"Debuting for her first professional fight, I present to you, Vi, reppin' the Lanes!"
The crowd gave a load, but unsure, roar to the announcer. Pink hair came out of the spotlight, followed by a confident and powerful body. She lifted her arm into the air to wave at the crowd and walked unceremoniously to her corner.
"Up against her, we have something special for you tonight folks. A fan favorite, returning from her shoulder injury, former heavyweight champion, Seeeeeviiiiiikaaa!"
A sound of crashing doors followed by a tall, tan, muscular woman shoving past them. She didn't bother addressing the audience and started to step up into the ring, stomping over to her corner.
Vi gulped but did her best not to show any fear on her face. She appraised the brute in front of her, and figured that she probably had 20 pounds on her, maybe more. She was taller too, but that much didn't bother Vi as much.
"Pay her no mind," Vander grunted. "She's out of her prime, and even if she weren't, you'd have her."
"Okay," Vi whispered. She'd been training a few years for this, and Vander had landed her a contact with a pretty prolific manager to Vi's understanding. She didn't care much about the money, she just wanted to punch some shitheads in their face.
"Her left shoulder's the injured one," Vander continued. "Her left guard will be weaker 'cause of that. You're left-handed yourself, so take advantage of that weakness."
The ref blew a whistle and motioned the two fighters to step forward.
"You got it," Vi finally grinned and jogged towards the middle.
Sevika looked Vi over, thoroughly unimpressed. A deep crease in between her brows formed, and her mouth turned downward in a disgusted and deep frown.
"Let's keep it clean ladies," The ref said. "Tap gloves and head over to your corner 'till the bell rings."
"Your pink hair is stupid," Sevika said, reaching a black glove out to Vi's red one. "Unbecoming of a professional fighter."
Vi met her glove with a friendly tap. "At least I can change my hair," She smirked. "You're stuck with that face."
Rage sprung across Sevika's whole being and she whipped around and marched back to her corner. Vi chuckled to herself, getting under people's skin was a sure way to win a fight. Vander gave her a displeased look but shook his head knowingly. Vi tested the bounce of the ropes in
"You better back that mouth up," Vander sighed. "Otherwise, your face is going to look like hers."
The bell rang, and Sevika strode forward, surprisingly light on her feet. Her guard seemed tight, Vi thought, but she did notice her left arm slightly drooping, like the tendons couldn't keep up with the muscles anymore. The audience started whistling, waiting for war to happen before their eyes.
Old woman, Vi thought to herself. She bounced on her feet, testing the boundaries between them. They circled each other, and Vi knew that Sevika was waiting for her to make the first move.
Vi took a step forward, giving every indication that she was going to hook a right. Sevika responded immediately by weaving to the side to dodge, only realizing afterwards that Vi didn't throw a punch. Sevika threw a couple of punches in retaliation, to keep Vi from closing in on the kill. The black gloves thudded against her guard and pushed her back.
Sevika threw an uppercut with her good arm as Vi stumbled back, but in stumbling back she saw that her left side was exposed. She bobbed and weaved through the air and mustered all the power she could in throwing a nasty left hook. Sevika reacted out of her periphery to protect her face, but that was not Vi's target.
No, Vi summoned her strength to punch Sevika's left shoulder as hard as possible. The blow landed and Vi could tell that it hurt like a motherfucker. Sevika grunted and raised her guard, stepping backward to separate them.
"Punk," Sevika growled.
They circled each other again, but Vi caught her breath quickly and went straight back in. Instead of surviving an onslaught of blows, she released a fury of her own. Sevika dodged and responded, landing a punch as Vi's own arm was extended.
Pain exploded across Vi's face, spittle flying from her mouth. Stars flashed across her face, but she grounded herself in the pain. She backed into the ropes, vision finally clearing, and bounced forward, landing a vicious punch of her own. Sevika's lip split, and blood spilled from her face. Vi was moving forward as the bell rang, and she halted her advance.
The two fighters sulked back into their corners. Vi didn't recognize Sevika's coach, but he wore a yellow and black studded jacket that matched the tattoos on his face and chest.
"Kid, you can't take hits like that," Vander said, wrapping a cold cloth on Vi's neck and handing her a water bottle. Vi drank enthusiastically and poured some over her head.
"I got sloppy," Vi admitted.
"Keep landing them on her shoulder, though," Vander said. "Once you see that guard drop go in for the kill. Don't let her throw her weight around. If that doesn't work, wear her down. She's your senior, considerably."
The bell rang again. With the strategy in mind, Vi laid in heavily into Sevika's left side, landing a few kidney and rib shots, receiving a few of her own. She kept light on her feet and bounced around, keeping Sevika searching for her.
By the fifth round, Vi was feeling it. But, if were looks meant anything, so was Sevika.
"She's feeling it. Keep the pressure. Finn can't be too happy about this," Vander grinned. "Might be a little pre-emptive, but I think my little fighter as this in the bag. Now go and finish this."
The bell rang once more and Vi exploded forward, jab after jab, hook after hook, Vi pushed Sevika into the corner of the ring. The thought of victory enticed Vi to press forward, until she realized there was nothing more dangerous than a cornered animal. Sevika ate her punches like they were her breakfast, and Vi backed away.
Sevika sprang like a lion, rage pulsating through her bloodshot eyes. Vi slugged her as she came forward, desperate to end the fight. That's the last thing Vi remembered seeing.
When Vi came to, Vander was draping a cold cloth over her head. She groaned as the roar of the crowd came into sharp focus. Her head throbbed
"You did it kid," Vander said. "Well, almost."
"What a wild night," The announcer yelled. "You saw it here first folks, a mutual knockout!"
"I got her?" Vi asked. "I don't even remember the punching landing."
Vi staggered upwards, draping the towel over her shoulder. Sevika was still on the floor, a puddle of drool starting to pool around her.
"Everyone give it up for our brave fighters who chose to step into the ring today!"
The crowd erupted into a nearly deafening cheer. A rush of excitement swept over Vi like a strong current. Nobody had cheered for her during a fight like this, ever. A draw wasn't so bad, in the grand scheme of things. Vi thought that maybe the fight with Sevika would generate some much-needed buzz about her career. A grin split her cheeks and Vi wanted to live in this moment forever, even though she hadn't technically won.
Sevika woke with a start and didn't seem all that pleased with the outcome of the fight. She rose slowly, a bear awakening from hibernation. She stepped into the center of the ring, coming alongside Vi.
"Not bad," Sevika said, "but I was twice the fighter at your age."
Vi opened her mouth to say something but bit her tongue and gave her opponent the glare of the century. The referee lifted both of their gloves into the air, and officially declared the match a draw.
Pulsing club music vibrated the dance floor. Women swayed to the music in blue and violet lights. Vi grinned, she loved this bar. Mostly because it was frequented by ladies who liked ladies. Also, because the music selection didn't totally blow and was within walking distance of her apartment. There was something for everyone here, and Vi had her pick.
She swirled her straw in her drink and took a tipsy sip. She bounced her head to the sound of the music. Vi needed this night to blow off some much-needed steam after the fight. The purse wasn't that big in comparison to the big pro fights, but it was enough for Vi to feel rich. Maybe she'd find someone to spoil. Nobody tonight had particularly caught her eye so far, though.
She took a final sip of the drink and gestured at the bartender for another rum and coke. The bartender made the drink, heavy on the pour, just like how he knew Vi liked it.
"Thanks Jericho," she said as she took another deep sip through the straw.
Jericho started making another customer's drink, "So," he said. "How'd the fight go? I was on shift when it was on the telly."
"I didn't win, but I didn't lose either, so it could've been worse."
"You went toe-to-toe with a world class fighter and didn't end up in the hospital," reasoned Jericho. He slid the martini across the bar without even looking at the other patron.
"You're right, but I wanted to win. I could have really used the entire purse," Vi said.
Jericho's eyes shifted and Vi looked to where he was looking. A tall, slender woman pulled up a rickety stool next to her.
"Your luck will change," Jericho smirked. "What can I get ya, young lady?"
"A daquiri, strawberry please," The woman responded, an unfamiliar accent pouring off her lips. Her very beautiful lips, Vi noticed.
"A rum girl," Vi said before she even realized she made the decision.
The woman pushed her long black-blue hair over her shoulder. She smiled shyly at Vi, her pale blue eyes peeking out under long lashes.
"Is that a rum and coke, then?" The woman responded.
"On the money," Vi smiled back. She stuck her bandaged hand out. She could tell that the other woman was analyzing why her hands looked so fucked up, but she eventually took her hand delicately, as if not to hurt her.
"I'm Vi."
"Caitlyn, charmed."
"You come here often?" Vi said coolly, testing the waters without directly asking man or woman? Her eyes roamed Caitlyn with novelty. The skintight grey dress she wore didn't leave much to the imagination.
"I just moved here, actually" Caitlyn responded. There was a glint of mischief in her eyes, like she caught onto exactly what Vi was probing. "But, this is my type of scene."
Excitement, so similar yet so different from the type she felt when squared up against an opposing fighter, pulsed through Vi's body. The chase was on. Except this time, unlike the fight, Vi would end up on top.
Vi felt her lips pull into a sly, side smirk. "I was hoping you'd say that. Join me for a dance?"
"That sounds lovely," Caitlyn said. "Can't promise that I'll be graceful, though."
"I'm a good dancer," Vi said reassuringly. "C'mon."
Vi lead them away from the bar, thanking her lucky stars this woman just happened to sit next to her. Better that Vi scoop her up than someone else. Jericho threw a wink Vi's way and a slight flush spread across her cheeks. Sometimes it was embarrassing to have a long-time family friend working at the bar. He wouldn't say anything to Vander, though.
Caitlyn's hand tentatively brushed up against Vi's forearm, and Vi secured their fingers together with her free hand as they weaved through the multitudes of women swaying to the music. Finally coming to a small break in the crowd, Vi let go of Caitlyn's hand. Some pop song was playing in the background, and the nearby speaker rumbled with base that Vi could feel in the depths of her chest.
Caitlyn was right, she wasn't particularly graceful dancer, but Vi found it cute anyways. Afterall, she could take the lead since dancing wasn't all that different from boxing. Taking a sip out of her drink, Vi reached forward, almost desperate to feel Caitlyn's warm skin again. Caitlyn took her hand and Vi gave her a small spin, careful not to spill either of their drinks. As Caitlyn came around, Vi pulled her closer. The song changed to an erotic Latin beat. Vi's hand settled on her waist, waiting to go further until Caitlyn made the next move.
Clearly pleased with the progression of the dancing, Caitlyn pressed her ass into Vi's crotch. Vi wanted nothing more than to throw her drink on the floor so she could grip both of Caitlyn's hips and gyrate to the beat. Instead, she settled on giving Caitlyn's hip a playful squeeze before running her hand flat across Caitlyn's taut stomach and to her upper thigh.
Vi closed her eyes, relishing the moment. This close, she could catch every note of Caitlyn's scent. The woman smelled like vanilla cupcakes, rum, and a little bit of sweat. Just that by itself was enough to intoxicate Vi.
"You're hot, cupcake," Vi whispered just loud enough for Caitlyn to hear over the throbbing beats. She pressed her lips into the crook of Caitlyn's neck.
"You're not so bad yours-" Caitlyn began to say.
Then a man, who was very out of place at this bar, crashed into them. He fell right into Caitlyn, causing her to spill her drink on him, and his drink on her. Caitlyn let out a surprised gasp as ice hit her bare skin. Vi immediately pulled Caitlyn around so that she was behind her and set her rum and coke on the sticky wooden floor. The man was faceplanted on the ground, clearly intoxicated.
"You good, bro?" Vi asked and offered a hand up.
The man staggered upwards. "I'm fine, bish," He slurred, swatting Vi's hand away "Wrong bar."
Vi rolled her eyes, trying to bite down on the anger she felt that the moment between her and Caitlyn was ruined. From the looks of it, Caitlyn's dress was toast. And that probably meant she would leave the bar to go home. Vi didn't want her to go, she found Caitlyn utterly enrapturing.
"Hey, I'm really sorry about that," Vi said, rubbing the back of her head bashfully. "Your dress has seen better days."
Caitlyn looked a little frazzled. "Yes, it does seem that way," she said with a sigh. "I can't stay out like this."
An idea sprang into Vi's mind. "Wait," Vi said, hands picking at her bandages. "My apartment is like, a five-minute walk away. You could grab a change of clothes and we could come back."
"That's very sweet Vi," Caitlyn responded as she carefully watched Vi's hands.
Say yes, say yes, say yes.
Caitlyn tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and with hooded eyes finally responded "Yes, I'd love that."
"Great, let's get you outta here."
The stagnant bar air gave way to the cool breeze outside. Vi took a deep breath, happy to finally cool off from the hot bar. The pair walked in tandem, the boxer keeping a watchful eye around the street.
"So, you just moved here," Vi said. "What do you do for a living?"
Caitlyn shuddered and rubbed her arms up and down her shoulders. "Oh, I'm a personal trainer."
"That's awesome," Vi responded as she shrugged off her red jacket and handed it out to Caitlyn. "Here."
Light pink tinted Caitlyn's cheeks, "It's only a five-minute walk."
"Why be cold?" Vi pointed out.
"Thank you," she said and slipped the jacket on. "Based on your hands, I'd say you either get into a lot of trouble or you're some sort of martial artist."
Vi laughed and gestured towards the street they needed to turn on. "Well, it used to be both. Now I'm just a pro-fighter."
Caitlyn looked like she was cataloging that information away for a later use. "Fascinating. I've been known to enjoy combat sports."
The conversation naturally subsided as they come up to Vi's apartment building. It was a little worn down, and Vi was embarrassed about it.
"I'll get a better place once I actually manage to win some fights," she mumbled in embarrassment.
Caitlyn didn't seem to mind much at all, and if she did, she made no indication about it. "How long have you lived in Zaun?"
Vi fumbled with the keys and looked briefly back at Caitlyn. "My whole life."
The door swung open, and she held it open for the other woman, "Second apartment on the right."
Vi flicked on the lights to her apartment, and she whistled in relief that she managed to actually pick up the place. Caitlyn looked around. "This is nice."
"Thanks, so…" Vi said. "I don't really have clothes your style, but I'll rummage around for something adequate to head back to the bar."
Caitlyn hummed in response, looking at pictures on the wall.
Searching through her drawers, she found a somewhat feminine top and some yoga pants. Compared to the other stuff she had, this is what fit Caitlyn's style. When Vi walked out of her room, she noticed something different about how Caitlyn was holding herself.
"Here," She offered the clothes. "Closest thing I got to a dress. Anyway, I'll be in the bedroom, and you can change in the bathroom. Just knock on the door when you're ready to go."
Vi's eyes drifted to Caitlyn's lips and she saw that she was biting them. "Ah, yes. Thank you again."
"No problem," Vi said, shutting the door gently and then flopped onto her bed.
She slowly undid her hand bindings to see that most of the scrapes had scabbed over. A couple of minutes later, maybe a few minutes too long, a soft knock rapped on her door. Vi sprang upwards, very excited to continue dancing with Caitlyn.
"I can't wait to get back in there," Vi said as she reached for the door. "Y'know I could buy us some drinks-"
What was standing in the doorway nearly floored Vi.
There Caitlyn was, wearing none of the clothes she was given. She wasn't wearing any clothes at all. A lump caught in Vi's throat as she sized Caitlyn up from head to toe. The blush from earlier was there, and her severe features looked as enticing as ever. Her pale skin looked beautiful in the dim light from the bedroom. Caitlyn's toned body was adorned only by a matching black bra and panties. The surge of desire from before returned with a vengeance.
"Caitlyn?" Vi's breath caught.
Caitlyn licked her lips, her eyes lowering to Vi's level. "I'm not going to wear the clothes out, Vi."
"Oh? Do you want-"
"I didn't come back here for clothes." Doubt began to spread across her face, and she grabbed her arm in uncertainty.
Realization dawned on Vi. "Are… you sure?"
Caitlyn raised one eyebrow delicately. That was all Vi needed.
"Hell yeah. Come here," Vi said and reached for Caitlyn's face and pulled her into a ferocious kiss.
Caitlyn's hands immediately went for Vi's pink hair, gently tugging. Vi's hands roamed down Caitlyn's neck and down her collarbone, lean shoulders, lithe waist, and finally settling on her ass. Her lips felt better than she even thought possible, and she relished the way Caitlyn pressed herself flush against her.
"You're so fucking hot," Vi mumbled against her lips. "Get on the bed."
Caitlyn made no protested and sauntered over to the bed, the sway of her hips the object of Vi's complete attention. Fire burned through her core and down to her legs. She landed on her back and propped herself on her elbows, intensely interested in what Vi was going to do next. Pressing hot kisses up and down her neck and collarbone, Vi climbed on top of her.
Caitlyn arched her body up to Vi's lips as she trailed down to her breasts and stomach.
"I can't tell you how pleased I am that I walked into that bar," Caitlyn managed between gasps.
"Me neither cupcake," Vi responded as she unhooked Caitlyn's bra. She discarded it promptly to the side of the bed. She wrapped her warm mouth around Caitlyn's nipple and gave a playful suck and gently fondled her other breast. She released her nipple with a pop and said, "It's been a while since I've seen someone even in your league."
Caitlyn reached out and tucked Vi's pink hair behind her ear. "You're just saying that."
Instead of responding, Vi just nipped down on Caitlyn's sternum.
"Am not."
"Could you take your clothes off, at least?"
"Hey, you're the one who came to my door almost naked. Gimme a minute."
Vi released Caitlyn from her grasp, leaving the other woman panting, her normally light blue eyes nearly black with desire. Vi peeled off her white tank top and tossed it towards where Caitlyn's bra lay.
She could feel Caitlyn studying her as she continued to undress. She unbuckled her trousers and kicked them off the side of the bed, peeled off her socks, and returned to Caitlyn in only her sports bra and boy shorts.
"Better?"
"Much," Caitlyn beckoned her with a finger back over on top of her, and Vi happily obliged. Caitlyn ran a tentative hand over her scars and tattoos, her fingertips dragging across her shoulders, neck, and collarbone. Goosebumps raised on Vi's skin wherever Caitlyn went. Soft contact like this wasn't something Vi normally got on one-night stands, but she relished Caitlyn's touch as it moved towards her back.
Caitlyn pressed a gentle kiss on her lips, and the previously soft touches on her back turned into a light, but persistent, scratch. Vi let out a low grumble.
"Where were we?" Caitlyn asked almost innocently.
"Wherever you want me to be," Vi said and returned the kiss, pushing her full weight on top of Caitlyn, pinning her to the bed.
Caitlyn's legs spread and Vi both nestled between them, getting the hint. She peppered kisses once more down Caitlyn's long body, sometimes giving a nip which made Caitlyn moan. Vi's thumbs hooked under her panties and slid them down her legs. Instead of discarding them in the heap with the other garments, Vi snuck the panties behind the bedframe. She propped Caitlyn's legs on top of her shoulders and kissed her calves as she pulled them off her completely. Vi slid her tongue along the length of Caitlyn's inner thigh.
Caitlyn let out a sharp hiss, and her ribs flared, which Vi found sexy as fuck. Vi lowered herself onto the bed and finally let her eyes settle on her completely appetizing prize.
"I hope you taste as good as you smell," Vi smirked.
Caitlyn propped herself on her elbows, "Stop teasing."
Vi bit down on Caitlyn's hip and sucked hard, causing her to buck against her mouth. Vi let go after a few moments, "I'll tease as much as I want to."
Caitlyn let out a breathy moan that almost made Vi lose her cool. "Please?"
Steel gray eyes narrowed in determination, and she finally lowered herself to Caitlyn's glistening folds. She pressed a gentle kiss onto Caitlyn's pussy and slipped her tongue through its length.
The noises she's making should be illegal. Vi wrapped her mouth around her clit and started sucking as she gripped onto Caitlyn's hips possessively. Vi thought she was being loud until she started sucking and licking at the same. At that point, Caitlyn let out a loud cry.
"Vi!"
The noises she was making just encouraged Vi more. She doubled down on her efforts, alternating between diving her tongue between her folds and sucking on her clit. At some point, Caitlyn was too weak to hold herself up and surrendered herself onto the bed.
Minutes passed, and Caitlyn's back began to arch, her toes curling into the bed.
"Vi, I-I'm close."
Vi took a deep breath, "You got it baby." And plunged back down.
Pulsating pleasure from her head to her toes coursed through Caitlyn's body and she let one final cry. Her knees pressed into the sides of Vi's head. This had to be Vi's favorite part of any encounter like this; undoing the princess.
"Fuck!"
Vi wiped her mouth off on her arm and pulled herself up onto Caitlyn once more. She kissed her eyebrow and rolled off.
"You were amazing," Caitlyn breathed and sat up.
"I'm glad you think so. But I'm not done with you yet."
Caitlyn's blue eyes went wide. "What do you mean?"
Vi stood up off the bed and walked to her nightstand. She opened the drawer. Caitlyn crawled to the edge of the bed to see what Vi was presenting to her.
Inside was several vibrators, lube, and a strap-on.
"Choose your destiny," Vi smirked, wiggling her fingers as an option as well. When she looked back at Caitlyn, her eyes were hooded, and her mouth was parted in renewed desire. A burning lust Vi had yet to see out of her.
Caitlyn pointed at the strap-on.
Doing a mental fist pump, Vi wasted no time on putting on the new panties and strapping herself in. She poured enough lube on to make the strap-on slick.
"Hands and knees, cupcake," Vi ordered.
Caitlyn scrambled back on the bed, eager to please. She propped herself up on her fours and offered herself to Vi. She crumpled the sheets in her fists. Vi took a moment to admire Caitlyn's ass and the swoop of her back and hips. She could hear the shallow breaths Caitlyn took as she waited in complete anticipation.
Might as well put her out of her misery.
Vi positioned herself behind Caitlyn, trailing her hand up and down her back.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good," Vi promised and slid herself in.
Caitlyn gasped at being filled so deeply and she pushed her hips backwards to meet Vi's.
"Good girl," Vi smirked and started thrusting at a slow, but steady pace.
"Please, please fuck me," Caitlyn begged.
Not needing to be told twice, Vi quickened her motions, holding Caitlyn's hips in a vice grip. Both hands, just like she wanted to do at the club. Caitlyn's moans turned into a wail. Vi's strap hit her inner walls at the most delicious angle, and the way Vi moved her hips, she could feel friction on her clit.
"Yes!" She gasped, her vision blurring from pleasure.
Vi was brutally insistent with her strokes, her hips slapping into Caitlyn's ass. She reached and grabbed her shoulder.
"Vi?" Caitlyn asked.
In between pants, Vi answered, "What do you need?"
"N-need, need to see you."
Vi pulled out, and Caitlyn almost sobbed in the loss of contact. She rolled over and spread her legs eagerly.
Pumping her hips, Vi slid back into Caitlyn effortlessly. "I like seeing you, too."
Caitlyn pulled down Vi's head and crashed their lips together in a desperate kiss. Vi drove her hips more, and gripped Caitlyn's thigh in one hand and cupped her face in the other.
Caitlyn's breath hitched again and she went limp against Vi, her mouth open in a soundless orgasm. Vi protectively held onto her, looking into her eyes as she landed into the end of her climax.
"You're the lay of a lifetime," Vi panted. She pulled off the strap-on and settled in next to Caitlyn. When their eyes met again, Vi half-expected Caitlyn to look exhausted. Instead, a look of curiosity had spread across her face.
Vi rolled Caitlyn into her so she could hold her, her defined arms offering much needed respite from their intense session.
"I can't say I disagree," Caitlyn sighed in contentment. "But… who said I'm done with you?"
Vi wasn't ready for what came next.