WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence.
Featuring: Eve Torres (WWE).
Miss Torres Makes A Man
A WWE erotic story
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In late Summer of 2012, following a live event by the world leader in sports entertainment the WWE, the current Assistant to the Smackdown General Manager as well as being a fully fledged WWE Diva herself, the beautiful but manipulative Eve Torres is stepping out of a limousine as she finishes checking her cell phone. She is clad in professional attire of a red shirt that hugs nicely to her thick ass, a black blouse with a black top underneath that nicely shows off her large, rounded chest, and topped off with high heels and stylish, black glasses.
As she approaches the hotel where she'll be staying the night, she's suddenly and rudely pushed aside by a blonde woman in a far less than classy dress. "Watch it! Bride to be coming through!" The blonde yells, dragging an attractive and handsome, but sheepish looking man with short hair who must be the soon-to-be husband of the blonde, who mouths "sorry!" to her as he's pulled into the hotel.
Narrowing her eyes, she glares at the couple and grits her teeth for a moment. "We'll see about that bitch..." The often vengeful Diva states as she looks to the hotel room staff who is unloading the limo. "Let me take that bag... I'll need to... Settle something that just came up... Have the rest taken up to my room in about an hour or so." Eve states, and the staff man nods and allows her to take the travel case that she pulls behind her entering the hotel.
Letting her calculating manner take over, she surveys her targets as she easily slips into the usual hotel hustle, checking in but eavesdropping on the same couple as they stand just next to her.
"No! You aren't going out with "the boys" on some dumb last night of freedom! You're gonna go and stay in your damn room while me and the girls hit the town in an hour or so!" The bitchy blonde rants to the man who is just standing with a look that shows he's heard this all before.
"Yes, yes darling..." The man weakly says, offering no resistance.
Smirking, Eve watches the blonde storm off towards a separate elevator while the fiance far more slowly heads towards the other one. By the time her check in has finished, the blonde has long gone, but the man has just pushed the button to call the elevator, giving the slyly smirking Torres all the time to come up behind unnoticed, already with a plan in mind of revenge and entering the same lift as he does. When the doors close, he reaches to press a floor button but instead she grabs his wrist, making him pull back as she presses a button for her floor.
"What a shame... What a shame indeed..." Eve says, staring at him through her glasses.
"Uh, I'm sorry?" The quite handsome and nicely toned looking man, wearing casual trousers and a shirt apologizes, even though he doesn't know what, if anything, he's done wrong.
"You should be! I mean, being with that... Thing? Your future wife? Some gutter dwelling trash? A mouthy little bitch of a girl?" She badmouths the blonde from before, making him squirm on the spot.
"Ummmm... Well, she... I mean, she's really..." He mumbles weakly, but is soon made to gasp when forcefully she reaches forward and grabs him by the balls through his trousers.
"She's a dumb fucking bitch! A little girl playing dress up in a real woman's world... My world..." Torres states in a commanding tone as she squeezes his package. "And you... You look like a weak little shit of a boy in a world supposed to be filled with men!"