"Molly's next." I explained to my feline travelling companion as I unpacked my belongings. The WWF had stopped in San Diego for a 'Smackdown!' taping this evening, and I was preparing to assist in constructing the stage. First, however, I was intent on corrupting another of the company's female talent.
"I know she isn't as pretty as Trish or Torrie, but there's something about that innocent little face that makes me so... so..." I couldn't capture the words I was grasping for, but Ziegfried didn't really care. He stared lazily up at me from the chair while I continued my ranting.
"She might be a little tougher to convince than the others were, but I think I've got a plan. She always early at the venues, so if I head out in the next ten or fifteen minutes I should be able to get her alone. So what's your take on it?"
Ziegfried yawned, then licked at his paw. It was as close to a 'good luck' as I was going to get, so I threw on my jacket and headed out.
* * *
I had spent nearly half an hour wandering through the dimly-lit hallways of the arena searching for my conquest. I had stumbled upon the surly wrestler Tazz, but he was hardly what I was looking for. From what Trish had told me, Molly was one of those types who immersed herself in her work and needed hours of concentration in the work area before she had a match.
I was beginning to think she wasn't on the show tonight (and therefore wasn't in attendance at the venue) when I passed by what all of my co-workers called the "Dungeon". It was the room in the arena where the entrance music for the wrestlers was mixed and edited in preparation to be played at the shows. It was always dark and gloomy inside, hence the 'dungeon' moniker.
I could barely make out a figure in the shadowy depths, but Molly's bright blonde hair and short, yet trim body structure were unmistakable. She was swaying gently to a beat emanating from the headphones overtop her ears. I had seen this before; it was the process the WWF's lead composer demanded the wrestlers partake in whenever he opted to bestow new theme music upon their character. He would isolate the talent in his 'dungeon' and force them to approve of his composition through near-endless repetition of the newly-birthed song. Most of the wrestlers enjoyed their music, but nearly all of them agreed that this treatment was akin to torture.
Molly mustn't have been in the room long, because she still seemed to be enjoying the beat. This was a splendid opportunity for me to make my move, and I took full advantage of it. I stepped inside, sliding the door shut behind me and clicking the lock into place. There was no way she could hear me approaching from behind with the earphones blaring inside her head.
I paused momentarily, realizing that she would have to be taken by force much like Ms. Stratus had before her. I didn't relish the idea, but as usual the head on my shoulders wasn't doing the talking anymore. I would live in the moment and face the consequences later.
My mind made up, I forcefully gripped her around the stomach and lifted her out of the plush chair with relative ease. She was a small woman and stood little chance of resisting me. A cry of surprise escaped her lips before I shoved her face-first into the carpeted floor. The headphones tore away and hung limp across the soundboard, music still playing faintly from within.
Molly screamed for help, but I knew the room was soundproof and nobody would be back for at least an hour or so. I braced my knee against her back to hold her down, then tore off a strip of her shirt to use as a blindfold. She tried in vain to struggle free, but I slipped the torn flap of black fabric over her eyes and held her fast.
"What do you want?" she asked, realization dawning on her that there was no way she could escape the situation.
"Only to give you what you've wanted for months." I tried to mask my voice, but the effect was only partially successful. I probably sounded like I had a throat infection.
"What do you mean?" fear dripped off her like sweat.
"I know that all the divas don't get enough action, and it's my duty to put an end to that."
"I don't understand." she squeaked.
"I'm going to fuck you silly." I rasped in reply.
"What?!" I didn't think she'd be so shocked. Why else would a stranger pin her down and blindfold her? She was somewhat of a celebrity, after all.
"You heard me. Don't worry, though, I won't be too rough on you."
"Please don't do this." Molly pleaded with me, only serving to stoke my flame of lust.
"Look, I'm not going to hurt you. This is as much for you as it is for me." Noble words spoken from a rapist, but I believed them.
I flipped her onto her back, satisfied she couldn't see me through the blindfold. She made no move to resist as I unbuttoned her silky shirt and exposed a lacy red bra. Her breasts weren't huge, but not terribly small either. They fit her diminutive frame well, packaged nicely in the crimson undergarment. I reached down and slid her tight-fitting pants down her legs, tossing them across the room with her shirt. Her panties matched her bra, bright red and very sexy. She had fairly wide hips and a well-padded ass, yet it was all muscular in it's own way.
"I can't believe this is happening." the words escaped her lips as a mere whisper.
"You're surprisingly calm." I commented.
