Violetta
4th Level Indigo Feather
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Jamie sighed and flopped down in her favorite chair so that she could unwind. A long night at the bar takes it out of a girl! She thought. Of course, a long night at the bar was different for her than it was for most people. A long night at the bar was a long night on her feet. She served drinks, ran food, took orders. She made great tips, but those tips never made her poor feet feel any better!
Her housemate Violetta sashayed into the room with a smirk. “Buona notte, Jamie.” The Italian said as she slid down into the chair next to her friend. “Was work good this evening? Did you make much coin?”
“It was fine, just long. I did well enough, though.” Jamie told her, pulling a wad of bills out. Violetta grinned and patted her friend on the thigh.
“Magnifico!” She said brightly. “And now I suppose you wish for some relief for your aches?”
“Heavens, yes!” Jamie answered the wonderful offer, then moved to the sofa. Violetta sat down and plucked off the American woman’s shoes, then pulled off her socks and started to give them a firm rub.
“This is what you need, sì?” Violetta asked, running her thumbs down the middle of Jamie’s soles. Her friend just smiled and nodded, sounding drugged by now. Jamie didn’t even notice Scar come in. The former gang-member-turned-prizefighter leaned over to look at the out-of-it Jamie.
“Hey look at you!” Scar teased as she reached down and poked Jamie on the tummy, making her sit up quickly. As she did, Scar flopped down. She had on her trademark scarlet tank top and matching jeans, which she wore to every cage event. “Look like you could use some help!”
Jamie was a bit nervous, thinking that the mischievous younger woman was up to no good. “Ah… I think I’m fiiiiAIIII!!” She ended in a gasp as Scar ran a finger under her brown hair, finding her most sensitive spot, right on the back of her neck. It wasn’t fair, since it was the spot to drive her crazy!
“Scarlet! You should not do that. It is impolite to touch her so!” Vi chided. Scar just shrugged.
“So?”
“You should instead hold her down so that I may do this.” Vi finished. Before Jamie could even question what it was that Violetta was about to do, the Italian had wrapped one arm around the other woman’s ankles, then took to skittering her fingertips back and forth over the overworked soles.
Scar took to teasing the back of Jamie’s neck once more, making her tense up with balled fists held out to the side as she let out a huge, giggling laugh.
“I think I see that this was the right choice,” Violetta quipped. “After all, I have not seen you smile this loudly in days!”
Her housemate Violetta sashayed into the room with a smirk. “Buona notte, Jamie.” The Italian said as she slid down into the chair next to her friend. “Was work good this evening? Did you make much coin?”
“It was fine, just long. I did well enough, though.” Jamie told her, pulling a wad of bills out. Violetta grinned and patted her friend on the thigh.
“Magnifico!” She said brightly. “And now I suppose you wish for some relief for your aches?”
“Heavens, yes!” Jamie answered the wonderful offer, then moved to the sofa. Violetta sat down and plucked off the American woman’s shoes, then pulled off her socks and started to give them a firm rub.
“This is what you need, sì?” Violetta asked, running her thumbs down the middle of Jamie’s soles. Her friend just smiled and nodded, sounding drugged by now. Jamie didn’t even notice Scar come in. The former gang-member-turned-prizefighter leaned over to look at the out-of-it Jamie.
“Hey look at you!” Scar teased as she reached down and poked Jamie on the tummy, making her sit up quickly. As she did, Scar flopped down. She had on her trademark scarlet tank top and matching jeans, which she wore to every cage event. “Look like you could use some help!”
Jamie was a bit nervous, thinking that the mischievous younger woman was up to no good. “Ah… I think I’m fiiiiAIIII!!” She ended in a gasp as Scar ran a finger under her brown hair, finding her most sensitive spot, right on the back of her neck. It wasn’t fair, since it was the spot to drive her crazy!
“Scarlet! You should not do that. It is impolite to touch her so!” Vi chided. Scar just shrugged.
“So?”
“You should instead hold her down so that I may do this.” Vi finished. Before Jamie could even question what it was that Violetta was about to do, the Italian had wrapped one arm around the other woman’s ankles, then took to skittering her fingertips back and forth over the overworked soles.
Scar took to teasing the back of Jamie’s neck once more, making her tense up with balled fists held out to the side as she let out a huge, giggling laugh.
“I think I see that this was the right choice,” Violetta quipped. “After all, I have not seen you smile this loudly in days!”
