The characters in the story speak Japanese, their words have been translated to their intended English meaning.
Chapter 1: The Desire of a Genius
July 2022, Exact Date Unknown
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In front of a converted former warehouse in downtown Tokyo, Io Shirai, the WWE wrestler who would soon go by the name Iyo Sky, unlocked the front door of the building she co-owned and stepped in. A tall white man named Ezra, her business and romantic partner, greeted her as she entered the building and kicked off her black boots. Eagerly, the wrestler hugged and kissed her partner before leading him to the couch and sitting him down, ready to share some news.
"WWE has made some changes and they want me back!" she exclaimed as she sat down next to him, resting her bare legs across his jeans-covered lap. "I'm returning at Summerslam!"
"But what about...you know, us?" Ezra asked, running his hand up her thigh until his fingers found her tight pair of black shorts. "We spent the last few months building this up."
"You don't have to worry about that," she said. "COVID restrictions are lessened enough that I can make some more trips back and forth from here to the States than before. You are going to stay here and make sure things run smoothly while I can use my connections to grow everything."
"But Io, I have...ya know, needs," he said, his finger tickling at her prominent cameltoe.
"Well, you know how we had that agreement that we wouldn't 'play' with the merchandise?" she asked, leaning forward until their lips were less than an inch apart. "Consider that null and void. As long as you are nice to the girls, you can do whatever you want."
While the couple began a passionate hookup on the sofa, several feet below them sat their large basement. During the day, it was quiet and nearly empty but once the sun went down, the big room was filled with various wrestlers from the joshi wrestling scene. This was not just a standard basement beneath the warehouse but instead it was a large mini-resort that extended beneath several other formerly abandoned warehouses. The other buildings could access 'The Basement', but only after Ezra and Io purchased them as well.
Ezra had moved to Japan several years prior after attaining a massive amount of wealth through smart investments. It had always been his dream to leave the outskirts of Montreal, Quebec and relocate to a major international city. His original plans saw him moving to London, but it was a chance encounter with Ms. Shirai at an airport in Detroit that began the series of events that saw the two build their empire.
The question on every mind is 'what benefit is there to this 'Basement'? While the joshi wrestlers got to spend their free time in an area that sported a full gym, a large pool and restaurant-quality meals, it did come at a price, that being their bodies. Every wrestler that lived in 'The Basement' was required to service any and all customers that Ezra and/or Io allowed downstairs.
While this all may sound sketchy, it was unlike any other situation that came with that specific price. There was no coercion or forcing of anybody that resided in 'The Basement'. The girls could come and go at their own pleasure and while the argument could be made that a large payment does not exactly bring full consent to the table, for those that choose to take it, they are fully bought-in. Io had grown up in a rough, aggressive era of wrestling in Japan and had made it her life's mission to change the industry for the better. It was a strange path to get there but the fruits of her labor were showing.
What just a few months ago started as a few of Io's closest friends, Kairi Sane and Mayu Iwatani, through connections of those two, 'The Basement' was up to nearly fifteen women living and working there around their wrestling schedule. Many men and women funneled in and out, and very few were ever disappointed. The quality of customers only strengthened the relationship between the girls and their bosses. Several wanted to 'thank' Ezra in their own special way but Io was always there to stop it. As long as she was present, Ezra was hers and only hers.
Over the previous months, it was seeming less and less likely that Io would be returning to WWE. A foot injury had kept her away but the writing was on the wall beforehand. The brand she wrestled for, NXT, had undergone a massive change from being wrestling-centric, which played to her strengths, to entertainment-based, which was difficult for the woman who had not quite mastered the English language enough for her boss at the time's liking. Conversations were had and she was ready to fully return to Japan. Once allegations about Vince McMahon came out, and a change of leadership put the man who believed in Io, Triple H, in charge, one of the first things to happen was a phone call to her, wanting her back as soon as possible.
During this time was when the 'Basement' project was getting Io's undivided attention. Now with a wrench thrown in, the co-owner would have to spend most of her time almost half-way across the world. From this point forward, Ezra was the main operator of 'The Basement' and could now do whatever to whoever, whenever he wanted. As much as he loved Io, the sight of over a dozen joshi wrestlers not always wearing much, if anything at all, by the pool and under the artificial tanning lights made it really hard to follow her instructions, but he always did.
Ezra was thinking about everything that was ahead of him while he relaxed on the couch, his jeans down at his ankles next to the balled up shorts that his partner was no longer wearing. Io pulled his seven-inch cock out of her mouth after a minute-long glazing before straddling him. She grabbed hold of his hot, wet cock, lined it up with her cleanly-shaven cunt and sat down, taking all of him inside of her with a high-pitched squeal of excitement.
Io dug her fingernails into Ezra's shoulder as he pulled down her silver halter top to her waist and took her erect nipple between his salivated lips. He switched back and forth, sucking and nibbling on her while she happily bounced up and down, feeling his full length stretch her still-very-tight pussy. Ezra tried to let his partner keep full control of the rough fucking but his hips were unable to thrust back, leaving a loud slapping of dampening skin filling the big building, overlapping the squeals that continued to leave her lips..
Loving the feeling of a warm tongue on her tit, Io's eyes remained half-open at best while slowly losing her ability to rhythmically match the thrusts of Ezra's thick, meaty member. It was not long before the Japanese woman had fully submitted; her arms hung low at her side and she no longer had to do any work once the Canadian man's hands slid down to her toned backside, guiding her up and down.
