SPA 2, Art by Gastonsson

Story by Julie (Satyress)

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At the exclusive Sappho Spa and Gym of Copenhagen, blonde athlete Erica Anderson reigned supreme, defeating all comers, up until four days ago.

In the locker room, after hours of exercise, who walks into the room but the short haired Fleur Ramond.

Fleur sweetly asked: “How do you feel, Erica? Will you challenge me in the next few days?”

The words were sweetly said, but Fleur’s sarcasm was just discernable on her face. Fleur had not only beaten Erica, but had done so in such a way as to make the prior champ doubt she could ever beat her.

A well of barely repressed emotion erupted in Erica’s heart. There was the shame of the loss, the physical pain, the elation of battle and sex , the taunts, the complete physical commitment.

So many emotions go through her, she must turn her head, supposedly to grasp a towel.

Both know that the prior match was so impacting, that Fleur may have broken Erica’s will to fight. What neither knows at that moment in time is whether that has actually happened.

A month from now, Erica will have trained more and overcome her doubts. In a second, even more intense struggle, the blonde will inflict an even more soul crushing defeat on the French brunette.