Photo and business deal

When Sam heard that the new wrestling star wanted to make her a business proposal, she couldn't resist. She threw her phone in Brad's lap, it was the latest version of the iPhone he had given her for her birthday, he had planned to get a new one for himself, but all the savings had gone for an uninteresting gift of tickets to a wrestling show. When Sam's phone was in his hands he heard his beloved addressing him.

Sam: "Honey, can you take a picture of us? I've been wanting to take a picture together with a famous wrestler for so long!"

Sam so believed in the absurd idea that a short, obese, balding, chest-high degenerate was the "Siberian Bear" when the brochure described him as a 2.2m tall man with a lush beard and hairy chest. Sam walked over to Steve and stood with her back to him, her huge ass that looked like 2 basketballs inflated to the limit. Her shorts, which inexplicably held the load, only made it look better. The fat degenerate who had never seen a naked woman in his 47 years was rejoicing at this sight, if he had known what would happen next....

The idiot came closer to him and his half erect dick was between her buttocks because of the sight of this bimbo.

Sam: "CHEESE!" she smiled, showing off her snow-white teeth.

Brad turned the phone screen toward her and showed her the photo. Sam saw the picture and started to jump up and down, jerking off the old degenerate's dick with the hanging bellybutton.

Sam: "Let's change the position!", after these words Sam turned 90 degrees, the dick absorbed by the weight of her buttocks flew out of them, the friction of her silky skin was felt even through his pants, then she pressed her cow tits against Steve, because of their height difference Sam's tits clamped his chimp face.

Brad took another picture. Sam then moved away from the already oxygen starved Steve, though he was more excited to be able to touch such a woman.

Sam bent over in front of him spread-eagled and looked at the pictures her boyfriend was showing her. Steve's shaft fell into the embrace of her ass again, he started to move his pelvis slowly, he could tell when Sam was enjoying the photos, because she was shaking her bumper every time, massaging this pig's erogued cock. But then Steve remembered the offer, he had planned to offer the photo just to touch the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but realizing how empty-headed she was he decided to take it further.

Steve: "KHM... About the proposal, there would have to be a partner in my act, I would have to face the 'Irish Pirate' andeee..."

Bullshit: "Stop! What's "Irish pirate"? What is this nonsense, there isn't even a fighter like that."

Sam: "Brad! Why did you interrupt him, he said there's no fight! Excuse me, Steve, I'm listening."

Sam unexpectedly chose the side of the balding man with the hanging potbelly over his, and it was obvious that Steve was piling on, he doesn't know anything about wrestling, even compared to Boyd who has no interest in it. He was puzzled by this so he went into a stupor briefly, letting Steve finish.

Steve: "So where I left off on the weight, ah... yeah. I was supposed to go up against the Iraqi Pirate, but my partner couldn't make it, so the fight will probably be canceled, the show will be on the verge of being canceled. So I need to find a replacement immediately and I was gonna offer you to save the show, but I haven't decided yet. You know, I need a professional..."

Sam: "Save the show? Sure, I'd love to help you, Steve! I've been into wrestling since I was a kid, you can trust me!", Sam grabbed his hand and started shaking it, she thought it would convince him. She had to bend over to look him in the eye with a pleading look. Finally Brad came out of his stupor and said: "What? You just said Irish and now Iranian!?!?"

Steve ignoring Brad, "Sam, listen. I'd love to, but I see your boyfriend is against it..."

Sam turned her head to Brad and said: "Brad, shut up, I don't want to miss a chance like this because of your nagging. English is not his first language, why don't you realize that, are you an idiot?"

This was the first time Sam had ever been rude to her boyfriend, she was a hot-tempered girl, but she had always been soft to Brad. Bird felt a surge of anger, the love of his life was being rude to him because of some fat 50 year old man who smelled like sweat within a ten meter radius, and it was his birthday!

Steve: "All right, I can see you're really knowledgeable. Have you had any experience in wrestling or wrestling?"

Sam: "No... but I've taken self-defense classes and go to the gym!", it was obvious from her figure that she wasn't embellishing, she had a muscular body but still remained feminine, and given her tall stature, she looked like a Valkyrie from the Scandinavian myths.

Steve: "That's wonderful, Sam! I see your physicality, I think we just need to work on your technique and you'll be perfect!"

Sam: "Of course, Steve!"

Brad: "Sam, wait! This asshole's bullshitting!"

Steve realizes he's being protected from a beating by a nearly two-meter tall, muscular warrior: "Calm down, kid, or I'll have to put you on your back in front of your lady."

Brad's patience ran out, he stood up and swung at Steve, he would have dug his fist into his ugly face, but as luck would have it his hand was caught by a guard. What was he doing in a stadium of thousands? It's simple really, the lady who was arguing with them earlier called the security guard to resolve the conflict. If they'd arrived a minute later, Steve would have been exposed and beaten.

The guard rolled Brad up and said: "You don't seem to know how to behave in public places. If you want to fight, get in the ring," after saying that, he dragged him away.

Steve stood in a stupor, his heart was pounding with fear, he had just almost been punched in the face. This cowardly counter freak was brought to his senses by Sam, she shook him by the shoulders, her tits pressed against his chin, and her gaze dispelled the blink of terror in the balding degenerate.

Sam: "Steve! Steve! Can you hear me?"

Steve: "Huh?"

Sam: "I wanted to say thank you for not beating up my boyfriend, I want to apologize for his behavior, I don't know what got into him..."

him by the shoulders, her tits pressed against his chin, and her gaze dispelled the balding degenerate's twinkle of horror.

Sam: "Steve! Steve! Can you hear me?"

Steve: "Huh?"

Sam: "I wanted to say thank you for not beating up my boyfriend, I want to apologize for his behavior, I don't know what got into him..."

The brainless idiot thought that Steve, a short old man with a hanging potbelly, could have beaten up her boyfriend. She thought the reason Steve was in a stupor was because he was holding back his rage, and to confirm her speculation she said in her head, "It was in the brochure!".

Coming to his senses Steve, said: "It's okay, I can't beat up ordinary people! That would be very unprofessional!", Sam marveled at Steve's nobility, as if he would actually have the strength to handle her boyfriend.

Steve: "Okay, let's not procrastinate, we don't have much time. Come on I'll teach you a couple of moves!"

Because the guard was taking Brad away, the entrance to the staff quarters was unsecured, which played into the hands of the stinky creep...

Author's note:

Hi, I'd like to apologize for my absence. The thing is that my device broke and I had to wait for it to be repaired. Now I'm back in business and will be releasing chapters as usual.