The following is a work of erotic fan fiction centred on wrestling personality Noelle Foley. After WrestleMania, three friends hit up a club and have the fortunate experience of meeting up with three of the hottest women in professional wrestling.
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The WrestleMania post-show is the best time of the year. Upwards of 60,000 people spilling into the streets, their minds warped after the spectacle they've just seen and the copious alcohol they've just consumed. For any fan, that moment when they become part of the tens of thousands filing out of the stadium is one of the greatest experiences in wrestling. They've proven for another year that wrestling is the best live experience on earth, and now it's time to get even more wasted.
For Jason, his third straight WrestleMania post-show was the best yet. The show ended a little after midnight, as was becoming the norm for the biggest event of the year. He and his friends had already made the decision on which nightclub to attend since before they made the trip to New Orleans. The years before, all three men had hooked up with a bevy of babes at the clubs and bars open all night to accommodate the flying fans, so they knew to pay particular attention to their post-WrestleMania plans. It was a small, exclusive place about a mile from the arena. One of the trio, Barry, had made sure they would get in ahead of time.
As expected, the venue was buzzing. It was tiny, but the atmosphere in the place was incredible. Jason was already eyeing up the women, and he could tell that more than a few were here only to support their significant others. For Jason, that was easy prey. However, Barry had called first dibs on whatever girl he wanted. He had secured them tickets to the venue, and he insisted that he was to get the pick of the litter as a result.
Whatever plans the guys were making ahead of time were thrown for a loop upon the entry of another trio to the club. As big wrestling fans, the guys couldn't help but turn their heads in recognition of Noelle Foley, Paige and Becky Lynch. A strange trio if ever there was one, but the men figured out the most likely reason for this combination.
"Paige and Becky were pals in England and Ireland, right?" offered Ralph, the last of the trio. "So Noelle is friends with Paige, and they're probably total cockwhores, too. Noelle and Paige plan a night out after WrestleMania, probably to get some cock, and Paige invites the sweet, shy Becky along for the ride!" Ralph didn't talk very much, but it was always a creative exploit when he did.
"Regardless of your porno fantasy backstory," Jason replied distractedly, "I'm guaranteeing you here and now that those girls are getting some cock tonight." He gave his pals the thumbs, that they could move in.
"Dibs on Paige," Barry interjected. He had always loved the sultry appeal of the raven-haired supernova. Her leaked videos only consolidated his lust. Seeing her training for anal as though it was a vanilla sex choice, banging multiple guys and worshipping the dicks she sucked was like watching a dream come true. Fuck the idea that she was a slut: this was a liberated woman he needed to have.
Jason approached Noelle. Despite her friendship with Paige, Mick Foley's daughter seemed to keep to herself. She was scrolling her phone, likely perfecting an post for her Instagram. Barry had been attracted to Noelle for a few years. Her blonde bimbo appearance, replete with little breasts and thick thighs. Her soft lips were probably well-conditioned to slurp on his meat, and there was no getting around her big, fat ass. Jason had fantasised about Noelle a bit, even when he was with other women. The fact of her publicised relationship with superfan Frank The Clown only made him want her more.
"Buy you a drink?" He offered casually. In his experience, it was the simple and predictable things that worked most often.
Noelle looked up and smiled briefly. Despite her reputation as an airhead, Jason could see the gears turning in her head. This was his time to really strike.
"Come on, you get into a club like this and you're telling me you have to consider letting a man buy you a drink?" Jason could flex his bravado now and then, and with someone like Noelle Foley, he may never get a better chance.
"Sorry dude, I'm kind of considering the endgame here," she replied after a moment. Then she smirked and turned back to her phone.
Jason smiled to himself and signalled for two rum-and-cokes. She was playing hard to get, but he could tell she was down. He just had to figure out what level of generosity would get him where he needed to go.