The following is a work of erotic fan fiction centred on wrestling personality Paige. 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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Past midnight, the bar was louder and more intense than ever. Over the thumping music and incoherent shouting, nobody could hear the person next to them speak. Of course, speaking was not the primary interest of anyone at this point in the evening. Most were on the lookout for hookups, others already getting intimately familiar in the bar's darker corners. More still were already departing the club, having made the decision to take their meeting beyond what a high-end nightclub would consider decent.
Pushing decency to its limit, Barry was tucked away in a private booth, hands roaming over every available inch of Paige's body. She didn't rebuff his advances, allowing him to roam between her soft breasts, encased only in a lime green crop top, and her leather-clad ass. As he nuzzled into her neck, she tilted her head back and cooed. Paige was an excellent multi-tasker - as she noisily encouraged Barry's ministrations, her experienced hands were fishing into his pants to slowly pump his erect cock.
"Uhhf, you know how to make a man squirm," he growled, nibbling her earlobe. Paige chuckled. Here was a man well aware of what she could offer him in bed, and he was seizing his chance with both hands. She sped up the pumps, limited by what she could do with his cock still concealed within his jeans. She rubbed her thumb across his swollen head, spreading the precum across his tip as he continued to roughly feel her thick ass. She leaned closer to him, moaning gutturally as he neared the limit of his patience with such foreplay.
"I think it might be time to take this somewhere else," Paige smiled at Barry, still roughly feeling her rock-hard nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt.
"Why bother?" He clearly thought little of going one or two steps further in their section of the busy bar.
"Because I'm kind of famous," she replied curtly. "I'm as big a slut as anyone in this place, and I'm a lot more talented at it than anyone here, but I can't be seen doing so in public." She gave him a wry grin.
"Not after the incident," he offered in response. She slapped him.
"No, not after that," she mused, before locking lips with him for the first time. Paige's tongue wrestled firm control of Barry's own inside his mouth. She breathed deeply through her nose, moaning roughly as she fought for dominance. She took a powerful grip of his shirt, leaning close enough that he could feel her chest rubbing against his own, her tits pressing hotly to his firm upper body. Paige rubbed her hands up and down his well-defined torso, taking the lead for the first time in their encounter. She traced her fingers across Barry's covered abs, before continuing down to squeeze the outline his dick once more.
With little warning, Paige broke the kiss, leaving a small trail of saliva that quickly broke as she stood up and began to walk away. Barry came to his feet quickly, following her through the packed dancefloor as she headed promptly towards an exit. The sight of his conquest, swaying lustily through the energetic crowd strengthened Barry's own resolve to fuck the shit out of her. He cut a line through the dancefloor to catch her.
The pair reunited in front of an exit door. This time, Barry caught Paige off guard, grabbing her hips and pushing his waist against her fat ass. Paige lurched forward against the wall, her hands splayed in front of her as Barry pressed against her body. He began to reach his hands inside her pants, humping against her ass as he did so. Despite her wish to get outside before going any further, Paige's increasingly wet pussy was stifling her rejection of this advance. She reached a hand back, pulling at Barry's hair, but he let it happen.
He reached between her heated thighs within her leather leggings. She was smoothly shaven below the belt, and he easily found her now-swollen clit. He leaned close to her, so that her whole body pressed against the wall and he against her body. She stifled a deep moan as he began to tease her clit, rubbing circular motions as she had done with his cockhead earlier. Barry was much less of a tease than Paige was, quickly inserting index and middle finger knuckle-deep inside her. He felt her knees almost buckle, using his free hand to wrap around her torso and keep her on her feet.
As he quickly fingered her, Barry could feel Paige tremble in his hands, her ass pressing further back against his concealed member. With both her hands supporting her, Barry grabbed her by the collar, pulling her closer again to his face.
"Do you like this? You told me that you were a slut, so I think it's only fair that you prove it."
"Oh baby, yes, yess." She groaned back at him. She had given up on exiting the club, content to let this stranger do with her what he would.
"I'm sure you love having the opportunity to show it off to these party people, right? You must love being the queen of sucking and fucking here. You get off on this exhibitionism, don't you?" Barry was clearly hitting a nerve, feeling Paige bucking on his stationary fingers as he talked dirty to her.
He took her free hand and wrapped it around her porcelain neck. Both were coated in a thin layer of sweat this point in the evening, but he could still take a firm hold on her throat. Paige clearly took his advance well, squealing as he squeezed lightly at her neck. He felt the muscles within her love tunnel contract tightly around her fingers as he clearly hit on one of Paige's kinks. He kept only a light grip on her throat until he felt her reach back and place her hands on his trapped, straining dick once more. Knowing that this was his surefire way to bring the best out in his new slut, Barry continued to squeeze until he felt her tapping out on his thigh.
Feeling Paige's juicy thighs trembling against his groin, and feeling her contract tightly around his fingers, Barry understood that she was cumming. Instantly, he felt her let out a grunt as her head dipped down and her legs became jelly. He acted quickly to keep her on her feet, wrapping both arms tightly around her waist and propping her up against the wall.
Paige turned to lean against the wall for support, gently pulling Barry in for another heated kiss. Despite her skilled tongue and her thick, dick-sucking lips, Paige kissed him this time with a simplicity and softness, clearly basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.
