"Why did I let you talk me into this?" Mostella asked irritably.
"Because while I enjoy your massive fish tank in one of my guest bedrooms, you're not gonna find a date just hitting the gym and the bar. Men here like muscles! Go strut and get yoself a dude," Alexandria said supportively and pushed her friend further toward the door.
"I don't hit the bar, I protect your bar! If I wanted a man, I wouldn't have sacrified tits for muscle," Mostella corrected her employer. "And this isn't what I train for!"
"Be a good martial artist and kick some metaphorical ass! You got this!" Alexandria said and gave her one final nudge to put her before the registration desk.
Reluctantly, Mostella filled out the paperwork and allowed herself to be ushered back to the dressing rooms, where Alexandria promptly ordered her into the scanty two-piece and began pulling out vials upon vials of make-up.
"Pageant girls don't even wear this much make-up!" Mostella protested.
"Wanna bet?" Alexandria countered. "Now, sit. I haven't been tanning you for weeks just for you to go out as Ms. Cheddar."
With a resigned sigh, Mostella strode out confidently when her name was called for pre-judging, and again that evening for the actual competition.
"You did great!" Alexandria said energetically and clapped the tired competitor on the back as she prepared to go home.
"I didn't even place! Next time I go 'compete' and get this tired, it better be because I pounded somebody into a mat," Mostella growled. "I'm a fighter, not a flexer!"
Written for Artober.
Damn straight, original cast is fair game for my JAD sketches. Don't say I never drew half-naked women for the fans.
