Chapter 10
As
Amy led Chloe and Jamie into the women’s changing room. She was greeted by the
diva’s she had met the last time she was there. She dumped the baby bag on the
floor and put the carrycot down beside it. She sat on the bench and rocked it
gently as Jamie slept.
“Amy,
I don’t have anything to wear.”
“What
do you want to wear?”
“I
don’t know.”
“Well,
I have some stuff that might fit but it might be to big.”
“Are
there any good shops around here?”
“There
are a few.” Trish said from the other side of the room.”
“Which
ones?”
“Well,
if your going I can come with you and show you if you want.” She offered.
“Are
you sure?”
“Yeh,
I need a new hat anyway.” She said grinning.
“Well,
that would be great thanks.”
“Shall
we go now?”
“Yeh,
but I’ll have to find Matt or Jeff.”
“I’ll
come with you.”
“Ok,
lets go.” Chloe said as she stood up and picked up the carrycot. “I guess
I’ll see you in a little while.” She said to Amy as she and Trish left the
room.
“Yeh,
see ya.”
“So,
Clo, do you mind if I call you that?”
“No.
All my friends do.”
“Cool,
now what sort of things do you like to wear?”
“Well,
since I had Jamie I don’t like showing of anymore I kinda lost my figure.”
“You
haven’t trust me, you look great.”
“I
think you need your eyes checked!” Chloe joked as she knocked on the Hardyz
locker room.
“Hey
baby. Hey Trish.” Jeff said as he stood in the doorway, he let them in but the
said no.
“Could
you possibly look after him for an hour?”
“Or
two?” Trish added with a smile.
“Sure.
Why?” he asked as he took the carrycot and looked at the sleeping baby.
“Girly
stuff.” Trish said as she linked her arm in Chloe’s.
“We’ll
see you later.” Chloe said as she and Trish walked of laughing and joking down
the corridor.
“Why
don’t you try this on?” Trish asked as she handed her a pair of leather
trousers and a matching tank top.
“I
don’t know. It’s not really me.”
“Ok,
how about this?” she said as she picked a pink denim halter neck and a
matching pair of Jeans.
“The
top would be ok.”
“Actually,
jeans aren’t the best things to wrestle in.”
“But
they don’t come of easily in a bra and panties match. Speaking of bra and
panties I had better get a new matching pair.”
“We’ll
do that in a minute.”
“I
like this.”
“No,
you need to show of your figure more.”
“Why?”
“Because
it keeps the fans happy.”
“But
I’m not a diva.”
“But
you are.”
“Only
for tonight.”
“But
still a diva for a night.”
As
they searched four big department stores they found nothing that Trish thought
was right for the match. She had meanwhile bought three new cowboy hats and a
pair of boots.
“Your
British right?”
“Yeh.”
“Well,
how about we go to this cool shop about a block down and it sells clothes made
out of flags and stuff like that.”
“Ok,
sounds good.”
As
they reached the shop they stopped and Trish signed a few autographs and she
told them who Chloe was, a couple of remembered her from the formula one scene.
She then signed their t-shirt etc. When they walked in the walked around with
their arms linked as they pulled various things of the rails.
“This
one!!!” Trish said as she pulled a pair of trousers that had the British flag
and American flag all over them. The material was shiny.
“YES!!!”
Chloe said as she took them and studied them closer.
“You
need a top.”
“I
do.” She said laughing as the walked over to the rails of tops.
After
searching four rails Chloe picked out the perfect top. It was a small ‘T’
t-shirt that had the American and British flagged crossed in the middle and the
rest had faded out flags. She then headed into the changing cubicle and put them
on.
“WOW!!!!
You look fantastic!” Trish said as Chloe did a twirl.
“It
feels good.”
“Don’t
take offence to this but before you had Jamie you never looked this good.”
“You
think so?”
“I
do. You look amazing, the fans will love you.”
“I
hope so.” She said with a smile.
“I
think that’s it.”
“No,
it needs something else.” Trish said as she looked around the store. She
walked of leaving Chloe looking in the mirror. As she came back she walked up to
Chloe and placed a cowboy hat that was decorated like the Union Jack (British
Flag). Chloe pulled it into place and turned to face Trish.
“Well?”
“Perfect,
you look like a proper diva.”
After
Chloe had changed again she paid for the clothes, she and Trish bought some bras
and panties, Chloe bought four sets and Trish bought two.
As
they arrived back at the arena they walked in with their arms still linked and
they headed up two sets of stairs and back to the women’s changing room.
“I
had a great time.” Chloe said as she put her bas down and slumped onto the
bench by Trish.
“Me
too, your as bad as shopping as I am, and that’s saying something.”
“Maybe,
but it was fun, I usually hate that sort of shopping.”
“Then
we’ll have to go again. Soon.” She said smiling when the door opened and one
of the stage crew came in.
“Trish,
your match is in ten minutes.” She said as Trish nodded and the women left.
“Good
luck.”
“I’ll
need it, I haven’t stretched or anything and I still have to change.”
“You
better hurry.”
“So
had you Matt and Jeff’s match is after mine.”
“Ok,
I’ll change as well, then I had better go find my babies. That’s a point
actually. Could you do me a massive favour?”
“Sure.”
“Well,
I think Lee, Matt’s girlfriend, is in the audience and I have nobody to watch
Jamie.”
“You
want me to watch him?”
“Could
you, I would really appreciate it.”
“No
problem. He’s so cute.” She said as she began to change. “Why don’t you
where something else when you first go out, then you can stun them with your
outfit.” She suggested.
“Good
idea, but what?”
“Here
wear these.” She said as she handed her a pair of blue plastic trouser and a
tank top.
“Thanks.”
She said as she began to change into them after putting on her new bra and
panties.
“Do
you know who wins your match?”
“No.
I’ve never been in this sort of match before.”
“Well,
go for the pants first then they don’t like to wrestle.”
“Pants?
Oh, trousers. I’ll try.”
“I
better get going. Can you find dumb and dumbers locker room?”
“Dumb
and dumber?”
“Matt
and Jeff!!”
“Oh,
yeh, sure. Good luck.”
“Thanks.”
She replied as she left Chloe who was still changing.
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