This follows from my story "
Ladies' Night at the Wargaming Club
" and its sequel, "
Ladies' Night at the Wargaming Club Pt. 02
," written by clantongang. Thank you to clantongang for initial story feedback and to theunusualhoon for further feedback.
Regardless of your fetishes, do your best to make all gaming spaces welcoming to all people.
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In the dimly-lit back office of Champion Games, Phoenix hunched over her laptop, flicking back and forth between the sales reports for the past seven days, and the weekly inventory order spreadsheet. She made sure not to overlook any meat-and-potatoes, high-turnover items. Magic booster boxes. Chessex dice. Restocks of the hottest-selling board games. The new Warhammer releases that Games Workshop, those monopolistic assholes, expected the store to order to maintain their stockist status. Only then did she allow herself to poke around at more interesting aspects of game store curation - small-press comics, innovative new story RPGs, feminist Kickstarter gaming projects with promising Retailer tiers.
Phoenix would have preferred to do this in a more tactile way, as she'd used to: a half-dozen printouts spread over the desk, with notes scribbled on scratch paper and sticky notes that she'd accumulated over the week. But when the old office printer had gone on the fritz, Andi had insisted that they try to do without it and save the costs of paper and ink. And incidentally, produce a final document that anyone other than Phoenix could understand.
The two partners' desks faced each other across the room, and presented quite the contrast. Andi's desk was practically empty save for an old desktop and a few choice stationary supplies. Phoenix's was covered with magazines, half-finished painting projects, and a not-inconsiderable number of Funko Pop! figures. (Princess Elsa. Alex Vause. General Leia. Michael Scott.)
Sprite, one of Phoenix's employees, stuck their head into the office. "Hey, Phoenix? There's someone interested in renting the event space for a day? Do you have a moment to show him around?"
"Be right there," Phoenix responded, and Sprite popped back out.
Phoenix uncoiled her body and stood, stretching and working the kinks from her neck. Pale and curvy, her short hair was bleach-blonde marked with dark purple streaks. Although she was dressed professionally in the green and black store uniform, the metal rings piercing her lips and right nostril, matching helix and rook ear piercings, and the hint of elaborate floral tattoo barely visible on her clavicle (not to mention the variety of smaller ones all across her arms), indicated that this was a woman who was more comfortable in a leather jacket. Gaydars went off within a mile radius when she so much as raised an eyebrow. (The eyebrow was also pierced.)
A possible space rental was a distraction, but a welcome one. Andi might have more energy to deal with the nitty-gritty of running a business, but this was more Phoenix's area of expertise. She took a quick breath to compose herself, then stepped out, ready to schmooze with the community, rent some spaces, and help make gaming magic happen. What a great job - and she was her own boss, too, more or less. If life was a game, then Phoenix was truly winning it.
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"Sorry,
who
's organizing this event?"
"The Counterfactual Historical Wargaming Society. You know, that gaming club that's like four blocks away? Haven't you heard some of the 40k players at the store mention it?"
"I take great personal pride in never talking to 40k players."
Phoenix and Andi (an Americanized shortening of Chandi) were facing opposite each other on their long couch in their living room (a space that seemed smaller than it was because every wall was fronted by a bookshelf, every inch of which were filled with books, graphic novels, neatly-arranged magazine collections, and any number of colorful board game boxes) while they talked over the events of the day. Andi had worked from home, so there was quite a bit to catch up on.
Andi was darker than Phoenix, her hair straight, black, and cropped diagonally. She was thin, her facial features almost as sharp as the palpable intelligence that gleamed from her yes. She was quite beautiful in a statuesque way, but unlike her partner, there was nothing on her body that jiggled or bounced.
She had fulfilled the expectations of her thoroughly Indian-American upbringing sufficiently to earn a Master's in Business Administration, but not quite enough to turn it to socially-respectable ends. Or to produce precious babies with a nice Telugu man.
"Well, apparently one of their yearly events is a small-scale gaming con for their community. Lots of little one-shots and tournaments and stuff. They usually do it in their own space but the guy said they've had a bit of a membership boom and need a bigger venue."
Andi raised an eyebrow, not looking up from the small laptop she was currently multi-tasking on. "If they're so popular, how come I've never heard of them before?"
Phoenix shrugged. "I dunno, seems like they kind of keep to themselves. The thing is, they want to rent
all
the available gaming spaces. Starting at, uh, 2:00 am."
This was enough to pull Andi's attention from her screen. "What?
Why
?"
"I guess they want to do an opening ceremony in the middle of the night?" Phoenix almost laughed, the situation was so odd. "Apparently they always do one before a big event. Kind of like a prayer for success, sort of thing."
"Is this a religious deal? Are they Wiccan or something?" Andi had rubbed up against such communities (and some attractive members of those communities) in her life, though she was herself too practical to embrace any form of magical thinking.
"The guy wasn't too clear, but I don't think so - more like a weird masonic tradition? Kind of fits, since apparently they were started up by older white guys in the 60s." Her eyes drifted off in remembrance. "My grandfather was a member of the Order of Quetzalcoatl; they organized his funeral."
"Well, if they want to wear fezzes and... do whatever, let them do it off-site," said Andi, whose only frame of reference for that a lodge was the Stonecutters episode of the Simpsons. "Sounds sketchy to me."
"C'mon, it's part of our official mission statement to welcome people of different cultural practices. And it's kind of a deal-breaker for them. And, uh, the other thing is, they offered to pay rental fees for the whole day. As in, twenty-four hours worth."
"For ALL the rentable spaces?" Andi did a quick mental calculation and saw dollar signs. She shook her head slightly in surrender. "Fine. Maybe they'll blow through their budget, lose their own space, and start spending more time at our store. So who gets to open up for them at the witching hour?"
Phoenix's expression turned bashful. "Welll..." she began, pulling her leg back to reposition her foot in the cleft between Andi's well-fitted black pants. "You know I have a hard time waking up early... So maybe...?" Her shapely toes ground against Andi's crotch with confident pressure born of long familiarity.
Andi sighed in a combination of pleasure and resignation. "Maybe if you make a good argument, I'll consider it."
Phoenix didn't need to be asked twice. She practically rolled off the couch and positioned herself on the carpet. Andi allowed her lover to seductively work her pants down her legs, over her ankles, revealing her toned, smooth brown legs. If they had tried this in reverse, it would have been some work to get the waist of the garment over Phoenix's rump, which was just as prominent as her largish, shapely bust (the cleavage of which was also on display through the dangling top of Phoenix's loose t-shirt). Phoenix wiggled that ass seductively as she pulled the crotch of Andi's red panties to the side and briefly admired the clean, demure, well-maintained privates underneath. Soon, her face was buried down there, her tongue eagerly flicking and stroking Andi's delicate pleasure nib.
Andi smiled and spread her legs wider, but twisted her torso slightly to return to her work, laptop balanced on the arm of the couch.
"Aren't you going to close your computer?" Phoenix asked, her voice slightly muffled.
"Oh, did you start already?" Andi asked casually. "I hadn't noticed." In response, Phoenix redoubled her efforts, suckling and licking like a champ, her right middle finger probing the inside of Andi's moistening pussy entrance.
This was a scenario that had played out before, and had certain expectations attached. Since Phoenix was the one beseeching the favor, Andi was free to accept the undivided sexual attention without asking or worrying about her partner's pleasure. She enjoyed indulging in that selfishness. She doubted that eager, devoted Phoenix would have been so standoffish if the situations were reversed, but they would probably never find out, because she never asked Phoenix for favors.
Soon Phoenix's efforts bore fruit, at least inasmuch as Andi was forced to close her laptop and set it aside. Hands now free, she lay down on the length of the couch. Andi grabbed the back of Phoenix's short-cropped hair roughly with one hand and forced her down between her legs. It wasn't necessary - or, indeed, helpful, since it mildly restricted Phoenix's range of motion. But that wasn't the point.
Phoenix's hand stroked up the side of Andi's slim waist and reached under her bra to stroke the dark nipple on one of her small pointy breasts, then the other. Andi allowed it for a time, then pushed Phoenix's well-tattooed arm away and returned the favor, stretching her arm to the easy target of Phoenix's own chest. By this point Phoenix was steadily plumbing the depths of Andi's pussy, finger curved upward to hit the familiar location of her g-spot. Andi experimentally mauled Phoenix's tits and pulled at her nipples just to see if she could break her focus, but other than an indignant moan, she couldn't be deterred from her task.