You are an indie wrestler who just got hired by WWE. You were sent a message via email several months in advance, and when the time finally came to arrive at the WWE Performance Center, you were pumped up. Being a WWE superstar had been your dream for years.
You arrive at the front doors of the performance center. You are greeted by a huge bald guy, who leads you through the front doors, and into the main room. You are greeted by Triple H, who was your favorite wrestler since you were a kid.
Triple H: "What's up, kid?"
You: "Oh man! I didn't think I was getting to meet my childhood hero this early into being part of the WWE!"
Triple H: "Please, just call me Hunter. Anyways, go to the locker room and get to meet some of the trainees!"
You head into a door that read "Male Locker Room." It was awesome. You got to meet some other indie wrestlers who were signed just like you. What you were really after though, was to meet some of the females.
After a long day of training in the weight room, you were well acquainted with fellow student Steve. He had been training for about 3 months before you.
Just then, the weight room door opened, and in stepped NXT wrestler Peyton Royce. She examined you, and started talking to Steve.
Peyton: "Hey Steve! So, who's the new guy?"
Steve: "He's my new buddy! He just came here today." He nudged you in the side
You: "Oh, yeah! It's great to finally be in the place where many other WWE superstars train on a daily basis."
You shake her hand, and she gives you a seductive look.
Peyton: "Did he tell you what the new guys have to do on their first day?"
You: "No... What?"
Steve: "They have to clean the whole place up after hours."
You made a frown. Well, every WWE superstar has to pay their dues. Even if it's cleaning up after others... by yourself.
(8 hours later)
You are wiped. You trained harder than ever before. Steve reminds you of your cleaning duty for the night, and everyone leaves. For several hours, you clean up. You clean the rings, you fold all the chairs up into a stack, and you sweep the floors. You are tired. You head back into the locker rooms, and open your locker.
Suddenly, you hear the door to the locker room open, but you brush it off as nothing. Maybe someone forgot something, or went to take a shower. You get your bag out and begin to pack your stuff up into it. Suddenly, you feel two hands reach around you and grab you.
You turn around, and realise that it's Peyton Royce.
You: "W-What are you doing?"
Peyton: "Relax. There never was a cleaning duty for the new guys."
You: "What do you m-"
She begins rubbing your chest, and works her hands down to your lower stomach.
Peyton: "Ever since I laid my eyes on you in the weight room, I knew I had to have you for myself."
She pulls your pants down and she gazed at your penis. Without a word, she begins stroking your shaft.