Bad luck

Delisha, walks with Juice, who doesn't look too happy being with her friend.

Delisha smiles as she hugs her friend tighter, "What's wrahng mate? You are naht sahre are ye abooeht what 'appened. I know I said dis befahre boeht I am wahrried abooeht you, like dahse wheps ahn yooehr back."

Juice pushes Delisha away, "Leave it man."

Delisha holds her hands up, Alright, Alright. I joehst wanted to clear de air between oehs."

Her eyes brighten up, "Ooh, a liquor stahre. We can get rightly foehcked wit dat."

Delisha then pats Juice on the chest, "Stay right here mate. I see about getting something to put some hair on our chests."

Delisha then enters as Juice stands by the door. She sighs, she knows she should tell Delisha what is going on but her mistress forbid her from telling anyone what is going on, just as her mistress told her to lose the match with her friend and completely humiliate herself on live tv. Juice didn't enjoy that too much with people booing at her, they never boo at her, but she had to admit the thrill of it all and the high she got off it was great that if she had to do it again, she would.

Juice waited a few more minutes as it seems Delisha is taking her time picking out beer and probably fighting with the store keep as she always does. After another couple of minutes, that seems forever, Juice is seen fidgeting and looking at her watch. She knows her mistress won't be too happy if came to her appointment late.

"Hey, you?"

Juice looks up and sees Melissa, the wrestler: https://chyoa.com/chapter/Melissa-the-Wrestler.181841

Melissa is a new wrestler, just came off some national sports team and looking to make a name of herself in the league, looks nice, wearing a tight, silver dress, that sparkles with the streetlights.

"Don't I know you?"

"Yeah...it's...."

"Oh I know you. Your the whore you took the anal beads and got yourself pin, right?"

"Yeah, that's me." Juice sighs while at the same time feeling her pussy getting wet thinking about it.

"You...um...look.. nice man."

Melissa, scoffs, "Thanks, came from the club. Men were hitting on me. I made it clear that I hit back, plus I think I made an impression off some scout who looking for wrestlers for the woman's wrestling team for the Olympics."

"Cool man...cool." Juice says.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Melissa looks around, "Hey, your friends with the Hardcore Champion. Delisha, isn't it?"

"Yeah, what about it."

"Her belt is up for grabs 24/7, right?"

"Last time I check man."

"Do you know where she is?"

"She's in the store." Juice points at the store behind her, "Buying some beer."

"Really?"

"Yeah, man." Juice looks at her watch, clearly aggravated , "Look man are we done? I have some appointment to get to."

"Yeah...yeah." Melissa says as she looks at the store.

"Cool...see ya." Juice walks off.

"Yeah." Melissa smiles as she thinks another way to impress the scouts, in a loud and public way, "See ya."

Melissa then walks into the store.