like outfit, her dark hair concealed by a blonde wig. She also called a large insulated box complete with a box of pizza inside. The outfit was patterned after the grab of a cosplay restaurant nearby, although she was wearing her ninja themed wrestling outfit underneath it. Asami also made sure outfit's strings were loosely tied enough to where a few tugs could send it to the floor.

Considering that she was to be part of a birthday surprise for Mariah, the spouse of her recent opponent Bianca Wilde, better known as Bubbles Burste, it seemed prudent.

Stopping in front of the door of their room, Asami raised her hand and knocked smartly on the door.

"Tawagami Cafe!" she called cheerily.

Today was Mariah’s birthday, but you wouldn’t know it to look at her. She was on her bed, wearing nothing but a white-tank top and black workout shorts, doing her taxes. Not exactly the recipe for a rowdy celebration, and truth told, she sort of liked it that way.

She’d celebrated birthdays enough when she was younger, but the more they happened, the less she found herself caring. Another year. So what? It wasn’t like anything changed of any real significance. Why was being one year older any more important than being a day older, or a week, or a month? It just felt silly.

So, last year, she’d managed to convince her effervescent wife to have more a low key celebration. It was fine. There was cake. A present. Copious amounts of sex, slightly more than usual. A simple, straightforward affair, just how she liked it.

This year, though? It felt like Bubbles had actually forgotten it. She hadn’t mentioned her birthday, not once. Hadn’t talked about any surprises, not that they knew enough people in Tokyo to get a good ambush party going. A small, petty part of her wanted to get made, but a more rational, logical part of her wanted to write it offer to her own deemphasizing of the importance. She’d made it such a small thing that Bubbles just forgot about it. Felt fair.

So, she’d resigned herself to a fairly boring night of doing taxes. And possibly sex. Slightly angry possibly sex. With a whip. And paddle.

Then came the door. A knock. Silence. ”Bubbles, can you get that?” Still silence. ”Bubbles?” More silence. Was she in the bathroom? ”Okay, okay.”

With a sigh, she rolled out of the bed and made her way across the hotel room, her feet padding across the floor. She reached the door and opened it to find...not room service, that was clear. It was a woman. A blond woman, in a maid outfit, with what looked like a pizza. Needless to say, she was confused. ”I’m sorry?”

*Wow, that's Bubbles' wife? She's.....very well preserved. And beautiful, even in 'lazy night in' clothes.*

Proceeding with the plan, she gave a bright sunny smile, unlike the impish grins and smirks she usually preferred.

"Hello mistress! I'm Nagisa, from the Tawagami Cosplay Cafe!" she said. "Are you Mariah Burste? I was sent here at the request of a Bianca Burste, to take care of her on her special night..."

...Bubbles. Of course.

There was a moment of surreal confusion as Mariah figured out what was going on here. When it all clicked, things made sense - somewhat. An odd choice, but maybe she was just trying to be spontaneous and cute. Time for a little talk.

”Bubbles!”

Asami smiled as Mariah called for Bubbles. It seemed her maid girl disguise was holding up, at least for the moment. Even if she felt a little strange playing the demure servant girl type.

Then again, maybe this was part of the fun. Giving a mental shrug, the Japanese woman continued playing the role.

"Is something wrong, mistress? Is the food not to your liking?"

Mariah waited a moment, then another, getting no response from her wife. The hotel room was big, but it wasn’t that big. There was literally no way that Bubbles couldn’t hear her, unless she had her head buried in a pillow. Underwater. With ear muffs.

She sighed as the - admittedly quite attractive - girl spoke up again, turning back to the poor thing. ”Gah, don’t call me that.” Her shoulders sank, but she stepped aside and opened the door to their ‘guest’.

”You might as well come in. What food do you have, anyway?” She took a few sniffs. Smelled like pizza. Good pizza. No sense in letting that go to waste, regardless of what happened.

Stepping into the hotel room, Asami allowed herself a small triumphant smile. Phase one, complete.

"Pizza. Madam Bianca ordered one of the cafe's specialty pies." she answered. Man, it felt weird to call Bubbles Bianca. Also, all this madam and mistress stuff ran against the high spirited Asian's grain of character.

"Perhaps she should be summoned, to make sure everything is as she requested?" she suggested, trying to get Mariah to go looking for her spouse.

If she got the opportunity, Asami would take off the blonde wig tossing it aside while Mariah set off to find Bubbles. She would then put the pizza on a nearby table before undoing the knots that held the maid outfit onto her, revealing her wrestling outfit beneath it. She would toss the maid clothes near the wig, performing one of the quickest costume changes she had ever done!

Mariah closed the door behind Nagisa, but didn’t bother to lock it - chances were, she wouldn’t be staying for long. Almost a pity, too. While she hadn’t asked for this, she had to give the pizza company credit for their taste in personnel. The little maid was quite the beauty.

”One second.” Mariah nodded at her suggestion and stepped off around the hotel, making her way through the rooms until she heard the sound of heavy water coming from the shower. It seemed like her wife had chosen a most opportune time to get clean, adding to the clear conclusion that she’d planned this all out.

With a sigh, Mariah spun on her heel and headed back the way she came, figuring it would be best to just deal with this when Bubbles came out. They’d eat the pizza, talk, have a good fuck, and end the night. Simple.

Or it would’ve been, except that she had a weird little surprise when she came back. Nagisa had switched outfits when she returned, going from a meek maid into what Mariah could only describe as a some sort of ninja getup, ditching her blonde hair for the natural black underneath. Needless to say, she was somewhat confused. ”Excuse me?”

Asami smiled taking a few steps towards the other, older woman.

"Well, if pizza isn't to your liking, perhaps there's a pair of....melons you'd like hm?" she said in her usual impish tone, calling attention to her impressive bust.

"After all, Mariah Burste, you're the birthday girl." the Asian continued. "And, at the request of your darling wife, I, Asami Asagiri, am your ready and willing birthday present."

She gave Mariah a wink and a grin.

No matter how long Mariah lived, no matter what happened to her in wrestling career from this point onwards, she was relatively certain she could say this would still be one of the weirdest moments in her life.

The woman before her could only be described as a ninja. A busty, sexy, cute ninja, but a ninja all the same, which brought up some interesting stereotypes. There was a moment where she just stopped and stared, but the pieces quickly fell in to place, and Mariah was faced with one of two choices: she could either make this woman leave or have her stay. This hot, willing, sexy woman that her wife had found, just for her.

Well. Waste not, want not.

Mariah took a moment to rub her chin, before she stepped forward and reached out to run a hand over Asami’s chest. She said nothing for the moment, merely took the time to slide her fingers over the breasts, slipping under the material, feeling the nipple underneath, giving them soft squeezes and gentle pinches. Inspecting the goods, in a way.