Let me first say, I love that my job allows me so much time to write these stories. I can't guarantee that I'll post new ones all the time, but I can assure you that they are being worked on and then proof read from the comfort of my home. With that out of the way, lets get to the story!
The W.S.E.W opened to a packed crowed in Cincinnati this week. Hosted in a small stadium near the airport, the most rowdy and ornery of the city's citizens have come to watch some hot and heavy cat-fights. A demand which Lana was more than happy to deliver.
Due to legal reasons, Paul was barred from ever stepping foot inside Ohio again. This meant that tonight's show would be organized by his assistant manager, Lana Binetti. The sultry 36-year-old Italian -American was a valuable asset, coming up with ideas on how to make the matches more fun, and being the one to sign up several popular wrestlers -including the current Amazonian Champ, Rosie Rocket-. She has proven herself time and again so Paul wasn't too concerned about taking the night off and leaving her in charge.
Standing at 5'8", Lana wore a tight business suit with a short skirt so it could show off her sleek long legs and her 38DD breasts. Her wavy long hair bounced with each step she took and her red painted nails and lipstick gave her the appearance of a woman that should be both feared and desired. She watched the show from a manager's office, sitting on a leather chair and holding a wine glass. A dark-haired piece of fluff called Crystal poured her drink and practically purred as the acting manager squeezed her D cups. Lana was definitely going to have her own private wrestling match with her after the show. It was good to be in charge.
Turning her attention back to the large plasma screen, Lana smiled as the announcer began the introduction for the first of tonight's matches. The crowed too, showed their excitement by hooting and hollering when they were told it was a civilian grudge match. While the majority of the matches were between the wrestlers, W.S.E.W also allowed local non-pros to step in the ring and settle their own issues. These became very popular as it both allowed the people to see a flat-out heated cat-fight by two women who had reasons to loathe each other and the company didn't have to pay out to the fighters. Just giving a couple of women a chance to dig their claws into each other was all the payment they needed. And tonight's bout was quite a common scene as it all began over a guy.
John was your regular businessman. Handsome but not on movie star level, and rising quickly within his company. When someone like that comes around, most women will try hard to snag him. The only thing that kept them at bay was the wedding ring on his finger. Well, almost all of them.
Sharon was one of the businesswomen of the company who worked in the same floor as John. She was the strong confident type who got whatever she wanted. And the second she saw John, she definitely wanted him. It didn't matter to her that he was married, a man like that deserves a woman who was as goal driven and strong as he was. A woman such as herself.
Over the course of a few months, Sharon repeatedly hit on John. She would gently brush her fingers across his crotch with a sly smirk when they were in the elevator, bend over pretending to pick something up to show him her firm ass and silly panties, and even pressed her boobs on the back of his head whenever she would show an interest in what he was working on.
Little by little, she chipped away at his resolve until it all came to a head during a business trip. Sharon pulled some strings that would assure she and John would be sent alone to Miami to broker a deal involving a crucial merger. Once they were there, Sharon put on the most revealing bikini she could get, and went right to John's room to ask his "opinion" on it. From there, it didn't take much to get the desired results. John pulled her into the room and fucked her like a man possessed. In one night, John gave her more explosive orgasms than any other man before ever did.
Sharon's mind was a haze with lust and desire. Her feelings of wanting John quickly turned into NEEDING him instead. She was addicted to him now and yearned for more.
The whole week, John and Sharon played two different roles. In public, they were a power team that worked hard to broker one of the biggest mergers of their company. In private, they were passionate lovers fucking like rabbits in heat. Sharon couldn't get enough of John's huge dick and would even squat down and suck it on those risky elevator rides to their room. By the end of the week, John's balls were drained, and his desire for Sharon was just as intense.
Their affair went on for several months afterwards. John telling his wife he had to work late all the while filling up Sharon's holes and stuffing her tits into his mouth. Sharon loved the passion and she loved John. She wanted more from him, but whenever she brought it up, he would stall. Apparently, even though he loved her tool, he still loved his wife as well. Sharon realized he was too conflicted to make a decision... So, she made it for him.
Stephanie was your modern-day housewife. She worked from home as a financial adviser for her own small company and did her best to accommodate her clients via FaceTime as it gave her extra time to keep her home clean.
On a day like any other, Stephanie was working on the records for one of her oldest clients when she received an e-mail. She would have just deleted it, but the subject read "John's secret". Alarmed, she clicked on the e-mail and was filled with shock. In the message held a video clip that showed her husband fucking a woman she had never met before. Her shock quickly gave way to rage and as soon as John got home, she demanded an explanation. John broke down and told Stephanie all about Sharon and their affair. He expected his wife to storm off right then and there, but to his surprise she did the exact opposite.
Grabbing her husband, Stephanie tossed him into their sofa, straddled him, and began to fuck his brains out. Steph was the captain of her high school soccer team, captain of the debate team, and graduated valedictorian. She was too competitive and prideful to ever give up. John was hers, and she'll be damn if she lets some work slut take him from her. After several hours of intense love making, Stephanie immediately took pictures of her well fucked, cum -filled pussy and ass, and sent them in a reply message with the words "He's mine." Above them. And from there things just got worse.
Infuriated that things didn't go get way; Sharon quickly called John's phone. Sure enough, Stephanie answered. The two women got into a heated argument, threatening to tear each other apart if they didn't back off. Sharon called Steph a cold-fuck sow and Steph replied by calling her a cheap office toy. Finally, they both agreed to settle things and chose the W.S.E.W arena as their battleground.
When Lana heard about the whole thing, she smiled at the opportunity to help solve this love triangle. But she thought that anything done there should be official. Lana told them that their match would be a walking papers match. Hanging above the ring would be a briefcase, and inside it would be both a letter of resignation from John and Sharon's company and divorce papers. The first woman who climbed a ladder and grabbed the briefcase wins John. The loser would leave for good. To make things even more interesting, the case will also hold a contract that says the loser will be the winner's servant for a weekend.
Neither Sharon or Stephanie expected such a proposal. They knew it would be dangerous, but neither wanted to back down. Their pride as well as the man they love was on the line. After both women signed their respective papers, Lana shook their hands and began to set everything up.
