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Fitness Model Fight - 6

2010-01-04T20:18:00.000-08:00

Taylor

I stand silently for a moment and drink in what you've just said, but before I can finish gathering my thoughts, Janice calls, "Taylor?"

I understand what's happening. My poise is being tested. This is an area where I should have an advantage, having given presentations to tough audiences in conference rooms and board meetings. But to hear a young woman speak straight from the heart, and in the process virtually challenge me, is going to be a tough act to follow.

Walking to the head of the room and sensing everyone's attention, I draw a deep breath before I begin. "First, I don't think you realize what a beautiful choice of finalist you made." Turning to JJ, I add, "JJ, I don't think I've ever heard a younger woman speak with your confidence. Cockiness, yes, but not the poise and presence you have. Those qualities are just as sexy as the body you've brought here tonight."

Turning back to Janice and the reps, I continue, "You're looking at a portion of what I'm about right now. I may possess the Corporate America look, as JJ described it, but let me ask you all: Do I look like someone who has survived a physically abusive relationship? Do I look like someone who has experienced some heartbreak in her family and personal life? Do I look like someone who opposed the Iraq War, at the cost of some business relationships and even a friendship or two?

"I don't know to interpret the silence, so as always, I venture on. "I have lived. I have won. I've lost. I've loved. I've made mistakes. Much of your target audience, no matter their age or economic status, has lived, experienced highs and lows." I stop and nod to JJ, my point having been made, before turning back to Janice. "If you have ever played tennis or volleyball with me, you know what a fighter I am, scrapping for every last point, sacrificing my body to win, or just to keep the game going a little longer because I love playing so much. And if you've ever seen me work out, you'll see how intense I can be. I want to have the best female body in that gym. If I see a woman with better-looking arms, I want to know what she does so I can do one more curl, one more crunch, etc. I love to compete, and I love to win, though in a fair and honorable way. There's nothing like the thrill of seeing how you compare against an athlete of equal skills and physical ability.

“Yes, JJ," I say to you on my back to my chair. "Sex sells. But sex is in the eye of the beholder. I cannot try to compete in the manner that makes you appealing to the eye, or the image you create. But I am confident enough in what I have to stand next to you and undergo any type of comparison." I sit back down, take a deep breath, and nod.

JJ

I watch you finish your answer to Janice’s question and sit down. Both awed at what you said, and in agreement, though I don’t even understand some of it. I turn back to Janice and start to say something, then think better of it and keep my mouth shut. No matter how much better you answered the question, there is still more to come. And something tells me that this question was only a warm-up, a formality, and that the real competition for the job was yet to come.

“Thank you, Taylor.” Janice says. “You both were very passionate and articulate, just what the company is looking for in their next spokeswoman.” She gets up from her chair and starts to pace around the room, looking at each of the three company representatives as if confirming something, then she continues. “Our next spokeswoman will not only have to speak well and look appealing in an exercise outfit using our equipment but she will have to be a competitor in her own right. She has to have strength, stamina, and the will to win.”

“Taylor has said that she is willing to stand next to you and undergo any type of comparison.” Janice looks at me, “JJ, are you willing to do the same thing?”

I look at Janice trying to read the meaning in her eyes, then look over at the three company reps who are looking directly at me to see how I answer, and then I look at Taylor who is also looking at me.

The challenge has been made, the gauntlet thrown down. I’m not sure what Janice has in mind, but my mind is made up that whatever it is, I’m in, 100 percent in. Opportunity has just knocked again for this dirty little girl from the wrong part of Orange County.

Not wanting to appear too eager I look back at Janice.

“Sure Janice, what did you have in mind?” I say.

My heart starts racing and I can feel temperature in the room go up, as I start to think about what kind of a contest they have in mind. Then I remember the interested look Janice had given me the day of the photo shoot when I said that I like to submission wrestle for a good work out.

Could it be? Are they going to want me and Taylor to wrestle? I will myself not to look at Taylor and start a physical comparison, but I can remember her strong looking legs, the defined arms, and her height advantage. Wondering what her experience level is and how fast and quick she is

Fitness Model Fight - 5

2009-12-27T18:18:00.000-08:00
I has been remiss..
I could blame it on the holidays..
But that's not true..
I just plain didn't feel like updating this..
Soooooooooooooo...
I will do my best to move this role-play along..
Finish it up..
So I can post one of my more current ones..
Perhaps one where some unfortunate..misguided..mere male..
Steps up to be measured..
*Grins..
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Taylor

When JJ looked at me, I could sense a hunger in her eyes, as if she wanted something I had. Perhaps she aspired to my life, my background. Did I grow up a child of privilege? Yes. I was also "privileged" enough to endure what came with the deal. I was the youngest of five children born to a wealthy shipbuilder, and had the best of everything growing up. A beautiful home. The best schools. Exotic ski trips every winter, and a summer home on Martha's Vineyard. I was allowed to indulge my passions, like tennis and music, freely. And my intelligence and academic performance allowed me to enter Harvard on merit, not daddy's money. My parents were not the most loving people on earth, but it didn't matter - while father made his millions, mother did her social climbing and my brothers and sister did everything to emulate them, I made my own friends. I did pursue business studies at my father's behest, and still felt indebted enough to him that, even though some of the people he associated with in his business were less than savory, I did agree to date the son of a businessman he was trying to put together a big deal with. The guilt of being the product of wealth wore me down, to the point where I became engaged to this guy. We got along on a surface level, and a certain other level, but his lack of discipline (manifested in ethnic and lifestyle insults, erratic driving, and eye for other women) made me uneasy.Finally, I was confronted with irrefutable evidence of his infidelity. One night, I mentioned it to a close female friend, and she proceeded to let me in on a secret she had been hiding from me. I explored that secret with her overnight, well into the next morning. We eventually decided we should not pursue it further, that our friendship - and the fact I'm basically heterosexual - dictated we never do it again. Well, I could've cheated on him with a man, and he wouldn't have reacted as angrily as he did when he discovered my infidelity, one week before graduation. He threw me across the room, and I replied by humming the ring at him. He replied with a fist that broke my nose. My father was quite upset...that the broken engagement jeopardized a business deal, and blamed me for the situation. When he learned of my same-sex indiscretion, he vowed to cut me off from the family business and inheritance. No job in the family business. No contacts to help me get another one. I was angry enough to walk up to get my diploma without sunglasses, my nose still swollen and with purple and tallow under my eyes, to prove I wasn't going to be the meek, shamed victim. Through some friends, I eventually landed a job in New York, and was smart and tough enough to enter the bond trader's pit (where few women ever tread). I spent five years in New York, earning all kinds of bonuses and amassing a seven-figure bank account, and anticipated the economic recession, losing little of my money while some with much greater fortunes than mine went bankrupt. I finally left New York when the bond trading lifestyle, along with a personal heartbreak, soured me on the city. I left to become a freelance investor and financial consultant, and have been pretty successful. Still, I don't consider myself above it all. I live comfortably, I dress well (though I don't spend $2,000 on a dress or $500 on a pair of shoes like many New Yorkers I've seen do), but I don't obsess about wealth. I am a pretty competitive person, be it on the tennis court, playing volleyball at the beach, or elsewhere. I love to win. A friend introduced me to wrestling, and it is a fascinating sport. No expensive equipment or lessons involved. Wealth and background don't matter when it's body to body, muscle to muscle. Even though I've never modeled, I auditioned because I thought it might be fun to see how I stack up, look and physique-wise, against trained fitness models and athletes. Maybe I wasn't quite what they were supposed to be looking for, but I guess somebody liked what they saw from me and felt I might present a contrast to JJ (or vice versa). Despite our differences in personal style, I feel JJ presents herself very well, and if I were doing the choosing, I might have chosen her, too.
Janice informs us that we are going to be questioned for a bit by herself and the panel behind her. She then says, "JJ, I'm going to cut to the chase. In what way or ways do you believe you would be a better choice for the job than Taylor?"

JJ

If it’s one thing I’ve trained myself to do, it’s to recognize opportunity when it knocks. And it was knocking loud and clear. When Janice looked at me and said, "JJ, I'm going to cut to the chase. In what way or ways do you believe you would be a better choice for the job than Taylor?"

No one has ever accused me of being shy so I took a deep breath, and plunged right in. When I took the deep breath I noticed the male representative and one of the females staring at my chest. With a big smile I began, “I’m serious about my physical fitness. I exercise a lot and I watch what I eat. But I’m only a receptionist. I don’t’ belong an expensive health club and I don’t have a personal trainer. What I do, is what I’ve learned from watching others, reading, and asking questions. I’ve seen your company ads in the fitness magazines. Very nice, if you’re a high paid executive or professional. But not a lot of appeal to people like me.”

Looking at Taylor I say, “If I were you, I’d pick Taylor. Look at her, she’s sophisticated, very attractive, and has the corporate America look. Professional, cool, calm, and in control. But exercise in the gym isn’t like that. A good work out is sweaty, it’s noisy with grunts and heavy breathing, and it’s, well, it’s earthy.”

While I’ve been talking I’ve been moving around the room, making sure they have the opportunity to see me from all sides. I stop close to Taylor.

“Now look at Taylor and look at me. Which one of us can you imagine wearing a tight exercise outfit, sweat covering their body from exercising hard with your equipment? After all, we all know that sex sells, and which one of us would look sexier?”

I nod my head to indicate that I’m done, and move back to where I had set down my drink.

Janice says “Thank you”, and then she turns to Taylor, “Taylor?”

Fitness Model Fight - 4

2009-11-26T05:26:00.000-08:00
Taylor

I had wondered if this was to be a live audition, if the other finalist or finalists would be present. Beyond being asked to bring a bikini with me, I had no idea what else would be asked of me. Then Janice introduced me to JJ, describing her as the other finalist for the job. Okay. My focus has been narrowed. There would be no others. The competition, I figured, would be an aerobics instructor or personal trainer, probably younger, with big hair, or some other features that would present a contrast to mine. JJ is a great contrast, but not in the ways I expected.
There had been little time for JJ and I to size each other up before Janice escorted her down the hall for a moment, but she did make an impression. I liked her look. A young woman in a short skirt and a brief top can easily look cheap, but that was not the impression I had gained. In those few brief moments, at least, she seemed to carry herself with class and pride - well-spoken, her handshake as firm as mine (a survival skill I gained pretty quickly after receiving plenty of knuckle-crushers from men I meet in the business world). A beautiful face, an exotic look, a naturally fit, athletic body that did not reek of silicone (I will NEVER have mine done, either), and a poise probably beyond her age. I can understand why she was chosen as the other finalist. By the time Janice brought JJ back, I knew the competition had begun. We were already being compared, be it over which one would look better in a magazine ad or which would look better in bed, who knew - I don't worry about that sort of thing. I believed I was right for the ad campaign, and JJ looked equally convinced she was. She was a worthy adversary indeed.
"Taylor," Janice asked, can you please remove your jacket? I was far from ready to undress in front of this room, but given that JJ was wearing considerably less than me, it seemed like a reasonable request. I slowly removed my jacket and placed it gently on the back of a chair, leaving me in my leather skirt with my white blouse neatly tucked in, a look I occasionally sported at a bar or club. It also accented a feature I'm proud of - a 23-inch waist I have worked hard to keep trim and tight. While I frequently wearing oversized sweaters in my leisure time, this was an occasion to display it. As I nodded in response to the appreciative smiles of the company representatives, I wonder what JJ was about to ask me before Janice hustled her off...

JJ

As I followed Janice down the hall, I mulled over in my mind the woman I just met. My competition for the job, Taylor. There was no doubt the woman had class and style, and from the clothes she was wearing she was either born to money, had married money, or had a well paying job. Her handshake bespoke volumes and I could see the athlete under the expensive clothes. She appeared well suited for the job and many sports equipment companies targeted and courted the executive, corporate level customer.

I was the product of the marriage of a sailor and a bar girl from the Philippines who grew up running the gang infested streets of Orange County, California spending summers at the beach, one step ahead of a stay in juvenile hall or two babies and a worthless husband by age 18. Somehow I had escaped. That rough sailor and former prostitute for a mother had instilled in me a belief that if I worked hard and had a plan I could achieve anything I wanted. I had escaped the fate of many of my girlfriends and had taken some office manager courses at the local community college and had landed a job as a receptionist. The first step in my plan. I started each day prepared to take advantage of opportunity that life brought my way. Tonight was such an opportunity.

After I had deposited my things in the bedroom that Janice had shown me I followed her back down the hall to the great room. When offered a drink by one of the young men, I accepted a mineral water with a slice of lime. I stayed standing so that the others could observe me as I talked and moved. I felt that seeing me moving in a natural relaxed manner was much more effective than posed in front of a camera standing next to a piece of steel, plastic and rubber.

I watched when Taylor was asked to remove her jacket. As she slowly pulled it off one arm and then another I couldn’t help but admire the grace and smoothness with which she moved. She reminded me of a leopard moving through the jungle as it glides its way towards its hunting grounds. I admired her thin waist. My waist and abdomen were trim and tight from lots of hard work, but Taylor had the advantage in that department. She had the look and poise of a model. With my chest, I had more the cheesecake look, but I wasn’t too worried. I had made it to a finalist. Not bad for an almost gutter girl from the wrong parts of Orange County. I wondered what it would be like to work out with her at the gym. I could imagine us working out side by side, pushing each other to our physical limits and beyond. Each one striving to gut out just a little more pain, a little more effort, a little more heart, to best the other.

I couldn’t wait for the preliminaries to be over so I could ask Taylor some questions. And not the typical woman to woman questions either. I wanted to find out what her workout routines were, what other sports and activities she participated in, what her diet was like, and I also wanted to find out what kind of career she had and how she had gotten into it.

I looked over at Janice, wondering when she was going to announce what Taylor and I would have to do, so that they could decide which one of us was to be their new model and spokeswoman.

Fitness Model Fight - 3

2009-11-16T15:11:00.000-08:00
Taylor

I had debated how to present myself for my arrival at Janice's that night, and thought of going casual, or wearing jeans and a top which displayed my upper body. But then, they'd have plenty of time to see that later, and the bikini I had chosen was fitted perfectly to show my body at it's best. I would give her a small taste of what was to come.
After about a half-hour drive, I emerged from my black Mazda Miata in front of Janice's beautiful seaside home - she must have paid an extra couple hundred thousand to be on the side of the street near the ocean. I straigtened my hair one more time and emerged in an outfit that combined what I might wear professionally and to go out for the evening - a waist-length black suit jacket, unbuttoned; a crisp white blouse, and a short, but not too short, black leather skirt that fit me snugly, accented with a silver cord belt knotted at my right hip.
I rang the doorbell, and Janice greeted me - a trim redhead in an aqua power suit with pearls. She guided me into the living room and introduced me to two younger men and a younger woman, representatives of the fitness equipment company.
Janice took the small bag I was carrying with my change of clothes and led me to the room where I would change later on. Beautiful second-story view, looking out over a landscaped swimming pools and some boulders that led down to the ocean.
"Our other finalist should be coming soon," she said as she led me back downstairs. "While we're waiting, let's relax, and tell us about yourself..."

JJ

Friday finally arrived. I dashed home from work, ate a salad and an apple for an early dinner, and then soaked in a hot, soapy tub. Letting my body and mind relax while I contemplated what would happen tonight. Win or lose, I had this feeling that my life was about to change.

After I dried off I spread on some sun-ripened raspberry body cream then slipped on a new pair of black cotton low-rise v-string panties and blow-dried my hair. I inspected my body in my full-length mirror. My 36c breasts still firm, abdomen flat with a nice but not overt display of muscle, toned arms and strong supple legs. Satisfied with what I see I start to dress. I decide to wear a casual outfit for a summer’s evening down by the shore. I step into an ankle length olive tie-dyed cotton skirt that rides just at my hips, then pull on a white eyelet halter-top that shows off a lot of bare midriff. No make up, any jewelry. Stepping into a pair of Moroccan leather sandals, I grab my gym bag. Grabbing my car keys I go out to my 3 year old red Ford Focus and take off for the shore.

An hour later, just before sunset I finally drive up to the address that Janice had given me. Parking at the curb, I walked up the long drive to the entryway. I rang the bell and in just a few seconds Janice opened the door, smiled and ushered me in and escorted me to the living room where I was introduced to tow men and a women who she said were representatives of the fitness equipment company. They were here because they wanted to see the finalists for the job. The turned to the other woman in the room “JJ, this is Taylor, the other finalist for the job.”

I walked over to Taylor, my hand extended, “Hi Taylor, I’m JJ and glad to meet you.” I immediately noticed the strength in her handshake and the expensive looking clothes she was wearing.

I was getting ready to ask Taylor some questions but Janice took my arm and guided me down a hall, guiding me into a large room. “Here is where you can relax and change later, dear.” She said. “Put your bag down and come back to the main room for a drink and so we can get to know you better.”

Putting down my bag, I glanced around a room that was almost bigger than my apartment, and then followed Janice back down the hall.

Fitness Model Fight - 2

2009-11-09T16:54:00.000-08:00

Taylor

I had debated how to present myself for my arrival at Janice's that night, and thought of going casual, or wearing jeans and a top which displayed my upper body. But then, they'd have plenty of time to see that later, and the bikini I had chosen was fitted perfectly to show my body at it's best. I would give her a small taste of what was to come.

After about a half-hour drive, I emerged from my black Mazda Miata in front of Janice's beautiful seaside home - she must have paid an extra couple hundred thousand to be on the side of the street near the ocean. I straigtened my hair one more time and emerged in an outfit that combined what I might wear professionally and to go out for the evening - a waist-length black suit jacket, unbuttoned; a crisp white blouse, and a short, but not too short, black leather skirt that fit me snugly, accented with a silver cord belt knotted at my right hip.
I rang the doorbell, and Janice greeted me - a trim redhead in an aqua power suit with pearls. She guided me into the living room and introduced me to two younger men and a younger woman, representatives of the fitness equipment company.

Janice took the small bag I was carrying with my change of clothes and led me to the room where I would change later on. Beautiful second-story view, looking out over a landscaped swimming pools and some boulders that led down to the ocean.

"Our other finalist should be coming soon," she said as she led me back downstairs. "While we're waiting, let's relax, and tell us about yourself..."

JJ

Friday finally arrived. I dashed home from work, ate a salad and an apple for an early dinner, and then soaked in a hot, soapy tub. Letting my body and mind relax while I contemplated what would happen tonight. Win or lose, I had this feeling that my life was about to change.

After I dried off I spread on some sun-ripened raspberry body cream then slipped on a new pair of black cotton low-rise v-string panties and blow-dried my hair. I inspected my body in my full-length mirror. My 36d breasts still firm, abdomen flat with a nice but not overt display of muscle, toned arms and strong supple legs. Satisfied with what I see I start to dress. I decide to wear a casual outfit for a summer’s evening down by the shore. I step into an ankle length olive tie-dyed cotton skirt that rides just at my hips, then pull on a white eyelet halter-top that shows off a lot of bare midriff. No make up, any jewelry. Stepping into a pair of Moroccan leather sandals, I grab my gym bag. Grabbing my car keys I go out to my 3 year old red Ford Focus and take off for the shore.

An hour later, just before sunset I finally drive up to the address that Janice had given me. Parking at the curb, I walked up the long drive to the entryway. I rang the bell and in just a few seconds Janice opened the door, smiled and ushered me in and escorted me to the living room where I was introduced to tow men and a women who she said were representatives of the fitness equipment company. They were here because they wanted to see the finalists for the job. The turned to the other woman in the room “JJ, this is Taylor, the other finalist for the job.”

I walked over to Taylor, my hand extended, “Hi Taylor, I’m JJ and glad to meet you.” I immediately noticed the strength in her handshake and the expensive looking clothes she was wearing.

I was getting ready to ask Taylor some questions but Janice took my arm and guided me down a hall, guiding me into a large room. “Here is where you can relax and change later, dear.” She said. “Put your bag down and come back to the main room for a drink and so we can get to know you better.”
Putting down my bag, I glanced around a room that was almost bigger than my apartment, and then followed Janice back down the hall.

Note: I would love to find some photos or artwork that would illustrate some of the story...any suggestions or websites would be appreciated.

Fitness Model Fight - 1

2009-11-07T09:34:00.000-08:00

This is the first ever rasslin’ type role-play I did. I met ‘Taylor’ on line as part of friends I was making when I got into what is called cyberfighting. I was hooked from the first time I did a cyberfight, it was fun to use not only my writing skills but to also use my imagination to pretend wrestle or fight another person. There was a certain sensuous flavor to it that was exciting and reached out to my dominant personality.

A typical cyberfight is two opponents exchanging “moves” over some messenger chat, like IRC or Yahoo. I don’t consider them to be role-plays. To me, a role-play is where the story line is carried by two or more participants, each one writing and adding their reaction and response to what their opponent did, in long, detailed posts (moves), where all the senses are used, seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting and feeling. In a well written post, not only does the writer move the story along and leave it at a spot where their oppeont can pick it up and take it further, but that they paint a mind picture with words where the reader can see, feel, hear, smell, and taste. It’s not easy to do that.

Anyways, Taylor invited me to do a role-play on a Yahoo group, it must have been 5 years ago or so. As soon as I started, I knew that this was what I enjoyed, much more than a 1 or 2 hour cyberfight. I don’t remember what we called this, but I’ll Fitness Model Fight. I’m a pretty good writer, but lousy at naming things.

I will make a separate blog for each exchange between Taylor and me. I will add to the role-play every few days.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed being part of this story.
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Fitness Model Fight - 1
Taylor

A friend of mine had convinced me to audition for a fitness equipment ad - I had never really imagined myself as a model, but thought it might be fun. A lot of girls had come in to audition, Janice, the short, trim fiftyish woman with red hair who was supervising the shoot, told me when I arrived. I had sent in a picture of me playing volleyball at the beach, but with short blonde hair (looking very unmodelike there days), I was surprised to be getting a call. I'm happy with the way I look at 31, though - 5-8, 130, with hazel eyes and a trim, athletic physique. I entered with a belief I could do this. She briefly asked me about my athletic background, and I mentioned some of the other sports I participate in - running, tennis, working out, wrestling (competitive, not the staged show you see on TV Monday and Thursday nights). That last made Janice say "Hmmmmmmm....". She had me change into a black sports bra and matching briefs, and I posed for a few shots on weight machines, with free weights, and flexing my muscles (not large like a bodybuilder's, but toned and tight like a fitness or figure competitor's). She thanked me after about 15 minutes of shooting, and after about two weeks, I kind of forgot about it, until I received a phone message one day after coming home from a business trip: "Hi Taylor, this is Janice, and I really liked your audition - you're one of my finalists for the job. Myself and some representatives would like to see you again before we make the decision. Let me know if you can make it Friday at 8 p.m. down at my home, 34 Seaview Drive, Narragansett, down by the shore. Arrive fully dressed, and bring a bikini with you that displays your body at its best and allows you to demonstrate your athletic prowess." I didn't have anything going on that night. I called back and told her I would be there...

JJ

What can I say, I’m a gym rat. I like to keep my 5-6, 130 pound body tight and toned. I have a different routine for everyday of the week that includes free weights, aerobics, and running. I also like to wrestle with some of the other girls at the gym. We put mats down in the aerobics room a couple of times a month and go at it. We don’t have any real training, but like me, I would wrestle and rough house with my brothers when we were growing up. At least until my mom put a stop to it when I started growing these things ,u brothers called boobies on my chest.

One day I was relaxing at the gym after a workout and I noticed a flyer on the bulletin board about some auditions being held. It seems that some company was looking for someone to model with some fitness equipment. The auditions were being held the next day. The flyer said to send a photograph, and gave the name and address of a local ad agency. It also listed a woman named Janice as the point of contact.

I am anything but the model type. I wasn’t even a cheerleader in high school. Heck, I wanted to be on the football team, not the cheerleading squad. But I started to think about the money I might be able to make. My job as a receptionist wasn’t going anywhere and I certainly wasn’t becoming financially independent. Besides, it sounded like fun.

I grabbed my cell phone and called the number. The lady who answered, another receptionist like me, asked if I had an appointment and if I had sent in a photo. When I told her I hadn’t, she said it was too late. Now once I put my mind up to something I’m pretty tenacious. So I coaxed the time and location out of the auditions from her.

The next day I showed up in an orange sports bra and black shorts that blended and contrasted with my tan skin and long light brown hair. There were girls everywhere, all fit and toned and sexy. I almost left, but I remembered something my daddy used to tell me. “Only you can beat you.” So, I squared my shoulders, took a deep breath and walked up to the lady who seemed to be in charge. At least she had a clipboard and looked important.

“Hi! I’m JJ”, I smiled and put out my hand, “I’m here for an audition!”

Automatically, she put out her hand to shake as she said hi back. Looking down at her clipboard she flipped some pages and then looked back up with a confused look on her face.

“Do you have an appointment, JJ?”

“No, why? Do I need one?”

“Yes. You were supposed to send in a photo and then we called you, if we felt you were what we might be looking for.”

“Well, I’m here now. Am I what you’re looking for?” I took two steps back and did one of those piro-twirlly thingees, so she could see what I looked like. Ending up facing her again, a big smile on my face.

She got a thoughtful look on her face and put her hand up to her chin like she was thinking, then she handed me a piece of paper, ‘Here, fill this out. It’s a release so we can take your photo. Go over with the other girls and we’ll call you when we’re ready. This is just an audition JJ, no promises, no nothing. And my name is Janice.”

I nodded my head, flashed her a big smile, and then went over to wait. I’m kind of friendly and outgoing and by the time they called me, I knew all the other girls and half of the crew who were helping out.

Janice called me over. “JJ, before we shoot, tell me your athletic background, it’s obvious you workout and stay in shape. Tell me what sports you’ve participated in.”
That was easy since I my brothers had taught me all the guy sports, I had participated in almost all of the girl’s sports in high school. I finished with “And now I do mostly free weights, aerobics, and running. But for a really good work out, I wrestle submission style and I like to hit the heavy bag for a few hard rounds.”

Janice made some notes and then I posed for a bunch of photos around some exercise equipment and that was it.

It was kind of a let down so I figured I would never hear from them when one day my phone rang, “JJ, this is Janice, and I really liked your audition and you're one of my finalists for the job. Can you come by Friday at 8 pm?” When I said yes, she gave me an address, which was down by the shore.

“Come fully dressed JJ, and bring a bikini that you look good in.”

I hung up the phone, then jumped in the air and let out a whoop. And ran to my bedroom to look for my best bikini.

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Part 2 coming soon. I hope ya enjoying the start, it's a pretty long rp.

2009-10-19T12:31:00.000-07:00

Hi…
My name is Jocelyn..my friends call me JJ..
I enjoy role playing and that’s the way I spend much of my online time..
I enjoy writing and storytelling and role playing is a way for me to write and use my imagination to explore a lotta my fantasies..
I started on line role playing on Yahoo a few years ago..Mostly joining in on group participation type story lines..
A friend introduced me to the groups where people do what’s called cyber fighting..
Where two opponents pretend to fight..wrestle..catfight..box..or any other kinda fighting sports..
I took to it immediately and found that I was very good at it..
I’ve always been competitive..
With 3 older brothers who wrestled in high school whom I idolized..
I always wanted to do what they did..
When I first started this cyber fighting I did these matches against other girls..
It was great fun and I made some very good on line friends..
With practice I learned how to write long detailed posts..
Describing what I could see in my mind as the match went on..
Having a naturally Dominant personality I enjoy winning far more than I do losing..
But there is always someone better and I looked for friends who were better so I could learn..
I have my share of wins and losses..
I stopped counting long ago..
Two of my friends would do matches against guys..
So one day I tried a match against a guy..
I found the Battle of the Sexes scenario added different perspectives..different excitements..different fantasies..
Today..my online time is limited so I do most of my role plays by email..
It gives me the freedom to write longer more detailed story lines with victims..I mean opponents..who also enjoy the extra detail and creativeness..
Together we can spin a web of magic exploring our fantasies and desires that many times in real life would be impossible or impractical..

If you share my passion for role play..
You’re welcome to come back often..I enjoy sharing my role plays with others..
I change the names of my opponents to maintain their anonymity..
I used to do this on the Yahoo 360 blog until good old Yahell did away with them..
Now I’m gonna do it here..
I hope if you enjoy reading them..that you leave a comment..It’s always nice to hear that others enjoy what I enjoy..

Who am I?
I’m JJ..
An American of Asian and Irish heritage..
A Temijun Amazon warrior..
The leader of an all girl street gang..
A future girl..roaming the ruins of Los Angeles..
The career woman scratching and clawing her way to the top of the corporate ladder..
A fighter..at home in the ring..on the mats..in a cage..or ?
A brutal vicious vixen..

Sometimes playful..
Always intense..
Sometimes exotic..
Always primitive..
Sometimes dark..
Always primal..
Sometimes erotic..
Always sensual..

Wanna try me?
Send me an idea for a story line..
Impress me with your creative imagination..Who knows..
You could be My next victim..
*Grins..