Thread: Lonely, (SerenityAlec1 and Hummingbird)

The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood like proud soldiers on parade, and it didn't matter how many times K'rin Johnson rushed her hands down her sturdy, lengthy neck to flatten them either, they weren't having it, the skin there was almost wet with strain-born-sweat, which was awesome and not bloody gross at all , and all cos she'd opted to try the whole pay-some-stranger-to-hold-me thing again, albeit this time with a woman instead of a man, cos the man had been awkward as all get out . Not his fault either, it was on K'rin herself, she'd never laid with a man before, well, she had, but not like that , wrestling with one and laying down with one intimately was a whole other thing obviously and besides, most of the time when she was laid down with a man on the mat she was the one in control, yesterday she'd been the vulnerable party and wanted to be, needed to be, really, cos Goddamn was it ever tough to be tough, to always act like things didn't phase her, like hearing the bitch that'd knocked her out say she was a fat dyke that didn't belong in the bantamweight division, let alone the UFC , during their post-fight press conference. Didn't help her cuddler was a fight fan either, that he'd been shocked and exclaimed, Holy shit! Big Booty Johnson ! at her when she opened her posh hotel room door, under normal circumstances she wouldn't mind, she had when it first started happening in her early days of MMA, but since signing with the UFC and her eight fight winning streak in the promotion she'd found herself being recognized much more frequently and most people only ever wanted a selfie, it had just put her on edge, that's all, made her worry George, the professional cuddler she'd hired to hold her like a lover for an hour , would go online and let the world know about her sad little need for the sort of services his company provided, she wasn't sure how she'd deal with something like that, the public was so quick to judge in the modern era, sometimes she felt the world was plain damn determined to be offended. There was a sexual aspect to the cuddling too, though there wasn't supposed to be, she'd been told that explicitly and it had put her at considerable ease, she wasn't sure if it was cos of the act of cuddling itself or if George had been throwing her vibes, if it had been the latter she'd soon know, with a Miss. Danari Sturludosomethingeuropean on her way to join her shortly, but if it had been the first, that cuddling was, for K'rin herself if nothing else, a sexual experience, she wasn't sure what she'd do, call it off mid-session like she'd done with George, that she was certain of, it was about her need for the intimacy in the first place she'd have to re-access. Dating was absolutely out of the question, after Selina the woman she totally didn't find an immediate fondness for cos she shared the first name with one of K'rin's very favorite fictional characters, Selina Kyle, Catwoman had gone south so bloody badly, not every woman K'rin had dated had been so controlling, so demanding, so hungry for her wealth and a prominent place in her shimmering spotlight, but enough of them had been as of late to put her off online dating and apps, and meeting people out in the real world, when they all, herself included sometimes, had their noses busily buried in their devices was near impossible. Kirk, one of her kickboxing coaches, had suggested sugar dating and told her of his adventures with a site called seekingarrangement, all of which sounded amusingly similar to her last handful of relationships, with Selina especially , but, he'd said, when the relationship was predicated on the notion of an arranged paid companionship, it was different, certain expectations could be laid out and met with every single meeting, as opposed to wading through the waters of regular relationships with every sense contained by some unseen, heard or felt force, but wasn't that part of the fun in meeting someone and getting to know them? She'd felt it was at the time, but now, standing in the middle of her recently serviced hotel room tying a bowtie while she waited for a woman she was to pay for an hour of cuddling, K'rin wasn't so sure, was cuddling something Kirk laid out in his list of expectations for his sugar women ? Likely not, with how raunchy he was in the gym K'rin expected his list was filled scandalous debauchery, not something as intimate as cuddling, it'd be on her list, if she had one , though, along with kissing, she loved kissing, loved all the subtle nuances that came with early kisses and the passion in being devoured by a lusty lady she'd enticed throughout a fun night of dinner, dancing and whatever else. Satisfied with the tie, with it's placement about her neck, K'rin tugged on the bottom of her beautifully embroidered vest and smoothed it out, rolled up her sleeves and took in a deep breath, held it and backed up a touch to get a glimpse of herself in the mirror, admired how she looked with her gut sucked in then let it go and laughed at herself, went to her bedside table and took out the box of Lindt chocolates she had stowed away there, sat down on her bed and took one out, carefully unwrapped it and was about to enjoy it when the phone to her room rang. Hello? she said and nodded when the receptionist informed her a Miss. Danari Sturludttir was on her way up, laughed when the receptionist asked if she was still on the line and nodded again, quickly shook her head, he couldn't see her nodding , Yes, sorry, yes. she said, off to a fine start, Thank you. Since she'd already unwrapped the chocolate K'rin popped it into her mouth but didn't savor it as she'd intended to, was too worried about getting her teeth re-brushed, why hadn't she just wrapped the thing back up ? Christ. With it swallowed K'rin quickly redid her teeth, washed her hands then dried them on her backside like she always did, now her slacks were wet , swore and blew out a breath at herself in the bathroom mirror, she could just not answer the door, could just be done with it all before it even started, but when the knock came she stood up straight, gave a sing-songy, Coming! and sighed, why had she opted to wear all black? Why not a red vest or golden bowtie? Only color she had on was the white of her wingtip shoes, shoes she shouldn't really have on but did cos reasons, and the gold of her watch. Okay. she said to herself and pushed off the edge of the bathroom vanity, went to the door of her room, Okay. she said quietly and took in a deep breath with her eyes closed, held it then opened the door with a bright, captivating smile that did a magnificent job of hiding just how badly she was freaked out. Last edited Nov 3, 2018