For a young woman of such high standards, waiting around outside of her boss's office wasn't exactly something that Roxanne Perez wanted to be doing. Preparing for an upcoming title match, sure, studying tape or putting time in the gym to continue to grow herself beyond just being The Prodigy. Keeping the NXT Women's Championship was her primary goal, the most important thing in the world...but, unfortunately, what she wanted didn't exactly matter when Stephanie McMahon was involved.
A few weeks ago, Roxy's experience with Gigi Dolin, Jacy Jayne, and Indi Hartwell ended quite strangely, to say the least. Not at first, the intended finale with the other three girls worshiping her tight, Latin body in what should've been a fitting, definitive conclusion to her brief topping career. A topping career that she neither wanted or asked to have, for that matter! Nevertheless, Roxanne was primed and ready to put that all behind her. She'd gotten it out of her system and now, despite the agreement she'd made with Indi, Rox was ready to move on and put all of her focus on keeping her prized championship belt. At least, until that phone call came in.
Before Roxy's final moments as a top could even come to an end, her phone rang, a call from the incomparable Stephanie McMahon. A short business call that debriefed young Perez about a meeting for this exact time and place, with the only vague indication of the possible business Steph had with her being that "they needed to discuss Roxanne's future within the WWE". So, understandably, Roxy was a bit nervous...okay, not really a bit. More so, she felt like she was seconds away from blowing chunks at any given moment.
Which, in and of itself, was a strange feeling. Roxanne, usually confident and collected, wasn't used to feeling so worried and anxious. Sure, she has her insecurities just like any other girl her age, but they weren't usually this prevalent. Though, her reaction was only natural when faced with such a potentially drastic reality. This was her dream job, for crying out loud! Being a WWE Superstar was Roxanne's career ambition ever since she saw AJ Lee wrestle way back when she was just a little girl. And now, it seemed like there was a very real possibility that something might be jeopardizing that dream, especially considering the scheduled meeting time had long since passed.
Roxanne stood outside of that office, her stomach in knots for nearly twenty minutes now, no sign of things changing for the better any time soon. To pass the time, Roxy scrolled through her phone, exhausting her single social media post in her feed and every text thread in her messages as twenty minutes of waiting became thirty minutes. With nothing else to do, Roxy turned to a group chat labeled "For The Prodigy", created by her closest friend in the NXT locker room and the woman she'd most recently anally defiled, Indi Hartwell.
After their last encounter, when Roxanne promised Indi that she'd accept the open alpha position of the former black and gold brand, The Impressive Australian curated a hub full of the hottest babes and fattest asses in their locker room to keep Miss Perez enticed. Little did that tall glass of water know that Roxy hadn't touched the group chat since its inception. But now, with no updates on this little meeting and no better way to pass the time, Roxy got to surveying the contents inside.
Unsurprisingly, every face present was familiar, every video featuring her fellow NXT superstars finding pleasure in one way or another. Ranging from Gigi and Jacy, the only pieces of ass that Roxy has fucked more than once, getting passed around by their former owner's best friend Sonya DeVille, to Nikkita Lyons, the mighty Booty Warrior and the only challenge to Gigi's Princess of PAWG title, getting double-bummed by KC2, Kayden Carter and Katana Chance. Then, among others, were a pair of videos that correlated with each other, the first pretty simple, with the tall and tanned Zoey Stark completely naked, flexing her well-defined muscles in front of a mirror. Notably, that first video also featured Tiffany Stratton in the background, laying down with a massive strap-on cock pointed to the sky, clearly ready for Zoey's tight ass, a theory that was quickly proven once Roxanne watched part 2 and, thus, bared witness to the muscular blonde riding the even more muscular blonde with all the enthusiasm of a world-class bottom. Or, at least what Roxy thought a world-class bottom would look like, anyway.
Roxanne dug around that group chat for a while, her eyes somewhat aghast, somewhat intrigued, until a notification popped up, commanding her attention. A direct message from Indi Hartwell, the only woman Roxanne's dark brown eyes hadn't noticed when perusing the vile and steamy look into the NXT locker room. The message was simple:
"Hope you've been thinking about my ass. Little ashamed to say, I've been thinking about you and your cock."
Attached were two videos, the first of which, surprisingly, opened with former NXT Superstar Candice LeRae, The Poison Pixie. Candice sat down, stroking a head full of black hair that bobbed up and down, looking as proud and filled with lust as humanly possible. The second was far more revealing, opening with the obvious culprit of the first, Indi, holding her phone and recording selfie style as Candice staggered behind The Locker Room Leader and, naturally, began clapping the imposing Aussie's cheeks.
Watching Indi get defiled, as well as the other girls, was quite jarring, to say the least. Sure, Roxanne had topped a few times, even a few of the women featured in the numerous videos, and had watched many a topping session during her short time in the locker room. But, seeing the videos on her phone, seeing each post in that group chat accompanied by a message specifically to her, usually either featuring some enticing language or encouragement to try and help ease The Prodigy's nerves about her upcoming meeting, really threw her off guard. Especially Indi's, which while not in the group chat specifically, likely out of Hartwell's desire to maintain her status as a well-respected NXT veteran in spite of how easily she bent over for Perez, delivered an even more powerful message. Every girl in NXT had heard the rumors of what happened between Roxanne and Toxic Attraction the night she won the title, and they all seemed ready to embrace The Prodigy as their new alpha. The only one who wasn't ready, was the alpha herself.
Unfortunately, that new role wasn't the only thing Roxy wasn't ready for, either, the various smutty videos violating and clouding her mind, making her completely unprepared for that familiar shouting out from the other side of the office door. "COME IN!" Roxanne heard Stephanie yell, startling the young Latina, her phone bobbling in her palms, nearly falling to the floor before she managed to secure it, put it away, and take a few deep breaths as she turned towards the door, opened it, and walked inside. Though, what she found wasn't exactly what Roxanne had been anticipating.
Of course, there was a massive desk and naturally, Stephanie McMahon, looking every bit as impressive as usual, was sitting behind it. But standing next to her...next to her was where things became surprising. Because, Steph wasn't alone. By her side was Rhea Ripley, The Nightmare and thus, the most imposing wrestler in the entire WWE. Why? Well, Roxy wasn't sure why Rhea was there, but what she was certain of was that having Ripley present did very little to ease her troubles.
"Good afternoon, Miss Perez. Take a seat, we've got some things to discuss," Steph instructed sternly, motioning to a pair of chairs in front of her desk as Roxy closed the door behind her and stepped forward.
"Umm...okay, Mrs. McMahon," Roxanne nervously agreed, selecting the chair to Steph's right.
"Miss Perez, please...call me Steph, okay? Literally everyone does," Stephanie suggested, hoping to ease the tension; Roxy shook her head in agreement. "Okay, so...you've probably been up a wall, wondering why I've called you here, right?"
Roxanne nodded and, surprisingly, managed to get out a small joke. "Yeah uh...just a little bit, you know?"
"Yeah, I thought so," McMahon confirmed. "Well, that being said, let's cut right to the chase...a little bird from down there in your locker room tells me that you're not involved in the traditional week-to-week topping and bottoming behind the scenes. Is that true?"
"Yeah, I guess," Roxy nervously confirmed and, almost in sync, the older women standing across from Rox shook their heads disapprovingly.
"Damn, I was hopen' that wasn't true," Rhea doubled-down, hanging her head.
"Yeah, me too," Steph agreed. "I was really hoping that little birdie was just pulling my leg. Guess not."
"Umm, with all due respect...Steph...Rhea...I really don't see the big deal." Roxanne argued, finding a bit more confidence as the elder women looked back like a pair of disappointed mothers.
"You don't, huh? Well, I guess if you're not topping or bottoming, then that makes sense," Steph pointed out, and Rhea added in, "Couldn't be me."
"Literally can't be you," Stephanie piggybacked and, again, Rhea nodded. "And, do you know why that is, Miss Perez?"
