Royals, Maids, and Legends

Agatha had been training quite a bit since joining the AFW, often found at the gym built into the facilities. Today, she was once again training, dressed in her black sports bra and shorts as she punched and kicked a bag. Abigail, as always tagging along with her mistress, dressed in her own white gym clothes, as she began to lift some weights. Abigail began to show off her impressive strength once more, lifting an impressive amount of pounds with seemingly little difficulty, especially for her size.

“You holding up okay there Abby?” Agatha asked her maid in a surprisingly friendly manner, as she finally finished working over the punching bag. Abigail was one of the few ‘peasants’ whom Agatha had little to no contempt for, especially not because of her utility, and to a larger extent, because she was one of the few ‘true’ friends The Duchess had.

“Yes Mistress, are you planning on leaving soon?” Abigail replied, wondering if Agatha was ready to hit the showers soon. “No, I just wanted to check up on you real quick.” She explained herself. Agatha always kept an eye on her maid while at the facilities, especially in the gym. Perhaps it was to keep her from getting caught in any other girl’s shenanigans, perhaps it was simply to see her improvements, perhaps Agatha was secretly admiring her. Either way, it was clear to Abigail that her Mistress was at the very least keeping an acute eye on her while training.

There was never a point in time where Junko Higurashi needed to use the gym facilities the AFW provided to its employees in the huge complex that was attached to the AFWDome. However, anytime she was in the building, she always made it a point to shuffle through them. Even moreso lately, as with all the nubile young women that currently resided in, or came to her own home had gotten a bit of the old juices flowing back in her.

If she were truthful, she was stalking the gym looking for young girls who had a taste for older, yet still quite attractive, ladies. Junko never felt more alive and she wanted to feed her desires. She'd not found a decent man since her divorce some years ago. Part of the problem was that man had also stopped being decent.

So as she shuffled through the gym in he tight blue gym short shorts and white sports bra, she happened upon a rather innocent girl lifting far more weight than she probably should have. She mentally scolded the young girl. Clearly her techniques were in need of some fine tuning. Hopefully, Junko could tinker around with a little more than just her technique too.

She strolled boldly up to Abigail and smiled with her wide, alluring grin as she adjusted her glasses. "Do you need a spotter, fufu~?" She asked Abigail, having completely blocked Agatha from her mind.

Abigail had found herself doting a little too much on Agatha, as she quickly found herself startled by the lady who had come up to her. Abigail felt there was something familiar to the lady, but she didn't know what it was. What she did know, however, was that this woman was hot, in spite of (or perhaps because of) her age, certainly more mature than most other women in the AFW, though she still seemed like she could give anyone a run for their money with that body of hers.

Abigail found herself staring at the beauty in front of her for a few seconds, before realizing what she was doing. “Wha- oh, yes, thank you, Miss. . .?” Abigail was mildly embarrassed by not knowing the lady’s name, especially if it turned out she was someone important in the AFW.

Agatha, meanwhile kept an eye on the two, initially wondering who the beautiful woman talking to Abby was. It didn’t take her long to realize it was none other than Junko, one of the AFW managers, and most assuredly someone who Agatha might want to talk to. However, for now, she simply kept her eyes on the two, wanting to see what she had planned for her maid.

"Fufu~" Junko smiled. "Higurashi Junko." She said with a polite bow and soft chuckle. "But... you could call me nee-chan if you wanted, fufu~" She teased once more. She hadn't even noticed Agatha yet. Junko's full attention was on the youthful maid.

"And what's your name?" She asked politely. "You can't have been in the league too long, I'm sure I would have noticed, fufu~" She said, smiling at the girl. "Have you had a match yet?" She asked curiously.

"My name's Abigail, Miss Nee-chan." She replied, her instinct making her put a 'miss' in front of her name. She briefly put down the weights, and bowed, as a sign of respect. "And no, I have not." She added, making it clear that her skills within the ring were, for lack of better terms, lacking. "How long have you been in the league, if I may ask?" She asked politely, her mind now curious as to the older lady's experiences.

Agatha, meanwhile, attempted to make her spying, so to speak, of the two a little more covert, seemingly going back to striking the punching bag, all the while still keeping her eyes fixated on them. She took her time for the moment, not wanting to step in and butt into their conversation together yet.

"Ohoho, myyyyy, you're adorable!" Junko said, her eyes lighting up at how cute Abigail was with her politeness. Her eyes gleamed behind her glasses. She just wanted to devour the girl right there.

"me?" She asked, pushing a hand against her chest. "I have been in the league for some time, fufu~" She purred. "Though, I haven't had too many matches. However, my wrestling knowledge is exhausting." She tried not to brag too much. "By trade, I have been a wrestling manager for the vast majority of my life. I've trained all sorts of girls in the fine art of grappling fufu~" She said and leaned closer to Abigail.

"I could ... show you a thing or two if you were interested? Fufu."

Abigail blushed as she was called adorable, not particularly of embarrassment, but more because of the seeming affection given to her by Junko. She was particularly interested by what she sad about training girls, and began to wonder. . .

"Miss Nee-Chan, I'd be more than interested." She said, her seemingly polite facade slowly being chipped at by a seemingly newfound excitement, though she brought it back under control. It was strange to her, why was wrestling all of a sudden beginning to fascinate her? perhaps it was a chance of being something more than her Mistress's maid, perhaps she was simply curious with what Junko could teach her, perhaps it was Junko herself, and Abigail simply wanted to get into her pants, or gym shorts, in this case.

Agatha, meanwhile, was a bit pertubed by what she noticed. From what she could overhear, it was clear that both of them were taking an interest in eachother. She was beginning to have doubts about letting Abigail hang around her, but she had a feeling outright confrontation wouldn't end well, at least not at this stage.

"Oh?" Junko raised an eyebrow as Abigail seemed eager for whatever Junko was giving. Her youthful exuberance made Junko smile with delight. She reached out and took Abigail's hand, feeling it very carefully and scrutinizing it with a delicate touch even as she tugged at the attached arm and tried to pull Abigai towards the nearby ring.

"Why don't we start now, fufu?" Junko said, making no bones about being up front with Abigail. First a nice light sparring and then? The possibilities seemed endless!

When she got to the ring, she slid in and parted the ropes for Abigail to enter. "We could spar to see how much experience you have if you like, Abi-chan, fufu~?"

"Oh. . ." Was all Abigail could muster as she found herself being brought into the ring. A slew of emotions now flew all around her, as she realized she had practically set herself up for a spar. Of course, she couldn't deny it, especially not now, that excitement seemed to win out against all her other emotions.

"Sure, Miss Nee-Chan, I'll try my best." She replied, her voice a mix between polite and excited. She quickly assumed her wrestling stance, mostly based on what she saw from other wrestlers, and waited for the spar to start.

Agatha now thought she knew why the older lady was interested in Abby. "She wants a new wrestler, doesn't she. . ." She quietly muttered to herself, as she found herself clearly looking at the two. It all made sense now, being a manager, of course she wanted to spar against a young newcomer, she wanted to see if she had potential. Agatha was initially excited for her maid, but then, she realized something.

"Wait, she's more interested in Abigail than me?" She again muttered to herself, her excitement turned to confusion. Of course, she still didn't want to intervene, but this was very quickly changing.

Junko watched as Abigail took her stance. The girl seemed awkward and sloppy. If Junko was going to do anything with her, she would probably need some very, very personal and hands on instruction. Exactly what Junko was looking for!

She looked at Abigail and crouched and then threw herself at the girl, hoping to catch her in a collar-elbow tie up and try and push her back towards the ropes. Though it would do well to try and see how strong the girl was, Junko was definitely interested in other things as well.