Where the hell am I ?

That is Alexa Bliss'first thought as she awakes from a deep sleep. Her irregular persuasion is of the raging concern that just came over her, the issue of a monumental hangover. Whatever she'd drunk last night, it was either very strong, or in very large quantities. Or, probably both.

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

That's trade good, she thinks, at to the lowest degree I made it back okay.

eyesight her bag on the bedside locker, 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 extraneous physical object, and pulls out a pair of glasses.

They are not hers.

Only then does she earn that she isn't wearing any underwear. She always wears a pair of knickerbockers going to bed when she's on her own, so if she is completely bare, that can only stand for one thing :

She fucked someone last night, and they must have left their glasses behind.

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

Leaning over, she puts the looking glass down on the bedside locker, and retrieves her handbag.

She is relieved to see that all of her holding are still there, including her phone, pocketbook and tampons. Looking around the room, she also realises that her brake shoe, a black dress and underclothes have all been neatly placed on a nearby chair.

Wow, what a gentleman he must take been, she thinks. He didn't even take her bloomers with him to wank in, or sell on eBay.

Taking her phone out of her bag, she hopes it will bring home the bacon her with some clues as to what she might have done after Raw ended.

Sure enough, her most recent photo are selfies of her in a disastrous wearing apparel, partying in a club somewhere. But she doesn't see anyone she recognises, nor does she see anyone wearing a twosome of glasses.

It's starting to come back to her now. She wanted to go partying after Raw, but none of the early adult female were keen on the idea, so she decided to go by herself.

At least she knows how her Nox started. The bad news is that based on the amount of alcoholic beverage she was drinking in the pictures, she is unlikely to remember any Sir Thomas More than that.

Not unless any footage of her night out emerged on social sensitive overnight, which would be a big trouble, but a fast search of Google reveals nothing incriminating.

Finally mustering the strength to strike, Alexa puts her headphone down and haul her naked ass out of bed.

Confident that the rest of her property are in the wardrobe where she left them, she heads towards the bathroom and closes the door.

After having a weewee, a motherfucker and washing out her mouth, she heads for the exhibitioner, hoping the common cold water system will make her heading and awake her up.

The low temperature nebulizer makes her shiver, giving her goose pimple and making her nipples so hard that they could cut chicken feed. After adjusting to the temperature, she grabs the hotel's shower gel and spreads it all over her eubstance. Working up a lather in every crevice, she pays special aid to her crotch and in between her tits.

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

As she steps out of the exhibitioner, she hears the door of the hotel elbow room undefended and close.

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

But the person standing there is not a hotel employee.

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

He is a tightly fitting man, in his 20s, wearing a wrestle tee shirt and short circuit. He is holding a Starbucks cup in one paw, having just put a endorsement cup and a way key down on a nearby table.

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

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

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

"So… that happened lastly dark"

"Yeah, about that…"

"looking at, I understand. I obviously know who you are, but you don't have to worry, I'm not going to tell a soul about last-place night"

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

She needs to know what happened stopping point night, and he deserves to know the truth. So, she decides, that is exactly what she will severalise him.

"O.K., 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 club, but I was so drunk. I don't know where we met, I don't remember where we went… I don't even remember 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 O.K., whatever happened, I'm O.K. 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 rassling fans, and then we went drinking all night."

"Did we converge at the club ?"

"No, my mates 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."

"O.K., then what ?"she asks, now feeling safe enough to drink the deep brown she is holding.

"Out of all my spouse, I'm the merely one who's single, so they said I should go over and ask for your issue. I was drunk myself, so it seemed like a nifty estimation at the time. But to my surprise, you said I could let more than than that…"

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

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

"Wait… this is your room ?"

"Yeah, did you not see my material 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 check,"Alexa admits, regretting not looking in the wardrobe, or looking to see if her room key was at the bed 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 sentence 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 unspoiled. And I really do prize you not telling anyone, that's very form of you."

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

"Right, well… I should go. Um… I found your glasses, 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 coffee, throwing the empty cup in the bin and retrieving all of her poppycock, she keeps the dressing robe on as she heads out of the hotel elbow room, before realising that there was one thing she still didn't know.

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

"Oh yeah, I told you last night, 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 close up doorway in straw man of her, Alexa feels so guilty.

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

But what about her ?

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

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

realness did not last up to the fantasy, and it was all her fault.

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

"Did you blank out something else ?"he says as he opens the door, now wearing his glasses.

Ignoring him, Alexa barges back in to the room.

"Okay, there's something you should know about me,"she proclaims, as she throws her things onto the flat coat, and fish around in her bag for something.

"What's that ?"

"I hate dissatisfactory people,"she says, pulling her phone out of her bag."Whether it's disappointing the boss with a bad lucifer, or disappointing fans by not having time to sign their poppycock, or unsatisfying masses in the bedroom. I hate it."

"And ?"

"And you're clearly disappointed with what happened last night. There's nada I can do to fix that, but I can make up for it."

"Oh yeah, how's that ?"he says, looking interested despite his clear 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 realise sure we can never forget it again…"

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

"I… uh…"Jason stutters.

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

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

"come on then… remind me of how right 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 short pants, and she puts her hand up the leg of his shorts, stroking his hawkshaw, 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 tits while she strokes his pecker.

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

"I am a wrestler, remember ? I can twist you and bed you any way I want…"she teases, as she leans down, passionately kissing him, ramming her tongue down his throat, as her breasts rest on his chest.

She can sense his throbbing prick through his trunks, and can't wait to pull them off.

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

kneeling in the land, while he lays on the bed, she locks her sassing around the shaft and licks it up and down, tasting the pre-cum she has made him produce.

She hears him groan in pleasure, while she gags as his tip touches the rear of her throat.

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

Climbing up onto the bed, she gets on all-fours, spreading her moist kitty-cat lips to invite him to guide his penis inside.

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

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

"Oh ! Oh God, yes !"she screams, with her book binding arched and her forefront set back.

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

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

"Ohh… fuck !"she screams, as she feels cum dripping out of her twat, her tits flopping around.

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

"Okay… turn me on my backbone,"she says.

He fully withdraws his dick, allowing her to assume the position.

"Did I tell you go dark how I like to fetch up ?"she asks.

"No"

"Fuck my tits and cum in them."

With no expostulation, 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, lantern slide easily through her tits.

"Here it comes ! Ah !"he announces, as a stream of warm, White person cum spurts out of the tip of his dick.

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

His work done, he then goes down on her, taking her finger's breadth out of her pussy and replacing them with his own.

She grabs the bound of the bed as she screams and spasms in pleasure, covering his hand in cum.

She grabs his hired hand so she can bat it off and taste 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 send me a copy of that video, by the way,"he tells her, looking over to her earpiece on the desk.

"It's much better than an autograph, that's for sure ”, Alexa laughs, as they lay in bed all morning, before exchanging liaison details and parting ways.

Meanwhile…

Unbeknownst to both of them, an obscure human body sits in a dark room.

The only source of Inner Light is the laptop screen in front of them.

The physical body's eyes dart around the silver screen, studying every inch of the picture they are watching.

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

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

The Figure then moves the file to a booklet labelled"story ”.

Hovering the cursor over the leaflet, The name sees there are now 23 video single file contained within.

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