Cannabis Quencher

A/N: WOW! Haha, funny how I thought I would finish this chapter last year but last year was...really something. In between all those somethings, I worked on this when I could and kept giving myself these deadlines that I could never make.

So glad I kept this one, it's too late for Valentine's Day but at least it's in Black History Month!

I won't keep you too long, so many of you have waited long enough!

Enjoy this next installment in our girls' story <3

IV.

It was raining heavily when Kitten woke up in the afternoon, her body sore from a long night on cam that stretched into the early morning. Though she thought she thoroughly washed her face afterwards, she was too tired to do the rest of her routine. The results showed themselves on her satin pillowcase in the form of mascara smudges and streaks of foundation left over from her hairline. She'd put in an almost ten hour shift so that she could take the day off for her date with Lyl today.

The digital clock on her nightstand reads 2:12pm and the pink-haired woman groans aloud before rolling over beneath her blankets. She's naked except for a blush satin bonnet and she just can't bring herself to get out of bed just yet.

Instead, she reaches for her "work" phone nearby, one of the latest models of Android cell phones from Google. She honestly didn't remember which one, only that it took great pictures and she never bought a sim card for it.

An image of a cat hugging a stack of money pops up as she inputs the password. It was just something she found on the internet randomly but thought it was so cute it ended up becoming her lock screen.

Just as she's about to check Twitter, she gets a video call from one of her oldest friends, Dee. They used to work in the same strip club together in Atlanta. This was after her college years when she'd given up on breaking into the art world. With a useless painting degree, she found work at their home club as a waitress first and then later a dancer. It was there that she met Dee and when they both realized how gay the other one was, they began working together selling double lap dances and champagne rooms.

They even shared a sugar daddy for a few years before his wife found out.

"Girl, wake up! It's past noon!" Dee's raspy voice comes through the phone followed by a close up view of her forehead. They were the same age but she sometimes used her phone like a senior citizen.

"I'm up! I'm up!" Her voice sounded scratchy with sleep. Attempting to rub the lingering crust from her eyes, she doesn't bother to cover her bare tits as she sits up in bed, "What's going on? Why are you yelling at me like this?"

Dee finally pulls the phone back enough to roll her eyes dramatically, "God, you're so dramatic. I did some research on your new beau and-"

"Dee! You shouldn't!" Kitten protests, dismay and panic making her heart race, "That's such an invasion of privacy! I already know she runs the shop and she told me she used to fight and-"

"Oh, she didn't just used to fight, girl." Dee interrupts, her camera practically vibrating from its close up view of her dark eyes and forehead as she types something on her end, "Look at these links I sent you, she was THE female fighter of the circuit up there. She could have gone like pro pro."

Kitten quirks a brow as her phone and open laptop on the floor ping in succession. Throwing back her heavy duvet, she hops out of bed and crouches down over her computer to open Discord.

Now they were both a pair of foreheads on her mobile screen as she scanned what her friend sent her. They were videos of a much younger Lyl before her peak in several MMA fights with a few mixed in from as late as eight years ago when she announced her retirement. She even included articles too, one of them a feature on not just Lyl but her father as well, a popular wrestler of his own right in Busan, South Korea.

Though Lyl was naturally much darker than him, she was the near spitting image in not just the face but in build. He was an incredibly large man with the same glittering black eyes. Even at his mature age he was a wall of muscle and a few inches taller than his daughter flexing alongside him with an equally brilliant smile.

Kitten gulped as she scanned over the videos and articles, there were so many more than she could have ever imagined, "Oh my God, Dee... how did you find this?"

"I didn't have to look that hard," the other forehead explains, "I was worried about you so I did some digging on the shop. All this popped up once I had her name."

Pulling the phone back so that she could get her whole face in frame, Kitten mutters quickly, "Lemmelookatthis, callyouback."

The last thing she hears before hanging up is her laughing friend yelling, "You're welcome!"

Curiosity getting the better of her, she clicks on the link of the first fight on Youtube. It's quite old so the quality is terrible but there's clearly a much younger, leaner Lyl with her coarse ebon hair pulled back into a puff and the undersides closely shaved. She's unsurprisingly wearing an all black ensemble and facing off against a slightly shorter blonde white woman in emerald green.

In an octogonal cage, the crowd roars around them as they hit each other with powerful blows and startling speed. Kitten can hardly stand to watch some parts of it. She couldn't even watch a boxing match and somehow this mixed martial arts style was much more violent to her.

Here and there she closes her eyes or skips through certain parts, usually the ones where Lyl had no choice but to endure the blows of her opponent. The two women seemed to match each other in technique but Lyl had more stamina and endurance. As the blonde woman grew tired, Lyl became increasingly relentless, ultimately beating her into submission with a round of powerful punches to her side.

By the end, they were both bloodied, bruised, and glistening with sweat but it was Lyl who exited triumphantly from the ring as the video ended.

So many of the other videos Dee sent were like this. They also never referred to her as "Lyl" in any video or article, only as Sujin Bak, Bak Sujin, Bak KO, or Serpentine Sujin. Kitten assumed that "Sujin" must be her Korean given name and "Lyl" her chosen English one.

She browsed through a few of the interview articles but didn't read them too closely, it was the pictures she wanted to see. Anything that was in there she was sure Lyl would tell her about in her own time. None of the articles were scandalous either. They covered her fights, workout routine, and what it was like growing up with her father, a respected wrestler and coach in South Korea.

But it was the last article that made her heart pound, it was about her retirement and her girlfriend at the time. She was a beautiful leanly muscular femme with flawless onyx skin and a thick head of coiled black hair known simply as Sonia. In the picture she wore a matching spandex set that hugged her toned body, she looked as if she practiced every single gym method for a tight tummy and plump glutes.

Actually, she was internet famous in her own right as a fitness influencer. Her Instagram, Tiktok, Twitter, and YouTube channel netted her around some 3 million followers altogether. The bulk of them came from Tiktok and Youtube though her other accounts were impressive on their own as well. With just a few clicks between her laptop and phone, Kitten was down the rabbit hole of Lyl's ex-girlfriend's bite-sized and long form content.

And her content was not only engaging, it was phenomenal. This woman went on trips around the world, she was an excellent healthy cook, her workout form was perfection, and her skin was just as flawless as the rest of her.

Given her own occupation, she knew none of this could be completely authentic but still she worried. Is this what she was up against in Lyl's past?

Much to her relief but also her chagrin, not one of her videos, pictures, or blog posts mentioned anything about Lyl or mentioned anything about Sujin. She was a bit miffed but wasn't too surprised, it just wouldn't do for her brand to be associated with what most would view as a drug dealer. Especially when your whole online persona revolves around luxury and fitness.

Kitten's heart ached at the thought of what Lyl must've gone through breaking up with this woman and yet, she admired her even more too. It is a brave thing to choose a different path than what most would want or expect from her. She could respect and understand that.

And anyway, it seemed that Sonia had moved on to a new beau. Sprinkled in amongst her ethereal Instagram pics she canoodled with a brown-skinned femme that was a near mirror image of herself.

They fit together perfectly.

Satisfied with all that she learned, Kitten exhales a long breath as she closes her laptop. Suddenly this date meant so much more to her than it did before.

Some hours later she was freshly showered, sugar scrubbed, lotioned, and perfumed for a romantic date with Lyl. There would be no place that wouldn't be soft on her body for her masc to touch.

She braided her cloud of cotton candy pink hair into a pair of reverse cornrows earlier in the day just for this date. The two plaits framed her heart-shaped face and exposed the close shave of her peach fuzz undercut. Even her makeup was finished, her eyebrows carefully groomed then drawn sharply back in, and her lip gloss applied for a natural, dewy glow. All that was left was constructing the perfect outfit to leave a lasting impression.

And her handsome date was due at her door in just under an hour.

Piles of colorful outfits littered her bedroom floor as she waded through everything in her closet for the perfect look. Meanwhile, her Discord friends chatted and gossiped in her airpods over the Russ Meyer film, Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill!, which they'd all seen a million times over. Though she wasn't exactly watching, she set up her laptop atop a thick stack of African American and French Impressionist Art books anyway.

They were good company and helped her keep track of time.

She was sure that Lyl was taking her somewhere swanky and expensive. It was important to look the part. She wanted to impress her handsome masc and be undoubtedly the prettiest girl in the establishment.

With the Big Dark hoarding what precious little sunlight Seattle received this time of year and her phone warning of an incoming thunderstorm, this wasn't going to be easy. She wasn't sure she was brave enough for a miniskirt in the damp cold and leggings were just too casual. She knew for sure she wanted to wear her clear hot pink rain coat but outside of that the choices were limited as to what to wear under it.

Lyl already had an inkling of the kinky things she had in her closet but what was appropriate for going out in public? Should she appear a demure femme in something innocent while she wore provocative lingerie beneath her clothes? Or should she just fully embrace the dark femme in her and don something black, tight, short, and slightly too small?

Abandoning her small mound of clothes and outfits on her floor, she returns to her closet to comb through it one time. As she scans through her wardrobe, sometimes abruptly pushing whole sections aside, her eyes fall on a yellowing plastic cover tucked into a corner. This one was much older than the others in her collection, it was protecting a precious gift from one of her best customers during her late stripper days. It hadn't been touched since then, she'd been saving it for a special occasion.

A proper first date with Lyl counted as a special occasion, didn't it?

And just like that her outfit came together.

--

Lyl was running late.

She'd actually managed to leave work early, her oldest store manager volunteered to come in after stopping by to pick up some edibles. Of course, she'd pay them time and a half so it wasn't exactly volunteering but the younger queer noticed how antsy their boss was. They had worked together long enough to know that Lyl was never late and never antsy to leave her shift.

It didn't take much for them to connect the dots and Lyl was grateful she didn't have to say anything. She would worry about the ethics of appearing too obviously infatuated with a customer in front of her employees later. Right now, she just wanted to get home and get ready for Kitten.

Since she was too busy near fisting herself last night, she'd missed the window on getting a table at Toulousse Petite but an even better opportunity presented itself. All it took was one text to an old friend that morning about her predicament and they guaranteed them seats at Communion in the Central District instead. Though they didn't have traditional gumbo (it was a gumbo pho) they did have other wonderful seasonal New Orleans style dishes.

Communion isn't as intimate as Toulouse Petit but the food was delicious, the decor high-end, the drinks were strong, and it was Black-owned. They could at least feel better about keeping their dollars in Seattle's small Black community.

By the time she arrived at her apartment, it had begun to drizzle and the steady thrum of rain against her windows only increased as she hurried to get ready. In the hour it took her to shower and oil herself down, the pattering of the oncoming storm filled her glass and concrete home. She carefully dressed herself in a matching black collared shirt and fitted jeans with black, tightly laced Doc Martens that she saved for weather like this. With only the gold in her white smile, she appeared ever the towering ink blot, a clean silhouette that outlined her androgynous figure.

As she dabs Tom Ford's

Tobacco Vanille

over her throat and down her sternum, she tries to picture Kitten on her arm as she mentally prepares herself for the traffic. It would be worth it just to even have the curvy pastel femme in her car, if it rained too hard they could pull over somewhere and make out in the backseat.

But she was a Seattleite born and raised, driving in this kind of weather was not unheard of.

After throwing on her trench coat and pocketing her keys, Lyl rummages through her entryway closet for an umbrella that she kept around for guests. Black as the rest of her, she shakes a bit of dust off of it then tucks it under her arm. Like any other Washingtonian, she didn't bother much with umbrellas, even when it rained like this, but she couldn't imagine her plush femme feeling the same.

Kitten was the type of woman who clearly cared about her appearance and orchestrated every bit of it from head to toe. This was the least she could do to show how much she appreciated that.

Closing the door to her apartment behind her, Lyl sends an apologetic text to her paramour about the traffic and says she's on her way. Were there no traffic, she would be right on time but she arrives only ten minutes late.

The rain does not let up in her commute but there is a parking spot directly in front of Kitten's townhouse at the end of the row. Lyl takes a deep breath as she backs into the space, a useless attempt to calm her nerves. She reaches into her glove box for a capped vape pen and takes a quick hit of the "Trophy Wife" hybrid inside.

The CBD heavy strain works its magic on her even before the exhale of heavy but ultimately scentless smoke. Her nerves relax and her mind stops racing about everything she could possibly do wrong. Instead, she could fully concentrate on getting to know more about this woman and treating her like the Goddess she clearly is.

Just as Lyl picks up the umbrella in the back seat and vaguely contemplates taking one more hit from her cartridge, the light over Kitten's glass door blinks on. The hallway is dark and the shade is drawn so she cannot see even a silhouette of what the femme is wearing. However, as the door opens and Kitten steps beneath the light, Lyl draws in a long, longing breath.

Kitten is wearing a thick, magnificent, full length sable fur coat that appears so heavy it hangs from her shoulders down to her ankles. Beneath it, she has on a perfectly tailored soft and slightly sheer black mini dress with a matching black long sleeved bolero of the same material that left a keyhole of space for her ample cleavage to peek through. The dress cinches around her waist while the hem hugs her mid thigh, lending plenty of leg to ogle. She looks like a video vixen from a 90s or early 2000s music video.

It makes Lyl wonder if her waist was always that tiny, her tits always that full and round, and as for that skirt...it makes her body heat up significantly with how short it is. It clings to her hips and makes her legs look as if they go on forever.

In Kitten's hands she holds a small, circular, black leather satchel. It doesn't look like any designer she knows of but the large glinting gold bee on the clasp catches her eye. On her feet are a pair of chunky yet modern black boots that give her quite a few inches of height. They hug her calves tightly, painting the silhouette of her legs and somehow making her ankles look more dainty than when she had them naked on her shoulders.

Her vape pen forgotten, Lyl quickly hauls herself out of her car into the pouring rain to meet her date. In just a few strides, she crosses the meager front yard to Kitten's door, the umbrella already out and ready to shield her. It's been so long since she felt the chivalrous call to jump to a pretty girl's aid so quickly but never had a woman worn what looked like a real fur coat on a date with her either.

Kitten just finishes locking up as Lyl approaches and the two women greet each other with longing yet awkward smiles. Neither one of them says a word as Kitten hooks her arm into Lyl's and allows herself to be led to the tall woman's car. Her gait in such high boots is a natural one, Lyl has seen many a woman teeter on shoes like hers but Kitten's steps are nothing but poised confidence.

Swallowing to wet the dry spot in her throat, the tall woman shields Kitten the entire way then mutters a silent prayer as she helps her into the car. Once the door is shut she wings around the vehicle to the driver's side, shaking off her umbrella uselessly before tossing it in the back then sliding in her seat.

In just the few seconds that it took to do this, Lyl's car acquires the soft and feminine fragrance of Kitten's perfume. It mingles delightfully with her masculine cologne and the former fighter tries and fails to not picture her date's ankles on her shoulders once more.

Only the lo-fi playlist on Spotify fills the thick silence, both women are a bit too nervous to say anything first save the curious yet appreciative glance or an exchange of shy, awkward smiles. Kitten hides her blush by looking out the tinted window at the crashing rain and Lyl struggles to keep her sharp eyes off the femme's stretch of soft brown legs against her leather interior.

The ride is smooth for only the first few minutes before traffic slows them from a crawl to a standstill. While the heavy rain is partly to blame, so are a line of industrial boats passing through a canal. With the bridge up, they would have to be content to be stuck for longer than they planned. The restaurant was some ways from Kitten's place and though they weren't late for their reservation the thickness in the air was still palatable.

After swallowing the lump in her throat, it's Lyl who finally speaks first, "You look so beautiful tonight, Kitten. I can turn the heat on if you're cold."

This finally tears the pink-haired woman's eyes away from the window, giving Lyl the full onslaught of her doe-eyed gaze. She smiles softly and shakes her head before answering, "No, I'm fine. Thank you."

Her acrylic nails glisten in the rain dampered headlights of gridlocked traffic as she reaches out to gently stroke the line of Lyl's jaw and chin. Lyl can feel the downy hairs on her face lift with excitement at being touched by this alluring woman again and she parts her lips to release a silent breath.