Anywhere but for now, the shower room at the local gym

(Warning. This story takes major liberties with the plot of the original series which inspired it. Then again what good fanfic story doesn't?)

Brooke Thompson just wanted to enjoy a nice cold shower after her intense workout in aerobics class. So much so that she almost zoned out while standing naked beneath the shower head of her little shower booth.

Then she heard a voice. A loud feminine voice.

"Ground control to Major Babe," said the voice. "Come in, Major Babe."

"Er, are you talking to me?" asked Brooke as she turned to see a naked bleached blonde peering at her from the shower booth right next to hers.

"Sure am, Major Babe," said the bleached blonde. "Or do you prefer to be called Major Hottie?"

Brooke started to say "Actually, I'd prefer --"

Only to be interrupted. "Oh, don't mind me. I'm just making conversation. And for what it's worth, I'm not a lez. I'm a teas -- er, I mean I'm just friendly. Anyway, you have to be aggressive if you're going to make friends in LA. You know what I'm saying?"

"I guess so," said Brooke. "Uh, I'm sorry but I didn't catch your name."

"It's Montana," said the bleached blonde. "You might remember me from the aerobics class we just took. I was the one at the back of the class, being stared at by half the class."

"Oh, yes," said Brooke. "Now I remember. There were quite a few guys in there, weren't there?"

"Oh, it wasn't just guys who were looking at me," said Montana. "But, hey, I don't mind. I'm a professional aerobics instructor so stuff like that comes with the territory."

"Well, I'm Brooke," said Brooke. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get back --"

"Oh, don't mind me," said Montana. "I'm just standing here trying to work up a good lather on this bar of soap. Speaking of which -- I think I dropped it. Do you mind?"

Before Brooke could say anything, a naked Montana was down on all fours looking for something on the floor of her shower booth. Not that Brooke minded that all that much.

But then Montana's naked search got longer. And longer. And longer.

"Did you find the soap yet, Montana?" asked Brooke as she gazed down at Montana's bare back.

"No, not yet," said Montana, as she gazed down at Brooke's wet feet.

"Well, can you hurry up and find it please?" asked Brooke. "People are starting to stare at us."

"Oh, really?" asked Montana.

"And now they're starting to talk," said Brooke.

At this point, Montana raised her head. Brooke could not help but notice that the way Montana was situated, her mouth was just a few degrees south of Brooke's belly-button.

Then Montana smiled and said, "Maybe we should give them something to talk about."