"Georgina! Georgina! I'm here! Where are you!?" Arianna Grace yelled, a hand over her eyes as she peeked her head into the NXT Women's locker, hoping to shield herself from the filthiness she could hear occurring within. Arianna struggled to contain her disgust, but even worse was the fact that, with all of the screaming, moaning, begging and the like, simply announcing her presence to the woman she was searching for wasn't enough. So, she sucked it up and burst into the locker room, a place she'd done her best to avoid since hopping onto WWE's developmental scene. Typically, she wouldn't be caught dead even casting her classy, sophisticated, lady-like gaze on the lewd, disgusting behavior usually mucking up what could be a very graceful and elegant locker room. But, every occasion has an exception. For Arianna, that exception was Gigi Dolin, the latest in her quest to bring her fellow superstars up to her own beauty and class standards.
See, Gigi's quite beautiful on her own. That much was obvious to anyone with at least a handful of working brain cells and partial vision. But that attitude? Her penchant for partaking in...well, Arianna didn't like to get specific in regards to the filthy women of WWE and NXT. The things Gigi liked to do with her rear-end? Yeah...ew. Needed work. And as NXT's resident beauty queen, it was Arianna's duty to assist in any way she could...even if Gigi didn't want any help.
"What do you want, Arianna?" Gigi asked with a groan, barely visible as the famously fat-assed beauty was already bent over, waiting for that delicious dumper of hers to receive it's regularly scheduled ass fucking. Though sadly, for Gigi's sake, she seemed to be caught between a pair of newer, fresher, more sought after bottoms. And it was obvious by her tone that the former tag-team champion wasn't happy about it.
To her left was the familiar trio of Lyra Valkyria, Tatum Paxley, and the new NXT Women's Champion Roxanne Perez. Essentially, "the main event scene" from the last few months. Though, instead of running things on top, like most champions, The Prodigy was currently busy getting double-bummed by that sweet and psycho duo and, upsettingly to Arianna, loving every second of it.
To Gigi's right was a group of women, all lined up in this order, from the front of the collection to the back: Lash Legend, Jakara Jackson, Kiana James, Blair Davenport, Sol Ruca, and Izzi Dame. Before the line was the action, and another trio. The cutest human firecracker, Thea Hail, NXT's poison, Jacy Jayne, and her protege, Jazmyn Nyx. Though, there was no surprise in regards to who exactly was the bottom between those three. The high-energy Uni student was a born bottom, hell, even Arianna could tell that, even if the fact did disgust her. Though unlike the poor, pathetic Prodigy, Thea was only getting her plump cheeks clapped by one woman, Jacy, while Jazmyn looked on, stroking her lube covered cock as Jayne pumped that pooper and barked informative notes at her mentee.
"Did she just call ye Georgina?" former NXT Women's Champion Lyra Valkyria asked, so confused that she actually pulled her attention away from the euphoric happenings in front of her, that being sharing the asshole of her arch nemesis Roxanne Perez with her psycho goth girlfriend, Tatum Paxley. An occurrence that, unsurprisingly given the state of The Prodigy's booty, had been happening quite a lot recently. Even if Roxanne HAD beaten her at Stand and Deliver for the belt.
"Yeah, she does that...I guess," Gigi confirmed and, naturally, Arianna stepped right over, silently refusing to explain why she insisted on butchering The PAWG Princess' name.
"Well, Georgina," Arianna began bluntly. "I stopped by this little FILTH HOLE to see if you'd be interested in cashing in on your end of the our wager today?" Arianna was of course referring to the bet she and Gigi made, where if Arianna won their match, she'd get to "re-make" Gigi in her image.
"This again?" Gigi asked with a groan. "I told you, I don't want to do it! And you didn't even beat me anyway, so who cares?"
"But Georgina, I WON the match...and you know what they say, right?"
"Yeah, yeah. The referee's decision is final," Gigi mocked, flapping her hand open and closed to mimic the mouth movements. "I'm really sick of hearing that, Grace."
"If ye that bothered by 'er, maybe ye should just keep up yer end, Gigi? Get it over with," Lyra added, naturally in between a sharp, deep thrust into Roxy's prodigious booty, one that had the new, 2-time NXT champ squealing with far more delight than someone of her standard and acumen normally would.
"Yeah, Gigi, just let Arianna class you up a bit," Tatum added in. "I mean, you're such a whore as it now, it wouldn't hurt, would it?"
"See, Georgina? Even your, umm...playmates agree with me! They think you should show some respect for yourself by giving up these filthy habits."
"No we don't," Lyra clarified with another brutal butt pump, poor Roxy shamefully loving every second. "We just mean that 'er whole punk style is feckin' lame and out-dated. Get 'er some new clothes, ye know?"
"Yeah, what do you think we are, stupid?" Tatum asked, filling the hole that her girlfriend made upon pulling out. "We need pieces of ass like Gigi around to keep us interested if...and I MEAN if we ever get tired of Roxanne's perfect booty!"
"Wait, wait!" Roxanne interjected, gripping her plump, tan cheeks as if her life depended on it as both Lyra and Tatum's cocks barreling in and out of her free-use chute. "Y-You're just-ahhh-just kidding, r-right, Mistress Tatum? Mistress Valkyria? Y...You guys won't ever-fuuuuuuuck...you won't actually get t-tired of my fat butt, will ya?"
Lyra, grinning wickedly, pushed Roxanne's hands away, allowing those glorious cheeks to flop down and jiggle about as she clashed into them. Mouth-watering and hypnotic. Roxy's booty, which had already been the source of several hours of pleasure for Valkyria and her psycho girlfriend, was eating up the punishment, and that only became truer once Lyra stopped fighting off the desire to roughly spank those cheeks as well. A quite cathartic feeling, considering all of the shit the little short-stack loved to talk in the ring.
"Nah, bitch, don't worry! It'll be a long time 'til we get tired of ye! Well, for me at least! I don't speak fer Tatum or nothin!"
"Gooodddddd, thank you, Mistress Valkyria!!!" Roxanne cried out, a truly pathetic display that had The Beauty Queen's stomach churning. So much for being a proud champion! All of that time wasted on stupid fights for what? Just got Roxanne to embarrass herself over and over again by getting...you know...defiled by the women who can't seem to beat her.
"This is SO gross," Arianna re-iterated her stance, turning away in disgust; she'd absorbed as much of this nonsense as a classy woman can handle. "Georgina, let's get out of here! C'mon, we've got a lot of daylight left, so there's plenty of time to hit a bunch of stores!"
"What? Shopping? You were being serious? That's really how you want me to keep my word?" Gigi sighed, and shook her orange-haired head. "No thanks. Regardless of what they think, I don't need new clothes. Mine are hella rad. You know, when I do actually wear them?"
Arianna took a deep breath, smiled reassuringly despite the fact that she was still facing away from all of the anal action, and reminded, "I christened you Miss NXT In-Training. I gifted you a sash, just like mine! Did I not?"
"Yeah, so?"
