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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It was the night of WrestleMania. Fans and performers alike had fled the building to cool down, go to bed and prepare for a flight in the morning. More still had sought out venues to keep the party going, especially the flying fans looking to make a holiday out of their trip. In the case of Ralph and his friends, Jason and Barry, they had made sure to hit up one of the most exclusive clubs in New Orleans. They had already struck gold, when Noelle Foley, Becky Lynch and Paige walked through the doors. Jason and Noelle had clearly already hit it off, and had slipped away for a more private rendezvous. Barry, having secured entry into the club for trio, had called dibs on Paige and the two were getting embarrassingly friendly with one another already. That left Ralph with the Irish Lass Kicker, Becky Lynch.
Unlike the other two girls, who were known to be a bit ditzy - and maybe even slutty - Ralph didn't have a read on Becky. He was aware that she had broken up with her boyfriend some time back, and there was no indication that she was in a relationship with anyone else. Ralph was frustrated - he knew it wouldn't be as easy to get into Becky's pants as Noelle's or Paige's, but he felt the reward of fucking the enigmatic Irishwoman would surpass almost any other wrestler. They were seated together at the bar, making small talk. Already, Noelle and Paige had left with the other two guys.
"You girls are able to stay in town the night, being on SmackDown, right?" He asked. She was clearly waiting for him to make any moves, so he thought he'd start out cautiously.
"Yeah, working on SmackDown is a great bonus," she replied, clearly tired. Becky was the only one of the three that actively wrestled, so the show had clearly taken a lot more out of her than Noelle or Paige. Ralph figured that what she needed was some tender loving care.
"Even so, you have to be pretty banged up after Mania. Paige and Noelle are the lucky ones." Becky smiled at his concern for her wellbeing, even though she was tough enough not to need it.
Becky wore a simple sea-blue sleeveless blouse and a pair of black leggings. She had accompanied the others on this excursion after the show, but she clearly had no interest in impressing men like they did. Sitting cross-legged on the barstool, she sipped her single malt Irish whiskey, letting the man opposite her make the moves.
"I might be banged up, but you'd better not think I'm some delicate flower," she smirked. Becky was straightforward - she wasn't going to tease a guy like Noelle, but she wasn't going to jump his bones like Paige either. She would let this one play out a little longer before she came to a decision.
"No way anyone could think a professional wrestler is delicate," he responded coolly. Ralph wasn't going to be flustered by the tests being laid out in front of him. "I'm jetlagged this whole weekend just flying out here. I can't imagine what it's like doing that every couple of days."
"It's a living," Becky responded. She liked the challenge this guy was giving her, and she was 90% sure she was going to fuck him. She down her whiskey, and shifted in her seat. Her arms were well-defined for WrestleMania season, and she liked to show off her famous shoulders. She was swinging her leg lazily towards Ralph's now, waiting on his next move.
"You're totally right," he offered, "gotta get that bread. In fact, I'm so bushed after this journey that I was thinking of just calling it a night, heading back to my hotel." He stretched and made like he was ready to leave. Becky loved the audacity.
"Mine's closer," she laughed. She leaned in towards the American, grabbing his loose shirt collar to bring him in for a kiss. Despite this being what he had been working for, Becky wanted to let this guy know that it was her decision to take him home. She pressed her lips against his, quickly slipping her tongue inside his mouth. They wrestled back and forth, hotly pressing against one another during the brief exchange. Ralph's hands came from the seat to the back of Becky's neck, attempting to take some control of the situation. He leaned her head back as he moved to the edge of his seat, breaking their liplock to plant a wet array of kisses on her cheeks and down her neck. One hand played with her hair while the other chanced brushing down her blouse over her breasts.
Becky was giving him what he wanted, a taste of what was to come. He could feel her nipples stand to attention, braless beneath her top. She leaned away from his advances, finally grabbing his wandering hand by the wrist to push him away and look into his eyes.
"This is the Becky you can get tonight," she breathed. She had an intensity in her eyes, letting him know that she wasn't going to let her profession and the day that was in it make her a submissive cocksleeve for the wrestling fan. She took a last sultry look into his eyes, his wrist still firmly in her grip, before leaning in to plant her own series of wet kisses on his clean-shaven face and neck.
Finally, she released him from her grasp. Before he had a chance to respond, she was off the stool and walking towards the same door through which she and her friends had entered earlier in the evening. Ralph wasted no time following the sexy redhead, but he couldn't help noticing Barry and Paige in a corner booth near the door. Paige already had a hand down his pants, and appeared to be giving Barry a covert handjob right there in the club.