Ready.

You hop in your little yellow speedster and make your away across town to the place called the pit. The closer you get the more obvious you are going to have to park and walk. Feeling hot and sexy, you can't say you really mind, more time to show off. Looking at all of the throngs of people you also know trying to take in the rifle isn't a good idea. Then again this is just the meet, you shouldn't need any real firepower anyway. With that in mind you tuck both pistols in their holsters happy that your shirt and coat both cover them nicely. You palm the little derringer and for a while you consider taking it as well but decide a pair of speed loaders and 2 backup magazines for the pistol are a better use of your limited purse space. Ready to go, you lock up the vehicle, hoping that is good enough, and start making your way to the front of the building.

As you arrive at the arena you see tons of people in line to get in to the arena. Outside there seem to be large pockets of people surrounding various performers getting started for the evening. These catch your interest briefly as you fight to get in and you notice the acts seem to be quite varied, ranging from the mild, scantly clad women with breathing fire and dancing around with flaming batons, to the truly bizarre, one troupe consisting of 3 men with large hoops piercing their bodies in front and back, hanging from their piercings from what looks eerily like a gallows. From within you can hear the screech of guitars, the driving drums, and loud screeching lyrics of some unknown very metal song. This is all amplified by the roar of what sounds like motorcycle engines, and the fan’s cheers. You head in and right about the time you spot a guy with liberty spikes sticking out of his head making out with a nearly naked whore on a leash, you realize you need a drink. Eyes scanning right and left you see several huts around the area, make your way up to one that is being manned by a very hot little blonde. Before saying anything you can't help but take a moment to look her over. She has ample obviously fake perky DD breasts, a tight lean figure, and a nice golden tan. She is wearing a simple yellow bikini and a loose skirt that is open on each side that hangs down to her mid thighs. Watching her move you are also pretty sure you see a bulge under her skirt. Much like you it would seem she is packing more than her feminine appearance would normally have.

Suddenly feeling a bit naughty you can't resist calling out to her, “Hey hot stuff. I need a drink.” Then licking your lips you add, “Oh and I am hungry too, if you have anything that could fill me up.”

She quickly looks you from head to toe and back before saying, “Babe I can fill you up nice and tight if you want.” She lets out a little snort of a laugh. “If you are serious I can go on break. What do you say?”