"Hello, and welcome to Smackdown Sity, the wrestling league with the biggest commitment to great fights and the smallest commitment to basic spelling," the secretary grumbled, as Penny looked around the foyer.
She'd come in to introduce herself, and ask where to go to wait for the tryouts, but it seemed they were more of an event than she'd assumed they'd be; the reception area was packed with a number of women, most of whom were wearing a variety of extravagant costumes that made her question decision to pick ill-fitting gym gear for the affair.
"I'll need to take your name and then give you your number," the secretary said, her voice a bored drawl. For the first time, she took a good look at the woman. She was short, her feet only just touching the ground, even with the black high heeled boots she had on, which fit with her similarly black leather trousers, jacket, and t-shirt to build a look that made the first word to pop into your head "goth". A single eye fixed Penny, the other hidden beneath her inky dark hair. She tried to figure out if the woman looked bored or angry, and decided on both.
"Hey! Tits! Your name?" the receptionist snapped her fingers, and Penny jumped, before flushing red with anger. Tits?! It's not like she had room to talk! If the first word you thought of when looking at her was "goth" then the second word was "stacked". Her t-shirt strained to hold her generous bust, and her ass was practically spilling over the side of her chair! But then again, she wasn't wearing a sports bra that would treat someone sitting below chest level to a generous eyeful of underboob...
"Um... m-my name isn't... it's actually not... it's no-"
"Knockers? Yeah, sounds right, with an outfit like that your wrestling persona would have to be built around those udders," the woman replied, and, before Penny could react, the secretary reached up, and patted the side of her chest! She then scribbled "knockers (tit girl)" on her list, while wearing an evil smirk on her pretty face.
"You're number 34, just take a seat and we'll tell you when to bring the twins out to play," she winked, although Penny supposed she could have just been blinking under that fringe. But wait, she couldn't let her put her name down as-
"NEXT!" the woman yelled, her brief (and sadistic) interest in Penny seemingly gone. She could do nothing but wander over to an empty seat, looking dazed and helpless. Over the next few minutes, she sat there, bright red and trying not to think about what was coming.
"NUMBER 32! ROOM 6!"
She started as the girl next to her, wearing a professional black suit and sunglasses, brunette hair tied back in a smart ponytail, got to her feet, and marched to the open doors. Wait a second... Penny's mind started racing. If they answer quick enough, she doesn't shout out their name! All she had to do was be quick off the mark. Stand straight up, wave at the secretary, and walk in. Easy as that.
"NUMBER 33! ROOM 1!"
Penny steeled herself. It'd be soon. They seemed to have a few tryouts happening concurrently, so her turn could happen any second now.
"HEY, NUMBER 33! DEMONESS! GET THE FUCK UP!"
Demoness? Who could that-
Penny's train of thought slammed to a stop, fell over sideways, and burst into flames. Holy fuck. Ok, that was Demoness.
Penny tried not to drool while the woman, skinny with an athletic build, skin tinted red with body paint and barely covering herself with what seemed to be rubber fetish gear, apologised profusely for zoning out before making her exit. She watched her rear swaying as she went. Demoness may have been skinny, but her ass had still eaten that thong, you could barely see it...
