Bad Girls Do It Well

”Aaaaaaaaaaand done.”

Cheyenne Hawkfield did one last check on her phone to make sure all her social media was caught up, then stuffed the phone back into her purse, keeping it nice and safe. She had to be careful around this side of town. While Japan was a safe place all over and Tokyo was probably the least nonthreatening big city ever constructed, there were still pickpockets who could spot innocent looking foreigners from a mile away. She’d heard too many horror stories to fall for that.

To be fair, though, she was kind of asking for it. In this outfit, she looked like a prime target.

Spoiler:

Cheyenne had been waiting for this night for a long time. Ever since she and Gyuri crossed paths with Aunt Charlie, she’d been playing games with the spicy South Korean. Flirting over Instagram and Twitter, using the language barrier to hide the more saucy bits from her father. She dropped hints and found them quickly picked up, and she found herself using Google Translate more often these days. She had even picked up a little Korean in her free time - she was nowhere near good enough to say she’d mastered the language, but she was curious to put it to the test.

Not that too many words would be heard where they were going tonight. Cheyenne looked over her shoulder and saw ODEON’s silhouette cast against the setting sun, nearly blinding her with its neon lights. Even out here, through the thick walls and with the bustle of the street, she could hear the music booming inside, pulsing like a heartbeat. It wouldn’t be her first time in a night club, but it would be the first time she’d ever been in one like this - one of Tokyo’s most famous spots, a must visit for traveling dancers the world over. Getting a spot here hadn’t been easy, but her Instagram followers came through in the end - she managed to get two tickets for VIP, and all she had to do was give some guy an exclusive photoset with her new outfit. A small price to pay.

She looked good, she smelled good, she felt good. Cheyenne was on point, ready for the night, and all she needed was Ms. Straight Fire herself. Biting her lip, she struggled to keep her excitement to a minimum while she waited for Gyuri to show up, stealing occasional glances at her watch. While she waited, she popped in an iPod and listened to some of her friend’s newest music, doing her best to keep up with the lyrics and repeat them with the right accent.

Gyuri had taken to liking Cheyenne almost right away, though much of that was to be blamed initially on Viper. The task had been simple, keep the American girl occupied while her mentor had some choice words with her old man. Simple enough. She had that girl next door look and enough charm to mesmerize a rattlesnake. An interesting package, given just how open and explorative she seemed to be while looking so benign. There was a forbidden fruit quality about that, one that she had wanted to take a bite out of.

It helped the American had given her easy access into her life to get the comings and goings through social media and scrumptious little snippets with all those salacious photos. Checking up on Cheyenne had become something of a personal pastime any time her phone came out, looking forward to slinging a bit of fire back and forth with the other girl. It was all in good fun, cautious fun, because as it stood she was on express orders not to mingle with Cheyenne from Viper. Well, not quite, it was “Don’t get her in trouble.” Which she interpreted as don’t let her old man catch them together. The guy seemed like a totem pole tightwad when it came to matters of his daughter.

Even before her Uber stopped, she spotted Cheyenne at a distance, looking so damn fine she should have been inside a museum someplace. The Korean rapper couldn’t help but grin, tapping a nail to the window as she prodded at the other woman through the glass. Tonight was going to be fun. Training this week had been the absolute pits and she was looking to cut loose tonight. No entourage for a change, ditched the groupies to fly solo, just her and her little American girl out on the town.

Gyuri:

“Thanks.” She nodded to her driver as they came to a stop, letting herself out along the side of the club. Rolling her shoulders she shifted how her puffy jacket settled on her body, tugging the zipper down to it hung open to take in the night air. She looked fly tonight, dolled up in her own way with freshly dyed hair and a cool breached streak that worked through it like a lightning bolt. It was important to stay fresh in her business, people expected you to live like you presented yourself and she always made herself look like money. No going back to the gutter.

High top sneakers moved silent on the paved walkway leading around the club as she leaned out, spying her target from a distance. Distracted, not looking her way, perfect. Stepping out she moved at a brisk pace, trying not to draw too much attention to herself until she had closed in enough to move at a more cool, casual pace, just in case her American girl happened to notice her. Her ears perked as she slowed, tilting her head. Cheyenne was singing, quietly, but even with some misplaced sounds, Gyuri knew those as her lyrics. Recent drop too.

Sneaking up behind the other woman she slipped her arms around her from behind, slipping her fingers over the folds Chey’s blouse to play with the ruffles. With a small tug she drew the other girl back, their forms fit perfectly up against one another. Leaning in she rested her chin on Chey’s shoulder, picking up the lyrics she had been singing by whispering them in the ear that didn’t have an earbud in. “이런 게임 멈추고 너를 다시 보게 돼. 무섭지 않아 난 새로운 얘기가…”

There Cheyenne stood, completely oblivious to the world around her. Bobbing along to the mixing beat of the club in one ear and Gyuri in the other, seemingly unconcerned with world around her. She had to look so vulnerable there, standing all one in her nice outfit, dressed up with her glasses and her coat and sleek pantyhose. Why, if someone were to come along - say, for instance, a slick, sneaky rapping ninja of a South Korean - she would never see her coming. It wasn’t as if she were standing there, hoping that exact thing would happen.

Just because something was kind of predictable didn’t mean it wasn’t fun.

Sure enough, Gyuri came at her from behind, wrapping those slender arms of hers around Cheyenne’s body. She tensed up at the touch, but only for a moment - she had been expecting something like this, just didn’t know when it was going to happen, and her playmate didn’t disappoint. Cheyenne didn’t make a move, save for stretching out her smile, as Gyuri whispered hot words into her ear, giving her half of a live performance.

”...흥이 난 여우 그런 나라구.” She finished the lyrics out as best as she could, doing her best not to bastardize it too much with her accent. At the least, she’d been listening to Gyuri’s voice enough to get a good idea of the way she spoke it and work from there.

With them so close, it was tempting to get a little bold here, see how far she could push things, but she fought the urge. Part of the fun with Gyuri was the chase, the play, the teasing, and she wanted to see how long they could dance on the razor’s edge.

She spun around on her heel, but didn’t pull away, letting their bodies rub together as she moved and came to face her date for the evening. Right away, she found herself digging the look. The jacket, the fishnet, the dog tags, all good, but that hair? The crown jewel. It was the kind of wild look she could never pull off, but Gyuri wore it like she was born that way.

”I. Love. This. Hair.” She reached behind Gyuri’s back to stroke it, inadvertently - okay, quite advertently - pulling them even close in the process, so they were just touching foreheads. She turned her head to the side and poked her on the brow with the tip of her glasses. ”And everything else on you, too. Thanks for coming out. 네가 여기있어 기뻐.”

Gyuri was none the wiser to Cheyenne’s cleverly constructed plan. The Korean rapper believed herself to be wholly original and entirely an engine of spontaneity well beyond any real form of manipulation. She was spared the crushing truth of matters though and with pride intact she felt like the slickest woman in the world as she held her little American girl close, letting out a breathy exhale after their exchange of lyrics.

At the sign of movement, Gyuri eased up her light hug, allowing for her foreign friend to turn herself around completely to give her a good look. The picture hadn’t done her justice in the least, especiallying lacking the tactile feel of her within the Korean’s arms. Her slender fingers drifted down the American's back, gliding down over her backside to give it a firm squeeze as she pulled them together. The Urban Dragon tended to paint in bold strokes, lacking the finesse to string things alone so much as she was led by the nose. It had never really been an issue because most of it happened verbally or over text where her directness was dulled by the language barrier.

“우리는 당신이 내 머리카락보다 더 사랑한다는 것을 압니다.” She pushed out her chest up against Cheyenne’s with the soft jingle of her dog tags. While both women were of a similar height, her date filled out her clothing in a far more appealing way, something she was slightly jealous of. It was easy to overlook though, she got to enjoy the view and the feel of those curves  that much better this way.

Gyuri cracked a smirk, tilting her head slightly to proudly show off her wild hair, letting Cheyenne take all the time she wanted to enjoy her hard work. She did well for admiration, soaking in the praise and explorative touches from the other girl without any fuss at all even if the two were drawing attention now from a line of spectators waiting to enter the club.

There was a small break in the dragon’s smug coolness when Cheyenne tailed her sentence with a passable line of Korean, repeating herself. While she had understood her English well enough, the fact she had spoken the line fluently and even taken the effort to learn it was a surprisingly genuine act. With a furrowed brow, Gyuri’s hands moved up to the small of the other woman’s back, leaning away to look at her in the eyes sharply, appraisingly.

“건방진 소녀.” The dragon cracked a smirk, rolling her eyes off to the sky. She felt the same way, but wasn’t about to say it. That was the sort of sappy gooey stuff she couldn’t let tarnish her tough girl image. Cold, cool indifference was the name of the game in her business so she shot back the best English she could to convey it with her limited vocabulary. “Bitch.” In the most loving way possible of course, as she parted the two of them with a twist of her body, giving Cheyenne a playful bump with her hip. “Lets pati.”

”Oh, hello.” Cheyenne couldn’t keep a scandalous gasp from escaping her lips when Gyuri’s hands when to her hips, squeezing and feeling and taking without a hint of hesitation. Not that she minded - far from it, couldn’t be further. This was the sort of thing she’d wanted and had been fantasizing for months, it was just such a shock to be in the middle of it. Back home, she heard all these stories about how wild the Japan wrestling scene was, how it was so electrifying, but she figured it was all exaggeration. Gyuri seemed bent on proving it all true. At bare minimum, that seemed to be the direction they were headed.

They were into each other, that was clearer than the Arizona sky. What was less clear was how that would go, or if they were even ready for the possibilities, but that was where the excitement came from.

At any rate, Cheyenne was eager to please, and she had to resist the urge to pat herself on the back when Gyuri seemed to dig her language attempt. It wasn’t much, but it was also more than a cheap attempt at brownie points. They were both new here, coming from different worlds, and while Korea was a good deal closer than to Japan than the reservation Cheyenne had grown up in, it was still a shock to them both. If Cheyenne could give her date a taste of home, even if it was just a sliver, that was worth something. If it helped smooth the wheels for future private activities, even better.

Their bodies molding together, inches away from a kiss, that blazing fire in Gyuri’s eyes, it was all enough to make Cheyenne wish she could stay like this for a while. But she doubted the other patrons would be down for that all night - her song and dance got them a free pass inside, but she knew this was pushing it.

She moved alongside Gyuri, reached out, and hooked her arm around the rapper’s, locking them up and letting her date lead the way. Might as well make sure no one who came across them had any delusions on the relationship. ”Your bitch.” She gave the word back with the same tone it had came to her with. No offense, here. ”Pati on.”

With only a minimal wait, the two were ushered in, and found themselves in the middle of a sprawling city of a club. Multiple levels, multiple dance floors, with a big one in the middle of the entire affairs. A laser show flickered overhead with pale blue streams slicing through the air. Shadows darted along the wall, flashes of lights that made shadows flicker about the dancers, moving in time with every beat and rhythm.

And the place had only just opened. There was an energy about it, a power in the air, and Cheyenne could tell this was just the beginning of what the night could offer.

”Jackpot.” Cheyenne let out a long whistle and pulled over close to Gyuri, speaking right in her ear - oh, did she lick her lobe by accident? Clumsy, so dark in here, easy mistake.

”VIP?” She dipped in her purse and pulled out the two tickets, then nodded towards an elevator heading towards the top floor. It was hard to see all the way up there from where they stood, but she could make out enough to see some potential - it looked like a plush area, leather seats, open bar, and a lot of room to enjoy it in. Eager as she was to move with Gyuri, she was hoping to chat, too, and that’d be a perfect place for it.

If Gyuri wanted. She threw the suggestion out there, but she wouldn’t complain wherever her date took her, and she showed that as pulled back and batted her eyelashes.

The Korean rapper was an easy sell despite all the fame she might have gathered since dropping her first hot single. While she was living a high and free life here in Japan these days, it was built of the foundation of dredging the lowest possible points a person could have. When the opportunity presented itself to flaunt her wealth or style, she took it just to show how far she had come and shut out those bad times. Cheyenne was checking all the boxes here when it came to playing to Gyuri's ego and the rapper was eating it all up like candy, fully unaware of just how much consideration and cunning went into the American's efforts. To her, this was all just a given. So when the American played along with making it clear she had a claim to her tonight, she found Gyuri giving a bob of her head and standing a bit taller despite the fact Cheyenne's heels had put her a bit higher up, about even with the Korean's styled out hair. She was more than happy to hook arms, drawing her possessively close.

Making it past the line had been easy. Fast tracked by Cheyenne's pre purchased passes and nudged by a surly looking bouncer who had been a fan of Gyuri's music. All it took was signing the back of an invite list to persuade him to let the two skip straight to the front of the pack. Through the door the entry hall pounded with the distant quake of bass, a familiar sensation that only grew as they moved through a sequin curtain lit by garish neon strips along the wall molding and ceiling. Under the blacklights glow, Gyuri's face was also illuminated. Her glossy painted eyelids and lips showing up in bright neon pink and the characters "도시 용" shimmering along her collar through the fishnet top. Those deep seemingly black earrings she had also took on a new hue, one shining bright red and the other blue as light filtered through them.

The atmosphere was electric when the room opened up. The music so loud it drowned out thought, that hard thrum of the baseline rocking the floors as she peered out over a sea of moving bodies. This was her element, the night life she often found herself lost in since coming to Japan. While it had lost most of its fresh spark for her, the company tonight added new life to it all. This was the first time she had come to a place like this in a party of one other, even when she performed she had with her a gaggle of people in the form of an agent, a translator, and a gaggle of backup dancers.

Cheyenne said something but it was swallowed up by the blaring beats being poured into the house room escaping Gyuri's notice entirely. The sultry little play of the other girls tongue brushing along her ear though didn't go without reaction though. A pleased hum and a smug smirk as the Korean rapper peered over to her date where Cheyenne could see her eyes also glowed gold in the club lighting with thin reptilian slits. She was wearing her contacts tonight it would seem. She side eyed the American expectantly, figuring she had a reason for getting her attention.

"항상." V.I.P.? Of course. Gyuri was one of those. The rapper gave a cool up nod to the suggestion, leading Cheyenne by the arm to the elevator as if it had been her suggestion all along. Another bouncer but a quick flash of those passes had got them entry into the glass tube that only traveled between the levels. It was a slow lift, intentionally so to give a great view over the crowds below as they ascended to the towering second story placed well above the rest. When the doors slid open they were greeted by a more sparsely congregated area that seemed to host a more visible amount of staff ferrying drinks and serving the clientele than the chaotic sea below. An open lounge with a private dance floor was seeing some use here along with some poles, a few private booths partitioned off by glowing curtains, a bar, and a balcony that smoked out to another area with standing tables surrounding yet another dance floor that overlooked the main room. The V.I.P. lounge though, had a far more manageable volume with only the music coming in through the balcony and filtered through the sound system at a low level.

Gyuri led them out of the elevator, but her pace slowed. She wouldn't ask where her date wanted to head, just expected to be directed a bit. Once Cheyenne started them towards something though, the rapper would take over again and lead on as if that was exactly where she had wanted to go to begin with.

Cheyenne had no idea how much of what she saw now was the real Gyuri and how much was an act. She hadn’t known too many rappers in her life - none at all, really - but she was familiar with the lifestyle, the image, the theatre behind it. It was a big baller way of living, where the style was almost as important as her lyrics. Maybe even more so - most of the world couldn’t understand a single word Gyuri spoke, but they could see the way she carried herself, the clothes she wore, and the people that hung around her.

Cheyenne could already see it in effect as they made their way through the club. Neither of them had put in enough matches to be recognized out of costume by the public, but they were attracting attention. The gangsta-diva with the electricity in her hair, walking along with arm candy from...oh, wait, where was that girl from? They had the mystery, the intrigue, the look, all the necessary tool to turn heads and get whispers going.

She was on another plant. And her Dad had wanted her to stay back home, work on her career in the States, and miss all this? Pfft.

However genuine the woman beside her was, if she was all she seemed to be online, she couldn’t say just yet. But she was intrigued to find out, determined, curious, and as the elevator opened to the VIP lounge, she already knew just the place to find out.

There was a table nearby, one of three that caught her eye. It was a booth, off in the corner, curved with a table in front of it. A futuristic design, something out of Star Trek, with a surface that kept changing from hot red to hot blue to hot green and back again. A private space, in the shadows, as secluded as you could hope for in a place like this.

Oh, and there was a stripper pole in the middle of the table. She wasn’t quite sure why, this so wasn’t that kind of club, but she wasn’t complaining.

She nudged Gyuri along, letting her lead the way once the direction was clear. When they were close enough, she broke away, just long enough to give her playmate a little shove in the back, prompting her to sit. Cheyenne tossed off her coat, laid it on the side of the both, and joined her right after - sort of. Instead of sitting beside her, she hopped up on the table and sat above her with crossed legs, getting comfy on the edge and thanking God that this thing seemed to be screwed into the floor.

Cheyenne looked away for a moment, just long enough to wave a waitress over, before she brought her focus back down to dragoness before her. ”Gyuri.” She smacked her lips after saying that name, just loving the way it came off her tongue. Rough, but with some exotic flavor. ”How are you feeling?” She tapped her chest, then her head. ”What’s on your mind?”

If she was acting, the self styled Urban Dragon was doing a good job at it. That slow confident strut, that cool indifferent demeanor washer gave people who looked their way a greeting up nod or a challenging glare depending on the context. It wouldn't be hard to see her packing heat like most gangsta rappers tended to be portrayed. Things were a little different though in Korean. It was less about being a hardware who could drop people and more about presenting your wealth and station. Dress how you feel, if you were someone important you were expected to be wearing designer fashion and decked out in knick knacks worth the price of the everyman's car. Gyuri though was a bit more practical tonight though. She had come to dance and didn't want to be whipping around good chains or weighed down by hefty accessories.

Her steps slowed as they reached the secluded table, untangling arms with Cheyenne with the intention of letting the other girl get comfortable where she wanted. Her eyes followed as the American slipped partially behind her, arching a brow before the unexpected push sent her stumbling a few steps. Turning she gave the other woman a "What gives?" look, though it faded when it caught the lights playing off of Cheyenne's smiling face, understanding the context. With a flick of her bangs she stepped back, dropping onto the cushions. Arms thrown wide, they spread over the back of the concave couch, taking up a wide section of it as she slouched. Legs spread wide, she watched and waited as her date slipped off her coat, a sly smirk on her face with a mind filled with expectations.

The pole perhaps? When Cheyenne started to climb up on the table. No… she slipped into the edge to sit. Gyuri nodded slowly, leaning back a bit to give plenty of room on her lap for the other girl but watched her settle down in front of her, legs crossed modestly. The Korean woman pursed her lips for a moment before letting her fantasy scenario drift away, plenty to time left tonight so there was no reason to get bent out of shape. Settling in herself, she looked lazily up to the American as she asked rather innocent and mundane questions.

With an arched brow the Urban Dragon stared up at Cheyenne, the shifting lights of the table illuminating the booth. In warm hues she appeared normal, though the deeper darker colors brought out the neon glow of her makeup and made her eyes pop visibly. Ganging her head to the side, it rested up against the puffy jacket sleeve she wore like a pillow as she took in the questions. She understood them but found them to be odd given the current moment.

"I am fine." She responded in english absolutely drenched in her heavy accent. A hand lifted off the back of the couch briefly to gesture the "OK" sign. She waited a moment, trying to gauge Cheyenne's reaction to using english before continuing to answer the second part. "You." The Korean rapper leaned forward, the material of the couch and her jacket giving a soft squeak as it creased under her movement. Resting her forearms on her knees, she smirked up at Cheyenne as if she had just said the ultimate compliment.  Easy questions, easy answers given the context. If all interviews were this easy she wouldn't mind them so much.

Cheyenne wasn’t ignorant to where Gyuri’s attention went - no, she was highly aware of it. Since language was limited, she was making a concerted effort to drink in every movement her companion made, take every hint to understand where her desires laid. She could’ve done this the easy way and brought up a language app on her phone. That was what she and her father had to make do with most of the time as they settled into the Tokyo lifestyle, both of them getting Japanese under their belts. The one on her phone could be clunky with the transitions, but as long as Gyuri kept things light and conversational, it wouldn’t have a problem, even with the booming music.

But that would be cheating. Working around the barrier was more rewarding than just bypassing it, had more value if they made it happen. Besides, the more she spoke Korean, the more she liked the way it sounded. Lovely language, lots of unique sounds and tones, small wonder it gelled with rap so well.

They settled in, and Cheyenne took notice of Gyuri’s gaze, seeing her eyeball the pole. Cheyenne looked back to it, a curious glance, before she brought her attention down and into her partner’s waiting lap. Two tantalizing possibilities, activities they could have fun with before they moved out onto the dance floor, but not quite yet. There was still a game to play.

Cheyenne chewed her lip and squirmed as Gyuri spoke, her body tensing up at the sound before a quick relax. It was a burst of pleasure, like her voice had struck just the right cord inside her, brought back so many sensations. She’d gotten a little hooked on this aspiring artist’s music over the past few weeks, using it to help her get a handle on the language and just for the fun of it, and hearing her now, in English, with that heavy accent and all that lust smothering it...

She shivered. Hairs were standing up.

Cheyenne took back some of her composure, enough to feign surprise and pat her chest when Gyuri gave her simple answer. ”Me? You don’t say.”

She was about to add something spicy onto those words when she noticed the waitress nearby, hovering only a few feet off. She was looking between them, nervous, unsure whether or not she should interrupt whatever was brewing here. Cheyenne just waved her in closer - it would be a quick interlude, but a necessary one. A drink or two would add the right flavor.

Sake. Cherry Bouquet.” She threw out the brand without any hesitation, already knowing what she wanted to try thanks to some light research earlier today. Trying sake for the first time was on her checklist, and she couldn’t think of a better time to knock it off. The waitress nodded and scribbled it down, while Cheyenne brought her head down close to Gyuri’s. ”We’ll share. I want to get some of your taste on it.”

The fidgeting hadn't escaped her notice, it made Cheyenne look like a giddy little schoolgirl who was struggling to keep a secret. The rapper gave a small nod of her head, taking careful note of that. Gyuri couldn't help but smirk at the other girls, surprised when her thoughts were confessed. She gave her more than a work to thing of though, bringing her hand out to lightly glide up along one of the woman's dangling calf's, giving it a gentle rub.

The motion of the wave caught her attention, leaning to the side to catch sight of the waitress. Little more than a small nod, she shifted back with the sound of her jacket folds  wrinkling faintly over the distant music. The ordered drink was one she was unfamiliar with. She knew sake, of course, but had never paid attention to brands or… flavors? When she drank, it was normally something expensive and it normally left her a bit tipsy. Unsurprisingly the somewhat scrawny korean girl wasn't much of a heavyweight when it came to holding alcohol.

When They're leaned down, Gyuri helped to close the distance, letting the other girl speak to her in that delightfully adventurous gone of hers. While what she said got another smirk, some of her meaning had been lost to her. It wasn't that she didn't understand the words, but the sentence didn't make sense.

"내 취향…" Gyuri's finger circled against along the back of Cheyenne's leg idly as she repeated the words softly in Korean. After mulling it over a few more times she nodded slowly and leaned back on the couch again letting her hand drift away to resume her wide-armed lounging. "그 입술로 원하는 것을 맛볼 수 있습니다. Sure, bahby."

"당신 은요? 어떻게 생각해?" Following suit, the Korean rapper tapped the side of her head then gestures to Cheyenne. "What you think, Cheh? Hmm?" There seemed to just be some things Gyuri seemed incapable of expressing in english, taking time to struggle with attempting to speak the co.mon tongue before resorting to her own native language.