There wasn’t anything worth a shit in Landover, Maryland, so after the ppv she decided to take a little trip and drove over to the D.C., if she couldn’t find some action in our nations capitol where the fuk else could she? She found some bar called Cloak and Dagger, it had a decent young crowd, decent vibe, and decent drinks. She grabbed a table off to the side watching folks mingle, drink, and dance as she sipped a bottle of tequila.
She saw a couple of guys eyeing her from afar talking back and forth amongst themselves. They obviously recognized her, it was cute and amusing. They looked a bit preppy but they were all pretty goodlooking. The tall, athletic looking black guy excused himself from his friends and made his way over to her. He raised his voice so she could hear him above the music and crowd.
(Guy): You’re Erica Martinez right? My boys and I, we’re big wrestling fans.
Erica looked him up and down like a snack, and motioned for him to sit down. He slid into the booth with her and scooted close.
(Erica): What’s your name?
(Guy): I’m Byron, nice to meet you.
(Erica): What do you do Byron?
(Byron): I’m a Legislative Assistant for Ward 6 Councilmember Charles Allen. Don’t believe all you year, the Councilmember is working tirelessly to clean up the streets, this recall stuff is just an effort by opponents to derail all the progressive work he’s done. He’s a man of the people.
She didn’t give a shit about some politician but she had him pegged right. He pronounced his job with such pride and excitement, and that name-dropping to impress. That “I’m up and coming” politician type enthusiasm. “Look at me, I’m doing some good.” “I’m a nobody kissing ass now, but I’ll be in the big chair some day!” It was actually kind of pathetic. So willing to please…it made him an easy fuk. Guys like him were desperate to appear interesting and important and constantly strove to prove themselves.
(Byron): What are you doing in D.C.?
(Erica): Just got here, haven’t decided yet.
Byron smiled.
(Byron): Oh really, well it’s a great city, and there’s lot to do. You need the right guide though.
And there it was…fuker was trying to be coy and made his sly, elementary little move. She looked him up and down again, giving him no uncertain indication of mutual attraction as she reached over and rested her hand on his thigh. He flinched just a little, he was pretty muscular and she liked that.
(Erica): Is that you?
(Byron): Only one way to find out.
Oh yeah, he wanted her.
(Erica): Are you sure, they say I have a reputation ya know?
(Byron): Right…the crazy, bad girl thing? Don’t believe it…I spend most of my days disputing peoples claims. People have a tendency to follow the crowd, don’t know how to form their own opinions. Cold, hard facts…that’s where I come in.
She let his bravado play out a bit longer, they got drinks, chatted a little…or rather he ran his mouth about himself and some political bullshit and she nodded periodically pretending to have interest and be listening. Ultimately, they excused themselves and being the gentlemen…he escorted her to her hotel where he was invited in and they found themselves hurriedly getting out of their clothes and tumbling onto the bed entwined in kisses and grabby hands. He had a nice, toned body, and thick dick, maybe 8.5” inches or so and he was ready to use it.
(Erica): Fuk me!
He eagerly rolled on top of her, pulling a condom on. He spit on her pussy and ate her out for just a moment but she was already wet, and he leaned up over her sticking it inside her as she reached up grabbing the headboard behind her and he thrust into her with delight. Her tits bounced up and down on her chest with every thrust as she moaned out loud.
(Erica): Harder!
He sped up his thrusts, grunting as he dug his feet into the bed for leverage and there it was. He was hitting the right spot now and she was on fire. He grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs up continuing his thrust. They switched positions a few times from her mounting him, riding his dick like she was on a mechanical bull at full speed, then back to missionary position where she wrapped her arms around his neck and he moaned with her.
(Erica): Fuk me!
He kept thrusting, penetrating her hard and deep.
(Erica): I said fuk me!
She yelled again, but her voice seemed a bit different and he opened his eyes to find her eyes blazing red staring him in the face with a demonic grin. He screamed like a little girl and flew off the bed as he scrambled to get away from her. Never in the history of man had a dick gone limp so fast.
(Byron): What The Fuk?
He scrambled for his clothes grabbing his pants on, then staggered to his feet snatching his jacket off a chair that had his wallet inside and he was running for the door, fumbling with the locks.
(Erica): Where the fuk are you going?
His breath was hurried and he looked back at her like he was being chased as he finally unlatched the top lock and ran out into the hallway leaving the door wide open and the rest of his clothes behind, the thud of his footsteps speeding across the floor diminished as he got further away. Fuking piece of shit, she was just about to cum. She got up from the bed to go and close the door. A couple was passing by and she stood there naked in all her glory. The look of complete shock on their faces brought a smile to hers.
She closed the door and went over to her jacket pulling out her pack of cigarettes lighting one as she then grabbed her phone. She plopped down on the bed and caught up on some recent comments in HWA. She saw that Maniac and others had shared some thoughts after the ppv and it was certainly time she get in touch with him. She called and was surprised he didn’t answer after how many times he had tried calling her in the last week. Hopefully he was fuking Mandy’s brains out which is more than she can say for her own fuked up evening. An old fashioned video message would have to do for now, and she didn’t bother putting on clothes. It was probably clear she was naked, but she didn’t show too much of her breast anyway so fuk it.
(Erica): Maniac, thank you for your concern, pero, no es necesario. We’re fine, better than fine. I finally understand what you’ve been telling me, how you’ve tried to steer me in “the right direction.” You were right, it wasn’t you that taught me those things…it was him…all this time DreamMaster was mi maestro verdadero. You were something else, something still very dear to me.
She took a drag on her cigarette.
(Erica): He may have come forth to teach me, but it was you who first took me under your wing. It was you who saw something in me when everyone else had disregarded me. But…things are different now. Your burden, has become my blessing, and I don’t want to give him up. You don’t know how amazing I feel, the only pain and heartache I feel is from others …the fuking disrespectful fans, mis colegas estúpidas, the top brass of the company, but not him.
Erica got up from the bed, the phone twirling around as she carried it in her hand. You saw a bit of bare feet and leg as she walked across the room, opened the fridge and pulled out a beer, opening it and returning to the bed before repositioning the camera back on her and taking a swig.
(Erica): Then there’s you Michelle…the other week you brought your ass down to the ring in our business, shielding Maniac from Jeremy, and now he’s returning the favor. If I were you, I would listen to his advice. Escúchame Puta, if you show up to Havoc…I’m going to end you. I’m going to do what I should have done a year ago and break your pretty, fuking face. Everyone’s darling little Michelle. Miss innocent, pure, holy, and wholesome.
Erica laughs as she douses her cigarette and takes another drink, getting another cigarette.
(Erica): He said, “Erica is more dangerous than ever now.” Are you listening? You think because you hold that one little win over me from last summer that you can do it again? You won because Hans was the special guest referee and gave your ass a fast count. You won that little bullshit match because of him, but you didn’t beat me puta. You didn’t beat me then, and you damn sure can’t beat me now. I promise you if you come to Havoc, I’ll make your pray like you’ve never prayed in your fuking life, and it doesn’t matter if Sarah or Alexis or whoever the fuk else comes with you.
She takes another puff of cigarette and a chug of beer, letting out a big burp. Then grabs a remote and turns the tv on going to the web browser then HWA’s site and logs in. She watches Wolfy’s latest gibberish and sees this Shark Podcast and Professor Hoff. She laughs out loud.
(Erica): “Fin-tastic show!” that’s shits funny. I like this dude. I don’t know who the fuk this Shark motherfuker is but whatever. Wolfy, don’t go listening to that bitch Michelle’s whining ass. You respect her? You respect her and Sean for what? You’ve been around what a couple weeks? What the fuk have they done that’s so special you “respect” them so much? This is the exact shit I’m talking about.
Erica is visibly getting frustrated.
(Erica): Skinky Skank this, and Lazy Butt Goblin that…you’re a fuking joke. You want to make out that you’re some hero, some role model standing up for justice…you’re a fuking liar Wolfy. I’m glad this Professor Hoff dude followed you here, I hope it’s true he did. I hope he is really your Uncle, and I hope he molested you as a child. I hope you dream about his abuse every night and can’t sleep. I hope he does it all again so the world can watch this time. You said you wanted “hardcore” right?
She chugs the rest of her beer and puts out her cigarette butt in the bottle.
(Erica): I’ll tell you this Wolfy…. the only one around here that’s going to have a rude awakening is you. Anyway…
She waves her hand in front of the camera dismissively.
(Erica): Matt, thanks for delivering Maniac’s mail…tell Jeremy we said hello!
She grins…
(Erica): Maniac, we need to talk. Sooner rather than later.
With that Erica ends the feed and publishes and the scene fades to black.
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