A Little Sex Training {darkest_fate&DeliciousLust}

[darkest_fate]

They didn't kid when they called Robbi a pansexual deviant. or when they called her a nymphomaniac. It might have interfered with her life if she'd picked something more humdrum and boring as a career. Then again, the piercings and excessive tattoos dotting her soft mocha skin would've had her turned away at many gigs, despite the bewitching face and clever green eyes. Robbi was the brilliant product of American breeding: a perfect mixture of several races that turned out someone decidedly minority but likely had a drop of every majority in her as well. Green eyes, slender curves, and a killer bust. The latter did happen to be slightly enhanced: when you were in Robbi's profession, such things came standard.

Her profile on the website ranked her as one of the rougher of her type. It read that she could take the shyest girl or most timid guy and turn them into a living, breathing sex god. Attractiveness didn't matter so long as you had the right parts: Robbi would fuck you. More importantly, she'd train you to grab your own sexuality by the horns. Put simply, the woman was a "sex trainer." The profession itself happened to be fairly new and very avant garde, certainly edgy, but thanks to celebrity endorsements, they'd grown by leaps and bounds. Robbi herself had gone through a decent list of clients, albeit nobody famous enough to name drop, unless you happened to be in the greater Chicago area.

The woman pulled out the latest iPhone and pulled up the dossier on her latest client. She had to purse her lips, feeling the ring shot through her left side dig a little. Robbi had fucked her share of people, but this particular girl probably ranked in the top five hottest. Fuck, she probably ranked near the top ten of people Robbi had outright seen. According to the request, if Robbi was reading right or the info given true, both of which which only possibilities, this particular hottie had done well enough during high school. That was back when finding out that someone else liked your genitals was generally enough for celebration. True, Robbi had been fucking older boys by fourteen, but she knew that not everyone developed as fast as her (in both a literal and emotional sense). But apparently the poor girlie had been having a helluva time keeping a partner in more recent times. Said that she often just didn't know what to do with sex and didn't have a clue where to even start.

"Enter me," Robbi said, her voice a little throaty. She chuckled and reached for a glass in front of her. As per usual, the first meeting was to take place in a moderately scaled hotel bar. Robbi had dressed in tight black denim jeans with a sleeveless black tee that showed off her pierced belly if she moved right. A loose shirt hung over her to hide most of it, giving her a strange look of class and crass. She sat at a table tucked away in the corner: one reserved by her agency just for rendevous like this.

The procedure was simple. Meet the client. If the client agreed with the pairing, then they headed upstairs and tested baseline sexual knowledge. In short: they met at a hotel for a hookup. This would let the trainer understand what they were working with and the trainee what to expect. Details could be hashed out, and public flirting was to be expected. Generally part of the process entailed making sure that the bar knew the client and trainer were going upstairs to fuck: often the clients had sexual hangups. Hell, Robbi all but specialized in exhibitionism, and she was already pressing her thighs together and squirming as she looked over this picture.

"Wonder if she's shopped?" the woman asked, tilting her head and flicking the screen again. She took a sip of her drink, enjoying the slight kick of the alcohol as it poured into her system. Slightly almond shaped green eyes tore away from the screen to scan the room again, knowing that the beauty should be entering any moment now. The clients had this tendency to arrive either way early or way late, and Robbi was betting on the former for this particular one. The table had been set with the little placard proclaiming Robbi's agency, and it wasn't as if the client wouldn't recognize her from the picture on the site. So it was just a matter of playing the waiting game.

Bored already, Robbi looked back at her phone, tilting the submitted pictures to examine. As per regulation, there was to be at least one of the client "in her sexiest outfit." This looked pretty damn good, so at least they had that as a starting point. Of course, the client had sent measurements and there was a sack of clothes waiting in the room... along with other things, depending on how the night went. Robbi hummed to herself as she tapped, smiling slightly at the thought of just where the night would go from there.

 

[DeliciousLust]

Betty Woo wasn't exactly the type of person who liked to admit that she needed help. From the outside, it was perhaps hard to see why she would be someone who needed any sort of help when she had the background, beauty and brains to create the workings of a successful babe in today's world. Even though she wasn't exactly a celebrity in the greater Chicago area, her pictures easily circulated several outlets in social media and even submitted unexpectedly in vapid contests of looks to see who was hotter when it came to superficial looks. Needless to say, it was rather easy for her to find some arm candy by her side at all times. This was fact ever since high school when she developed rather well to earn her a lead over other girls in popularity and keep in throughout her years after she graduated. There was something being a petite Asian hottie that never exactly grew out of style. It also helped that she saw her sexual awakening rather early and lost her virginity at an early age, then exercised her sexual right whenever the opportunity presented itself soon after. There were probably some deep latent psychological daddy issues that explained that, but she wasn't here to see a psychologist. It was a different sort of alternative help she needed unfortunately.

There was a little secret that many didn't know about Betty, nothing exactly she was proud of. Betty was horrible in bed, in the sack even. It was hard to believe how a hot package could flounder in the sexual area when she had so many opportunities to exercise her skills and practice. Just a few dates, many of her lovers soon found out her weakness. There were some who left her early, not seeing her worth the effort despite the pretty face. Some trudged on, thinking they could squeeze some long term relationship out of her that could be beyond sex. It didn't help that she liked sex herself, wanted it, and those who were lucky enough to fuck her easily found her to be a bore. She didn't know what she did wrong exactly, though it wasn't something she could easily know herself. Sex was merely an exercise of release, or so she believed. As a woman in the real world, she understood that her release may come secondary to her partners, but so long as somebody was pleased in sex. Sadly, even her partners weren't pleased. It just wasn't enough to have a hot babe lay on her back, and be completely unmoving to the experience. She only knew of one position and it seemed to suit her early partners in high school rather fine when sex was an early experience. However, people's taste grew, especially with the speed that society moved. People want someone who was not just pretty and fuckable, but exciting and dangerous. Betty was merely "safe", sort of a pitiful call back to the women of the feudal times who pleased their husband to consummate. That was merely not enough now.

She heard about this "Robbi", which had a rather alternative spelling to her name. Something told her that wasn't her real name, just a stage name. When she heard that there was someone out there who professionally taught sex, she thought of that person perhaps being a prostitute or the like. Then she had to scale back her expectations as she couldn't see herself as being above that person, especially not with the problems she was having. Despite the differences in profession, such a person must be her better in sexual ability if her name came highly recommended by her colleagues and associates. If anything, she must have a greater standing than Betty in social circles. There was a bit of shame that weight on her shoulders, eroding her past confidence, but she knew she had to rise above that. After so many defeats, she knew that would take some time. There was some bit of anxiety that ate her inside when she submitted her pictures to Robbi to take a gander, along with her impressive measurements to match. They were doctored, but not very much so. In real life, her subtle flaws are forgotten for her greater beauty. Women weren't exactly her go-to partners in a relationship, but she felt some obligation to earn approval from this Robbi. Perhaps it was some void inside her that needed to be filled to rebuild her confidence, after so many crushing defeats with her departed partners that left for greener pastures. She didn't do any research in the woman herself, preferring to leave things to the imagination and to surprise. In her thoughts, she pictured Robbi could either be some smoking hot dominatrix that was adorned in tight latex and perhaps spoke with some foreign accent. On the other side of the spectrum, she imagine that Robbi could be some woman who dressed in a hoodie and sweats, as if sexual training was the same thing as physical training. Seeing as this was apparently general knowledge with the masses and she lacked it, she wondered if this made her sheltered in comparison.

Betty grew up a rather colourful part of Chicago, which exposed her to many different scenes and genres. Even if she was boring in bed, she was at least fashionable and appealed to a variety of tastes. She had a sizable wardrobe that could fit many occasions, trendy, sexy, alternative and sometimes even near fetish related. Regardless, she still managed to keep a 'good girl' aura round her. Beyond her anxiety to meeting this stranger for the first time and opening her doors to sexual experiences, she was also unsure what to dress for such an occasion. Luckily, she had the day off, so she could spend almost hours pondering on her wardrobe. She didn't know what people wore when they went to be taught the complexities and tricks of sex. A part of her didn't even know if there was going to be sex involved, or she was going to be walking into an on-going orgy that would allow her to see the light at the end of an exhausting night. Needlessly to say, at least her predicament gave her enough fuel to form amusing thoughts in her head that caused her to both blush and giggle without prompting. She texted her friends for some confidence and sent some pictures to get some ideas for outfits. Eventually, she settled on a rather sexy and sport number to enhance her best assets.

Her outfit consisted of a ball cap with some numbers stitch on it to make it look worn, her glossy black hair was pulled into a fashionable ponytail and fitted through the velcro strap of the hat neatly. She wore a grey tank top that was cut off short that probably made it look more closely to a sports bra, it hug her sizable chest rather well. Her perky breasts were undoubtedly implants that fitted well with her small form, something she got right after high school to keep her in the lead of many women, the hint of piercings poked through the fabric of her top. Her stomach was toned with a short little chain that hung from it, it was free of the tattoos that Robbi had however, though she could probably spot the hint of a regrettable tramp stamp behind her that read something embarrassing. Hugging her tight rounded hips were black yoga shorts that did little to hid her shapely rump. Finally, she wore thigh-high socks with red and blue stripes that highlighted the tanned thigh in between tight fabrics. When she strode through the hotel doors, she was in seemingly mid-jog, as she if had just finished exercising. It was perhaps just an act. She then grew cautious and strode through the hotel before she spot the woman who had the agency tag in front of her. Was that Robbi? She was quite a looker, and/or a hooker too. What kind of woman was she? Did she make the right decision to do this? Was she some sort of freakshow? What if she didn't really need help? What were her limits to get what she wanted? Were they going to be here all night? And many other questions filled her head as she awkwardly strode forward with an overwhelmed look on her face that blurted the first thing in her head. "Urm...I'm here for you..."

 

[darkest_fate]

Holy fuck. Robbi's eyes went wide as she saw the sexy Asian entering the bar. She doublechecked her phone, even holding it up for a moment. Yep, definitely the girl, and apparently there hadn't been much photoshopping done on her at all. Robbi lowered the phone as the woman drew closer, smiling up at her. Those green eyes raked, noting that despite the woman looking absolutely stunning, she didn't seem to walk with a whole lot of confidence. There just wasn't a sway, a strut, a swagger to her. It almost felt like watching a particularly pretty doll.

And that was what she wore to a hotel hookup? Yeah, she looked good, but Betty was the type who'd have looked good in a paper sack. The outfit looked like it belonged more to an overeager piece of jailbait than a confident woman. Maybe she'd borrowed it from a hip kid sister or something. Time to see what she was actually like, as she drew closer.

"Wow," Robbi said, chuckling and shaking her head slightly. She nodded and gestured at the chair opposite her. "Betty, you need to relax, alright? The whole point of this is to get you comfortable with yourself and other people, so you don't have to look all awkward and mechanical and shit. I'm what they call a 'sure thing,'" she leaned forward, cupping her arms under her chest to enhance her already impressive cleavage. "You're gonna be able to take me up to that hotel room even if you sit there and stutter, alright? So fucking relax already," she nodded again toward the chair before leaning back again.

This one was going to take work; Robbi could tell that much and they hadn't even gotten to the preliminaries. Though she did have to admit that just looking at Betty made her want to start fucking someone, hopefully the petite Asian who seemed to be about forty percent boob.

"Tonight's about setting a baseline. We have a few drinks, chit-chat, and if you're cool with it," Robbi dug into her pocket and pulled out a hotel key. She held it up, smiling at Betty and flipping it so she could see that they'd rented a particularly nice room. Then she slid it on the table where the Asian girl should sit, tapping it a few times to further hammer home the point.

 

[DeliciousLust]

Betty mustered a small shy smile at Robbi when she saw that her eyes went wide at her appearance, suppressing a small giggle. Even though Robbi made an impression on her with her grungy alternative look, she was glad that she was able to make an impression with her as well. Despite her failures, the attention of people wasn't something she grew tired of and constantly found herself wanting after all these years. It was perhaps thanks to a childhood where she was the centre of attention with all of her lovers and friends as the popular girl around the locker hall. Even when she long graduated, she still found herself in the same arena in the malls and sometimes even in the streets. However, that was the first step of her appeal and typically where she stopped short when less attractive people than her managed to surpass her when it came to sexual appeal and magnetism. Again, she didn't want to admit that she had a problem and certainly not one that revolved around the bedroom. She thought women could never have problems when it came to sex. Men were the ones with sexual dysfunctions and the like. Until she knew of her own problem, she didn't know that lack of sexual ability was something to ever be concerned about, especially when you were this pretty.

However, despite how pretty she looked, she didn't have much grace. She did continue to walk with a casual beat, as if she was merely here for a work out rather than learning the art of sensual allure. Even if this was meant to be some seedy hotel hookup, she liked her outfit plenty enough to garner attention. It didn't factor into her that she was thought to look like a piece of jailbait. She liked to dress and act younger, there was some sort of cute appeal in innocence. Unfortunately for her, she typically stayed innocent when the act no longer required to be up-kept and over stayed its welcome. People wanted to make a little girl squeal, but probably fuck a woman.

"Sorry, Robbi." She breathed out apologetically with a tone that seemed to be partially winded from her false work out. "I didn't meant to look so tense, if anything, I thought to look more flexible than anything. I'm not too sure what I'm in for and I want to be prepared than anything. These are my comfortable clothes in fact and it's not my intention to look awkward." There was a tone about her that seemed almost defensive as she found some offence in the scrutiny that was already given to her, especially with all the lengths she went to look pleasing and cute. She was still pretty sure that people would be willing to have a one-night stand with her in this outfit, but it seemed that was all she was good for. Her hands reached to the back of her shorts, adjusting the waist band of it to reveal to anyone standing behind her the Chinese characters of "Horny Little Girl", though in a little more poetics. Again, it was a regrettable tattoo.

She gave a glance at Robbi's cleavage, a little impressed and more curious how she compared to her. There was a slight competitive mindset in her that she didn't want to get outdone so easily in looks by those around her. However, this wasn't a contest and it was supposed to be a learning experience. Her anxieties had to settle down if she wanted to start learning and making a different. Pulling the chair out, she flopped down to take a seat and cross her legs to match the lining of her thigh-high socks together. "Okay, baseline then. I could do that. I want to get comfortable and friendly with you, you seem like an interesting person. Sorry about starting things on the wrong foot. You seem like someone I want to be friends with, especially if you're going to know all about me anymore, even if you are taking my money." She cracked a half-joking smile at the woman across from her, wanting to befriend her genuinely. At the very least, she wanted to know of her plastic surgeon too.

 

[darkest_fate]

The apology nearly had Robbi rolling her eyes. Everything about this girl screamed a lack of confidence, which seemed almost strange given her appearance and all. Still, the trainer did have to admit that she could at least see why someone might think that the outfit showed some flexibility or whatever. The comfortable clothes thing definitely made sense, though it almost had Robbi snorting. "You don't dress comfortable for someone you're trying to fuck," she pointed out, again tapping the table. "It's not enough to just look hot: you've got to know how to flaunt it," again the woman gave her chest a little squeeze, though she was fairly certain that Betty could manage at least that much.

And the girl just flopped down on the chair. The thigh-highs, the flopping, the way she handled herself, it all made Robbi want to ask if she could check the girl's ID. At least Betty didn't look too uncomfortable in a bar, and she hadn't reeled away from Robbi, so she had that much going for her, at the least. The trainer waved away the apologies and talk. "It's cool. Not like I expect you to sashay in here and make me wanna jump you or anything. I gotta admit: you are one of the hottest girls I've ever seen. Got a real nice fucking body," she flicked her fingers, "bet half the people in this place wouldn't kick you out of bed. she took another sip of her drink before setting it down, adjusting it as she gave the woman a critical scan.

"So, basics: Robbi's my real name, cute spelling and all. Happens when you've got a creative mom. You're something like my dozenth client or so, and I haven't had one yet that wasn't thrilled. I even had one that went on to be an adult film star, think he won an award or something? Sends me copies every once in a while," she grinned and tapped her fingers on the glass. "I'll fuck anyone who asks, pretty much, since sex is pretty fucking great and all. So," she smiled, "you gay? Bi? Or just too nervous to try and hire a guy sex trainer? Because if it's that last, you're gonna be in for a whole new world, Betty," she quirked a brow, smirking confident as she drained the last few drops out of her glass. It was always interesting to see the reaction. Prude? Nervous teenager? Spoiled pretty girl? Experimental coed? Dedicated student?

Robbi had nearly experienced them all, and she was itching to find out where Betty fit into the categories. The blunt questions about sexuality always led to a brief fidgeting list of the various lovers and all. That was always the awkward part to this: part date, part doctor's physical, part hiring a hooker. And Robbi know how the handle all parts equally well.

 

[DeliciousLust]

It was perhaps best that Robbi didn't show too much outward show of her thoughts on Betty, as the latter girl was already a little anxious by her own internal reservations and cluelessness. She had thought that she had done everything right so far, at the very least appearing in her sexy sporty outfit. I mean, she wasn't expecting to be running the track or playing baseball when it came to their lessons, but there was a part of her that did indeed thought that these lessons would be similar to the yoga lessons she had been taking at the local community. She was prepared for some physical activity, though her mind set probably fell more toward the flirty end of the spectrum than the actual erotic, which may be where she and her instructor had diverged in opinion. Has she known what was expected, she might have came to the hotel dressed in a night gown. Or maybe in a latex get-up. She did gave a double blink when she was told to not dress comfortably for something that she's trying to fuck. That sent her in a slight spin, was that a statement for her first lesson or did it apply right now? As far as she knew, there wasn't trying to fuck the instructor, unless it was part of the lesson. She hadn't thought she was tested already without even forewarned. Or getting to know the woman for that matter! A part of her was glad they had time to talk things out. Delving into things deeply made things strange and awkward. She raised a slight brow when the woman gave her chest a squeeze, which made her wonder if she should follow suit or go challenge her by going further. Her hands went up to the tops of her breasts for a moment, but were soon retracted in a gesture of cautiousness. No need to pull her top up like one of her visits to Louisiana.

At least, she was complimented on her looks overall however, which earned a small giggle from her. It perhaps didn't help the giggle did well to accentuate the emulated youthful traits from her. She was of age, but could very well be mistaken for a piece of overly developed jailbait. It was just a bonus that she didn't mind when people asked for her ID, which proved that she didn't lose much from her high school days. However, it was perhaps an interesting point that she had a nice body, now she just wanted to nice fucking body that actually saw some action. If her lack of luck in bed continued, she might start to build a horrible reputation for herself. It seemed men could get more satisfaction from a fleshlight, than sleep with her. However the city was big enough and it seemed that she did take the first steps in correcting herself to steer herself on the right course. Now she had to face the challenges before her and see if they delivered results at all.

Her slender brow rose again when Robbi mentioned that she would have sex with anyone who asked. It was hard to believe from a beautiful woman like herself, as she thought that she might have a high standard to both her clients and partners. Betty liked sex, though never saw it as a wanton need that could be satisfied with anyone. Was this woman an addict or just very loose, or generous? However, it all came that back she couldn't exactly satisfy anyone beyond a one-night stand. She smiled shyly when asked the question of her orientation, especially the fact that the last perhaps rang the truest when it came to her reasoning to hiring Robbi. Her partners were typically men, though Robbi did remind her that she did find some slight attraction in women from time to time if their beauty or personality is in the first place. Robbi seemed experience and bold, which did strike some appeal in her. That wasn't to say that she identified with being Bi, but the admiration she found in Robbi and her past history of some women seemed to say otherwise on that fact. "Yeah, I figured that this might be easier when it's not with a guy trainer...I don't want things to get too awkward between the trainer and all. A woman would know a woman's body best, right?" She said with a small tilt of her head, seemingly expecting the other woman to agree.

 

[darkest_fate]

Ugh, the worst time of trainee: someone who wanted to have a woman because a woman knew better. At least it wasn't a matter of comfort, or at least, Betty wasn't claiming it was a matter of comfort. Betty had heard nearly every excuse in the book. Most of those excuses did generally mean "I've always been curious about fucking women and thought this would be a good chance to see without getting weird about it." As per usual, Robbi didn't particularly care. If the hot Asian just wanted someone who knew her body, all the better.

"Fine by me," Robbi said, shrugging, "but you do realize we're going to fuck? A lot," she rolled her eyes over Betty's body, more than a little pleased at the thought of getting her hands and other parts all over that. "During your training, you are going to end up fucking someone at least once a day. That means that until we get you all nice and loose, you're going to end up fucking me," she pointed at herself, her finger just above her chest, "daily," she smiled at that, clearly more than a little pleased about it. "And your training starts today. I'm betting you're not stupid, so you probably guessed that already. Hell, we're in a damn hotel," she tapped her fingers against her drink again, considering whether or not to order another. They did technically have some stuff to go over yet: standard business stuff, the handing over of the medical releases and all that crap. A lot of Robbi's was up in the room waiting for them; she hadn't wanted to sit there with a sheet of paper on the table after all.

"Right, so like I said, we set a baseline. First you need to tell me aaaaall about your sexual history and experience. Don't leave shit out. I'm like a combo guidance counselor slash therapist slash fuck buddy, and I can't help you for shit if you don't tell the truth. Shit like 'do you orgasm often,' 'how often do you masturbate,' 'do you like sex,' all that, I gotta know it. Anything off limits, I wanna know now. I don't want to get all hot and sweaty in bed and find out you don't want anyone touching your pretty little ass. And by the way?" she leaned forward, raising her brows. "You ain't tried that, you don't get to say no. I'm damn good at getting partners hooked on fucking anal," she smiled, then gestured for a waitress to come and fill up her glass. Something told her they were going to end up sitting a while, especially as she fully expected Betty to start giggling or stuttering over her words while she tried to figure it all out. "You're also supposed to have some paperwork shit filled out? Stuff about how you're clean and you're totally cool with this and ain't going to sue me for fucking your pretty little brains out."

Robbi finished by raising her brows, looking expectantly and clearly wondering where the girl was going to produce the paperwork from. Then again, she'd read the stuff off phones before, and she had hers there if Betty had just thought to email it to her or whatever. This was the boring, shitty part of the job anyway, and Robbi just wanted to get to the point where she got to pull this little Asian's pants down and feast.

 

[DeliciousLust]

Betty wasn't trying to hide a liaison with a woman with this arrangement at the first least. The city was a more accepting place that she didn't have to keep it a secret is she desired woman as a partner, and she certainly wasn't taking this opportunity to find a hook-up with a sex trainer. For the time being, she didn't have too much difficulty finding partners, it was just a matter of keeping them and probably even building a great reputation in bed. Most people are generally pleased by her beauty alone, given how vapid and superficial most of her partners have been, probably a further bonus that she didn't really care much about her personality either to scrutinize much. There was a reason she had a sizeable wardrobe and numerous cute numbers to show up to the club to impress and snag a potentially partner by just strolling in. Despite their differences, Betty felt comfortable enough around Robbi and she could see herself trusting her with her body, if this was a clinical matter. When it came to sex, that would probably be another leap she would have to take. That was soon brought up with the next statement however....

Her eyes went wide for a moment when she laid down on the table that they were going to fuck, and a lot it seemed. That did a good job of sending a blushing coursing through Betty's body at the rather blunt and crass statement. She probably shouldn't have been surprised, given the other woman's attitude and her profession, or even the reason why they were here. They had a little time to go back and forth with each other to figure each other out, but the core of their training wasn't really revealed fully. They sort of danced around the issue and it was perhaps eluded beforehand, but Betty didn't want to make assumptions on the matter, especially with a woman as powerful as Robbi. She took a slow breath in after a stalled moment, very well, that seemed how it was going to be if she wanted to get help. As before, she already found Robbi beautiful and fascinating already, it seemed she had to fast track her mind into thinking her as a sexual partner. She didn't want it to get awkward, but she imagined that Robbi had at least some degree of professionalism if she had taken so many clients already and was still taking them to this day. There was a sheepish smile on her lips and another blush former when she mentioned 'nice and loose' which made her wonder how far they were going to go with their training until they were finished. Her mind stopped herself from wandering too far on the matter because that could be a whole another pit to dwell on, it was plenty lewd around here already.

"Oh, I see then..." She murmured softly as she fidgeted in her seat a little like an anxious child, perhaps unintentionally playing into the role of her outfit more than she wanted too. Her stocking covered thighs rubbed together as she was a little nervous about how to proceed with that declaration from her on out. Daily fuckings with a hot and exotic instructor. She supposed this meant they will be friends with benefits starting from her on out. Despite her experience, or failed experiences, she thought that you had to be at least friends if you're going to be fucking with someone. She didn't know how Robbi considered her partners however, though part of her hoped that would be reciprocated at least. "I think I'm fine with being nice and loose, so long as I get the most of my training. As you said, you know what you're doing. I've been to hotels before where they hold seminars and job fairs, but I guess this is another sort of seminar that you're holding and very interactive oen at that!" She did manage to say that with giggling too much.

"Uhm, well when it comes to my sexual history, I have been having sex every since I was 14 and I was pretty popular around school because of it." She said after taking a long sip of water from the glass on the table. It wasn't a conversation she typically had with strangers and she didn't know how much to reveal exactly. "I'm typically never without a boyfriend, well, until recently at least. It seem to have a hard time keeping boyfriends already, at first I thought it was probably because it was I was high maintenance or something but it seemed to be around my sexual prowess. I mean, I had my share of partners complaining that I don't exactly do much." She gave a small shrug at that, a touch downtrodden, but she wasn't going to disagree with them. If anything, it was the reason why she found herself in front of a sex trainer at the moment. If she was having great luck in the sack, she wouldn't be here.

"I don't really orgasm often, usually it's something that I have to do myself. When it comes to masturbation, it's something I probably do once or twice a week, just to let off some steam from time to time. Sometimes in Sunday mornings in bed, or during a lazy evening..." She said with some embarrassment as her eyes veered off to the side, unable to focus on the person in front of her. "I do like sex, which is probably why I'm here. I don't want sex to be a chore for my partners and I want it to be enjoyable again. I hear stories online and from my friends about mindblowing or earth shattering sex, but don't exactly have many stories to gossip myself. It makes me wonder if I've been missing anything and meeting you certainly makes me know that I must be if you're in demand around the city."

She eventually let out a deep sigh and shook her head to get her thoughts back in order, directed to her conversation partner before her. It seemed there were going to be much more before the night was through. Not that quick hook-ups were something that were never done by her, it was strange to meet someone without that intent and then having it injected in her mind so soon in a probably expected plot twist. She took another slow breath in to calm herself. Her hands went to her top, which she carefully peeled the fabric upwards in a confident motion to reveal her breasts, shifting the tight material until it rested on the tops of her perfectly crafted mammaries. There was a peculiar side about her, seeing as her perky tanned breasts had one silver barbell piercing running straight the darkened nipple and a crown piercing through another, in the shape of vampire fangs even. "I think my paperwork is in order..." She said calmly. Truly, it was meant to be a distraction, as Betty truly forgot to pack the paperwork with her as she was spending all of that time focusing on her outfit. She didn't think it was something that needed to be trouble with anyway.

 

[darkest_fate]

This girl better be ready for spankings, because all this childish behavior was putting that right in the forefront of Robbi's mind. She could already picture the pretty, petite Asian draped over her lap, that plump ass turned up to meet her, covered only in a thong or an equally daring set of panties. Listening to that voice whimper and count out as Robbi's hand came down, leaving red streaks along that nearly perfect rump.

Nobody said that Robbi lacked for imagination.

"Very interactive," Robbi agreed, glad to see that Betty was at least willing to joke a little about it. She'd half expected a giggle to follow out of the little Asian, and was more than a little surprised to find the girl just kept right on going. Not at all surprising, however, was the history. It had played out about as Robbi expected. Chances were high that Betty had been the kind who'd been a cheerleader and popular enough to spend enough time on her back. Teenage boys never lasted long, particularly with hot girls. Robbi did make a mental note to ask if the Asian still had a cheerleader uniform, because maybe trying to go back to when she'd been more sexually active and confident would help. That and Robbi loved fucking girls in costumes.

Only masturbating once or twice a week though: that had Robbi's eyes raising. No wonder the poor thing had a shitty sex life. Robbi aimed for at least a few times a day, sometimes the more the merrier. How could Betty like sex if she didn't end up orgasming all that often? The girl definitely had to be missing something. But before Robbi could ask about the why, she saw the Asian moving to grab her breasts. The trainer leaned back, watching as a pair of perfectly perky tanned tits came into view for her. Robbi looked them over with a professional detachment, even as part of her gave the admittedly impressive pair a two syllable damn. The piercings were pretty damn hot too.

"Those are damn nice," the trainer admitted, before looking into Betty's eyes. "But you'd better have gotten the checkup and shit. I don't care if you're the hottest piece of ass in the country, if you ain't clean, we ain't fucking." She nodded toward the girl's chest. "You might wanna put those away too, unless you're looking for attention."

Of course, the server had to come by while Betty still had her shirt rolled. The girl's eyes flicked toward the chest, widening for a bit. Fortunately Robbi slid a hand up with a decent amount of cash between the fingers, before taking her drink and setting it down on the table. Wasn't as if the servers hadn't seen shit like that before; it would just become another good story.

Robbi waited for the breasts to be tucked away before continuing: "You promise me you're clean, and we can keep going. You don't show me the records by tomorrow, and I'm kicking your hot little Oriental ass off my client list and blacklisting you. Can get your advice from Oprah or some self-help books, clear?" She took a sip of her new drink. "Now, you said you only cum twice a week, tops. We're gonna multiple that by at least ten for starters, probably more," twenty orgasms a week sounded like a good middle for Robbi, and she fully intended to at least double that with this particular hottie. "All I heard was boyfriends in there. You ever lick pussy? Finger a friend? Make out when drunk or something? Because in case you haven't noticed, I don't exactly got a dick dangling between my legs," she smiled at that. "And which holes are virgin? How many positions and what kinda places. Ever fucked in public?" because they were so doing that at least once. "Bathroom?" Before they left the hotel. "Shower? Or is it all bedroom and back of car shit?"

Robbi did enjoy teasing and prodding someone along like this, though part of felt a little bad. But Betty needed to start getting comfortable at least talking about this stuff if she was ever gonna grow.

 

[DeliciousLust]

It was perhaps best that Betty wasn't a mind reader when it came to what was in Robbi's imagination at the moment. She had to admit that she was perhaps being more quaint than she should be in any other situation, but typically her outfits sprouted certain moods from her to fit it best. In a way, her personality was an additional accessory to completing the various looks in her wardrobe. If she had thought that Robbi was a corporate seminar spokes person, then a suit might have given Betty an edge of decorum, rather than an air of whimsy and cuteness that she was feeling at the moment. That said, if she did read her mind, it was perhaps up in the air whether or not she would have been further compliant with what was happening at the moment. Perhaps this was a defensive mechanism in a way, to adopt in persona to protect her from the current situation at hand. Despite her great looks, it wasn't like everything was going perfectly for her at the moment and she was in desperate need of help that she was willing to go through with this rather taboo training regiment.

Seeing how experienced and involved in sex Robbi was, it didn't surprise Betty that her own sizable sexual experience was dwarfed compared to hers. Seeing as how much attention she was getting, it was a bit of a first world problem, but admittedly one that she shouldn't be having at this level in society. Smoking hot babes weren't typically last place when it came to the bedroom races.

She smiled faintly when she was given a pass when she pulled up her top. As lousy and lowbrow of the tactic was, it still had it charms from time to time. When she couldn't get in the club or didn't make reservations, or when she got pulled over by the cops for speeding, the top flash didn't usually fall. Robbi did say that she should be flaunting herself more and she thought she was making a good example with their first lesson. She felt a little shameful for doing something like that, but it thankfully provided enough of a distraction to delay her paperwork another time. This was even with the fact that there were other people watching. At the first least, she was familiar with top flashing during her past spring breaks. It was going to be a pain if she had to delay their lessons together just because she forgot something back home because she had been slacking all afternoon with her outfit, which she would still attest to be more than proper for the occasion despite the opinions of her instructor. Thankfully, that wasn't going to be an argument since they had bigger fish to fry at the moment.

"Yeah, I promise." She said with a small smile as she's given a pass for her behaviour, not sounding too committal. Paperwork aside, it was back to the topic on hand and what they had set to do. Now it was her turn to be shocked again when the topic of orgasms were brought up. Twenty orgasms a week? Did she hear that right? That would mean that she would be probably masturbating or fucking people probably an average of three times a day. As that the life style that sexually active people were actually living right now? Seeing how connected her instructor was with sex, it seemed that was not an exaggerated standard. It forced her to give almost a double take with that number before she could continue on with their digging into her personal history. With the benchmark of twenty looming on her head, it almost seemed like the other questions were less shocking in comparison. She stalled for time as she reached for the glass of water and took a long sip before she could gather herself enough to answer the questions as thoroughly as she could.

She gave a slow nod at the question. "Yes, I have licked pussy before and done a few things with girls before. I've experimented before and had fun with my girlfriends before, drunk or not. I've never had an actual girlfriend, in that way. I guess I never thought myself as Bi enough to actually want one, but I can like girls. It just really depends who and how they are. I think we could give it a go, regardless if we were doing this training thing or not. We don't need a dick between us. At least we don't have to worry about accidentally getting anyone knocked up, right? As for being a virgin. I'm not a virgin anywhere...but I don't know too many positions. As for places that I've fucked, I guess not many places either. There's just the bedroom and the locker room. Public fucking is not something I've ever really done really. Not too many times."

When it came to her breasts, they were still freely in display from the last moment she lifted her top, the top fabric rested comfortable on the tops of her breasts. It seemed either she didn't care if people looked or was just that forgetful. She did partially look the part of a spring-breaker trying to coax someone out of free beer, if Robbi was thinking of that in her imagination.

 

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Robbi wasn't so sure she should be taking that promise entirely on face value. Truth of the matter was: she wanted to fuck Betty. Just looking at that Asian was enough to make most people want to fuck her, and now the girl had her tits hanging out and ready for viewing. It also surprised the trainer to see those piercings too. Generally people who had issues with sex weren't the type to get daring piercings along those lines. Especially people who looked surprised at the thought of getting just twenty orgasms a week. It even seemed as if Betty needed to stall when faced with Robbi's barrage of questions too whatever that meant.

Some pussy-licking, so at least she wouldn't be a complete loss. Sounded like a girl who thought she was straight but actually landed somewhere closer to "bi" on the spectrum. Then again, seemed to Robbi like nearly every girl seemed at least willing to consider fucking another girl. You mention that to a guy and he'd start mumbling and protesting and trying to find the quickest way out of a situation. Betty even tried to sound pragmatic, so more points there.

"You're counting your ass, right?" Robbi asked, flicking fingers at the other woman. "Because most girls, even hot ones like you, don't go spreading their asses for people. Seems like not a lotta guys wanna admit to wanting to fuck a girl up the ass anyway, too worried about looking gay," Robbi snorted at that before taking another sip. It did sound as if Betty had at least tried some sexual adventures, which was a little reassuring. Sometimes Robbi got outright virgins. They were usually more fun to play with, but Robbi sure as hell wasn't complaining.

"So here's the deal," she said, lowering her hand. "Unless you've got some more questions, we're gonna push something of a restart. You're gonna head over to the bar," she pointed, "and pretend like you just noticed me. You wanna fuck me. Figure out for yourself whatever the fuck you want me to be: future girlfriend, one night's stand, I don't give a shit. Point is, you see me, and you wanna take me upstairs and fuck me. So you do whatever you'd normally do to get someone to head to bed with you. Flirt, offer me money, shit, I don't care. Whatever comes natural." she took another sip, then nodded.

"Now remember: I'm a sure fucking thing. We're going upstairs," she pointed, "and we're gonna fuck. So try not to act too nervous when you're seducing me. Oh, and put those away already," she pointed at the breasts. "I don't wanna have to pay more people and there ain't no way you're ready for some good old bar fucking just yet."

Hell, even some of Robbi's best never worked up to quite that level, though Robbi certainly wouldn't have minded herself.

 

[DeliciousLust]

Betty was admittedly forgetful from time to time, so Robbi perhaps had some reason to be worried about Betty when it came to her promises. However, it seemed like they were getting along well enough that some things could be kept loose and casual when it came to interaction. When again, they probably weren't exactly friends yet, and had that standing relationship of client and instructor. That created some reason for them to be together. That said, Betty though that Robbi seemed like a decent person and not the nutcase that she feared someone in this particular profession was going to be. Yes, Robbi seemed a little like a creepy sex addict, but it wasn't like she was forcing her to do anything strange. Not yet, anyway. The high standard of twenty orgasms a week was a hard one to wrap her head around, even given the alternative styling that Betty wore around her. She did have a slight wild side to her and did grow up in a part of the city that was colourful enough to influence into different fashions. She didn't see herself getting face piercings, but private piercings were easier to hide and would go unnoticed in most professional jobs. That was, when she wasn't dressed like a sporty spring breaker with her tits out proudly to bribe a pass from her instructor. On the orientation thing, if she wasn't bi before, she would have to become bi for her instructor. There was something about her magnetism and exotic appearance that held her attention, she had to admit.

She gave a slow now when the matter of her ass was brought up. "I mean, I don't typically go for anal, but it's something that my partners ask of me. I'm a nice enough girl to not usually say no to most things, though they have to ask me first. I guess some guys don't want to bother to ask and assume no. I haven't taken too much in the butt, so I guess I'm still kind of new. If you warn me first, I'll be fine with it Robbi." Those were accompanied with a sure nod.

She raised a brow when she was given the first exercise of the night. It seemed she was already pushed into the deep end when it came to picking someone up. Then again, when it came to sex, there seemed to be little middle ground when it came to shallow and the deep end. Robbi made it abundantly clear that they were going to fuck, and many times over, as part of their lessons together. Her mind finally reasoned that there was something more afoot, seeing as Robbi was testing her baseline and where to go from there. It seemed the woman was constantly judging her and commenting on her specifically. It made her wonder if she really wanted her at all, seeing as she was technically paid to have sex with her and she was going to say yes to their transaction regardless what happened. That wasn't to say that she wasn't going to try at all, she didn't want this to seem like a given. She gave a glance downwards and let out a gasp when she realized that her tits were out, quickly putting them snuggly into her top that she could seem some semblance of proper again. There were a few people at the bar who noticed her already. She liked the attention, but didn't want to see herself to them, she wanted to sell herself to Robbi. This made her wondering if there were actually role-playing right now, in a way, which meant she could take this in many different directions.

She gave the other woman a few quick nods and stood up from her seat, doing a short jog over to the bar. The bartender and waitress raised their brows at the woman, half-wondering if she was going to propose something to them to get some free beer. Thankfully, that wasn't the case. She kicked one leg to a bar stool and bent one leg to fasten the laces of her sneakers, like she had just finished her run. Admittedly, it was the very same act she walked in with before. When she finished, she slowly turned her head over and noticed Robbi sitting where she was, pretending that she was enthralled by the beauty that was sitting by herself. In a way, she already was. With careful steps, though not anything suggestive, she strolled over to where Robbi was sitting and gave her a look over. She offered her a friendly smile once she caught her attention and placed one hand on the side of her hips. "Hiya there, hot stuff. Mind if I join you and you buy me a beer? It's been an exhausting run downtown and this seems like as good as a place as any to rest. Release some steam, ya know?"

 

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"You're doing anal, and you're going to like it," Robbi informed the Asian. at least the girl had some sort of exposure. It didn't surprise the trainer to hear that Betty had spread those cute little cheeks of her for some boy before now. What did slightly surprise her was how someone so willing and slightly submissive managed to not do so well in the sack. Looks alone should take her part of the way there, and the willingness to say "okay" to questions like "can I put my dick in your ass" should've finished. Well, Robbi supposed she'd be seeing how very soon.

At least she put her tits away. Robbi would have to teach the girl how to be at least somewhat subtle. Someone who looked that good should be able to get people horny just by giving them the right look. By the time tits of that magnitude saw air, the partner should be about ready to cream themselves. It almost felt like, again, Betty was some sort of teenager who'd suddenly woken up with an ultra-hot body and absolutely no clue how to handle it. Still, Robbi had to tilt her head to watch that ass as it walked away. "Sometimes I love my job," she said, taking another sip. "Oh who am I kidding: I've got one of the best jobs ever," save for the fact that sometimes she had to teach relatively unappealing people sex moves. Still, there was something rewarding in taking someone who might not have a lot going for them and giving them skills they needed.

Robbi almost drifted off into daydreaming while her trainee went back to the bar. She caught Betty moving and turned to look, knowing she needed to catch every bit. A look, but not particularly enthralling. Obviously interested, so that was good. Then a walk over with some confidence, but not quite utilizing some potential parts. So maybe Betty was aiming casual? The smile certainly seemed so.

But hot stuff? Yeah, this girl definitely sounded like she'd just hit high school. "You're gonna rehydrate with a beer?" Robbi asked, falling into the role easily enough. She did get flirted with and picked up from time to time, so she figured she'd go mostly herself as if she didn't know the pretty Asian. "You know there's, like, a juice bar down the street or something," she tapped her drink for a moment, as if considering. "I guess I could maybe buy you something?" she didn't sound too interested. After all, Betty was hot, but what hot girl wanted a beer? They weren't twelve, and this wasn't some redneck joint. Sure, Robbi looked a little trashy, but she'd also been sipping mixed drinks, not some sort of crappy bottle.

 

[DeliciousLust]

Seeing how Betty was a package of beautiful, exotic, quaint and willing wrapped into one, there was the faintest chance that her situation was just merely bad luck and she didn't find someone who was willing enough to sticking with her in a relationship. Perhaps the issue wasn't her sexual prowess at all, but something else entirely and it was just easily to blame the closest common denominator. However, being willing to sexual wants wasn't everything, like her looks, and it seemed that Robbi was doing a good job of nitpicking the Asian beauty when it came to her attitude. In a way, perhaps Betty was having fun with disappointing her instructor or getting in the role of her perceived personal all too well. People were complicated enough that it was hard to point out some true faults unless they were that person and self-aware enough of the things around them. If there was at least one thing, Betty seemed to be lacking in that department given how long she kept her tits open for view. It was strange the woman had shame in some things and lesser than others. There was the equal likelihood that she didn't quite grew out of her sexual maturity ever since high school. Robbi must have cases were people sort of fell into a derivative funk after seeing so much success early on. She really had no reason to improve on herself when she was receiving so much attention and never failed to find lovers, just trouble keeping them.

Uh, get it together girl. You're not Debbie Dee or some high school hoe. This isn't corny LARP, but a real test! She tried to get herself thinking her in her head when she heard the response from Robbi, getting the sense that she might have saw several points of disapproval already. Admittedly, she never really had to pick up anyone in her lifetime, let alone a smouldering grungy woman. Typically men flocked to her easily enough, whether she had to flash those tanned tits or not, and history would repeat itself. Sure, she might have been able to get with some women during her experiences, but she was friends with many of those women first. Sex was something that would be brought up on a rainy day or after half a bottle of wine. They would write it off as 'experimenting' and nothing more. She was a bi "straight" girl that never really saw the need of women. So if anything, she was trying to reverse the situation where Robbi would be picking her up instead. It seemed that the gears had already been spinning, if in the wrong direction...

"Yee-ah!" She said with a sure tone, like it was fact, at least fact to her. "Don't you rehydrate yourself with a cold refreshing beer? Nothing too heavy though, I go for the light beers or a cooler. On a night like this, someone like this just has to fight a way to cool off one way or another." The hand that was parked on the side of her hips casually made it way up and down the bare side of her midriff to call attention to it and the silver chain piercing she wore on her toned stomach. "I could do juice too, I'm a fan of many sort of nectars themselves. Mm, the more exotic, the better. Like you, I mean, you seem like someone with quite a history. If you get me a beer, I would be more than happy to hear all about it and owe you back in any way you wish."

"Juice or beer..." She said as she slid down to take a seat beside her without invitation. It did perhaps helped that they already knew each other beforehand and she was going to cheat a little with that advantage in mind. She already knew full well that Robbi was bi and not exactly here to wait for her boyfriend. "I'm easy."

 

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Robbi had to let out a little laugh. She had to give this to Betty: the girl had some spunk. She stuck with the whole runner portrayal incredibly well, and it was actually working for her. Though it was hard to imagine this particular girl having a cold beer to relax. That would work a lot better on a yokel than on someone like Robbi, but the trainer wasn't going to interrupt their little session to give notes.

"I dunno. I'm not a huge fan of beer," replied Robbi, shrugging slightly. She watched the hand moving, following its trail up that exquisite body. It came incredibly close to the piercing there, and the toned, beautiful stomach. The comments about nectars and juice was definitely fun, and it had Robbi chuckling. Had to be careful about calling someone exotic, but it did often work for Robbi.

"Seems to me like you're wanting something else instead," Robbi said. She raised her brows. "Why don't we get you a nice, fresh drink instead," she signaled the server, who was tentatively heading over. After all, the last time she'd come over to the table the Asian had her boobs out on display for anyone to see. Plus, they were both tattooed and pierced, which would make them stand out in crowd.

"I'm getting this fine lady a drink," Robbi said, "get her something fruity and fun with a good smack of alcohol," Robbi nodded and tapped the table. "Put it on my tab," she smiled at Betty and extended a hand toward the sexy little Asian. "I'm Robbi, by the way. With a 'bi'," she gave Betty a coy little wink at that, and the moment she felt the hand in hers, she'd give it a little squeeze.

 

[DeliciousLust]

"Oh? You're not?" She said with a slightly disappointed tone about her, like she didn't find someone quite she had in mind. It seemed the girl, or the personal of the girl, was hoping to find someone who could toss a few cheap beers with and get drunk. That might have worked in another setting, like a party street or some dive bar. Seeing as they were in the lobby of a hotel, it might have been out of her place for such a thing to occur or someone of her persona to even attempt that. However, she was going to stick to her guns, because Betty was on a mission. This babe was hot and she was going to fuck her, or so was the present goal by her instructor. Being a "sure thing" perhaps made it easier, but she didn't want to slide for an easy pass. As before, she could always start showing some revealing parts of herself and make her way upstairs, but there wasn't exactly much fun in that little dance. If she was going to fuck this woman, she wanted to dance with her first. Robbi wanted her to dance too. Hopefully not literally, because she was horrible at that but that probably demanded a whole different instructor.

She brushed some loose strands of black hair behind her ear and tilted her hair curiously as she continued on her thought. "Have you thought that maybe it was because what sort of beers that you were drinking? There is a beer for everyone, as my ex-boyfriend told me once. If you don't like something domestic, you could go for an import. They can be rather refreshing, with a smooth body. Moist sweet center. It's sort of the beer that pleases everyone." She resisted the urge to wink after that statement or it would have sounded like a corny pick-up line. Heck, it was perhaps corny enough to say already. In retrospect, she kind of thought that the guys didn't put too much wit in picking her up when she recycled that line to use in their little game together.

"Well, maybe I'm in need of something else. There are different things that quench your thirst and I just happen to be a girl of many tastes myself. I'll take your suggestion." She smiled sheepishly when the server who saw her tits appeared again to get her the drink. It was perhaps rather strange on the second go around, especially when they were pretending that they were meeting for the first time. Then again, maybe Robbi used this hotel often and ran the scenario with all of her clients.

She took the extended hand and gave it a small squeeze in return when she was touched, winking back in return. "How did you know without knowing my name first? Oh! Sorry, I mean, my name is Betty. Pleased to meet you Robbi, with a 'bi'." Sitting back in her chair, she crossed her stocking clad legs together. The hand that rested on her hips slid down to sit on her lap, dangerously close to between her legs. Secretly, there was a finger that felt for the nub of her clit through the thin fabric of her yoga shorts. "As what I'm looking for, I guess I'm just taking a break from my work-out before moving on to other things. Baseball season is coming up and I have to get in the right shape. It's kind of hard to train alone, so I'm typically on the lookout for an exercise partner, you know? Not many of them pass try-outs, but it looks like you might just have a chance. If it was your thing at all."

 

[darkest_fate]

No doubt: Betty knew how to flirt. The innuendos landed a bit on the heavy side, but given that pretty face and the obvious willingness, anyone would be willing to overlook the slightly clumsy turns of phrase. It did strike Robbi as slightly odd. Before Betty had seemed almost ditzy, like someone who had trouble tying her shoes. Now she had a flirtatious confidence that was damn attractive, downright sexy. Was it just nerves? Had Betty warmed up? Or was she simply playing some sort of role? More questions that Robbi would have to find the answers for during the evaluation.

The teasing about beers did get her grinning. "There is something to be said for something smooth and exotic," Robbi agreed. "And trust me when I say that my tastes are far wider than you'd imagination,' she gave another wink at that. The trainer did pay some attention as Betty interacted slightly with the server. Sure, this sort of thing happened from time to time, and Robbi did use this hotel fairly frequently. that didn't mean that this particular server would be used to this sort of behavior.

Robbi got the squeeze. And the introductions with a little twist. Robbi noticed the dropped hand, and she did have to wonder what was going on there. "There's something to be said for someone who takes good care of her body," the trainer agreed. "I'm not so sure about baseball myself. I did the pants and who doesn't want to see a bunch of cute guys gripping their bats and balls?" She let out a little laugh before taking another sip. "You looking to play ball? Because I'm clearly playing for another team," she had to smile at that, glad to work that common phrasing into their little flirting game.

"It is more fun to exercise with someone else. Way better than doing it all alone. Best you can do is run some bases, maybe get a few outs. Get someone else along and you can aim for the home run," ugh, baseball innuendos. Robbi hoped Betty shifted soon. She took a sip of the drink. "Take a sip," she said, nodding. "Should be nice and sweet, with just a little," she smacked her lips together, "kick."

 

[DeliciousLust]

Her eyes narrowed down as she gave Robbi a look over, as now it was perhaps her chance to take in the woman before her. She was certainly mysterious in her own way, with the green eyes that seemed to be out of place but fit very well on her all the same. The woman was quite entrancing in the same way that someone could appreciate a puzzle. She might have seen as down to earth, but the obvious pair of breasts on Robbi seemed to say something else about her character. Even though she had some enhancements of her own, she appreciate the enhancements on other woman, wanting to compare and feel. She didn't hide the fact that she was checking her out once more and certainly appreciate the bust on her. At this point, it didn't seem it was much like a secret that the two 'strangers' had an interest with each other. They just had yet to say anything too blunt as of yet. "Oh, I don't imagine that you have a limited palate. By looking at you, I could gather that you have a wide variety of taste. If I was a mind reader, I imagine that you're favourite was probably old fashion American...and many you switch it up from time to time with some Asian creations."

Her hand between her thighs casually brushed between her legs, she didn't quite get what she wanted but she felt at least a nub between her legs. It was her piercing she wore between her legs, which provided enough of a guiding light to reach the prize she wanted. However, she stopped short, she didn't want to look like a total pervert in this little raunchy scenario. A few gestures of her hand was perhaps enough to show some teasing in her persona's libido without going too far to say that she was some sort of slut on the prowl. That said, she was started to get a little excited by the prospect of playing someone who was looking for a pick up that it caused her to squirm slightly in her seat.

"Sometimes it's better to practice with someone from the other team, as you get to know the game better than sitting on one side all the time. I'm a girl that appreciates many sort of sports and activities. Learning the game in and out is easily the best way to learn about it." She said with a smirk, which was perhaps breaking her 'character' and bled in more with her true self, and her current predicament. "Just one of the many perks of exercising with someone else. As you know, I'm all about the perks here. I appreciate the perks that you've got too."

With her hands together, she pulled her arms closer so that they were brushing the sides of her breasts to push them upwards to frame some delicious cleavage for the woman across from her, giving her quite the view. The fabric fitted snugly against her tits well enough that those piercings that she saw on her were well hinted through the cropped tank-top. This was done in a casual gesture, as if she was trying to stretch before she reached for the drink that was before her. She took it in her hands to pulled it closer. Her eyes gave another look at the other woman across from her before she took a careful sip from the concoction. "Hmm." She said to herself tentatively after she finished, as if formulating her thoughts together to the kick that was supposed to be given to her, or maybe it wasn't in the alcohol mix itself but in the drink across from her.

 

[darkest_fate]

Again, Betty easily slid into a flirty sort of complimenting that just danced around the edges of flattery. Robbi couldn't help but be more than a little impressed, what with all the subtle hints about dining on something spicy and Asian. Even if she weren't already intrigued, Robbi might very well have been. Except that she could also see that Betty kept overplaying her hand. It felt almost as if it were just a touch false, as if the girl was more falling into playing the part than actually embodying anything sexual. Plus, Robbi could see the whole casual gesture toward the lap. Not bad if you wanted to come across as a skank, but this wasn't quite the place for that.

Clearly they'd have to work on adjusting the whole sex appeal thing to match the scene. Betty dressed and acted like she was dropping in on a college sports bar or a trashy dive at the end of town. True, the hotel they happened to be in wasn't the epitome of class, but it definitely was higher ranked than that. "I cheated to get mine," Robbi replied casually to the comment about perks, smiling a little. "I don't see any reason to play the game straight if you're just playing for fun," she eyed the push, noting that at least Betty drew some more attention to that nipple piercing. Definitely going to have to get this Asian to a biker bar or something, see about getting her passed around the tables or something along those lines.

"Still, I gotta wonder why a pretty girl's picking a hotel to just drop in after her run," Robbi said, taking another sip of her drink. "Usually people around here are looking for a little more action than that. I guess you could find a nice comfortable spot to lie down, do some stretching and all. Gotta be flexible if you wanna get what you're looking for," she winked at that. As Robbi spoke, she worked at extending a foot underneath the table, attempting to be slightly subtle about it. She wanted to see how Betty reacted to the positive response, a little flirting back, some touching. So Robbi gently rubbed at Betty's legs with her heels, feeling the Asian slightly, watching her closely for each little sign of movement or reaction.

 

[DeliciousLust]

It was probably easily debatable if Betty had some sort of inner-skank inside her that wanted to be let out. She didn't joke earlier that she did like sex, it was just that she didn't have so great of an experience in her relationship or the pleasure was entirely one-sided. As shown through the example-in-motion, she was capable of flirtation and it wasn't hard for her to find a boyfriend, it's just that not many choose to stay that way for long. Perhaps she was an easy girl to take advantage of, easy to pick up but not very worthy to keep. It was indeed true that she didn't really pay too much attention to the setting in question, as she didn't exactly prepare herself for that. She also didn't know that she was being tested in context of a fancy hotel in the downtown core either. In a way, she had tunnel-vision to the goal ahead of her and it was a very attractive goal at that, even if it was a given prize. There was something very exciting being on the attack this time around, trying to pick someone up than being picked up her self. Even if she was being more corny and skankier than she should be, there was something exhilarating at this experience. It was also the added fact that this was going to be her first 'lezbo' pick-up too. Her, a 'straight' girl, doing that! It was hard to imagine that she would be doing that tonight. That, and having sex. And aiming for 20 orgasms in the future. The night was proving to be very promising! She took another sip of her drink and gave a slow lick of her glossy pink lips before she continued on with their little play together.

She leaned back slightly in mock shock with a hand to her lips when Robbi admitted that she cheated to get her perks. "Oh no! I didn't know that you were cheating! But I think I see the appeal of taking the lead by whatever means possible. I used to be an 'A' student myself, but then my grades started to flunk. Well, I'd like to think that speak for themselves now." Her hands boldly went to her breasts, giving them a less than subtle push upwards in presentation as she battled her lashes like a dramatic 'good girl'.

"Well, I don't like to think that I'm just any pretty girl. Especially, one who enjoys cool beers after a good run downtown and hanging out in swanky hotel lobbies. You also figured out that I was Bi somehow too." She gave two blinks and gasped when she 'accidentally' revealed something about herself. "Wait, that wasn't it! You were talking about your name before. My bad! But I think I'm not just looking for a place to lie down. If anything, I do like to keep active. Stretch my arms and spread my legs. You know, even if it gets me hot and sweaty. As we mentioned before, there are many ways to work out, right?"

Her brows slowly rose when she felt a peculiar touch that was rubbing against her legs. That was rather unexpected, her eyes gazed downward to under the table, past the hand that was dangerously close to her crotch. She bit her lower lip as a little unseen secret was churning inside her during all of this time. She was admittedly beginning to grow a little more aroused by the experience, as if she was relishing some sort of forbidden fruit for the first time when she was 'exploring' the world of lady loving. There was the promise of sex too, which she couldn't forget, even if that tampered with her current character at the moment. Was Robbi actually touching her? She wasn't even touching her when she spoke so boldly about sex before their retake together. It was a both awkward and exciting that she didn't know how best to react. It seemed to be a sign of approval and that she was getting closer to her game. There was a blush that crept up to her cheeks and she tried to bite back a giggle. It certainly wasn't the first time she was touched under the table, but the naughtiness in the gesture generally made her at a loss for words. Even, if that touch was something further more, like getting fingered. She merely closed her sharp eyes and purred slightly, as if she was a cat that was being stroked. "You know...you shouldn't be shy. I can do more than footsies..."

 

[darkest_fate]

Robbi had to smile as Betty kept up their flirtatious game, again keeping time with all the flirtatious comments and stringing along their metaphors. Again, she couldn't help but take note that the pretty Asian could most certainly flirt. At least Robbi wouldn't have to train Betty to do any of that. Sometimes that could be the most exhausting part. It was, after all, hardly as enjoyable as training in actual sexual acts. If someone could flirt like Betty, pushing out her breasts somewhat subtly, teasing about beers and not so coyly dropping hints about being bi, then they at least had something to work with. Would just be a matter of increasing the knowledge base, helping with some of the finer details.

"A sort of post run workout?" asked Robbi, smirking at the thought. They would most definitely be getting hot and sweaty. "You forgot sticky too," she comment, adding it casually, though part of her wondered just how sticky Betty usually got. If the pretty Asian wasn't used to multiple orgasms, then she might not be too certain what that would entail. Just one more thing to find out in a while.

For now, Robbi entertained herself by running her leg along Betty's, feeling, watching. That little lip bite looked truly scrumptious, and it made Robbi want to be the one owning the teeth there. The darker woman altered her position slightly, letting her heels move along. Betty seemed to almost be purring, talking about not being shy. "You call this shy?" Robbi asked, smirking a little. Oh, was it tempting to push things a little further. They were supposed to be testing how Betty would usually try to get someone up to a room, and that generally wouldn't involve footplay leading up to an orgasm. Still, the opportunity was just right there. As was Robbi's foot, positioned as close as it was to Betty's crotch.

"What did you have in mind then?" she asked, pulling her leg back and crossing it under the table. She could feel her own sex twinging at that, as if begging to know why they couldn't start engaging in the fun times already. After all, Betty was clearly willing and hot and just right along Robbi's usual type. The trainer could feel her chest tightening as her own desire rose up. Still, she'd long learned to suppress feelings like that.

"I don't know if I'm following," she said, keeping her voice low. "What are you trying to say?" She gave the pretty Asian another slight smile, even fluttering her eyelashes in a gesture that did not suit Robbi well at all. Still, she was playing a part, albeit not as strictly as she could. Robbi did have to wonder what it would be like when she asked Betty to find and fuck some trembling, fumbling virgin.

That would be a few lessons. For now, let's see how Betty handled the confident sure thing.

 

[DeliciousLust]

"Um, oh. Yes, sticky too." Betty seemed to stumble on her words slightly when that additional element was added and she seemed to roll with the suggestion, adding to the rather dubious but enticing sounding work-out regiment she seemed to hint she had. There was a hint of uncertainly that shown in her sharp eyes as she seemed to debate this in her thoughts for a quick second. She wasn't entirely sure what Robbi was getting at to exactly, especially when there were two women involved. However, Betty certainly did had her experience in getting sticky, if they were on the same level. When there was a man involve, there was certainly some stickiness involve when they came on her or inside her, potentially leaving something as a gift. Sometimes she got wet enough that it seemed she almost felt like she had an actual honey jar between her legs. Betty debated all of the meanings as she shifted her thighs together. Speaking of wet, she feared that she may be getting wetter sooner than later with all of this sexual innuendo talk with the promise of more just waiting around the corner in a posh hotel room meant for the both of them. Robbi was rather exciting and hot, stirring some lustful feelings in her at the moment. She had a little less control than Robbi as she felt her nipples swell after that presentation and harden. There was definitely the pang of metal fangs she felt through the piercing that had a vice around the nipple, which added some interesting feelings to the sensation that she failed to suppress completely.

Betty leaned back on her seat and steadied her breathing to gather her thoughts, rather than get lost in the jumble of this arousal that she was experiencing. She stopped herself from liking her lips in anticipation and leg out a small sigh when the foot retracted from its touch to give her some breather, rather than the reinforcement of physical contact. She turned to look at Robbi with her eye lids seemingly becoming slightly heavier with a small smile on her lips as she was posed the question, seeming adopting a mischievous air about her. Giving her a small shrug of her shoulder, she answer her question casually as an aside. "Ah, well. If you're willing to touch, I figured that you'll be more than ready to merely tell me instead."

That brought her to her next dilemma, with all of the flirting that they were doing between both of them, Betty usually relied on the other party to close the detail. She had her experience of talking and flirting with men, listening to their corny lines or accepting their small offering to woo her. It seemed at the end of it, she was presented with an offer. They would ask her for her number or ask if she wanted to somewhere private to slide for a few rounds. Again, it seemed that this situation was suppose to be in her control, but she had little idea how to close to deal exactly. She never exactly had to spell it out and people who were attracted were typically less than shy in telling her what they wanted to do to her. Maybe if Robbi had indeed met her randomly, she thought that she would have been picked up by the other woman. However, this was supposed to test and she had to pass it.

She smiled faintly at the second question, looking like someone who had been caught red-handed with something she done, but not knowing what to say as a defense as of it. Her cute looks and works along were enough to spell it out. Stalling for a bit of time, she reached for the drink again and took two quick gulps from it, as if it was indeed a drink meant to rehydrate after a long work out. Sweet liquid courage usually did a good part in giving people some courage, though she didn't have that much time for the alcohol contents to settle in her brain that quickly. She brought her hands together and her smile turned more coy. "Ah, well...I thought that we shouldn't really spend more time talking about it. Workouts don't do themselves and I was hoping that you'd join me in one. Maybe we could go somewhere a little private with me and you, the hotel lobby is a horrible place to do this. Somewhere I could peel off some of this wet stuff I'm wearing so that you could work me out?" She said with a quieter tone and her eyes flickered to Robbi expectantly with that offer. As blatant as offers go, she hoped that she dialed it down enough that it didn't seem like she was merely submitting to her desires and asking a stranger to fuck her.