*I am not affiliated with WWE. This story, and series, is fiction. This story exists in a parallel universe, the same universe that Chapters 1 through 9 take place in, and did not happen. While real WWE ring names are used in this series, a different name is used for the fed, because a different roster exists in it. I did not know that there was an independent company called BCW when I began this series, so this is obviously unaffiliated with that as well.*
*author's note- I wanted to state this to avoid any confusion, the beginning of this chapter includes time-jumps. Wanted to clarify that since it's the first time I've used them. (Chapter 4 involved time-travel, but was still told linearly). Flash-backs are marked with <<<, and Flash-forwards are marked with >>>.
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If you've stayed in enough hotels in your life, you're bound to have a couple nights where you're awoken unmistakable sounds of pleasure from a neighboring room. If the love-makers are having enough fun that they could be heard through the wall, then hey, good for them.
What is extremely rare, however, was when you could hear said sounds coming from, not a room neighboring yours to your left or right, but from a room *above* yours. Someone had to be really getting it really, really good for their moans to pass through the floor of their room, the ceiling of the room below, and down towards the occupants of said room...
...Or was it 'someone's? This room's one occupant was curious. Why was she so curious? Because she was 99% sure she was accidentally picking up her co-workers having a very, very nice night.
The rooms in this hotel in Kansas City were aligned a little different than your regular hotel rooms. Not quite a full luxury suite, but a little more square footage than the average room, the bathrooms being behind the bedroom of the room, instead of in between the bed(s) and the door.
...That lone occupant, whose sleep had been disrupted, was one of BCW's backstage interviewers, Cathy Kelley, an ungodly-cute brunette with a secretly great body, and a sense of humor to go along. She got out of bed, and, as a means of investigating, walked into her room's bathroom, to see if she could hear the same noises. It was quiet there, but she was still curious, so she climbed up on the toilet to get her ears close to the ceiling.
That's when she could hear the same sounds, although, they were less distinct than when she was in her bed. They might've been less distinct, because she thinks she heard the moans of ecstasy coming from two different women. For as hard to distinguish as it was, she could tell that the three moans belonged to three different women.
Now, the journalist in her made her even more excitedly curious. And brought her to a hypothesis- Are the women that she covers, really, really close with each other? If it was true, she had enough journalistic integrity to never tell anyone. But, if it was true, it was a very fun secret to hold onto.
Cathy went back into her bed, the sounds were quiet enough that she couldn't make out who it was, but loud enough that she couldn't fall asleep. She could've easily drowned out the noise if she put on music or a podcast, but that would keep her awake as well.
There'd be moments where this mystery woman's/ women's sounds would die down, but even then, Cathy wouldn't fall asleep, likely due to the adrenaline from the bit of investigating she just did. Then it picked back up again. She knew that she's usually in the same block of rooms as the women on the roster when they're on the road. She had no way of knowing for sure if her roster-mates were having sex. She wouldn't find anything wrong with that, and was actually intrigued, very intrigued.
Why could she hear multiple women's voices coming from two different rooms? In the room next to the one above her, she definitely heard more than one woman getting their brains fucked out. But above, her she definitely heard at least one woman's moans, and other female voices... shouting encouragement? Was whatever was happening being forced upon someone? Was it some sort of game? There was a Pay-Per-View the next day, so it wasn't like anyone had to be somewhere super early in the day tomorrow, but how long would it go on for?
Definitely long enough for Cathy to start speculating who it might be. She didn't feel like getting up again to hear the room next to the one above her. But the one above her, the voice sounded a little deeper, Charlotte, she guessed. Was it Kaitlyn? Was it the new girl, Eva Marie, the smoking hot redhead yet to debut? Now she was trying to pick up if it was American or foreign seeing if she could rule out Paige, Becky or Emma, but again, she really couldn't tell.
Yes, she'd keep this a secret. Just like she'd keep a secret how uncontrollably fixated on the mystery Cathy was... Fixated, and turned on by it...
Never mind the fact that she considered herself heterosexual, she was way too professional to be interviewing someone and wonder what they were like in the bedroom. But now, not in their professional environment, hearing what one, two, or three of said subjects may sound like in the bedroom, got her hot.
In a few moments, half-asleep, Cathy would wonder not why she was thinking about the women she works with having sex, but why she was now touching herself to the thought of the women of BCW having sex with each other.
Shamefully, it was true. As long as Cathy could hear the sounds above her, she lightly fingered herself, her legs moving around on the bed. She tried to tell herself that it wasn't like she was fantasizing about the roster, but more just trying to solve a mystery. Getting clarity of a story journalistically.
As she started to finger herself a little harder, she couldn't shut off the directions her brain was going in. She wished she hadn't tried to deduce who it was. But now she couldn't make her thought processes go backwards. She couldn't convince herself that her hands were *just* continuing her investigation. She found her mind shuffling through dozens of combinations of women on the roster. She didn't even know if it would be more or less awkward if she could keep her brain on two people rather than working itself through the whole roster.
It was like the inverse of scoring a movie. She had a soundtrack above her, and her mind set a visual for it. Occasionally she found herself completely stopping and briefly drifting off to sleep, then she'd hear another noise. Or she thought she had and it was just ringing in her mind. She was going to be anxious about being professional with the women she interviewed after tonight. After her brain made her guess who above her might be in between whose legs, who might be touching whose body where, how did they luck into someone who was such a screamer, and make them scream as loudly as there were.
All of a sudden she could now hear three, four, maybe even five women's almost porn-like moans. Her hand was still up her own cunt, while her mind continued its guessing; wanting to match faces to voices, how many people were involved, and... lastly... right before Cathy came on her fingers... where would *she* fit into the equation, if she was up there?...
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