To your dressing room

Bruised, battered, and beaten, you give weak moans as you're, quite literally, dragged away by two curvy ring girls. While flashing big smiles and waving at the crowd, the bikini beauties, towering over you even more than Patty does, carelessly let your weak feet drag along the floor as they hold you up between them by your arms.

Dazed, you can hardly keep focused on where these girls are taking you. Instead, your mind has your train wreck of a debut match playing on loop, reminding you of your embarrassing display. Speaking of embarrassing, you blush when you spot your still-hard erection and catch your mind wandering to all the times Patty teased you with her soft, thick body. You hate the fact that such a spoiled brat got you so aroused while making such a fool of you, and you hope you don't have to see her again anytime soon.

Before you know it, you and the ring girls arrive at your destination: your dressing room, which only amounts to a sheet of paper with "Tom" written on it placed atop the door to a small janitors closet that got cleared out recently. Glamorous. You're much too tired to care at the moment. You just want these girls to drop you off at a quiet place to rest for a few minutes.

That's why you're surprised by the girls plopping you on the floor just next to your door. You look up to see both voluptuous women eyeing down at you hungrily. One of them bends over towards you, giving you a mouthwatering view of her cleavage. She says, "That was an awfully cute show out there, Tommy." She hypnotically sways her chest, giggling when she sees you blush.

The other one chimes in, "Haha, yeah, makes us wish we were in on the action. But, who knows, if you keep this up, we just might see more of each other after all."

The one teasing you with her breasts takes a hand and gently rubs your crotch a few times, making you weakly moan in arousal. "Here's hoping you don't dissapoint us, cutie," she says in a syrupy voice before walking away, leaving you breathless.

Before following her friend, the other one positions herself in front of you then turns around, deliberately rubbing her big ass in your face and smothering your groans. "See you around," she says with a wink before strutting off, letting her hips sway tantalizingly with every step.

You try to catch your breath while your new "fans" walk away, and only one question comes to your mind: what's with all the women here!? You decide you'll be better served trying to answer that question in the safety of your "dressing room," so, after taking a minute to recover, you muster as much strength as you can to get up and step inside.