Penelope had just arrived at the Sexy Warriors guild building when she saw it. Painted on the front of the building was the statement "Get lost, whores!" multiple times in big letters. Who could have done this?
She went straight to the garden, where Shallista was working. "Have you seen the front of the building, milady?"
Continuing to work, Shallista asked, "No. What's wrong with it?"
"There is an unflattering message written on it."
Shallista stopped working and handed her the hoe she was using. "I'll take care of it. You're on garden duty until I get back."
*
Shallista took a long look at the front of her building. "What a mess. This is going to take days to fix." First off, she was out of paint and need to go buy some more. Maybe the guys could spare some when she and the others went to do construction work later. Of course that meant the building would have to stay vandalized for another day. Or maybe she could let Wendy take the lead on the construction job while she came back and painted over the letters.
Suddenly, she heard a female voice behind her say, "Some people are just douches, huh?"
Shallista turned. The person was a teenage girl hauling a small cart covered with a burlap tarp. "I guess."
"You wouldn't happen to be those one of those Sexy Warriors, I've been hearing so much about, would you?" the girl asked.
"Depends," Shallista answered. "What have you heard?"
"That you've all been working so hard," the girl said. "Working hard to restore the Entertainment District. Working hard to prove that scantily-clad warriors are more than just some ridiculous fetish. Heck, I heard you worked hard to fix up this building that nobody else wanted. When I saw you defend Jessibelle from those armored women yesterday, I knew the rumors had to be true. I thought something special was going on out here." She looked away, blushing. "Something that I want to be a part of."
Was this what Shallista thought it was? "How old are you?"
"Huh?" the girl asked, her head snapping forward as a look of shock came across her face.
"I believe I was quite clear," Shallista said. "How? Old? Are? You?"
The girl looked down. "E-eighteen."
Shallista put her head under the girl's chin and made her look up, giving her an eerie smile. "Don't BS me, little girl. How old are you?"
"Sixteen."
Shallista let her go. "Why did you lie?"
"Because I knew you wouldn't let me join your guild if you knew my real age."
"And you'd be right," Shallista said. "We're a guild for adults. No kids allowed."
"You're not even going to give me a chance?" the girl asked.
"No means no," Shallista said. "Move along, child."
"But I brought this cart full of stuff to give you."
"You can't buy your way in," Shallista said. "And because you tried to lie about your age, I'll never let you join."
"Oh..." the girl said, slumping her shoulders and looking down. "I guess I'll leave, then. Feel free to keep the stuff."
Shallista shook her head. "Take your stuff, too."
"But there's paint in there," the girl said. "I want you to have it so you can fix your building. I'll take everything else."
Shallista grumbled. She did need paint and didn't want to go through the trouble of heading into town to get it. "You any good with a brush?"
The girl's face lit up. "You mean..."
"I'm not letting you join my guild," Shallista said. "No children allowed. I'm not budging on that. I am, however, giving you a chance to redeem yourself. Do a good job helping me and maybe I'll let you join in two years, after you become an adult. Also, I want to talk to you about what it really means to be a Sexy Warrior."
*
Shallista and the girl were in the guild hall, enjoying a few mugs of ice water. "Nothing like a frosty mug of water after a hard day's work."
The girl drank some water. "We got a lot done, but there's still more to do."
Shallista decided it was time to have that talk. "Being a Sexy Warrior isn't always this easy, you know. You may see us walking around town and it looks like fun and games, but it isn't."
The girl rolled her eyes and sighed. "Heavens..."
"I'm trying to let you know that this may or may not be the type of thing you want to do," Shallista said. "Being a Sexy Warrior is risky. You'll also get a lot of attention, wanted and unwanted. It comes with the territory. This is why no one under eighteen can join my guild. It's a lot for a young woman to deal with, so why rush it?"
"But you look pretty young yourself," the girl said. "When did you start?"
"I officially began my journey as a Sexy Warrior when I was nineteen," Shallista answered. "But I remember being just like you when I was sixteen. That's when I saw a Sexy Warrior for the first time. I thought she looked cool and couldn't wait to become one myself. I went out and bought myself some sexy armor that day and set out to find her."
"See?" the girl said. "You can't come down on me for wanting to do the same thing."
"Shut up," Shallista said. "I'm not done yet. Anyway, trouble started as soon as I got to the next village. Men couldn't stop staring at me. I, of course, wasn't prepared to handle that reality at such a young age. I was just a kid. I just thought I was being cool like that woman I saw. I didn't think that grown men would look at me like that. I didn't WANT grown men looking at me like that. Then, one of them attempted to...forcefully use me. The only reason I was able to escape from him is because I landed a lucky strike and pierced him through the heart with the sword I was carrying."
The girl squirmed uncomfortably. It looked like the message was getting through.
"I returned home, broken and crying," Shallista continued. "I knew that if I wanted to be a Sexy Warrior, I needed to do some growing. It took three years for me to get back to the point to even attempt it again. You don't just put on sexy armor and suddenly become cool, confident, and powerful. It takes a lot of training, both physically and mentally. Children like you can't manage it."
"I guess I understand what you're trying to say," the girl said. "You did it before you were ready and almost instantly regretted it. When you're looking on with starry-eyes, you don't see the downside or potential problems."
Then, Hilde, Seffany, Lupe, Jelena, Neeka strolled in.
"I see you're all finally back," Shallista said. "How did the job go?"
"It was great," Jelena said. "We made bank and all we had to do was stand there and be drawn. He sheltered us and fed us, too."
Seffany stretched. "I bet my husband is at home, waiting to see me in this armor. I know I've missed him. Someone's getting laid tonight."
The girl looked at Hilde, then grumbled at Shallista. "You freaking liar."
"Huh?" Shallista asked. "What did I do?"
"You tell me I can't join your guild, but that boy can?" the girl complained. "He can't be but thirteen, but I'm sixteen and can't join."
Shallista looked around. Was she missing something? "What boy?"
The girl pointed at Hilde. "That one."
Shallista gasped. "Oh...Hilde isn't-"
"But I'm eighteen...and female," Hilde said, frowning.
The girl looked her over. "Are you sure?"
Hilde burst into tears and ran away. "Waaaaah!"
Neeka gave chase. "Hilde, wait!"
Shallista stood and patted the girl on the shoulder. "It's getting late. I'll walk you home, okay. We can finish painting tomorrow."
"Did I do something wrong?" the girl asked.
Shallista shook her head. "No. I'm just trying to be a good role model and guild master."
Saturday, June 27, 2020
Saturday, June 6, 2020
Sexy Warriors, Episode 10
It was a beautiful day as Jessibelle stepped out of her house. "My, my, what a day." She walked down the street, greeting others as well as being greeted.
Eventually, she got out of the neighborhood and entered the commercial district of the town. She then, went to a street vendor, grabbed an ice cream cone, and sat down on a nearby bench. "Okay, time to create some characters." She whipped a notepad and pen from her purse and watched people walk by while eating ice cream.
She knew most of the people who walked by, so they weren't good inspiration. All she could do was hope that some visitor would wander past. Someone like that woman from the building she visited last night. She was interesting with that muscular physique and that horrendous armor.
She shook her head. "No!" She didn't want to think about that place. Did she really intend to make her wear that? She couldn't do that. She was a mature woman. A feminine woman.
Then, she saw a woman walking down the street. She was tall with a fiery red mane tied back in a French braid. She was wearing...that armor. What's more is she seemed to be looking at her. Was she coming her way? "Ack!" She looked away.
It didn't help, as the woman plopped down right next to her. Why did she have to sit there? What possible reason could she have had for sitting on this particular bench at this particular time? She was so panicked, she started shaking.
"Nice day, huh?" the woman asked.
Was she talking to her? What a stupid question. Of course she was? It'd be rude to not at least acknowledge her. "Sure."
It was silent for a moment. "Is there some reason you can't look at me?" the woman asked.
"What do you want?" Jessibelle asked.
"You caught my interest and I simply wanted to talk to you," the woman answered. "After all, you kind of stand out with the parasol, sun dress, and sun hat."
"Like you're one to talk," Jessibelle said. "You're so tall and wearing...that."
The woman leaned across her lap and looked her in the face with the brightest smile. "You stopped by my building yesterday, right?"
This woman was gorgeous. Jessibelle looked away. "N-no."
"It's no use lying," the woman said. "Your perfume is a dead give away. I smelled it all over the place when I returned last night. So, what brought you over?"
Her nose was that good? Maybe lying wouldn't do her any good. "I was just checkin' the place out."
The woman got off her lap and sat upright again. "That whip on your hip tells me something different. Simply having a weapon sets you apart from other people in this town. And those boots on you feet aren't just for fashion. They're functional and well-worn, clashing with your the rest of your outfit. I'm guessing that you were looking for others like you. People who like to go on adventures, putting life and limb on the line for nothing more than a thrill."
She was so close, but so far off at the same time. "I was just lookin' for people ta base characters on for my new book. I saw a Sexy Warriors poster on a buildin' and figured there must be all kinds of unique people in there. Instead, the one person I saw tried ta recruit me."
"It's no wonder," the woman said. "You're a cutie and we don't have a Southern belle-type yet. So what do you say? There will be plenty of adventures and people for you to base future books on. It'll be cheaper than hiring us and we get a new member. It's a good deal for both sides."
The thought of wearing that armor sent shivers through her body. "I could never wear that stuff. It's so...lacking." She remembered what the woman last night said. "Your name wouldn't happen ta be Shallista, would it?"
"It is," the woman said.
"So, you're the leader of the Sexy Warriors guild, right?"
"I am," Shallista said. "Why are you asking?"
"I simply must know why you insist on wear such unsightly, impractical armor," Jessibelle said. "It's uncivil and unladylike. Also, it reeks of stupidity. How are you still alive? You're so exposed."
"Short answer to your first question," Shallista said. "I don't like full armor. I don't like the feel of it. Also, I like to show off this body I've worked so hard obtain. As for why I'm still alive. I simply haven't been killed. I don't lose and rarely take hits. I won't lie, it takes a lot of skill to go into combat like this. At the end, though, I'm the one who's still standing. I like to view myself, my guildmates, and even barbarians as proof that it can be done. That you can wear sexy armor and still be a successful warrior."
She had a point. Barbarians were scary and some of them fought totally naked. And this woman had an totally unblemished body. If she took any hits, it was a very long time ago. This woman must have been some kind of monster, a warrior of unparalleled skill to constantly defeat more heavily armored opponents and not even have wounds. She would be an excellent protagonist for her next book. She just needed to see one thing. "I want to see how you fight. Take me on an adventure. I'll pay whatever you need me to."
"Are you sure you don't want to join us and experience the joy of wearing sexy armor for yourself? You can't really know what it's like until you try it."
"N-no," Jessibelle said. "I-I just want to observe."
Shallista patted her on the back. "You're not fooling anyone. Just join my guild, put on sexy armor, and get it over with. You know you want to."
"Gah!" Jessibelle screamed. "I can't!" She got up and ran as fast away as she could. She continued running until she couldn't run anyway, stopping near the city gate.
She hunched over, trying to catch her breath. Then, she found herself being shoved down from behind, faceplanting in the dirt. Was it Shallista? How dare she? "Stop it, idiot! I don't want ta join your guild!"
"Idiot, huh?" a female voice said. It wasn't Shallista's.
She looked back over her shoulder and saw five women in full armor staring down at her. "Oh, sorry. I thought y'all was someone else."
"I thought so, hick," the apparent leader of the group said.
"Hey, that's not called for," Jessibelle said. "And y'all didn't have ta shove me down."
"So you're tough, huh?" another of the women asked.
"N-no," Jessibelle said. "I was just sayin' that y'all were being rude. I apologized for callin' ya an idiot. Can't you apologize for shovin' me down."
"I think she thinks she's tough," another of the armored women said. "She's even got a whip."
A city guard came over. "Hey, don't start trouble, ladies. This is a peaceful town."
The women stared Jessibelle down. "Just don't let it happen again."
She watched as the women turned away from her. Shallista had gotten there at some point and the women caught sight of her. She then watched as they stared Shallista down.
One of the women rolled her eyes. "Ugh! Seriously?"
Shallista gave them the once over and said, "Don't be jealous."
"You give female warriors a bad name," the leader said. "Put on some decent armor, whore."
Shallista simply walked past them and walked over to her as the armored women stare at her in disgust. She knelt down and extended a hand to Jessibelle. "Are you alright?"
"Y-yes, I believe so," Jessibelle answered, grabbing her hand. She felt Shallista's strength as she helped her up. She was so beautiful, yet so powerful. Jessibelle had no choice but to look away.
"Have I done something wrong?" Shallista asked.
"N-no."
Shallista looked back over her shoulder at the armored women. "Who really gives female warriors a bad name? A woman in skimpy armor who helps people in need or a bunch of armored twits acting like bullies?"
"You filthy trollop..." one of the women said, putting a hand on the sword sheathed on her hip and starting for her.
The leader held her back. "She's not worth our time. Look at her armor. We would kill the poor woman in seconds." The group turned and walked away, the leader lingering behind to stare her down for a moment.
"Are you sure it was a good idea to antagonize those women?" Jessibelle asked.
"I couldn't just sit back and watch them be idiots," Shallista said. "That's not the way of a Sexy Warrior." She then looked at Jessibelle with a bright smile. "You're welcome to come join the guild any time. All you have to do is show up." With that, she took her leave.
Jessibelle watched her walk away. She was beautiful, kind, confident, and had good morals. "Shallista…" What a woman.
Eventually, she got out of the neighborhood and entered the commercial district of the town. She then, went to a street vendor, grabbed an ice cream cone, and sat down on a nearby bench. "Okay, time to create some characters." She whipped a notepad and pen from her purse and watched people walk by while eating ice cream.
She knew most of the people who walked by, so they weren't good inspiration. All she could do was hope that some visitor would wander past. Someone like that woman from the building she visited last night. She was interesting with that muscular physique and that horrendous armor.
She shook her head. "No!" She didn't want to think about that place. Did she really intend to make her wear that? She couldn't do that. She was a mature woman. A feminine woman.
Then, she saw a woman walking down the street. She was tall with a fiery red mane tied back in a French braid. She was wearing...that armor. What's more is she seemed to be looking at her. Was she coming her way? "Ack!" She looked away.
It didn't help, as the woman plopped down right next to her. Why did she have to sit there? What possible reason could she have had for sitting on this particular bench at this particular time? She was so panicked, she started shaking.
"Nice day, huh?" the woman asked.
Was she talking to her? What a stupid question. Of course she was? It'd be rude to not at least acknowledge her. "Sure."
It was silent for a moment. "Is there some reason you can't look at me?" the woman asked.
"What do you want?" Jessibelle asked.
"You caught my interest and I simply wanted to talk to you," the woman answered. "After all, you kind of stand out with the parasol, sun dress, and sun hat."
"Like you're one to talk," Jessibelle said. "You're so tall and wearing...that."
The woman leaned across her lap and looked her in the face with the brightest smile. "You stopped by my building yesterday, right?"
This woman was gorgeous. Jessibelle looked away. "N-no."
"It's no use lying," the woman said. "Your perfume is a dead give away. I smelled it all over the place when I returned last night. So, what brought you over?"
Her nose was that good? Maybe lying wouldn't do her any good. "I was just checkin' the place out."
The woman got off her lap and sat upright again. "That whip on your hip tells me something different. Simply having a weapon sets you apart from other people in this town. And those boots on you feet aren't just for fashion. They're functional and well-worn, clashing with your the rest of your outfit. I'm guessing that you were looking for others like you. People who like to go on adventures, putting life and limb on the line for nothing more than a thrill."
She was so close, but so far off at the same time. "I was just lookin' for people ta base characters on for my new book. I saw a Sexy Warriors poster on a buildin' and figured there must be all kinds of unique people in there. Instead, the one person I saw tried ta recruit me."
"It's no wonder," the woman said. "You're a cutie and we don't have a Southern belle-type yet. So what do you say? There will be plenty of adventures and people for you to base future books on. It'll be cheaper than hiring us and we get a new member. It's a good deal for both sides."
The thought of wearing that armor sent shivers through her body. "I could never wear that stuff. It's so...lacking." She remembered what the woman last night said. "Your name wouldn't happen ta be Shallista, would it?"
"It is," the woman said.
"So, you're the leader of the Sexy Warriors guild, right?"
"I am," Shallista said. "Why are you asking?"
"I simply must know why you insist on wear such unsightly, impractical armor," Jessibelle said. "It's uncivil and unladylike. Also, it reeks of stupidity. How are you still alive? You're so exposed."
"Short answer to your first question," Shallista said. "I don't like full armor. I don't like the feel of it. Also, I like to show off this body I've worked so hard obtain. As for why I'm still alive. I simply haven't been killed. I don't lose and rarely take hits. I won't lie, it takes a lot of skill to go into combat like this. At the end, though, I'm the one who's still standing. I like to view myself, my guildmates, and even barbarians as proof that it can be done. That you can wear sexy armor and still be a successful warrior."
She had a point. Barbarians were scary and some of them fought totally naked. And this woman had an totally unblemished body. If she took any hits, it was a very long time ago. This woman must have been some kind of monster, a warrior of unparalleled skill to constantly defeat more heavily armored opponents and not even have wounds. She would be an excellent protagonist for her next book. She just needed to see one thing. "I want to see how you fight. Take me on an adventure. I'll pay whatever you need me to."
"Are you sure you don't want to join us and experience the joy of wearing sexy armor for yourself? You can't really know what it's like until you try it."
"N-no," Jessibelle said. "I-I just want to observe."
Shallista patted her on the back. "You're not fooling anyone. Just join my guild, put on sexy armor, and get it over with. You know you want to."
"Gah!" Jessibelle screamed. "I can't!" She got up and ran as fast away as she could. She continued running until she couldn't run anyway, stopping near the city gate.
She hunched over, trying to catch her breath. Then, she found herself being shoved down from behind, faceplanting in the dirt. Was it Shallista? How dare she? "Stop it, idiot! I don't want ta join your guild!"
"Idiot, huh?" a female voice said. It wasn't Shallista's.
She looked back over her shoulder and saw five women in full armor staring down at her. "Oh, sorry. I thought y'all was someone else."
"I thought so, hick," the apparent leader of the group said.
"Hey, that's not called for," Jessibelle said. "And y'all didn't have ta shove me down."
"So you're tough, huh?" another of the women asked.
"N-no," Jessibelle said. "I was just sayin' that y'all were being rude. I apologized for callin' ya an idiot. Can't you apologize for shovin' me down."
"I think she thinks she's tough," another of the armored women said. "She's even got a whip."
A city guard came over. "Hey, don't start trouble, ladies. This is a peaceful town."
The women stared Jessibelle down. "Just don't let it happen again."
She watched as the women turned away from her. Shallista had gotten there at some point and the women caught sight of her. She then watched as they stared Shallista down.
One of the women rolled her eyes. "Ugh! Seriously?"
Shallista gave them the once over and said, "Don't be jealous."
"You give female warriors a bad name," the leader said. "Put on some decent armor, whore."
Shallista simply walked past them and walked over to her as the armored women stare at her in disgust. She knelt down and extended a hand to Jessibelle. "Are you alright?"
"Y-yes, I believe so," Jessibelle answered, grabbing her hand. She felt Shallista's strength as she helped her up. She was so beautiful, yet so powerful. Jessibelle had no choice but to look away.
"Have I done something wrong?" Shallista asked.
"N-no."
Shallista looked back over her shoulder at the armored women. "Who really gives female warriors a bad name? A woman in skimpy armor who helps people in need or a bunch of armored twits acting like bullies?"
"You filthy trollop..." one of the women said, putting a hand on the sword sheathed on her hip and starting for her.
The leader held her back. "She's not worth our time. Look at her armor. We would kill the poor woman in seconds." The group turned and walked away, the leader lingering behind to stare her down for a moment.
"Are you sure it was a good idea to antagonize those women?" Jessibelle asked.
"I couldn't just sit back and watch them be idiots," Shallista said. "That's not the way of a Sexy Warrior." She then looked at Jessibelle with a bright smile. "You're welcome to come join the guild any time. All you have to do is show up." With that, she took her leave.
Jessibelle watched her walk away. She was beautiful, kind, confident, and had good morals. "Shallista…" What a woman.
Friday, June 5, 2020
Sexy Warriors, Episode 9
"Keep going, maggots!" Audrixia bellowed.
"Yes, milady," the other five women said, doing push ups.
Shallista, Wendy, Penelope, Cordelia, and Vilka were all out doing a job, which meant she was in charge. Akiko was out doing something, so she was free from the torture. Seffany, Yelena, Lupe, Neeka, and Hilde were the only ones left, undoubtedly feeling the burn.
"Push ups are essential to being a warrior," Audrixia said.
"But Neeka and I are wizards," Hilde said. "We don't use weapons or fight in melee combat."
"Silence, maggot," Audrixia said. "If you can talk, you can do push ups. Don't use too much energy, though, because squats are next. Then, we're going on a jog through town. Maybe afterwards we can take a fifteen minute break, then more push ups."
Everyone groaned and collapsed. "I give up," Jelena said.
"I can't feel my arms any more," Lupe whined.
"What a bunch of maggots," Audrixia said. "Less complaining, more push ups."
Then, Akiko walked into the training grounds. "We have a potential client, milady. Should I send him away?"
"No!" everyone else said.
They seemed quite enthusiastic about it. "Okay. Let's go hear him out."
"Finally, something other than working out," someone whispered.
"I heard that...Lupe. You're doing double the squats when this is settled."
"Heck!" Lupe whispered.
Audrixia led everyone inside and, upon entering the guild hall, saw a sleazy-looking man sitting there. She didn't like the way this looked, but according to Shallista, she should at least hear out anyone who came in as a client. "Welcome to the Sexy Warriors guild. Rumor has it you have a job for us."
He looked them all over. "So, it's true. An entire building full of gorgeous women in sexy armor."
"Is that all you need?" Audrixia said. "A couple women to drool over?"
"Sort of," he answered. "You see, I'm a traveling artist. I try to look for the most beautiful sights everywhere I go and paint them. After asking around, I heard about this place."
"So you just want to paint a few half-naked women?" Audrixia said. "As long as you're paying, I guess it's fine. How many of us do you need?"
"Five should be good."
Audrixia looked at the women under her charge. "Any volunteers?"
"Me!" Hilde, Neeka, Lupe, Jelena, and Seffany all said.
"I'll be out gathering intel," Akiko said.
So it was settled. "Okay, they're all yours. You all can work out the details from here. Oh, and Lupe? You're not getting out of those squats. We'll pick continue this when you return."
"Drat!" Lupe complained.
Before she knew it, Audrixia was alone in the guild hall. She shrugged. "Time for a workout."
*
It was dusk when Audrixia returned to the guild. "Nothing beats a run around town." She couldn't wait get inside and enjoy an ice cold mug of water to refuel. She could already taste it.
She pushed open the door and saw a young woman looking around the guild hall. The woman was petite with long, brown hair flowing from under a sun hat. She was clad in a white sun dress, white stockings, white shoulder-length gloves, half-heeled ankle boot, and carrying a parasol. There a thin belt around her waist with a wound up whip hanging from it. She seemed to be looking for someone. "Welcome to the Sexy Warriors guild. How can I help you?"
The woman turned to look at her. "Well, my, my. I was startin' ta think nobody was gonna show up." She took off her hat and bow. "My name is Jessibelle. I'm lookin' for the leader of this guild."
"She's out right now, so I'm the leader until she gets back," Audrixia said. "So, what kind of business do you have for us?"
"I just want to observe y'all for a while. See how things are run."
"I...guess that's okay, but for what purpose?"
"I'm a writer and adventurer," Jessibelle said. "I'm lookin' for people ta use as inspiration for characters for a novel I have in the works. It'd also be nice to find out how y'all girls fight in that skimpy little armor."
What would Shallista do here? "You know, the best way to learn is to experience it. Perhaps you'd like to become a temporary member and go on an adventure with me. You'd have to wear the armor, but you'd have actual experience. Write what you know, right?"
Jessibelle brought a hand up to her and flashed a smile. "My, my, what are you suggesting? A proper lady like me could never wear such an embarrassing outfit. Heavens, your rear ends aren't even covered. A true lady would certainly never walk around like that."
"You ain't never lied," Audrixia said. "But this is the outfit. Shallista won't have it any other way. She'd probably let you keep wearing the sun hat and boots, though. A unique twist, you know."
"Heavens, that'd be even more embarrassing," Jessibelle said, her looking down and blushing."
Had Audrixia hit on something? "You want to do it, don't you? I think we have something in your size."
"N-no. I'm a proper lady."
"We can go as soon as you change."
"No!" Jessibelle screeched, running out the door as fast as she could.
*
It was late when Audrixia watched Shallista enter the guild hall. "Welcome back, milady."
Shallista plopped down in a chair. "You're all alone?"
Audrixia nodded. "Akiko is gathering intel and the others are out on a job. They haven't returned yet. You're alone, too."
"The others went out on dates right after we finished work," Shallista said. It was silent for a moment. Then, Shallista sniffed the air. "So, did anything interesting happen?"
"Probably," Audrixia said. "We'll see tomorrow. I might take an adventuring job soon, just to get away from the base. After all, what the use in doing all this training if I never use it?"
"Maybe I'll let you borrow some of the girls. Just let me know when you plan on going." After another brief silence, Shallista asked, "So, do you want to spar?"
"You're on."
"Yes, milady," the other five women said, doing push ups.
Shallista, Wendy, Penelope, Cordelia, and Vilka were all out doing a job, which meant she was in charge. Akiko was out doing something, so she was free from the torture. Seffany, Yelena, Lupe, Neeka, and Hilde were the only ones left, undoubtedly feeling the burn.
"Push ups are essential to being a warrior," Audrixia said.
"But Neeka and I are wizards," Hilde said. "We don't use weapons or fight in melee combat."
"Silence, maggot," Audrixia said. "If you can talk, you can do push ups. Don't use too much energy, though, because squats are next. Then, we're going on a jog through town. Maybe afterwards we can take a fifteen minute break, then more push ups."
Everyone groaned and collapsed. "I give up," Jelena said.
"I can't feel my arms any more," Lupe whined.
"What a bunch of maggots," Audrixia said. "Less complaining, more push ups."
Then, Akiko walked into the training grounds. "We have a potential client, milady. Should I send him away?"
"No!" everyone else said.
They seemed quite enthusiastic about it. "Okay. Let's go hear him out."
"Finally, something other than working out," someone whispered.
"I heard that...Lupe. You're doing double the squats when this is settled."
"Heck!" Lupe whispered.
Audrixia led everyone inside and, upon entering the guild hall, saw a sleazy-looking man sitting there. She didn't like the way this looked, but according to Shallista, she should at least hear out anyone who came in as a client. "Welcome to the Sexy Warriors guild. Rumor has it you have a job for us."
He looked them all over. "So, it's true. An entire building full of gorgeous women in sexy armor."
"Is that all you need?" Audrixia said. "A couple women to drool over?"
"Sort of," he answered. "You see, I'm a traveling artist. I try to look for the most beautiful sights everywhere I go and paint them. After asking around, I heard about this place."
"So you just want to paint a few half-naked women?" Audrixia said. "As long as you're paying, I guess it's fine. How many of us do you need?"
"Five should be good."
Audrixia looked at the women under her charge. "Any volunteers?"
"Me!" Hilde, Neeka, Lupe, Jelena, and Seffany all said.
"I'll be out gathering intel," Akiko said.
So it was settled. "Okay, they're all yours. You all can work out the details from here. Oh, and Lupe? You're not getting out of those squats. We'll pick continue this when you return."
"Drat!" Lupe complained.
Before she knew it, Audrixia was alone in the guild hall. She shrugged. "Time for a workout."
*
It was dusk when Audrixia returned to the guild. "Nothing beats a run around town." She couldn't wait get inside and enjoy an ice cold mug of water to refuel. She could already taste it.
She pushed open the door and saw a young woman looking around the guild hall. The woman was petite with long, brown hair flowing from under a sun hat. She was clad in a white sun dress, white stockings, white shoulder-length gloves, half-heeled ankle boot, and carrying a parasol. There a thin belt around her waist with a wound up whip hanging from it. She seemed to be looking for someone. "Welcome to the Sexy Warriors guild. How can I help you?"
The woman turned to look at her. "Well, my, my. I was startin' ta think nobody was gonna show up." She took off her hat and bow. "My name is Jessibelle. I'm lookin' for the leader of this guild."
"She's out right now, so I'm the leader until she gets back," Audrixia said. "So, what kind of business do you have for us?"
"I just want to observe y'all for a while. See how things are run."
"I...guess that's okay, but for what purpose?"
"I'm a writer and adventurer," Jessibelle said. "I'm lookin' for people ta use as inspiration for characters for a novel I have in the works. It'd also be nice to find out how y'all girls fight in that skimpy little armor."
What would Shallista do here? "You know, the best way to learn is to experience it. Perhaps you'd like to become a temporary member and go on an adventure with me. You'd have to wear the armor, but you'd have actual experience. Write what you know, right?"
Jessibelle brought a hand up to her and flashed a smile. "My, my, what are you suggesting? A proper lady like me could never wear such an embarrassing outfit. Heavens, your rear ends aren't even covered. A true lady would certainly never walk around like that."
"You ain't never lied," Audrixia said. "But this is the outfit. Shallista won't have it any other way. She'd probably let you keep wearing the sun hat and boots, though. A unique twist, you know."
"Heavens, that'd be even more embarrassing," Jessibelle said, her looking down and blushing."
Had Audrixia hit on something? "You want to do it, don't you? I think we have something in your size."
"N-no. I'm a proper lady."
"We can go as soon as you change."
"No!" Jessibelle screeched, running out the door as fast as she could.
*
It was late when Audrixia watched Shallista enter the guild hall. "Welcome back, milady."
Shallista plopped down in a chair. "You're all alone?"
Audrixia nodded. "Akiko is gathering intel and the others are out on a job. They haven't returned yet. You're alone, too."
"The others went out on dates right after we finished work," Shallista said. It was silent for a moment. Then, Shallista sniffed the air. "So, did anything interesting happen?"
"Probably," Audrixia said. "We'll see tomorrow. I might take an adventuring job soon, just to get away from the base. After all, what the use in doing all this training if I never use it?"
"Maybe I'll let you borrow some of the girls. Just let me know when you plan on going." After another brief silence, Shallista asked, "So, do you want to spar?"
"You're on."
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