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Jeannie was wrecked. It had been hard, it had been hot, and she was soon in the Large Communal Shower Room. Being small and strong, heads always turned her way; she knew it and milked it. Dammit, she’d worked at this for some years and deserved the attention! Many women would not use this place. Being gender non-specific in line with Government policy, they didn’t feel safe, so they used the few individual, skanky cubicles remaining, or didn’t bother at all. Jeannie felt safe; she knew the blokes; they were friendly, and she liked to see them, too, along with the other females in that wet room. It sometimes got very busy in there. Tonight, she wasn’t so lucky. It was late, she’d been kept talking, she was last in. Had the place almost to herself, she thought. Only one other dude finishing off towelling who paid her little attention. She stretched, water gushing, enjoying the moment; the impressive result of her labours, and her latest tattoos gave her great

The driver, Owain, averted his eyes as any gentleman would, as Les slipped off her dress, handing it to Chalkie before stepping into the overall. It had a button front; being predictably too big there was plenty of room in there for ventilation purposes. She’d need to roll up the legs, and arms. She wasn’t wearing heels. The fire was good, but ready for a little female tender loving care, to keep the big engine purring nicely and the driver happy. She’d worked with him before without issue, but not on a train such as this. They were to pull in a registered fireman at the next stop, so Les could return home; she had work on next day. More cameras had suddenly appeared and were furiously clicking, rolling, as the huge train inched northwards, rapidly gathering momentum. Owain could not permit himself the luxury of a slip when he guessed he’d be on the box that night. Chalkie had the biggest grin on his face that anybody had ever seen as he waved, dress over his arm. First stop

The Great Academy Gym “C’mon Gine . . .” It could be argued that Gina always took her time getting ready, even for a swift workout, with her bestie Irina. She had to look good wherever she went; it wouldn’t do to be found wanting, particularly now she’d been invested with authority! You had to stand out that little bit more, everyone knew that. Her bright blonde hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, fastened with a huge black ribbon in possession of generous tails that extended halfway down her back. And black was her look for today. If anybody was wasting their time, they’d get flak. She took her authority seriously and had no qualms about imposing it. “Nearly there, Ira! D’ya think I’ll do?” she smiled. Her seamless low cut Yoga pants looked like a second skin on her, which, coupled with a loose tattered vest and her porcelain complexion, created a striking image. A dour expression on her face would convey the necessary menace, supposing it was needed. “Where you been

They’d both noticed the hostility of the other dancers to Ariel the first day they arrived in Adelaide. Her of the wild ginger locks and porcelain white skin (the others were tanned) stood out a mile. A choreographer’s dream, they’d taken on the job with this troupe mainly because of her. She’d have the lead; could never be a support. And she’d delivered. Everytime. Brought the house down, everytime. She was up for anything. Not many leads were as flexible in their movements, or indeed, their attitude, as she was. So the two thought maybe they could milk this situation. It’d make for a stunning reality show, involving real and raw emotions. Poor Ariel! But she was up for it. Wasn’t she? And it’d be a sop to the other dancers. Not that that would matter, since it was all folding up after tonight anyway. It was the last night at the Pigalle Theatre, situated down an innocuous side street. Discreetly away from the City centre, live and varied productions of a rather

Kitted out in nothing but grey yoga pants and a short black jerkin, maybe - just maybe - she’d like to go out with a bang tonight, so to speak. Soon sat in the dimly lit corner with a good view of the stage, there were some seriously good-looking dudes in here tonight, Ariel was an ex-dancer whose work had dried up during the course of the present government. She well remembered how different things had been, only a year or two back. As a dancer, her apparel had been risque. Very, at times, which she accepted it as part of the job she loved, which had many and varied outlets in and around Adelaide. Erotic dancing, with her mixed team was her favourite, and even now, if the occasion, or the music demanded it . . She lowered the zip on her little jacket almost down to her waist before pulling Maisie up by the hand. “Can’t sit here moping all night, girl!” Ariel could see she needed cheering up. Maisie stabilised her drink, as the table wobbled. It wobbled because she was

Femrak Atoll A year since the invasion had occurred, and the former High Chief Edrith was still working the fields and occasionally other heavier jobs, which he was rather good at. He was now in fine shape. A man amongst men, naked, currently amongst the women! And they loved having him around. His status was immeasurably enhanced by the Queen of all people. He’d fathered five little ones since arriving, and with another goodness-knows-how-many on the way, all he had to do was approach a woman, and she immediately straightened her back, pulling in her stomach, thrusting out her breasts, managing her hair to best effect. She just had to look her best before him, of all people. And the Queen was no exception! She too, wanted to look her best since he was paying her a visit later that night. She pondered on these things, wondering why she was so attracted to the man who should be her mortal enemy. Perhaps she saw the force behind the former High Chief. It had not disappeared as

Ch 10; They Fight Each Other! Hilltop Arena Jen had been contacted again for input concerning their latest activity. She wasn’t surprised they’d been asked to fight each other, nor over the Prelim. Disciplinary Gina was to receive. She grimaced at the news and the thought of it, for she had seen several at the Lower Academy, and not always carried out on errant males. Females who underwent this fared far worse. It was considered demeaning for a female. And they were often perpetrated; attendance at such events was compulsory. She thought better of explaining what it was, being of a highly unpleasant nature. Since it lasted no more than a couple of minutes why worry the girl for months before? Common knowledge was the fact that candidates for High Office often received the rigours and testing usually reserved for males. Too, as the time and accumulated Promotional Credits increased, so would the severity. There may be several girls in that pipeline. One by one they’d drop