"This Is Marcia !"

Debbi ate another brownie that Carol offered her as they drove to the now familiar mansion. "The Sheikh is going to sign those big contracts with the company isn't he ?" Debbi asked. "That's what the interpreter told me. He's delighted with you, you're doing a great job" Carol replied. "Have another brownie !" Debbi hesitated. "Should I ?" she wondered. "You need to pack the carbs for all that energy you're going to use" Carol reassured her.

The Sheikh's interpreter met them on arrival and ushered them into the same room to change that Debbi vaguely remembered from the day before. "It's great you could step in at such short notice" the interpreter said. "Oh it's no problem at all" Carol answered for both of them. "No, it sounds like fun" Debbi giggled. The interpreter grinned. "We've left some of those brownies you love on the table there" she told Debbi. "You get changed and I'll just show Carol the layout."

Carol and the interpreter laughed as they went to inspect how the main ballroom had been transformed. "So she hasn't a clue ?" the interpreter asked. "Well, I told her it was some kind of pastiche wrestling shtick but she doesn't know she's fighting a pro or that she'll be stripped !" A half size wrestling ring had been erected in the centre of the room, elevated just enough to ensure that all those seated at the tables surrounding it would get a good view. The audience of Nigerian and Saudi dignitaries with their wives was already being treated to the first course of a banquet. "We only got a half size ring so that there's less chance of Debbi running away. And it also gives everyone a close up view of what's happening !" the interpreter explained.

On their way back to the changing room, they bumped into an imposing black athlete, tall and toned with rippling abs. She was dressed in a plain black sports bra with matching Lycra shorts covered by a skimpy white tennis skirt. "Oh Carol, this is Marcia. She's our other wrestler for tonight." The interpreter made the introduction. "You're not the bitch I'm fighting ?" Marcia asked scornfully. "Heaven forbid" Carol replied. "I'm just her sort of second." For a fleeting moment, she almost felt sorry for Debbi !

When Carol got back to the changing room, Debbi had managed to get changed into the cocktail dress, despite the effects of the many brownies she had consumed. It was a skin tight rust coloured number with thin spaghetti straps. Carol looked at her. "You can't wear a bra under that dress Deb. Look, half of it's on show !" Debbi looked in the mirror and saw this was true. "You don't need a bra with your tits anyway" Carol reasoned. Debbi also knew this was true. She quickly took the dress off again and removed her bra. Carol helped her back into the dress. "The knickers are fine" she said, referring to the lacy red thong Debbi was wearing. "It's a thong, so won't show a panty line."

Carol suggested eating one more brownie before they received the call to action !