Where the pit am I ?

That is Alexa Bliss'first thought as she awakes from a deep eternal sleep. Her secondly persuasion is of the raging headache that just came over her, the result of a massive hangover. Whatever she'd drunk last night, it was either very secure, or in very large quantities. Or, probably both.

Opening 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 previous night's sequence of Raw.

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

visual perception her purse on the bedside cabinet, 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 physical object, and pulls out a pair of glasses.

They are not hers.

Only then does she pull in that she isn't wearing any underwear. She always wears a couplet of knickerbockers going to bed when she's on her own, so if she is completely naked, that can only imply one thing :

She fucked someone net Nox, and they must have left their glasses behind.

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

proclivity over, she puts the glasses down on the bedside footlocker, and retrieves her handbag.

She is relieved to see that all of her belongings are still there, including her phone, pocketbook and tampons. Looking around the room, she also realises that her shoes, a smuggled 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 fill her knickers with him to fuck off in, or sell on eBay.

taking her telephone out of her bag, she hopes it will provide her with some clues as to what she might take in done after Raw ended.

Sure enough, her most recent ikon are selfies of her in a disgraceful dress, partying in a club somewhere. But she doesn't see anyone she recognises, nor does she see anyone wearing a couplet of glasses.

It's starting to come back to her now. She wanted to go partying after Raw, but none of the other cleaning lady were corking on the estimation, so she decided to go by herself.

At least she knows how her night started. The bad news is that based on the amount of alcoholic beverage she was drinking in the film, she is unconvincing to recollect any Sir Thomas More than that.

Not unless any footage of her night out emerged on social metier overnight, which would be a big problem, but a quick hunting of Google reveals nothing incriminating.

Finally mustering the strength to move, Alexa puts her earpiece down and cart her bare ass out of bed.

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

After having a pissing, a poop and washing out her mouth, she heads for the exhibitor, hoping the cold water will clear her head and wake her up.

The cold spray makes her tingle, giving her goosebumps and making her mammilla so hard that they could cut glass. 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 crack, she pays special attention to her genitals and in between her tits.

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

As she steps out of the cascade, she hears the door of the hotel elbow room open 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 threshold, she opens the doorway and emerges back into the hotel room, expecting to greet the hotel employee.

But the mortal standing there is not a hotel employee.

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

He is a close man, in his 20s, wearing a grappling tee shirt and short. He is holding a Starbucks cup in one bridge player, having just put a second cup and a elbow room key down on a nearby table.

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

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

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

"So… that happened last Night"

"Yeah, about that…"

"flavor, I understand. I obviously know who you are, but you don't have to worry, I'm not going to tell a someone about finis Night"

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

She needs to know what happened hold out dark, and he deserves to be intimate 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 baseball club, but I was so inebriate. I don't know where we met, I don't retrieve where we went… I don't even recollect your name. I'm… so sorry."

"You don't remember… anything ?"

"No, sorry."

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

"Can you enjoin me ? It's okey, whatever happened, I'm okey with it. But I really would care to know."

"Well… it was my mate's 21st natal day yesterday. A mathematical group of us went for something to eat, then we went to Raw because we're all grapple fan, and then we went drinking all night."

"Did we meet at the society ?"

"No, my checkmate 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 lodge until just now."

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

"Out of all my mates, I'm the only one who's single, so they said I should go over and ask for your telephone number. I was drunk myself, so it seemed like a great idea at the fourth dimension. But to my surprisal, you said I could stimulate Thomas More than that…"

"And I asked you to number 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 poppycock in the press ? And how did you think I just let myself in ? I assumed your room key was in your handbag."

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

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

"Fucked."

"Yeah, if you could foretell it that."

"And… how was it ?"

"It was… fine."

"Just… mulct ?"she asks, curiously. She hasn't received such a luke-warm remark 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 comfortably. And I really do appreciate you not telling anyone, that's very kind of you."

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

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

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

Finishing her coffee, throwing the empty cup in the bin and retrieving all of her stuff, she keeps the dressing robe on as she heads out of the hotel room, before realising that there was one affair she still didn't know.

"Oh my God, I'm so sad,"she says as she stands in the hall with the way door still open."I never got your name."

"Oh yeah, I told you endure 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 closed threshold in front of her, Alexa feels so guilty.

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

But what about her ?

No, she got so drunk that she didn't recall coming together him, didn't think of having sex with him, and didn't even remember his figure !

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

Reality did not subsist up to the phantasy, and it was all her fault.

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

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

Ignoring him, Alexa barges back in to the room.

"Okay, there's something you should recognise about me,"she proclaims, as she throws her things onto the undercoat, and fish around in her pocketbook for something.

"What's that ?"

"I hate disappointing people,"she says, pulling her phone out of her bag."Whether it's disappointing the political boss with a bad match, or disappoint rooter by not having time to sign their stuff, or unsatisfying people in the bedchamber. I hate it."

"And ?"

"And you're clearly disappointed with what happened last Nox. There's nix I can do to fix that, but I can bring in up for it."

"Oh yeah, how's that ?"he says, looking concerned 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 make surely we can never blank out it again…"

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

"I… uh…"Jason stutters.

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

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

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

He pulls his shirt off, making sure his glasses remain in property, as he makes his way over to Alexa. She can she his erecting growing through his shorts, and she puts her hired man up the leg of his shorts, stroking his dick, feeling the blood 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 dick.

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

"I am a grappler, think back ? I can twist you and fuck you any way I want…"she teases, as she leans down, passionately kissing him, ramming her knife down his throat, as her breast rest on his chest.

She can feel his throbbing tool through his drawers, and can't wait to take out them off.

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

Kneeling in the ground, while he lays on the bed, she locks her rim around the shaft and clout it up and down, tasting the pre-cum she has made him produce.

She hears him moan in joy, while she gags as his tip touches the rachis 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 twat lips to call for him to head his phallus inside.

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

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

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

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

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

"Ohh… roll in the hay !"she screams, as she feels cum dripping out of her pussy, 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 binding,"she says.

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

"Did I tell you last night how I like to finish ?"she asks.

"No"

"screwing my nipple and cum in them."

With no objection, he starts titty-fucking her, while she starts fingering herself, easily fitting four fingers 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 stream of warm up, white cum spirt 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 rima oris in pleasance, allowing it to drip inside.

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

She grabs the edge of the bed as she screams and muscle spasm in pleasure, covering his deal in cum.

She grabs his hired man so she can lap up 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 television, by the way,"he tells her, looking over to her phone 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 contact details and parting ways.

Meanwhile…

Unbeknownst to both of them, an unknown public figure sits in a dark room.

The solely source of Light is the laptop screen in front end of them.

The Figure's eyes dash around the screen door, studying every column inch of the video recording they are watching.

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

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

The Figure then moves the file cabinet to a leaflet labelled"tier ”.

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

Happy with their work, The digit closes the laptop, plunging the room into darkness…