(ง •̀_•́)ง (ember_celica) wrote in pathways_log, @ 2021-02-06 06:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | @location: diamond burlesque club, life is strange: rachel amber, rwby: weiss schnee, rwby: yang xiao long |
You're like a hot scoop of weiss cream.
Who: Yang and Weiss, also Ft. Rachel
What: First Meetings
When: Late January
Where: Diamond
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13 for Suggestive Themes
Status: Complete
Perfume, deodorant, sweat, and the strong smell of icy-hot lingered together in the dressing room as Weiss strutted into work that afternoon. She had a gym bag in one hand and a very tall coffee in the other, earbuds tucked into her ears, and her eyes firmly planted on the flooring as she headed to her chair.
This wasn’t really her life. Not this crowded room of gaggling women - and the occasional man. Spangly costumes in bright colors that were easy to remove. Thick, gaudy makeup and every imaginable shade of glitter; None of which her employer actually supplied and all of which came at a price.
Weiss put on a thick layer of ice and had marketed herself on stage as The Ice Queen - an appelage that most of her co-workers agreed was completely correct. Those with sense knew there must have been circumstances that lead her to this place. Others whispered she lead a rich life on her off days and only showed up to disgrace her senator father.
Whether it was true or not, she’d never tell. But what was true was that she took some comfort in the fact that the smells were familiar to her previous life. Years of ballet and fencing were put to use every night on stage.
And at least it was a high class show.
That day, though, as she put on her makeup and squeezed herself into her pantyhose, she found herself wishing that she’d made at least one friend.
Hazel eyes regarded her from the mirror next to her as Rachel Amber studied her a moment before returning to her own make-up. She considered Weiss to be a bitch, but so was she. So that made her competition.
Hell, half the rumors she'd started herself. If someone asked Rachel, and they wouldn't, she'd say she'd been helping to protect the woman. After all, she knew well the value of obscuring one's past, and Rachel had done things in her life that she would rather not come to light. The things one did to survive...
This was hella better than her last gig, anyway. She straightened, glancing at Weiss directly.
"We've got a new bouncer today, have you heard? Think this one will last?"
"Hmm?" Weiss replied, face contorted a bit as she used a pair of tweezers to carefully press her fake eyelash into place. Small talk wasn't Rachel Amber's usual game, and she hadn't really been paying attention. She put her tweezers down before she poked her eye out and glanced over at her while reaching for her coffee.
"A new bouncer, really? As if we ever hold onto one of those for longer than a week." She rolled her eyes skyward while she sipped her coffee, and then shrugged a shoulder. "I caught the last one getting greedy with his hands one time. I certainly hope whoever the new one is has already learned to keep their hands to themselves."
Fake eyelashes, fake faces, fake smiles, fake-- well okay, Weiss clearly didn't have fake boobs and Rachel's were natural too, but they couldn't say the same of a lot of the ladies they worked with.
Rachel smirked, and frankly she couldn't wait to see the look on Weiss's face when she saw how inappropriate hand comments were going to be, "I think she's a vet, or something. A little beefy, pretty tall, gorgeous violet eyes and..."
Her eyes dropped to Weiss's chest, "She's got in abundance what you lack."
A flush washed over Weiss's cheeks that she couldn't control, but she snorted out of her nose and turned back to her makeup. Her tube of mascara got a little more attention than it needed before she started applying a coat to one of her eyes. Her movements seemed calm and her demeanor was cool as a cucumber despite her annoyance at Rachel's comment.
"They're obviously enough to get the job done. You look at them all the time, and not just to compare them to yours."
Weiss thought all of these comments were honestly more than a little gay, but that was none of her business. "Besides, there IS such a thing as far too much cleavage. Imagine how hard it would be to exercise or even sleep comfortably."
Getting a rise out of Weiss was one of the reasons Rachel got up in the morning. Well, sex, drugs and music were the other reasons, but this was a big one. So she considered the flush a victory.
She reached over and groped one, "They're a perfect handful, I'm not gonna lie. But that bouncer? You could get lost in her cleavage."
There was a knock at the door, even though it wasn't actually closed. A Korean woman with blonde hair poked her head in. She was wearing a tight, low-cut tank-top with Diamond on the front, glittering silver on a black background.
"Which one of you is Rachel? Boss lady wants to see you."
Weiss had been in the process of swatting Rachel's arm away with her mascara wand, and as Yang poked her head into the room she lost control of the thing. It left an angry black trail down Rachel's arm as it clattered to the floor, and Weiss realised only too slowly that she was staring, slack-jawed.
She cleared her throat and pointed at Rachel, "We're going to need a minute to get her cleaned up. You startled us!"
Rachel tapped the bottom of Weiss’s chin with one finger before grabbing a cloth to clean her arm. “Oh, no no, I’m perfectly okay.”
She bounced out of Weiss’s reach and slipped past Yang, coincidentally knocking her into the dressing room with her hip. The door clicked shut.
Yang stared at the door, then at the… exceptionally pretty woman in white and blue and little else. “Uh.”
Oh, smart Yang, “Sorry about startling you. I’m Yang.” She offered her left hand on account of her right arm ending just above where her elbow had been.
More concerned with saving her mascara from the floor than she was in making introductions, Weiss had already bent down to the floor to retrieve it. When she was back on her feet she was confronted with a hand, a pair of breasts just as large as Rachel had hinted, and a few more surprises.
It was exceptionally hot and dry in the dressing room, very suddenly.
"I'm Weiss." She finally replied, after remembering that she had grown up in polite society and it was rude to keep anyone waiting like this.
Not that she usually cared about being rude these days. But still. "It's fine. You probably saved me from being accosted further. Everyone seems to think my tiny breasts are game for squeezing these days."
"They're a polite handful," Yang assured her, before squinting up one eye as she realized she'd just blurted that out. Clearing her throat, she amended, "Assuming you volunteer. For the hand -- nevermind. Are you ... is everything..." She waggled her hand, which suddenly wanted to know how polite that handful might felt, but she wasn't going to just grope someone. Especially someone who’d rebuffed her handshake.
"Maybe I should..." She gestured awkwardly again, "Get back up front and keep an eye out for men I might need to yeet."
Yang also suddenly had regrets about this job. She'd thought she could handle being surrounded by beautiful women but Weiss was leaving her tongue-tied. Also gay. Oh lord was she gay.
'A polite handful'. Weiss snorted at the comment while cleaning off her mascara wand with a tissue. But it was kind of adorable the way their new bodyguard kept waggling her hand awkwardly and rambling. And the awkward waving was because Weiss hadn't taken her hand, she realised.
It was too late for warmer introductions now, and she wasn't sure she minded making Yang a little ill-at-ease. "Are you going to be like this while you're protecting us from handsy MAGAs? You really should be more confident about... well... everything."
Especially the way she looked in that tank top. Not that Weiss was looking. Or thinking about Yang's eye color. Or the fact that Yang's other hand was missing. Was she supposed to look at the arm? Or not look at the arm? "I have concerns, honestly. My body isn't even the nicest one in here and you're already acting like a boob."
"Oh, those guys wouldn't stand a chance," Yang replied, flexing her left arm and winking. Weiss was just...gorgeous and untouchable and that was a combination that was doing strange things to her.
"And don't sell yourself short, babe. In a club full of 10s you're an 11."
Maybe a slight exaggeration, after all there were some hotties, but she found herself oddly enamoured with Weiss. Like she somehow knew her.
Subconsciously, she puffed out her chest.
Consciously, Weiss began to wonder if she was just a little bit gay. The thought brought a flush to her cheeks, and she buried both it and the odd butterflies trying to rise up her throat down as far as she could.
It was probably just all the compliments this woman kept paying her. She wasn't quite used to it. "Well. If you insist. But..."
Weiss finally gestured to Yang's other arm, the mascara wand still in her hand. Whether she was or was not supposed to discuss the topic, she just had to know. If it was going to make waves with the new bouncer they might as well work that out now. "Can I just. I mean, one handed? Against those people? Some of them are ten times your size despite all the rest of your assets."
Yang had expected the question, so she was only a little offended. In answer she grabbed Weiss by the hip and picked her up. For a moment, Weiss was airborne before she landed onto Yang's bicep.
Actually she wasn't sure if this was the best demonstration of her strength, "I might not be in the marines anymore but I still keep up my strength."
"HEY!" Weiss shouted, loud enough for a few of the other girls in the room to glance over at them for a moment. One looked amused by the sight, another rolled their eyes, but no one was coming to Weiss's rescue.
She very lightly flailed her hands against Yang in protest, making contact with bare skin and soft, soft hair, before giving up. There she was, parked on another woman's bicep, and apparently not as upset about it as she thought she should be. "This is... ridiculous... and I probably deserve it."
Some of her fingers absently started running through Yang's hair. "You're obviously insanely strong and I was... speaking out of turn."
In most circumstances, Yang was pretty protective of her hair, but Weiss's fingers felt nice and were kind of... soothing. Soothing in a way that made her want to squirm and god this had been a bad idea how was she going to be able to protect these women if she could be distracted by them? It was better than doing their job, anyway. Yang could move and dance but she was pretty sure she couldn't sexy dance around a pole. Some skills were beyond her.
"I'm totally insanely strong, but you don't exactly weigh much." Girls liked being complimented on their figure right?
She patted Weiss with her hand, which was roughly positioned near side boob, "You fill this out nice, though. You're like a hot scoop of weiss cream."
"No." Weiss folded her arms and shook her head at the pun, which was awful. She nearly caught Yang's hand in her armpit at the same time, where it might have been stuck forever patting her side-boob. That was an enticing thought. No, it wasn’t.
"Do these lines actually work on people?"
Yang flexed her arm beneath Weiss, and bounced her a bit more. Honestly she was enjoying this way too much and was not looking forward to having to put her down.
"You know," One of the other girls said. "She's tall enough you can pretend she's a pole."
Ignoring that, Yang said, "Depends. Did it?"
"I'M not the pole dancing type, Felicity." Weiss spat out, her voice warbling up and down a bit as Yang bounced her around. It was all she could do to maintain composure, yet for some reason she still hadn't asked Yang to put her down. It was kind of nice to feel tall.
And sit on a very strong woman's bicep. She was willing to admit that. "I'm... not exactly sure."
Yang bounced her once more, very high, before catching her around the waist with her arm and hand. This left their faces much too close together. Weiss's eyes were an icy blue and there was something sparkly in her make-up and she smelled like something sweet and fruity, which was generally Yang's favorite drink.
"Should let you get on stage," She said, after a moment too long.
"...probably..." Weiss agreed, though she was barely able to breathe. She didn't really need to wrap her arms around Yang to keep her balance - Yang had that all in hand - but she found herself doing so anyway.
Weiss was so tiny! Yang noted she was dangling with her feet not even on the ground, which was better than noting how little there was between her and this girl. Woman. Weiss was definitely a woman.
Slowly, she set Weiss down, before she ended up with too much glitter on herself, "Sounds good! I hope you have fun."
Weiss brushed a hand through her own hair and twitched her costume back into place in an effort to restore some of her dignity. Yang’s face and cleavage were already a sparkling wash of glitter, yet somehow there was still enough left on her skin that she didn’t think she’d need to reapply it.
It was definitely cutting it close and she’d have to rush to take her place on the stage at this point. But she turned back to glance at Yang for a second before quitting the room. “I’m sure ONE of us will have fun.”