Dean raised his hands in victory as the crowd went crazy. He scanned the nearest rows and quickly found her. As usual dressed like all the other ring rats. Short skirt, see-through top, fish net stocking, long boots. The only difference was that she wasn't a ring rat. At least not what he knew off. She never made it backstage after a show with the other ring rats although he was always hoping she would. She was fresh meat, someone he still hadn't taken down like most of the other girls, and he would really like to add her to his list.
He locked eyes with her and sent her a sassy smile, hoping she would take it as an invitation. She gave him a half hearted smile back before getting up from her chair and starting to walk away from the ring. She stopped near the door and scanned the room. He wondered who she was searching for. He always thought she came to these shows alone. Maybe he was wrong. He rolled out of the ring and made it backstage.
He searched for his friend Roman and found him outside. He walked over to him.
"Good match," Roman said.
"Yeah, it was alright," Dean said and nodded.
"Ready to go in there and pick your flavour of the night?" Roman asked with a smirk.
Before Dean could answer he noticed her in the parking lot with a man that looked old enough to be her father. They were walking towards a car.
"Do you know who she is?" Dean asked and pointed towards her.
"No man, not a clue. I've seen her many times at our shows but never spoken with her. She never comes backstage like the other ring rats," Roman answered.
"I wonder why she's dressed like that if she's not interested in getting into bed with any of us," Dean said.
"Maybe she just likes to be a walking sex symbol," Roman chuckled.
"She sure does scream sex," Dean said and smiled.
"So what do you say? Get back inside and find an actual ring rat as usual?" Roman asked.
"Yep," Dean answered.
It didn't take long for them to find a girl each to hook up with. Plenty were offering as always and it was like a buffet. Just pick and choose whoever they want, fuck their brains out and leave them wanting more. It didn't matter what their names were. The girls chose to offer themselves willingly and they knew what came with that lifestyle although many of them always came back in hopes of more. Some of them had the illusions of maybe getting a relationship with one of the wrestlers. Those were the hardest to get rid off.
Dean had learned a long time ago to never take them back to his place. He either just fucked them in the bathroom or in his car on the parking lot or he went home with them so he could leave once he was done. Tonight's girl only made it to his car. She didn't even make it inside the car. He just bent her over the hood of it and fucked her right there, not caring about anyone might seeing them. He didn't even look at her. His mind was set on the mysterious girl who had left with the old man and it was with her face in mind that he came. He had no idea if the girl bent over his car got anything out of it and he didn't really care. He just pulled out of her, mumbled something she couldn't hear and went inside his car to drive home.