Sappy

Jocelyn padded nervously around the backstage area of the AFW facility. She bit her lower lip as she looked around. Usually she wore a petulant scowl as she stalked around the back stage but today things were different. Ever since her last match, her thoughts had been elsewhere. On her opponent, Allison Watson.

She had been conflicted and confused after the match. Allison had left her beaten and when she had awoken from being choked and smothered, instead of being angry for another pitiful loss, she was left wanting. She went back and forth again and again over the course of the next week or so. That long period of contemplation led her to her current situation.

She had to find out the truth. Maybe Allison was different outside of the ring. Maybe she meant all those things she said about how lovely Jocelyn was. It seemed to make sense that in the ring she couldn't properly express it. If she could just get to talk to her in private than maybe she could get the truth.

That was why she was now dressed in a lovely red and gold trimmed Chinese dress, similar to her ring outfit but far fancier. She had red colored pair of hose on and boldly decided to go without underwear to help her look. She had even put on a little bit of make up. Truthfully she had spent a few hours deciding on the level of make up, if any, she would wear. after applying and reapplying over and over, she went with a modest red lip stick, a small amount of blush and some deep eyeliner to try and make her eyelashes stand out.

Se carried a bouquet of flowers with her as she walked around and when she neared Allison's dressing room, she looked at them and frowned. "This is stupid...' She muttered and tossed them into the trash before shuffling towards Allison's dressing room door and giving it a meek knock. She sighed and swallowed hard. She didn't even really know what she was going to say.

Allison sat relaxing in her dressing room after attending a promotional photo shoot. It was about time that the powers-that-be saw fit to put her in print, but their staff was woefully unskilled. What should've taken an hour with time for hair and makeup took nearly four. They clearly had no vision, and were unable to clearly communicate their expectations to her, even though she had very clearly communicated to them that she didn't care in the least for what they wanted from her. Their incompetence was boundless.

She was tired, still wearing the leather-belted black bikini that was part of her usual ring attire. She sat in a plush rolling chair in front of her mirror with her second glass of pinot noir and a collection of Ginsberg. A copy of Alice In Wonderland sat on the table in front of her, next to the remains of a caprese salad and the vest from her ring gear. Her tall gray boots were flopped over on the floor next to the table. She was relaxed, the combination of wine and poetry was able to soothe away nearly every bit of stress from her day.

A knock came at the door. Someone meek and weak willed, certainly not someone who would have anything to add to her evening beyond cause for more wine and poetry. After she reached a stopping point in her book, she marked the page and set it down. She closed her deep red silk robe as she stood up and moved gracefully to the door.

She opened it. "Yes?" She said, her voice velvety and warm. Standing in the hallway was one of the last people she'd have expected to see... but then maybe not. It did make sense that this little one would come seek her out. Part of her had even hoped that she would. Perhaps this weak-willed little girl, trying desperately to appear more to have more taste and refinement than she did, would add something to her night after all. A faint smile tickled her lips, and she let out a single low laugh, amused.

Silently, with her eyes, she invited Jocelyn in and returned to her chair, sweeping her robe across and folding her legs as she did. She picked up her wine glass and held Jocelyn's eyes with her own.

"What a pleasure to see you again, my feckless little friend." She said, her smooth, posh accent sounding a little less condescending by the second glass of wine.

Jocelyn's heart skipped a beat as Allison opened the door and revealed herself in a scant but alluring robe. The way she spoke to her, starting off their conversation with a compliment, and something that seemed less like a compliment, that she didn't really know what it was or payed attention to, was absolute heaven. Her cheeks flushed deeply, emphasized by the blush she put on, and she looked at Allison sheepishly. Her foot nervously twitched back and forth and she entered with a slight surprise as Allison stepped away from her.

"G-G'day...'

That was all she could mutter back as Allison was already halfway back to her seat. Jocelyn stepped into the posh dressing room and closed the door, pressing up against it, pushing out her small peaks as she felt the cool door against her exposed back. She panted softly as Allison seemed to not pay attention to her. She thought for a second that it wasn't wise to have thrown the flowers away but then pushed some of her untamed hair out of her face and swallowed, looking at Allison.

"A-Allison..."

It was weird saying her name like that. She swallowed once more and spoke again, blushing. "I.. I had to see you again." She spoke nervously. She turned her head. "I'm... I'm sorry for acting like such a horrible cunt in the ring. You didn't deserve that, I know that now, it's.. It's just been rough lately, that's all."

Why was she telling all of this to a stranger. "And.. And the things you said to me in the ring... I had to know if you meant them or if you were just stringing me along like every other fucking dish licking bitch around here." Even without her usual scowl, it seemed like she still had quite the sailor's mouth. After she spoke, she looked up hopefully at Allison. She wanted to hear more from this woman and yet, she still kept close tot he door, ready to break at any moment shit might hit the fan.

Allison didn't laugh. She didn't even smile. She wasn't sure that she even thought that this girl's haphazard intrusion was funny to her, or just bothersome. She affixed her piercing green eyes to Jocelyn's face and looked her over like she was assessing a contestant in a beauty pageant.

She took a long sip of her wine and set the glass down before standing up and approaching Jocelyn. She kept her robe closed and brushed a strand of hair back into place with her index finger. She reached out and took Jocelyn's chin between her thumb and finger, still without looking her in the eye, and clicked her tongue disapprovingly.

"Come here." She commanded softly, and ushered Jocelyn to her chair. She removed a few plastic cases from a drawer under her table and damped a cloth with something from a small bottle, and then began to delicately and precisely dab and wipe at Jocelyn's cheeks and eyes, removing bits of makeup.

"Sub-par, to say the least. This won't do at all. If you won't take the time to learn to apply your own makeup properly, visit my spa, I can give you the address." She said, somewhat absently, while she attended to Jocelyn's face. "Now what were you on about?"

Jocelyn was nervous coming into Allison's den. But even though she was tense, she tried to remain calm. She didn't come for a fight or confrontation, she wanted to be around and be near and maybe even hear some of those nice things again. Jocelyn inhaled deeply when Allison shot her gaze her way. She tried to keep it as inconspicuous as possible but it was very hard.

Jocelyn tensed as Allison grabbed her chin, a wanting yet fearful response as if she was a dog wanting attention and yet expecting scorn. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest but the disproving click stopped it instantly.

Jocelyn nodded and instantly did as she was told. She sat down and with wide, curious eyes wondered what she was in store for. She didn't stop Allison from dabbing away her make up. Instead, she cursed herself for allowing herself to get caught up in looking good and yet failing on all fronts. She blushed furiously and did her best to keep from squirming as Allison scolded her and wiped away her make up. But really, it made her blush even more. Jocelyn was doting on her, scolding her as though she wanted her to be a real lady. It was more than she could have imagined.

Jocelyn's eyes widened when Allison said she owned a spa. "I.. err.. I barely wear make up... I.." She paused and lowered her head. "I did this for yo...' She whispered, hoping Allison wouldn't hear. She perked up again. "You own a spa?!" She seemed excited at the thought. "Y-Yes, Please give me the address, I'll certainly stop by the next time you're there." She hoped that they could meet up again. "That's pretty ripper that you can wrestle and still manage to take care of a Spa." Suddenly just calling her Allison didn't seem right. She stuttered and turned her head, her voice breaking just a bit as she spoke her next words. "M-Ms. Allison."

Jocelyn suddenly realized that Allison was looking for her to restate the point of her visit. She swallowed hard, looking up at Allison. "I.. Our match. Those things.. um.. and... stuff..." She was a nervous wreck but dug her fingers into her red dress and closed her eyes before looking up at Allison.

"I need to know how you really feel about me!" She declared. "You said things in the ring that I've never heard anyone say. You're so wonderful and so beautiful. I was stupid and jealous. You're not an ugly cunt, you're fantastic! P-Please tell me you weren't leading me on! If you were just trying to get a rise out of me, I don't think I could take it! Please tell me you meant it when you said you thought I could be beautiful, Ms. Allison!"

Jocelyn had never confessed anything like this to anyone before. Not even Yi. She was acting like a kid with a crush and she didn't know why she suddenly allowed herself to be vulnerable tot his woman, but confessing felt like the right course of action.

"Yes, I own a spa. I don't manage it." Allison said simply.

She raised an eyebrow as Jocelyn began tripping over her words. By the end, she wore a small, genuine smile, though not the sort Jocelyn would have liked. She finished stripping away all of Jocelyn's makeup, and she disposed of the cloth and opened the plastic cases, revealing long lines of different colored makeup, before she responded at all.

"I am not 'Ms Allison'." She corrected. "Though, how interesting... You must feel very strongly if you've found the nerve to come here and speak to me like this." She inspected Jocelyn's face again, her natural face, and made mental notes about her intended look. She looked over her palates and picked out colors.

She drew a long, slow breath before she spoke again. "Darling..." She let the word linger in the air for a moment. "I see in you the raw materials that could be fashioned into a woman of note. Someone interesting, intriguing... I think perhaps you could understand the principles that apply. But... looking at you, uncultured, uncouth, unrefined, and inexperienced... I doubt that you have the resolve to do it."

She began briskly applying a foundation to Jocelyn's skin, and gave the girl a moment to consider the words.

Jocelyn was a little disappointed at Allison's answer. Jocelyn was looking forward to seeing Allison again at a nice shop but it seemed like it was not meant to be. She sighed slightly as she carefully watched Allison attend to her. Dolling her up, as it were.

Jocelyn nodded as she heard Allison's words. "What do I call you then? It.. it feels a little weird just calling you Allison. I'm not usually one for pleasantries either. ' Jocelyn looked away for a moment. "Though... I don't really give a dingo's bum about formalities either..." She muttered to herself and blushed a little.

The Chistralian nodded quickly at Allison's words. "Well... I do... I don't know why..." She seemed to be thinking aloud a bit. "I've never even done this before, even towards any of my ..." She paused a bit and her fingers curled against the chair. She was about to speak when Allison suddenly revealed herself.

Jocelyn watched as Allison picked out some make up for her. She blushed at the thought of getting a professional to do some work on her. She leaned back and closed her eyes as she listened to Allison semi-deride, semi-praise her.

She inhaled deeply. "Fuck you..." She muttered in a low tone. "Don't... GET ... my hopes up!" She opened her eyes and looked sternly at Allison. "Don't tell me those things and then say I'm not good enough!"She let Allison apply the foundation and eased back a little bit. She was tense but relaxed. It was a very strange feeling.

"I have the resolve to do anything, don't question me..." She said sharply. "I'm here now, aren't I? Pouring out my feelings to a fucking stranger because she said some nice things. Because I thought she was different and understood me a little bit. I'm tired of everyone always looking down on me...."

She screwed her eyes up to look at Allison coldly. "I'm not some fucking freak, you got that?"

Allison remained unphased by Jocelyn's outburst. She began applying eye makeup with nimble, practiced hands.

"I'm not at all worried about any freakishness, as it were. It would do no good for me to be any less than forthright, just as you've been... You are certainly welcome to prove me wrong. Certainly I would not benefit at all from your weakness, but perhaps we can both benefit from your strength... If you feel as though you can access some of it and exercise a bit of restraint. Appearances are quite important, darling." Allison's voice stayed quiet, soft, and relaxed. Except for showing up the way she did, this little one had no surprises for her.

"Now if I'm to understand you correctly, you want what I've got, and perhaps you even want me. Good. You shall have what I do, if you are able to take it. And perhaps you will be rewarded for your efforts." She said, deliberately leading Jocelyn to be more hopeful than would have been appropriate.

Jocelyn listened to Allison's words. Hot and cold this woman was. At least this time she started off deriding her and then complimented her, sort of. She was about to speak but held her tongue for the moment. There was nothing like heeding her advice right away and showing some restraint.

Jocelyn bit her lips at what Allison said. "Maybe, yes. Um.. Sort of." She stammered. "I just want to be respected and not looked down on. And .. umm..." Jocelyn blushed deeply and lowered her eyes. "Well... You are very pretty... and... I can't say I haven't thought about what it might be like to have a shag or two." Jocelyn then swallowed hard. "I mean... I doubt I'm worth anything more than that to you..." Jocelyn snorted a sullen sigh through her nose. "If I'm even worth that..." She muttered. She was getting the sinking feeling that she was being used by Allison, strung along and anything else. But somehow, Allison was intoxicating. She wanted more. What she just said to Allison was even toned back a bit from how she truly felt.

Allison finished Jocelyn's eye makeup while she spoke. She'd used less, and it was lighter, but accomplished greater, more tasteful effect, and the result was somewhat startling. Jocelyn's big, dark brown eyes were an excellent canvas, and now they were dramatic and sexy without looking like a thickly-painted prostitute.

Allison shows a slight glimmer of a frown as Jocelyn finished. She put materials back in the drawer, and then turned and without warning gave Jocelyn a hard slap across the face, with enough force to throw her sideways out of her chair and onto the floor.

She leaned down closer to her. "D'you respect me?" She asked, a hint of anger showing through her icy calm. "D'you think I earn respect by groveling and self deprecating indiscriminately? You're afraid. That is understandable, but unacceptable. Stand up."