Johto Leaders – The Dark Side
#1 – Whitney
Every night, at exactly, ten o'clock, I close the Goldenrod Gym. I shake off all of the humiliating losses for that day, and I go upstairs to get ready for my… second job.
First thing I do is take a quick warm shower; it helps me calm down and relax. It also washes out my temporary pink hair dye… by the time I'm finished, my locks are back to their sexy, platinum blonde state.
Then… I have to get changed. I go to my room, drying my body with the cool breeze of the AC. I reach into the back of my closet and pull out my all-time favorite outfit. The black leather shirt just barely wraps around my breasts, and the skirt is low enough to see the bottom of my little lacy thong. It's a bit chilly on cold nights, but other than that it's not so bad. The high boots offer consolation too.
Makeup is the job that takes the longest… well, at least at home. Black lipstick and midnight blue eyeshadow, along with glitter and black streaks on the tips of my hair. The perfect look.
I head out onto the streets of Goldenrod, where a group of other girls stands. They're sort of my friends, but I know they've always been jealous of me. I mean, who wouldn't be? I have everything I could want: a great body, guys left and right; I get paid for doing what I love…
Oh yeah, I have the Pokemon gym…
Oh well, that's not important now. I see some cars…
A black convertible slows down, and the driver pulls up the roof. He has dark black hair and a leather jacket. Very fancy. There's a blonde guy in the back seat, too. Ooh, two for one, maybe I'll get paid double…
"Hey," says the driver. "What are you doing out on a night like this?"
"Isn't it obvious?" I laugh.
The guys laugh too. "Hop in, precious," says the dark-haired guy. "We're roommates, but we gotta share a bed."
"And it would be a lot more comfortable with a chick there," says the blonde. His hair reminds me of Morty's. The dark-haired guy reminds me of somebody else… I just can't remember whom.
I jump over the car door, sliding into the passenger seat. "What's your name?" asks the driver.
"Whitney!" I say proudly.
"Whitney, eh?" You the gym leader?" asks the guy in the back.
"Me? Naw, that would be crazy," I respond. "Where we going?"
"I've got a small place in Ecruteak," says the driver. "It's not far."
"Okay," I say, sitting back to enjoy the ride and eagerly awaiting my second 'ride' that would soon come.
I lay on the soft pillow, breathing heavily. The blonde is asleep on the floor, worn out from our little "three-way conversation". The dark- haired guy, whose name I found out is Jack, lies next to me, slowly running his hand up my legs. He still wants to satisfy me, even after all that.
"Here," he says suddenly, handing me something with his other arm. It's a roll of bills, about $500. "You're very cooperative, Whitney."
"Thank you," I say, blushing as his hand moves the rest of the way up my leg.
Now, by this time you're probably asking why I do this. Other that the fact that I enjoy it, you mean. Well, I hate to admit it, but my gym is weak. I keep losing, except to that one little twerp named Ash. Wait, he beat me too. And I don't get paid for losses. So… how else to do you expect me to make a buck?
Now please, go away. I'm busy…
#1 – Whitney
Every night, at exactly, ten o'clock, I close the Goldenrod Gym. I shake off all of the humiliating losses for that day, and I go upstairs to get ready for my… second job.
First thing I do is take a quick warm shower; it helps me calm down and relax. It also washes out my temporary pink hair dye… by the time I'm finished, my locks are back to their sexy, platinum blonde state.
Then… I have to get changed. I go to my room, drying my body with the cool breeze of the AC. I reach into the back of my closet and pull out my all-time favorite outfit. The black leather shirt just barely wraps around my breasts, and the skirt is low enough to see the bottom of my little lacy thong. It's a bit chilly on cold nights, but other than that it's not so bad. The high boots offer consolation too.
Makeup is the job that takes the longest… well, at least at home. Black lipstick and midnight blue eyeshadow, along with glitter and black streaks on the tips of my hair. The perfect look.
I head out onto the streets of Goldenrod, where a group of other girls stands. They're sort of my friends, but I know they've always been jealous of me. I mean, who wouldn't be? I have everything I could want: a great body, guys left and right; I get paid for doing what I love…
Oh yeah, I have the Pokemon gym…
Oh well, that's not important now. I see some cars…
A black convertible slows down, and the driver pulls up the roof. He has dark black hair and a leather jacket. Very fancy. There's a blonde guy in the back seat, too. Ooh, two for one, maybe I'll get paid double…
"Hey," says the driver. "What are you doing out on a night like this?"
"Isn't it obvious?" I laugh.
The guys laugh too. "Hop in, precious," says the dark-haired guy. "We're roommates, but we gotta share a bed."
"And it would be a lot more comfortable with a chick there," says the blonde. His hair reminds me of Morty's. The dark-haired guy reminds me of somebody else… I just can't remember whom.
I jump over the car door, sliding into the passenger seat. "What's your name?" asks the driver.
"Whitney!" I say proudly.
"Whitney, eh?" You the gym leader?" asks the guy in the back.
"Me? Naw, that would be crazy," I respond. "Where we going?"
"I've got a small place in Ecruteak," says the driver. "It's not far."
"Okay," I say, sitting back to enjoy the ride and eagerly awaiting my second 'ride' that would soon come.
I lay on the soft pillow, breathing heavily. The blonde is asleep on the floor, worn out from our little "three-way conversation". The dark- haired guy, whose name I found out is Jack, lies next to me, slowly running his hand up my legs. He still wants to satisfy me, even after all that.
"Here," he says suddenly, handing me something with his other arm. It's a roll of bills, about $500. "You're very cooperative, Whitney."
"Thank you," I say, blushing as his hand moves the rest of the way up my leg.
Now, by this time you're probably asking why I do this. Other that the fact that I enjoy it, you mean. Well, I hate to admit it, but my gym is weak. I keep losing, except to that one little twerp named Ash. Wait, he beat me too. And I don't get paid for losses. So… how else to do you expect me to make a buck?
Now please, go away. I'm busy…