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gaggirl · 07-04-2010, 10:30 PM

The dressing room of the harlots is awash with shrieks of laughter, jokes, cheers, jeers, discarded clothing, sweaty stinking pads and helmets, skates and spare wheels, tools, bags, hairdryers, straighteners and makeup all the other necessities and trappings of a rollergirl.

Bitchin Mona had minutes ago peeled off her sweaty clingy threads, bathing under the surprisingly hot water. Minute by minute the cacophony subsided in the room. She changed into a clean and dry version of the the team outfit. This time, shiny glittery hose, red hot pants with a silver star on one side of its ass, tight red t shirt with Hell Bound Harlots emblazoned across the front, red go go boots. She left her player number written on big thick nikko on her upper arms but replaced her costume makeup with something a little demure- but only slightly. Media and fans would still be present, and though the Bout was over (and won yippee!) a roller derby queen still must maintain a certain sheen in order to promote their individual derby personas.

When she got out of the stall, her teammates had mostly left, there was just her own stuff and all of Trashy Tash's gear left on the benches. She went to work on her hair in front of the mirror, brushing and winding it back into two long glisteningly smooth plaits that reached just below her nipples, which were always just a little hard.

Satisfied with her hair and ready to party, she picked up all her things- the makeup tote and the huge skate bag that held all her skate stuff and tools together that knocked against her leg when she walked, but as strong and formidable was her sore tired bruised body, she still struggled to carry all the bags out of the understage towards the carpark.

She hobbled up the corridor as the lights began to go out.

07-04-2010, 10:30 PM	#5
gaggirl * yawn * Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Australia Posts: 3,058 Reputation: 40178	The dressing room of the harlots is awash with shrieks of laughter, jokes, cheers, jeers, discarded clothing, sweaty stinking pads and helmets, skates and spare wheels, tools, bags, hairdryers, straighteners and makeup all the other necessities and trappings of a rollergirl. Bitchin Mona had minutes ago peeled off her sweaty clingy threads, bathing under the surprisingly hot water. Minute by minute the cacophony subsided in the room. She changed into a clean and dry version of the the team outfit. This time, shiny glittery hose, red hot pants with a silver star on one side of its ass, tight red t shirt with Hell Bound Harlots emblazoned across the front, red go go boots. She left her player number written on big thick nikko on her upper arms but replaced her costume makeup with something a little demure- but only slightly. Media and fans would still be present, and though the Bout was over (and won yippee!) a roller derby queen still must maintain a certain sheen in order to promote their individual derby personas. When she got out of the stall, her teammates had mostly left, there was just her own stuff and all of Trashy Tash's gear left on the benches. She went to work on her hair in front of the mirror, brushing and winding it back into two long glisteningly smooth plaits that reached just below her nipples, which were always just a little hard. Satisfied with her hair and ready to party, she picked up all her things- the makeup tote and the huge skate bag that held all her skate stuff and tools together that knocked against her leg when she walked, but as strong and formidable was her sore tired bruised body, she still struggled to carry all the bags out of the understage towards the carpark. She hobbled up the corridor as the lights began to go out. Last edited by gaggirl; 07-04-2010 at 10:46 PM.