Sunny Soule wasn't necessarily the hardest worker in the gym, but it did motivate her more than most other things. She liked to look sexy and feel sexy, and unfortunately for her, working out was just one of the few ways to look like that. But fortunately, she does look good doing it.
Today was Sunny's cardio though, and she was sweating. Her endurance was superb, she had that going for her. A speedy style forced that. But a little more cardio never hurt, especially in her more intimate match ups. She prided herself in outlasting most women, and she was swinging her jump rope as she kept skipping, her mind having wandered from counting a long time ago, instead checking out other girls in the gym, considering what she was going to have for dinner, trying to remember that thing she was going to do that she knew she was going to do today but has spent the whole day trying to remember it.
Needless to say, Sunny Soule was in the zone. It wasn't certain what kind zone that actually was, but at the very least, it would work for the breezy Hawaiian. Spoiler
LAW was famous for a great many things. Its lewdness, first and foremost, but also its violence, and the permissibility of said violence. It was a place where all sorts of wild, debaucherous acts could occur, with little fear of pesky things like, say, the LAW getting in the way of your enjoyment. Where every fantasy you could dream of could be indulged if you put in the time and work for it. For the criminally kinky, it was a land of opportunity.
Sister Faith and Sister Hope were both quite criminally kinky, indeed.
When Sister Lucia had pitched the Sisterhood to them and requested to join them, one of the main things that had intrigued them was LAW’s notoriety for sudden and mysterious disappearances, which turned out to not be so mysterious after all. The internet was practically bursting with tales of women getting taken home in POW matches or just outright kidnapped from the locker room, brought back to their captor’s place to face a bevy of erotic tortures. They were certain it was exaggerated, no doubt buoyed by horny fantasies of countless incels, but there had to be some germs of truth, right?
That was what they were doing today in the gym. Hunting.
Sister Hope walked the aisles of the LAW gym, hands in her pockets, looking as innocent and unassuming as a woman in her
could look. She scanned the aisles, eyes passing from woman to woman, assessing them for weaknesses and strengths, trying to figure out who might be the best catch. Her sister was having a similar time on the other side of the facility, and they were both to meet back here with their findings and plans.
She was pondering those plans when she came across the perfect target - none other than the famed Sunny Soule, a woman she and her sister instantly recognized. One of the older and more storied LAW names, a woman she and her sister had seen in many enticing bouts - granted, that wasn’t exactly a rare distinction, but even so. A woman like her, a body like that, between the two of them…
Yes. Yes, that would do quite well.
She made her way over with a skip in her step and a smile on her face, looking as approachable as a woman with pale white skin and a nun theme could ever hope to look. It was a tightrope to walk, certainly. She kept her distance for a moment, hanging back and keeping away until Sunny, inevitably, slowed down. Only then did she approach, leading with her chest and hungry eyes.
”Excuse me, pardon the interruption.” She leaned in and looked the blonde over, enjoying the sight of her fine form. ”But you’re Sunny Soule, correct? I’m something of a fan.”
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Breasts bounced as Sunny kept jumping rope, and out of the corner of her eye she sees Sister Hope walking perilously close to the swinging jump rope and slows it to a stop, wiping the sweat from her brow. She was a very peculiarly dressed girl, wearing half robes without any of the modesty expected.
"Yeah dude," responded Sunny when the Sister pointed out her admiration for her. "What's going on?"
Soule extended a fist for a fist bump, looking slightly grateful for the break in her workout. Her breathing was heavier, heart rate accelerated, and she was feeling otherwise good if not a bit worn out. "What's up with the... Uh...?" Sunny trailed off, gesturing to the head dress of Sister Hope, not sure what she should even call it.
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Heh. ‘Dude’. Hope was reasonably certain no one had called her ‘dude’ in her entire life. So that was new.
…she didn’t hate it.
Hope was about to open her mouth to speak again, when Sunny extended her hand for a fist bump, catching her off guard - another new thing, but one she eagerly accepted. The woman really lived up to her name, didn’t she? Bright disposition. Really cute.
She looked upwards at the comment and blinked, almost as if she needed a moment to register what she was referring to…because she did. She’d honestly forgotten she still had the veil on. “This? It’s a religious thing.”
People tended to shut down quick when you threw that at them. And it wasn’t even untrue, really.
“Working up quite a sweat, I see.” She stepped around the woman and took a look from a few different angles. “Phenomenal shape. Impressive.”
She broke away from her gaze and shot up straight with a little chuckle. “Sorry, getting ahead of myself - I’m Hope. A pleasure making your acquaintance, Sunny.”
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Sunny gave a look of disbelief when Hope claimed it was religious garb. "Dude, what religion is that?' she balked, because what religion wants you to wear a veil and also show that much skin. She shook her head though and looked over Hope once more. "Yeah, sorry. You're in wicked shape too at your church of veil and abs," she answered. The Hawaiian ran a hand down her slim and toned stomach and then up nodded to her.
"Yeah, good to meet you too, babe," said Soule as she squinted at the Sister. She was normally very aloof and unaware, but maybe it was the working out that has her synapses firing properly, or maybe it just seemed too strange to really deny, but Sunny felt like something was off with this chick. And so she asked plainly, without a shred of restraint, "Yo, are you cool? Your whole vibe is like, way off." She then gestured with her hands at the entirety of Sister Hope, a skeptical expression on her face.
That was the word that was coming to Hope’s mind more than any other at the moment - ‘cute’. This girl had a cheeky way about her that she kind of liked. Easy going. Breezy. Unassuming. It was refreshing.
”It’s a very permissive sort of religion. Singular.” That was the word Sister Chastity would’ve used for it, anyway. ”And thanks. Your abs aren’t half bad, either.” She leaned back and showed them off a bit more, making sure Sunny could see as much or as little as she liked.
Hope strolled up to Sunny, getting a good look at the woman from a different angle, though she perked up when the question was posed. ”My ‘vibe’?” She put her hands behind her back and took a step her way, with the most innocent smile she could manage. Which, probably, wasn’t that innocent.
”’Way off’, she says. Not just off, but ‘way off’.” She chuckled. ”What about me is making your Sunny senses tingle, you think?”
Sunny Soule squinted at Hope, studying her quietly as she professing that her vibes were, in fact, not way off. But the breezy blonde's lips twist to the side, starting to pace around the Sister as she asked why Sunny felt that way. "Well... babe, you're rocking a veil in the gym... this whole religion thing feels totally off..." started the Hawaiian as she keeps walking, pondering more.
"And... You know, the whole... I don't know, you're like too nice. Which I get because I'm absolutely the type to be totally chill about it," Sunny huffs, stopping her pacing and running a hand through her damp hair. "I don't know, there's girls here who are like totally sinister, right? Like they act like they're super nice and then they, I don't know, like take advantage of a girl, right?"
Taking a few steps forward, Sunny got close to Hope, peering at her. "...You're not, like, one of those... secret sinister chicks, right?" asked Sunny sincerely, brow narrowed as she studied her closely.
Hope couldn't help but chuckle a little at Sunny’s assessment - rather suspicious, wasn’t she? Granted, she wasn’t necessarily wrong about any of those assessments, but it was rather funny that she was jumping to that conclusion.
Just because Hope was wearing an odd hat. With pale white skin. And red eyes. And…
Okay, she could see where she was coming from.
”I personally think it goes rather well with my ensemble. But if it bothers you…” She slipped the veil off and held it behind her back, letting her dreadlocks fly completely free.
”There.” She winked her way. ”And believe what you like, but I think that’s a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy, don’t you? You’re not wrong, but that’s no reason to jump to conclusions, is there?” She leaned in, her smile warming as she closed the distance between them. ”You’re an extremely attractive young woman in a gym. I can’t be the first person who’s been a little friendly and flirty with you in here.”
