Old Pros (for Tatyina)

Kirin moaned into the kiss, more than used to oggling during her intimacy from the ring as she ran her hand up Junko's thighs, massaging her ass with a strong hands that took a whole cheek in her palm at a time. Her tongue explored her part-time lover, her other hand getting behind her back to hold her neck up comfortably. She closed her eyes slowly as she melted into the kiss, massaging her hand over her back encouragingly. It was... majestic. They were all that mattered right then...



She opened her eyes just before the object swung in. Kirin's eyes flashed open and she spun to one side, breaking the kiss and swinging her bulky body in between it and Junko. There was a crash and a tinkling as glass broke around her feet, her hulking frame shielding her smaller friend. She winched terribly tight for a moment before she looked up at her assailant.

It was the teen she'd bumped aside with her butt earlier. And the more recent one. And other girls she didn't seem to recognize, wondering if they were just her friends or otherwise offended partygoers. The girl stared daggers at her, looking at the remains of the shattered bottle. People largely moved back, though one boy her age reached for the lead girl's arm. The one that had thrown the beer bottle, judging by the smell that came off of Kirin's hair. She didn't seem to acknowledge the trickle of blood down her forehead as she looked back in ominous calm at the girl.

Her boyfriend reached for her arm, but she shoved him off. "Get the fuck out!" she snapped in a miniature tantrum. "Push me around, get your gross old kinks out in front of everyone, then DARE to get my man into it!?"
Kirin's eyes barely darted over the boy. "I don't control what your boyfriend likes," she said calmly, her voice so cold and level that it steamed.

"Fuck off!" the girl snapped. "You either get out, or you deal with me!"
"Yea, me," Kirin thought grimly. "As in 'me and my six friends.' Brave girl." She kept herself between Junko and the riled teens, seeming pensive on what to do next in the face of the open threat and tense for action at a moment's notice.

Junko was in a swirling daze of ecstacy as Kirin kissed her deeply and touched her in such a wonderous manner. Suddenly, however, she was just in a daze Thrown for a loop she stumbled forward, hardly aware of the asituation. She felt herself being shileded by Kirin and blinked desperately. She pressed up against the larger girls back and looked around, hearing voices and even hearing the low tone of uher usually jolly friend.

She smiled and reached into her purse and pulled out her fan. She then turned and stepped to the side of Kirin and assessed the situation, seeing the girls lined up in a semi circle infront of them, with their respective boyfriends, threeof them, standing behind them giving them silent encouragement as the scene unfolded. "You know." She said as she brought the closed fan up and tapped it against her lips. "It's pretty sad that your boy friend is so disinterested in you that a pair of old gals like us can manage to get his attention without even trying. She flipped the fan open coyly and glanced at Kirin. "Fufufu." She said, drawing the girl's attention away from Kirin and forcing her to snarl at Junko.

"Say that to my face without your fat fuck friend and see if you still have that smirk!" Junko stepped forward in front of Kirin, her fan still covering her mouth. She closed it but kept it near her lips. "I saaaaaaaaaid.... IT'S A SHAME THAT TWO WRINKLY OLD GEEZERS ARE MORE APPEALING TO YOUR BOYFREIND THAN SOME CHEAP SLUT WHO PROBABLY HAS TO PROMISE GUYS BLOWJOBS TO GET THEM TO PAY ATTENTION TO HER!" She instantly opened her fan as the girl rushed at her in a blind fury. Junko's audible giggle was slightly muffled by the fan as she gracefully slid backwards, knwing Kirin would understand exactly what she had just done. Junko herself crouched low to the ground to try and avoid what may be coming.

Kirin hissed briefly in worry, but she saw the fan and relaxed just slightly. That Fucking Fan was a sign of her scheming...

The setup was clear for the old pro, and she would have preferred to let her smack into her belly or clothesline her, but with their current setup, she simply lashed out her hand to palm the girl's pretty face.

She froze as she was halted by the stiff arm. Kirin scowling on its other end. She and the other girls seemed to lock up, Kirin stepping forward at a casual pace that urged her back easily. She wasn't squeezing the girl's head, or even raking her nails like she could, but it was a powerful move all the same. It said a lot with applying very little pressure. She barely squeezed, menacing her with the promise brute force that could probably pop her nose out of place with a quick flick of the wrist.

"Apologize." she said in her grim tone. She ignored the blood as it flowed a bit more freely over her scowl, reaching her furrowed eyebrows.
"I'm sorry," the girl squeaked.
"Louder!" she barked.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she squealed louder, flailing her hands frantically but not even at Kirin, just out of sheer panic.
Kirin let her upper fingers take a small amount of hair, adding more intimidation to it.
"And to her."
"Sorry!" she said quickly, her eyes tearing away from her assailant to Junko before whipping back.
"Thank you," Kirin said, a flicker of her old warmth back in place. "And if we see you again..." she added, letting it hang and shoving her by the face backward into one of her friends. It was harmelss, but strong enough for both girls to tumble to the ground. Kirin looked at the rest challengingly, folding her arms side by side with Junko. "Anyone else?" she asked stonily.

Junko watched with the fan covering her mouth the entire time as Kirin layed into the girl. When the other girl was forced to apologize to Junko, the older woman, curtsied and then took her fan and folded it and bopped her gently on the head, grinning like a fool.

The rest of the girls watched the seen in amazed horror and when Kirin chellenged them, they all backed away, urged by their boyfriends to leave and not end up like their 'leader'. They all slipped into the crowd.


Junko looked at Kirin and smiled. "Rosie-chaaan, you saved meee~<3" She exclaimed overdramatically. "But you have a booboo!" She gasped. "Let mama kiss it and make it better!" She said and hopped up and wiped the blood from Kirin's face and kissed the wound, though it didn't stop a new trickle from forming.

"Ahhh, let's go to the bathroom and freshen up, then we can go to the bar and freshen up again." She said grinning. Suddenly from the crowd appeared the bouncer from earlier. She looked at Junko with a gleam in his eye. "So you were right about her!" He said as he looked at Kirin with a wide grin.

Junko lifted up her fanand unfolded it. "No time for round two Rosie-chaaan!" She said as seh tugged at the bigger girl's arms, urging her to flee fromt he scene even as a long string of giggles erupted from the milf.

Kirin smiled proudly when the dispersed, wiping the blood from her eyes before Junko fussed over her. She giggled while other people moved back towards them to see that they were alright (somehow, no one seemed to care about the others girls).

"It's a small cut," she insisted to Junko. "It's nothing," she said, though winced for a second when she kissed it. She looked in confusion between the two, but assumed Junko was just using That Fucking Fan again and scheming once more. She was towed into the bathroom, where she brushed some smaller bits of glass from her hair and was thankful her thick locks kept it from getting in the wound. She put a wet paper towel to it, trying awkwardly to look up at it through her head for a bit before turning back to Junko.

She was all smiles. "I am SO glad we came out tonight," she giggled brightly. "I haven't done that since that time right before the American tour! Remember that prick who kept trying to grab my ass!" she laughed. "I had to debut in America with a black eye! That was so much fucking fun!" she hooted, swearing for maybe the first time in years as well.

Junko was one big grinn as she doted on Kirin like a mother, taking extra care, with her tongue pushed out of her mouth as she insisted on treating Kirin's wounds. So used to the manager position that it was only natural for her to subconsciously go into that mode.

"You're always just brishing injuries off, Rosie." She said shaking her head. "if it's just a small cut then you can take the time to get it fixed right so it stays a small cut." She said as she dabbed it. She took a little bit of salve and ran it over the wound as though Kirin was a boxer going back in for another round. "And to think, I have been carrying this stuff around since the good ol days. Haven't had a use for it since my twins stopped scraping their knees but i never thought I would have to break it out to fix you up again." She pinched Kirin's cheeks and gave her a kiss on the lips.

"This was such a great time for me Rosie-chaaan." She said grinning. "And I do remember that!" She exclaimed. I almost tore my hair out trying to figure out a way to cover it up. I think by the time I finally just said screw it and let you walk out with the shiner, i had you in so much make up you looked like a Picasso painting. But it was the best thing we ever did. No one wanted a piece of you once I started spreading the rumor about what happened to 'the other guy'. Never thougth a Black eye could help in a match."

She then smirked. "Rosie-chaaaan~<3" She said looking at Kirin. "I'm ready for the nightcap." She whispered in a sultry tone.

Kirin laughed a bit as she was checked up on. "Yes, the 'good' ol days. When I regularly needed medical attention." The fight mixed with the alcohol and had her rather giddy now. "And the yanks didn't notice. I think they expect us Japanese wrestlers to wear makeup like the olden days..."

She quietly kissed her back and smiled, then raised her eyebrows at her. "Um... it's been a while since I've heard that, but..." She jerked her thumb at the door. "You mean... bed. Yes?" She grinned a little. "Because that does sound... agreeable."

"Fufu..." Junko said in a half laugh at her statement about Americans and about Kirin's questioning of her intentions. "Yes...." She cooed. "I need to show my Rosie-chaaaan the time of her life!" She then took a few steps away and led herslef towards the door of the club, her wiggling hips enticing Kirin to follow.

Kirin outright licked her lips as her alluring old pal strutted off. "Mmm, if Diao-chan can live through it. You keep teasin' and I'm gonna eat you alive."

She let out a growl and followed her, grabbing her in a playful hug from behind and kissing her cheek noisily as they headed out of the club. "Mama ain't sleeping alone tonight, Diao-chaaaan!" she sang in a mimicking tone. "Busy mommy needs a good strong backrub and then a nice, looong front-rub..."

"mmmmm." Junko said as she nuzzled into Kirin's back when she was hugged. "I'll be sure and touch and rub every inch of that delicious body of yours Rosie-chan." She said. During the walk hom, Junko practically nuzzled herself into Kirin, always hugging or being hugged by or touching the bigger milf in some way. When She got to her home, she burst into it and inhaled deeply. She kicked off her shoes and twirled around, falling into Kirin's arms.

Junko's house was a rather unsual one. The front room contained everything and was basically one giant room. Each wall contained a different feature. One wall had a dining room type set up, the other had a kitchen. The third had a hallway and a tv and couch by it and the fourth had a near regulation sized ring, complete with a small excercize set.

Even though it was an apartment, it had been made to fill a family of four. It had only two bedrooms, but each bedroom had its own bathroom. other thanthose two rooms and a linen closet, it had only one large community room. It had been made for a group hom for university students but had been changed at the last minute to residential. Back when Junko was still working, she had brougth clients over and personally serviced their needs, most being wrestlers, it was convenient to have a ring right in the middle of her home. That way she could take care of her kids and still woo perspective clients. All in all, it was odd but rather sensible, much like Junko herself. As she leaned into Kirin she grinned.

"So, Rosie-chaaan... where do you want to do it? On the bed or in the ring? I'm sure either one would feel liek hime, right? fufufu."