This story is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. Yes, this is a resubmit, I made some spelling errors and other minor edits, as well as removing the "Ch.1" from the title. Re-enjoy :)
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Women in the WWE have come a long way in the last few years. They've gone from no-talent models to respected women grapplers, from being viewed as bathroom break material, to the main events of PPV specials, and most importantly, from Divas to Superstars.
The change didn't happen overnight, though. It took years before the women superstars would be viewed at least somewhat equally to the men, thanks in no small part, to Sasha Banks. Sasha's matches in 2014-2015 with the likes of Charlotte Flair and Bayley, down in NXT, set the standard for women's wrestling going forward. As you could probably guess, she gained quite a following.
Yes, "The Boss" had many fans, but her biggest fan of all, was a man named Myles Carter. Myles was a slightly older gentleman, and took care of himself very well. He was well built, stood around six feet tall, with salt and pepper hair. The area of life he excelled in the most, however, was his career. Myles was a lawyer, so you could assume that he does very well for himself.
Myles was, as previously stated, Sasha Banks' biggest fan. Unlike most of the world, though, Myles had not grown fond of her because of her in-ring barn burners. Myles liked Sasha because he believed that she was the sexiest thing he'd ever laid eyes on. Ever since the first time he saw her, at NXT Takeover: R-Evolution, he couldn't help but get hard from watching her. It was everything about her, from her milk chocolate skin, to the way she carried herself as the Boss. But, Myles especially loved the way her beautiful ass bounced around as she took the bumps like the world class athlete she was.
Over the last few years, Myles love for Sasha had grown almost to an obsessive level, and he just couldn't take it anymore. He needed to see her, and more importantly, he absolutely needed to fuck her.
That's when Myles came up with the perfect plan to get to Sasha: he would pay her any amount of money she desired. Myles was a rich man, and surely she would do whatever he wanted with the right kind of money on the table.
Myles Carter had the money to go through with his plan, now, he just had to find a way to talk to Sasha. Of course, he thought logically, and began to search the web for a Sasha Banks meet and greet. The only one he could find was in Pasadena, CA, which unfortunately for Myles, was a long way away from Brooklyn, NY, also known as his home. "No big deal," Myles thought, as spared no expense to make sure that he got to California safe and sound.
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It had been a week since Myles' plan had fully come together, and now that he had made it Pasadena, just one day before the meet and greet, it was time that he compose his letter that he would slip to the Boss. It detailed his proposal to her, as well as his phone number. After finishing the letter, Myles decided to get a good night's sleep.
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Myles had been waiting for just over two hours when he finally made it to the front of the line. Now, he stood face to face with the Boss herself.
"Hello" Sasha said politely, whilst offering out her hand.
"Uhhhh...hi, Miss Banks", he replied nervously while shaking her soft hand. Myles trembled from her touch.
"Ummm are you okay" She asked.
"Yeah, yeah I'm...I'm fine...I...I'm just a little nervous."
"Oh, there's no reason to be nervous around me. So, do you have anything you want me to sign?"
"No, no, I just need you to read this." Myles reached in the front pocket of his blue jeans and pulled out the letter he had written beforehand. He handed the folded stationery to the Boss. As she unfolded it, Myles took off, leaving Sasha with a confused look on her face. Though his acts were puzzling, Sasha decided to give the note a look, as slowly unfolded it. She was a bit surprised by what she had found; within the text was a very explicit description of what Myles would promised to do to her, how much money he was willing to pay, as well as his cell phone number. As Sasha read how Myles planned to make her cum harder than ever before, among other things, her pussy began to moisten. It turns out Sasha Banks was absolutely desperate to be fucked!
"What are the odds?" She thought to herself as she greeted the young fan that stood in front of her. You see, it had been a long time since Sasha's husband fucked her like she deserved to be. In fact, it had been nearly six months since Sasha had come hard, and here she saw an offer to be fucked like a cheap slut, and make a lot of money doing it.
Sasha didn't have really have to wrack her brain over the decision. When she was done playing baby face for these filthy brats, she would call the number on the letter and, hopefully, be banged like a filthy whore; like a Boss.
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Roughly two hours had passed since Myles attended the Sasha Banks Meet and Greet, and he began to grow wary of the situation. She was yet to contact him and was worried that he may have scared her away. Perhaps he had come on too strong.
Just as his worry grew more severe, his phone rang. Myles, without hesitation, answered the phone. Sasha was on the other end.
"Hello, is this Myles Carter?" Myles immediately recognized the voice on the other end. A newfound confidence came with the sound of her voice.
"Yes, I'm Myles. And you're Sasha Banks. Since you called me, I'm assuming that you're willing to take me up on little offer."
"I'll do it on one condition." Sasha exclaimed.
"Oh, and what would that be, baby?"
"I'll only do it, if you promise to make me cum harder than I ever have before."
"Trust me, beautiful, I we do this...I WILL make you cum as HARD as... and as MANY TIMES as you want." Hearing those words nearly made Sasha cum in her pants.
"Ok, well where should I meet you." Sasha asked, while connecting her phone to the AUX so she could rub her soaking wet vagina. Myles could hear her faint moans through the phone connection.
"I'm staying at the hotel on 42nd Street. Room 206. And by the way...you might want to save that first orgasm. It'll be way better with MY fingers inside of you." As Sasha was again teased with a huge orgasm, she quickly pulled her hand out of her leggings, almost instinctively sucking her fingers.
"I'll see you when you get here, baby." Myles said seductively, before hanging up the phone. With the conversation over, Sasha booked it to 42nd Street, as the need to cum grew and grew with every passing second.
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By the time she arrived at the hotel, Sasha Banks cunt was aching; she was desperate for attention. She rushed through the lobby and to the elevator. Sasha pressed the number two on the elevator panel; toiling with her long, purple hair, making sure she looked presentable to the man that awaited her.
Myles sat on the edge of his bed, awaiting the arrival of what he very much considered his prize. To left of him lay a plastic bag filled with about $10,000. The hotel room was completely silent; the only noise coming from the AC unit as it blasted cold air throughout the hotel room until it turned itself off. Myles continued waiting for another minute until he heard a loud knock coming from the door in the other room. He rushed to the door and opened it, not surprised by who he saw on the other side.
As expected, it was the Boss Sasha Banks. Myles pulled her in for a deep kiss before picking her up. Her long, sexy legs wrapped around his torso, Myles carried Sasha to the bed in the other room, exchanging saliva the whole way there. Still high on confidence, Myles tossed her onto the bed, eliciting a look of surprise and a whimper of passion from Sasha Banks. She looked to her side and noticed bag filled with thousands upon thousands of dollars.
"Is this all for me?" Sasha asked seductively.
