Of Like Minds

Anesthesia took her seat and settled into the plush leather, regarding Nadya with cool, analytical eyes. She could tell right away the woman’s prison time hadn’t ruined her physique, at least. So many individuals tended to rot in such a sedentary life, but she’d remained quite attractive in her time. Not that it would have been a deal-breaker, either way, but it was nice to see.

Stubborn, though. That would make this difficult, moreso than she had expected, but not impossible. ”Helen,” Her understudy perked up at the mention of her name, like a dog to his master’s call. ”Tea, if you would please. I’ve a thirst.”

Helen eagerly went about the task, as Anesthesia focused back towards Nadya. She steepled her fingers, leaned back, then began to explain.

”I’m a wrestler, Nadya, but I’m also a scientist. A human biologist, to be specific. To be even more specific, I have a strong preference for the female body, in a way that my collegues might find distasteful, and I’m not as free to experiment in the open as I might like.” She canted her head to the side, considered insisting that Nadya sat down, but decided against it. The woman was on edge already, no need to worse the problem.

Anesthesia straightened up and brushed a few unruly hairs from her face. ”The AFW is special, however. They league enjoys a loose application of the law, which serves my purposes. I can use its loopholes to collect women, bring them under my thumb, manipulate them to my purposes, take apart their minds to see what make them tick. To break them, if need be. For pleasure, of course. For curiosity. For science.”

Her gaze shifted to the side as Helen returned and dutifully sat a cup of tea on the side of her desk, never making eye contact. A good habit that had taken a while for her to master, but she seemed to have it down, now. ”To that end, I need allies, however. Allies who can wrestle, or at least fight. More importantly, allies who aren’t hindered by compunction, who can act without such petty things as regret and remorse.” She took a quick sip from her tea and keep her eyes on Nadya the entire time, keen to read her reactions. ”I was under the impression that you might be such a person. Was I incorrect?”

Nadya did not like Anesthesia. She didn't like the way she carried herself. She didn't like her personality—that cold, calculating "doctor" type. Most of all, at the moment, Nadya simply didn't like the way Anesthesia talked. "Do you maybe think using all those big vords vill confuse the big, stupid Russian jailbird, hmm? Make it so I vill only hear the parts about raping girls and having no conscience?" Nadya scoffed, keeping her arms crossed over her chest, though she wouldn't move any further from her host. She kept her eyes trained on Anesthesia, still standing a ways away from the seated woman.

"I know I'm a fucking rat. I have known it my whole life, and you can dress it up in very pretty vords and phrases, and it doesn't change a thing. You may not know this, but rats do not give a fuck about science. Vhen ve get involved vith it...it usually does not turn out very vell for the rat."

The Russian woman paid very little attention to Helen, as the woman who was essentially a housebroken maid left for tea. She came back a few minutes later, though Nadya wouldn't notice for another minute or two still. The so-called doctor went on about her love for the female body, her desire to experiment on it, and tried to bait Nadya with a leading question implying the Russian criminal was soft or weak. Nadya scoffed and rolled her eyes, pure scorn in the crooked smile she gave the brunette.

"How about I tell you who I am, and then ve can either talk more or you can call me a taxi and I'll leave and never come back?" Nadya would ask, stepping toward the desk, putting one hand down on it, leaning in a little closer, her red eyes scouring the bitch in front of her. "I don't care about you, your so-called science, or anything or anyone else. I care about myself and my own pleasure. That is all I've ever cared about, and all I ever vill. I don't take vell to being manipulated. I don't like vomen who play games, saying everything but vhat she actually vants to say," she explained.

"Oh, and if you think I vas, vhat, faking my career as a nurse just to fuck bitches? Dead wrong. I am a fucking excellent nurse, bitch, and I take that seriously." She reached forward and grabbed Anesthesia's chin, squishing the woman's cheeks in and pulling her face upward a little. She was playing a very dangerous game, but it was fun, and what was the risk? Death? Who cared? "I had my fun and I vould say the bitches I fucked had fun, too. I never caused them any extra harm that vas not easily healed. So if you think I'll run around cutting vomen open for you, call that taxi right now."

This was a surprise, Anesthesia had to admit. When she had dug into Nadya, the picture that was painted gave her the impression of a simpler woman than the one before her, one who would be more amiable to certain ideas. So far, the woman was proven to be more complicated than a simple thug, with a few layers that needed peeling back. She wasn’t sure if that was a positive or a negative, but she did know there was only one way to be truly sure, either way.

”I never said you lacked a conscience, dear. I said you lacked compunction. There’s a difference.” She canted her head to the side as Nadya approach, seeing the twisted smile on her face as she neared. The sun was going down outside, bathing the room in a pale, red hue that seemed to serve a warning light.

She sat and listened, keen with interest as Nadya spoke...until the woman put her hands on her. That she was only willing to put with for so long, and her tolerance for it ended the moment Nadya finished talking.

Anesthesia wrapped a hand around Nadya’s wrist and pulled her hand away, using generous force to do so, showing the strength she preferred to keep hidden. She stood as she did, showing the two of them to be similar in height, size, and build. In physical terms, they were evenly matched.

”I’m not asking you to cut anyone up. That’s not even what I really do - you passed a patient of mine in the hallway, the tall, black woman. Did she seem like a cadaver to you?” Anesthesia tossed Nadya’s arm away and folded her arms, puffing out her chest through the thin fabric of her robe.

”You say you’re an excellent nurse? I can put you in that position, again. With the right calls and a slight name change, I could have you in Friction's medical staff, with none the wiser.” Anesthesia started to stroll around her desk, with Helen hurrying to step back and get out of the way, lest she become an obstacle. ”I’m not asking you to do anything you haven’t done before. I’ll even make it easier for you to do it. The only thing I want is for you, occasionally, to do it at my behest.”

Nadya would listen to what Anesthesia was saying, which was a pretty big concession from the Russian ex-convict. She didn't like Anesthesia, and she might have just left right then, though the doctor could have tried, and probably succeeded in, stopping her. The Russian was curious, though, about what this woman was ultimately going to do when she fully realized that Nadya wasn't some mindless thug whom she could just order around to do her bidding. Would she just have Nadya killed? There wouldn't be anyone to miss her. Would she try to hold her hostage and try to brainwash her?

Would she just try to start a fight?

Anesthesia wrenched Nadya's hand away from her face, then stood up again, making it clear that the two of them were even in height, in size, in build. Nadya had actually been working out more while she was in prison compared to before—she was the strongest she had ever been right now, and from her years as a nurse she knew just how to hurt a woman to make it count. Was Anesthesia as strong as her? Almost definitely not, Nadya thought, looking the pathetic, conniving little bitch over. Nadya smirked as she crossed her arms over her chest again, puffing it out, the two of them mirroring each other in terms of body language. Nadya sidled around the desk to meet Anesthesia halfway from her seat, staring daggers at the presumptuous cunt.

"You play so many games vith language. Fuck around vith semantics like using a different vord means I don't understand your meaning. And that's 'not even vhat you really do.' I think ve both know vhat that means. And I don't like vomen who lie to me." Nadya stepped closer to Anesthesia, their arms brushing against each other. She brought one foot down over one of Anesthesia's, not stomping it or hurting it, but just taking pride of place atop its counterpart, asserting dominance, daring the woman to make something of it.

"You think they vouldn't recognize me at AFW? You're very funny." She did smile, but she wasn't really laughing. "You didn't have any idea who you called vhen you called me. You thought I vould be a good little bitch like that thing over there..." She waved her hand in the general direction of Anesthesia's attendant "nurse." "...and it turns out I have a spine. So change your tune and let's see if I vill listen to it then. And remember...I don't like being lied to."

Nadya was actually starting to have fun. Ruffling this conceited bitch's feathers was turning out to be great entertainment. If she did die here, she wouldn't have any regrets. It was worth it just to see the look on Anesthesia's cunty face when someone spoke back to her.

The two of them met each other in the middle, and from there, something primal happened. Anesthesia liked to think that humans weren’t nearly as far removed from the rest of the animal kingdom as they liked to believe, and this was proof of that in her eyes. Two dangerous beasts on the field, sizing each other, pressing against each other, butting horns to establish dominance. It actually put a few ideas in her head for later times. Things to pursue.

For now, though, she had to consider whether she found this amusing or irritating. They came, touching arms, ruffling the dark satin of Anesthesia’s robe, and her patience was tested when the woman placed a brought her foot down on her bare instep.

Bold. Confident. Fearless. Traits that Anesthesia could admire, even value...to a point.

Helen took a step forward at Nadya’s words, bristling at the comment, and she even opened her mouth to retort, but Anesthesia staved that with a wave of the hand. Her gaze matched Nadya, their expressions a cruel mirror of each other, neither of them wanting to give an inch. ”They won’t. That’s the thing about Friction - it’s roster is a revolving door. The women who might recognize you are gone, and new talent’s taken their place.”

Her soft veneer began to fade and the edges around her face began to show, eyes narrowing as she leaned forward and pressed against Nadya. ”And you’re half right. I’ve never met you before, so I only knew of you what I’ve read. But if you think I’m looking for a weak-willed underling, you’re mistaken. I have enough of those.”

Anesthesia tilted her head forward, moving into Nadya’s personal space, bringing their faces close. Without context, one might’ve thought she was going for a kiss. ”So what do you want, then? You clearly have a lot of fire. What are you going to do with it?”

Nadya paid Helen absolutely no attention as the woman tried to respond to her comment. At this point, Nadya only vaguely remembered Helen's name, somewhere in the depths of her brain. All she knew was that she was the stupid, lumbering little crony of the agitated bitch in front of her, and that she existed somewhere in this universe outside of her field of vision, which right now was focused in rather narrowly on Anesthesia. Regardless of how hairy things got, Nadya needed to focus on Anesthesia. Whether they were striking a business deal or fighting to the death, the boss deserved all her attention, because her underling could do nothing without her say-so.

Nadya found Anesthesia's expression twisting into a ghost of her own, the "doctor" smirking back at her, adding an extra flavor of annoyance to the Russian's expression, morphing into a scornful sneer as she felt Anesthesia inching forward, trying to invade her personal space. Dominance games. Nadya leaned in, took a step forward with her back foot, let her nose and forehead shove into Anesthesia's, not staying there, but trying to force the woman back, constantly on the move, shoving and pressing, then rolling to the side, trying to make Anesthesia flinch. Nadya was going to make sure the other woman blinked first. Nadya didn't back down.

"You vant to know vhat I vant? So do I," Nadya would say, rolling her eyes at her hostess's question. "I can tell you vhat I vant right now, in this moment, in the next few minutes. Beyond that? I don't think about that. Any second something could happen, and I vould be gone, and all my vants and dreams are just dust in the vind." She laughed, and brought a hand up to poke Anesthesia's nose, taunting her, daring her to make something of that contact, while she kept her foot where it was: standing on its counterpart.

"I think you are very optimistic about my chances of becoming a Friction nurse. I think you are very optimistic that I am still all about raping and hurting vomen. I think you vill not be able to keep an operation like this going much longer if you are so easily svayed to optimism."

This was tense. Definitely one of the tenser situations that Anesthesia had in, with a life that was rife with them. She prided herself on being able to read her foes and friends alike, zeroing in on their needs and putting them into a place where she could fulfill them, but Nadya was a different sort of beast. One that would require a special touch, and not the sort of touch that occurred when her nose was tweaked in a clear attempt to goad her. Anesthesia’s face began to harden, as more serious thoughts took hold, figuring a way to proceed with this one.

As she was pondering this, though, she had to have a genuine laugh at the Russian’s words, one that put a slight dent through the thick veneer they were building. It wasn’t a loud one, she kept it quiet and subdued, but she could hardly resist.

”An optimist?” The word almost brought about another laugh on its lonesome. ”I’ve been called many things, but that...that’s new. Hm.” She brought her finger to Nadya’s cheek and let it trail down the side, lightly scratching her as it she let it roam freely around her face. Nadya really was quite a ravishing beauty in her own right. Such definition. Such poise. Such fire in those eyes.

”I’d say you’re mistaking optimism for confidence. But if you’re not convinced, there’s no real way I can sway your mind, is there?” Anesthesia brought her finger to Nadya’s chin and started letting it trail downwards, moving along her neck. ”Before we part ways, though, perhaps we can do something about all this aggression you’re harboring? Find a way for both of us to leave satisfied.”

Anesthesia actually started laughing, and Nadya smirked, amused by the sight of the bitch's ugly, hard-as-stone face giving birth to a half-dozen jovial wrinkles as the corners of her mouth turned upward. This wasn't exactly the sort of situation one would try to "keep light" with jokes, but clearly the stress was getting to the phony doctor, who was still trying to piece together what she thought she had known about Nadya with the true facts which were presented to her in the flesh.

The ultimate point, of course, was that Anesthesia was a fucking crazy woman and had no clue what she was doing. Nadya's brain just kept spinning new turns of phrase and ways to describe that same pathetic situation.

The doctor's finger found its way to Nadya's cheek, scratching at it, playing around on her face, the same way Nadya's finger was still pressing into Anesthesia's nose. The Russian huffed and moved her finger to the side, pressing that nose down, then releasing the pressure on it as she traced her hostess's lips with her finger. Both women moved their fingers all around, prodding at the other, gestures of simple annoyance which held deeper meaning. Nadya's eyes locked onto Anesthesia's as her finger, like her hostess's, slipped past the woman's chin and began descending, sliding along her neck, then surmounting the collar bone...

She snorted contemptuously, grinning and rolling her eyes as Anesthesia suggested that Nadya was harboring aggression, and that she might let it out in a way which satisfied them. "Sure, if you are the kind of voman who likes to be beaten to a pulp and fucked doggy-style, then I think ve vill find something to do about it," she suggested, as her finger found Anesthesia's cleavage, wiggling between her two ample tits.

Anesthesia could admit that this was one of the strangest conversations she had ever been a part of. Considering the company she often kept - cowgirls, pop idols, rock stars and everything in between - this was no small statement, either.

She was having a hard time deciding whether she loved or loathed Nadya. She could definitely respect this energy, this fire, the unflappable force within her, but those qualities would only serve her so far before they became a hindrance. What was more, the woman seemed to delight in being as irritating a conceivably possible.

Could she be an ally in any form? That question was up in the air. Either way, however, Anesthesia could milk some entertainment from the night.

She made no motion to move Nadya’s finger from her breasts - she quite liked that finger where it was, to be honest, and if Nadya kept exploring, would see that Anesthesia wasn’t wearing anything underneath to stop her sojourn.

Anesthesia’s smile did increase ever-so-subtly at Nadya’s threatening portent. ”Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” She tapped her chin. Her own chin, this time. ”How about a friendly little competition, then. Two out of three verbal submissions. If you win once, you can have your way for five minutes. Twice, and you get whatever you want, as long as you want.”

Her eyebrow quirked as she started to consider some of the salacious possibilities, but Anesthesia was able to keep her mind from wandering too far. Thankfully. ”Interested?”

Nadya could see it in Anesthesia's eyes. Confusion. Uncertainty. Concern. Worry. All of it was very delicious, and Nadya could almost feel those emotions sloughing off of the woman in waves and washing over her. Oh, the "doctor" so very much wanted to be in control...she wanted to be the eloquent, calculating, far-seeing puppet master she must have seen on television so many hundreds of times. But that wasn't her. Nadya had been positively chipper, by her standards, and the woman was breaking down.

And now, thanks to that breakdown, Nadya's mood was getting even better. If she had been chipper before, then the present satisfaction she was feeling now that she had pierced her host's psyche had to be nothing short of orgasmic. And maybe she could turn that figurative delight into something literal, seeing as how this Anesthesia seemed to be more than willing to give up her body to be Nadya's fuck toy for the night. She could try to hide it behind whatever sort of stupid wrestling challenge she wanted, but challenging Nadya to a fight right now was obviously not one of the brightest ideas this "doctor" had ever come up with.

Nadya sighed and wiggled her finger deeper into Anesthesia's cleavage, noting the lack of clothing underneath that robe. Nice. Easy. Her whole hand was almost buried between those tits, now, as she pinched at the woman's left orb with her thumb and forefinger. "I vould much rather just fuck you like a little slut right now. But if you vere thinking of putting up a fight, I guess can beat you senseless first." She shrugged with one arm, tossing her head up and staring down her nose at Anesthesia. It gave something of the impression of a height advantage, even though there clearly was none, on either side.

"Now I am not a wrestler, so you vill vant to explain as clearly as possible vhat you vant. If you leave it up to my imagination...you may not like vhat vill happen," Nadya would warn, with a sinister smirk scrunching up her face. "Forget your 'vin once' bullshit. Whoever vins twice vins everything. No consolation prize. And if ve are going to do it, it vill be nude. No protection. Now...do you really vant to get the shit beaten out of you? I don't just slap and giggle like most of your favorite little bitches do."

She paused, glancing from Anesthesia back over her shoulder, then forward again...with a little grimace on her face. She rolled her eyes and rubbed at her temple with her free hand. The mind-numbing idiocy of this whole little song and dance hit her like a dump truck. She had almost let herself get totally drawn in. "God, this is stupid. If you vere thinking of killing me later, vhy don't you just cut me open now and save me the bullshit? You really think you vill try to fight me?"