One

It's hard to really think about men when you're surrounded by so many incredibly good looking, incredibly talented women, and so you press 1 without even thinking about it.

"You have selected, 1. If correct, press 1. If you wish to change your selection, press 2."

Fucking automated phone things.

You press 1 again.

"For a submissive escort, please press 1. For a dominant escort, please press 2."

You make your selection.

The phone keeps going through more options. Pick a race. Pick a build. If you weren't high on aphrodisiacs you probably wouldn't be in the mood anymore.

But finally, you get all the way through.

"Thank your for your selection. Your escort will arrive within 5 minutes."

Hmm.

You pick up the remote to the television and turn it on and instead of normal channels, you're at some sort of menu. It has the names of all the girls in the league. Curious, you scroll down to pick Roxy's name.

This has all her matches. Sorted by opponent, and with the option to see either only matches she won, or matches she lost. Remembering what she did to you, you pick 'won', wondering who all she may have beaten in the past. You don't recognize too many of the names yet, but one of them jumps out at you , Casey Luv.

Roxy out-fucked your idol?

Just the thought of Casey, her blonde, toned body pinned to the mat and **** to cum by that dominant, streetwise Latina - and it's almost enough to make you forget the escort. But then there's a knock at your door.

Originally by ThaCat005