“Should we really be keeping this from Massachusetts?” Alabama fiddled with the air conditioning vents as Lionfish steered the small government car through traffic. “Bama, babe, you worry *way* too much with her.” a pink bubble formed from her lips, then popped a second later. “She’s your big sister, but you can’t let her control every little thing you do, right? Girls gotta have their fun!” She smacked at her gum. “And look at it this way, it’s just drumming up more support from the public, right? Showing the masses we’re regular, everyday girls.” “In a Maxim magazine?” “That’s the *best* way!” Lionfish, swerved between two eighteen wheelers. “I mean, com’on, we’re both practically movie stars, right? And all the hot stars do it.” “Hmmm…” Alabama contemplated her comrades words. Lionfish did have a point; they were stars, after all. “You’re right!” Alabama smiled, her usual cheerfulness coming back in full swing. “Too bad Nevada or Drum didn’t wanna come.” “Eh, Nev’s a stick in the mud. We gotta get her laid, or something. And Drum was being extra bitchy today. ” “Lionfish!” “Eh, that’s an adventure for another day.” Lionfish paid no head to Alabama’s exclamation. “Besides, we’re coming up on the place, now.” Alabama looked over as Lionfish changed lanes. She was steering them to an old school house. It looked like it had been abandoned for some time. “This is the place?” “Yep! Something about the theme of the shoot, or something, I dunno.” The car swung into a parking spot, and Lionfish put it in park. “Alright, let’s make some money!” _________ Alabama looked at herself in the mirror. She turned from side to side, then spun around to check her rear. “I do declare! I look absolutely stunning’!” Her usual boots had been replaced by stiletto heels, while her usual white stockings still adorned her legs. Her garter straps disappeared underneath a short red pencil skirt that stopped at her upper thighs. Her hips were accented by a wide, houndstooth belt that held in her white oxford button up. A bright red bra peeked above the edge of the blouse, showing through the thin fabric. It seemed to just barely keeping everything from spilling out. Alabama spun around, and blew herself a kiss. “Lookin’ good, hot stuff.” Alabama noticed Lionfish in the reflection of the mirror. “Sugar!” She spun around to face her friend. A pair of black and white converse shoes adorned Lionfish’s feet, but unlike the regular sneakers, they ran almost to her knees. The ridiculously short, low riding skirt wrapped around her waist was held in place by a black belt. Her black panties hugged her waist high, clinging tightly into the skin. A white, short sleeved blouse was tied off just below her bust, which was covered by a black, underwire bra. “Oh my, oh my~ Don’t we both look stunning!” Alabama giggled. She hopped over to Lionfish, grabbing the sub-girl by the hands. Lionfish tried to hold as Alabama bounced with excitement. “Yeah, yeah. Let me go for a second.” She pried herself away from the excited battleship, and checked her trusty dive watch. “We gotta hurry and get to the set, before they start thinking we dashed out. Come on, sweet cheeks.” Lionfish turned to walk out of the room. “Right behind you~” Alabama sang, following her out. ___ Light poured from the small classroom-converted-studio. Alabama smiled at the camera as the flashbulb went off. “Very good, very good!” The camera man’s camera whirred and clicked rapidly as it captured her image. “Beautiful, Miss Alabama!” Alabama giggled, and leaned toward the camera to blow a kiss. Several crewmen watched intently as her bra strained to hold her bust in check. “Just call me Bama, Sugar! Make sure ya get my best side~” She spun around, planting her hand on her hip, and winked at the camera. The shuttered clicked again. “Perfect, Bama, keep it up! Now, pose next to the chalk board for me please.” Alabama leaned against the black board, propping her leg against the wall. “Like this?” The camera clicked rapidly again, answering her question. A few yards away, Lionfish leaned back against a desk, grinning for the camera. Her toned abs glistened under the heat from the lights. A second photographer snapped away with his own camera. “Good, now spread your legs a bit for me. Just like that, perfect! Darling you are a *natural*! Now turn around for me darling.” Lionfish complied, looking back at the camera and blowing another pink bubble with her gum. “You are just *too* sexy, darling! Now lets get you in that desk, and get Miss Alabama over here. We need to get some with both of you together. “Sure thing.” Lionfish hopped into the small chair, leaning back as Alabama walked up. “OK ladies, here what I want to see.” One of the photographers explained the scenario while the other continued to work his camera. “Miss Lionfish, here has been a bad student, and Miss Bama is going to threaten to punish her.” He handed a yard stick to Alabama. “Ok ladies, let’s do it.” The camera’s started again as Alabama acted out scolding Lionfish, who leaned back, and checked her nails while feigning indifference. “That’s it, that’s it! Now to the desk! Lionfish grab the edge and lean forward please. Just like that, perfect! Ok, Miss Bama, I need you to act like you’re giving her a spanking. Very good!” The photographers danced around excitedly capturing images as the two ship girls played out the part. The door slammed open at that moment, revealing a very irate looking pink haired young woman, “So THIS is where you came to get out of training!” Alabama and Lionfish looked over in shock, and the photographers and crewmembers went silent. “What are you doing here?” Lionfish asked still leaning against the desk. “What are YOU doing here? I hate to drag your boy toy out to figure out where you had gone!” On cue, Joseph, sheepishly peered from behind the door frame, then did a double take when he got a eye-full of Lionfish and Alabama. “Hey, dummy, pick up your jaw.” Drum growled. “And you, both you are in deep shit!” Alabama shook her head, smiling. “No Sugar, we’re doing this for all us ship girls! It’s for public relations!” She gestured to the cameras and crew. Drum stared at Alabama, dumbfounded. “What.” “Yep!” You should join us! We can you get a costume and get you out there too.” She turned to the wardrobe attendant. “Is there another school girl costume we can borrow?” One of the crewmen nodded, then hurried off. "No." Drum planted her hands oh her hips. "I still can't get this color out of my hair from last time." She stood like a stoic rock against the waves of Alabama's enthusiasm. She turned to Lionfish. "Rookie, you have five seconds get out of that outfit and back to the Park-" "Or what?" Lionfish snorted. "What, you think I came here with Alabama on a whim? Casey knows what we're doing." "He knows you're dressed and posing like a couple of pin-up sluts?" "He know's we're doing a photoshoot, and that's all that matters." Lionfish crossed her arms, and sneered. "Maybe if you'd get a life, you'd join us." On cue, the crewman showed up with another schoolgirl costume. "Sorry for the wait. I think this should suit you well, Ms Drum." He held up a normal looking school girl uniform, with white blouse and plaid skirt, but looked as if it was for someone half Drum's size. Drum's jaw dropped. "I refuse! Why would I ever put anything like that on?" "Do you really think she'll let you say no?" Lionfish nodded behind Drum. Drum cocked her head in confusion, before realisation stuck her. She spun around, preparing to run, only to come face to face with Alabama's giant smile. The larger woman put her hands on the sub girls shoulders, squeezing gently, but showing no intent to release her. "Oh sugar, don't do like that! Just relax~" Alabama spun Drum back around. "We just wanna have people relax around us, is all. Show everyone that we're not monsters!" "But why like this?" Drum protested, weakly. She glared at the provocative costume being presented to her. "Shhh." Alabama rubbed Drum's shoulders. "Let's just have fun, alright? Now com'on, let's go get you changed!" She grabbed the costume, and gently directed Drum to the dressing room. "Oh god it's like the movie all over again..." Drum mumble. Lionfish watched them leave, a smug grin still plastered to her face. "Hah, got 'er!" One of the photographers spoke up. "Miss Lionfish, shall we keep going?" "You know it! And you." She whipped around to Joseph, who was pretending he hadn't been staring at her legs the whole time. "Me and you can have our own little photoshoot later!" Joseph's face glowed a bright shade of crimson. "L-lionfish!" "Just be patient, babe! Now, watch me while I work." Lionfish strutted back on set. "Make sure you keep getting my good side!"