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The sounds of the street faded away to a gentle thrum as the door clicked into place. Two girls stood alone in the dark motel room for a moment, breathing heavy with big smiles situated on their faces. They carried a plethora of things, drinks from the local fast food restaurant, a brown grease ridden bag, a cute pink bag filled with wine bottles and some other knickknacks from the local shops. They softly swayed left to right and the aroma of wine fluttered off their bodies into the clean smelling room.
“Oh thank God we’re finally back. Another step and my feet would have killed me.”
“I swear my feet feel like they’ve been chewed up and spit out. I think they’re going on strike.”
“Oh? So the runner girl can’t handle a little walking?”
“You’re one to talk, I’ve never heard someone complain so much over just a little bit of walking.”
There was a slight playfulness to every single word, the pair’s giggles bouncing off the walls like girls prepping up for the ultimate sleepover.
One of the girls bent back a little, stretching with a small groan before kicking off her shoes and slowly stumbling forward towards the bed. She tossed all the items she was carrying onto the small table situated next to the TV, fell onto the sheets and nuzzled her face delicately into the white woolen bed. Her face disappeared like it had been lost in a magic trick and only her jet black hair remained.
“Wake me up when this trips over Lucy.”
“Mmh.. you know I cant do that Alice since I’ll be sleeping too.” Lucy said with a little giggle. She walked by slowly, her eyes gazing dreamily over the tatted out badass sinking into the soft white bed. Alice. Her best friend forever. Someone who always seemed to come to her defense whenever people decided to pick on her. She was blunt, and loud but a steady head in any situation. Lucy reached her fingers into her own greasy bag, pulling out a fry and tossing it like a javelin. The fry hit it’s mark beautifully, smacking against Alice’s face like a missile. Alice jumped every so lightly, giggling a tad as she gave Lucy a playfully annoyed glare.
“AH! Rude.”
“I know. You love it though.”
“Haha.. yeah. I guess I do.” Lucy could’ve been imagining the tinge of playfullness she heard in Alice’s voice. A bit of blush threatened to come to the surface, causing Lucy to rush into the bathroom and slam the door shut.
“One sec! Lemme go pee.”
“Okay! And after maybe we watch a show and then get to bed? The others have like… 100 plans for tomorrow. You know how Rebecca is. It’s either her way or the highway.”
Lucy giggled softly to herself in the bathroom, running the sink for a second as she splashed some water on her half blushing, half sweat soaked face. She stared at herself for a moment as her eyes explored her form. Soft blonde hair sat situated in a messy bun, little strands of golden hair dangled down and tickled her cheeks like sun soaked vines hanging from a tree branch. Her skin was as pale as a ghost with few blemishes, save for some light gray freckles that dotted her cheeks. Her jawline was rounded and her cheeks slightly plump, she wasn’t a big girl by any means but.. she could never seem to tone her face no matter how much running she did. Her cool blue eyes stared back at her as if they were also questioning why Alice said the things she said. Was it all simple jests or did some of it have more meaning behind it…?
A question for another time perhaps. This vacation was meant to be a way for Lucy to de-stress, not question her love life.
She stretched her body lightly, fingers reaching towards the ceiling as her knuckles lightly cracked into place. Her head slowly tilted forward as she looked down at herself. A thick black hoodie slinked it’s way down her body like a blanket, hiding her best assets like the cloak of midnight. The hoodie was so massive that it even stretched just barely beyond her booty, hiding the tight spandex shorts that clung to her cheeks underneath. Lucy didn’t like showing herself off, so massive hoodies and thick sweatpants had become her best friend though in the heat of Tennessee they became her worst enemy.
She pushed out of the bathroom and once again entered the tiny motel where the two would be stuck together for the next six days. There was nothing particular defining about it. Two queen sized beds, a lamp, a TV, white walls and bed sheets. Honestly it looked like a place that an insane inmate would be locked away. Lucy giggled softly at the thought, settling in on the bed as she sighed a tiny sigh of relief and flicked off her shoes, rubbing her feet in her tiny hands.
“Jesus. Anymore walking and I think my feet would’ve jumped off my legs and just walked away.” Lucy chuckled as she talked, her fingers smoothing out the wrinkles in her teddy bear themed socks.
“Well yeah, how would we survive if we didn’t see literally EVERYTHING on the strip, night one. I swear, sometimes I have half a mind to just waltz off and leave Rebecca to her own devices.”
“Mm.. bursa merkez escort yeah but at least she plans. Most of us wouldn’t do anything other than get drunk and lay around if we didn’t have her guiding us along.”
“I’m almost for SURE the six of us could come up with SOMETHING if we put our mind together.”
“With you derailing the conversation half the time? I think not.”
Alice rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue, punching her hand into the greasy brown bag and flicking a fry into her mouth. “Keep talking. See where it gets you.”
“Oh? Where will it get me?” Lucy stuck out her tongue back.
Alice didn’t skip a beat, changing the subject almost as quick as changing a light bulb. The slight amount of blush fluttering around her cheeks was almost too obvious.
“Sooo.. I was gonna watch a show. Wanna watch or are you gonna-” Alice crinkled her nose slightly. “-Read.”
Lucy giggled softly and gently smiled, rolling her eyes in kind as she sat down on the bed and stretched her arms high above her head again. Her body felt utterly rocked and she yearned for sleep. A show would’ve just kept her up. She glanced at her bag, then at her friend, then the bag again, then back at her friend. Finally she made her decision, “Read.” She chirped.
Alice lightly sighed, knowing her friends resolve was impossible to break when it came to her books. She flopped onto her stomach on the bed, lightly sinking down as she produced her phone from her pocket and settled it on the pillow in front of her. She slowly navigated to some streaming app on her phone before giving one more tiny comment. “Well.. if you get get bored.. don’t come begging me for entertainment.”
Lucy giggled a little before digging into her bag, holding up a book like it was some grand prize and then flopping to her back on the bed and flipping through the pages while pulling tiny fries out of her bag and tossing them into her mouth like they were candy.
“Mmhm. I’ll keep that in mind.”
Lucy slowly began to immerse herself in her reading. Her eyes jumped from word to word like a high flying gymnast. Every word took her deeper into her own personal hidden world. The tales of a princess who had fallen in love with a thief, forbidden love.
The thief was peeking in through the princesses window, coming closer as her prepared to steal her crown. His eyes looked over her sleeping form. Her cherry red lips shot hot misty breaths into the air. Her breasts lightly bounced in the tight flow garments that she wore. The thief began to lean down, his fingers reaching for the crown as his eyes became enamored with her beauty. His fingers touched the tip of the crown, lips inches from the princess’s. His heart beat quicker in his chest.. then suddenly the princess’s eyes opened and-
“AND THERE GOES ANA STRAIGHT THROUGH THE WOODEN TABLE!”
Lucy’s eyebrows began to curve down as her nose began to wrinkle. Once again her brain tried to read..
The thief’s lips nearly brushed past the princess’s. His heart was beating quicker as his fingers fumbled with the cr-.
“A…AHHH!”
“AND LOOK AT THAT FOLKS LYLA HAS ANA TRAPPED IN A BOSTON CRAB!”
Lucy let out a sigh of annoyance, her brow furrowed as she gently turned her head to chide her friend. Then her eyes gazed upon the foray that Alice was watching.
Lucy’s mouth opened, words just about to spill forth before she stopped and just stared in amazement. Her cheeks began to flutter with red lines of blush as her eyes became nearly as big as saucers. Her book had fallen out of her hand as her toes nearly curled. Her heart was beating faster and.. excitement ran supreme in her blood.
The image on the little screen burned itself into her brain and only one word sat on the edge of Lucy’s tongue.
More.
Lucy ever so slowly closed her book and tossed it over to the side, closing he eyes as she quickly tried to reign her feelings in and get her body under control.
“Ah.. whatcha watching over there?” Lucy tried her hardest to sound quizzical but.. her voice nearly sounded like a whimper.
“OH! I’m so sorry. This is probably pretty loud isn’t it?” Alice looked up, her face inches deep in a greasy burger as she ate over her phone. A pickle dropping from her teeth into the wrapper. “If it’s bothering you I can totally turn it down.”
“No no. My book is just at a really boring part so.. I was kinda wondering if I could come watch.”
Alice’s eyebrow raised high into the sky as she stared and observed her friend. Lucy wasn’t the most.. tomboyish girl in the group. She was more reserved and refined, quiet most of the time while always looking for plushies or books to fill her house. Her style was always simple and cute, nothing amazing or astounding. Pro wrestling just didn’t seem like something Lucy would be into.
“I’ll change it! I’ve also been on a binge of a superhero show lately. Would you like to watch that?”
“Oh! No just keep the show you have on right now. It.. bursa escort kızlar honestly sounds pretty interesting.”
Alice’s eyebrow sat raised, as if she wanted to probe her friend about this sudden interest before shrugging and flipping over on the bed to be more comfortable. She stacked pillows along the headboard, making a pile that stretched towards the ceiling as her fingers grabbed onto the remote for the TV, clutching it tight. She quickly flicked it on and the sound of loud crackling static filled the room like the boom of a broken piano. Alice jumped slightly, as did Lucy and Alice quickly began the process of beating away on the remote til finally it switched to the same exact app she had on her phone.
“Fuck yes! I guess not every hotel has those cheap piece of garbage TVs! Honestly with all the apps there are nowadays it’s kinda a shot in the dark if you’re gonna be able to get the right one in a hotel. Wanna come lay over here? Seems their interior decorator screwed up big time because there is NO way you can see the TV from over there.”
That was pretty true, Lucy’s bed was actually at an angle that faced away from the TV. Whoever designed this room needed to work on their interior decorating skills.
Lucy nearly yelped, her cheeks once again threatening to let the dam of blush break forth. She just barely held herself in check, breathing softly as she kicked her feet over the bed and slowly made her way across the carpet. Every inch felt like a mile as she walked, coming closer and closer til finally she just.. stood next to the bed like a person paying their respects at a funeral. Her fingers reached out shakily for a corner of the blankets stopping mid way to the sound of Alice’s voice.
“Well? Are you just… going to stand there? Honestly you look like you’ve seen a ghost. Is that book you’re reading a scary one?”
Lucy grabbed onto the headboard like a vine gripping a tree in the jungle. “Actually yeah! It’s quite the terrifying little book.” Lucy sat down on the bed, laying her back against the soft and squishy pillows.
Alice smirked, waiting for Lucy to lay on the bed before ripping the safety net out from under her feet. “Oh! I didn’t know a love story about thieves and princesses could be scary. Then again.. what do I know?”
Lucy felt a drop of sweat drip of her forehead. Staining the sheets in a dullish gray as her fingernails scratched along the bedspread. She started to sit up.
“Relax.” Said Alice, grabbing Lucy’s shoulders and pulling her back so that the pillows caressed her spine. “I know. I know. New place, new sleeping arrangements, new shows. It’s a lot of new for you. If this becomes sensory overload just.. tell me and we’ll flick it off.” There was care all throughout Alice’s voice. If there was one thing Alice did, it was care about Lucy.
“This one’s a bit of a rerun but it’s honestly one of my favorite ones to watch.” Alice turned her head to the side, meeting Lucy’s gaze with a little smile. “And again, just enjoy. No need to get freaked out.”
Lucy snuggled into the pillows, pointing her head towards the screen as her toes tip tapped on the blankets. Her eyes didn’t leave the screen… not even for a moment as the sound of pro wrestling suddenly filled the crappy little motel room.
“OOOOH DO WE HAVE A BIG ONE FOR YOU TONIGHT THERE WRESTLING FANS. TONIGHT.. LYLA AND ANA WILL BE GOING HEAD TO HEAD.. IN THE CENTER OF THE RING FOR THE WOMEN’S TITLE CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD!”
A golden belt sat precariously in the center of ring, begging for either of the challengers to just come take it. Lucy could feel herself nearly leaning forward, not wanting to miss a second.
“TONIGHTS MATCH IS A SPECIAL ONE THOUGH FOLKS AS THE WINNER CAN ONLY WIN VIA SUBMISSION.”
Suddenly Ana was shown front and center on the screen, an utter marvel in the wrestling scene. Her tight outfit showed off every inch of her body in spandex and rubbed as purples, pinks, and blacks all fought for control of her body. The shorts she was wearing stretched and groaned over her thick cheeks, wobbling with every little step and slowly getting munched on by all that cake. It.. kept Lucy in a trance somewhat.. forcing her to watch as she felt some drool begin to accumulate in her mouth. She really liked Ana.. and somewhere deep down that’s who she hoped won this match. She still tried to keep her face neutral, neither enjoying nor hating.
“So.. that’s Ana.. a total jobber in the scene.” Came Alice’s voice, guiding Lucy back from the action happening on screen. “Tonight she’s going up against one of her best friends.. Lyla. This is kinda the match where their friendship ended and their rivalry began.” Alice smirked softly. “It’s a pretty brutal match. I love it for that reason alone.”
Next, Lyla took the screen in an outfit that was similar, though not the same. Lyla’s outfit almost looked more mature in a way; muted colors mixed together in criss-cross patterns over her body while once again her booty and body was adorned with stretchy spandex that seemed to be just a few sizes too small.
“That’s Lyla. She’s more of a heel in the wrestling scene and during this match she REALLY shows it off. Lyla is one of my favorite wrestlers.. so it’s always fun to watch her utterly torment a jobber.” Alice commented, tossing another greasy fry in her mouth nonchalantly.
Both girls were suddenly in the ring, taking center stage in front of a roaring crowd like gladiators preparing themselves for battle. They both looked.. somewhat angry at each other as they prepped up in opposite corners.
“Why are they so mad?” Lucy asked, slightly confused. “Aren’t they supposed to be friends?”
“Eh, it’s more just a show for the crowd right now. Crowds hate when two friends get in the ring. It’s much more fun when it’s two girls out to hurt each other.”
Lucy could feel her heart beating tight in her chest as the girls slowly pranced across the screen. The electric colors mixed with the tight outfits was titillating in design, causing more drool to form up behind Lucy’s tongue as she watched with pure and utter interest. She had never watched wrestling before, other than little glimpses of guys doing something silly in a ring like pretending they were invisible or some hilarious press run to further a story. This was Lucy’s first time watching actual wrestling.
Alice seemed just as into it. Her body tilted forward ever so slightly with her eyes wide and her lips twisted into a small grin. It was like she was waiting for something specific to happen.
Ana and Lyla both stood in the center of the ring, lips inches away from each other as they stood eye to eye. Ana had a small smirk playing on her face as she looked Lyla down before suddenly she began to speak and a beautiful cutesy voice echoed off the walls.
“Awwh.. you actually wanted to meet me in the ring? I’m a bit surprised Lyla. It’s going to be so much fun to watch you submit in front of all your fans.”
Lyla looked even angrier, hey eyebrows furrowed as she tapped her foot on the canvas. Finally Lyla began to speak, her harsh voice sounding like a knife grinding against a stone.
“Funny hearing you talk all tough Ana. Didn’t you tap out the last time we wrestled?” Ana softly blushed and Lyla actually began to smile. She looked akin to a shark smelling blood in the water as she looked down her nose at her friend.
Ana seemed to have nothing left to say, turning on her heel as she started to make her way back towards her corner.. hot black boots tapping against the canvas like a fist knocking on a door. Her eyes looked determined and spry before suddenly they flung open and looked like two massive colored pearls in her head.
SNAP!
Lyla’s fingers were suddenly deep in Ana’s hair. A massive clump was slowly forming in Lyla’s hand, her fingers sinking into different strands as she tugged and pulled on her old friends hair.
“Oh no no no.. you’re not allowed to just.. walk away after that.” Came Lyla’s slightly disgusted voice.
“A..ah…mmgh…ah… Le..let.. g-go…” Ana’s moans of pain sounded like the groans of a zombie filling the air. Her arms waved around in the air in front of her like flags in the wind while her feet stomped lightly on the canvas. Lyla stood behind her, that wolfish grin still settling in nicely on her face as she slowly start to pull her ex friend back by the hair. Ana squealed lightly, getting pulled back inch by inch until her tush pressed lightly against Lyla’s tummy. Ana’s soft fleshy bottom lightly pressed down like two pancakes with Lyla’s tummy deflating like an ocean of maple syrup. All Ana could do was wave her hands around in front of her, reaching for the ropes and safety that would never come.
Lucy could feel her fingers tightening into the soft bedspread, her nails biting down like the teeth of a wolf digging into some fresh meat as her eyes softly widened and her chest began to rise and fall quicker like a tide that was closing in. Her mind was awash in a feeling of pure ecstasy that traveled from the tip of her spine all the way to the base. There was something so.. hot about it all. The gentle squeals of Ana as her hair was tugged, the nasty snarl of Lyla, the tightening of those fingers around that perfect blonde hair, all of it culminated into this beautiful painting of dominance and humiliation that Lucy just wanted more of.
Alice looked much the same, her lips sitting in that satisfied grin as she watched the tumultuous action unfold. She was hooked, staring forward and only turning her head to see how Lucy was reacting. Whenever Lucy caught Alice’s gaze she began to blush a bright fiery red like that of a tomato and she quickly hid her face and tried to focus on the TV in front of her. Lucy swore she could feel Alice inching closer and closer from across the bed like a caterpillar making it’s way across the floor of a forest to a particularly homey tree.
The match continued at the same pace with Lyla dragging Ana across the canvas as though she was garbage about to be thrown in the trash can. The corner of the ring sat open and waiting, the thick turnbuckles begging to crush Ana’s spine as Lyla launched her forward and a fulfilling CRUNCH echoed around the arena.
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