Party crashing and Revelations

Natalia was as passionate as she was beautiful. A very stubborn girl and when something got into her cute little head, there was nothing that could deter her from her goal. It wasn´t easy for her to get obsessed, but when she did, Natalia became an unrelenting, uncompromising and unforgiving machine. She would actually be very very scary if she wasn´t so cute. The staff at AFW stepped aside as they saw her storm through the corridors with that lovely frown and pout on her face.

The blue-eyed beauty had seen [url=http://afwrpg.informe.com/forum/afw-promo-f44/marisa-interrupted-for-alexandra-t4418.html:3c9iga4q]THAT[/url:3c9iga4q] promo of Marisa Evans where the blonde sexfight veteran mentioned, her… BY NAME! and it had been going round and round in her head for a couple of days.

Who did that Marisa thought she was anyway? Talking down on all those rookies… AND Natalia like that! Marisa rubbed Natalia in all the wrong ways; blonde, tall, busty, gorgeous, model, famous, rich… and an admired sexfighter.

Natalia had something with blondes, a strange sort of rivalry and she took lot of pride in beating them. She also took a lot of pride in beating tall voluptuous women; it made her so happy to prove that she had simply the best and most beautiful body of all. After all, what Natalia wanted the most deep inside was to be recognized as beautiful, and she felt nobody got that better than models, actresses and idols. Because of the strange circumstances of her upbringing, she never had the chance to become one. Neither she had the chance to become rich or famous, and that made her just a little more than slightly jealous. Hearing Marisa talk down on her like that… on camera!... was simply too much.

So Natalia went directly to challenge Marisa and soon found out that Marisa wasn´t in the AFW building. Natalia insisted in knowing where Marisa lived to go and pay her a visit right there. And the girl at the reception accepted to give it to her with a laugh. The gorgeous blonde had returned to her home in New York and, as the AFW personnel told Natalia, there was no way to reach her.

That very same night Natalia was taking a flight to New York. It was a gloomy and cloudily afternoon in the Big Apple when Natalia finally arrived. A storm seemed to be brewing and just waiting the sightless provocation to break.

The overly long trip had been extremely tiring, but Natalia had her mind set, and the lack of sleep and the jet lag were not going to stop her. She could feel her heart pumping inside her chest loudly. It wasn´t hard to locate Marisa´s home, it was located in one of the tallest and most luxurious buildings in Manhattan. Natalia left the taxi and looked up at the impossible tall building watching in amazement. She so wanted a house like that. Just as Natalia stared the sky roared and soon began to rain down hard on the poor girl.

Running inside the building to avoid getting all soaked, Natalia was soon face to face with the security personnel.

“auhh… uhmmm.. HI there!” said Natalia showing a big smile that couldn´t hide the nerves she felt. The dark-haired beauty had though the biggest obstacle she would have to face was crossing the Pacific ocean, but now that she was so close to her goal she realized it was going to be actually harder to cross these two huge guards than it was to take a plane.

The huge guard lowered his dark glasses and looked at Natalia up and down. “Are you invited to the party?” he asked.

“ehummm sure… I am invited!” Natalia answered after thinking for a second. The guard pulled out a clipboard and looked at it. “What is your name?”

“I am….. Natalia…” said Natalia while shrugging her shoulders cutely with a big grin in her lovely lips. ^_^

She was not in the list. And minutes later she was out of the building under the rain. -_-!

Natalia frowned as she got soaked under the thunder storm. All this for nothing, Natalia though as she stood there frustrated. There was no way passing those two gorillas and getting into the party. Natalia hung her head low and started to feel truly depressed and pathetic… especially since now she remembered she had basically no money to pay for a hotel and was an ocean away from home, when suddenly she heard a small commotion behind her. Natalia turned around to see a quite big truck entering the underground parking lot of the building.

‘Henderson´s Party Supplies and Event Planningâ€

An evil grin formed in Natalia´s lips as the water dripped from her cute face. She had little trouble sneaking behind the truck to enter the building and when it stopped, she hid under it to wait for her chance. Soon from the truck began to descend a lot awful of people, carrying all matter of stuff, mainly food. And with them also came a dozen of waitresses all dressed in cute maid uniforms. Natalia immediately knew what she had to do, and although she also knew she was going to get in a LOT of trouble, she hadn´t come this far to get denied of her very important meeting with Marisa.

Natalia waited until one of the maids was left alone and then slipped for underneath the truck and sneaked behind her. The unsuspecting maid never stood a chance. Natalia had put world class champions out with her sleepers, soon the maid was unconscious drooling Natalia´s arm. She dragged the maid back into the truck and hid her to then quickly strip her down to bras and panties. A couple of minutes later Natalia left the truck and looked at herself on the mirror like doors of the service elevator.



“purrfection!” Natalia said quite satisfied with the result. She picked a couple of bottles of wine and slid into the elevator the next time it came down.

Inside the party, models, fashion designers and photographers chatted with each other as the wait staff bustled to and fro. The atmosphere was of good cheer and celebration, another successful job well done for a New York based fashion designer doing a show in Milan.
Or at least that was the official reason for the party.
The hostess, former model Marisa Evans stood staring outside through a large set of windows, and sighed. She was surrounded by a small group of female models and one man, a sort of inner circle to the gathering among them. However, despite the revelry going on around them, her mood was morose, glum, totally different from the way she was around Tana, or at AFW events for that matter. Looking down, Marisa stared at a worn photo in her hands. In it, an eighteen year old Marisa stood next to a regal looking blond, dressed in a black businesswoman's suit. Marisa was smiling, a slight blush on her face as the woman's hand had rested on the small of her back.
"You really should let that go." the man spoke, a concerned note in his voice. "It's been four years to the day. She's gone."
"And good riddance." spoke the woman next to him, her accent betraying her Chinese origin, as she laid her hand on his. "What she did to us...it was horrible."
With another sigh Marisa turned to face the group.
"Yes, Li, it was." she replied to the woman. "But..others had it worse then us. Much, much worse, thanks to the money we made. Remember those pictures we were shown?! That's why I keep this, Alex. To remind me of how foolish I was!"
That last ended with her tossing the picture on a table angrily and turning away to face the window again.
Li exchanged a look with Alex, then stood up placing a hand on Marisa's shoulder.
"We were all fooled. She was charming, experienced." she said. "And we were all young, we trusted her."
"Yes, we were all fooled. But me...I was in love with her. Me..with that...that...!" she trailed off, shaking her head.
The man, Alex also came over.
"Look, it's over. We've all moved on. Most of the girls are now successful models of their own right. I do accounting for some of the biggest businesses in the country. Li and I are getting married in the summer." he told her. "You, you're part of that...that wrestling league. Although I don't know why, you can still model, or even start a modeling agency of-"
"Stop. I do it because I like it. Because it makes me happy...and because I won't be like her." Marisa said evenly.
"Fine." Alex went on. "Then be happy. Don't carry around the guilt for Monique's deeds. Wherever she is, she certainly doesn't. Let it go...let this go."
Marisa was silent for a long moment.
"You're right. I can't let her weigh me down any longer. I've moved past what she did to me, to us. Now, I want to stop looking back." she said determinedly.
"Good girl..." Alex replied. Taking the picture, he left the group to hand it to one of the maids, who just so happened to be Natalia. "Miss, could you throw this away please? Somewhere far away from Ms. Evans would be good."

Natalia left the service elevator to enter the huge kitchen. She left the wine bottles she was carrying in a table and immediately went to the kitchen's door to spy on the party. It was amazing and Natalia looked dreamily at the people there. All of New York's fashion jet set was there, all of the rich and beautiful. The dark-haired girl looked around for Marisa, unable to avoid noticing quite a few celebrities and other girls whose name she didn't knew, but she clearly remembered from the cover of one magazine or another.

"Euh...Whatz argreh you doeeng?" Asked an annoyed voice with a heavy French accent behind Natalia , making the dark-haired girl jump in her spot. Natalia turned around to watch a funny guy with a funny mustache looking at her with a raised eyebrow. Before she coiuld start to babble explanations she was gived an antique silver tray full of wine glasses. "Dzake dzis wineh to dzeh gueests, jeune fille" Natalia nodded and left the kitched silver tray in hand. Fortunately for her she had very good balance and it was no trouble at all for her to cruise through the party with the huge tray of wine glasses in one hand.

Mingled with the party now, it was also a better way to look for Marisa. The guests didn't seemed to pay attention to Natalia at all, much more interested in the glases she was carrying, which annoyed Natalia to no end. But that also served her well, as nobody noticed that she wasn't actually a maid.

When just one glass of wine was left in her tray, Natalia finally spotted Marisa. Surrounded by her beautiful friends, the blonde model seemed to be taking part in some kind of drama. She looked quite disturbed and not like someone who is enjoying her opulent party. 'She is overacting' Natalia thought with a frown on her cute eyebrows as she approached decisively towards the blonde. Natalia was more than ready to make a scene. Actually the thought of causing a scandal made a grin shine in her lovely teeth. But before she could reach and confront Marisa a young handsome man intercepted her.

"Miss, could you throw this away please? Somewhere far away from Ms. Evans would be good."

"euhmm. Sure Sir" Natalia said as she took the pic, getting on her tip toes trying to see Marisa over the tall man shoulder. Natalia moved the picture to her tray, but curious as she was, she couldn't help to take a quick look at the pic.

Natalia's eyes opened wide a she saw the woman on the pic, standing in such an intimate way besides someone that the dark-haired girl immediately recognized as young Marisa. Natalia's fist closed crushing the picture as her face twitched and twisted into a grimace of pure shock and agony. A maelstrom of memories flooded Natalia's mind and she doubled over as if she had been shoot cleanly through the spine. Everything around her dissapeared, leaving her in absolute darkness. A terrifying evil laughter escaped from the darkest corners of her mind becoming the only sound and the only reality for Natalia as she dropped to her knees. Unable to keep her balance Natlia inclined the tray, which made the glass of wine to fall right into Alex's chest.

It took several seconds for Natalia to recover. The real world slowly pushed back the dark reminiscences to the bottom of Natalia's mind, until she finally became fully aware of her surrounding. Natalia looked up at Alex ruined shirt. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Please Sir forgive me..." Natalia said, tears rolling down her eyes as she tried to clean the wine from Alex's shirt with her apron. Her other hand was still closed tight around the crushed picture. So tight that her knuckles were turning white.

"Are you ok?" Asked Alex, that seemed to be much more worried about the maid's sudden collapse than his expensive italian shirt.

"Yes... I am ok..." Natalia said not very convincingly as she was still trembling and crying. "It is only a shirt...don't worry... Can you stand up?" Alex asked as he crouched to help Natalia get up. The dark-haired maid just nodded as she picked the empty glass and her tray and as soon as she get up, she stumbled like hald drunk out of the party and back into the kitchen, leaving Alex with a puzzled worried look on his face.

"What was that about?" Marisa asked, her and Li coming over to stand next Alex, the Chinese woman also wiping at his shirt.
"I think one of the maids is feeling ill." he replied. "Don't worry about it Li.."
His addition came when his fiance's eyes narrowed at the large stain that was forming. "I can always get a new shirt."
"I'll have to make sure that the maid service is tipped extra for this." Marisa said. "This party has a lot more people in it then the quiet get togethers we usually have on this day."
"You two are way too nice to the staff sometimes." Li shrugged. "But if you think this is a big party, wait until you see our wedding plans."
Alex laughed nervously.
"Well, it's late and I have a photo shoot tomorrow morning, so it's off to home and bed for me." Li said, giving her husband to be a kiss. "Have fun, all! And 'Risa, if you ever get tired of the wrestling thing, come model with me. East meets West is the trend is two person shoots these days!"
With that, Li left the two, heading to door to be shown out.
Alex sighed.
"She's a handful." he said with a wry smile. "How is the wrestling thing going? And that girl...Tana?"
"I win some, I lose some. Fun is had by all." Marisa said. "Tana is...well she's Tana. And I'd like to keep her and the AFW separated from my past. To them, I'm the sultry, carefree former model who loves a good sexfight. That's all they need to know. Why Alex...have YOU been watching my matches?"
"Maybe...yes." came Alex's reply.
The two laughed, while taking a look around. The party did seem to be winding down.
"Well, I think I should tell the staff to start getting things..." Alex began but Marisa put a finger over his mouth. "...clean."
The former model started walking away. heading up a small spiral staircase that led up to the private part of her penthouse, where her bedroom lay. As she reached the top, she looked back over her shoulder towards him, letting one of the straps of her dress slide down off her shoulder. Then she went out of sight, stepping into her bedroom.
Alex made sure Marisa was far ahead of him before also heading up the stairs, trusting the staff to usher out the last of the guests and handle the cleanup as they always have. Once he reached the door of her room, he knocked, only to have Marisa open the door quickly and pull him inside before shutting it again.

Natalia rushed in the kitchen, where apparently everybody was too busy to pay her much attention. She managed to avoid being found by the same French guy that had sent her out before and sneaked into a tiny service room where she hid from everybody. Locked up there, still sobbing shocked Natalia unfolded the crushed picture on her hand. She looked at it again intensely, tears falling from her beautiful blue eyes into the partially torn pic. Natalia shook her head in disbelief as she leaned into the wall and slowly slid down to her butt, curling up her legs to close her knees to her chest. . She brought the pic against her chest, feeling her heart beating like a drum and started to cry. Chills run up and down her coiled body as every sound she heard reminded her of THAT laughter.

Sinking her head between her knees, Natalia cried her heart out while the party continued outside, until finally the exhaustion beat her and she felt asleep in the floor.

The party sounds died out and soon everybody left, leaving the luxurious penthouse completely empty and completely silent. A loud thunder woke up a very scared Natalia from her uneasy sleep. The storm was ragging furiously outside and as Natalia opened the door and crawled ouside, the lightings illuminated everything. It was all so quiet and dead... And dark. It was hard to believe that this kitchen and the hall outside had been the place for such a lively party. Natalia stood up and walked out of the kitchen, noticing a single light turned on upstairs. Natalia took one more look at the torn picture, a lighting split the sky in the huge window that allowed Natalia to see the beautiful city lights.

There was no doubt. That was Marisa... And Miss M.

Natalia heard a cute female giggle coming from upstairs and she walked up the steps looking as grim as an specter in the dark. She had come here to challenge Marisa to a sexfight, but that was now the last of her thoughts. This picture demanded an explanation. And Natalia was going to get it no matter what.

The dark-haired girl approached the door from which the line of light escaped, She heard that giggle again, followed by the voice of a woman. It was Marisa. Natalia's muscles tightened as she prepared to break into the room, when she heard a second voice, a male. She quickly jumped to the side and flattened her body against the wall.

The door to Marisa's room opened, revealing Alex and Marisa, the woman wrapped in a towel. With the main lights off, Natalia was well hidden in the shadows.
"Well, it's long past midnight." Alex said. "So the anniversary of Monique's fall is done." he said, looking back to Marisa.
He blinked as Marisa's arms wrapped around him from behind.
"Thank you...for now, and for..back then." she said quietly. "If it wasn't for you we'd still-"
The rumpled man turned inside her arms and shook his head.
"Remember I thought we were done with looking back." he reminded her. "But..there is something I have to say. I know, whenever this day comes around each year or whenever the memories get to be too much you and I...we.."
"Um-hmm." Marisa nodded, understanding that Alex meant the sexual dalliances that the two had on this day every year, or whenever she found herself thinking too much of past times. On those days she needed more then just a simple romp in the bed. She needed to be held, to feel close to someone, and Alex fit the bill, given their history, despite the fact that Marisa preferred women over men.
"Well, with Li and I getting married, I can't, anymore. I don't want to hurt her, and you-" he began but paused when Marisa nodded.
"I knew this day was coming, when the two of you announced your engagement." she smiled. "It's ok, I understand. You'll always be my friend, in bed, out of it, whatever. As far as men go, you're pretty good. Li's getting a good deal. Now go home...but don't wake Li, she needs the beauty rest."
With that she gave him a kiss on the cheek as he said "Hey!" catching onto Marisa's teasing.
Shaking his head, he went down the stairs and out the front door, leaving Marisa's penthouse as she watched him go.
With a sigh, Marisa turned, watching the storm outside through the huge window for a moment, then went back to her room.

Natalia stood stiff and immobile like a statued while she heard Marisa and her lover spoke. The dark-haired beauty couldn't make much about what they were talking, save for concluding that Marisa was a slut. She took deep but quiet breathes as she tried to calm her pumping heart and waited until the boy left the house. Even after she heard the door of the pent-house and waited a couple of minutes more while she listened carefully around her, to make sure that the only ones left in the house were Marisa and herself.

The storn outside was only getting louder and with the continuous thunders Natalia find it extremely easy to slide into Marisa's room without being head. The blonde had her back turned to Natalia, making it very easily for her to move right behind Marisa. Holding the torn picture in one hand and still wearing the maid outfit Natalia attacked, putting one hand on Marisa's back and pushing her roughly against the bed hopping she would fall on it.

Marisa let out a startled "What the-!?" as she was suddenly pushed from behind. She was dumped onto the bed, face first but she managed to roll onto her back to look at her surprise guest. The former model was thinking it would be Alex, but pushing people really wasn't something he would do.
But to her surprise, illuminated by a flash of lightning stood...
"Natalia?!" Marisa exclaimed recognizing the girl from the AFW. "What are you doing here...?"
The shock of situation made it feel unreal, and she sat up, confused.

Natalia stood in front of the bed looking quite grim, if she wasn't so cute she may have even look scary. The maid uniform and the sore look in her eyes, giving away that she had been crying for hours, certainly helped to make her look less imposing. Still her body posture and the tone in her voice gave away that she wasn't here on friendly terms and she wasn't here to give explanations. Although in other situations Natalia would have felt happy that someone as Marisa recognized here, this time she paid no mind to it.

"This woman" Natalia said lifting the picture of Miss M in front of the blonde's face "From where you know her?" The authoritative tone alone in Natalia's voice held a slightly veiled threat. Marisa should be able to guess that if her answer was not satisfactory there was going to be violence.

Marisa gasped in shock at seeing the picture.
"Where did you get that?!" she exclaimed, getting to her feet. "Give that back, and get out! It's none of your business how we knew each other!"
There was just no way the model was going to reveal such a secret to someone who just broke into her apartment, and her eyes narrowed as they stared into Natalia's. In a friendlier time, Marisa might have thought them beautiful, but the former model had some boundries, and entering someone's home and asking driving questions about a painful moment in their past was over them, even for her.