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Sumire Buchanen | 29 Chatswin, NY

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Not even the woman’s voice disappointed in any way, Imogen thought to herself as she stirred the drink in her hand, mainly to watch the golden flakes rotate in it. It was like seeing gold was a comfort to her, and relaxed her nerves as she took a seat on the stool beside her, delicately tucking her skirt under her as she did so, resting her heels against the stool leg as she crossed one of her legs. The woman in front of her was definitely a pleasure, so she didn’t mind continuing the conversation. Generally with her line of work, she tried to avoid familiarity. She didn’t need to know anyone beyond thanking them for their money. But.. She really just wanted to see this woman’s face more.

“Sumire?” Imogen repeated, as if the annunciation across her lips would allow her to keep it closer in her mind. She gave a smile, as she took a sip of the drink, letting out a quiet, content sigh afterwards. “Is it your favourite business?” She cooed, although Sumire’s flattery definitely did not go unnoticed as she leaned in so they could talk at comfier volumes, her elbows propped on the bar as her voice was now in hushed tones.

“I believe women’s night is a nice relief from the usual grabby handed men, they can get so rowdy and controlling. Women, however..” She said with a pause, her eyes darting to meet her gaze. “Are so comforting, so patient.. They aren’t so needy to get their compulsions, yes?”

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“Men—“The mention of the other sex brought about a girlish laugh, the points the other woman made were quite valid.  Although Sumire wasn’t one to generalize, the thought of placing a number of men in a setting like Black Lace brought a wrinkle to her nose.  More than often, it seemed that the customer’s attitudes were negative towards the beautiful women that were employed at the bar, whereas she believed that each performer deserved appreciation for their sultry charms. Look and appreciate, but don’t touch without permission and proper compensation.

“I think the understanding that we as women share delves deeper into the romantic aspects of human relationships, whereas men… they get too embroiled in fulfilling their physical desire to truly appreciate the beauty of a woman’s being. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. “ Picking up her glass with a coy grin, she sipped delicately. “But yes, this is my favorite business in all of Chatswin.  Even more than my own boulangerie.”

With her sight beginning to absently wander, Sumire couldn’t keep from admiring the other’s beauty.  While she radiated elegance, there was a certain edge about her aside from ownership of something such as a gentleman’s club. By hopefully building a relationship, Sumire hoped to find out more about her mysterious new interest.    

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Have you ever had that feeling—that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle.

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Ah, the illusive Ladies Night at Black Lace. The only night Imogen actually bothered to go and greet her patrons. Something about seeing a bunch of horny old men just didn’t do it for her, but Ladies Night, a bunch of gorgeous women requesting to see her gorgeous women - she just liked it a whole lot more. They were more well-kept, she didn’t have to escort many out for being too drunk, and generally her girls were a lot more relaxed on this night.

But, she had someone in mind she needed to talk to, Bambi told her about her. A frequent customer with generous tips, someone Bambi actually doesn’t mind seeing. She was a shy girl, so to openly talk about a customer was new, and Imogen’s curiosity was piqued. Especially with anyone who brings in revenue and isn’t a slimy greaseball.

After Bambi pointed her out for her, Imogen approached her at the bar, sliding over a drink for her. A very expensive champagne, even. Anything for her .. richer customers. Flashing her a smile, once Imogen caught the woman’s attention, she was about to speak but took a moment to be taken aback by her face.

Imogen always knew she preferred women, but she never quite knew how much until she seen this person’s face. “Hello, I’m Black Lace’s owner, you can call me Imogen.” She said, her voice soft, as she reached to flip her own hair back.

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It had been months since Sumire first began frequenting Black Lace, an establishment that was built to fulfill one’s deeper desires and not question or judge as long as you could bring in the cash to own up.   Being a woman attracted to other women, the idea of a Ladies’ Night had set her on cloud-nine; the thought of being surrounded by beautiful women having her relishing with joy.

Bambi, otherwise known as her dear Arya, helped to keep Sumire coming back again-and-again.  Money never proved to be an issue either, so splurging on dances and drinks proved to be one of her new favorite ways to treat herself.

Having just arrived and settled at the bar, Sumire was caught off guard by the sudden drink sent in her direction, a glass of Luxor gold leaf champagne. Looking to see where it came from, the woman’s gaze met the others’, instantly smitten by the image of sheer beauty that also had apparently bought her a drink.

“It’s both an honor and a pleasure to meet you, Miss Imogen—I want to sincerely thank you so much for holding this event, especially for women such as myself.” She glanced away shyly, taking the split-second to gather herself. 

“I’m Sumire Buchanen, but feel free to call me by just ‘Sumire’.  Might I also say that it’s refreshing to see such a gorgeous face behind one of my favorite businesses here in Chatswin?”  

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His throat was dry, a pang in the pit of his stomach to stop thinking.

Keenan can’t really answer her when she mentions trust, his heart pangs and his stomach tightens as she easily turns around and she keeps talking. He used to remember the internal frustration he had with this peculiar mood of hers, usually by now he’d be rolling his eyes and force himself to speak over her. The two of them were stubborn, but now it was only one.

Quiet and stiff, Keenan followed her and put his focus on the boxes that she motioned towards. The injury from prior travelled from his chest to his back, little by little. He ignored the pain and managed to hoist it up under his chin, he placed his head to the side slightly to see past the box and make it up the steps — in fear that he may fall under her again.

Metaphorically speaking, of course, he never planned to show his weaker side after he lived what would be a painful memory. He admitted to himself, again, how pretty she was. Her voice always had a soothing tone, patient and observant, but detailed and concise. He set the first box down as he passed through the front door and then silently headed down the steps, he didn’t bother to even look into the house’s bare interior. 

The second box made its way up to accompany his chest, right under his chin. It was heavier than the first one, or was he already tired? Apart from the occasional grunt or sigh, he silently repeated this process. Without a single word, as he had no way to tell her how much he missed her.

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Sumire waited inside of the entrance for the man to bring the first box, the contents being but framed photographs and awards she had planned to hang upon the walls.  All of which being from different periods in her life, capturing some of her happier moments. She even kept photographs that pictured times shared while still dating Keenan, which happened to catch her eye as she unpacked. One by one, she set the frames up in a neat arrangement nearby, figuring she’d get to the nailing and more advanced set-ups once all her belongings were inside. 

As he came into line of sight again, she couldn't help but falter to the inner discordance plaguing her mind. Having knowingly inflicted such pain on someone, she felt immeasurable guilt.  Yet, she also felt no regrets in terms of their past relationship. Sumire loved him, but couldn't reciprocate the same kind that he wished to share through marriage. Honestly, she tried to play out the situation many times, but it just wasn't meant to be. Weighing the options, it was better that she deny than lie to him in the time of their hypothetical marriage.

“Keenan—“ She called out, “Maybe we can carry them in together?”  

It was obvious to see that he was struggling somewhat with moving the boxes alone, only reminding her again of what happened merely months after she left. News reports detailing the accident filled the American sports press, which served as her only connection to seeing what exactly he had been up to after her sudden departure.  Of course it would have to be a touchy subject for him to discuss, so she omitted the fact and played ignorance.

“I think I can manage lugging them inside with your help! Seeing that they’re quite heavy, I’d rather you not overexert yourself—“

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it doesn’t register in her mind just how wrong this actually is, maybe because it isn’t actually wrong, but there will be consequences and ones that obviously aren’t going through her head right at this moment. there’s a soft sound of contentment slipping into the kiss when she feels the other’s slender fingers carding through her hair before they roam across her body.

the racing heartbeats drumming in her ears and drowning out the music in the background, the heat, the want; this isn’t a situation that calls for control, not for arya at least, and it is exactly what she does, losing that control. 

she’s indulging in the kiss, both hands sliding around sumire’s neck before threading gently through the strands. she has her fingers tangled before tugging at the strands a tad harshly, chest arched against the other and her mind’s clouded with all sorts of thoughts – none of which are appropriate.

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The moment was far too heated for Sumire to think of what would become of the relationship, seeing that the younger was both one of her precious students and approximately 10 years her junior.  While not unlawful, the thought of being anywhere near intimate with Arya was sinful beyond belief, yet by far one of the more exciting ventures she’s had in ages.

Adrenaline is what allowed her to keep up, rather than getting lost and falling under the spell entirely. Matching pace and force, the shared kiss only intensified, the woman’s hands fervently groping the other’s torso for a sense of stability.  

Letting a small whine out in response to the hair-pulling, Sumire gave a light nip to her lip, wanting to break for the slightest of moments to properly catch her breath.   

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it’s hard to gauge the expressions of the other given the dimmed lighting and the strands of hair that have fallen in front of arya’s face. but she catches the soft sighs that escape as a signal, prompting her further as she rolls her hips down against the other’s lap, brushing just slightly against the other’s thighs. 

there’s a faint purring sound vibrating in her throat, masked behind her lips when the other leans up, leaving a quick peck at the corner of her mouth. 

“it would’ve been unacceptable if you missed that, senpai” there’s a rush of thrill through her mind and she cranes her neck forward, smoothing a body roll through her torso, before she meets the woman’s lips with her own. a bold move for something that could’ve brought about too many consequences, but arya’s never been one to think twice on certain things. this is one of them.

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A faint smirk spread across Sumire’s features as she also carded her slender fingers through the girl’s hair, wanting to see the look on her face as she spoke. 

“Did you say ‘unaccepta—”

Her words fell short as the younger woman met her lips, not what she was expecting but far from unwelcome. Drawn into the forbidden kiss, Sumire’s hands became preoccupied with feeling out her body, having moved from her thighs towards her chest and everywhere in-between. 

Much like the other, she didn't show any concern as to how the exchange in affection would affect their futures. All she cared for was the friction. The curling of her tongue. The re-ignited feelings of passion with a partner, having not exchanged physical affections with another in a long while. 

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her other hand’s lifted, delicate fingers threading through her strands and brushing them back, giving her a clear view of sumire’s features as it does for the other. she keeps to the rhythm, different sensations heightening from the sensual movements and the subtle brushing despite not actually being in contact with the other.

until she feels hands traveling up her torso, trailing along the curves and fabric of that tight outfit she has on, and she arches into the touches. but the squeeze of her rear takes her by surprise and she parts her rosy lips around a soft gasp, before they curl into a grin, and she eases into the other’s palms. 

“test the limits, senpai.” a tone of invitation, her gaze unwavering from the other’s features before it lands on the lips.

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Luckily for Sumire, the lights remained near dimmed enough to hide the flushing of her pale face, but not the parted lips when the gentle sighs began to escape.  The naughty thoughts flooding her mind brought heightened sensitivity within her body, which then had a greater effect on receiving Bambi’s movements.  

With the girl having settled back into her grasp, Sumire took it upon herself to act on the younger’s words.  Her hands traveled along the back of the other’s thighs before giving them a more firm squeeze, fingertips dipping into the soft flesh.  But this still wasn’t enough for her, especially after noting the look and tone she used for voicing the challenge.

Leaning up, the woman placed a playful peck to the corner of her lips.

“I saw you looking, so would it be acceptable if I didn’t purposefully ‘miss’ this time?” 

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she can almost feel the warm breath caressing her neck when she arches close, and it sends a rush of adrenaline pulsing through her veins, spurring her on. fingers curled gently around sumire’s shoulder, her other arm falls behind as she turns her torso sideways slightly. 

wrong, everything about this situation right now is wrong. she’s straddling her music teacher and doing body rolls with her chest arched towards the other woman, accentuating every curve as she rolls her hips slowly on the other’s thighs. nothing is right about this even if it does feel so…right.

the beats and the tune of the sensual music in the background coupled with her racing heartbeats and the responses from sumire have her sinking in the moment, forgetting that the other is her music teacher whom she still has to meet face-to-face on the coming thursday. she indulges herself in the dance, in the pleasure that comes with this performance before her attention’s reeled back with the soft plea. she turns then, gaze alluring as she finds that of the other’s easily under the dimmed lighting, and a soft purring sound vibrates at the back of her throat in response to the alias. 

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The punctuated nature of Arya’s movements drove Sumire crazy, each were equally as attentive to working each arch in the same sensual way, especially in the way the younger’s touches fell upon her body coupled with rhythmic rolling.

The worried thoughts the older woman once had slowly disappeared after meeting the girl’s gaze, this wasn’t the student she knew but an entirely different person. Bambi. This perspective allowing Sumire to forget about their upcoming lesson and continue to give her the responses she craved.

Her hands slowly but surely creeped further up Bambi’s torso, but stopped right below her ribcage, wanting to remain as courteous as she could possibly be in such a situation.  Instead, Sumire’s hands slide back down towards her butt with an ever-so-light squeeze.  It’d be an understatement to say that she wanted to feel all over the other’s body, so she inquired softly. 

“I’m sorry if that wasn’t called for, but just what is off limits?”

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Right, okay. 

No, not okay.

Definitely not okay, just the pure figurine was enough to confuse him as to how he recognized her so quickly. He couldn’t remember much, he was too perplexed to bother with details. But the general idea? Yeah, that was there. The fact that his heart felt as though it stopped beating for a few seconds — per se. 

“Wow,” He smiled; he actually cranked out a small smile as though he were mildly surprised at this situation. “ — what a hell of a coincidence. Never thought I’d run into you here, Sumire.”

He realized his pun and started to feel more embarrassed than he initially wanted to feel, not only that but he even managed to squeeze in a rhyming sequence for the sake of taking his crumbled pride and pushing it elsewhere. She hadn’t changed much, a different hairstyle but otherwise — she was different yet the same. Beautiful, admittedly —as always. 

Keenan scratched his chin, the sound of his fingers interacting with his beard taking over the silence. “Uh, you need help?” He pointed at the boxes all around, figuring he’d make use of himself while he was here. 

Somehow, as though he felt like it was okay to do so. 

What am I doing —

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“Technically, this is my hometown, remember?”  Sumire uttered softly, a short laugh slipping after having caught the rhyme; cutting quick due to her being unsure of it was intentional.  

“Oh Keenan… It really has been too long.  But meeting under these circumstances? Doesn’t this only happen in the movies?” Her voice ringing light and innocent, avoiding making the situation any more awkward.  First looking to him with a hum, her attention is then directed towards the remaining boxes she needed to go through and sort.

“If you’re insisting, I mean… You can come and help me, even if it’s just a little bit.  There’s not much to do there, but I won’t turn down the offer if it’s presenting itself.”

Sumire turned on her heel, leading him over toward her doorstep where several marked boxes were located, right at the step.

“I managed to push a few of the heavier boxes over to the left, could you possibly carry those ones inside for me? I would’ve asked my little Brodie bro, but knowing him… He’d probably purposely drop them to spite me. But I feel that I can trust you not to do so.”

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her first and foremost major concern is what if sumire tells remy about this? not that her music teacher is one to gossip but this just doesn’t seem quite appropriate. actually what arya’s doing here isn’t appropriate at all — or from remy’s perspective it won’t be.

sumire’s words after do ease her up a little, and the little reminder has her closing her mouth promptly, though her expression resembles that of a child getting caught with her hand stuck down the candy jar. 

she catches the corner of her bottom lip in between her teeth “by little secret it means from everyone, right?” there’s hesitation before arya takes the money and the tip offered, fingers instinctively feeling out the generosity from the thickness of the stack. 

it’ll be a lie to say that there is no uneasiness in this strange encounter, but arya brushes it off easily enough at the request, and she squares her shoulders, regaining the confidence she has had just a couple of minutes ago. professional as always, she steps forward once the music cue begins, hips swaying, knees placed each side of her teacher’s lap. expression controlled as she slides her fingers up into her hair, eyes averting coyly while she rolls her hips slowly in a circular motion, before stopping almost abruptly to slide her knees outward and spread her thighs wider, only to bring them back as she drops her arms back to her sides, hair falling in her face. her hands fall atop her hips as her shoulders move forward and she slowly arches toward sumire in a smooth, even body-roll, curving back again before repeating the sensual movement. her arms lift and her finger curl delicately and gently over sumire’s shoulders, yet she makes no eye contact with the woman as she places all movement solely in her abdomen; her eyes trained with a dark, sultry gaze meant to tease, and she finally meets the gaze of her teacher’s, though very briefly.

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“Yes—It’ll be from everyone, dear.  I can’t imagine what would happen, with you working here… and by me simply being here. You and I both know it won’t be… pretty.”

Sumire tilts her head, her eyes fixated on the younger as she accepts the payment.  With a deep breath, she also readied herself to the start of the song, welcoming the girl by innocently grabbing her sides.  The guilty feelings were replaced with ones of pleasure, the high price being well worth the show she was receiving.  Here, Arya was more than just her music student, but an object of her inner desires.

The teasing rolls and friction fulfilled the craving for physical contact, the woman’s breath hitching when Arya draws closer with her arms.  Even the briefest moment of their eyes meeting lit a fire within Sumire, who was unable to get the image out of her mind.  

How would she face her with a straight face and clean thoughts during their next lesson?  She tried to make sense of it, but also considered the other’s possible views.  Would they have changed, now knowing what her sweet music teacher indulges in on her off time?  Would it even be any different, considering they both caught one another doing something… wrong?

“Bambi—“ Sumire said softly, “They definitely weren’t lying about you being the cutest. Look here, please...”

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she has her mind focused entirely on the music, the rhythm to which she makes every twirl and her grip on the pole. the moves are almost automatic and she barely has to think about her next step, rush of adrenaline spurring her on. 

an arm around the pole, she grabs onto it with a leg bent and raised before tossing her head back as an ending pose. she’s unable to make out the client’s features from the dimmed lighting and flipped view, but she can at least figure out that the other’s a female — rare in this club but not arya’s first encounter of a client of the same gender. the lights are switched on once the music ends, and she pulls herself up from the pose, fingers brushing away the strands that are falling in front of her face before she turns to face the client. “heard you asked for the cutest, bambi at your serv—” she halts in the middle of her sentence, mouth agape from the sight that welcomes her when she finally gets a good glance at the client sitting across the room; the woman whom arya sees as role model of all sorts and ( despite the reluctance to admit it ), the woman who manages to keep arya grounded, her music teacher.

sumire.

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Taking a deep breath, the woman gives herself the few moments before the lights come on to prepare her for what was to come from Arya’s reaction. Eyes traveling along the lines of her body, unable to keep from doing so after being given an opportunity to see clearer. With her legs crossed, she looks up to the younger with the softest smile she could manage.

“I knew you were wild, but not quite on this level—“She said, stifling an awkward giggle.  Knowing well that both of their situations would turn sour if news of this encounter were to ever escape, Sumire offered reassurance though a gentle pat to her thigh.

“It’s not very lady-like to keep your mouth open like that, remember? But … I’m assuming this will be our little secret?”  Reaching into her coat pocket, she offered the girl the money and a generous tip.  

“Honestly, I was going to also purchase a lap dance… But I can understand if that may be a little much to ask.”

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the timing of the request couldn’t have been more impeccable. it had honestly been a quiet day thus far at the club, too quiet in fact, and this wasn’t all that much of a good news for Arya, considering how badly she had been wanting to stretch some muscles. she rose from her chair, not all too bothered with adjusting her tight-fitting shorts as she strode off in her heels, heading for the designated room. 

she had her gaze on the ground when she entered the room along with the cue of the music, instinctively stepping over to the pole at the front. in spite of the long hair that was covering her features and the dimmed lighting preventing her from getting a glimpse of the other sitting across the room, she moved along to the beats, finally getting a chance to loosen up with her first dance request for today.

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Having settled back comfortably, Sumire’s focus immediately directed to the girl standing before her at the pole. While she couldn’t pin-point it exactly, something about the specific dancer seemed familiar, even with it being her first visit to the club. Shrugging it off, the woman further sipped at her drink, eyes tracking each sway and twirl the other made.

That’s when it finally hit her.  Amidst the movement, she was able to catch a glimpse of the girl’s face.  Everything about the situation was wrong in her mind, but she was absolutely mesmerized by the skills put on display.  If anything, she knew to at least wait until the end of the performance to make any sort of comment.  

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relief washes over her when she’s offered assistance by the other. a sheepish smile makes it onto her lips by the time she turns her head enough to glance at the stranger. despite feeling relieved, scarlett feels her cheeks flush with embarrassment and groans internally. there goes her first impression. “i’m trying to locate the spa? my mother is there and i need to drop something off for her.” a short laugh falls from her lips as she nods in agreement. “i feel the same way to be honest.”

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Sumire found the awkwardness in the girl’s response more endearing than anything, knowing well that would’ve most likely been her own response to such a situation, letting her finish before speaking again. “Then it’s your lucky day, because that has to be one of the only places I remember how to get to like the back of my hand. I’ll warn you that I’m bad at explaining directions, but I could lead you over if you’d like that!”