Where the pit am I ?

That is Alexa cloud nine'first thought as she awakes from a deep sleep. Her second sentiment is of the raging headache that just came over her, the answer of a massive katzenjammer. Whatever she'd drunk last dark, it was either very warm, or in very large quantities. Or, probably both.

Opening her eyes, she stares blearily around the elbow room, and is well-chosen to recognise it is her hotel room, which she had been staying in for the previous night's episode of Raw.

That's good, she thinks, at least I made it back okay.

beholding her handbag on the bedside footlocker, she reaches a hand out to grab it, but her arm is prodded by something in the bed. She reaches inside the bed covers to retrieve the foreign aim, and pulls out a duet of glasses.

They are not hers.

Only then does she take in that she isn't wearing any underclothes. She always wears a pair of knickers going to bed when she's on her own, so if she is completely naked, that can only have in mind one thing :

She fucked person live night, and they must have left their glasses behind.

Oh majuscule, not again, she thinks, as she slowly sits up in bed, her teat popping out from under the covers.

list over, she puts the glasses down on the bedside locker, and retrieves her handbag.

She is relieved to see that all of her belongings are still there, including her phone, bag and tampons. Looking around the room, she also realises that her horseshoe, a black dress and underwear have all been neatly placed on a nearby chair.

Wow, what a gentleman he must have been, she thinks. He didn't even contract her knickers with him to wank in, or deal on eBay.

taking her phone out of her bag, she hopes it will allow for her with some clues as to what she might ingest done after Raw ended.

Sure enough, her most late icon are selfies of her in a Shirley Temple Black frock, partying in a social club somewhere. But she doesn't see anyone she recognises, nor does she see anyone wearing a dyad of glasses.

It's starting to come back to her now. She wanted to go partying after Raw, but none of the other women were keen on the melodic theme, so she decided to go by herself.

At to the lowest degree she knows how her night started. The bad intelligence is that based on the amount of alcohol she was drinking in the pictures, she is unlikely to remember any more than than that.

Not unless any footage of her Nox out emerged on societal media overnight, which would be a big problem, but a quickly hunt of Google reveals null incriminating.

Finally mustering the strength to move, Alexa puts her phone down and haul her defenseless ass out of bed.

Confident that the eternal sleep of her belongings are in the wardrobe where she left them, she heads towards the lav and closes the door.

After having a piss, a shit and washing out her mouthpiece, she heads for the shower, hoping the cold water will clear her head and rouse her up.

The insensate spray makes her shiver, giving her gooseflesh and making her nipples so hard that they could cut Methedrine. After adjusting to the temperature, she grabs the hotel's shower gel and spreads it all over her dead body. Working up a lather in every chap, she pays special attention to her genital organ and in between her tits.

She loves it when guys cum between her mamilla, and if she had sex final stage night, then she knows she probably asked for it.

As she steps out of the shower, she hears the door of the hotel room open and close.

Not a problem, she thinks. It's probably just house-keeping. Putting on the complimentary grooming robe hanging on the spine of the lavatory door, she opens the doorway and emerges back into the hotel way, expecting to greet the hotel employee.

But the somebody standing there is not a hotel employee.

"Oh hey, you're up"the unidentified male says.

He is a skinny man, in his 20s, wearing a rassling T-shirt and shorts. He is holding a Starbucks cup in one helping hand, having just put a second cup and a way key down on a nearby table.

"Uh, yeah… yeah, I am, …"Alexa responds, trying to project out who the man is, and what solvent he is expecting to hear.

"Coffee ?"he asks, handing over the mo burnt umber cup.

"Thanks,"she says, accepting the cup, but wary of drinking from it for the time being.

"So… that happened last nighttime"

"Yeah, about that…"

"looking at, I understand. I obviously know who you are, but you don't have to vex, I'm not going to tell a psyche about last Night"

He seems like a really nice guy, Alexa thinks. He didn't take any of her things, he's offering not to tell anyone what happened… he even brought her coffee.

She needs to do it what happened last night, and he deserves to know the truth. So, she decides, that is exactly what she will tell him.

"Okay, I'm going to be honest with you, and I'm sorry in advance… but I have no idea what we did. I remember going to the nine, but I was so inebriate. I don't know where we met, I don't think back where we went… I don't even call back your name. I'm… so sorry."

"You don't remember… anything ?"

"No, sorry."

"Okay… well, I can't say I'm surprised."

"Can you tell me ? It's okay, whatever happened, I'm okay with it. But I really would like to know."

"Well… it was my copulate's 21st birthday yesterday. A grouping of us went for something to eat, then we went to Raw because we're all wrestling fans, and then we went drinking all night."

"Did we meet at the club ?"

"No, my match and I were drinking at the bar here in the hotel. We all left the bar at around 3am, and when we were leaving, we saw you coming in to the hotel. You had obviously been drinking as well, but I didn't know you were at a club until just now."

"okey, then what ?"she asks, now feeling safe enough to drink the coffee she is holding.

"Out of all my mates, I'm the only one who's unmarried, so they said I should go over and ask for your turn. I was drunk myself, so it seemed like a large idea at the time. But to my surprisal, you said I could ingest More than that…"

"And I asked you to get back to my room."

"I actually asked you to derive back to mine first, and incredibly, you said yes."

"Wait… this is your room ?"

"Yeah, did you not see my clobber in the wardrobe ? And how did you think I just let myself in ? I assumed your room key was in your handbag."

"I… didn't chip,"Alexa admits, regretting not looking in the wardrobe, or looking to see if her elbow room key was at the bottom of her bag.

"Anyway, we came up here to my room and we… well…"

"Fucked."

"Yeah, if you could call it that."

"And… how was it ?"

"It was… fine."

"Just… fine ?"she asks, curiously. She hasn't received such a luke-warm gossip about her sex since the time she lost her virginity.

"Honestly… I mean… you wanted it, for sure. But you were pretty out of it, so I had to do all the work. And I think you enjoyed it, but…"

"It was a bit of an anti-climax ?"

"Yeah…"

"Sorry, like I said, I wasn't at my best. And I really do take account you not telling anyone, that's very kind of you."

"That's okay. My better half wouldn't believe me anyway, they probably think you ditched me at the door."

"rightfield, well… I should go. Um… I found your trash, they were underneath me in the bed, I left them there on the bedside locker."

"Oh, thanks, I was wondering where they went to."

coating her java, throwing the hollow cup in the bin and retrieving all of her poppycock, she keeps the dressing gown on as she heads out of the hotel room, before realising that there was one thing she still didn't know.

"Oh my God, I'm so disconsolate,"she says as she stands in the hallway with the room threshold still open."I never got your name."

"Oh yeah, I told you last Nox, but you forgot that as well. It's Jason."

"Jason. Thank you, for everything."

"Sure,"he says abruptly, as he closes the door.

Staring at the closed door in front end of her, Alexa feels so guilty.

He was a dainty guy, he didn't do anything wrong. In fact, he did a lot of things right.

But what about her ?

No, she got so drunk that she didn't remember group meeting him, didn't think having sex with him, and didn't even remember his name !

He had clearly been let down by her, and by everything that happened, when she knows it should accept been one of the highlights of his life.

Reality did not endure up to the fantasy, and it was all her fault.

Frustrated, she heaves all of her items in to one arm, and knock heavily on the door with her liberate hand.

"Did you forget something else ?"he says as he opens the doorway, now wearing his glasses.

Ignoring him, Alexa barges back in to the room.

"OK, there's something you should recognise about me,"she proclaims, as she throws her things onto the ground, and fishes around in her handbag for something.

"What's that ?"

"I hate dissatisfactory hoi polloi,"she says, pulling her earphone out of her bag."Whether it's disappointing the boss with a bad match, or disappointing fans by not having time to sign their stuff, or disappointing masses in the bedroom. I hate it."

"And ?"

"And you're clearly disappointed with what happened last Night. There's nothing I can do to fix that, but I can wee-wee up for it."

"Oh yeah, how's that ?"he says, looking concerned despite his assoil frustration.

"By giving you an experience that you will never forget…"

…Alexa unties her dressing gown, letting it fall to the floor…

"…and by recording it to make sure we can never draw a blank it again…"

…Alexa opens the camera on her telephone set, and starts recording a video.

"I… uh…"Jason stutters.

"There we go. Hard to say no when there's a defenseless fair sex standing right in front of you, isn't it ?"

Alexa moves over to the desk and sets her phone down, facing the camera towards the bed. She then makes her way towards the bed, and sits down seductively, ramification spread wide open.

"Come on then… remind me of how good you are. And keep the glasses, you're cuter when you wear them…"

He pulls his shirt off, making sure his glasses remain in place, as he makes his way over to Alexa. She can she his erecting growing through his trunks, and she puts her helping hand up the leg of his shorts, stroking his gumshoe, feeling the descent pumping through its vein.

"You like that ? There's more where that came from,"she says, as she invites him to stroke her pap while she strokes his dick.

Suddenly, she wraps her arms around his headland and drags him down onto the bed, rolling around so that she ends up on top of him.

"I am a wrestler, retrieve ? I can twist you and fuck you any way I want…"she teases, as she leans down, passionately kissing him, ramming her spit down his pharynx, as her breasts rest on his chest.

She can feel his throbbing shaft through his boxershorts, and can't time lag to take out them off.

She shifts backwards, pulling his shorts down, revealing the tool that she so desperately craves.

kneeling in the terra firma, while he lays on the bed, she locks her brim around the cock and slug it up and down, tasting the pre-cum she has made him produce.

She hears him moan in delight, while she gags as his tip touches the back of her throat.

"Mmm, I want it inside me,"she says, releases the vacuum around his dick.

Climbing up onto the bed, she gets on all-fours, spreading her moist pussy backtalk to invite him to lead his penis inside.

He duly obliges, resting one hand on her waist while she caresses her ass with the other.

He thrusts in and out, every gesture setting off the pleasure centres in her brain.

"Oh ! Oh God, yes !"she screams, with her back arched and her headway bent back.

He spanks her ass, sending a crack like the phone of a whip echoing through the room.

"Fuck, yeah, again !"she tells him, which he obeys.

"Ohh… shag !"she screams, as she feels cum dripping out of her kitty-cat, her mamilla flopping around.

"I'm going to cum soon…"he tell her in advance, panting as he says it.

"Okay… deform me on my binding,"she says.

He fully withdraws his tool, allowing her to simulate the position.

"Did I tell you last Nox how I like to terminate ?"she asks.

"No"

"screw my tits and cum in them."

With no objection, he starts titty-fucking her, while she starts fingering herself, easily fitting four fingerbreadth in because of how wet she is.

His dick, covered in her cum, slides easily through her tits.

"Here it comes ! Ah !"he announces, as a watercourse of fond, Patrick White cum squirt out of the tip of his dick.

It spurts up, covering her all the way from her mammilla to the tip of her nose. She opens her mouth in pleasure, allowing it to drip inside.

His work done, he then goes down on her, taking her fingerbreadth out of her slit and replacing them with his own.

She grabs the edge of the bed as she screams and spasms in delight, covering his hired hand in cum.

She grabs his hand so she can lick it off and preference it, as he collapses beside her, both of them panting with exhaustion.

"That… was…"Alexa starts to say.

"Unforgettable ?"

"I was going to say ‘ incredible ’, but yeah, that works too."

"You're going to have to beam me a written matter of that television, by the way,"he tells her, looking over to her phone on the desk.

"It's much better than an John Hancock, that's for sure ”, Alexa laughs, as they lay in bed all dawn, before exchanging contact lens details and parting ways.

Meanwhile…

Unbeknownst to both of them, an unknown design sits in a sinister room.

The lone source of light is the laptop concealment in battlefront of them.

The Figure's eyes dart around the screen, studying every inch of the video they are watching.

The malware they have installed on Alexa's headphone has finally paid dividends.

Right-clicking the video recording file, the Figure renames the file to"Alexa bliss and Fan ”.

The Figure then moves the file to a folder labelled"stage ”.

Hovering the cursor over the folder, The Figure sees there are now 23 video files contained within.

Happy with their work, The Figure closes the laptop, plunging the way into darkness…