After everything she's been through in her relatively short but incredibly eventful life, it takes a lot to strike fear in the heart of Alexa Bliss. Horrific eating disorders, bad break-ups, pro wrestling losses and a series of bad hits to the noggin resulting in a pair of nasty concussions mere months apart all had been overcome before the age of thirty. But, of course, that's all without mentioning her backstage history.
Not a lot could scare her enough to stop her dead in her tracks, a cold sweat instantly forming around the small of her back as the words "Lexi, open up! It's Nikki" emanated from the other side of her hotel room door following a loud, belligerent sequence of knocks. Words that she'd been doing her best to avoid hearing since the night they'd worked together to conquer the unconquerable.
Countless phone calls and text messages were ignored, and Alexa was very careful to arrive at Raw just before the show started and leave just after her performance as a way to lessen the chance that she'd run into the woman she guaranteed her asshole to. At least until she found the right opportunity to turn the tables on her suitor, which served as a guarantee that Alexa never really intended on seeing through, but one that Nikki was obviously here to collect on.
Bliss' mind was racing, running a mile a minute and asking a million answerless questions. Why was Nikki so intent on seeing this through? Couldn't she just let it be? How in the Hell did she find her room? All of those and more weighed her down, bringing what was a very heated, intense ass wrecking session between herself and the newly-acquired Legit Boss to a sudden, anti-climatic conclusion.
"Lexi, c'mon, I know you're in there! Open up!" Cross bellowed again, this time her thick Scottish accent sounding more forceful and agitated. Alexa didn't dare utter a single word, trying her best impression of a statue, mostly out of fear, but a small part of her was frozen instinctively. The skin on her forehead became matted with sweat, her heart pumping faster than a horse's legs on race day.
Obviously, she knew her cover wouldn't last forever. But Alexa, in an example of casual immaturity, wanted to believe that maybe, if she stayed completely silent, then Nikki would give up and leave. And ultimately she would've, if it wasn't for Sasha and her greedy, broken little anal-addicted asshole.
You see, Sasha wasn't quite so clued in on the situation between her Goddess and Ronda Rousey's #1 backstage affiliate. In her eyes, the two were practically partners in crime, as evidenced by their cohesiveness in attempting and succeeding in breaking her, evidence of that glorious night strapped firmly around her neck in the form of a sparkly pink collar, a large letter B emblazon on the front. So "B The Legit Butt Bitch" had no idea why Alexa had stopped slamming her asshole the second she heard Nikki's voice from beyond the comfort of her hotel room, or why she'd been frozen for upwards of a minute.
What she did know, however, was that she wanted to continue getting her butt pounded; not only did clearing this up increase the chances that Lexi would pick up the pace again, but, fingers crossed, presented the opportunity for Sasha's first official double-anal as broken bitch. Which was something she'd been chomping at the bit to experience.
Hell, two huge cocks tearing her asshole apart simultaneously and NOT having to pretend that she hated it was a glorious dream that had kept her awake at night. So, thanks to Sasha's failure to read the room, as well as her selfish desire to see and feel her fantasy fulfilled, you can probably understand why she suddenly burst out, "Come in, the door's unlocked!"
Lexi's eyes widened; she shot her arm out, clasping her hand over her mouthy bitch's maw but it was too late. The deed had already been done, the secret revealed. Lexi, typically used to staying in classy, more modern hotels with rooms only accessible by keycard, was now paying the price for allowing her bimbo whore to make the decision for her. Doubly so, considering that same bimbo whore both failed to lock the door behind her on the way in and revealed that secret to the predator beckoning from the other side.
Alexa, shifting between seething anger and overwhelming fear, watched as the intruder silently opened the door, calmly and casually revealing herself to the pair comfortably inside the room already. As she took one step past the threshold, a large, sadistic grin shot across her face and, in that very moment, a woman so small in stature that even Alexa herself was taller than, looked like a giant.
Scrambling in an attempt to mask her fear, Alexa returned to pounding the Boss's slutty butthole, the once proud, ground-breaking superstar melting in a sea of pleasure every time The Goddess's thighs smacked against her meaty ass cheeks. To complete the facade, as well as flex her skills at thinking on her feet, Alexa quickly studied Nikki's expression and matched it with an almost exact copy to appear as sure and as confident as ever. Unfortunately, her suitor wasn't buying it.
"I see you're having some fun with your newest pet, Lexi. The pet that I helped you claim. Remember that? When you asked me to help you in exchange for your -"
"God, please don't say it!" Lexi interrupted, a pathetic bashfulness dripping from every word. A weakness that, in turn, infuriated the Goddess to no end, ultimately leading to her taking said anger out on Sasha's asshole with stronger, more honed-in thrusts that focused on hitting Banks' deepest spots. Taking it a step further, Bliss grabbed both of Sasha's arms and pulled them back, yanking the helpless bitch into each thrust and adding an extra bit of force in the process.
Lexi pummeled Sasha's broken, busted backdoor with every ounce of force her tiny body could muster. Long, devastating thrusts sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout The Boss's tight and toned frame, as proven by the way her juicy ass, her body's only area seemingly not sculpted from stone, erratically jiggled this way and that.
"Lexi, you promised me that-"
Again, Alexa interrupted, "I said don't say it damnit!"
"Your ass, Lex. You promised me your sweet bubble butt, and you know it. As you can imagine, I'm here to collect." Alexa felt her heart drop to the very bottom of her chest, the only ounce of relief coming in the form of Sasha and her total ignorance to the world around her thanks to the endless amount of pleasure throttling her entire body, second after second. Nikki continued, "I've been trying to call and text you for weeks but I never got an answer. I tried looking for you at Raw, but you were nowhere to be found. Now, why is that?"
Lexi, still pounding B's forbidden hole but shifting her main focus to the conversation, took a deep breath and then answered, "I...I know what I promised you Nikki. I'll be honest...I was ignoring you because I never..." she trailed, her mind stumbling to find the right words for a verbal escape route. "Because I never intended on giving you my ass."
Revealing the truth wasn't the most ideal plan, but it was all that came to mind. But, her pondering wasn't all for naught. "You see, I wanted your help breaking B, which finally gave me the confidence I needed to become the alpha! I feel stronger than ever now! So, I can't give you my ass, nor did I ever have any intention of doing so. But umm, you uhh... I'll give you B! Yeah, you can have this bitch! I don't need her, really, I just needed to break her. So, she's yours to do with whatever you please. Go ahead, use her, abuse her, hand her over to Ronda, you can even tell that MMA bitch where you got her from, I don't care."
The room suddenly fell under an icy silence; mid-explanation, Lexi lost focus and, in turn, ceased the movement of hips, bringing Sasha's moans and the clapping of her fat booty to a close with a hearty shudder stretching across the entirety of her fit body. Lexi's heart began to pump even faster than before as she anxiously awaited Nikki's response to her bullshit clarification. Truthfully it wasn't all that believable, and Alexa knew it. But, smarter girls than Nikki had fallen to dumber explanations to strange situations before, so maybe, just maybe, she'd buy it? Upwards of a minute later, the Goddess finally got her answer.
"Alright..." Nikki stated, a smile briefly brewing across Bliss' naturally gorgeous face before the brunette continued, "counter-offer."
Cautiously, Alexa asked, "Yeah?", returning to the current task at hand, slamming the entirety of her cock deep into Sasha's shit pipe, the purple-haired Legit princess gleefully crying at the re-arrival of her favorite pastime, her butt easily gobbling up all of Alexa's shaft being proof of such.
Nikki, ignoring Sasha's pathetically euphoric reaction, replied, "In exchange for my services in helping you break the "unbreakable" Sasha Banks, I'll take her off your hands-"
"Deal! Where do I sign?" Little Miss Bliss jumped in, Nikki throwing her hand up in response to ensure the tiny blonde princess that she'd yet to finish.
