Krista was obviously agitated by the amounts of people who threw their arms around her asking for her number or the chance to offer her a drink. Ymir was just as pissed as she cleaned the glasses for re-use. Krista decided to wait for the brunette to finish her shift so she could show her the way to her apartment. The alcohol she was nursing soon turned to water by the time she knew she was about to hit the legal limit which allowed Ymir to settle down a little, knowing that the offer wouldn't be ruined by the effects of alcohol.
By the time the clock hit 1AM Ymir was up and outta there, with the hot blonde on her arm. Well, that's wat she liked to imagine, she was too busy catching up the blonde who left the premises as soon as Ymir's shift ended.
The cold evening air took the breath out of both of them before inhaling the second-hand smoke from the smokers by the doors. Ymir was too disorientated to follow where the blonde was going let alone find her bike to follow her car. As soon at the taller woman turned down the alleyway to her bike the blonde tutted before unlocking her car and wolf whistled the other woman to leave her bike and get in her vehicle. Ymir wasn't expecting this level of control. The woman seemed to have her under her thumb but Ymir wasn't complaining. The latest model from Tesla with all the luxury add-ons. She hit the jackpot. Sexy woman, wealthy woman, more importantly someone who kept her on her toes, someone who could rally with the sarcasm and insults. Her type of woman.
The drive was silent apart from the radio playing in the background but Ymir found it interesting how the blonde worked the car. She was a beast, she didn't give two fucks about the speed limit, forcing the engine to take harsh corners and shift gears but the growl it let out was something of an addictive nature as well as hearing the cool down of the nitrous as soon as she was forced to stop for a red light.
Her home was just like the car. A luxury condo with a valet to take the car to the secure carpark. Ymir had a shitty apartment where she had to hope no one nicked her bike whilst she slept.
Top floor apartment. This was the apartment of a drug dealer which made Ymir more curious about the intentions of the short women, she no longer felt like the hunter but the hunted. The room had walls of glass, all allowing you to look over the city which was something beautiful, cream carpet, the modern décor with the odd scratching post for her absent cat. Ymir was led by the hand to the front room and forced to take a seat on the sofa before she had opportunity to question the legitimacy of Krista's line of work.
"No I'm not a drug dealer, human trafficker, or major crime organiser of any sort. I come from a rather wealthy family."
"Ive never heard of the Lenz family I must admit." Krista just chuckled as she made her way to the kitchen to gather a bottle of wine and some glasses for the two of them"
"You wont of heard of them"
"And why's that?"
"You're a smart woman work it out. Someone with this much money going to a bar is rather open to people taking advantage of my money."
"Fake name. you're a sneaky one aren't ya?"
"Something like that yeah." She managed to mumble as she struggled to get the cork out of the bottle. Before her defeated look emerged on her face she allowed a sadistic smile to cascade across it. Whilst the brunette was admiring the artwork on the walls she decided to shake to bottle up before asking Ymir for assistance.
Ymir couldn't allow the opportunity to pass her by and to be the saviour of a beautiful blonde. "Pass it here then shortie, I got this one!" The grin was something unearthly, something that the devil would flash when they gained a soul in exchange for something materialistic, something to be exploited. But as soon as the grin washed across Ymir's freckled face, just like the tide, it washed away just as quickly as the contents of the bottle did the same all over her.
"You son of a bitch! I know I work in a bar but I'm really not enamoured by the smell of alcohol!" That's all Ymir could get out before being drowned out by the roaring laughter from 'Krista' as the taller woman wiped her face and tasted the left overs from her fingers making sure to make it as suggestive as possible. "I'm surprised you entered a lioness's lair and allowed your eyes to wander away from the danger."
"That was oddly seductive… are you planning something Miss Anti-Hook-up. And y'know, now that I think about it, I don't know your real name." Ymir was more than confused about where she stood at this moment in time, she was dripping in alcohol, the lady of lust, and she was asked to do mental exercise to keep up the blonde. Ymir usually enjoyed a challenge when she knew what role she was playing, this night was quite the opposite. She was someone who one minute was chasing this woman, to doing a 180 turn and fleeing the scene.
"Historia Reiss."
"Well fuck…"
"You know the name I take it?" Historia asked smugly as she ripped the bottle from the frozen grasp of the taller woman.
"hah, well. I've heard rumours that the empress of the nightclubs was scouting out places to purchase. Obviously, you've never been seen in person so I guess I apologise for not recognising you? I wasn't aware that our club was for sale, or the owner was up for selling the place, were the most popular club in Sina city."
"You ever met the owner?"
"No…" Ymir cogs were spinning but the mechanism wasn't complete, all smoke but no fire. Ymir waited for the answers to be spoon fed to her but the shorter woman just stared at her judgmentally, the longer she took in the silence made the urgency for answers more extreme, the tension in the coil becoming under more stain by each second that passed by.
Historia took a swig from the half empty bottle, returning the suggestive picture to sender. That's when the tsunami hit Ymir, so caught up in attempting to sleep with her she forgot that she could be onto someone who was way above her station. "I didn't realise I was going after my boss."
Historia clapped her hands together slowly before raising an eyebrow in addictive celebration. "You're 'going' after me? I invited you home. You got in my car. You followed me into my house. Oh my dear, for someone who is always the aggressor in a situation it's fun to see you fall from your pedestal."
"I'll be in the position of power when I'm fucking you into oblivion and you'll be calling my name for more." Ymir straightened her spine at the attack on her ego but her recovery served as much use as a toddler having a tantrum.
"You'll be fucking me if I want you to be. You'll be on top of me only in the physicality, you'll be under my orders, you'll be conducting my will. If I think you're fuckable." The calm and collected Historia was replaced with a more ferocious woman, someone who was in charge, someone who was going to get whatever they wanted but Ymir didn't have any complaints.
Ymir only noticed how tight and damp her clothes were when Historia laid the palms of her hands on her chest, attempting to push her back but the shove never arrived. Historia's hands were testing the waters, to see how far she could go before the dominance in the other woman would emerge. Walking her fingers up to the back of Ymir's neck caused a stir in her throat and a coarse "Fucker" to be groaned down the blonde's ear.
As Ymir closed her eyes to lean down and capture her captors lips a snap of fingers from where Historia's hands were signalled the end to their play time. "You're adorable when you think you're gonna get some Ymir. But we haven't had our drink, and I'm still to kick you out."
Ymir could only blink. One minute she was certain she was gonna get laid the next she was told to have a drink then she was to leave. "Talk about blue balls lady."
"So you do have a dick then." A cheesy grin flashed across the blonde's face, knowing the obvious answer but testing to see the other woman's response.
"still haven't sprouted a dick from when you last asked but you can check now if you want, but there are terms and conditions, I show you mine, you show me yours."
"Crude response, something to be expected for someone on the back foot, and I'll pass." Bewildered by the lack of rallying going on here, Ymir remained stood, allowing the drips to fall from her hair, roll down her jaw line and drip onto the floor. Historia sauntered past her whilst making sure to emphasise the movement of her hips, taking another swig from the bottle as she walked past. "Come sit down with me, but take that shirt off first, don't want the drink to stain the sofa."
"Come over here and take it off me then" Ymir hadn't given up just yet, her ego wouldn't give up so easily.
"You're gonna have to admit you've been beaten sooner or later, you attempt to hit back and you get knocked back to your ass." Historia spun on her heels after placing the bottle down on the black coffee table, allowing a sigh to fall from her lips before resuming the position they found themselves in before.
Historia was more than a foot shorter than the brunette, to maintain her dignity she attempted to hide being on her tip toes to undo the top button as Ymir made sure to make her job as difficult as possible by straightening and elongating her spine to its full capacity. Clearing her throat, she tried to dance with the blonde. "I can tell you're on your tippy toes, ill lean down for ya ok?"
"You're a cocky shit you know."
"Potty mouth is oddly attractive on you." Ymir commented as she bent as the waist, but she continued further than what Historia was expecting, before she could take a step back her lips were already covered with Ymir's and the softness of them was inviting and rich in the taste of the alcohol that lingered on them still.
It was a short-lived victory with Historia drawing blood from the taller woman's lip, forcing her to retreat and remain 'womanly' with her actions. They didn't need a verbal confirmation of each other's thoughts, it was obviously clear that the bartender wanted to get with her boss, and Historia enjoyed the hunt, the maze that the situation put in front of them, or see if they could keep up with each other and who could find their way to the centre first. Ymir remained bent over but held her hands behind her as a sign that she wasn't going to make a move for now. Historia on the other hand knew that giving the woman a case of blue balls was a way to control her and she was going to exploit that for all it was worth.
Making sure to undo each button with upmost care kept the contact time between the two bodies as long as possible, and as soon as the drenched shirt hit the floor the blonde allowed her eyes to feast in the sight before her; freckled skin with abs gifted from the gods of Olympus themselves. The woman was highly muscled and the definition in them was something that was on par with those who enjoyed the bonuses of steroid use. Something that Historia couldn't wait to ask about but there were more pressing matters, the room was cold and the brunette didn't have a binder or bra covering her small chest. The brunette didn't cover herself up, she just stood there in all her glory, knowing that the smaller woman would pick up on that minor detail soon and to observe that would revelation fall upon her face would be something of a spectacle.
"You cold?" Historia asked without hesitation, making sure to highlight the detail she picks upon, especially on her naked form. She wasn't one to hush away from such things, it was another power play and Ymir picked up on it. This was her playground now. "A tad. I don't mind though, nothing unbearable, I'm sure I can find some sort of exercise to warm me up. So, to the sofa."
Tables flipped. Power exchanged hands but it was something that could go through a revolving door rather than the certainty of stagnation on either side of the stream.
It didn't take long for the pair to reach the sofa and mould themselves against the leather, allowing the cooling effect of it to cause their bodies to warm a little more than usual. "So then Boss, what you wanna talk about?"
"I assumed you'd have some questions about why I was at the club, why you didn't know I was the manager, why I don't have a social media presence, that sort of trivial bullshit." The alcohol was obviously forcing Historia's vocabulary to be more descriptive than usual.
"It's nothing that I can't figure out for myself. You're not as cryptic as you think you are. You're just like the rest of the western world" Ymir gestured with open hands showing the rest of the world minus Historia. She still didn't care for her bare chest, in fact the actions she conducted forced Historia's eyes to cross it more than once. "Entertain me then."
"You don't own the club. I may have never met the owner but you aren't the owner, you treated the place like you were a virgin to gay bars. If it was a recent purchase then you wouldn't just be observing the people that go into now, after the bill of sale has gone through. If you were in charge of the place for longer than I've been there then your behaviour would have been very different upon meeting me. You would have seen my face before, we have to apply to head office, the owner has to approve our applications for the positions and that isn't something that can be overlooked. So, my dear Watson I deduce that you're not scouting out 'your' bar or the possibility of it being your bar. You dearest, were here for a hook up." Ymir concluded that what she said didn't sound preposterous but Historia just stared at her like she was proclaiming she as Jesus reborn.
Historia threw her hands up. "You got me!"
"Wait… seriously?" Ymir allowed her voice to break a little when she spoke. She had a small inkling that the woman was more lies than truth but not to this degree. Ymir knew as soon as the woman invited her home to talk meant that something in her story must be wrong. You don't just invite someone home to talk and have one drink, you don't allow then to flirt with you. If you were the owner of the business you'd give them a serious warning for skiving off work to chat up a client.
"Game over I guess. Well you passed the test."
"What fucking test?"
"I only fuck smart women…" And they were the last words that coherently passed from Historia's mouth to Ymir's ears.