I'm well aware that Debra McMichael-Williams probably doesn't act like this in real life, but hey, I can dream can't I?
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John opened his eyes sleepily, he was in the back of his truck. The last thing that he remembered was talking to Stephanie. Unsteadily, he sat up, glancing at the clock. 12:30 PM. He had slept for a few more hours, and now wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep. He reached into the driving area, grabbing his pants, and pulling them on. He reached into his bag, removing a tee shirt, putting that on. He slid his shoes on, and walked into the arena. He shuffled towards the catering room, famished from the previous day's, and present day's, activities. He ran into some of the crew guys, they advised him to stay in the building, and help them for a bit. He agreed, and began helping them load pieces of the ring barricade, ring itself, and floor mats from his truck. They did this for a few hours, until they had the arena set up, for the most part. They all decided to break for some drinks and things, making their way to the back. John noticed a few people that he had never seen before, and asked one of the ring crew guys. "Oh, they are all here because they have backstage passes," the guy said, adding, "most of them are just marks that follow the ladies around, begging for something, even though it'll never happen." John agreed when he saw some of the guys, they were scrawny, ugly weirdoes. John broke away from the group for a bit, they told him to set some stuff up in the lockerrooms. John agreed, and set off to find Stephanie, Trish, or Torrie, hoping to get laid again. That's when he heard the sound.
He heard a scream, and the sound of somebody being slapped in the face. John followed the noise, it took him to a locker room, with the door shut. He figured that it was some kind of kinky action, so he left well enough alone. Then he heard a voice. A southern accent then screamed, "Get your fucking hands off of me!" John knocked on the door before turning the knob and pushing the door open to see a blonde woman, on her back on a couch, her arms struggling with someone larger than her. John ran over, grabbing the guy by the waist and throwing him off of the woman. The guy got up and ran away, leaving John standing there. The woman began to cry, hugging John and burying her face into his chest. John saw a man run up to the doorway, a bald man, very muscular. "Debra!" The man yelled, "What happened?" She pulled away from John, running towards the man, who John recognized. Steve Austin. John had seen him on some TV show before and recognized him. Steve glared at John, obviously thinking that John had done something to the woman, who John figured was his wife. Steve started to inch closer to John, until Debra stopped him, sobbing out the whole story, and how John threw the guy off. Steve walked up to John, extending his hand, "Thanks for helping her out, man. Do you know what the guy looked like?" John nodded, and went about describing this poor bastard who was about to have his throat ripped out. Steve again thanked John, instructing him to stay there in the dressing room until he got back. Debra wasn't crying anymore, but she was holding her face in her hands, drying her eyes. John, unable to do anything else, gazed at what he had in front of him.
Debra was sitting on a chair, her legs crossed. John gaped at her legs, even through the shiny, black leather pants, he could see that her legs were muscular. He ran his eyes up and down her body, as he walked up to the chair next to her. This provided John with a wonderful view of her breasts. They looked to John to be very large, curvy orbs on her chest, jiggling with her whimpers. John reached his arm around her, comforting her, and at the same time, stealing a look down her v neck shirt, eyeing her lacy, white bra. After a few awkward minutes, John spoke, "Are you OK, Debra? Can I call you Debra?"
"She pulled her face from her hands, and softly said, "yes, and yes." John laughed, caught off guard by her somewhat queer joke, but wanting to make her feel better. He squeezed her shoulder with his hand, and she reached her hand up, caressing his hand. "Whoa," John thought. Debra pulled away from John, standing up on her own, and walking towards her bag. John waited with baited breath, as he watched her pull out, a tissue. "What the hell am I thinking?" John asked himself, "I have no shot in hell of nailing her, Steve will be back any minute now and I will go on my way." Debra dabbed at her eyes with the tissue, walking back to her chair next to John, sitting back down. They made small talk for a few minutes, John got the whole story out of her, without her sobbing uncontrollably. Debra actually began to lighten up a bit, joking around with John a bit. John was simply getting her to talk so that he could look at her gorgeous body. After a few minutes of small talk, Debra's voice quieted to a whisper, and she turned her head to each side before she spoke, giving John the body language that she was about to tell him a secret. She whispered, "Listen, I know that I hardly know you, but I feel that I should re-pay you," Debra said, her eyes fixated on John's. John began to blurt out that she didn't have to, he was more than happy to help her. Debra reached her hand towards John's mouth, putting her finger over his mouth, shutting him up. "Quiet now," she said, standing up and walking towards the door.
John ogled at her ass as she walked towards the door, watching it sway side-to-side. He watched and heard her lock the door, pressing her back to the door, her eyes now fixed on John. John mumbled out, "We're going to get caught, he's gonna be back any minute."
"No he won't," Debra said, "Steve will eventually run in to somebody he knows and forget about the whole ordeal," she added, as she began to walk towards John, her hands running through her hair, smoothing it over. John's eyes were engrossed on Debra's breasts, as they looked to be a large size, contained in her "Austin 3:16" tight, v-neck shirt. Debra reached her chair, sitting down, and began to massage John's leg, leaning her head in to meet his. Their lips touched, sending chills down John's spine, causing him to stiffen up, pushing Debra's head away. "We need to stop," John said, hardly believing the words coming out of his mouth. "You're just a little tense, that's all," Debra said, "maybe this will help." With that, she stood up, grabbing the bottom of her shirt and raising it above her head, and off, revealing her huge breasts encased in a lacy, frilly white bra, her ample cleavage causing John to gasp. Debra slowly sat down on John's lap, her enormous breasts directly in his face. John, as would any self-respecting male, eased his head towards her breasts. He reached up with his right hand, pulling her left bra cup down, exposing her nipple. Her nipple was red, quite hard and looked inviting. He lowered his head, sucking her nipple into his mouth, feeling it harden even more, a small moan escaping Debra's lips, she pulled her other bra cup down, exposing her right breast, grabbing his head and pulling his mouth away from her left breast and on to her right. John took her right nipple in his mouth, his hand reaching up and squeezing her left breast. Debra again let out a small moan, her breath raggedly escaping her lipsticked mouth. John grabbed the sides of each breast, squeezing them together, his mouth going from one nipple to the other at an alarming rate. Debra groaned, and pulled John's head away from her breasts, standing back up. She reached behind her back, unhooking her bra, letting it fall to the floor. John's pants were now becoming very uncomfortable, as his cock was pressing against the fabric of his pants. He thought that he was going to break the zipper when he saw her lower to knees and begin crawling towards him. John closed his eyes, leaning his head back as he heard and felt his zipper get lowered, he felt his pants get lowered to his ankles, followed by his boxer briefs. However, nothing could prepare him for what was about to happen.
