June meets her rival

(Originally by Stretchweasel)

June made her way down the midway, whistling nonchalantly. She tugged at her bikini strings as she walked, getting ready to shed her suit and enjoy some naked bumper cars. However, right when she was about to pop her top, she felt a strong hand close around her arm. She turned around to look into the eyes of her boss, Olivia.

Olivia, a stunning brunette of indeterminate age, was delivering one of her trademark scowls to June. She was a frightening woman, a little light in the bra but making up for it in nicely toned muscle mass that paid off big time around the abs and butt regions. June had gotten in trouble with her a few times, and she was eager to avoid the experience again in the future.

"June, you had better not lose that bikini," she said.

"I wasn't going to lose it!" June insisted. "I mean, I was going to keep track of it..."

"You're not taking it off at all!" said Olivia. "You're the dunk-bimbo! The people don't get to see the dunk-bimbo naked for free! If they did, they wouldn't pay money to dunk you!"

"Why don't I just drop it for a second out in front of the Ferris wheel? It'll be, like, a promotion!"

"June, let me make this perfectly clear to you," said Olivia. "If I see any of your marketable lady-parts out of that suit without anybody having first thrown a baseball at you, I am taking you out of the Dunk A Bimbo booth. Got it? You'll be on fryer-duty!"

June didn't like this. "Fryer-duty" meant that she would have to work in front of a busy deep fryer, which meant that she needed to wear a full-length set of coveralls at all times just to avoid getting burned by the splattering oil.

"You can't do that!" she protested. "Who would be the dunk-bimbo?"

Olivia pointed across the way to a woman who was busy at the soft pretzel wagon. The woman looked their way, and her eyes fell on June. She was a magnificent specimen, looking like a goddess that had been carved out of a block of mocha-skinned marble. June gasped.

"Bubble-Butt Suzie?" she said.

"June!" said Suzie, stepping away from her post and approaching the two women. "It's been a while."

"You know each other, then?" said Olivia.

"We do," said Suzie. "I transferred into her school a while back after my family was displaced from our nudist colony. June was one of my favorite classmates, weren't you, June?"

"Go to Hell, Suzie!" said June.

Suzie grinned. "You'll have to excuse her. I tended to take out my frustrations on having to wear clothes on the other girls, June in particular. I stripped her naked so many times, I think she actually started to like it!"

"Whatever," said Olivia. "I was just telling her that, if she loses her bikini while on her break, you're taking her place in the Dunk A Bimbo booth. Are you prepared for that?"

"Always am!" said Suzie. "June's bikini would be too small in the butt, I'm sure, but I've got several of my own to choose from!"

"Good. Carry on, then."

Olivia left, and Suzie grinned at June. It was clear what was on her mind. June bit her lip: after all this time, she would once again need to defend her clothing from the stripping attempts of her old rival, or else she would end up in front of the fryer.