Wrestling With Your Crush

[WIP]

You've had a crush on Riley for about a year now. You both work the drive-thru together at your local fast food joint, but despite the two of you getting along pretty well, you've never had the courage to ask her out.

She's the girl of your dreams: curvy, with thick thighs and a fat ass. Her face is perfect, with deep brown eyes and short purple hair, and pierced septum to complete that edgy alternative girl look.

She's so beautiful, you struggle to talk to her, stuttering a bit which always makes her giggle.

One day, completely out of the blue, she asks if you want to come over after work to "blow off some steam". You agree enthusiastically and arrive at her house a couple of hours later.

Walking through the door, your heart pounding, you're greeted with the sight of your dream girl wearing a sports bra underneath a loose, tattered tank top cut to expose the midriff, a pair of tight black leggings, and dirty white socks. You're taken a little aback by her state of undress, and can't help but stare at the cleavage. Her breasts are even bigger than you thought, seeing them now outside of her uniform.

She smirks and touches your chin, lifting your head up and sending a shiver down your spine - you're so touch starved that even her thumb and two fingers feel electrifying.

"Hey Charlie, my eyes are up here."

"Y-yeah. S-s-sorry..." you stammer and trail off, blushing a little.

Riley chuckles and motions you inside without another word, and you follow her, head swirling with excitement. You start to fantasize about her, and can hardly control your excitement. Is this really happening? Did she invite you over because she feels the same way?

As you enter the living room, you're surprised to see her roommates sitting on the couch.

On the left is Courtney, your typical skater girl wearing a raggedy shirt and a pair of ripped black denim short shorts with a backward baseball cap to match.

In the middle of the couch is Veronica, the stereotypical goth girl with a resting bitch face. She's wearing a long t-shirt with an illegible band logo on it, fishnets around her arms and legs, a short skirt and the darkest makeup you've ever seen.

On the other end of the couch is Hayley, the bubbly blonde wearing a pink dress and sparkly heels. Her hair is long, reaching down to her shoulders.

"Oh, I uhh..." you start.

"You thought we'd be alone? Thought we were gonna make out or something?"

"N-n-no!!" You lie.

Riley puts her hand on her hip and "Oh c'mon, we all know you have a huge crush on me."

Your face turns bright pink. "N-n-no... wh, I uh..."

Riley giggles, as do all her roommates. You suddenly feel like you're the punchline of a joke and they're all in on it.

"Don't worry, I'm open to it. I do think you're kinda cute... but there's just a little catch."

You tilt your head and give her a puzzled look.

"I wanna make a little bet. The two of us are gonna wrestle. The rules are simple. Whoever submits or gets knocked out, loses. If you win, I'll go out with you. If you lose... you're gonna be my bitch."

Your eyes open wide, and your heart starts beating faster. "Wh-what... I uhm..." You're not sure what to say.

"Well? You want to be my boyfriend or not?"

"Yeah I do b-b-b-but..."

"B-b-b-but what!?" She mocks with a cruel, venomous tone.

Her roomates all laugh as you stand there awkwardly, stammering.

"I-I...I..."

"Well!? Are we gonna fight or not?"