Red Sophie

"There is no way in hell Sophie is going to wear this!" Karen hissed as she gestured to the Red Sonja costume in "Spider-Man's" backpack.

"Look, I'll try to get her to wear this... Er, costume." Cindy replied quietly. "In the meantime, in case I can't, I want you to go back and grab our clothes and wallets."

"Why do I have to go streaking back?"

"Because, you're the one who ripped her shirt and caused her to run off."

Karen opened her mouth to argue, only to close it once more before letting out a sigh. "Fine."

"Where's she going?!" 'Spider-Man' asked as Karen turned and ran the opposite direction.

"That's not important." Cindy replied to the man in the costume as she slowly approached Sophie. "Okay, so about the costume..."

"That dirty perp has messed with time travel one too many times! Time for Officer Crystal Tempest to bring that scumbag in once and for all, even if it means I have to strip to get into this primitive, backwater resort." Carol said on stage as she reached for her belt that was holding up her skirt.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Margot called out from the seating area, standing up from her chair as Carol let go of the belt. "What the hell are you doing?! You can't just start with the big stuff first! Especially in such a boring fashion. It's called 'Striptease' for a reason, Carol! Make the crowd beg you to take it all off!"

"But aren't I going to do that anyway?" Carol asked innocently.

"If people wanted to pay to see women take off their clothes in a boring matter, they'd stay home and browse the internet." Margot argued, desperately trying to keep her cool. "Take it from the top! And try to add a little spice and seduction to it, please."

"Actually, I do have a question about my lines..."

"Oh, Good Lord, what now?!" Margot thought in aggravation. "Yes...?"

"I don't really feel like these are things that the REAL Officer Crystal Tempest would say." Carol stated, gesturing to her script with a shrug. "I mean, I know that I'm playing a character that's loosely based on her and not the actual character herself, but still."

Margot sighed as she sat back down, putting her head in her hands as she took a deep breath. "I'm what some people might consider a MILF, right?" She thought to herself, "Yeah, I've got a mountain of junk in the trunk and a few tiger stripes here and there, but some people like that sorta thing. Plus, I do got some rocking tatas, if I say so myself. And, thanks to my good for nothing ex-husband who claimed that I'm nothing but a 'seedy, greedy old bitch' - which he isn't technically wrong about, I'm more than experienced to preform the live sex act at the end. Perhaps it's not too late to kick this crazy bozo back onto the street and put on the show myself?"

Margot looked up at the clock on the wall. One hour left till opening.

"I'm doomed." She thought.

"Uh, Ms. X?"

"Fine! Adlib, if it makes you comfortable!" Margot said, trying to keep calm. "Just make sure you take everything off slowly and sensually when the show starts in two hours!"

"Does that give me enough time to start from the top?"

"No, we open in fifty-one minutes. Quickly! Get back to the dressing room!"

After several close encounters with police and misidentifying the wrong alleyway, Karen finally made it back to the alleyway the three had left before, panting heavily as she tried to catch her breath. A feat that was easier said than done thanks to the skunk smell that still lingered on her.

Looking back up, Karen noticed that the wallets were still there and still had their belongings in them. Unfortunately, she also noticed that the bags that contained the clothes she had just bought earlier were gone, as well as one jug of tomato juice and both water jugs.

"Not that I'm complaining, but who the hell in Vegas sees two wallets and just steals clothes, water, and tomato juice?" Karen muttered as she grabbed the wallets. Suddenly, the naked and smelly woman heard a familiar winny, looking up to peer out the other side of the alleyway.

That was when she saw a familiar white stallion tied to a pole outside what looked like a run down strip club.

"You gotta be freaking kidding me..."

"You gotta be freaking kidding me!" Sophie spat as she took one look at the Red Sonja costume in the backpack, her face redder than a tomato. "I can't wear that! Even under The Nudity Act, that would never count as clothing!"

"Sophie, please." Cindy said, "I know how you feel about your body, but -"

"But nothing!" Sophie shouted, "My fat ass and flat chest are never going to fit in that! People are going to judge me and my body even worse now!"

Cindy sighed, crossing her arms over her chest as she thought about how to convince Sophie to put the costume on. She thought that, perhaps, if Sophie put on the costume and saw the reactions from the customers, then the younger woman's confidence in her body and herself would be boosted. The trick was, how was she going to do it?