Title: Fitch Fitness Event

Rating: T

Summary: Emily wasn't happy with working at the gym.

Notes: Written for a holiday fic challenge for reddawg82's prompt Bridget is in the UK for a soccer event hosted by the Fitch's gym. Emily is forced to work about Emily from Skins and Bridget from Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants.

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There was a buzz about the gym. Emily tucked her hair up into a hair bobble and straightened out her polo shirt.

She didn't want to be there, but if she had to be, then she would do it with a smile and an air of confidence. She looked herself up and down in the mirror. She hated how unflattering the gym polo shirts were, even worse when her dad had chosen a bright shade of turquoise for the grand reopening.

The only positive was that she would be spending the day supervising physically fit women running, jumping and swimming around.

She made her way to the swimming pool to watch the Fitch gym women's quarter finals. The best thing about being in there was the tight fitting costumes the participants wore and the way their breasts wobbled as they climbed out of the pool; their hair dripping wet and their nipples standing to attention.

As she stood in the side lines, her eyes were drawn to a tall, slender woman with the most beautiful long, blonde hair she had ever seen. She sat in the small stands that stood on the side of the pool, with a group of girls; all wearing the same matching track suits. She recognised the outfits instantly as that of the United States women's football team who were competing later that day.

'Excuse me, where's the first aid?' a man asked as he assisted a young girl who hobbled across the tiled floor. She lifted her gaze from the beautiful American for long enough to direct the man towards the first aiders before turning her attention back to the swimmers and of course, that beautiful blonde bombshell.

After lunch Emily grumbled at the thought of spending two hours outside in the freezing cold wintery air. Much to her annoyance at being placed on the fields, she quickly warmed up when she remembered just what her role would entail.

More than twenty-five fit female footballers were running around, passing balls and generally warming up on the field. She watched in awe as the blonde from earlier side stepped in her direction, her breasts jiggling in the perfect way, long enough to leave Emily with her mouth hanging open.

Unfortunately, she sensed that the girl was pretty straight.

That didn't stop her from enjoying the game though.

End