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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/24/2017 3:22:48 AM
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Star sighed and nodded.
"If it wouldn't be too much for you. I just don't feel like going back at night like this."
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[i]"Damn, I should try that next time I'm competing with someone." [/i]
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"Horny people are so easy to beat." Star chuckled. "It helped when I wore skin tight suits in most sports. Trace a hand slowly up the thigh with bedroom eyes and there's a guaranteed win."
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[i]"Where do you buy tights that thin? The only places I know are either insanely expensive or have clothes that fade too easily." [/i]
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"Sponsors....Trust me, you have to be very comfortable with your body to wear those suits. It's kind of embarrassing when people can see every curve and crevice...every single one."
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[i]"Trust me, I don't exactly have too many shits to give at how people look at my body. As long as they don't try to touch it or stare too long, then look on." [/i]
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"They stare a lot. I've heard a lot of inappropriate things as a female athlete wearing one of them. So many eyes on your chest and bottom..." Star sighed. "Even some male athletes purposely grazing you and touching you...it sucks."
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[i]"If they try that, then I would have given a good burn to a soft spot. -blam!- anyone that does that, and not literally." [/i]
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"Then you get banned from the tourney. You have no idea what kind of bullsh*t I've dealt with. One guy literally shoved the barrel of his gun purposely into my crotch. Somehow there was no rule against that at the time."
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[i]"...Who is he? Let's just say I know a guy who can fix that issue."[/i]
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"I got him kicked for drug abuse by doing some detective work. People were outraged, he lost his job, wife, and people may have damaged and ruined his mansion, cars, and basically everything he owned. I got 'em back gooooood." Star smirked.
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[i]"Much better than what I was going to do, damn." [/i]
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"I had help from my friends. I thought they went a tad overboard, but he was an *sshole that cheated on his wife anyway." She shrugged.
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[i]"Then he deserved it." [/i]
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"Agreed. Now, I think I'm gonna go to my ship, shower, change, and clean up overall. Maybe I'll see you later? 8:30 maybe? A nice dinner? Just us?" Star kept up the smirk, confidence evident in her eyes.
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[i]"Sure, why not. Are we going somewhere fancy or no?" [/i]
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"Eh, up to you. I have no opinion." Star held back a squeal of delight.
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[i]"Alright. There's this nice little steakhouse I know nearby, wear something nice." [/i]
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"Yes, ma'am. See ya, Nat." She gave a flirty wave before walking off.
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[spoiler]Skip until the dinner? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Sure.[/spoiler]
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[i]Natalie waited out front her apartment, wearing a slim, knee length black dress and matching heels. [/i]
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There was a loud roar of an engine as a futuristic red porsche looking hover car stopped in front of Natalie. The window on the passenger side slowly rolled down to reveal Star in the driver seat, a red, knee-length cocktail dress on her now clean body. She sheepishly smiled at Nat. "Sorry! Believe it or not this is the least flashy thing I own...."
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[i]"What the fûck..." Nat responded, not expecting this much money from someone who had just gotten beaten over the head by beer bottles the other night. Dumbfounded and grinning, she got into the car. [/i]
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"Did I mention being a famous athlete comes with a lot of money?" More nervous laughter escaped her lips. The interior had comfy leather seats and a black and red color theme.
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[i]"I can see," Nat said, an astonished tone hanging onto the edges of her lips. She gave Star a quick hug and closed her door, before pulling her phone out from her cleavage (as all classy women do /s) and using Tatakai's equivalent of Google Maps to locate the steakhouse. [/i]
