Happy Valentine's Day Everyone :) Emphasis on M-Rated for this one folks. Enjoy!
Here's a special treat for you all. This is the teaser, the rest will come tomorrow, so hint hint follow :)
Ps. The perspective frequently shifts in this story. It IS third person but focuses on one character at a time. Feel free to PM me if it is ever unclear who I am referring to.
A very tall raven-haired girl walks down the street confidently in black patent pumps, skintight leather pants and am all-black leather jacket. She has a low-cut black tank-top underneath the coat and a lacy black bra underneath it all. Her underwear? Also black, barely existing at all as the lacy thong outlines the curve of her ass. She struts with purpose towards the entrance to the studio. She is pretending to have been to this one before so she doesn't even bother reading the front display on the door , which cites New Moon Yoga by Piper Chapman and Polly Harper as "the Hottest yoga in town".
***
A few hours previous, the same raven-haired girl almost gets knocked off a bar stool. "Watch it Nicky!" She screams. That's my bad arm!. A lion-haired short woman grins at her. Her hair was literally a mane of tangles up golden curls. "I thought you said you liked it rough Alex ", Nicky teases. "Mmmm" Alex replies with a smirk, "You got me Nichols, can't deny that one. Unfortunately tonight isn't our lucky night. There's been literally no hot chicks in Red's bar and we've been nursing these beers for hours". The lion-haired (maned) woman is much shorter than Alex, so she has to glance up to confront the taller woman. Suggestively she adds "And I can see who's more disappointed in the lack of pussy tonight. I see that glint in your eye, you're horny as hell". Alex gives Nicky the finger and Nicky just scoots over and slyly adds "Keep it in your pants Vause" - "But hey, Want something to spice it up?" Nicky grins and wags her eyebrows up and down. Alex's eyes light up instantly. She raises one eyebrow in a profound smirk which she knows is her specialty expression. "Mmmm she purrs, you know I can never resist a dare".
"Here are the rules" They both write down on a small pad of crappy paper with a crappy pen.
OFFICIAL RULES:
1. Both Alex and Nicky shall play a round of quarters.
2. The loser of each round must shoot tequila, obviously.
3. At the end of the game, the loser must fulfil a dare the following day.
4. Shall Nicky Nichols lose, she shall have no less than 7 orgasms alone while blindfolded and using only a raw cucumber.
5. Shall Alex Vause lose she shall attend a yoga class in no less than the most prissy of yoga studios in New York City.
6. The winner MUST not reveal that the act is due to a lost bet and MUST enjoy it to the fullest.
Both women satisfied with their offer, they sign the bottom of the page and shake on it. "Ewwwww Nicky! I don't want to have your saliva on my palm, or shall I say the saliva of you and ever girl in Manhattan!" "Deal's a deal, got to be official" she grins too eagerly. "I'm sanitizing this after!". And it all ends of course in a fit of laughter, which becomes a fit of gurgles and gulps and snorts because neither woman is particularly gifted at drinking games despite being frequently drunk.
In the end though, Alex's lack of depth perception (worsened by the golden liquid), betrays her. So Nichy Nichols proclaims her eternal glory and declares that she will drive Vause to her class tomorrow at 6pm sharp.
***
Alex is an hour early by force of habit. The class doesn't start for ages. Still the door is open. It is held ajar by a rather Jewish looking random dude who happens to be standing by the entrance. His mouth at that moment resembles the door - it is wide, square and entirely ajar. The girl - or Women more accurately raises one eyebrow in a smirk towards him. It's a form of thanks that's almost - only "almost" audible. The raven-haired girl just walks right in, not even noticing that the dude is trying nonchalantly to follow her, and the door (or should I say doorS) slamming shut behind them.
"Hey watch it Larry, You nearly smashed a customer!" Cries out a blonde women. She's tall herself, though not nearly as tall as the darker haired woman. She's toned from head to toe, smooth all-strength no bulk muscle with just the right definition. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun, her ears have very subtle clear-glass studs (minuscule in fact). She's wearing a teal hoodie that reads "Smith College" for now but underneath and fancy yoga top reveals just the top of her very petite but delicious looking breasts. Clumsily poor dude looks up with an almost deer-in the headlights look. He looks almost as if he'd been caught cheating on a preschool test (or heaven forbid masterbating in a family bathroom). Embarrassingly enough for him, he can't get his act together around so many hot girls walking into such a tight space. He just stands there dumbstruck muttering something unintelligible like "sorry" which pretty much everyone ignores.
"Well then go put the stopper in that door now. Start checking people in and please STOP checking people out". The blonde rolls her eyes at the noticeably clueless brown haired guy who just can't seem to dig himself out of the mess he's created only on his first time on the job. The confident blonde woman was having none other than the very best in her yoga classes and sure she was going to get it. She couldn't help but wonder why her business partner (and BFFL) Polly had hired him in the first place. She would have to remember to confront her about that later. But for now...barely looking up she sighs apologetically to the tall black-haired figure who has now made her way up to the counter. "Sorry, new staff tonight" she gets out, still looking down at the registry. "I..." But that's all the blonde woman manages to get out before she looks up at the raven-haired girl and suddenly has no idea what she was going to say.
She looks up into the most vividly green eyes she has ever seen. Peering inside them she sees a million complexities just beneath the surface. And yet, right in the very forefront is a smile, a smirk, amusement and something else that's darker but she can't put a finger to it. To avoid a gasp she bites her lip and fidgets her left hand until a pen emerges from her pocket. As she extends her hand towards the taller woman, her hand is met halfway when long fingers touch hers and grasp tightly on the pen, pulling it from her grasp in one smooth motion. Their gaze meets again, and this time the dark haired woman looks into the eyes of the blonde.
She sees a youthful calm and innocence, almost serene. She sees eyes that appear to have the depth of the ocean yet the light of the sky in the vivid shade of cerulean- maybe turquoise that they seemed to flit between. Curious, she chuckles and speaks up "So are you new here" she turns her head slightly and raises her voice in question. Puzzled, the blonde replies "hardly, I've just been on leave temporarily. I'm very excited to be back teaching though". She wonders why she doesn't go further to say "and I own the damn place thank-you very much" as she said to her new employee dude when he had asked the same question earlier. Somehow though, the blonde didn't get the impression that this tall girl was questioning her presence, and was only genuinely curious. Somehow the remark came out as more like a tease. "I'm Piper" she spoke up, looking at this mysterious raven-haired girl straight on. "Pleased to meet you Piper" came the reply in a deep, sensual husky voice from the taller woman. And with that the raven-haired girl turned round on her heels and walked right into the change room. Intrigued, the blonde woman glanced down at the registry to see nice, neat cursive that read the name "Alex Vause" on the highest slot. Hmm, she thought to herself. She is quite alluring.
***
"Hey newbie" Piper called out to the annoying dropping doors guy, not skipping a beat. Caught by surprise the average - emphasis on average height brown haired slightly Jewish looking mess clumsily twists around and walks up a bit too close to Piper. He grins almost widely and extends his hand in midair. "My name's Larry" he declares formally. He coughs. "Larry Bloom" he grabs Piper's hand as she has made only a half - hearted effort to extend her own. She grips his hand tightly, which takes him aback. The last thing he wants to do is show weakness towards this very athletic female who he knows can crush him in a second. Emphasis on Crush - which is what he is clearly experiencing right now. Piper doesn't really care to notice this though. She's already piling towels unto his arms and telling him to get them into storage.
In fact Piper fails to notice Larry's longing gaze being held because she's already dropped it, instead fixating on the tall woman - the Alex woman who has since emerged from the change room wearing a very low cut black tank top and impossibly short black bike shorts. They highlight her exposed tattoos all over her sleek body. Piper traces the outline of a certain salt-shaker (was it?) image imprinted on Alex's left shoulder so she barely hears him when Larry suddenly gets brave or something and stammers -
"Hey Piper... S-so I'm writing a phone book and - could I get your number for it". The Blonde whips her head back towards the dude (who is currently looking down at his awkwardly oversized brown boots and shifting his weight in his toes, trying not to appear as nervous as he obviously is). "Hun, the city writes the phone book and they get paid well to do it. And I'm not so sure you can handle the competition". Piper looks at Larry again, with an expression of something like "I'm sorry... For you". Suddenly she feels a bit awkward and guilty about her new found brazen confidence and bites her lip when she catches Larry's "rejected" expression. He gives her puppy dog eyes for an instant before the reality of what she had said fully sunk in. She thought he was going to sulk away, but Larry just stood there fixed in place for another moment, glancing up intensely.
Alex was currently filling up her bottle in the tall, cool urns of ice water over to the side of the room. She had not failed to notice poor Larry's failed attempts at banter and was frankly very very amused. She had her left eyebrow rising up in a smirk and a side smile creeping along her face. She was very tempted to take a look at Piper's current expression but didn't want to interrupt the train wreck that was most definitely occurring in the centre of the room. So she continued to fill up that bottle as slowwwllllllllly as possible so she would have an excuse for knowing what she knew she was about to witness. She had felt piper's eyes on hers seconds earlier. It was a sort of sixth sense Alex had with women. It served her quite well in the ladies department. That and her gaydar sense. She almost chuckled because the raven-haired girl most certainly knew before Larry (much to his dismay) that Piper was not straight in the slightest. And apparently Larry Still hadn't gotten the hint because he Piped up with
"Well MY phone book would have people's cell phone numbers too, and nicknames. Can I call you... Pipes?" Piper was taken aback by how forward and persistent Larry was (and is..). Pipes was a nickname that was reserved for only her dearest family, her grandmother, her brothers Cal and Danny, perhaps her BFFL Polly. She didn't want this random dude to know that she liked that name, much less that it was a term of endearment. "Pipes are for plumbing" she quips. "Aha well Maybe your plumbing is in need of some work 'eh?" Larry replies raising both of his eyebrows overly suggestively. She thinks he's going to get a boner on himself when suddenly his straight face breaks and he giggles immaturely at his own joke. Piper stands there eyes opened wide absolutely horrified by being objectified in such an obvious and explicit (and obviously explicit) manner. Out of the corner of her eye, Piper sees the tall Alex woman smirking even higher, flitting her eyes back and forth between Piper and Larry and back to Piper again before she chuckles almost imperceptibly.
Turning back to Larry (who hadn't noticed Piper had looked away) "You just don't have a filter do you" Piper sighs. "Well maybe I'm /good/ at plumbing filters if ya' knows what I mean. Got any holes down there you want plugged up". Piper just stands there in awe of how inappropriate this guy could be. It was making her actually uncomfortable as this was on the edge of crossing a line that was no longer flirting. She wonder if he could could self-destruct until she gave up and slapped him like she probably should have right then and there. From over her head Alex is tossing her an ALMOST sympathetic look that was more of a very amused expression. It was as if she was rooting for her - or for him to keep on making a mess (almost literally. He ACTUALLY had a visible boner now. It even showed through his roughly cut loose jeans.) Reacting to the surprisingly attractive tall woman, Piper raised her eyebrows in amusement as well.
Unfortunately Jewish-looking guy Larry misinterprets this as flirtatious and keeps on talking. "So if you ever want to umm, you know (Larry was blushing at this point because he was painfully aware that his pants were feeling tighter than they should and Larry is hoping that no girls notice - too late for that but in his own world he's discreet). We could go to your place and check out your... Fixtures and make some tweaks and screws here and there". Piper clears her throat to inform him that "Barry, look you REALLY need to get your mind out of the gutter" and shrugs. Apparently no one ever told him in his youth that he couldn't wink because he ended up blinking with both eyes forcefully before (pretending to be) nonchalantly turning round and strutting away. He's in a bit of a rush (rush of blood to the _) and his head is out of sorts so he doesn't quite catch the stack of yoga mats that are (we're) all rolled up neatly in behind him. Piper starts to cry out "wait -" but the collision is inevitable. Larry knocks over the entire stack of 100 in a loud bang and crash. He swears and curses incoherently before muttering to himself something like "she doesn't know how much of a man I am". Trying to prove himself, Larry grabs 10 mats at a time in an attempt at re-forming the stack.
By this time it's 20 to the time the yoga class is supposed to start. Regular customers are filing in and waiting patiently at the registration desk which has since been abandoned. Piper eyes the situation and realizes she needs backup. No way can she handle the class and the clusterfuck that is currently the entrance to the studio. So she calls Polly on the studio phone and waits desperately for someone to pick up. FInally she gets an answer
"Hey - " And that's as far as Piper gets before Larry knocks over the pile of yoga mats AGAIN. Expecting to see a complete shit show the blonde reluctantly turns round only to see Alex supporting the other end of the stack and directing Larry with the re-assembly process. Breathing a sigh of relief she redirects her attention back to the phone. "FUCK OFF YOU SUPERDICK" a voice rings out from Piper's phone. Shocked she tries to calm Polly down "Look look sorry sorry I never meant to call you but there's a situation at New Moon and I need you to - ". "Ohhhhhhhh Polly exclaims on the other side. Sorry bout that I thought you were that stupid ex boyfriend Pete calling. I don't have caller ID and you know he's a bit... Clingy". Exasperated, Piper begs "Polly. Come to New Moon. PLEASE". "You owe me right. You know!" "Yeah I owe you, even if all you've been doing at home is aimlessly swiping right on tinder." "Yeah and I was just talking to some good ones. Anyways bitch, See you in ten".
From seemingly out of nowhere, the mysterious Alex girl is right behind her. She gently grazes her lips beside the back of her head as She's whispering in right Piper's ear: "mmmm. I like hearing you beg". Piper whips around to face the raven-haired woman but Alex has already taken a step back to go back to arranging the mats. A slow pink shade appears on Piper's cheeks as she feels where Alex's warm breath landed. She tries to shake it off before becoming entirely flustered. She should flip HER off too, she logics. But she doesn't. And for some odd reason she doesn't want to. Instead she walks swiftly over to the registration desk to check in some more customers. "Welcome to New Moon Yoga, is this your first time? Is this your first time with heat"? She asks in a forced chipper voice, giving recommendations for different poses and classes and memberships and the like. Someone in the crowd giggles at the statement but the blonde woman is too busy to notice.
Apparently, Larry has absolutely no self-control around women. And he isn't at all picky. Recovering from his earlier defeat he promises himself this time he will prove his toughness. Alex however, is only stacking the mats to impress a certain blonde. Sort of "Good Samaritan trick". Unknowing of Alex's attempts at seducing Piper he tries out some flirting with the tall woman before him. Pretending to be all smooth he starts off with probably the most cheesiest pickup line ever invented: "Did you fall from heaven, because you look like -" Alex rolls her eyes, turns around and glares at him. "You look like Satan and I think maybe you're in the wrong place right now but I mean you're still hot and ... Would you go to a hockey game with me sometime? ". Amused, Alex lifts an eyebrow and him and smirks, "Sorry bro, but I don't root for your team". Confused, Larry press on "How do you know which team I - " And then it dawns on him. "Ohhhhhhhhh, so you're a gay right?". "Real subtle there bro" the tall woman asserts. "And can you please get back to the stack and less lookin' at ma rack". Larry is embarrassed at being caught looking at Alex's exposed cleavage and puts his hands in his pockets. He's getting hard AGAIN and looks away trying to hide his expression. He thinks he's going to get away unnoticed when Alex swoops around whispers from a cross the room - "If you're getting that much of a workout there you might want to buy some looser pants". Larry almost yelps as he is mortified. He resigns himself to giving up on picking up chicks in this joint. "Lesbians... He mutters"
Soon enough, a smallish brunette bursts into the studio. Her hair looks surprisingly put together for having just been out in the cold. The woman walks right up behind the counter and slaps on a name tag before starting to attend to customers up front. "You OWE me one Chapman!, she mutters under her breath. I almost rear ended a guy as I was rushing here. He was going 30 in a 60 zone". "Did you flip him off? Piper asked". "You bet I did! I gave him BOTH middle fingers at once that's how slow we were going". "Anyways thanks again for coming, here can you take over the registration? I'm going to get the class set up. Tell them they can grab a mat and go on in early if they want to get used to the temperature of the room". The brunette starts taking down the names ad counting the cash. And with that, the blonde walks away from the counter and strides towards the far corner towards the water bottle filling station.
"Long night babe?" A husky low voice resounds in her ear. Before she even has time to look up, Piper is blushing like a red tomato. She wonders how that voice manages to be the very definition of sexy. Not wanting to stutter, Piper turns round, and gives a soft smile. "Mmmm. I could use a drink right about now" she says delicately, just above a whisper. Alex seemed to catch right away what the blonde was insinuating. But before saying anything more she turned on her heels and sauntered away. Piper was left hanging for a second. She felt herself getting annoyed by this Alex person, was Alex trying to lead her on and then ignore her? Dazed, she ponders this for a moment.
She's in fact so lost in this thought that Piper doesn't notice when the tall figure returns, winking and handing her a small glass of water. She looks down, looks up and then it dawns on her. Laughing nervously at first, she finally meets the taller woman's gaze and notices how vividly green her eyes are. Like emeralds she thinks. Crown Jewels. Not missing a beat, Piper adds sarcastically "I was hoping for something a bit stronger". Alex chuckles, face crinkling and suddenly seeming slightly less... Daunting. Her eyes darken a shade then, and she hums "We'll see about stronger..." Piper just walks around her until she's right behind the taller woman, whispering in Alex's ear "Maybe you can wear something even more sexy later on" she hushed. Feeling braver, Piper wanted to bite the tip of the raven-haired woman's earlobe. Instead she bit her lip, hard. Immediately Alex Stared at those lips and felt flushed and hot. She was good at hiding it though, and she purred when she replies "I will ms. Chapman. Do not forget the zen koan - less is more, they say". And with that, Alex struts right into the yoga room, the door swinging behind her, leaving a very flustered Piper in her wake.
The rest of the patrons file in after Alex, forming neat rows the length of the studio room. Piper switches on the heat, and ducks out to secure the rest of the preparations. Thanks to Polly's appearance, everything was running right on time. Piper walks over to towards the registration when she pauses for a moment, bearing witness to YET ANOTHER blatant attempts on Larry's behalf to get into someone's pants. Or shorts for that matter. Only this time the unfortunate victim was her best friend Polly.
"Hey Baby, what's your sign?" "My what?" "Your zodiac - it shows your personality and your compatibility and umm you can find out based on your birthdate and ..." Larry was drowning yet again. But instead of slapping him in the face, Polly looked at him as if his failures were rather - endearing. Gently, she offers "so..." Brushing her hand against his upon the desk. "Would you like to start over?". He walks out from around the desk and saunters back towards it, pausing for effect "You seem familiar, have we met before? I recognize the beauty in your eyes". Piper expects a certain Jewish looking boy to get a knock in the face, but her best friend takes her by surprise. "Well, you know I can stand a pretty face. Make me remember why I hired you here" Polly swooned. Piper dropped her glass in shock.
Thank goodness it was empty when it crashed onto the floor. Surprised, the two "lovebirds" look out from each other's eyes and raise their eyebrows in question. Piper just laughs and grabs the registration. "Thanks for coming Pol, I'll catch you two later. Make sure he guards the door" she winks at Larry making him shuffle uncomfortably from foot to foot. Polly doesn't catch the reference and instead copies up closer to Larry. "So... " She looks up dreamily. "Have you ever tried organic fair trade soaps" the brunette begins, starting up a conversation which would span the rest of the evening.
AN:
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