The changing room backstage

As you come to your senses, you first notice your complete and utter nudity. Next, you notice that you’re backstage of Brooke’s Gym. And lastly, you remember that you just got done putting on a sexfight performance in front of a crowd. You shake your head lightly. What were you thinking…? Well, regardless of the outcome, it seems that you and Surge managed to collaboratively fuck the attitude out of each other at some point. You’re feeling a lot calmer than you were earlier.

Status Lost: Grumpy

As you slowly get to your feet, you notice Surge doing the same. She must’ve woken up around the same time as you.

“Surge, um-” you start, only to be interrupted.

“Hey, Emilia-”

A brief silence hangs.

“Sorry,” you both say.

“I was just in a bad mood,” you continue. “A bunch of annoying things happened and maybe I overreacted.”

Surge follows, “Nah, I get it. I was in a pissy mood too. That Brooke bitch is enough to get under anybody’s skin, and dancing around in those damn bikinis for a crowd doesn’t help either.”

Your ears perk up. “Oh yeah, that reminds me. Why were you dancing on the stage to begin with? You’re not working here, are you?”

“N-No! I got sick of that conceited asshole never taking things seriously, and always mouthing off during Pokemon League meetings like the rules don’t apply to her. And she keeps flirting with me like a sleaze. She calls my ass fat and praises my ‘adorably tiny tits’ every time I see her!”

“Well…” you start.

“Shut up! Anyway, I came here to battle her and put her in her place. Thought I might even get an apology out of her too, but… well…”

“I guess it didn’t turn out that way…” you state with disappointment.

“Yeah. I wasn’t planning on giving her the satisfaction of seeing every inch of my body… Now she knows exactly how small they are, down to my frickin’ bra size… D-Don’t look at me like that! In fact, don’t look at me at all! I don’t want anyone else gawking at me tonight, least of all you! C’mon, we served our time disgracing ourselves. Let’s get dressed and leave.”

“Not so fast!” Brooke shouts, barging into the room like she owns the place. Well, she does, but still. “Lily! Suzy! Two lovely ladies, waiting backstage for me to have all to myself! One with supple, melon-sized tits strapped to her chest, waiting eagerly for me to stuff my face between them! The other with the fattest, roundest, perkiest ass imaginable, begging me to dig my fingers into it as I rail her from behind all night long! Two light-skinned, adorable, sexy girls whose heights are as short as their tempers! How about I cure your bad moods with some orgasm therapy, administered by yours truly?”

“No,” you and Surge answer in unison.

Brooke sighs. “You girls wouldn’t know a good time if it cockslapped you in the face. Granted, that worked out in my favor earlier, when you were too distracted with fucking each other to grab any of the tips being thrown onto the stage. You could have walked away with quite a few bills in your waistbands if you didn’t both pass out while humping each other. Oh well. The club’s still open, so get back out there and work those delicious bodies. You’ve put in enough time on the stage for today, so why don’t you work with the clients one-on-one?”

Surge barks, “To hell with that! We gave you the performance of a lifetime, and you’re getting picky about us working a ‘full shift’!? Gimme a break! It’s not like you don’t have enough stripper sluts already!” You nod in solidarity.

Brooke just shakes her head. “If I remember right, you’ve got girls serving in your ‘militia’ with no end in sight. Why should I let you off easy?”

Surge fires back, “They don’t do that because they lost! They do that because they’re disciplined, well-trained whores!”

“And you’d both be well-trained too, if I decided to fuck you. You’re both lucky I’m letting you get away without a lifetime addiction to sex with me, the one and only Bitchbreaker of Pewter City!” Did she really just give herself that title…? “Anyway, I’d love to sit here and chat with you sexy vixens, but I have two paying clients who are eagerly waiting for a round with… what did they call you? ‘Those two girlfriends who were fucking like rabbits on stage’ I think.”

“W-WE’RE NOT GIRLFRIENDS!” you and Surge screech.

“And we weren’t fucking, we were competing…” you add bashfully.

Surge sternly agrees. “R-Right. Totally different. Not slutty at all.”

“If you feel so strongly about it, then you better tell them that yourselves,” Brooke says. “Unless, of course, you’d like a round with me instead?”

“No!” you both echo.

“Can’t blame a gal for trying. Follow me, my lovely, thorny roses.”