The power of soap! Olivia and Kelly

After Kelly had been given a victory by her better half Hisako, the Canadian was on a roll. She was now out on a promo tour as part of the brat pack. Yes, there were other girls from AFW in the sports gym where they were hosted, but most were rookies and looking for their chance to break out.

Kelly "Ponyride" Flowers was without a doubt the biggest star at every promotion date! And what a promo tour it had been up to this point! Large, busty girls had made her thinly veiled offers to dominate them anytime like she had done with Lisa Giordani and Lilith in the past. She had signed some of her albums and had not an unfortunate accident with the microphone ruined that chance, she would have sung live for her fans too.

It had become really late and Kelly would take a shower and just go home then, so she stripped down until she was naked just to put a light bathrobe on, not really taking the time to fasten the belt so that her naked body was barely covered on the front while she gingerly strolled into the shower area.

Olivia was feeling good after a particularly rigorous work-out. She wore a red fuzzy bathrobe as she walked down to the showers, smiling to herself as she rolled her shoulders to loosen them up. She began humming as she stepped into the shower area, slipping her robe off and hanging it up. She began singing softly to herself. "Il était un petit navire... Il était un petit navire. Qui n’avait ja-ja-jamais navigué... Qui n’avait ja-ja-jamais navigué. Ohé! Ohé!"

She turned on one of the showerheads and began washing herself, letting the water wash down her bare body. She ran a hand through her hair and began washing it slowly, sighing as the warm water washed over her. She kept singing, closing her eyes as the words of the French folk song flowed from her lips. "Ohé! Ohé! Matelot, matelot navigue sur les flots. Ohé! Ohé! Matelot, matelot navigue sur les flots."

She was almost peaceful as she let herself get lost in the past, remembering all the times she'd heard the song when she was growing up. She was completely ignorant to the world around her.

Kelly was about to casually enter the showering area with no real aim at all except for a nice little showering, a piece of hard soap on a rope swinging in one of her hands. Then she heard a singing voice with a language she did not really understand but still recognize as French. There had been some Franco Canadians in the area where she had grown up, and despite Kelly never learning the language she knew how it sounded.

Curiously peeking around a corner, she would catch sight of the showering Olivia.
*Oh la la*
She thought by herself, unsure how to proceed although one of her hands would instinctively rub over her sex once. But why hesitating anyway? She was the star here! She would silently walk in the showering area, disrobe herself and use the already damp condition of the showering room to soap herself up.

Olivia was completely ignorant as Kelly walked in, continuing to wash herself, eyes closed. She continued singing to herself. "Il entreprit un long voyage... Il entreprit un long voyage." She smiled to herself, remembering her childhood. Sur la mer Mé-Mé-Méditerranée... Sur la mer Mé-Mé-Méditerranée. Ohé! Ohé!
She grabbed for a bar of soap, her hand finding one lazily and closing around it. She began soaping up, still humming as she stepped out of the stream of water to do so. "Au bout de cinq à six semaines... Au bout de cinq à six semaines." She stepped into the water again after finishing lathering herself from head to toe. She finally turned to see Kelly. "Oh. Bonjour." She smiled awkwardly, embarrassed that this woman had caught her singing.

Usually Kelly would have smiled widely at the soap girls show, but then she made the error to speak with her. Her face turned a little bit red, both confused and a little bit embarrassed that she had been detected, and that stream of information fought with the impression of the soaped up Olivia for the very narrow space that was workable between the ears of the Canadian.

Of course the former tree-school graduate could not speak a single word French and had only recognized it by the sound of the language herself.
"Bon...schur."
A typical response of a lumberjack girl that had met a French diva on the street of Quebec for some reason. But Kelly did not let herself getting swayed by that for long, so she hung up her robe on a nearby hook to soap herself up after a first quick shower hop.