It was late. Too late in Bayley's eyes for someone to be knocking on her hotel room door. To say she was unhappy that someone was in fact knocking on her door at this ungodly hour would be an understatement. She'd been too lazy to dress up for bed after her hour-long shower so Bayley had to scramble around to find a suitable robe the hotel supplied; A simple, luxurious, comfortable black robe that ended at her mid-thigh and rested just below her butt to show off a tantalizing amount of leg for anyone lucky enough to see her like this.
She threw open the door ready to scream at whoever it was but instead her rage turned to curiosity. Leaning her body against the doorframe and smirking. "Well, well, well. You decided to finally come out of your cave I see. At least you knocked. So, what's the big scary Man doing at my door?"
Becky's eyes shifted from the ground to Bayley's face and she peered left and right down the hall in case anyone else was up at this hour. "Can I come in?"
Bayley raised an eyebrow but stepped aside and silently invited the Irish wrestler inside. "If you don't mind making this quick. I'm tired so my patience is low. You've got thirty seconds to get my attention before I throw you out."
To her surprise Becky didn't say a word and instead, offered her a crisp white envelope with no marking on it to give any hint of its content.
"A note? Is this high school?"
"Just read the damn thing ya dope." Becky said with a roll of the eyes.
Bayley chuckled at Becky's irritation and focused on opening the envelope. Taking her time to carefully tear it open and pull out the folded-up page inside. Dramatically flipping it open and reaching for her glasses just to annoy Becky a little more.
'Just a little present since you've got nothing going on at Mania. Have fun.'
That was all there was to the note. Bayley searched for anything else- a signature, a marking, anything to give some context to these words. "What the hell is this?" Bayley asked as she took her eyes off the paper and back onto the redhead across from her. Any further question stopping in her mouth at the sight of Becky shrugging out of her leather jacket to reveal a lacy emerald bra underneath. "Well... You have my attention now."
Becky rolled her eyes again and carefully folded her leather jacket over a chair back. "Good fer me."
"Hey, you don't get to act all annoyed when you're the one coming into my hotel room, and stripping." Bayley pouted.
Becky's hands stopped on her jeans button. "I can stop if you'd prefer."
Bayley contemplated for a moment before a smirk took over her lips and she tapped the note against the palm of her hand. "But can you? I've seen enough of your chicken scratch over the years to know this isn't your writing. I don't think you have a choice in the matter."
Bayley grinned when Becky's eye twitched and gave it away. "Yer an ass."
"I've been told." Bayley said as she walked over to sit on the edge of her bed. Purposefully crossing her legs slowly and delighting in the way Becky's eyes danced up and down her thighs. "Finish up then. I'm not going to wait all night for a tease show."
Becky scowled to keep up the pretense before she slowly pushed the tight denim down her legs and stepped out of them to leave her standing there in nothing but her matching lacey, green lingerie. "Happy?"
"Indifferent." Bayley lied with a smile as she twirled her finger around. "Give me a spin. Show me my present." Becky followed her words and did a slow spin to show off her body to the greedy eyes on the bed. "Walk over to the desk, and bend over. Palms flat on the table."
Bayley was pleased when Becky followed her instructions without argument. The movement and bending over causing her lace boy shorts to sneak up her backside and show off the peachy bottoms of her cheeks. "This good enough?"
"Let me inspect first. Wouldn't want you to think I'm lazy and not thorough." Bayley said in a serious tone. Getting up off the bed and slowly walking towards the redhead. Part of her was still confused on how or why this was happening, but Bayley wasn't dumb enough to question it. Not with this view. Her hands sneaking down to tap her fingers up Becky's thighs and all the way up her spine to undo the back of her bra. "Turn around, stand up and take it off so I can continue my inspection."
Becky complied and let Bayley's eyes roam down to the perky, dusky pink nipples atop her breasts. The chill of the room and the fire of Bayley's gaze causing the nipples to tighten like they were begging to be touched.
"Very good. Am I allowed to ask questions about this?" Bayley asked. Dipping her mouth down to suck Becky's left nipple into her mouth and let her teeth graze the point lightly enough for Becky to crave more.