The flight to Portland was one of the most entertaining I'd ever been on. Monica and I were across the aisle from Hilda and Tammy, and we might as well have been invisible. First, Hilda is just a gorgeous woman who is tall, built, and flirty. But Tammy made her look like an introvert.

I hadn't met Tammy on the visit to Chicago, I guess she hadn't come in that night, but she was fucking amazing. I'm more of an ass girl, but damn did Tammy have a rack on her that made me want to bury my face in her chest and never leave. She was a bleach blonde with luscious curves that would drive a nun right into lesbianism. Tammy was also the most forward person I'd ever met, and she kept the two flight attendants at the front of the plane red faced the entire trip. When they found out what she and Hilda did for a living, it was even worse. They couldn't stop flirting back, and there may have been a few extra demos on the flight. Not just between Tammy and Hilda, but Tammy happily obliged the flight attendants too. In the lavatory. At the same time. For almost an hour.

Yeah, I don't think they were just kissing either.

But Tammy left the flight with both of their numbers, and a big smirk on her face. "Well, that was the best flight I've been on in quite some time!" she announced as we headed for the rental car counter.

"And you're brushing your teeth before we do the demo for Nike!" Hilda told her sternly. "I told you not to do that!"

"I can't say no to women!" Tammy said with a pout. "They're too yummy!"

"I know! But next time, you better wait for the flight back!" Hilda complained. "I don't want to taste them when I'm kissing you later! That is cheating for sure!"

Monica and I just laughed all the way to the car once we'd gotten the keys. As much as I was missing Brooke, and as much as I worried about her, being around these three had put me in a much better mood. I needed their levity and silliness.

The drive from Portland over to the city of Beaverton, where the Nike HQ was located, was not too bad. We made it in under an hour, with only a few slowdowns for traffic. Did four lesbians in the same car make beaver comments every time we saw a road sign with Beaverton on it? Well, do you really need that answered?

"A whole town of beaver! How am I not living here already?" Tammy obviously had to go first.

"Shit, you should move to Pennsylvania then," commented Monica. "Beaver county is near Pittsburgh."

"A whole county! Ohhh!"

"But the Oregon State University mascot is the beaver," Hilda pointed out. "You know you love young college beavers."

"Fuck! Now I'm horny!" Tammy complained. "I'm surrounded by beaver!"

"We better warn the flight attendants on the return flight before we take off!" Monica said while snickering.

"Maybe we'll get the same girls as the last flight! They had nice beavers!" Tammy looked out the window. "Ah, I can dream."

"Not to change the subject, but do we have all ten US cities picked out for teams?" I asked Monica, trying to sneak in a little business talk before the meeting.

"We have the ten European ones done, and we have five owners already. Here in the states, we have eight cities, but need to decide on two more. Oh, and we have four owners. Gene is taking the LA team, and we have Las Vegas, Tampa and New York all set."

"Are you going to own the Chicago team?" I wondered.

"Nope. I'm going to just be the commissioner, so I can't be an owner. So, we need an owner for Boston, Chicago, San Francisco, and New Orleans. And then we need two more cities. Unless you want to own one?"

"If we get this pitch, you should promise that we'll put a team here in Portland. And we probably need a team in Texas. That is a big state and could draw a lot of viewers," I suggested. I didn't reply about my owning a team, I didn't have that much money, though it was really close. But damn was that tempting.

"That is a very conservative state though. I don't know that we'd do well there."

"Austin. You have to put it in Austin. They have a huge LGTBQ population there, and they don't have any sports teams at all. It would be perfect," I assured her.

"I like that. I was leaning towards San Diego, but we already have San Francisco and LA, so I wasn't sure if we needed a third California city," she told me.

I nodded absently as I turned into the Nike parking lot. "Then I'd say Austin for sure. It makes a lot of sense." I found a parking spot in the Visitor Lot, and then I turned in my seat. "Are we all ready?"

I got three nods, with accompanying smiles. "We got this," Monica whispered.

"Just remember, we don't have to win this. The TDFL is going to be a success, and if Nike says no, we will find other sponsors to say yes. We want this, but it doesn't determine our future, okay? So don't feel like everything is riding on this," I told them all. "Just relax and be yourselves."

"Are you sure you want that?" Hilda asked. "We can be pretty bad."

"We're selling a unique league. You're all unique women. Just embrace that and be yourselves. You don't have to go over the top, just act like you normally would," I assured them. "But maybe don't take any women to the restroom Tammy."

"Fine," she sulked. "I'll do my best."

"Okay, let's go kick some ass!"

We walked into the office and were greeted by a very nice young man who was manning the front desk, and who's eyes bugged out when he saw the four of us approaching. "Oh, good morning! Can I help you?"

"Yes, we have an appointment with James Page at 10am. We're from Nimbleworth Advertising," I told him with a smile.

He started typing on his keyboard, and then nodded happily. "Ah yes. I see you're on the list. I'll let him know that you're here, and someone will be here shortly. In the meantime, I'll get you some visitor passes." He quickly got on the phone, and then let whoever answered to tell James that we were there. A minute later, we each had a little sticker with our names printed on it on our chests.

James came down a few minutes later, before we even got antsy, and he was just as struck by Tammy and Hilda as everyone else was. "Hey there! James Page. It's a pleasure to meet you." He stuck his hand out, and I quickly shook it. He had a firm handshake but wasn't one of those assholes who needed to squeeze the hell out of you.

"Hi James. I'm Kris van Noorel, and these are my associates Monica, Hilda, and Tammy." I nodded at each of them in turn. "We'd love to show you our pitch, and I think you'll love it."

"Just based on what I've seen, I'm already intrigued. I know we asked for something outside the box, and it makes me wonder just what you brought us." He had a broad smile on his face, and I was hoping that mood would be the same for whoever else we had to present to. "Come on in, and we'll go on up. I'll tell you now, we've already rejected several other pitches that were similar to things we already do, so there may be some pessimistic people there this morning."

"If you've seen anything like us, you'd remember it sir!" piped up Tammy. "We'll show you what you've all been missing."

Hilda chuckled along with Tammy but kept quiet for now.

We took an elevator to the second floor, and then down a hallway to a good sized conference room where there were over a dozen people waiting. Holy fuck, Serena Williams and Michael Jordan were here! What the fuck? I knew they worked a lot with Nike, but I never expected them here!

"Good morning, everyone!" James announced. "This is the pitch from Nimbleworth Advertising. This is Kris van Noorel, she'll be presenting."

Damn, James is on the ball, he got my name right on the first try. I should have brought Bryan to take notes on how to do his job. Nah, Bryan sucks. "Good morning, everyone. When we received the request for a pitch proposal, and it stated that you were looking for a new league, team, or player to sponsor, I knew immediately what I thought would be perfect for you. It may not be something that you've heard of, or something that you would even realize exists. But it does, and it presents an amazing opportunity for Nike, and a sport that is filled with untouched potential. This is Monica Chambers, the commissioner, as well as Hilda Hopkins, the newly crowned US Champion and Tammy Nichols, who is last year's champion, in the Tongue Dominance Fighting League."

"Hell yeah!" Serena blurted out.

And we were off.