Inside her hole of empty glass bottles and shame she calls a room – lies V//i. Tired from fighting in the ring, tipsy and full of regret, and ironically enough filled with gas too. Not exactly unfamiliar territory for the girl, as any of her friends would shudder at the cocking of a leg when around her. V//i removes her jacket and sits in her torso bandages and worn out pants, hunched over. The thoughts of her sister and love bat around her brain like pool balls, she just..has to be around someone..but she just finished her daily dose of hitting and sweating. What to do?
Before the thought leads to a cycle of self relief or another gulp, someone walks into V//i's room. Another ring fighter, who she's never seen before. Olive skinned, thick black hair in a wolf cut and fanged canines. She has a protruding stomach from a tattered vest, and stands thick in arms and legs, tall and imposing. Her voice low like V//i's but curious, and sultry. Like if wine could talk.
V//i sits up, embarrassed from being perceived before her own terms. The woman, named Karmen, walks in and stands in the tiny hall before V//i's bed and tiny room setup.
“You the girl?” Karmen asks. “What?” Vi softly replies.
Karmen rubs her chin. “Dude with the beard. Said something about you wanting to see me”
“I..” Vi realizes Loris made this request for her. “I uh..no. I'm not the girl”
Karmen looks at V//i scratches her back, and adjusts her legs to unclamp her panties, completely unshielded in her manarisms. Karmen chews on claw like nail and then lets her hand hang to her side.
“Yeah you are”
“Listen, I don't wanna..fuck you. That guy's a friend, and..this was just something he thought I needed"
“You need something. Cause..girl, it smells like booze and farts in here”
V//i's cheeks, lined with faded dark makeup, suddenly grow a touch of red. She stinks. Not body odor specifically but sweat, liquor and residual ass. She knows..but when you hear it, it ain't fun.
V//i runs her hand down her neck out of embarrassment. “Sorry"
Karmen's eyes close as her eyes dilate slightly. “For what?”
Karmen walks over to V//i and looks at her, not in a predatory sense but definitely a sense of wanting something with the energy of a need. “What, you like this?”
“Love it, cookie”
V//i's brain activates, like she's where Cait was back at the brothel. Eyes on her intimately, and even a dessert nickname. This wasn't real. She couldn't possibly be being flirted with-
“Oh..” A smirk washes over V//i's face. A bassy noise escapes V//i as she eases herself.
Karmen growls, toes curling in shoes. “Damm..my bad”
“More..”
“Pftt. What, rip ass again?”
Karmen calms herself. “I know you said you didn't wanna do it, but..I still figure we could explore some options”
V//i rolls her eyes but then chuckles, drunk enough to willingly fart on something other than her cushy cupcake's face.
“Eh, screw it. I got gas anyway”
Karmen sits on the stained bean bag against the wall, her legs spread out. V//i sits her muscular butt on Karmen and puts her arm on her knee, and chin on her hand, as fumes rip from the pent up girl. The room smells even worse after 3, but it doesn't cease as the bloat slowly ticks down. Karmen loves every moment, slightly clawing the bean bag. V//i though, starts thinking once again, about Caitlyn. The first intimate experience she's had in months, and not only that but with a women she hadn't met until recently..and doing something so..taboo.
V//i would pass gas around anybody, she didn't care. But intimately is new territory. She..kind of liked it – parking her firm ass and letting go. Always a big eater, in multiple ways, V//i is also a very flatulent person and despite tooting like a tuba in practice, there's also the private aspect of how gassy she actually is. Something only Ji//nx and Caitl//yn have been around. But now, she could rip drunk but all she wants and..sit on a woman's crotch.
Enough to..enough to..enough to.. V//i comes. A little bit after Karmen. V//i awkwardly stands up, as Karmen's eyes return to normal and her mood changes back to its initial near suductivity. Karmen huffs and puffs.
“I'll..smell you in the ring..hopefully”
V//i gives a dorky smirk and burps as she winks at Karmen, who walks satisfied from the room. V//i changes pants, cleans up, and starts throwing away her bottles. Under the spell of clarity, or perhaps humorously the smell of the room getting to her.
