The Trade off Ch2-Samaria & Mark
(In this story, It 2012, but Sheamus and Undertaker are in their early 20's)
Samaria….
Wrestling in a tag team match against the Divas of Doom wasn't a joke; those chicks needed to take a serious chill pill. "Being Glam Slammed into the wrestling mat wasn't in the script and that bitch Beth is going to pay dearly for that next week," I mumbled. Walking down the hallway going towards my lockerroom, I started to pull of my accessories to get ready for a shower that I desperately needed. I turned the doorknob and walked in, pulling off my hair scrunchie, running my hands through my thick auburn mane to straighten it out. My tank top and cargo jeans came next with sweaty socks and wrestling boots following soon after. Taking a second to stretch, I quickly grabbed my towel, a change of clothes, and rushed off to the shower.
After getting the water just to my liking, I stepped inside, letting the hot water run over my muscles. This is going to be very awkward, letting Mark see me in the nude. It's one thing to let Ste see me like that, but…that was different! He is my boyfriend and Mark is my friend. Clearly, Stephen wouldn't let me spend the night in a hotel room with someone who he thought was dangerous. But at least he didn't just jump to an answer, showing that he did consider my opinion. Cutting the water off, I grabbed my towel and dried off. Grabbing another to dry my hair, I walked out of the bathroom not recognizing that Mark had crept into the lockerroom.
Mark ….
While Samaria was in the ring doing her match, I gathered my things and headed to her lockerroom to wait for her. That way we could leave the arena a little earlier. I arrived to see her door slightly opened. Still, to be cautious, I knocked a few times, still getting no response, so I pushed the door open further. I hoped that I didn't walk in on her while she was getting dressed, then again I wouldn't complain if I did. Her body was something that every man on the roster had lusted after. Caramel skin, hazel eyes, long brown hair that was actually her own, not a weave sown in, and beautiful legs. A man can't help but visualize being between them or having them thrown over their shoulders. But what I liked about her was how she didn't whore herself out to get to the top. She worked hard in the ring and out, a classic throwback to the days when they hired women who actually wrestled. Shit, to be honest I'm surprised that she let Sheamus get close to her. Well, there's no turning back now. Seeing the steam coming from the shower in the bathroom, I knew she was showering the nights grim and grit away. Well, I might as well wait. It's not like she can hear me in there. I walked over to the chair in the corner of the room.
"I'll just wait on her to come out."
20 Minutes Later….
Sitting in the corner, he was damn near falling asleep. He knew females took a long to shower but, Damn! If she didn't come out soon he was going to-
The moment he saw her, he forgot how to think. She stepped out of bathroom with a white towel wrapped around her, the water glistening on her skin. He could already feel his erection trying to rip a hole through his jeans. Not trusting himself to speak, he simply grunted his hello, earning a yelp from Samaria.
"What the hell! When did you get here?"
"I arrived about 15 minutes before you got out of the shower. I was thinking that after you got dressed, we could head back to the hotel. I'm not trying to rush you into this because I don't know how you feel. But if you're okay with this, I am to."
After hearing that, she had to laugh. It seemed like he was afraid of stepping on her boyfriend's toes.
As if he had heard her thought, he quickly added, "I'm not scared of him. I wanna respect both of you because one of you can change your minds."
She ginned as she cocked her head back to look at him from an angle. From her measly 5 ft frame he seemed like a monster, but behind the scenes he was anything but. The fact that he was giving her the option to change her mind spoke volumes. "Just pretend like I'm Monáe. That way it won't be so awkward between us."
She walked over to her gym bag to grab some underclothes, a pair of True Religion Jeans and a Happy Bunny Tank top. Turning around, she walked over to where he was sitting, and whispered in his ear,
"I already talked it over with her. She said it was cool." Before she moved away, she licked the rim of his ear, causing him to shiver slightly. Satisfied with the reaction, she went back into the bathroom.
Mark looked puzzled. It was as if someone told her that his ear was his sweet spot. Now if she wanted him to really treat her like his real girlfriend, then he would. But he worried if the same rules would apply in the bedroom. He walked over to open the bathroom door and opened it slightly, just enough so she could hear him.
"Do the same rules apply in the bedroom as well? Because if they do, I don't think you will be able to handle me."
Samaria….
Handle him? Hell, I have to put up with Sheamus in the bedroom and he's a beast! How bad could he be? We'll see who has the last laugh at the end of the night. I started to give him a rebuttal, but decided against it. If he wanted to play that game, I'll play right along. I reached over to zip my bag, purposely wiggled my ass in Mark's face. Looking over my shoulder, I noticed that Mark had a pretty big bulge in the front of his jeans. His face was slightly red and he looked slightly uncomfortable. Picking up my bag, I walked over to him and asked sweetly, "Are you ready, because I am".
Mark ….
This little girl didn't know what she was doing to me. Watching her little ass wiggling back and forth in those tight jeans was making my dick press into the zipper of my pants. It took every ounce of my self control to not bend her little thick ass over and take her right there in the room. Just the thought made me start sweating and it wasn't even hot. Now she's going to look back at me like she doesn't know what she's doing. Oh yeah. We are definitely getting acquainted in the bed tonight. Because I am more than ready to tear her little ass up.