Who: Maia Amell (The Warden) & Pam Swynford de Beaufort. Where: A bar near Pam's evening appointment. What: Getting to know each other. When: 5/25 Warnings/Rating: PG13; sexual discussion/innuendo, language, Pam. Status: Complete
Pam was glad for the weather that night, given that she got to keep her coat on. She didn’t particularly care about catcalls or dumb shit like that, but she did hate getting her dresses dirty. It as expensive as shit to keep dry-cleaning latex. She’d driven down to the bar she’d recommended, figuring she could kill some time with this chick, and maybe get more out of it if she was lucky. She hoped her voice wasn’t annoying. That was always a mood killer. The mood was important.
She walked into the place, angling up to the bar and ordering a dry red wine. Hopefully the woman would be on time.
Maia had only taken the time necessary to change into something with cleavage, and her absolute tightest pants. She had promised knockers and an nice ass after all, and her brain came standard anyway.
She arrived a few moments later, and looked around.
Pam heard the door open and close, and she turned around, casually appraising the girl who came through. She had a nice figure, that was clear enough; she’d dressed to show it off. “Glad you’re on time,” she said, still checking the girl out.
“Nice to meet you,” Maia replied. She walked up, her smile broad. She held out her hand. The blonde was attractive, but not in a classical way. She was rather curious about what was under that jacket, though.
She took the hand, clasping it rather than shaking it, not smiling quite as broadly. She didn’t smile much, as a rule. Pam tended to think it made her look stupid, and she wasn’t stupid. “You’ve got the advantage of me,” she said smoothly. “I told my name on that network; it’s Pam. What’s yours?”
“Maia.” She squeezed Pam’s hand lightly. The woman’s palms were ridiculously soft and Maia liked that more than she could say. “I should have remembered that. Sorry, love.”
“With a Y or an I? I knew a Maya-with-a-Y who used to work at one of the clubs in Shreveport. S’where I come from. She was a cocktease. Made great money out of it, though.” Pam arched a smile, beckoning the bartender so Maia could order.
“I.” Maia raised her eyebrows, not sure what kind of club Pam meant. Not that she really cared. “I can be a cocktease, but then I think, why bother teasing when I could have some bloody fun?”
“Men aren’t very fun, at least not for me.” Pam shrugged. “They tend to do the same thing every time. Sweet talk you, like calling you darlin’ would magically make you put out. Or, they try to act like dick size rules all. Last I looked, this wasn’t a jungle; it just smelled like one.” She got her wine, taking a sip and nodding approval. The drier, the better.
Maia snorted. "Depends on the bloke, and what kind of itch I have. Might try the darling thing." She grinned. "At least on the right kind of birds. Or try it on a bloke to see the look on his face!"
That did make Pam smirk. “Find the right kind of man, I guess that’s right. Most of my clients would get off on that. But of course, my clients are pathetic.” She smirked, eyebrows raising momentarily and cynically. “So, are you bisexual, then? I’m just curious, I’m not one of those who’s all grossed out by penetration. Mostly just amused you can put up with being so bored for so long.”
"I once texted while getting shagged," Maia admitted with a playful smirk. "I guess it doesn't really matter to me. I like all sorts, and sometimes a good dicking is just what the doctor ordered. Doesn't quite beat a nice pair of knockers, though."
“Only once?” Pam laughed. She couldn’t help but be amused at this girl’s choice of words, though. “How long you been outta England?” She undid the first couple of buttons on her coat. Why not. Wine would come off latex easy enough.
“This time? About a month. I came to visit a wee bit back for a conference right after I graduated, and that’s how I ended up here. I must have impressed someone with my thesis.” Maia shrugged a shoulder, and sipped her drink, eyes following Pam’s fingers.
“Thesis, huh. You’re either smart, or you blew the right teachers, which would make you smart anyway.” Pam didn’t mean anything by it, that was just how it seemed to work in her experience. She fixed her collar, letting her high collar of her shirt show through, letting Maia get a look at the skin between the black ribbons.
"While I may have shagged a teacher on a desk, that was after I passed on my own merits," she assured her. She licked her lips. "My thesis was on the commonalities between various ancient mythologies."
“So like, what was the same in Norse and Roman mythologies even though they might never have seen each other?” Pam wasn’t stupid, just uneducated.
"One ruler, a family of gods with a lot of relation. How each god had their own realm. The other gods tended to check the power of the Jupiter and Odin." Maia explained. "There's the importance of Fate, and both had three women who served that role."
Pam nodded. Made sense to her. “What do you wanna do with that, teach? Can’t do much else, I suppose.” Seemed like the eighth circle of hell to her, but better somebody else deal with kids so she didn’t have to.
"Teach, yes. It's interesting to me, and I have some ideas how to make it interesting to others. So for now I'm just manning the library. Which is pretty interesting too, surprisingly." She smiled lecherously. "Some real pretty birds come in there."
Not a bad place to people watch, Pam figured. She sipped more wine. “I dropped out,” she said in an ambivalent tone; if this bitch was going to judge, it would be now. “In the south, you still have the idiots thinking girls are just good for being wives, so I dropped out and started doing jobs at the clubs in town. Done me better than algebra and chemistry ever did.”
Maia gave Pam a soft smile. "You seem to be happy with your life, love. Not everyone lives for learning." She finished her drink, and set the glass down.
There were a lot of things she dreamed about that not everyone would live for. And a lot of things she did too.
But most people liked to have fun, and so did Maia.
That got a tiny smile from Pam, believe it or not. “I do fine,” she said. “Got the fuck out of Shreveport when the gettin’ was good, and just worked my way west. I met this lady who took me under her wing and taught me the tricks. Really, I’m a small businesswoman.” She smirked a little.
Maia was trying to decide just what Pam meant by tricks, and she wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
Then, in her dreams, she’d indulged more than once at the Pearl....
“Sounds like you enjoy it.”
“You know, I do?” Pam finished her wine, looking at this Maia. “People are so fucking judgy. Thanks for not being judgy.”
Maia grinned. "Glass houses and all that, you know? Why waste precious time being a bitch to people."
“Well, unless they deserve it.” That got Maia another button, just because. Pam’s cleavage was on full display now. “Some people have asked me if I’m a bitch because I’m a dyke or vice versa.” She raised one sardonic eyebrow, remembering a few of those. “One of them was actually a client, but I think he just asked so I’d punish him proper.”
"I don't see what being a dyke has to do with being a bitch, or vice versa. I've known plenty of both who were only one or the other." Maia was keeping her cool, in the face of another button. Really. Mostly.
“Now see, you are smart. I’ll only spank you if you ask me to.” Pam leaned over a little, enjoying every time the girl blinked. “And only after my appointment. Why some men tip me $200 to get humiliated is beyond me.”
"Really?" Maia tilted her head, sounding almost interested in that. And looking a little red. "I do like a light spanking every now and again."
And that's a great way to earn $200.00.
Too easy. Pam grinned flat out. “Maybe I could fit you in sometime. Though usually my clients are men.” Manipulative, maybe, but if Maia wanted a date, she wanted to hear it.
Maia licked her lips. “Would it be as as client, or do I get special dispensation for having a nice arse and a brain? Because I was thinking we could get some more drinks after you work.”
Why not. It wasn’t as if she had anything better to do, and it’d been a while since she got laid proper. “First time’s free.” Pam said with a satisfied chuckle. “And while I’m not usually one to ogle, you do have some excellent support there.” She wasn’t picky about tits, but Maia’s did have a nice shape. Something you could get your mouth on.
It wasn't like Maia hadn't gotten any recently. It wasn't like she was particularly always on the hunt. But when she liked something she liked going after it. And she found Pam fascinating.
She pushed her knockers up. "I'm not even cheating with my bra."
“Oh, I could tell. You get good at spotting shit over time.” Pam could spot a push-up bra or a pair of Spanx at twenty paces. She smiled. “No, you’re just naturally gifted.”
“Well the best gifts are shared ones, and you’re not without gifts yourself,” Maia replied. She wished she had another drink - Pam was making it hard for her to concentrate.
“Flattery will get you ... mm. Most places.” Well. When it came to sex, at least. Still, this Maia did seem like someone who she could get on with. “I don’t know if you ever went to Shreveport, but if you did, well, you know it’s mostly a bunch of sleazes wearing holy-roller faces. I just had to get real good at knowing who meant me harm.”
Maia grinned. "Then I'll have to try harder, won't I. To get to all the places." Her eyes dropped down to Pam's chest, and then back up again. "The only harm I mean is the kind we might mutually enjoy."
“I only really play for keeps when I’m being paid, honey.” Pam shrugged. Really, she wished it had been a little harder to get Maia interested, but oh, well, no one would be perfect. “You’ll make it out in one piece, I promise.”
Not everyone wanted to play hard to get. Maia gave her a smile. "Meet here, or somewhere else, love?"
“Could do the hotel room I’ll have.” Pam named an establishment about fifteen minutes away. It was still a little early to be bringing anyone home. Her home was hers. “I’ll have it for three nights running.”
Maia might have blushed a little bit again. "Huh. Well then, I know where that is. What time shall I drop by?"
“Give me til 10. I need some time to come down. Also to get the damn sheets cleaned.” For a long time, Pam had wanted to open her own space, but she hadn’t made that much money. “Sorry, it’s a little tacky, but my apartment is so not fit.”
“Love, after this one time at the cleaners, there aren’t many places I’d say no to.” She winked. Maia decide she’d need another drink though.
Pam checked her watch; she could stay a little longer. “The cleaners, really?” That amused her. “Hm. My personal favorite was the circus. Yes, really.”
"I want to make jokes about elephant trunks and contortionists," Maia replied cheekily. "But I've only experience with the latter."
“Really.” That amused Pam; she set her chin on her hand, looking over at the girl. “Well, now I have to hear this.”
"About a year ago, there was this girl in one of my classes who was probably triple-jointed? It didn't really matter, she could bend over backwards and lick her own lady-parts and let me tell you that was amazing to watch."
Pam couldn’t stop her own eyes from widening faintly, and it took a lot to impress her. “If I could do that, I might never leave my house.”
“I got a picture,” Maia bragged.
That actually made Pam laugh. Miracle of miracles. “Damn. I don’t even know if that would be sexy, just ... something to look at.”
“It’s kind of both. I’ll bring it along when I stop by your love hotel.” She all but drawled out the world ‘love’.
“Goddamn, I wish we had those.” Pam rolled her eyes. “It would solve so many fucking problems. And fucking problems, I guess.” She’d heard about Japan, and always thought it might be good to go there. The Japanese had their head screwed on straight about sex. She made a kissy face at Maia. “I should go soon.”
“Well, I’ll stand here and watch the view, love. I agree though. You Yanks have some odd ideas about sex.”
“If you mean trying to stamp it out is an idea.” Pam rolled her eyes again. She enjoyed scandalizing people, and she enjoyed making them think, so she reached over and ran a hand over the front of Maia’s shirt, enjoying the short feel of good old fashioned tits. “Until 10?”