((IT'S AN INKLESS PEN)) [Christina]

[Aisha Lee]

Jen was one of the richer girls in the Cave of Wonders. She was tall, had bubblegum pink hair and curled round poles like a python; making every other woman in the vicinity feel physically inept. No one really knew much about her - only that she was one of the most trusted girls there and that she had a drug taking past. But she had this determined look about her that made no one question her, as intimidating as someone with pink hair could be. She happened to work most of the days that Aisha did, and knowing Jen happened to have both a car and rich clients, Aisha had asked if she could drop her off at the tower. The other girl, as unsuspecting as the rest of her friends had agreed and at five minutes to eleven the redhead found herself staring up at one of the most impressive buildings she had ever seen, after waving goodbye to a pink haired stripper in a Mini.

Well, it was a million miles away from a caravan on a roadside verge.

Pulling out her phone to check the apartment number again she swallowed before walking up to the majestic double doors at the front of the apartment block, trying to look like she was confident to be here. She made it into the lobby before being stopped by a bulky security guard in a smart suit; who looked her in the way that most did - trash. Everything about her screamed hooker, from the brightly dyed red hair, her hastily buttoned up blouse she had quickly thrown on after her shift to her fishnet tights and high heels. “I’m here on request by Ms. Hartman.” She finally managed to squeak out. The guard raised his heavy eyebrows, knowing better to question anything the said woman wanted and stepped aside.

Tottering into the elevator Aisha knotted her fingers together and her dark eyes watched the dial switch up to the higher levels as she sped up towards Christina’s apartment. The time on her phone said a minute to eleven, and she hoped it was a couple of minutes fast. She had a pretty good idea that getting on the wrong side of Christina probably wasn’t the best idea. The lift juddered to a halt and a cheerful ‘bing’ informed her she was at the right level, making Aisha jump. Scuttling out of the elevator she paced down to the right door, her mouth felt like it was full of sand and her heart seemed to thump in her ears.

It was oddly quiet on this level, either the residents were asleep or had gone out. Probably the latter, the place was done up so nicely she could imagine that the residents were either rich business types like Christina, or celebrities who would be photographed falling out of the Red Light District in a few hours time. The door with the right number loomed before her and she tapped on it, waiting for it’s resident to open.

[Christina Hartman]

Poised, and ready, Christina sat in the main foyer area of the luxurious suite in the Tower. Watching and waiting as the seconds ticked away, awaiting her visitor with mild impatience. God help the woman if she was as much as a minute late. Of course, the time meant nothing, really, as she had more than enough to spare...But it would provide a lovely excuse to further abuse the girl. A wicked grin spread across her features at the thought, blood lust rising, bubbling just below the surface, heart rate already picking up in anticipation. Two minutes till... She could only hope the poor girl hadn't been held up by security. The oafs should know by now, what it meant to deny Christina her prey. Which,, she had to remind herself, wasn't a category Aisha quite fit into. If all went well, she would one of very few -- business partners excluded -- who would enter her flat and live to talk about it.

The soft knock at the door came at eleven on the dot, almost too quiet for her to notice, and she narrowed her eyes at the clock, as though it had betrayed her. If the woman was so concerned with punctuality, evidently she had left an imprint on her. As it should be. Standing swiftly, she crossed to the door, hand lingering over the handle for a moment, letting the woman on the opposite side of the wooden barrier squirm. After a few seconds, she pulled the door open, stepping forward to lean lightly against the door frame, her eyes leisurely trailing the length of the woman's figure, upper lip curling upwards in disdain. Aside from their somewhat interesting initial meeting, there had been little evidence of the petite redhead's profession. So much so, that Christina had nearly managed to forget.

Her appearance now, however, served as quite the reminder. Every part of the ensemble made her job painfully apparent, disgustingly so. And judging by the way her shirt was askew, and the faint stench of cigarette smoke and alcohol she carried with her, she was just coming off a shift. Oh, they were going to have to have a talk about this later...It was in bad taste to bring such individuals into the Tower. That was what the Agrabah Hotels existed for. Eyes lingering on the girl a moment longer, she stepped aside, back into the suite, motioning for the woman to follow, not breaking the silence just yet. After all, she had yet to decide just what she was going to do with the poor lost soul she had managed to ensnare.

[Aisha Lee]

No answer.

For a moment, Aisha thought she might have gotten the wrong address. She had done that before, but the difference was that she wasn’t visiting some forty year old loser, she was visiting perhaps the most dangerous woman she had met in her life. She drew in her breath slowly, and released it again through her teeth, her hands twisting themselves into knots as she waited for any response. If she didn’t get anything she’d try again, or ring Christina. Her right hand twitched towards her pocket, to get her phone and double check her address, but in perfect timing she saw the door handle frown and the door opened to reveal Christina.

In complete contrast to herself, the dark haired woman looked completely relaxed, in her element. Aisha felt her eyes travelling over her body though remained still, trying not to flinch or squirm under Christina’s gaze. Watching her reaction - disapproval, disgust even, made Aisha feel lower than she already did before if possible. It wasn’t like she always felt sensitive whenever people stared, after all, she was a stripper after all, but right now Christina made her feel like something that needed to be swept off the streets and disposed of.

And she said nothing.

Biting on her lip nervously, Aisha followed Christina into her apartment. To say that it was a lot nicer than her own accommodation would be an understatement. She watched Christina’s retreating back, her lips pulling down in a confused frown. “I-er, didn’t have time to get changed.” She offered her a weak smile, turning to shut the door before facing the other woman again.

ooc; sorry for the shortness >.<

[Christina Hartman]

The woman standing before her was the very picture of tense and uncomfortable...with just a touch of fear thrown in, and despite her unfortunate choice in clothing, she was perfect. Striding smoothly back into the recesses of the apartment, she turned, watching expectantly as the other woman -- girl, really, despite her rather...mature profession -- chewed on her lower lip, before finally making her way properly inside. A few more moments of silence, and the faux-redhead frowned, the confusion she was feeling evident through her lovely features. It was almost enough to draw a smile from Christina, but she remained stoic, features devoid of emotion. Even as Aisha offered a weak excuse, and an ever weaker smile.

As she turned to close the door, Christina made her way back over towards her, eyes trained, as always, on the girl, walking a slow circle around her. Examining her. Looking somewhere between a scientist, observing some fascinating new development, and a hunter stalking her prey. As she made her way around, she reached out, tracing her fingers lightly along the skin of her neck, just barely feeling the pulse beating away below her skin. Having now come full circle, she halted her progress, standing still, facing the woman, and gently tilting her chin up with a finger. She leaned in, just ever so slightly, pondering her next course of action.

She would admit, of course, that Aisha was beautiful. She had admitted it...and the idiot child had demanded proof that she'd thought so. That had effectively put an end to Christina's desire to compliment her. Now, or ever. Except for brief, fleeting moments, like this one, before anything had begun, when she could all but taste the girl's apprehension... That was when she felt the strongest pull towards her. The most attraction, the most sympathy, the most pure, unrestricted desire for both body and blood...

Trailing her index finger back down, softly, slowly, she eventually reached the top button of her blouse. She considered, for a moment, reminding the girl of her place, and demanding her to strip, but in the end, decided no. There would always be opportunities, and she wanted to make this memorable for more than just irreparable psychological damage. There would be enough of that anyways. Staring Aisha down, dead in the eye, she went about her work, slowly, teasingly, undoing the blouse button by button, before sliding it softly off the woman's shoulders, and allowing it to fall to the ground.

The sight before her now was much preferable, she decided, the barest hint of a smile ghosting across her features. "Much better..." she breathed, the breaking her silence for the first time, eyes roaming the bare expanse of skin once more, though the expression of disdain was replaced with one...almost akin to admiration. After all, she could appreciate the beauty of a blank canvas.

[Aisha Lee]

What was so scary about Christina…Aisha could put her finger on it now. The woman was damn near impossible to predict; she barely knew her, but that was the most striking thing about her. It was quite attractive in a way, thrilling at first, then the redhead found out Christina’s…kinks. An underestimated word. Being in her profession, she was quite used to, strange, requests; but this was a whole new game. Especially with such a dangerous player like Christina. The fact she showed no emotion at all made the enigma even harder - a smooth mask that didn’t let her victim know what she was thinking. Watching the dark haired woman make her way over, Aisha was suddenly struck with the image of a snake. Sexy, seductive, but downright dangerous.

She was trying to scare her. She didn’t need to. It took all of Aisha’s power to look as if she was calm. Dark eyes stared down at a spot on the floor and she unclenched her hands, relaxing the muscles in her arms and jaw as if she was relaxed to be here; as if it was the done thing. This had all been going well until she felt the other woman’s touch, barely there, trace along her neck. She shivered in spite of herself, mostly out of pleasure, but there was a hint of apprehension too. Just what Christina had in mind, whatever it was, was bound to make her nervous.

It wasn’t even her bloodlust that made Aisha feel tense. Sure, it was the sort of thing she would voluntarily do, given her choice; plus it was painful. It was more the sheer dominance of the other woman, the way she did exactly what she wanted and knew she could do it; that was the most intimidating thing about her. Sure it made her attractive as hell, as if she wasn’t before, but also the power she had over Aisha made her feel threatened too. She had accepted willingly belonging to Christina, without realising how the dark haired woman could make her feel.

Feeling a finger under her chin she raised up her head obediently, her eyes staring straight into Christina’s ones. She remained motionless, deciding that this was always going to be the best tactic with Christina. Let her do what she wanted, unless provoked. She held her breath as she felt the woman’s fingers on the top of her blouse, her eyes locked into staring Christina down as she was undressed. Looking away and breaking the contact would be weak.

She shivered as her newly exposed skin adjusted to the air around her and the faintest of smiles ghosted about her face as Christina finally broke the silence, taking her in without her shirt. Aisha didn’t know how to respond to the other woman, so kept quiet. Her hand twitched involuntary, seeking to return the favour, although she restrained herself. She had tried doing something like that before - going against Christina; and it hadn’t ended well.

[Christina Hartman]

The girl was afraid -- that much was abundantly clear. Despite her best efforts to hide it, Christina still managed to pick up on the subtle hints and nuances that gave her away. Made her an open book. It was a gift that many people like her, those a bit...shall we say deficient in their own emotion, possessed. Even in spite of her fear, the redhead was making a valiant effort to appear relaxed, and at ease. Her calm facade only broken briefly, as she shivered under the light touch at her neck. Christina reveled in the way she could draw reactions from her, moments of pleasure amidst the fear...and she wasn't sure which was more beautiful to her.

It was that divine combination of fear and attraction that Aisha showed her that had Christina so drawn in. Despite the fact that the woman had borne witness to her darker nature, and even experienced it first hand, Aisha would keep coming, managing to find pleasure through the pain, and that astounded her. Her hands absentmindedly roamed the soft expanse of skin that was the woman's newly exposed stomach as she maintained eye contact, mulling over the possibilities in her head. Fear was good -- god, no. It was brilliant -- but not too much. She didn't want to push too hard, and drive the woman away. It would be a pity to have to kill someone so beautiful...

The corner of her lip twitched upwards in an involuntary smile. Even though the movement was barely there, she had caught the way Aisha had started towards her, before catching herself. The self control she exhibited was admirable, as was her...well, no, not quite naivety. Her persistence. The fact that despite the situation she was in, the imminent, looming threat of serious bodily harm, that she had still yearned to reciprocate, despite the fact that Christina was so clearly a danger to her. The smile that had momentarily crossed the red haired woman's features as she had broken her heavy silence hadn't escaped her notice either. She found it strange -- so strange -- that it had been genuine. Not a smile forced for appearance's sake, but one that had been entirely unintentional, in all likelihood. Such a bizarre reaction to have towards your captor.

Leaning forward, loose dark hair spilling forward into her face, she pressed her lips softly to the crook of Aisha's neck, the point where neck met shoulder, once more feeling the race of her pulse. Smiling against the skin, her breath escaped in a small sigh, before she pulled back, straightening, and regarding the woman properly once more. She had, other than her slight slip, remained perfectly motionless, perfectly obedient, despite the fact that no commands had been given...perfectly submissive. Any trace of the defiance she had exhibited in the bar had all but vanished...perhaps because they were no longer in public? Away from the watchful eyes of anyone who could intervene and come to her rescue? Regardless. After a moment, she inclined her head in a small nod, giving the woman her unspoken permission to do what she would.

[Aisha Lee]

As Christina ran her hands over her stomach, Aisha suppressed any sort of noise she would have willingly made, had it not been this woman in front of her doing it. She knew too well how Christina might react, and although she had not given any command, standing still and shutting up seemed like the most sensible option. Instead, her skin merely rippled in a shiver as the dark haired woman’s fingers crossed it. She didn’t want to show the satisfaction she was getting out of this danger game just yet, keep Christina holding on a little bit longer.

What she hadn’t been expecting was a smile from the other woman. Inside Aisha felt momentarily spurred on by the brief show of emotion from Christina, perhaps she was finally doing something right. Yeah Christina could do whatever she felt like, and that could be disastrous in that case, but there was something attractive in that spitfire attitude that Aisha couldn’t get enough of. Fear had kept her quiet, but she was finding it hard to not show the other woman how she was feeling. That was what she did for a living, so not being able to do it to someone she actually found attractive was hard.

She felt her stomach twist itself in knots as Christina leant forwards, half tempted to push back her dark hair as it spilled into her face before her lips met Aisha’s own skin. She felt her muscles stiffen, a gasp hissing through her lips; more cracks in the surface of her façade. The fact that she hadn’t been punished for anything yet, as well as Christina’s apparent softness, gave her confidence. Her little performance at the bar was done with other people there - an invisible protection. Here, they were in Christina’s apartment, Christina’s territory. She had the upper hand, but that wasn’t going to stop Aisha being completely submissive for long.

She watched the dark haired girl intently, before Christina finally nodded, giving her the inclination to do what she yearned to do. It wasn’t even about who had the power, it was about Aisha showing Christina that she could make her want her in the same way the redhead felt about her. She had sex with people for a living, people who wanted to fuck her, so when Christina had been so blasé about their agreement, it gave Aisha a challenge. She had succeeded once before, and it was she who had approached Christina first; before realising the true extent of the woman’s character.

Taking a step forward the faux-redhead closed the gap between them, her hips nestling against Christina’s as her hands went straight to the hem of the woman’s shirt and in one quick, practised movement tore it off, over her head and tossed it on the floor behind her; skin on skin. One arm snaked round Christina’s waist, tightening mercilessly and once she had the woman in her grasp Aisha tilted Christina’s chin up with her other hand and moved in to capture her lips. Sinking her teeth ever so gently into Christina’s lower lip Aisha let a soft sigh escape her. She hadn’t considered what the other woman might do if she didn’t like this, but after all, she had given her permission.

[Christina Hartman]

Of course, she shouldn't have been nearly so surprised that the redhead sprung to motion as soon as Christina gave her permission. She blinked, inhaling slowly as the girl approached her, closing off any space keeping their bodies apart. Subconsciously her hand slipped around, settling at the small of Aisha's back, gentle pressure not doing much physically, but representing her desire to keep the woman right where she was. The fluidity with which her shirt had been removed served as another small surprise, and her gaze fell, at the sound of one of her knives -- the one she kept tucked in the back of her shirt -- fell with a thud, skittering across the floor. She followed its motion with her eyes, before pressing a staying hand softly against Aisha's chest.

Taking a slight step back, a flicker of doubt passing through her, she silently reached behind her, pulling out the knife she kept hidden in the band of her bra, letting it fall to the floor as well. The one at the small of her back, held in place by her waistband followed suit, as did the two that resided at either calf. Five in total. The least she would be caught with on any given day. All the weapons she had on her person, now lying scattered on the ground. As she finished her motions, she stepped back into Aisha, hand settling back around her waist, feeling both naked and exhilarated, allowing the woman to continue her actions.

Feeling the arm around her waist tighten its grip, she sighed softly, trailing her hand up Aisha's back, but otherwise leaving the course of action up to the other woman. Playing her role to the best of her ability, she allowed her chin to be tilted up, Aisha's shoes giving her a greater height advantage than any of their previous encounters, and it was a bit bizarre to be taking on this role, looking up at the woman with her ridiculously dyed hair, and somewhat eccentric makeup... But her thoughts were silenced, when the woman in question leaned down, catching her lips in a shockingly gentle kiss. Christina reciprocated, groaning softly at the light pressure of Aisha's teeth at her lower lip. This was a whole different game from what she usually played, and yet, she found herself wanting the redhead just as much... More, even, now that the lust wasn't being dulled and confused by her desire for the woman's blood...the need to see her squirm and writhe in pain and fear...

Swallowing hard, she used the hand at the small of Aisha's back to pull her closer, draping the other around her neck, fingers playing with the fabric of her bra strap, as she leaned into the kiss, watching Aisha lazily all the while, eyes half closed. The longer this went on, the harder it became to control herself, to remain impassive, and...ugh, dare she say it? Submissive. Being at the other woman's mercy was intoxicating, but it was so far from her usual place...and so hard to maintain, especially since she wanted nothing more than to push the woman roughly against the wall, and fuck her until she couldn't even remember who she was.

[Aisha Lee]

If lust could be likened to a drug; in which it will give you a kick and leave you feeling even worse than you did before, Aisha was certainly getting a high off of Christina’s reaction. The dark haired girl clearly wasn’t experienced in her role of the follower, and Aisha was prepared to test her to her limit. Her aim wasn’t to teach the other woman to be calmer and passive in her love making, oh no, the feistier the better. It was like goading a bull to change. As much as the redhead enjoyed Christina not attempting to bleed her out or some kind of mental torture, provoking her would be incredibly fun; even if she had to suffer the consequences. She had seen her switch before from almost disinterest to intense lust, so to keep her waiting could be explosive.

She was dimly aware of a hand on her back, keeping her there. Aisha didn’t mind, it wasn’t as if she was scared to be there anymore. She was now back in her comfort zone, that being having someone pressed against her who wanted her. This sudden boost of confidence was somewhat punctuated by the clang on metal against the floor. Opening her eyes fully they dropped to the floor, and she immediately regretted not thinking this through. Once again, Aisha had made her fatal mistake in thinking that Christina was a normal human being. “Normal” entailed not carrying knives about one’s person, or several in fact. She stiffened, her dark eyes following Christina’s movements as she stepped back and pulled out several knives from various hiding places, until they were all disposed of on the floor.

That was the dangerous thing, she knew she would never be able to fully trust Christina. That was what made her so incredibly sexy.

She wasn’t going to lie through her body, she did feel a lot better once all the weapons were on the floor. Relaxing her arm slipped down to rest in the region just above Christina’s hips as she looked down on the woman. Height gave her an unusual advantage, Aisha’s partners were nearly always taller than her, male or female, so this was an entirely new viewpoint. Deciding to use this to her advantage, because she was bound to lose her shoes at some point during the course of the night she deepened their kiss, her tongue seeking entrance to Christina’s mouth; not in an overly rough way, but in the way in that she didn’t expect to be disappointed.

She half wanted to cry out, or at least show in some form how good this made her feel, but she restricted herself and did nothing. Christina had expressed her enjoyment, so in Aisha’s mind, making the brunette wait for any reaction out of herself felt like winning. Instead she traced up Christina’s delicate jaw line, nestling her hand in the girl’s hair and running through it slowly, curling a few dark strands in her fingers and tugging on it gently. She resisted removing any more of the girl’s clothes for now, because as much as she liked the feeling of Christina’s skin against her own, if it was going to provoke the other woman, she was going to do just that.

[Christina Hartman]

The pace the younger woman had set, while nice initially, had become arduous, and torturously slow. And frankly, she was beginning to wonder why she was playing this game in the first place. Humoring some whore -- in the most literal sense -- by playing nice, and denying her nature. But she would continue to be patient...for now. Until she either found an opening, or lost her patience entirely. Whichever came first, there were sure to be consequences for the faux redhead. Acquiescing readily as the other woman deepened the kiss, she brought a hand up to tangle into Aisha's hair, running her tongue languidly along the woman's lower lip.

Even the girl's continued silence, which would normally thrill Christina, was beginning to grate on her nerves. As her mood further darkened, her reactions to Aisha's motions grew lesser, her willpower slowly, gradually slipping from her grasp, like sand through the cracks between her fingers. The soft touches at her jaw, and light tugs at her hair were quite simply not enough, and, oh, how she was regretting shedding her knives at this point. Although, it wasn't like she really needed them to cause fear, or inflict pain. Oh, no, not at all...

Breaking away from the redhead only when breath became an issue, she began to press forward, just ever so slightly, moving the pair of them backwards in a subtle act of dominance. With every step taken, she ended up pressed more and more against the girl, fingers still tracing light shapes at the small of her back, while the other hand stroked her hair gently, before moving slowly, softly, trailing down her neck, along her shoulder, following the path laid out by her collarbone, eyes flickering briefly to the space behind Aisha. Leaning forward for one last soft kiss, the hand at the woman's back began to move as well, skimming up her bare side, before settling, hovering just above the skin at her shoulder. A cat-like smile crossed her features for a split second, before she lashed out, shoving Aisha roughly back, through the foot or so of empty space, to the wall, hearing the sharp 'thud' with satisfaction.

Without allowing the girl so much as a moment to regain her bearings, she was on her, skin on skin once more, her body pinning the slender girl firmly to the wall, wedging a thigh roughly between her legs, bearing down on her, despite the difference in height. Her left hand moved to restrain Aisha's right wrist, the other roughly grabbing her by the throat in a way that was sure to leave a mark, simultaneously forcing her head back, and restricting her air supply. Not entirely, of course, because it wouldn't be nearly as fun if she weren't conscious, but enough to make drawing every breath a struggle.

She was done playing games, accentuating the point by pressing her knee upward, especially ones that involved playing nice. She liked it rough, whether she was the one giving or receiving the abuse didn't matter. But this soft, gentle bullshit just didn't sit well with her. And now that she was back in charge? There would be hell to pay for the teasing.

[Aisha Lee]

In all honesty, Aisha was surprised she had clung on this long. This wasn’t the Christina she knew, although she wasn’t entirely sure if she wanted her to re-emerge again. It would liven it up, because what she was doing right now was basically what she did every night to some random person. She continued on her journey to annoy Christina as much as possible, although winding the other woman up was a bit like shortening the fuse on a time bomb. The dark haired girl was returning her soft actions, and Aisha nearly gasped out as the other woman ran her tongue along her lip, or nestled her fingers into her hair. The redhead wanted it, badly, but she had the feeling it wouldn’t be in this soft, sedate way.

As they broke apart she opened her eyes, looking into Christina’s and trying to guess her next move. It was damn near impossible, but she’d give it a go. The only sound that came from her was to draw breath. Her hand had settled on the nape of Christina’s neck, her fingers entwined in the softer hair underneath, and didn’t let go as the dark haired woman began moving forwards, in turn making Aisha move back. A very subtle change in expression occurred at first, her mouth pursed and her eyebrows quirked for the briefest of moments, before deciding to go along with the new plan and stepped backwards, her heels making gentle clicks on the floor as she walked back.

She could feel her skin shiver as Christina pushed herself against her once more, lazily tilting her head back in enjoyment as the other woman reciprocated the softness of it all. It should have made Aisha feel uneasy, but she was past caring. Sex was an every day part of her life but she wanted it so badly right now. If Christina hadn’t started moving them she might have just jumped the girl’s bones right there but as it was, she dully realised she was losing her control. This point crystalised as Christina drew away from her, a horribly familiar smile in place and Aisha felt herself stumbling backwards and a sharp pain as the wall came to meet her.

A gasp of shock was quickly stifled as Christina was there in front of her again, pinning her to the wall roughly. A strangled groan, prompted by the darker haired woman’s thigh in between her legs was stifled by a hand around her throat, pushing her unwilling head back and at the same time found one of her wrists was pinioned down too. Aisha clawed half desperately at the merciless hand that was half strangling her with her free hand, scratching at Christina’s wrist and the finer skin on the top of her hand and across her knuckles in desperation. She felt her body shudder despite herself at the added pressure between her legs, and blearily focused her eyes on the woman in front of her, loving and hating what she was doing to her.