An odd hush hung over the Rumble Roses arena, the attending fans quiet as they stared down at the ring. Normally, the crowd was louder, more animated, but tonight was different. Something was up, and the attending fans of the federation were as curious as the woman they watched below.
Evil Rose waited in the ring near the ropes, pacing back and forth anxiously, her eyes hungry. Usually she wore a second skin of crimson leather, but tonight was unusual. A glacier-blue two piece bikini hugged her body, matching a lycra mask decorated with sharp feline ears instead of the familiar horns; the devil in another guise. She licked her lips, her brown eyes glittering, her agitated attention fixed on something out of place, bizarre.
Sitting in the center of the ring was a giant cake, almost as tall as Evil Rose, covered in white frosting with pink accents along the edges and rims of each tier. The devil woman continued to pace in the ring, staring at the huge dessert, and it was painfully obvious what she wanted. But something held her back, as if she had no will to act of her own initiative, compelled to wait for the proper cue.
And then it came. The house lights dimmed, died, and a pair of ghostly spotlights shined down upon the cake. Evil Rose hissed at the bright lights, retreating to the corner of the ring as if banished. With the lights came a swell of music from the house speakers, bursting across the arena with the driving rock beats instantly recognized by the fans as Prison of Love, one of the songs used by Dixie Clemets during her arena entrances. No, not Dixie. Sergeant Clemets as she demanded lately to be addressed - a demand rarely challenged since her recent attitude showed no sign of Dixie's easygoing nature and sense of fair play.
The crowd's hush broke into a murmur as all eyes scanned the arena, each pair hoping to be the first to spot the Texan. The fans were on their feet, waiting, wondering, aching to know what was going on. Their suspense was mercifully brief.
Like the wings of a butterfly slowly emerging from their cocoon and unfurling in new air, a pair of feminine hands slowly pushed up out of the cake, followed by a pair of strong, bare arms. And then the lovely body emerged in total as Dixie herself rose up out of the cake, wriggling free and forming enough of a hollow in the cake for her to be fully seen.
At first it seemed her body was completely bare with only bits of cake and icing for coverage. But after the initial shock had passed and the fans had a moment to observe her on the arena's huge screens, it became apparent that under the random smears of frosting, she was wearing her typical swimsuit.
Or what passed for one.
The top was merely two tiny purple triangles of fabric barely stretched over her nipples and held in place by a few taut strings and tied on her back in a single knot, giving the distinct impression that Dixie's massive, round breasts would burst free at any given moment. The swimsuit's bottom was a pair of too-tight and too-short black denim shorts, hugging her wide hips and round buttocks nicely. Resting atop Dixie's blonde hair was her black police cap adorned with a gleaming badge whose authority was validated by a peculiar and unique force as formidable as any law - the woman herself. With a haughty smirk, she reached for the cap and slung it lightly across the ring toward Evil Rose, whose glance followed it until it stopped at her feet. She turned her glittering gaze again to Dixie.
The devil woman had been hungry before. She was starving now. She stared ravenously as the blonde slowly turned in a tight circle in the cake. She was dancing to the music, slowly, testingly, the beginning of a frown threatening to mar her beautiful face. She seemed almost upset about what she was doing, but her body betrayed her, locking into the rhythm of her theme perfectly. Her movement became confident and relaxed, and the frown evaporated. Her hips swayed subtly with the music, her chest giving a gentle bounce as she turned in place, her arms rising above her head, then falling to race down her own sides, and then up again along her curvy body as she moved with the crunching guitar and sultry lyrics.
Evil Rose took a careful step towards Dixie, licking her lips once more, a soft growl rumbling in her throat. She stared at the cowgirl as she continued to dance, turning away from Rose for a moment, giving her firm bottom a little shake before spinning back to face her. When she noticed that Evil Rose was inching closer to her, she smiled and extended one hand towards her, pointing a finger upwards and waggling it back and forth, shaking her head slowly.
A taunt. No, not yet.
Rose whimpered, retreating back towards her corner, her eyes never leaving Dixie's stare, not even as the blonde noticed a bit of frosting on her fingertip and brought her hand up to her face, sliding the finger past her soft lips, giving a light moan aimed at Evil Rose as she slowly, so slowly, sucked the frosting from her finger and brought it out of her mouth again. She traced the finger over her smirking lips and turned away from the blue-clad woman, tilting her head seductively, glancing back over her shoulder with a slow, teasing wink.
To be continued...
