She's a Belly Dancer fan who's fascinated by Yasmine's "loss"

—This chapter was written by SmittySmith, posted with his permission.

The woman strode toward you confidently, but she didn't look happy. She wore a baby blue crop top with the word "Yasmine" emblazoned on a font that resembled something you'd see on the old TV show "I Dream of Jeanie." You mentally roll your eyes, of course Yasmine's merch was a crop top.

This specific Belly Dancer fan displayed a body that looked like she could be a relative of Yasmine's. Like the actual Belly Dancer, this woman was tall and striking. She had thick, muscular thighs and a full firm ass. Her breasts swayed beneath her crop top as she walked, revealing the likely fact that she was braless. The most noticeable difference between her and Yasmine was that she was just a bit chubby, while the wrestler you just "beat" had virtually washboard abs.

As you were taking note of her, she covered the ground between the two of you quickly. She crouched in order to be face to face with you and slid her manicured fingers beneath your chin. "Well hello Tommy," the woman smiled. "My name is Sofia. As you can probably tell, I'm one of Yasmine's biggest fans. It's always disappointing to see her lose. Maybe you can help cheer me up?" she asked with a smile that sent chills down your spine.

Sofia stood and quickly escorted you back to the couch she came from. She **** you down and plopped herself down in the space next to you, crowding you with her thick hips. She leans over so that she's close enough to whisper.

"You know Tommy, we get a much different view of the match from over here than most of the audience. I could see eeeeeverything that happened down in that ring," she said seductively. You swallowed hard.

"Everything?" you asked, unsure exactly which aspect of the match she was getting at.

"Mmmhmmm," she responded. "I know Yasmine well enough to tell when she's throwing a match, which she clearly did for you. But I'm more interested in how she seemed to be able to squeeze and suck the size right out of you. That seems like just a delightful gimmick for a male wrestler. Especially one that I have all to myself for the time being..." she said, licking her lips as she let her words hang in the air.

You start to sweat nervously. What exactly are Sofia's intentions?