Something Spicy

Thorn had just happened to wear gloves tonight, wanting to complete her look, match her persona, but she’d lucked out with them. As she pounded away into the human sandbag, they gave enough padding to protect her knuckles, really letting loose and laying into him with everything she had. It was probably excessive, and he was out before he could feel everything she had coming his way, but fuck it. She was in that kind of mood.

Loverboy was still among the living, but he wasn’t putting up much of a fight anymore, and Thorn laid off of him the moment Lyla opened her legs - not without giving him a quick stomp in the balls for her troubles, but that just customary. She ran her tongue along her teeth, making sure they were all still intact, and made her way out of the booth as Lyla hopped before her. ”Pfft, most aussie’s don’t appreciate my ‘Austrailian charms’.” She looked out at the bubbling sea of chaos before them, as security struggled to keep everything under control. “You’re kind of a rare-”

She’d been looking for their third friend, and she found him too late with her single eye. He was already coming at Lyla full blast from behind, looking to clobber her with a chair in the back. The Irish lass was tough, but that wasn’t the sort of hit her body should be taking. Thorn, on the other hand…

”Move!” She stepped in, yanked Lyla away and spun about her with a hard with, changing places. She grit her teeth hard and readied her body for the pain that was coming, but that could only do so much. The wood crashed along her back, shattering apart on impact, a strong hit that went all the way to her bones. It was a hard strike for anyone to take, even her, and Thorn was brought to her knees by it. Eyes screwed tight from the pain, she started to crawl forward as her assailant moved in from the side, following up with a stiff kick to her ribs while her cursed. ”Fucking cunt, fuckng throw me around, you fucking-”

Lyla was playfully batting her eyelashes at Thorn as she was about to say something nice. Fishing for compliments was always fun for her, especially when they came from hard women like the Australian. When she was suddenly grabbed though, it caught her off guard completely. With a girlish squeal she was shipped about, back jamming up against the edge of the booth table leaving her to see splintered wood explode out from behind the giant silhouette of Thorn. It left her mouth agape and confused until her companion dropped down and she saw her attacker.

Lyla narrowed her eyes, jaw squared as the third guy gave the Aussie a boot. She planted a hand on Thorn's shoulder, kicking off the ground to vault herself over top of the larger woman, burying her boot in the third guys stomach, pushing him back into a stumble. With all her skill and grace, there was any number of effective things she could do from this position.

All of that went out the window as she let out a scream, charging forward to shoulder check the other guy, bowling both of them over onto the ground, scattering another standing table and some chairs to the side. She flawed her fingernails into his chest through his shirt, fighting her way to straddle his waist as he shoved and punched up at her. She took a few glancing shots but one square punch to the jaw that nearly threw her off.

With a hop she threw her weight higher, slamming her knee down on his elbow to pin his punching arm. With fire in her eyes she tested back to start throwing wild sloppy haymakers down at a mostly defenseless combatant. It wasn't until his arms fell away and he fell motionless under her that she stopped, panting heavily, shoulders shaking. She drew in a sharp breath through her nose, looking down at her handiwork before tucking a bloodied fist under one arm, scowling. It wasn't his blood, despite taking a hammering from the Irish lass she had only managed to cut up her own hand on his face.

With free hand she pay down his pockets, slipping out a small item. A leather wallet. She tossed it down on his chest, picking through it. An unfolding line of condoms… she tossed that over his chest. Some assorted memberships, a bus pass, an ID, which she memorized the name on there, and some loose yen, which she took. She forced his mouth open, plugging the wallet in his mouth like an apple on a stuffed pig roast.

God, taking that chair shot sucked. Thorn didn’t think anything was broken, but she was sure something would be if she didn’t had to take anything else. She needed to walk that one off, but she knew she didn’t have the luxury. Had to get up. Had to get to her feet. Didn’t like the idea of leaving Lyla alone with this jackass, needed to get back into the fight before...she…

”Huh.”

That plain, single syllable was all she could muster as she watched Lyla fly into action, leaning on the back for support as she watched. The sexy, sweet, flirty tease had taken short vacation and swapped out with a fiery hellion, an amazon ballbuster who was utterly wrecking this guy’s shit and didn’t need the least bit of help. She could even take some good shots and keep going. Wild, vicious, determined.

It might’ve been the sexiest thing Thorn had ever seen. Granted, her head was swimming too much now to recall much, but all the same, it would have to make the Top Five, minimum.

By the time Thorn had shaken off the chair shot enough to fight, there was no longer any needed. Lyla had moved into full-on rage mode, annihilating the dipshit with a barrage of punches and leaving him an out-cold mess. Really, the two of them needed to be going - there were fights raging all about them, mini-conflicts, but security was getting a handle on it.Thorn had to do something before that, though.

”Hey,” She came up behind Lyla, crouched behind her over the downed man’s body, and reached over her shoulder to grasp her chin from behind. Leaning in, she pressed her lips against her companion’s ear and let out a low whisper, just loud enough to be heard over the commotion. ”I want you so fucking bad right now, you have idea. Ready for me?”

It was her way of saying ‘thanks’.

Lyla tensed as she felt her head being drawn back, adrenaline still firing off on all cylinders. When Thorn's words hit her ears though she relaxed, letting the woman freely manipulate her as she breathed out a sigh. The Aussie got a small chuckle out of her as she reached back to hook an arm behind the other woman's head to draw her in that much closer. She turned her head, craning a bit to smash their lips together in a forceful, sloppy kiss. She savored it in the moment along the chaos until another bottle shattered somewhere nearby. It was definitely time to go.

"Time to leg it darlin'." Abruptly she broke the kiss, keeping hold of Thorn's neck as she gave the other woman a nod. The Irish lass would wait for the giantess to stand up, using the big woman to pull her up while she clung onto her. When they had both gotten to their feet she would detach, showing a level of initiative by grasping for Thorn's hand and taking point on leading them out. She would give the other woman along, though it wasn't as if she was strong enough to do it by force, and dip them through the bar on the way to the back where there was a fire exit they could abscond through. For her part she was able to navigate around a few stray strikes of wild flailing combatants and reach the door without inviting any more damage but her path was a selfish one that primarily catered to her ability to duck and dodge and not Thorn's.

Lyla shouldered the door only to find it unmoving, grunting with confusion… she then turned the knob and it opened freely. Brow furrowed in annoyance, her mind apparently a bit sluggish from the alcohol. Pushing through she breathed in deeply from the night air, using her body to hold the door open for Thorn like a true gentlewoman.

"Now why did you go and start a big ol' fight in there over nothin'?" Lyla inquired with an air of seriousness to her tone, though upon even passing inspection it was apparent she was on the verge of laughter. She did her damnedest to hold it back, making sure to slam the door behind them to keep would be pursuers from seeing them go. "I came here tonight to have a lovely time on the town and here you come just throwing hands like some neanderthal… shaaaaaame. You should be ashamed."

Lyla’s lips were electric. Thorn had known some good kissers in her time, had the pleasure of men and women who could make you melt at their touch, and she’d known some bad ones who kissed like they were trying to eat your mouth. Her companion definitely fell into the former category. Hot and heavy and wild, they exchanged spit with the sort of ease that usually came from longtime lovers. Left to her own devices, she would’ve taken Lyla, here and now. Hell, she was considering the possibility of just taking her back behind the bar and going at it there. She’d done it in worse places, and she wouldn’t have been surprised if Lyla could say the same.

A broken bottle nearby convinced her different, however. Not the best mood. ”Got a point.”

She stood up and brought Lyla along with her, gritting her teeth as her aching back was put to the test. It would be hurting for a day or two, maybe more, but it wasn’t so bad she couldn’t overlook it with enough pleasure to balance, and Lyla seemed to willing to provide.

The two of them made a hasty exit, with Thorn following close bheind, as stealthy as she could ever be. When they reached the door, she was ready to knock it down with a good shoulder barge, but Lyla took the time for the easier approach of just opening it. If her bones could’ve spoken, they would’ve thanked the lass. They’d gone through enough for one night.

She did the best impression of a curtsey she could manage with her shorts, then slide out the offered door and into the fresh night air. Sirens could be heard in the distance, wailing and coming closer, but they should’ve been fine as long as they kept this way and looked about as inconspicious as two foreigners could ever hope to look in Japan.

Thorn snorted, holding back a large laugh at Lyla’s little joke. She skipped ahead and spun about, keeping a pace ahead of her while walked backwards, giving the smaller woman a look at her bulging, bouncing body. ”Look at me, sexy. This look like a woman who does ‘shame’? Acting like you don’t love it.” She turned around and dropped back to walk alongside her lady friend, close enough to give her the occasional shoulder bump and knock her a step off track. ”Stll got plenty of night left, anyway. Can go to Rose’s club, the house, fuck in the car, whatever you’re feeling like.”

The sight of the towering behemoth that was Thorn curtseying, as clunky as it was, brought a lopsided grin to her face. She had just in that moment decided she needed to someday get the other woman dolled out in a dress. Something simple, tasteful, but clearly not made for someone carved up like a bodybuilder. She was almost certain the Aussie would rock the look, even if the garment would be bursting at the seams. She kept this to herself however, something she could spring up another time, last minute and hold the other woman hostage with emotionally until she caved. She had the now to ponder over anyhow.

Lyla idly counted out the ill gotten yen in her hands washed watched Thorn doing what she would describe as playfully prancing last her. The pink haired girl purposely slowed her walking, just to mess with the bigger woman's long backwards gait as they traveled with one another. Part of her, the inquired up part wanted to immediately point to her scars when she claimed to have no shake but the friend in her was able to bottle up the needlessly malicious observation as she pocketed the stolen money. "It's alright, I guess." She drew out her tone in such a way it was clear she was messing with the bigger woman.

When Thorn came up beside her, she was fully unready to be bumped in the shoulder, leaning a bit too far to the side to thump against a dumpster as they passed. Her legs weren't as sturdy as they could be it seemed, but she had managed to stay upright with a stumble. She came back with a light punch of her own at Thorn's meaty shoulder in retaliation knowing full well the woman had just taken a beating.

"Fuck in the car. What a romantic. Yeah, no. Show me around the club. I want the VIP tour befitting for someone who saved your ass tonight… also I am guessing you have some first aid supplies there. I need a patch up." Lyla brought up her right hand on full display, turning the back to Thorn wishes could see the bloodied mess it had become. A few guys and scrapes, but she hadn't been applying anything to really stop red from losing out and darkening the armpit of her shirt she had been tucking it under.

"I have a broken wing, help this baby bird to fly!" Lyla grabbed hold of Thorn's arm before going mostly limp, relying on the other woman to carry or drag her along. Just in case Thorn didn't catch her, she would have kept a grip on the Aussie to stop herself from eating pavement. Perhaps it was a mistake letting her decide what to do.

”Oh, please!” Thorn had a nice, hearty laugh when Lyla gave her car proposal a snub, giving her a heavy bump of the shoulders to go along with it. ”Getting all high and mighty, like you never. Done some of my best fucking in the backseat.”

Lost her virginity that way, too, but she didn’t feel like bringing that up at the moment. Or ever, really. Kind of a sore spot. She spent the next few seconds pondering Lyla’s request, though, going over the logistics. The club would have a decent crowd tonight, all sorts of regulars hanging about. She’d wanted to bring her there eventually, but feared it might’ve been too much, too soon. She knew Lyla was wild in the ring, but that didn’t always transfer to social life. Now that she had firsthand confirmation on how much of a spitfire she was, though…

”Fuck, yeah, nasty.” She hissed at the sight of Lyla’s fist, then flexed out her own fingers. A little sore, both of them, but… ”Easy fix, though. Got a nurse around.” She blinked and nodded to the side. ”Ex-nurse. Knows her stuff, though, she’ll get you right.”

Lyla surprised her with the leap, but she was able to catch her in time, infinitely glad the woman didn’t weigh all that much. She had to adjust the grip, making it comfortable for them both, but she was able to get it right, and soon enough, they were off. ”Baby bird. Right.” She chuckled and shook her head. ”You’re a trip.”


Tokyo’s red light district was a chaotic mess at the best of times, but even among the cavalcade of compact stores, the Den of Sin still stood out. The completely English name was one thing, emblazoned with hot pink letters above the entrance, and next to it was a picture of horny, red-skinned devil woman standing tall while an angel licked her boots. Both of them dressed in the skimpiest attire, of course.

It was eye-catching, and it gave the walkerbys a good idea of what to expect inside. That, and the numerous flyers near the entrance, advertising sensual shows and guest appearances from men and women well known in Japan’s BDSM scene. Oh, and the caged dancers in the windows as they passed by, casually swinging about polls in their tight bondage gear.

One of them, a redhead in form-fitting schoolgirl attire, threw a wave at Thorn as they passed by before she swung back into her routine, kicking up her legs as she whipped around the pole. ”Hey, Cindy.” She looked over her shoulder, back to Lyla. ”Ever been to something like this before?”

"Not sure if that is a testament of how good you are in tight spaces or how shit you are the rest of the time." Lyla managed to take the next shoulder bump far better, lazily swaying with the push before drifting back to slightly mean on Thorn as they walked. She had been wanting to check out the club for awhile now, but free time was in short supply. After the "humiliating" loss, Ellie's words, not her's, to the domme duo the practices and training got dialed to eleven. She was pretty sure her partner was just trying to fill empty time though, since it all went back to the normal routine once they had a new match lined up. So this trip out had been her first in quite a while so she intended to make the most out of it.

"I've had worse." Lyla held her hand out a little closer, flexing her fingers to squeeze out a bit of fresh red. She couldn't feel much of it thanks to the booze in her blood, otherwise she might have thought twice about irritating her fresh wounds. Not even a wince. This wasn't too surprising given her tolerance to pain while sober had proven to be rather impressive during their match. Still, she was going a tad overboard just to tell if Thorn had a gross out tolerance. "Did you want to kiss it better or should I wait for your not nurse friend to do all the work?"

Once Thorn had caught her, all bets were off for self preservation. She went mostly like a ragdoll, offering no real assistance in helping the Aussie manage her dispersed noodly weight. She was loving how easygoing Thorn was turning out to be outside the ring. It made these little attention grabbing stunts of hers far more enjoyable when the other woman just went along with it. It added a bit more humor to the matter when she was called a trip. She sure was. "One you'll never forget. Onward!"


Lyla found it humorous how the red light district mirrored many other parts of Japan that catered to vices of some sort. Plenty of neon and scrolling ads, plenty of items in the window to browse. The only difference here was everything presented a bit more "dangerous". The moody lighting, the smokey atmosphere. It made here feel like an edgy high schooler again. The Den of Sin definitely had a good logo going for it. She instantly wanted to have a leather jacket with that printed on the back. She'd rock that shit for sure.

"Heeeey Cindy!" Lyla gave a wave back in time with Thorn, almost harmonizing with the larger woman as she parroted back the name of the woman she never met in such a way that made it seem like she knew her. The alcohol had settled a bit by now, leaving her in a better place. All the chill with none of her unbridled snippy bitch tendencies on display. Hands behind her head, kicking her feet as she walked like this was just a normal destination on a late night stroll. "Like this? Nah. I have been to a few strip clubs but that's it. Generally never paid for my entertainment… or my punishment. I get slammed around enough in wrestling to tide me over. You going to show me off to all your friends?"

Thorn was more than a little surprised that Lyla wasn’t a frequent patron of Japan’s many erotic establishments. The woman clearly loved most things sexual, and this city was like a erotic Mecca. The AFW’s popularity had made it the kink capital of the world, a place where you could satisfy any fetish imaginable, so long as you knew where to look. A true pleasure paradise. What Lyla did in her free time was her business, but there was so much to show her...

She decided, then and there, the two of them would have to do a little exploring in the Red Light District one night. Really dive into it.

The Den of Sin would do for tonight, though. ”Planning on doing a bit more than that.” She nodded over her shoulder as they came up on the entrance. “You’ll see.”

Thorn could feel the dull thunder of the music inside as they approached, and when they came up on the doors, they were greeted with it on full blast. A pulsing, writhing music, thumping like a heartbeat. Cheers could be heard underneath, rising up every now and then, as if some kind of show was going on inside.

Victor was hanging by the door, leaning up against the side with his phone in one hand and cigarette in the other, taking casual puffs while he browsed. Tall, dark-skinned, German, he cut an intimidating figure with his trenchcoat and sunglasses, like something out of the Matrix. It wasn’t too often for newer patrons to call him Morpheus, in fact. It never got a laugh out of him, though.

”Thorn.”[b] He looked up from his phone as they came over, casting a curious glance Lyla’s way before he centered back on her. ][b]”I didn’t think you’d be coming in tonight. Who’s the tagalong?”

”Lyla, Vic. Vic, Lyla.” She pointed between them, then leaned into the doorway to peer inside. ”Forgot we had a show on tonight. Who’s on?”

Victor’s sunglasses had centered on Lyla’s bloody hand for a minute, clearly curious, but he knew better than to ask questions he probably wouldn’t get the right answers to. ”Kimiko, she’s doing her shibari thing. Just started.”

”Yes. Fucking perfect.” Thorn bit her lip, already glad they’d made this detour for the night and formulating a few ideas. First thing was first, though. She moved inside and motioned for Lyla to follow, holding out a hand for her. ”Here, hold on, easy to get lost in the dark here if you’re new. Let’s get you to the back, baby doll.”

"Look at you, keeping secrets. Now you have my expectations to contend with." The pulse of the muffled music was infectious. The steady beats finding her bouncing along with each step. When they came up to Victor a brow was raised and sidelong glance spared to Thorn. It was pretty clear by the tight thin spread of her lips that the Irish lass was amused by the sight of him for some reason and was using her guide as a measure of how serious this guy was before laughing. It was probably not in her best interests to prod all of Thorn's coworkers, especially when it came in the way of snide remarks letting them know the year 2000 wanted their fashion back.

"Yo. That's Ms. Tagalong to you, Vic." Instead she gave Victor a small honor and only passively poked fun by putting on a hard gansta look of her own to match the general vibe of "don't fuck with me" that seemed to radiate off of the German. By now her bloodied hand had since dried up mostly save for the raw cuts on her knuckles that still cause light with a moist glistening. The back of her had become crusted in deep red with a few extra lines where it trickled along her forearm, but in low lighting at at a glance it may not have been apparent she was walking around banged up.

Lyla would follow at Thorn's urging, but took a moment to pandemonium taking a drag from an invisible cigarette as she passed by Victor, blowing out smoke that didn't exist at him before slipping inside. She hadn't been watching where she was going as a result so when Thorn came to a stop she became a wall that the Irish girl just walked smash into with a grunt. With a short she looked up at the Aussie then the hand.

"I told you I don't do relationships and here you are, being needy about handholding. I can't take you anywhere." Mock outrage from the huffy pink haired girl. The act fell away fast with a smirk and a laugh though as she offered up her good hand to take Thorn's. She was very aware her behavior may have gotten a tight squeeze in retaliation so kept her hurt one out of the grasp of the giantess.