Bailey’s returned

You open your eyes to see your new love in front of you, washing you off with a wash cloth as you’re propped up against the bottom turnbuckle.

“Hey, you’re back,” Bailey exclaims, “Thought we’d have to call an ambulance there in another minute.”

You reach for her. She notices this and leans closer to you. You pulls yourself closer and plant the biggest, most sensual kiss you’ve ever placed on any woman. She returns the sentiment.

“Easy, baby,” she says, finding it hard to pull away from you, “You need to save your energy.”

“The last two matches,” you start to say, “Dominique. Kaitlyn. Did you see…?”

Bailey smiles, “Oh, yeah. I saw them.”

“You’re not upset?” you ask.

She puts the wet washcloth down as she leans on her side. “Baby, I’ve watched match after match, pegging after pegging, orgasm after orgasm in this league. And I know all of these girls, they can be rough and…at many times, pretty horny, but they’re sweet women. They know that you’re with me and that you want to be with me. I trust them. And…I trust you.”

“But we just met,” you say, “I don’t want to let you down.”

“And that is why I trust you,” Bailey replies, “You can get squashed like a jobber, pegged like glazed spit roast, maybe even bring other women to cum hard in the ring with you. But we know what this league is about. And we know who we go home with at the end of each day.”

You reach out and hold her hand.

“I want to go home with you,” you say, trying to muster up your strength again.

Bailey smiles sheepishly, even turns her head away, embarrassed at her happiness. “I’d like that.”

She lets out a deep breath, then turns back to you. A more serious look on her face.

“But you need your strength right now,” Bailey says, helping you to your feet, “You have one more girl to endure, then you have to survive the gangbang.”

Oh, shit, that’s right, you remember. I don’t have just a fourth pegging, I’m going to be taken from four different ways.

“Dominique and I will probably go easy on you,” Bailey starts to assess, “Kaitlyn, well, she may want another round of roughness with you. But then…”

You notice that Bailey is actually looking nervous. You put your hand on her shoulders to comfort her.

“But then what,” you ask. Mustering up the courage, she exclaims, “I saw who the next girl is. She’s nice. She’s a friend, but…she’s one of the rough ones. And…she was just asked to drop the title earlier this afternoon, so she’s in an EXTRA bad mood.”

“Who is it,” you ask.

Before Bailey can answer, the doors are slammed open as the heavy footsteps are heard walking towards the ring. You look down the hall to see who it is. You begin to flush. You recognize her from the other matches. You recognize her from the roster.

“It’s Maria,” Bailey replies.