Post by vastrix on Aug 1, 2019 0:51:43 GMT -5
Atlanta, Georgia at a strip club named Magic City. Marcus Anderson snorts cocaine off of a stripper’s tits during a private dance in a dark booth of the club. He lets out a loud “Woooooo!” as the drug goes straight to his head like a hammer. The stripper in question is named Nelle, who smiles as Marcus hollers and presses his face between her boobs for a quick motorboat session.
Nelle grinds on Marcus’ lap for a moment, feeling the fullness of the young man's erection against her crotch with an eye toward getting another lap dance in. Marcus looks past her to where Chris Parsons is commanding the attention of many of the other dancers who are not in lap dances or on the stage. They flock to him, man and woman alike, to see what he's going to do and how much money he's going to spend. He's already bought the house two rounds. They want more. The song begins to come to an end and Nelle breathes in Marcus’ ear, running her tongue down the outside of it.
NELLE: You want another lap dance, big man?
MARCUS ANDERSON: Uh huh…
Marcus can really not do much more than utter those words and maybe drool a little as Nelle nibbles a little at his neck.
NELLE: You gonna return to RSW for your match against Andi Snow? I saw the upcoming show card in New York City.
Marcus smiles, he hadn't bothered looking to see if he were booked as he has been partying with Chris Parsons in Atlanta as he celebrates leaving RSW.
Nelle looks high and low as the next song begins. She whispers into Marcus' ear.
NELLE: Don't tell people this happened.
MARCUS ANDERSON: Don't tell people what happened?
NELLE: Exactly.
Marcus is left in the dark as to what Nelle is meaning. That is until she unbuttons his pants to free his erection. She guides his erect member and settles down upon it, gliding him inside of her.
MARCUS ANDERSON: Ohhhh!
Nelle puts her hands on Marcus’ shoulders as she rides him. She rains kisses down the side of his face and neck, turning from kisses to suckling the side of his neck to leave small red marks in her wake.
As the song progresses, Nelle pumps up and down faster and faster, pressing Marcus’ face into her boobs as she clenches in orgasm. He quickly joins her, letting out a gasp of pleasure.
Nelle whispers in his ear as she slowly dismounts.
NELLE: Happy birthday, Marcus.
Marcus smiles as he puts his penis away and Nelle gets dressed.
MARCUS ANDERSON: How did you know it was my birthday?
NELLE: You know. Parsons told me. He also told me about your booking. Are you really going to New York City?
Marcus just shrugs.
MARCUS ANDERSON: I don't know that I ever want to return to RSW. I might just sign on with GCW as a manager for Parsons. Really follow in my father’s footsteps. From wrestler to manager to owner. Maybe someday I'll buy RSW from Esmeralda when she tires of it. She might not like it much after her husband is put down like a rabid dog.
Nelle nods, putting her arms around Marcus’ neck.
NELLE: You shouldn't give Esmeralda the pleasure of firing you. I can come with you and be your valet.
MARCUS ANDERSON: You would do that?
NELLE: Why not?
MARCUS ANDERSON: Let’s do it then. I'll let Parsons know that I'm going to go wrestle Andi Snow.
NELLE: I'll tell my boss that this is my last night.
The two leave the booth and go in their different directions. Marcus Anderson finds Chris Parsons as he gets off of the stage, having laid down to tip a blonde stripper named Heaven a hundred dollar bill. He sits down at the table next to the stage and sees Marcus sit down. To be more to the point, he sees the hickeys on the side of Marcus’ neck.
CHRIS PARSONS: Damn, kid. You let her eat you?
Marcus places a hand over the side of his neck and blushes.
MARCUS ANDERSON: She's going to be my valet in New York City.
Chris slaps Marcus’ shoulder with a laugh.
CHRIS PARSONS: You charmed a stripper out of her job? What next? She going to be your girlfriend? Shit, kid!
Marcus blinks, his blush increasing in intensity to extend down into his neck.
MARCUS ANDERSON: Well...that is...I don’t know.
A brunette comes over to the table and taps Parsons on the shoulder.
BRUNETTE: Champaign room?
CHRIS PARSONS: Sure thing, sugartits. Kid, you coming?
MARCUS ANDERSON: I think I should hit the road if I'm going to make it to New York City in time. We’ll...I guess it really is we’ll, catch a plane.
Nelle shows up at the table, dressed in street clothes.
NELLE: They didn't like it, but they accepted it. Shall we go?
Chris Parsons looks from Marcus to Nelle with a wide smile.
CHRIS PARSONS: Well, you two kids have fun. Kick Andi’s ass!
An hour later, Marcus and Nelle are in an Uber and on their way to the airport. Their driver, Luke, has been especially chatty about his former adventures at Magic City. That is until Nelle notices something.
NELLE: This isn't the way to the airport, Marcus.
MARCUS ANDERSON: It isn't? Luke? Where are you taking us?
Luke pulls over, putting on a mask with a spray can of something in hand as he turns around.
LUKE: Esmeralda says enjoy your way to New York. If you make it.
Luke sprays the can into the faces of Marcus and Nelle, forcing them to pass out.
Sometime later, Marcus Anderson sits up with a start as he feels himself moving. He looks around to see that he's in a freight car of a train. A freight car with pallets of pork and beans on it. He sees Nelle laying on the floor nearby and begins to nudge her.
MARCUS ANDERSON: Nelle! C’mon. Wake up!
Nelle begins to stir, groaning as she sits up and looks around.
NELLE: We’re on a fucking train? What the fuck? Why?
Marcus shakes his head.
MARCUS ANDERSON: Esmeralda. Trying to make my return to RSW as difficult as possible. I guess at least we're heading North.
Nelle looks around at the pallets of beans with a half smile.
NELLE: At least he put us on a train with food. I'm starving. Got a way to open a can?
Marcus happily reaches into a pocket and produces a Swiss Army knife.
MARCUS ANDERSON: I do indeed.
NELLE: Great! Let's eat and then try to figure out where we at.
MARCUS ANDERSON: To New York City and defeating Andi!
Nelle grinds on Marcus’ lap for a moment, feeling the fullness of the young man's erection against her crotch with an eye toward getting another lap dance in. Marcus looks past her to where Chris Parsons is commanding the attention of many of the other dancers who are not in lap dances or on the stage. They flock to him, man and woman alike, to see what he's going to do and how much money he's going to spend. He's already bought the house two rounds. They want more. The song begins to come to an end and Nelle breathes in Marcus’ ear, running her tongue down the outside of it.
NELLE: You want another lap dance, big man?
MARCUS ANDERSON: Uh huh…
Marcus can really not do much more than utter those words and maybe drool a little as Nelle nibbles a little at his neck.
NELLE: You gonna return to RSW for your match against Andi Snow? I saw the upcoming show card in New York City.
Marcus smiles, he hadn't bothered looking to see if he were booked as he has been partying with Chris Parsons in Atlanta as he celebrates leaving RSW.
Nelle looks high and low as the next song begins. She whispers into Marcus' ear.
NELLE: Don't tell people this happened.
MARCUS ANDERSON: Don't tell people what happened?
NELLE: Exactly.
Marcus is left in the dark as to what Nelle is meaning. That is until she unbuttons his pants to free his erection. She guides his erect member and settles down upon it, gliding him inside of her.
MARCUS ANDERSON: Ohhhh!
Nelle puts her hands on Marcus’ shoulders as she rides him. She rains kisses down the side of his face and neck, turning from kisses to suckling the side of his neck to leave small red marks in her wake.
As the song progresses, Nelle pumps up and down faster and faster, pressing Marcus’ face into her boobs as she clenches in orgasm. He quickly joins her, letting out a gasp of pleasure.
Nelle whispers in his ear as she slowly dismounts.
NELLE: Happy birthday, Marcus.
Marcus smiles as he puts his penis away and Nelle gets dressed.
MARCUS ANDERSON: How did you know it was my birthday?
NELLE: You know. Parsons told me. He also told me about your booking. Are you really going to New York City?
Marcus just shrugs.
MARCUS ANDERSON: I don't know that I ever want to return to RSW. I might just sign on with GCW as a manager for Parsons. Really follow in my father’s footsteps. From wrestler to manager to owner. Maybe someday I'll buy RSW from Esmeralda when she tires of it. She might not like it much after her husband is put down like a rabid dog.
Nelle nods, putting her arms around Marcus’ neck.
NELLE: You shouldn't give Esmeralda the pleasure of firing you. I can come with you and be your valet.
MARCUS ANDERSON: You would do that?
NELLE: Why not?
MARCUS ANDERSON: Let’s do it then. I'll let Parsons know that I'm going to go wrestle Andi Snow.
NELLE: I'll tell my boss that this is my last night.
The two leave the booth and go in their different directions. Marcus Anderson finds Chris Parsons as he gets off of the stage, having laid down to tip a blonde stripper named Heaven a hundred dollar bill. He sits down at the table next to the stage and sees Marcus sit down. To be more to the point, he sees the hickeys on the side of Marcus’ neck.
CHRIS PARSONS: Damn, kid. You let her eat you?
Marcus places a hand over the side of his neck and blushes.
MARCUS ANDERSON: She's going to be my valet in New York City.
Chris slaps Marcus’ shoulder with a laugh.
CHRIS PARSONS: You charmed a stripper out of her job? What next? She going to be your girlfriend? Shit, kid!
Marcus blinks, his blush increasing in intensity to extend down into his neck.
MARCUS ANDERSON: Well...that is...I don’t know.
A brunette comes over to the table and taps Parsons on the shoulder.
BRUNETTE: Champaign room?
CHRIS PARSONS: Sure thing, sugartits. Kid, you coming?
MARCUS ANDERSON: I think I should hit the road if I'm going to make it to New York City in time. We’ll...I guess it really is we’ll, catch a plane.
Nelle shows up at the table, dressed in street clothes.
NELLE: They didn't like it, but they accepted it. Shall we go?
Chris Parsons looks from Marcus to Nelle with a wide smile.
CHRIS PARSONS: Well, you two kids have fun. Kick Andi’s ass!
An hour later, Marcus and Nelle are in an Uber and on their way to the airport. Their driver, Luke, has been especially chatty about his former adventures at Magic City. That is until Nelle notices something.
NELLE: This isn't the way to the airport, Marcus.
MARCUS ANDERSON: It isn't? Luke? Where are you taking us?
Luke pulls over, putting on a mask with a spray can of something in hand as he turns around.
LUKE: Esmeralda says enjoy your way to New York. If you make it.
Luke sprays the can into the faces of Marcus and Nelle, forcing them to pass out.
Sometime later, Marcus Anderson sits up with a start as he feels himself moving. He looks around to see that he's in a freight car of a train. A freight car with pallets of pork and beans on it. He sees Nelle laying on the floor nearby and begins to nudge her.
MARCUS ANDERSON: Nelle! C’mon. Wake up!
Nelle begins to stir, groaning as she sits up and looks around.
NELLE: We’re on a fucking train? What the fuck? Why?
Marcus shakes his head.
MARCUS ANDERSON: Esmeralda. Trying to make my return to RSW as difficult as possible. I guess at least we're heading North.
Nelle looks around at the pallets of beans with a half smile.
NELLE: At least he put us on a train with food. I'm starving. Got a way to open a can?
Marcus happily reaches into a pocket and produces a Swiss Army knife.
MARCUS ANDERSON: I do indeed.
NELLE: Great! Let's eat and then try to figure out where we at.
MARCUS ANDERSON: To New York City and defeating Andi!
