Competing in the Olympics

Malaka! Kassandra, you are a Spartan remember? This is not a big deal it's just, everything! Oh Hades this would all be so easier if I was actually raised Spartan but I was not. I am a misthios and very rarely in that line of work am I required to strip off. So now the first way I'm going to be seen naked by anyone will be naked, oiled up and in front of a cheering crowd. I try to clear those thoughts out my mind and focus on the task; if I do this, I can regain my birthright and save the family. I doubt that home will help much as a city gawks at my nude body though. I feel my body shrink and tense just thinking about the faces that will watch.

I can't believe I agreed to this like a stupid little girl. When Tesitkles fell into the water and got eaten, somebody had to take his place and fast; so I volunteered. Or, well, some idiot volunteered me. And I naively accepted. I forgot that every competitor would be naked! I thought I'd have to just throw a few punches, not show my body off to the whole of Greece! I was too muscley anyway and not to mention my nearly non-existent breasts. Aphrodite did not bless me in that department.

Well there's one thing for it; I beat the other competitors before they even get to touch me and the quicker I do it, the faster I can get dressed. Suddenly I'm pulled out my thoughts by a small voice,

"Hello there! Just in here." I turned to see a young man of eighteen, maybe older. Of course my eyes instantly moved to the pot he was holding. Of course, I wasn't going to be allowed to do that by myself. I was gestured forwards.

I moved into the small tent myself and saw him give me an expectant look up and down. I sighed and tried to act nonchalauntly as I slowly unbuckled my greeves and pulled off my shoulder pads. And then it came time for the humiliating part. He stared directly at me as with a blush I slowly unbuckled my armour, allowing it to fall to the ground. The time it took was excruciating as I tried to fiddle with my clothing and I wished I could've just got it over quickly. Soon my armour was on the ground and I stood in my underwear. But I couldn't fight or get oiled up in that. I closed my eyes and clenched my fists as I pulled my underclothes off allowing the boy to get a good look at me. I felt myself praying to the Gods that I just died in the first fight so this embarrassment could just stop. Everything was exposed and while he certainly wasn't examining me it still felt like so. The cool air appeared to drift into the tent as I felt an exposing chill up my backside.

But it got worse as I felt an oily hand against my delicate small breast and I jumped back a little in shock, "Sorry misthios!" the young man responded, awkwardly unsure if he had done something wrong.

I had to be stoic, "Look nevermind what happened. Let us get this over with."

However I knew that even after this horrible naked session, things would get even more and more embarrassing. I hate the Olympics.