Elsa consults with the recently broken up Daxia

Elsa went through the list of WSW club members to see if they had relationships that could relate with her situation. Jen was in a new one as well, but her situation with Dani was more casual and there didn’t seem like there would be friction with her wrestling. Elsa didn’t know about Sam or Sonya and with Sonya’s cold responses, she wasn’t sure she wanted to ask. That left Daxia. Sam had dug up dirt on her new rival and mentioned a recent break up. The new recruit might at least have something to say about being in a relationship.

This time, Elsa made contact through Discord. Daxia was happy to have her over to chat on one condition…

“Thanks for agreeing to talk with me, Daxia!” Elsa said, coming into the new WSWer’s studio apartment.

“You can call me Dash! Thanks for agreeing to help me out with my work!” Daxia replied, guiding her new friend towards the living room.

“Uh, yeah, about that… you said you needed someone to pose for pictures?”

“Yeah! I have a new line of sports underwear I need modeled. Since you are active in sports, I thought you would bring a genuine look to the product!”

“Thanks… so what do you need me to wear?’

Daxia pulled out a box of goods, holding them up for Elsa to see. They were stretchy bras and short pants which gave Elsa a sense of relief. When she heard underwear she was afraid it would be something more skimpy but these looked serviceable.

“I could see myself actually wearing these,” she nodded approvingly.

“You can keep a pair then!” Daxia smiled. “I consulted with different athletes to get the right look and feel for these!”

“Wow! I didn’t know you did this kind of work!” Elsa said, finding the right size to fit her.

“Well, back in high school I was always involved in fashion and business in one way or another so it seemed only natural to branch out on my own when I finished school,” Daxia shrugged.

“That’s why you didn’t go to university?”

“I was already making enough money to support myself, so I decided to see how far I could go,” Daxia replied. “I mean, it wasn’t easy, but I like to think I learned on the job, that’s where my education comes from and I paid for it through hard work and determination!”

“Well, that’s good for you,” Elsa smiled. “You seem to have it all together…”

“Well, that’s the vibe I like to give,” Daxia laughed. “Fake it til you make it, right?”

“Yeah, haha, sure!”

“So I have a photo studio in the next room, we can set up there!” Daxia went on. She guided her guest into a bare room with a white backdrop on one side and lights and camera set up on the other side. Beside the lights was a divider screen. “You can get changed behind there,” Daxia instructed.

Elsa went to the back and saw a standing mirror and a bench to put her clothes. She looked back at Daxia’s silhouette through the thin material of the screen. Daxia looked to be setting up the camera and lighting.

“So is it OK, if I ask you stuff now or should we wait until after this photoshoot?”

“Go ahead and ask,” Daxia replied, still concentrating on her work.

“Well, I don’t know if you know, but I recently got a new girlfriend,” Elsa began.

“Oh? Congratulations!”

“Thanks. This is new for me, I never had an official girlfriend before…”

“Oh… I can’t help you there, I’m straight…” Daxia quickly responded.

“No, I know, but I heard you were in a relationship before, yeh?”

“Oh yeah, a wasted five years of my life!” Daxia muttered.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that… “ Elsa said.

“Don’t be, it’s not your fault,” Daxia replied.

Elsa stepped out in the sports bra and underpants. “What do you think?”

Daxia looked over the swimmer and nodded. “Looks good on you! One thing though, you’re looking a little flat under the lighting. Some body oil will help make you pop out!”

“Oh… OK….” Elsa agreed.

“Let me help you put it on so you don’t get oil on the outfit…”

“Sure…”

They went back behind the screen with Daxia holding a bottle of baby oil. She waited for Elsa to do something. Elsa stood there, looking back in confusion, so Daxia told her, “You need to take the outfit off so I can get this all over your body.

Elsa raised an eyebrow. “Do you do this with all your models?”

“Trust me, it’s easier this way,” Daxia assured her.

“And it's OK… because you’re straight…” Elsa added with a hint of incredulity.

“If it makes you more comfortable, you can apply the oil and I can redress you,” Daxia offered.

With a sigh, Elsa accepted her fate and stripped. Daxia took a moment to look over Elsa’s body while Elsa wondered to herself how she kept getting naked in front of everyone. Daxia spread oil over her hand and began to rub it into Elsa’s flesh. Daxia’s hands were soft and warm as they pressed firmly over Elsa’s skin. Elsa held her breath. She started to feel strange about letting another woman touch her. Her thoughts went to Kelsy and what she would think.

“Um… are you sure this is OK?” Elsa asked, holding a hand up for Daxia to stop. “I mean, I know this isn’t sexual, but I do have a girlfriend…”

Daxia stopped and gave Elsa’s question some thought. She then asked Elsa, “Is this arousing you?”

“Uh… it just feels weird…”

“Well, if it isn’t sexual and it’s not going anywhere, what’s the harm?”

“I guess you’re right…”

Daxia finished applying oil on Elsa. She gave extra attention to Elsa’s butt and raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure this isn’t doing anything for you?”

“It’s getting my buns warm,” Elsa replied.

“Well, I hope your girlfriend isn’t the jealous type,” Daxia joked, squeezing her bottom.

Elsa rolled her eyes, knowing that the fashion designer was only teasing her. She put the sports bra and underpants back on and followed Daxia out to the photo stage. Daxia took some sample shots and showed them off to her model. “Looks good with the oil, right? The shine really highlights your contours!”

“Yeah, I like that!”

They did more poses while Elsa started to interview Daxia about relationships.

“So… you were with your ex for five years?”

“Yeah, high school sweethearts.”

“How did you two get together?”

“We were on the debate team. We would argue over everything and always had to win the argument. Eventually we argued so much that we pretty much knew what the other was going to say,” Daxia sighed. “Then, when my parents found out that Bobby was Asian they practically pushed us to get together. His folks were the same. Well, when you know someone, you get comfortable with them and that makes it the safe choice to make.”

“So, it wasn’t a love at first sight sort of thing…”

“Hardly. We had our moments, but in the end it felt almost like an arranged marriage.”

“Sorry to hear that.” Elsa hesitated before asking, “So, you two split up because you lost your spark?”

“We broke up because he was cheating on me.”

“Oh. So so sorry to hear that!”

“Yeah, so was I! Like I said, five years wasted!”

“Is that when you got into WSW?”

Daxia paused and thought. “Hmm… I’m not sure. I was being way flirty with my friend at the time, I guess because I needed to feel like SOMEONE wanted me… and it turned out that she really did. One thing led to another and she introduced me to the sport.”

“Would you… consider WSW cheating?” Elsa asked, holding her breath for the answer.

“Do you mean for you and YOUR girlfriend?” Daxia surmised. Elsa looked away briefly but Daxia gave a reassuring smile. “That’s the reason you wanted to talk to me in the first place, right? To get my opinion on your relationship?”

“Yeh…” Elsa admitted. “I’m really into Kelsy, but I don’t want to give up WSW…”

“Well, I consider WSW a sport over anything else. I’m training to beat my friend so that I can hover that over her egotistical head! I’m doing it purely for the competition. All the sapphic entailments are just another aspect of it, not the reason for me to do it. So, if a woman who is not into other women can participate in WSW without turning into a lesbian, I think a woman can participate without considering it cheating.”

“Thanks,” Elsa exhaled. ‘That’ good to hear!”

“Of course, if I was in a lesbian relationship and I found out my girlfriend was fucking other women on the side, I’d be pissed. It just depends on how you look at it!”

Elsa’s sense of relief fizzled. “Thanks…”