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Bat22 — IT 006 5th Invite
Published: 2021-12-30 21:44:06 +0000 UTC; Views: 4220; Favourites: 18; Downloads: 4
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Ciara had the opportunity to pop two birds with one stone, and one-half of that proposition was a bit more fun and personally enriching than the other.The errand half could wait, she decided, until after Ciara Reilly took care of little Ciara Reilly. The same Ciara Reilly who, once upon a time, would skim through the muscle and fitness magazines, looking on with wonder at the ultra-fit ladies posing mid-workout. Participating in a Pantheon-partnered photo shoot for one such glossy magazine in the present-day, this had to qualify as a check off of her bucket list.
Even in a business where beautiful women abounded, the colorful-haired lass was exceptionally stunning clad in a shimmering emerald two piece that set off her tawny skin and flaming locks like a fireworks display. Flashbulbs popped and the room lit up as the bombshell stood fully erect, biceps flexed. Unlike mere mortals who habitually adopted the “cheater pose” with one knee bent and the matching calf flexed to create a slimming effect of the hips, Reilly faced the camera head on, belly outstretched, accentuating the exquisite flare of her flanks and her powerful legs.
“Give us a minute,” said the chief photog, smiling ear to ear like a fox who’d just found the henhouse door wide open. Ciara Reilly was a goldmine and the woman knew it, enriched by some water-misted skin and dampened hair. “Wow, Ciara, you’re just electric. Lemme see what we have. We may be done. This is cover-of-the-year stuff, lady!”
The wrestling, refereeing, modeling demigoddess blushed.
“You’re too kind,” she said sweetly, careful not to let it get to her head... much.
“No,” said a smooth, deep voice from behind her. “She isn’t. Marla doesn’t throw that kind of praise around lightly.”
Ciara turned, smiling, a pop of excitement in her step. The tall, dusky beauty clad in the black slacks and matching blazer had been impossible to miss as she floated around the outskirts of the shoot.
Sadira.
Writer. Editor. And the second bird Ciara was aiming for.
“Great stuff, there,” Sadira said. “It’s great to work with specimens like you. Pretty women are a dime a dozen in this business. But fighters who have your look? Always extraordinary.”
“Thanks,” smiled Ciara. Sadira nodded.
“I dabble a bit, as a fighter,” the exotic stunner confessed. Ciara knew this. It was the main reason she was here.
“I know,” the Pantheon employee disclosed as she darted to a nearby bench, reached into her folded towel, and produced a golden ticket.
“I believe this is yours,” Reilly smiled, handing over the invite. “All you gotta do now is RSVP online.”
Sadira had a strict look about her throughout the shoot, but she actually betrayed some delight as she looked over the card in her hand.
“Hmm,” she started simply. “Now I kind of have the itch. Got the time for a round or two?”
“Oh!” blurted Ciara. “No. Yes. I mean, yes, I have time, but I don’t have any gear. Referees don’t really need to travel with their stu--.”
Sadira frowned.
“Oh,” she replied, her disappointment evident. “I’d heard you were a wrestler.”
That stung.
“I am!” Ciara countered. “I've, I've got some moves! You go ahead and, uh, get changed. You’ll see... I can get down!”
