What Did Aerosmith Say?

“What the fuck do you mean I only made $300?” I ask, finally backstage after the swarm of new fans tried to rush the ring after I took out Boner-Saw. “I need that thousand to help pay back my Aunts!” The back room was just as sleezy as I could have pictured it, and not to be mean, the woman behind it looked just as bad.

Her blonde hair extensions looked just as fake as the WWE they show on TV, her face was manicured and made pretty for a camera that she would never see, and her business suit looked tacky and fake, like she had just bought it from Spirit Halloween.

“I fail to see how that’s my problem, slut.” The woman says with an annoyed tone, before rolling her eyes at me. “Listen kid, what did the ad say?” She asks, lifting a newspaper up with the same ad I saw. “10 minutes gets you a grand. You took her out in 5, you’re lucky you’re getting $300 I have a time slot to fill!” She growls, before tossing the paper down and chuckling again, making a show of eyeing my body up and down. “Maybe if you give me a lil show I might do something for you.”

I wasn’t even surprised at this point, a place like this having a pervert manager? Almost seemed cliche. I just rolled my eyes and crossed my arms underneath my chest as I looked down at her with a quick sigh.

“What do you want? To see my tits?” I ask with a soft scoff as I glare at the woman, who only chuckles at my words and leans in a little more.

“See them? Honey I saw them and got the video replay to see them again and again if I want to.” She laughs, leaning back a bit in her chair and spreading her legs wide to show off her thick, throbbing dick as it springs out from beneath her skirt, and shoots its way underneath the table. “I wanna feel them, sweet cheeks.”

At first my eyes just glance down, but they get slightly wider and my jaw drops at the sight. She was bigger than Boner-Saw, and was the biggest cock I’ve seen in my life… so far.

“You think all them sluts wanted to do this sex wrestling shit from the jump?” She chuckles, swaying her hips a bit to make her dick move teasingly between her thighs underneath the table. “Na… most were aspiring actresses. But one round with this baby and I had them changing career paths, quick.” Her smile grew into a wide, cocky smirk, as she watched my face change. “So, can you handle me, babe?” She asks, biting her bottom lip softly.

It only took a second of hesitation as I watched the woman’s confidence grow, and her cock practically leaking precum beneath the table. I could tell this woman was all talk, no bite, and I was going to use that to my advantage. I matched her smirk with my own and reached up to my wrestling outfit and slowly pulled the fabric aside that covered my breasts as I chuckled.

“Let’s earn that money then, babe.” I say with a chuckle and an extremely lustful voice. Immediately I dropped down to my knees, and I heard a small little oh? come out of her as I left her sight. I slowly, teasingly, crawled underneath her desk and got into her eyesight, and gave her a quick smirk as I watched her eyes grow wide.

“Oh! Just… uh… getting right into it, huh?” She says with a hesitant voice and a giggle, watching her blush grow bright red as she looked down at me. She was practically melting just at this sight alone, I could tell it was going to be easy to make this bitch sing my praises and give me the rest of the cash.

“What’s wrong?” I asked in a fake innocent voice, though my smirk and evil glare in my eye quickly gave away my true intentions as I looked up at the bitch above me. “Can you handle me, babe~?” I ask, repeating the woman’s question to me with a quick giggle as I finally wrap my tits around the woman’s dick, her cock head just inches away from my lips.

She was such a waste… if she had any confidence in herself then this bitch would be a total stud! But she’s a snivveling little weasel who uses tricks and **** to get what she wants… well now I’m gonna give her what she deserves.

I start to bounce my tits around her dick at a quick, consistent pace, spitting down between them to add a little extra lube as I stroke her monster dick. I could hear her moaning above me, trying her best to keep her dominant persona, but I could tell this was the most pleasure this woman has felt in years.

“Oh~! Ah~! F-fuh~! I mean~! Ah~! Y-yes~! U-use those t-tits… s-slut~! Oh fuck~!” Her moans were soft and breathy now, and I could already tell she was getting close. Her eyes rolled back, her jaw was dropped, and she was practically drooling on herself now from the pleasure.

SCHLICK~! SCHLICK~! SCHLICK~!

“Oh come on now! Big bad boss like you? Should be able to handle my pretty titties~!” I tease as I start to bounce quicker, doing my best to taunt the woman and make her feel as good as possible. Just to let it sink in who’s really in control here.

The woman, obviously rattled, tried to retort, but her voice was high pitched and broken. “I-! I can handle you slu-“

The sound of a door opening behind me cut her off. I quickly looked up at the blonde who’s eyes went wide and jaw dropped, and I had to make a quick decision. Do I stop, or keep humiliating her in front of the person that just came in? God that second option sounded hot~! I just giggled and continued to stroke the woman with a smirk now, as my tongue rolled out and licked the head of her cock.

“Oh baby~! Look at that ass!” The new voice said with a chuckle. There was a confident suaveness to her voice that was really hot, and just proved I made the right decision staying under here. I even decided to give the woman a show by shaking my ass around teasingly for her to get a look at.

“I ain’t gonna interrupt you two hoes, this won’t take long.” She says with that same confident tone. “I just need one thing from you, babe.” She says, her attention back to the woman behind the desk. My smirk only grows as I stare up at the manager, who’s eyes were wide and a quick look of fear shadowed her face. I couldn’t see what was going on behind me, but I knew this was so humiliating it only made my smirk bigger, and I sloppily ran my tongue across her cock to pleasure her more…

But then my smirk disappeared, and all of my motions stopped as I heard the click of a gun being pulled behind me.

“I want all the damn money you got in this joint.” The woman behind me said. The manager’s eyes just quickly shot down to me, but I was frozen in fear. My eyes were staring blankly, my body was unmoving, except for a shiver, and my tongue held still as it pushed itself against the managers dick.

“You… you want…” the manager tries to repeat, and then I see the barrel of the revolver come into vision as it is placed on the blondes skull.

“All. The. Money. Now.” The robber repeats. “Then I will let you and your slut here keep up your little suck-session.” She chuckles. Once again the manager looks down to me, as if to beg for help, but I was frozen and in shock. I’ve never been held at gunpoint before… sure I could use my powers in the ring, but real danger was still super scary to me!

“Why’d you stop shaking hoe?” The woman behind me teased as I felt one strong hand smack my fat ass from behind me, and I let out a quick yelp. “I wanna see that thang wobble as I rob this chump.” Immediately I did what she asked and began to twerk my ass underneath the table, which just made the robber chuckle more as soft claps echoed in the otherwise silent room. “Good girl…” Her focus turned back on the manager, and I heard another click as she cocks the gun back with a growl. “Now you… You wanna be a good girl like your hoe down there?” She asks.

Realizing she was defeated, the manager reaches down to a desk drawer and opens it, before pulling out a duffel bag full of cash and throwing it on the desk silently, her look of fear turning to slight annoyance as she glares down at me.

“Good girl…” The robber says again. “As for you…” I feel her boot start to rub against my ass teasingly as she chuckles and then steps back. “Stand up. Now.” Very quickly I pull myself out from under the table and come face to face with this robber.

For all intents and purposes she looked… normal, but a stud. Brown hair pulled into a ponytail, a black tank top, denim booty shorts, and black combat boots. Her muscles shown through her shirt as if it was invisible, and her cock practically spilled from her pants. I hated to say it, because she was waving a gun in my face but… she was fucking hot!

“Have more respect for yourself, sugar-tits.” She says, readjusting the fabric of my top to cover my tits again and make me look more presentable. “You deserve better than this skank.” She says, nodding over to the manager who sat silently in the corner as we spoke. “I’d take you for a ride myself, if I wasn’t on a tight schedule, so…” she shrugged, blew me a quick kiss, and tossed the money over her shoulder as she walked out the door and strutted down the hallway, showing off her fat bubble butt as it jiggled. “Have fun with that blonde loser!” She screamed back with a hearty laugh.

As soon as the woman was out of sight the blonde behind me slammed her hand on the desk and screamed at the top of her lungs in boiling hot rage, before standing up and turning to me with a **** glare that, even on her, actually looked scary.

“Why the fuck ain’t you do nothing? I saw what you could do out there! What the fuck was that bullshit?” She asks, and I just stood frozen, staring blankly at the woman as she screamed… and when she was done, all I could do was shrug.

“I got my money… at least everything you would have paid me anyway.” I say with a shrug, which just makes the woman’s mouth drop and her eyes grow wide as I smirk, and turn around, following the same path the robber did with a similar strut in my step.

“You get back here you skank! Give me back my $300! I need that!” I turn back around and meet her eyes with a quick smirk, flashing the three $100 bills she gave me teasingly, and shrug again.

“I fail to see how that’s my problem…” with that the woman roars again in an angry rage, and as the elevator doors begin to close everything starts to change. My vision gets blurry, my heart starts to race, and off in the distance I could hear it, feintly, one singular gun shot, loud and piercing in my ear, and there was a scream… so loud so… so… so loud!

Very quickly my head shoots up out of my bed, my eyes wide, my hair a mess, and a quick scream escaping my lips as I wake up, once again in my bedroom, with Harriette standing in the corner, staring at me with a very startled expression.

“Petra! Are you ok?” She asks as she rushes to the side of my bed, her hand grabbing my arm and petting me softly, as my heart rate starts to sink.

“Yeah just… just a bad dream.” I say softly, as I start to pull myself out of bed and get ready for the day.

Dream on~!