Almost your turn

You wait for another anxious minute as the front desk attendant checks both of you in. Every trainer coming into the gym stares at your bare breasts as they make their way to the waiting room, and many of them look down to try and peek a view of your pussy too.

Once Blue finally gets your pokedexes back, both of you rush to the main area of the gym. Blue is excited to watch the challengers before him, and you're just glad to be away from the front desk where everyone walking in can plainly see you. The two of you hug the left wall, slowly making your way around the main training/battle space. Along the back wall you see Brock standing next to a small table. He's squinting slightly as he reads something on a laptop, most likely the information of the first few trainers to challenge him this morning. Off a bit to the side, between you and Brock, sits a small set of bleachers. Four trainers are waiting for Brock to finish getting ready, including the obnoxious female trainer who's been teasing you incessantly.

The moment she notices you she turns away from her boyfriend and makes a sarcastic face at you. When she's sure she has your attention, she brings her hands up to her chest, pretending to hold up boobs much larger than her own. Blue takes a seat at the opposite end of the bleachers, and you sit down next to him. You shiver a bit as your bare ass presses against the cold metal, making your tormenter burst out loud in laughter.

"I'm sorry, do you have a problem with me?" you ask her, your annoyance at her antics finally boiling over into confrontation.

"Yeah, I have a problem believing a slut dressed like that thinking she can beat Brock."

"How I'm dressed has nothing to do with how good I am as a trainer," you protest, pursing your lips to pout at her.

"Well if your boyfriend over there **** you to wear it then yeah, it has a lot to do with how good you are as a trainer," she points out with a smirk.

"Well I prefer to let my pokemon speak for themselves!" you retort, nearly screaming at her.

"Oh, was that a challenge?" Her smirk doesn't budge off her face at all.

You blink several times, contemplating if you should confirm her back-handed offer to battle you.