London Calling

Addyson Queensbury had found herself in a bit of an ordeal. She had come to AFW on a long term assignment to deal with those in charge of the organization. After prearranging some meetings, acquiring allies and even having a match, the Brit had come to a point in the investigation that required her to do a whole lot of nothing. To keep herself sharp, she had been working with Japanese intelligence agencies and done work in Japan that involved any sort connection to England, even under the flimsiest of pretenses. She had been, as she put it, made to hurry up and wait on one end and baby sit Japanese Interpol on the other. It was getting tedious and tiresome.

As it goes, part of Addyson's assignment's involved 'getting to know' the AFW roster for potential allies and potential enemies. A dull task that she had left mainly to her assistant Pip There was always a few things that Addyson would tell her young assistant to pass along to her if she found on a particular file. One was that any and all English wrestlers were to be sent to Addyson.

The Commander liked to keep an eye on her fellow countrymen to make sure they were properly representing the Crown even overseas. Sarah Allison Watson would not escape Addyson's vigilant watch. When Addyson ran a simple background check, she was surprised to see who the woman really was. Addyson herself was quite familiar with the Watson family. While she, herself, did not have any direct dealings with them, it was part of her job to know who the major players in London were. Especially ones who had developed such a ruthless reputation as Allison's father's company. There were plenty of people she came across who were looking for any legal loophole, any slip up, any means necessary to take down someone they believed to be a corrupt ruiner of lives for the sake of the dollar.

Agents of the law nor the regulations in parliament seemed to be able to bring that family down, a testament to their genius, their resourcefulness or their luck. Probably a little of all three. When Addyson saw the name she had to smirk. Under different situations, Addyson herself may have been called in to try and take them down, just as she had done with other wealthy businesswomen of that family's ilk. It was right up her alley but the fates, or whoever, had lead Addyson to Japan, far far away from that family's 'blood money'. The boys back at home would be upset that Addyson didn't do what she could while she had one of the daughters right in front of her.

But as Addyson pushed into the spa and looked around, she mused at the thought. It seemed as though Sarah had been cut off. She'd done quite well all by herself. A strong, independent woman. Addyson's heart beat a little faster. If she was anything like Addyson thought she was, then it would be much more interesting dealing with her than whatever family she left back home.

"Right then, mu- err, Ma'am!" Pip said leaning towards the tall blonde, stuttering over her words. "Come 'ere for some super secret look-a-bout?"

Addyson ignored Pip with her eyes. "Certainly not anymore, thanks to your blabbering, Pip." She said casually as the redhead closed her mouth with both hands. Her eyes widened.

"No, Pip, I came here to see if this little slice of home in the middle of this daft country is worth the trouble." Addyson strode up to the counter and tapped on the counter lightly, tipping her hat at the attendant. "Pamper me. Spare no expense." She said not even pretending to speak Japanese. "Make it as good as if the Mistress had requested it personally." Addyson nodded. "In fact, please tell your employer that I'd like her to join me. I'll cover the expenses for that as well." Addyson turned and looked down at pip who had puppy dog eyes. "Massage for her. Feet only. Basic." She said stifly.

Pip let out a sigh. There was clearly disappointment in her tone but she bowed her head. "T-Thank you, Ma'am! Actually, my bunyon's thank ya! Been a right spot lately and me dogs could use a bit o' pamperin."

"Utterly disgusting. Please remember from time to time that you're indeed a woman and should bring a small modicum of class to everything you do. I know it's troublesome for a ninny such as yourself but I'll be forced to let you go if you cannot behave with even the smallest amount of dignity."

Pip snapped to attention. "Y-Yes, Ma'am! Classy as can be! That's Pip for ya!"

Addyson ignored her assistant and turned back to the attendant. "If your mistress asks, tell her that Ms. Queensbury has requested her. Addyson, Queensbury." As far as she was concerned, Addyson's name needed no further addition. It stood on its own.

Allison was fetched from her office by her youngest employee, Amy. She'd busied herself in her finances all morning and into the afternoon, even delaying her lunch because of it, and so while she didn't ever particularly care for being interrupted, this one was welcome.

She put down her tablet. "Addyson Queensbury? Hah." Surely this woman had already revealed more than enough about herself. Allison had no idea who she was, but evidently Ms Queensbury reveled in the idea that people might. "Thank you, darling, please prepare the private room and tell Ms Queensbury that I will be with her shortly."

Amy nodded and left. She was such a pretty girl. Naive, though, eager to please though not ambitious, a bright American girl with lustrous brown hair. Allison had perhaps the least in common with her of any of her employees, but she thought sometimes that she liked her the most.

Allison, of course, had no intention of rushing out to greet her guest. She took her time to wrap up a few things, and once she'd found a stopping point she put her work down and examined herself in a mirror on the wall adjacent to her desk, positioned behind a bookshelf so that a person sitting on the other side of the desk would not be able to see it. Her hair was impossibly perfect, despite the long hours of book work. She stood up, smoothed out her classic-looking, knee-length, navy blue dress, one with a high neckline, and paused at the mirror. She pulled a light yellow-orange silk scarf from a drawer and tied it around her neck so that it hung to one side. A fine silver bangle adorned one wrist, and her tasteful-extravagant heels put her at a hair under six feet. She went to greet her guest.

She pushed through the doors separating the front salon area from the rear spa area and immediately found Addyson with her eyes. She greeted her with a warm, professional smile and a soft, lingering handshake.

"Ms Addyson Queensbury, wonderful to meet you. My name is Allison Watson, welcome to my establishment. My staff are quite skilled, I'm sure they will make you very happy. But please, tell me, what can I do for you?"

Addyson knew the game. Allison was trying to make her sweat for whatever reason she thought she needed to. No skin off her back though. She used the opportunity to pleasantly inspect the lobby of the Spa.

When Allison finally emerged, Pip was the one who first caught sight of her. Full of youthful exuberance, she couldn't hold back her true thoughts and her eyes widened and mouth opened. "Oi, she's beautiful, Ma'am!" The mousy red-head gasped.

"Stunning." Addyson said in the tersest manner possible without even looking away from the piece of art tastefully hung in the lobby wall. Once she had finished speaking, she turned and looked back at Allison so they could engage properly as she discreetly looked over her fellow blond.

Addyson tipped her hat and gave Allison a smaller, courteous smile before extending her hand hand so the two of them shook vertically, rather than horizontally. , Addyson's thumb pressed across Allison's fingers for a firm yet feminine handshake.

"Charmed." She said with a bit more tone in her voice. Clearly she had meant this introduction. When Allison asked her question, Addyson smiled a bit more genuinely. She let her shoulders fall back a bit and relaxed her posture. "Don't let the stuffy uniform fool you." She said, nodding to her tight fitting outfit. "I assure you this visit is as casual as can be. To see how a fellow countryman could carve her place in such an unorthodox land is an opportunity that I would be daft to pass on." She said with a wry smile.

Allison's smile brightened slightly. "Oh, lovely. With great effort and deliberation, and the right people, and I'm sure I can spare some time to chat. Especially with a proper English lady, it's so nice to find a civilized person in this country." She said, without even noticing her unconscious slip, showing her contempt for Japan and for the Japanese. If she'd noticed, she'd have cursed herself for the loss of control.

"And who is this delightful young woman you've brought with you?" She asked, looking over at Pip. "Cathleen, are we serving this young lady today?"

A middle aged Scottish woman who appeared to be in charge responded. "Yes, Miss Watson, just a massage. Just a... foot massage."

Allison shook her head. "No, that won't do. Please take care of her for me." That was all she had to say to ensure the most luxurious treatment available for the young assistant. In another couple hours, Pip would never forget Allison Watson.

"Now then, my assistant is preparing a room for us. Please allow me to waive all of your fees for as long as you choose to stay with us today, it would be my pleasure. Shall we?" Allison placed a hand on Addyson's arm and gestured toward the door at the back. She gently ushered her toward the spa side, and took note of how firm and muscular Addyson's arm was. How very interesting.

"My sentiments exactly." Addyson said with the gretest sincerityshe could muster. Despite Allison's smile, she knew she had to bewary withthis one. But for now she was harmless, even if she was trying to sway her and her assistant with gifts. Pip seemed enthralled already. Addyson tried not to sigh at the neophyte's enthusiasm.

"It's Pip, Ma'am!" The young red head chirped. "That's bloody terrif of you to go an do all that, I'd say!" She turned her head and looked at Addyson hopefully. Addyson shook her head and waved her hand. "Very well... Wipe the drool off your lips at the very least though. I'm sure Ms. Watson wants to keep clean establishment."

Pip scrubbed her mouth with her arm. Addyson watched her scamper off. "Forgive her. I daresay neither of us were much better at that age." Addyson smirked. Of course she knew nothing of the youthful Allison but teenagers were teenagers through and through.

Addyson nodded and looked over Allison. She felt her touch and knew of the secret contact that women of teir ilk exchanged. Addyson was equally intrigued as she followed where Allison lead.

"Quite a charming little sort of place you have." Addyson said making polite conversation. "However did you come about it?"

Allison smiled silently, while her back was to Addyson as she led her down the hall to their private room. If she only had known her at that age.

"It was a restaurant." She said as she opened the door to the luxuriously appointed and utterly tasteful room. "When it became available, I purchased the space and demolished the interior. The renovations were quite costly." They'd nearly bankrupted her, in fact. "But by far the most difficult part was finding my staff. You'll note that I have very few, quite by design. I am quite careful with who I entrust to my business, and my girls are all quite capable. As I'm sure you will find out."

Sukiyo, a stunning Japanese women in her twenties with a serene face and silky black hair, was finishing preparations for Addyson. The air in the room seemed thicker, heavier, than the air outside. It was permeated by a subtle, sweet, undefinable scent, and the light seemed warmer and heavier than the lights elsewhere. With the ambiance, and the way the walls quickly dampened any sound, entering the room felt like slipping under the water in a warm bath.

Sukiyo approached Addyson, moving with a slow, deliberate, unhurried grace that resembled Allison's. "Miss Queensbury, I am Sukiyo. Please." She gestured to an ornate screen in the corner of the room that concealed the area where one would get changed. Behind it was a plush bench, on which was a very neatly folded robe that smelled of cinnamon.

"Are you in business yourself, Addyson?" Allison inquired. She got the distinct feeling that she was not, the uniform was a rather large clue, but it was as good a place to start as any.

Addyson listened to Allison's tale, as riveting as it was brief. It told a lot about the woman she was keeping company with. Allison hadn't seemed to disappoint Addyson's expectations yet. "I see. Very shrewd, Ms. Watson. Always nice to meet someone who knows what it's like to surround herself with good talent. I know Pip may seem like a daft fool but I'm certain one day she'll make Chief Constable once I'm through with her."

The room was not lost on Addyson either. She took in the delicate nature, the heat, the pleasant aroma. Everything was in its right place. If wrestling didn't pan out for Allison, she certainly was a smart entrepreneur.

Addyson nodded to Sukiyo and smiled a little bit. "Ah, yes. Addyson will do Sukiyo. In this lovely little place of relaxation I believe we can leave the formalities at the door. Bothersome really all these titles. I certainly don't know how you manage it here in Japan. Got a sir or madame to tack onto the end of a word for every day of the week it seems." Addyson turned and looked at Allison for both confirmation of her annoyance with the Japanese language and her desire to erase a few formalities between them. Sukiyo was an underling. Addyson would talk to her anyway she liked but for the moment Addyson considered Allison an equal. "What say you?" She asked before she stepped behind the curtain.

Addyson ran her finger along the robe and her eyes fell upon the delicate screen that would allow Allison to gaze at every curve of Addyson's shadowed figure. An interesting game for the both of them to occupy sometime while Addyson undressed and the two gentlewoman conversed. Addyson listened to the words as she took off her hat and very slowly, very consciously eased her clothes off.

"England is my business." She said curtly. "I work for British Intelligence. Queensbury's have been serving England as long as there's been an England and a Queensbury in the same place." She added. "Natural thing, you see."

Addyson slid off her top and bra and then slid her hand down her chest to feel the moisture of the room on her bare chest as well as to give Allison something to look at. She slid down her skirt and sat down on the bench as she undid her shoes and pulled off her stockings. She stood up again, stretching her body and letting the air circulate around her form. She was already feeling good. Coming here was a smashing idea if she did say so herself. Addyson then slid off her panties, folded all of her clothes neatly and pulled up the robe. She looked it over and pressed the robe against her cheek, acknowledged the scent and soft material and then slid it on carefully.

"I'm intrigued." She began. "As to why you chose to settle in Japan. If you absolutely must take your obvious skills away from England, Japan certainly seems a queer choice. Quite peculiar but... intriguing as I have stated."

Addyson the tied the robe up so she was covered, leaving as much cleavage showing as was tastefully appropriate before stepping out from behind the curtain and giving a small nod to Allison. Her motions demanded that Allison observe Addyson her. Addyson was silently challenging Allison to do the same so the two beauties could silently engage in judging one another on another level than they already were.

"I think a name is quite title enough, don't you?" Allison responded with a curt smile. "Intelligence, you say? How very interesting. You're quite a long way from England, what is it that's been keeping you busy?"

Allison mentally wrinkled her nose at the thought of having let in the bloody English government. How distasteful. Still, Addyson herself was quite interesting, and this was still an encounter she'd see through to the end.

She slid up to sit on the edge of the second massage table and neatly folded her legs. When Addyson emerged from the changing area, Allison only half-heartedly inspected her nails. She knew perfectly well that someone like Addyson would be after some measure of attention or admiration, she wanted to be impressive, and for that reason alone Allison gave her nothing.

"Please, lie down." Said Sukiyo.

Amy entered the room, and showed some hesitation before moving to the second massage table and arranging things on the table next to it. Allison gave Addyson only a brief glance as she stood up from the table, and then casually reached to her side to unzip her dress. She slipped off her heels and let the dress fall off each of her shoulders. She let it linger for a moment before letting it slide down, catching it with two fingers so as not to let it fall in a heap on the floor. She tossed it to Amy.

She stood in only matching blue and ivory bra and panties with every bit as much confidence and poise as she would in anything else. There was not even a flicker of self consciousness, even as she reached behind to unhook her bra. She sat again on her massage table and let her bra fall and hooked her thumbs under the panty strings over her hips just as Amy covered her with a heavy, velvety blanket, all the way up to her neck. She laid on her back and Amy placed a pillow under her head.

Sukiyo, meanwhile, did the same for Addison. "You may remove your robe." She said politely, once she was under the blanket. The attendants began to rub an oil on their hands and to gently but firmly probe the skin of their clients' face and neck while they decided on the specifics of the treatment. Amy, of course, already knew what Allison herself preferred, but she knew better than to treat Allison as if she'd seen her before. She was always expected to practice, and to use her intuition before her memory.

"Why Japan, you said?" Allison said, as if only just remembering that she'd been spoken to. "It's quite simply, England became much too small for me. It is unfortunate, but the largest stage for a woman in professional wrestling is in Japan. I've no interest in settling for lesser things. Tell me, though, what exactly is it that you do here? Certainly they did not send you six thousand miles to tie you to a desk."

"This and that." She said with a casual flick of her tongue. "Idle Hands and all that." She added, keeping from bringing up the AFW or wrestling as long as possible. The dynamic of the outing may change once the chips were laid down and Addyson wanted things to be as pleasant as possible for as long as she could.

She was well aware of Allison's attempts to look at her. She took a note and when Allison so brazenly stripped, Addyson gave her the same sort of ignorance. When it came time for her, she pulled the robe robe and let it fall into the arms of the waiting attendant. "Right, then." She muttered before she, too, laid on the massage table.

She allowed a soft, pleasant sigh to escape her lips as the girl went to work. "Bloody wonderful." She said as she closed her eyes. A rare bit of letting loose her stiffness as she listened to Allison's words.

"Wrestling." She said aloud. "Honestly, I'm still surprised. It was hard to picture a woman of your taste being quite interested in wrestling. However, your words speak passion. Brilliant." She added. "That such a fine establishment would merely be a means to a different sort of end. "Allison, you are a treasure of a woman." She said genuinely. She didn't mind complimenting the woman.

"We've come to Japan, it seems, for the same reasons. Professional Wrestling. An odd sort of coincidence, but a pleasant one in my book." Addyson paused for the moment. "AFW." She said the three simple letters. Allison knew. "I've been enrolled. I work for Cassandra Sellers for the moment. Under her employ for as long as she's able to keep her hands on the reigns. I have been sent by the British Intelligence to yank those reigns harshly from her grip."

Allison couldn't help but give a dainty but genuine laugh. "So England is getting into the wrestling business? It's about time that money went somewhere worthwhile, even if it is in Japan."

The attendants began to methodically rub unique blended creams into the facial skin of their respective clients. Allison let her body quickly relax. "Within every medium, there are artists, and they are typically the minority. Often people are quick to judge by the more visible, and so are surprised to find someone unlike the rest. The principles of business and of wrestling are quite similar. At least, the way I practice them.

"But perhaps you're already aware of this. Have you had a match yet? A woman such as yourself would be an utter delight in the ring. I've not had any dealings with Ms Sellers, not personally, why is it that the English government feels compelled to relieve her of her position?"