Pokémon Legendary: An Adult Pokémon Story
Copyright© 2025 by Subconscious_P
Chapter 8
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 8 - An adult semi-erotic Pokémon story set in a more realistic and brutal Pokémon world. Follow a Pokémon Region Champion as he and his rivals race to unlock the secrets of Legendary and mythical Pokémon while facing an unknown threat unlike anything he's faced before. Our champion and rivals will put their lives on the line as they face lethal puzzles, god-tier Pokemon, a deadly stalker, an evil alliance, and the the most powerful trainers in the world.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Fan Fiction Cheating Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Black Male White Female Hispanic Female Oral Sex Public Sex
The sea stretched endless around the boat Ace was riding on, a glittering sheet of sapphire broken only by the white froth trailing in the yacht’s wake. The captain, a weathered man with sunburned skin and a voice like gravel, leaned against the railing while Ace stood near the bow, arms crossed, eyes on the horizon.
The captain turned towards Ace. “So, you’re really aiming for the Divine Challenge?”
Ace turned around, facing him and simply gave him an acknowledging smile before turning back to face the open sea.
The captain spat over the side, shaking his head. “Boy, you’re either braver than most ... or you’ve gone clean mad.”
“I’ve heard that before.” Ace said without looking back.
The captain chuckled. “You don’t understand. Those Calypso gym leaders, they’re not just strong. They’re predators in silk. Young, gorgeous, sharp as their Pokémon. Men walk into those arenas thinking they’re trainers and leave as fools. Distracted, humbled, sometimes worse, and that’s just the league. The Divine Challenge ... no one’s even tried in fifty years.”
Ace glanced back at him. “Fifty years, huh? Guess it’s overdue.”
The captain snorted. “Overdue? More like cursed. Every trainer who’s tried has failed. Every single one, and on Calypso, failure isn’t a loss and a handshake. It’s a noose. They execute you the same day. You lose your last battle, you lose your last breath. That’s the law.”
The yacht groaned as it cut over a wave. The captain’s gaze hardened, studying Ace like he couldn’t decide if the younger man was stupid, fearless, or both. The captain spat over the side again before continuing.
“There’s one name you’d better know before you set foot on that island. Angelina Rohan. Dragon master. Been holdin’ her post for twelve years, and in all that time? Not a single loss. Not one. She’s their de facto leader, and folks say she’s untouchable. Angelina will eat you alive, boy.”
Ace turned to face him fully now, his eyes calm, voice even. “Then she’ll bleed like anyone else. I’ve fought worse.”
The captain studied him, then shook his head with a low chuckle. “You’ve got no fear in you, do you? Maybe that’s the only reason you’ve got a chance. Still ... if the Divine Vault’s really what you’re after, pray you’re as good as you think you are because Calypso doesn’t forgive.”
The yacht cut through the endless blue, its hull gliding over calm waters that shimmered like glass under the morning sun. Seabreeze whipped at Ace’s hair as he stood at the bow, his eyes locked on the growing silhouette ahead. Calypso Island.
At first, it looked like a dream rising from the horizon with white beaches glistening like pearls, green forests spilling over valleys, and a massive mountain spearing upward from the center of the island, its peak wreathed in drifting clouds. Wingull, Pelipper, Wattrel, and Kilowattrel wheeled in the sky above, while Lapras and Milotic cut through the waves near the reefs, escorting the yacht like living ornaments of the sea.
As they drew closer, the capital revealed itself: Maria Bella, a sprawling jewel built along the western coast. Gleaming towers and modern resorts rose near the shore, their glass reflecting the sun, while terraced streets climbed toward ornate stone plazas. From the water, Ace could see banners flapping in the wind, market stalls bursting with color, and ferries crisscrossing the harbor like veins feeding the beating heart of the city. The hum of life was palpable even from offshore.
The yacht eased into Maria Bella’s grand harbor, already teeming with ships: luxury cruise liners, fishing vessels, and ferries laden with tourists. Crowds bustled along the waterfront, a mixture of locals with sun-worn skin and travelers in holiday clothes snapping photos of the skyline. Towering hotels glittered like lighthouses along the coastline, promising world-class amenities and indulgence.
What struck Ace most, however, wasn’t the glamour. It was the energy. This wasn’t just a resort town. There was pride in the people’s voices, grit in the way they moved. He could see posters plastered along walls and streetlamps of images of women in bold stances. These were the gym leaders of Calypso. Their faces were everywhere, revered like celebrities and queens. Each one bore an emblem of her element: fire, steel, psychic, dragon and others. Ace caught snippets of conversation from dockworkers and shopkeepers, all boasting of which leader’s matches they’d seen, which ones they feared, and which they adored. Ace felt the weight settle in his chest. These weren’t just gym leaders. They were living legends, heirs to a lineage stretching back to the first settlers from Hisui.
As Ace stepped off the yacht and into the city proper, the scope of Calypso’s culture unfurled around him. Large banners announced the upcoming Calypso League Tournament, a festival-like spectacle where thirty-two trainers would battle for the crown of Champion, though only for a year, until the next tournament meant they had to defend their title. The format was brutal, designed to humble outsiders, and the gym leaders who guarded entry were allegedly champion tier in their own right. Ace had heard of Calypso’s league before, but seeing it woven into the life of the city was something else. Posters, broadcasts on outdoor screens, storefronts decorated with badges. It wasn’t just a competition here. It was their lifeblood, their inheritance.
Ace, however, hadn’t come for resorts, tournaments, or glory. His purpose was darker. He found a quiet café along the waterfront and pulled out his PokéNav, navigating to the official League registry site. His fingers hovered for only a moment before he tapped into the section labeled: Divine Challenge. The page loaded with stark, unadorned text. Unlike the glitzy promotional sites for the annual tournament, this section carried no fanfare, no smiling mascots. Just a black-and-white disclaimer:
“The Divine Challenge is a sacred trial. Eight gym leaders. No losses permitted. Failure results in execution by beheading. By registering, you acknowledge and accept these terms.”
Ace stared at the words, his jaw tight. There was no sugar-coating or hidden fine print. Just blunt reality. He scrolled further. Records showed the last challenger over fifty years ago. Executed after a single loss. His heart thudded in his ears. Yet his hand didn’t hesitate. He filled in his name, credentials, and Champion rank. When the final confirmation box popped up, reminding him again of the penalty, his thumb pressed down hard on Submit.
The screen blinked. “Application received. Pending review. You will be contacted for an interview with the Calypso Pokémon Competition Committee.”
Ace leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. He knew what came next: a face-to-face evaluation, where they’d test his resolve before granting entry, and if accepted, he’d have to sign in person acknowledging with his own hand that his life was forfeit the moment he lost.
He slipped the PokéNav back into his pocket and looked out at Maria Bella’s glittering skyline. Tourists laughed, merchants bartered, children chased a Herdier along the cobblestones. It was paradise on the surface, but Ace knew better. Somewhere on this island lay the Divine Vault. Somewhere in its heart lay the Azure Flute, and the only path to it was through eight women who made a habit of crushing anyone brave enough to challenge them.
The next morning, Ace woke up in his luxury hotel suite and immediately grabbed his PokéNav so he could check his email. To his pleasant surprise, the Calypso Pokémon Competition Committee had already responded. They instructed Ace to meet them at noon for an interview to determine if they will approve his application to take part in the Divine Challenge. At 11:30 AM, Ace, now fully dressed and with a belly full of room service breakfast, grabbed his things and exited his room.
Twenty minutes later as he neared the Calypso League Office, Ace saw that the place loomed like a courthouse, its white stone columns gleaming in the midday sun. Banners of past champions hung along the walls, their faces proud, their titles engraved beneath like ghosts of glory staring down any challenger bold enough to walk these halls.
Ace’s boots echoed across the polished marble floor as he entered the interview chamber. The air smelled faintly of sea salt and ink, the distant murmur of the city outside muted by thick glass windows. At the far end of the room sat three figures behind a wide oak table, their posture sharp, their eyes sharper.
Jeffrey Mitchell, silver-haired and immaculately dressed, leaned forward with his hands folded, the bureaucrat’s calm veneer hiding something colder.
Mike Droughns, heavier set, his beard rough, sat slouched in his chair with a perpetual scowl, arms crossed like a soldier judging fresh recruits.
Ashley Bailey, younger but no less commanding, sat with a tablet in hand, her dark eyes locked on Ace with the precision of a Pidgeot.
“Mr. Tomlinson,” Jeffrey began with his voice measured and each syllable was deliberate. “Thank you for joining us. There are my colleagues, Mike Droughns and Ashley Baily. Let’s get right to it. You’ve applied for the Divine Challenge. Do you truly understand what that means?”
Ace took a seat and folded his hands on the table. “I do.”
Mike snorted, shaking his head. “Kid, I’ve seen your type before. Walk in all puffed up, thinking you’re invincible. I could count on one hand how many lasted a week. The rest?” His lip curled. “Well, let’s just say Calypso doesn’t keep cowards around long.”
Ace didn’t flinch. His gaze held steady. “I’m not here to play invincible. I’m here to win.”
Ashley tapped her stylus lightly against the desk, studying him. “Win?” Her voice was smooth but edged. “Do you know how long it’s been since anyone even attempted this challenge? Fifty years, and no one, and I mean no one, has ever finished it. Do you know what that makes you look like, Ace? Reckless or even suicidal.”
“Maybe both,” Ace said evenly. His smile was faint, but his eyes burned with calm resolve. “But it won’t stop me.”
Jeffrey’s eyes narrowed. “Why should we let you risk your life and drag the league’s name into this? If you lose, it’s not just your head on the block. It’s our credibility. The league will be remembered as the stage that let a Champion walk in here and be executed like a fool.” His words struck like hammer blows, but his tone never wavered.
Ace leaned forward slightly. His voice dropped, steady as stone. “Because the risk isn’t about my pride, or your reputation. I have my own reasons for taking on this challenge that are important enough for me despite the risks.”
The room fell silent. For a moment, the only sound was the tick of a wall clock.
Ashley exchanged a glance with Jeffrey, then leaned in. “Well, just FYI, we’ve adjusted the rules since the last attempt. You won’t have to face all the gym leaders back-to-back. You’ll have 120 days to defeat them all, without a single loss. Full six-on-six battles. Any order you choose. If I were you, I’d save Angelina Rohan for last.”
Mike grunted. “If you even make it that far.” He jabbed a finger across the table. “That woman hasn’t lost once in twelve years. She’ll eat you alive.”
Ace’s smile sharpened. “Then I’ll make her first loss count.”
Jeffrey’s brow furrowed. He studied Ace like a judge weighing a sentence, then leaned back in his chair. “Do you hear yourself? You’re staring down eight trainers whose skill rivals the likes of Lance, Leon, and even Cynthia. All of them are adored, respected, and practically untouchable. They’re not just gym leaders. They’re icons. Models, politicians, businesswomen ... Every one of them has influence that stretches far beyond a battlefield. You lose to one, you don’t just lose a match. You lose face, dignity, and your life. So, I’ll ask you again, Mr. Tomlinson. why should we approve this?”
Ace straightened, meeting each of their eyes in turn. His voice was calm, firm, unshakable. “Because I’m the only one willing to try.”
A tense silence followed. Ashley was the first to break, her lips quivering into the faintest smile. “Where do we sign him?”
Jeffrey exhaled slowly, almost reluctantly. “Very well. Your application will be approved. You’ll receive confirmation later today.”
Mike muttered under his breath. “Island’s gonna go nuts when they hear about this. Kid, I pray you’re half as good as you think you are.”
Ace smiled. “You know, you all keep telling me what happens if I lose, but what happens when I win?”
The committee was silent for a moment looking at each other. Then Ashely spoke up.
“IF you win...,” she exhaled before continuing, “ ... you will be crowned the King of Calypso. You will preside over the Calypso government, have the power to veto any legislation, and issue executive orders for the island within the laws of the Constitution. You’ll have the option to move into the royal mansion or have a custom home built for you. Essentially, the world on this island will be at your feet.
“You’ll also gain access to the Divine Vault.” Mike said. “No one has ever opened it since it was sealed a millennia ago, but legends passed down says it’s full of riches worth more than anyone can imagine.”
“Well, I’ll worry about that, when I win. For now, I have a match to prepare for.” Ace said getting up turning toward the exit, his footsteps steady, unhurried.
“May Arceus be with you, Ace.” Jeffrey said.
Ace turned over his shoulder, he left them with only two words:
“Just watch.”
That night, the office of Angelina Rohan was quiet except for the faint hum of her computer fan. Midnight pressed against the tall windows. The city below was reduced to scattered points of light across the dark island. A half-finished mug of coffee in her hand, its bitter scent sharp in the stillness.
Angelina sat poised at her desk, her posture as disciplined as her battles, golden eyes fixed on the glow of the screen. She had done this ritual countless times before, reviewing league reports, monitoring the flow of new challengers, but tonight, something made her pause. A new notification blinked at the top of her screen. Applicant for the Divine Challenge Approved: Ace Tomlinson.
“Ace Tomlinson ... I know that name...” Angelina began to research and what she found on Ace made her put her coffee down, and Angelina NEVER put her coffee down until she was done, but this time there was still coffee in her mug.
Angelina saw Ace’s league records in Kanto, Johto, Sinnoh, Unova, and Paldea. Her eyes narrowed. Plenty of champions existed, most burned out after a single region, but three career championships? Across multiple continents? That wasn’t talent. That was obsession.
It was the many reports and rumors she found connecting Ace Tomlinson to sightings of legendary Pokémon. Zapdos, the rumored Mew clone, Ho-Oh, the legendary beasts, the weather trio, the creation trio, Zekrom and Reshiram, the Ultra Beasts, The crater in Paldea, the Regis and others. Angelina’s hand hovered over her mouse. Trainers didn’t just ‘battle’ legends. They were erased by them. If even half these accounts were true, then Ace Tomlinson wasn’t walking into Calypso as a challenger. He was walking in as a man who’d already stared down gods and survived. Could he possibly have even managed to capture some of them?
Angelina also saw the reports of Ace’s involvement over the years with neutralizing Team Rocket, Team Magma, Team Aqua, Team Galactic, Team Plasma, and Team Flare. Angelina sat back, her brow furrowed as she processed everything she had uncovered about Ace Tomlinson. His records were beyond impressive, but what truly caught her attention were the reports of his involvement with legendary Pokémon and his role in taking down some of the most notorious criminal organizations in the world. It wasn’t just his league victories that made him dangerous, it was his alleged experience with forces far greater than most trainers could ever imagine.
“Who exactly are you, Ace Tomlinson?” she muttered to herself, still staring at the screen.
Angelina sat back in her chair, her fingers drumming lightly on the desk as she thought about everything she had just uncovered. Her pulse ticked faster. She had spent twelve years breaking every trainer who stood before her, yet this man had dismantled empires. If she lost to him, it wouldn’t just stain her record. It would shatter the myth of her invincibility, and on Calypso, myth was everything.
Angelina stood up, her eyes narrowing in thought. She had never lost a battle in over a decade, but now, she felt something she hadn’t in a long time: a true challenge on the horizon. Legends didn’t walk into your backyard without reason. If Ace Tomlinson came to Calypso, it meant trouble was close behind. Angelina narrowed her eyes. Perhaps this challenge was more than it seemed. Her lips curved into the faintest smile. For the first time in over a decade, she felt her blood quicken, her fingers itching for the battlefield.
“So ... the world finally sends me someone worth my attention.” she whispered, already musing her potential strategy for when she felt would inevitably be her turn to face him.
Seventeen hours later, Angelina asked all the other Calypso Island gym leaders to come to her mansion for an urgent meeting. As the evening settled in, Angelina’s fellow gym leaders filed into her house. One by one, the most elite trainers of Calypso Island, and arguably the world, entered her villa. Most of them wore chic outfits and each represented their respective Pokémon type, chatting among themselves.
Once everyone had arrived, poured a drink, and found a seat, Angelina stood at the front of the room, commanding their attention. Her expression was serious, and the air quickly became thick with anticipation.
“Thank you all for coming,” Angelina began, her tone leaving no room for casual banter. “I’m sure you all have heard about the brave soul who is attempting the Divine Challenge.”
“You mean the dumb soul.” Gianna, the steel-type gym leader, chimed in. The other women chuckled at her comment.
Angelina’s face remained neutral but with a hint of amusement. She continued.
“HOWEVER..., we have a very unique challenger this time. His name is Ace Tomlinson, and after some research last night, I realized he’s not just another overconfident trainer attempting this Challenge.”
Angelina began a very detailed slide show presentation detailing everything she researched and discovered about Ace Tomlinson the previous night. As the presentation began, the room fell silent. Angelina clicked through slides, showing Ace’s impressive records from Kanto, Johto, Sinnoh, Unova, and Paldea, including his region championship wins in Kanto/Johto (Kanto and Johto share a champion), Unova, and Paldea. The gym leaders exchanged curious glances, recognizing that this Ace guy had already proven himself in multiple regions.
“He’s not just strong,” Angelina said, her voice measured. “He’s experienced in ways most trainers never even dream of.”
She pulled up a slide that contained a headline from nine years ago. The headline spoke about an unknown powerful Pokémon being sighted near Cerulean City. Angelina highlighted a detail from the article stating that three trainers were seen leaving the Cerulean Cave after the Pokémon fled and one of them matched Ace Tomlinson’s description.
Angelina then showed another headline from seven and a half years prior where the article detailed that witnesses from Ecruteak city in the Johto region claimed they saw Ho-Oh reappear for the first time in centuries. They also claimed that they saw a trainer battle it on top of Tin Tower. Reports were unconfirmed as of the result of the battle, however, the vague descriptions of the trainer who battled it were consistent with Ace’s profile.
Angelina clicked to another headline. Another report detailed what happened in Sootopolis City nearly six years prior when the legendary Pokémon Kyogre and Groudon appeared and fought each other. The legendary Rayquaza appeared soon after and stopped these titans. Ace Tomlinson was confirmed to be at the scene.
Angelina clicked to the next slide that contained yet another report, this time from Sinnoh. The article was from four and a half years ago, and it detailed the strange distortions that appeared all around the region originating from Spear Pillar. The article confirmed reports that Team Galactic was involved in the appearance of these distortions and were thwarted by Cynthia and three unnamed trainers.
“Noticing a pattern here?” Angelina said smiling harder now. She was very clearly intrigued by all of this.
She clicked through several more reports from Unova, Alola, and Paldea. Afterwards, she put the clicker down and looked out intently at the other Calypso Island gym leaders.
“These reports would lead us to believe that Tomlinson has not only come in contact with legendary Pokémon but has possibly even captured one or more of them.” She said, “They also suggest that he’s been involved in the takedown of criminal organizations like Team Rocket, Team Galactic, Team Magma, Team Aqua, and others. He’s not someone who just battles in arenas. He’s dealt with forces that could reshape the world. You can believe what you want about these reports, but I brought you all here to give you a warning.” She clicked to a slide that had a large profile image of Ace Tomlinson displayed. “Do not underestimate this trainer. It’s more than likely that he will be the greatest challenge any of us will have ever faced.”
Lucy Simon, the psychic-type gym leader, crossed her arms, looking serious. “We’ve faced tough challengers before, but this ... he sounds like he might be on our level, if not higher.”
Amber Pennebaker, the fire-type gym leader known for her fiery attitude and stunning looks, leaned back in her chair, her eyes narrowing. “So, he’s the real deal. Doesn’t mean we can’t handle him.”
Angelina nodded. “Exactly, but every single one of us needs to be prepared. I can already tell that Ace Tomlinson is coming with the confidence that he can win this whole thing, and if we’re not careful, he could be the one to do it. We could get away with bullshitting with some of these other jokers in the Calypso Island League but not this guy. We need to be at the top of our game. Remember he has an added incentive because his life is literally on the line since this is the Divine Challenge, so expect him at his absolute best.”
Malinda Olivares, the dark-type leader, raised an eyebrow. “You’re saying we should be worried?”
“I’m saying we need to respect his skill,” Angelina replied. “If we underestimate him, he’ll catch us off guard. We need to treat every battle with him like it’s the final one.”
“You think he might use a legendary on us?” Mikaela Faye, the fairy-type gym leader asked.
“There are no confirmed reports that he’s captured a legendary, and even if he has, I doubt he would use any of them because if he was willing, we would’ve heard that he’d been using him by now. Nevertheless, even without them, this guy is a different breed.” Angelina said.
As the gym leaders digested the information, the mood in the room shifted. They all knew the stakes. For the first time in years, a challenger had emerged who might truly threaten the reign of Calypso Island’s most elite trainers.
Chelsea Gomez, the water-type gym leader, crossed her arms too. “I’m still not convinced. We’ve all seen powerful Pokémon, but if he wants to get through us, he’s going to need more than raw strength. We’ll break him down one battle at a time.”
Mary Mortima, the ghost-type gym leader, sighed. “Let’s be real, Angelina. What are the odds he actually beats all of us without losing even once?”
Angelina crossed her arms and let her gaze linger on each of them. “I’m not saying he will beat all of us. I’m saying that if anyone has the potential to come close, it’s him. We need to be prepared.”
There is a pause before Chelsea Gomez, spoke up again, her voice cool and composed. “If nothing else, it will be interesting to see how far he gets. It’s been a while since we had someone this intriguing. I think we could all use a little excitement.”
Gianna Mercury grinned. “I’ll be waiting for him. I hope he’s as good as you say, Angelina, because I’m ready to crush his soul.”
Lucy Simon shrugged. “If he makes it past a few of us, it’ll be impressive, but the Divine Challenge exists for a reason. No one’s ever completed it. I don’t expect him to be any different.”
Angelina closed the presentation and turned back to the room. “Just remember, this isn’t a regular challenge. He’s more than just a powerful trainer. He’s someone with experience dealing with threats bigger than most of us have faced. Stay sharp, and don’t underestimate him.”
The gym leaders exchanged more glances, some skeptical, others more thoughtful, but Angelina knew she had made her point. Ace Tomlinson was no ordinary challenger, and if they weren’t careful, he might just surprise them all.
Chelsea Gomez said something to break the tension a bit. “Okay, I’m just going to say it. He’s definitely the best-looking challenger we’ve had.”
There’s a combination of chuckling, murmurs of agreement, and exasperation at her comment. As the meeting came to an end, Angelina stood by the window, gazing out at the beach. She knew Ace would be a formidable opponent, and she would be waiting, watching, and preparing. The Divine Challenge had not been conquered in all of its history, but if anyone had the chance to change that, it was Ace Tomlinson.
The next morning, Maria Bella was already awake before the sun. Its cobbled streets swelled with the hum of merchants setting up stalls, the chatter of tourists fresh from their hotels, the gulls wheeling above the sparkling harbor, but beneath the normal rhythm, something new rippled through the city like an undercurrent.
Whispers. It began small such as with two trainers at a fruit stand were speaking in hushed, excited tones.
“Did you hear?” one said, eyes wide. “Someone actually signed up for the Divine Challenge.
His friend snorted. “Bullshit. No one’s dumb enough to do that.”
“It’s real! A foreigner, Ace Tomlinson.”
The second trainer frowned, the name stirring something familiar. “ ... That guy? The one who beat Unova’s League a few years ago?”
By midmorning, the rumor had spread to the tourist district. At a luxury resort, there was a businessman reclined by the pool with a cocktail in hand shaking his head as a woman in a wide sunhat leaned closer.
“It’s suicide,” he said flatly. “The last man who tried, fifty years ago, didn’t make it past the fourth leader.”
She smirked, sipping her drink. “You think this one will last that long?”
“Not a chance.” He scoffed, rolling his ice. “Even our normal League chews challengers up. This? This is madness.”
By noon, the televisions in the Grand Hotel bar were tuned to the same channel.
“ ... For the first time in fifty years,” the news anchor said gravely, “a trainer has entered the Divine Challenge. His name: Ace Tomlinson.”
Patrons craned to see the screen. A man at the bar let out a low whistle. “Guy must have a death wish.”
Behind the counter, the bartender smirked while polishing a glass. “Or maybe he knows something we don’t.”
The buzz swelled through Maria Bella like a storm, and by evening, the gym leaders themselves could feel the shift. Chelsea Gomez dined in a velvet booth at an upscale restaurant, security standing by the curtains. From the next table over, three young women whispered excitedly.
“Do you think he’s cute?” one giggled.
“Who cares if he’s cute? You think he can actually win?”
“Maybe a couple matches, but all eight? No way.”
Chelsea smiled faintly into her wine, the stem turning slowly in her hand. “We’ll see.”
Gianna Mercury was midway through weighted squats at her private training gym when a younger trainer stopped nearby, flushed with excitement.
“Gianna! What do you think about the new challenger? Ace Tomlinson?”
Her barbell clanged back into its rack. She wiped her brow, flashing a grin sharp as steel. “What do I think? I think I’ll crush him like I do everyone else.” She dropped back into her set without missing a beat.
Meanwhile during her appearance on an afternoon talk show, Amber Pennebaker, draped in crimson silk, leaned forward under the studio lights of the live TV interview.
“Amber,” the host asked eagerly, “what’s your take on this Ace Tomlinson?”
She crossed one long leg over the other, smile dazzling for the cameras. “If he’s as strong as they say...” She paused, letting the silence smolder. “ ... then I look forward to meeting him.” Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “I hope he likes the heat.”
The audience broke into nervous laughter, the host swallowing hard.
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