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Trials of a Gym Leader	By : cerberus_ficwriter Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 14320 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Pretorae Part II:
Thick fog hung between the buildings of Celadon City, creating an oppressively eerie atmosphere. Misty strode down the sidewalk towards the Game Corner, upon Erika's recommendation, intending to spend the whole day there if need be to find a lead on the Pretorae. She reached up to brush away some loose strands of hair beneath the hood of her burgandy sweater and stuffed her hands in the front pockets. The air was cooling down with autumn approaching but it wasn’t chilly quite yet. Still, Misty felt a nip in the early morning air. She tried not to think about her visit to the funeral home to see her sister, but now that she'd seen her body Daisy would be transported back to Cerulean where she belonged. The authorities had also gleaned all they could from her body, which was badly beaten (and determined to be the cheif cause of death).
The streets were mostly deserted at that time. Misty knew she shouldn’t be wandering the city alone, especially on empty sidewalks after what happened—another reason to obscure her identity with a hood—but she wasn't going to cower in fear either. The Game Corner would be full of both shady individuals and day-to-day gamblers; it was going to be tough to pick out the rotten apples. It was speculated too that the Game Corner was a headquarters for Team Rocket’s seedy organization, but it had never been proven. If that were so than she hoped she wasn’t recognized, rumors of a gym leader having a naked wrestling match with a Rocket member tended to circulate.
Misty arrived at the Game Corner twenty minutes or so after it opened. She immediately picked out a slot machine with the most advantageous view of the establishment and sat down to wait, seemingly intent on the colorful machine. The next couple hours, she knew, would be spent on low-risk-low-reward gambling, and so she took out a baggie of coins and settled in with a coffee.
True to her assumption, nearly half the day had passed sitting at the same slot machine. The casino got busier and busier as the day went on but nobody she saw piqued her suspicion.
Finally, nature insisted that she use the ladies room. Misty glanced at the three empty cardboard cups next to her dwindling baggie of coins and sighed. Briefly she wondered how Violet was doing. Her sister said she was going to go to the mall and make some low-key inquiries there. It wasn’t likely that Violet was happy about her little sister wandering off alone, but it was too late now.
Scooping up the coins and the cups, Misty went off in search of a garbage and a washroom. Her machine was taken, much to her chagrin, almost as soon as she vacated the seat.
"Can I help you miss?” asked a casino attendant, noticing the Cerulean gym leader perusing for a restroom.
"Hi,” she replied, “where can I find a washroom?”
The attendant pointed her in the right direction and Misty was soon answering the call of nature. She was nearly finished when she heard two other women enter, both in heels by the sound of it. Misty thought nothing of it—she was about to exit the stall—until one of the women asked her friend a question that froze her hand before she could turn the latch.
“Was that the Cerulean gym leader?” she asked in a hushed tone.
Misty slowly exhaled the breath she had been holding and backed up as silently as possible, well aware that her feet could be seen under the gap between the door and the floor.
“I think so,” said the other. “She must be here because of her sister's murder.”
They might have just recognized her as a gym leader, Misty thought. There was no evidence yet of their involvement…
“Do you think she’ll find out about Trinita?”
…until now.
Misty threw open the stall door and at the same time tossed Golduck’s pokeball to the ground. The bipedal duck Pokémon appeared in a flash of red light and, already understanding her role and the wishes of her trainer, leapt to bar the door. The women were both blonde, dressed seductively, and only slightly older than herself. They might have been attractive, she mused, if they hadn’t just eluded to her sister's murder.
The first blonde didn’t have time to react before she was slammed back against the wall, hitting her head hard on the tile and slumping down. The second woman drew a knife but it was shot out of her hand by an presurized Water Gun from Golduck. The blonde dropped the knife and swore right before Misty swung a punch that shattered her nose.
“It’s me all right,” Misty spat venomously. “Who the fuck is Trinita?”
"Fuck you!” squeaked the blonde with the broken nose.
Misty stooped down to pick up the knife and pointed it threatening at the woman. “I’m not playing.”
Blonde #1, who Misty decided was the one slumped against the wall, mumbled something in her dazed state. Misty crouched down to be able to hear. She was able to pick out something about a spa in south Celadon before she began retching.
"Don’t go to sleep anytime soon,” Misty said, sure that she had a concussion. She stood and quickly headed for the door. There was no time to hang around and bully more information out of them. Blonde #2 tried made a grab for her when she turned but drew back as Misty spun on her, the knife clenched at her side.
"I’m keeping this,” she gritted.
Several gazes turned away from her as she exited the washroom, clipping Golduck's pokeball back on her belt. Misty tried to ignore them as she made for the exit and hoped that nobody else would recognize her.
She made it out to the street and began walking in the direction that would bring her to where she needed to be. Misty wondered if the two women would send security after her. Not likely, she decided. Misty would happily tell the officers the truth and that in turn would begin an official investigation into the matter. The blondes wouldn't want to be responsible for that kind of attention.
It would be difficult to find an unknown spa in a city as large as Celadon with only a general direction to go on—and what would she do when she got there?—but it would have to do.
Drawing her hood up again, she headed south.
*****
Several days earlier in Fuchsia City…
It was almost certain that their vociferous lovemaking could be heard out in the hallway on their floor of the hotel, and in the rooms beside, above, and below her own. Hopefully by this time of morning though most of the hotel’s occupants would have either gone to work, checked out, or at least absconded for the day.
Hopefully.
Lily couldn’t help it. Faith was returning the favor from several days earlier, before they were caught by that lifeguard, and it felt incredible. Lily legs trembled, very close to orgasm, as Faith plunged her tongue as deeply as she could into Lily’s puckered asshole while the fingers of her right hand raced over her clit. With mind-numbing intensity Lily came all over Faith's chin, which dripped down between her supple tits.
"How was that?” the Safari Zone Ranger cooed, licking the cum from her chin.
Lily couldn’t respond right away, she merely slumped to the bed and let out a contented sigh. Faith spread the young gym leaders asscheeks and, with the utmost tenderness, she leaned in to give her slick hole a kiss.
“I fucking love your ass,” said Faith, who, also naked, was feeling her pussy dampening again.
A knock at the door drew their attention.
Lily rolled over quickly, nearly toppling off the bed as she did. “This is Special Constable Iain Gahlur of the Celadon City police force. Please open up.”
The man on the other side of the door didn’t sound angry or agitated at all, which was good, he seemed calm and authoritative.
Lily hopped to her feet and skipped over to the chair by the window to grab the throw blanket hanging on the piece of furniture. She covered herself and turned back to Faith, who to her surprise had not bothered to cover up and was opening the door!
The constable outside, a man of decent build and stature with short brown hair and a narrow nose, nearly rocked back on his heels as the nude, seductive blonde swung wide the door. The man named Iain sputtered and grasped for words that wouldn't come. All he seemed capable of doing was staring at Faith's bald and swollen pussy down below and her flawless tits up above. Lily stood in the background, red-faced and barely hidden behind the blanket she held up to her chest. The hourglass curves of her hips could be seen on either side of the shoddy covering.
“Ummm…Lily of the Cerulean City Gym?” he asked the pair, his mind clearly elsewhere.
Lily held up a hand, her face a mask of humiliation.
“May I…uhhh, may I come in?” he asked.
“Sure,” Lily replied awkwardly. Faith's expression suggested she was enjoying this immensely.
Iain stepped in and kindly turned his eyes to the floor while Lily skirted by with her clothes to get changed in the bathroom. Faith however made no move for her clothes, she went to the bed and began straightening the rumpled sheets. After a moment Lily came back out wearing season-appropriate clothing. She actually found it hot that Faith hadn’t dressed herself and was still milling about in the nude. Faith turned around so that her back was facing them, her thigh gap was so perfect, and she was angled just the right way that both of them could clearly see her pussy and tight little asshole in detail.
"What can I do for you constable?”
“I’m afraid I have bad news,” he began. “Your sister, Daisy, was found murdered last week in Celadon.”
Lily just stared at him for a moment, the atmosphere growing more unpleasant with each passing second. Faith, who was now sitting on the tidied bed, stood up quietly and moved to her discarded clothes, sensing the gravity of the coming discussion and not wanting to seem insensitive.
“What?” Lily managed, affecting a nervous smile.
“Your sisters believe that she was killed by a criminal organization,” Iain explained. “You weren’t going to be told until you got back to Cerulean, but now they suspect your safety may be in jeopardy. I’m here to bring you to the station so that I can organize an escort home for you.”
“Daisy is dead?” Lily asked again, her knees quivering. Faith, now dressed, placed her hands on Lily’s shoulders to comfort her.
“I’m sorry,” said Iain, looking doubly uncomfortable and obviously not wanting to have been the one to bear the news.
Faith moved in to support Lily with her arms when the pink haired gym leader started to sag. “Leave,” said Lily.
Iain nodded, “I’ll come back later, but I’m posting an officer outside your door.”
“Thank you,” said Faith, “we appreci-"
“I was speaking to you both.”
Faith tensed and gave Lily a hurt look, her mouth worked as if trying to say something but she relented and withdrew her arms. “Ok,” she whispered.
Lily was left alone in the room, listening to the muffled voices outside her door. She paid them no mind and instead ambled over to the chair.
She sat.
And she cried.
*****
Back in Celadon...
Misty found the spa before the sun began to set behind the tall buildings all around her. She pushed the door open and was immediately greeted by a serene, calming atmosphere. Several pebble fountains adorned the entryway, after which she entered another dimly lit room with soft music playing. The music mostly consisted of the flute with complimentary instruments in the background.
There was a desk too, behind which stood a comely woman dressed in a form-fitting black dress. “Welcome to Shōhei, what can I do for you?”
Misty didn’t respond right away, instead she studied the listed services on the A-frame beside the desk. She skimmed through an array of spa therapies before her gaze rested on one that interested her: Erogenous Chirapsia. It was of course the most expensive selection. Misty was intrigued though, especially because she knew it meant she would be getting a sexually stimulating massage.
“Can I get the Chirapsia?” the gym leader asked, producing her mini-purse.
“Of course you can!” exclaimed the brunette. She produced a small tablet and turned it towards Misty. On the screen were the symbols for male and female. “Please pick an attendant and I can get you set up. Can I get your name?”
"Abagail,” she lied. Misty selected male, just for fun, and skimmed through a short list of men who she had to admit were rather attractive. Preferring female company though, she exited the list of males and pulled up the women of Shōhei.
They were gorgeous.
Misty wasn’t able to decide. She scrolled past a cute green-eyed girl with purple hair done up in pigtails, a dark haired, dark skinned woman with slim features and a serene beauty that promised a good time, and a wild haired redhead with a tantalizing smirk painted on her face. Their names were listed above their picture.
“It's hard to choose,” the brunette smiled knowingly.
“It is,” replied Misty, lost in the ice-blue eyes of sexy blonde from Jhoto.
It wasn’t until she scrolled to the next woman that the breath caught in her throat.
It was Trinita. The woman had long jet-black hair and piercing emerald eyes, her expression reflected a calm and hidden strength one wouldn't expect of someone in her apparent profession.
Misty spun the tablet around, leaving Trinita's picture on the screen. “Oh, a good choice,” she said, “but Trinita is booked up for the rest of the day. Can I make an appointment for you?”
"No, it’s ok, I’ll just pick somebody else.” Misty scrolled through the images again until coming to the blonde from Jhoto.
“Esfir, she’s beautiful. Ok, here we are,” she handed Misty a key card with a number on it. “This is your room number. Head down the hall to the right and you’ll see your door a few rooms down to the left. Use the card to access the room and Esfir will be with you shortly.”
Misty took the card and offered her a kittenish smile, “Thanks.”
“Oh,” Misty turned back to look at the brunette, who was pointing to a partially hidden row of curtained change rooms, “Please strip down and leave your personal items in a change room. They will be safely returned to you. There is a towel you can wrap around yourself to get to your massage room, but if you're comfortable without it that's fine too."
Misty did as instructed and took a moment to inspect her naked body in the full-length mirror in the hall. Only the slightest stubble from not having shaven in a few days covered her pubic area, and with all the running around she had done she'd maintained her slim athletic physique. Perhaps, she mused, she was even fitter than the day she had wandered naked back from the cape to the Cerulean Gym. Before wrapping the towel about herself she used a complimentary baby wipe to make sure she was clean.
She found her room easily and stepped inside. The interior was dimly lit. Plants adorned every corner and the sound of running water, a recording judging by the lack of an actual fountain, could be heard beneath the soft music caressing her ears. There was a note on the back of the door that read: please remove your towel and lay face down on the bed. Misty did so, draping the towel over the lone chair and positioning herself on the bed. In moments the door opened and the icy-eyed woman she'd seen on the tablet screen stepped in. Instantly her eyes went to Misty's svelte form.
“Hello,” she said with a coy smile, “I’m Esfir.”
"Abagail,” Misty replied, lifting her head and resting on the back of her folded hands. She saw then that her beautiful attendant was also naked. Esfir was pale of complexion with C-cup breasts and a flawless thigh gap that left everything on display.
Esfir smiled, “Well Abagail,” she leaned in, gently lifting Misty’s chin and kissing her passionately. The woman spared no tongue. “I think we'll get along just fine.”
“Do you do that with all your clients?” Misty asked, still in blissful shock and a bit breathless.
"Only the ones I want to fuck, and I don’t do it often.”
Misty arched an eyebrow. “Oh don’t worry,” said Esfir, “we’ll get to that. First, you paid for a massage.”
“Hmmm, but won’t the oil taste bad later when you’re licking my pussy?” Misty asked, more than willing to play along.
Esfir chuckled coyly, loving that her client was responding so well to her approaches, “I use tasteless and odorless oil, totally organic and non-irritating.”
The Johtoan turned her back to Misty and began preparing the massage oil at a folding table—warming it over a candle flame. Esfir’s butt was within arms reach. Misty stretched out and squeezed the woman’s rump a few times, she stopped what she was doing and leaned forward, sticking her derrière out so that it was easily accessible. Misty traced up and down the crack of the Johtoan’s ass until she felt the back of her fingers brush Esfir's asshole. Slowly, meaning for it to be a tease, she used spit to slide her middle finger inside to the second knuckle. With her other hand she found the woman’s clit and began rubbing using Esfir’s own wetness as lube to finger her ass. In moments the stunningly sexy Johtoan came hard, gasping loudly and squirting down Misty’s arm.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, her legs weak and trembling. Misty enjoyed knowing that she was using the table for support. Before Esfir could move again she pulled her in and licked from her dripping snatch to her perfectly puckered hole, rimming the latter for a minute before releasing her attendant. “That’s not how this is supposed to work,” she giggled. “But I’m flexible.”
“We'll see about that later,” the gym leader cooed.
Misty could feel the dampness on the bed beneath her and came almost as soon as the Johtoan's practiced fingers brushed her sex. Esfir could tell she was enjoying the attention and so she focused for a few minutes on Misty’s clit. Next, and with practiced dexterity, she moved to Misty’s asshole and began circling it with her thumb. After a few passes she began superficially penetrating the hole with the digit until finally slipping in completely.
“Relax,” said Esfir, feeling her client’s asshole tighten around her thumb. Misty did as she was instructed and Esfir felt the walls around her thumb soften. Only after did she resume a slow and steady piston motion into the gym leaders ass. “Can I try something?” she asked suddenly.
“Uh-huh,” was all she got in reply.
“It’s a technique I’ve been working on for awhile.”
The Johtoan’s free hand moved to Misty’s groin as the other continued servicing her derrière. There she made broad cyclic motions over her clit in such a way as not to be overly stimulating. Misty lifted her hips up to meet Esfir's hands but was slapped on the bottom for not complying with her instruction to stay relaxed. Soon Misty was fighting not to writhe on the bed as her orgasm built but never came. Esfir brought her to the brink of orgasmic bliss but never put her over the edge. She wasn't going to let her come yet. It was torture, wonderful erogenous torture. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, Misty came. Her anal muscles clamped down so hard on Esfir’s thumb that she was afraid the digit would break. Misty’s world was consumed by pleasure she had never before experienced; her mind drifted in and out of consciousness.
“How was that?”
Misty groaned a little but that was all she could manage. Her muscles down there were still twitching and sending ripples of pleasure through her.
“I’m glad I could please,” she said coquettishly. Esfir grabbed the towel Misty had walked in with and wiped the lube from her hands. “I’ll be right back, ok?”
Propping herself up a little, Misty nodded. Still riding the afterglow of her incredible orgasm, she watched Esfir walk out into the hall, naked, with the only covering Misty had available to her. The door was left open a crack.
Before long a pair of women walked by, smiling and talking as friends might. Misty didn’t catch all of their conversation, but one question in particular did grab her attention: “Do you honestly like him, Trinita?”
Misty’s head snapped up. She couldn’t see them walk by from her limited range of sight from the room, but she could tell by their footsteps that they were heading deeper into the establishment. Misty swung her legs, which were still shaking slightly, off the table and padded lightly to the door. Her crotch and inner thighs were soaked with her own juices but, not having the time to worry about it, she slipped out of the room to tail the pair.
Unfortunately Esfir would have to wait, this was an oppertunity she couldn't ignore.
The massage parlour was much as she expected. Nothing changed as she padded down the halls, there was just more of what she'd already seen—though she did appreciate the serenity of the place.
The one woman was definitely Trinita, her long black hair and her side-profile when she glanced at her friend were dead giveaways. Misty discreetly followed the pair past a dozen rooms, some empty, some with clients being shown a good time. Along the way she passed some of the other women she'd seen on the tablet's screen, most were as naked as she, clearly it was not an impropriety here to be in the nude or to close the doors apparently, while others wore just panties. They looked at Misty like she was just another new girl in the establishment, which at the moment worked in her favor. It was nice to see all the women she'd been sifting through on display for her as she strode by. The Gym Leader was pleasently surprised to see that most of Shōhei's clients were women. Some of the masseuse's were eating out their female clients; others were only just massaging them. Of the male clients she saw, and there weren't many, all of them were in various states of accosting the spa employees with their dicks. And the same could be said of the male employees and their female clientele. If the men weren't jamming their poles down the throats of their masseuse's they were drilling them over the tables. One older man had two women in the room with him—one of which was the purple-haired girl with pigtails Misty saw on the tablet. Pigtails was on her knees getting ploughed in the ass and into the floor while the other woman, this one with sandy brown hair who looked like she was from Cinnabar, was kneeling overtop of pigtails, facing the man, and spreading her coworker's ass cheeks to an extent that looked uncomfortable. Little thought was being given to the well-being of the purple-haired girl as her asshole was—for lack of a better term—fucking abused. Misty kind of felt sorry for her—especially when the man groaned very loudly after she'd passed by, signalling his orgasm.
Trinita and her friend finally turned into a sauna room after rounding another bend. Misty waited a moment before pushing it open and peeking her head in, ready with a couple excuses about how she had the wrong room.
The last thing she saw before everything went black was the manicured nails and a fist careening towards her face.
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