DROP TWENTY-FIVE
The locker rooms were either Heaven, or a divine punishment like Tantalus had endured, depending on your view. The Pinup Girls were getting ready for the match/show, and they were perky and lovely.
Retro dresses, hats, skirts that were meant to fly up in a sudden gust of wind and tease you, lithe bodies and bright colours all the way. Hector noticed that very few of them had visible augmentations, and couldn’t keep his eyes from gazing at a particular pair of long legs that was getting a last-minute shave. The Pinups didn’t have time to play coy, the match was on in a few minutes.
Hector shut his eyes.
“Why is he doing that?” some girl asked.
“Oh, he’s like a big baby,” he heard Patty say.
He looked. Before him was a shorter girl, very athletic and young. She too had
