Cathy Kelley hadn't been at her job with WWE very long when the idea to do a Facebook Live video exploring the WWE warehouse was broached to her.
"I'll do it," she quickly replied when asked about it, thinking it was the perfect opportunity to make some new fans and have me fun on the job, all while learning a little bit herself about WWE history.
That's where I came in.
I had been interning at the WWE for a little longer than Cathy had been at her job, but I had wanted the smoking hot brunette from the first time I had seen her from afar.
On the day that we were to do the broadcast, I arrived to the warehouse early to assume my duties as the cameraman for the shoot, but I found myself increasingly distracted from those duties the minute Cathy walked in wearing a tight black shirt and even tighter jean shorts that didn't leave a whole lot to the imagination.
"I wouldn't mind exploring her body after we're done exploring the warehouse," I thought to myself as I stared at her amazing legs and nice, round ass, a familiar voice breaking me from my thoughts about her.
"Hey there. I'm Cathy. Nice to meet you. I was told to talk to you because the actual archivist is taking a sick day and you are the only other person here who knows enough about this stuff to get a good video out of it," she told me as she introduced herself, prompting me to do my best to cover up the growing bulge in my pants as I carried on a conversation with her.
"Okay...I don't know why I wasn't notified of that...but I'm sure we can make it work Cathy. Name's John, by the way," I told her as I extended my hand to her, the guy who would now be doing the recording picking up her phone to start recording.
"And we're live..." he told us after he got through counting us down, Cathy beginning with her introduction and then introducing me as the stand-in archivist, before apologizing to me for putting me on the spot with such short notice.
"It's no problem Cathy. Now if you'll come with me," I told her as I motioned her towards some of the more historic pieces in the warehouse, hoping my wording didn't come off as blatantly overt as I thought it did.
"You know, since Money in the Bank is coming up, why don't we take a look at some of the old briefcases the winners used?" Cathy asked me as we walked further and further into the warehouse, finally coming up on the collection of cases.
"Now be careful Cathy. I'm holding this briefcase, which means I might "cash in" on you at any time," I teased her, clearly flirting with her in front of however many people were watching the live stream as Cathy giggled and tried to regain her composure.
"Well...I mean if you really think you could handle me..." she flirtatiously answered me back, half to the camera and half to me, before both of us remembered where we were and regained our senses long enough to continue the tour of the warehouse.
From that moment on, she seemed as interested in me as I was in her, but I wouldn't dare tempt fate by coming onto her again while the cameras were still rolling, so I settled for flirting with her every now and then in a way that made everyone see sparks were flying between us.
But as soon as the video was done we were left alone, things kept heating up between us.
"Boy you got a lot of nerve hitting on me like that. Especially when I was just doing my job," she told me, playfully slugging me as I mentally drooled over her long legs and imagined myself fucking the hole that was hidden between them.
"Well how about I hit on you now, since you're done doing your job? Cause I can think of something else I'd like to explore while I'm in here..." I whispered to her as I leaned into her, rubbing her arm and copping a feel of her tits.
"Keep your hands to yourself mister," she playfully told me as she pushed me away, letting me get a couple of good squeezes in before doing so.
"But I'd much rather they were on you. And I'd also like to have something else of mine IN you," I told her, making her blush at the thought of a guy coming onto her so aggressively.
