2 weeks later.
It had taken days for Charlotte to overcome the incident in the locker room with Sasha, she hadn't ever expected that it would throw her brain through such a loop, but it had. And she didn't even want to recall the lucid dreams that had plagued her during the small hours of the night. Her fantasies horrified her, each one starring a certain purple haired minx without fail. She'd be damned before she EVER acknowledged the coil of attraction she had for The Boss. It just wasn't going to happen. End of. She had better things to put her attention to. Becky had dragged her all across town tonight since they had just wrapped up yet another show, it was nothing too extreme, they just hit a couple of bars, got a few drinks, hanging out like they did in the good old days. It was nice to have some semblance of normality when the bright lights and the cameras weren't around.
The hours had flown by so fast that it was already after midnight by the time they had returned to their hotel. Becky was slightly tipsy by the time that she had departed, whereas Charlotte was nearly fully sober. She held herself as a Queen even outside of the arena, she shook her head as she rounded the corner to the elevators... and then she stopped. Suddenly. No way in hell. There was only one person waiting for the metal box to reach ground floor: Sasha fucking Banks.
This had to be a joke.
Charlotte felt tension zing up her spine as she eyed the petite female, she did her best to ignore her tight fitting hotpants and tank top. It was nothing worth paying attention to anyway, or so she convinced herself. She thought fast and instinctively turned her head in search for an emergency staircase instead, anything would be an upgrade to sharing an elevator with the devil incarnate herself.
"Hey Charlotte." Came Sasha's tormenting voice, a sly grin curled onto her lips as soon as she noticed the tall blonde, she also became highly aware that the woman was refusing to acknowledge her existence at all. They both knew that she was getting the cold shoulder due to their last encounter. She just didn't know that screwing with the Queen could be so satisfying until now.
"Sasha." Charlotte greeted, but that was all she said. No smile, no eye contact; nothing.
The was a 'ting' as the elevator reached the bottom floor, both doors sliding open automatically. The Boss stepped inside, holding a certain bounce to her step, she spun around, facing the outside and let her hand hover against the door to hold it open, brown eyes landing onto the moody blonde. "Are you coming? Or should I leave your ass out here?" She smirked, kinking her brow at the growl she could swear she heard rumbling from deep in Charlotte's throat. Nothing had changed, they were picking up from where they left off 2 weeks ago.
With stiff steps, the Queen marched into the elevator and held her head high, saying nothing. If she didn't lower herself to respond then Sasha would never win. They stood shoulder to shoulder as the doors closed, the Boss hitting the button for the 7th floor and Charlotte hitting for the 10th. It seemed to take forever for the metal box to move, she grew irritated when she felt the petite female's eyes on her. Sasha was deliberately being a little shit, like always. "Will you knock it off already?"
"Ouch, someone is touchy tonight." Sasha clicked her tongue at the end of her words, and no, she did not 'knock it off', in fact she made a point of keeping her attention fixed purely on the 2nd generation Flair.
"That is because I would rather dig a tunnel through hell than spend a second in this elevator with you." Charlotte bit back sharply and crossed her arms over her chest. She willed herself to breathe in and out slowly to keep her temper under control.
"Is that the best you could come up with?" The Boss shook her head and chuckled. "Bitch please, you don't have to dig a tunnel to get back home."
The blonde pushed her tongue to her cheek and cast a dangerous glare at Sasha. Of course the petite female responded by flashing a coy smile at her. They stayed like that for moments on end, caught in a stare off, the hatred literally ricocheting from wall to wall. Charlotte had that murderous look again like she was ready to squeeze The Boss until she popped like a grape.
An eternity passed before the elevator came to a stop on the 7th floor and then the doors slowly parted. Sasha breathed out a dramatic sigh and reached her hand to Charlotte's face. "Sweetheart, didn't your daddy ever tell you that frowning will only give you wrinkles?" She tucked a strand of the blonde's hair behind her ear and then she stepped out of the metal box. "Woo." The Boss taunted predictably and made her way along the corridor, rummaging in her pocket for her keycard.
Something snapped inside of Charlotte as she watched the girl sway with confidence to her room, a furious cell in her brain took over and she found her hand forcing between the doors before they closed. She stormed out of the elevator and headed straight for Sasha. The Boss was in the process of bringing her card to the electric lock by the time she heard someone stomping in her direction, she turned at the last possible second. The air quickly punched out of her lungs when Charlotte grabbed her by the face and smashed their lips together. Sasha was boxed against the door, moaning hard and fighting to find purchase on the blonde's hips with her hands, without dropping her keycard. Their teeth clashed and she struggled to breathe as Charlotte's tongue speared into her mouth. Alarms were ringing off: they were in the hallway. Had Flair completely lost her mind?! And since when did she become an amazing kisser?! Too many thoughts swirled in her head and then completely disbanded the microsecond she felt the woman's heavy hands paw down her lithe body.
Sasha dropped her head against the door, half aroused half annoyed that Charlotte was controlling everything, she swiped the card through the lock and opened the door, both of them stumbling straight into the room. "Charlotte, what the hell?!" She gasped, cheeks flushed and eyes practically mystified as she gazed up at her rival.
"Shut up Sasha." The blonde whisked the girl to her and connected their lips in another brutal kiss, she didn't dare to guess at which part of her brain thought this was possibly a good idea but she abandoned all rational thought when Sasha responded double time, the girl jumped up and locked her tan legs around her waist, holding an iron grip on her, strong hands fisted in her blonde mane of hair as they moved across the hotel room. Charlotte's hands wound down and grabbed the girl's pert ass.
By this stage Charlotte would be a fool to deny the hard appendage in the confines of her pants, she tossed The Boss onto the king size bed without a care in the world. Sasha glared up at her, trying to show hatred instead of lust but failing so pitifully, she was too quick, springing to a perfect sit-up and tugging the blonde to her by her belt. She ripped her shirt open and attached her lips to her abs, adorning her pale flesh with sucking kisses. Charlotte endured it, at least for a few seconds, but that was all. Too soon the Queen reclaimed control and easily shoved the girl to the mattress for a second time, she crawled upon her like a lioness closing in on it's prey.
The Boss gave her the same sore frown that stuck on her face whenever she escaped her bank statement, Charlotte's hands fumbled with the girl's denim shorts and dragged them from her legs, soon targeting her tank top next. Sasha was being handled like a ragdoll, mind ablaze in shock at how quickly her clothes were vanishing from her body, by the time that she was naked the blonde was still barely undressed. Her chest was rising hard and falling harder under the weight of the Queen's gaze. Green eyes were on her like she was a piece of meat and a twisted little part of her loved it. White hot desire spread through her, she reached out with trembling hands and pulled Charlotte's shirt from her, then her bra. It was a blur of hasty movements, each article of clothing joining the others on the floor.
"Jesus..." Sasha groaned, the woman's mouth was devouring her neck like it was going out of style, teeth chewing and biting greedily on her bronze flesh. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, skull collapsing to the pillow, limbs turning to liquid heat and feeling too heavy to move. Charlotte was bold; a lot more experienced than she had ever thought.
Charlotte thrashed her tongue over Sasha's pulse and finished the rest of the job by removing her own pants and undergarments beneath, exposing herself fully. Laying on top of a naked Sasha Banks broke her brain, it made no sense and yet was everything she had wanted. She growled impatiently when her petite rival began to wriggle back, clearly too tempted to want to see her package once and for all. She didn't feel so unnerved around her, it wasn't new, she had known about it for years. Sasha felt a rush of fresh arousal spread between her legs as she let her eyes run over the impressive length that the blonde was sporting, it was so large and heavy, and not to mention rock solid, she took delight in the fact that it was all for her. Her teeth grazed her lower lip in anticipation.
"Can you stop staring like that?" Charlotte's voice was a mess; hoarse and undignified. She was too horny to think straight.
"You've been hiding this for years, just gimme a sec." Sasha argued, she curled her hands around to rest on the Queen's back, running her thumbs over her shoulderblades to keep her steady. Charlotte hated her, but she would never hurt her. She struggled to imagine how she was going fit inside of her, she was bigger than anyone she had been with in the past. "Talk about genetically superior."
"I am. Always have been." The blonde husked arrogantly and dragged Sasha's legs around her waist, settling down against her body. "And by the time I'm done with you, I'll be The Boss too."
"Fuck you, Flair." The purple haired girl sneered in defense, remembering just how much of a cocky asshole Charlotte could be, no pun intended.
"Wrong way, sweetie." Charlotte closed her mouth around Sasha's ear, doing things with her tongue that had the female squirming and arching uncontrollably beneath her. The tip of her cock rested along her opening, she could feel the ring of muscle flutter as she jutted her hips forward ever so slowly. Sasha was tight already, she wasn't even fully sheathed inside of her and began to doubt whether she would fit or not. Her brows knitted in pure focus, because it took a shitload of control to hold herself back from ploughing straight into the girl.
"God, Charlotte," Sasha was making unintelligible sounds, "hurry up, I want you inside of me already." She tried to rotate her hips up, desperate to take Charlotte further into her. Inch by inch she felt the heavy shaft sinking into her depths, making her toes curl and her back arch like a bow. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck..." Her groans dissolved into chants, her brain turned to mush as the female popped into her fully and bottomed out, claiming her insides with her magnificent girth.
It took immeasurable control for Charlotte to remain still against the greedy muscles clenching around her, she gritted her teeth and let her face drop to the junction between the girl's neck and shoulder. Sasha was like velvet silk, cushioning around her cock, as hot as molten and dripping wet. She tested the waters and gave a slow grind with her hips and her lover gave another fully body arch and clawed ten painted nails into her spine. The Queen rolled forward again, and again, building a rhythm for herself as the smaller girl hurriedly tried to buck up against her, seeking friction; seeking everything.
Sasha's moans grew sinful when Charlotte took full control and suddenly started to pound into her, she rolled her head into the pillow and bit her lip to swallow a scream every time the head of the woman's cock speared into the end of her channel, at this rate there was no time or space for her muscles to contract, Charlotte was effortlessly taking charge and fucking her like she was some sex doll. Her kisses were fire to her skin, her mouth consumed any inch it found and her bigger hands were taking handfuls of her flesh at a time, squeezing, groping, claiming. She was everywhere. And the Boss was nowhere to be found on planet earth anymore.
"Who is The Boss now, Sasha?" Charlotte fisted the girl's colorful hair and yanked her head back while her cock hammered her insides with every snap of her hips.
The petite female clawed Charlotte's back venomously and turned her face to the pillow, needing something, anything, to save whatever dignity she had left. She was ready to bite down on the case; to never answer that question.
"Uh, uh, uh," the blonde grabbed the pillow and launched it to the floor harshly, "not this time baby."
"Charlotte!" Sasha whined desperately, her vision becoming spotty, her lover mercilessly grabbed her legs and dragged them higher around her waist and suddenly she lost all ability to speak as a deeper grind was set between them. She rolled her hips in a half circle and felt her blood rush when Charlotte's cockhead dragged on her g-spot. That was when she realized that the woman had her. She kept doing this tiny little jerk every time she sunk in as far as she could go and it had The Boss crying out senselessly.
"Who is The Boss?" The Queen demanded again as pressure spiked in her groin.
"YOU!" Sasha screamed as she hit a completely unexpected orgasm, it had been building rapidly but burst without any warning. "You are, fuck! Oh my-FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" She swore she broke the sound barrier with her wails, writhing and thrashing and clenching hungrily around Charlotte. Her vision blacked out as her muscles spasmed, she didn't even have a chance to feel the waves taper off, the blonde stayed on her and furiously rubbed her swollen clitoris with her fingers. "OH MY GOD! CHARLOTTE!" She came again, her second orgasm ripping through her twice as strong as the first, she dropped her screams and fell to mindless mewling, she was holding onto Charlotte for dear sweet life, obliterated by the pleasure taking over. She didn't care anymore, the blonde wasn't just fucking her body, she was fucking her brain.
Charlotte wasn't holding up much better, her thrusts grew short and rigid, she released a strangled grunt as she exploded inside of Sasha, cock spurting jet after jet of hot come into her depths. The girl's walls trembled around her, milking her for everything she was worth, greedily sucking more, coaxing her seed to fill her. They both grew brainless and rode out the aftershocks of their orgasm together, Sasha managed to land a delirious kiss to Charlotte's lips as she felt her cock's pulses become weaker and weaker as she emptied the last few loads she had deep into her core.
Both females became boneless, one collapsing to the bed, the other collapsing on top. The Boss no longer cared that her limbs were entangled around the Queen, neither had the energy to move. Charlotte laid her cheek to Sasha's chest, using it as a pillow, and the girl allowed it, even going as far as to cradle her head against her and running her fingers through her sweaty blonde hair. She didn't know how long they stayed like that but neither spoke.
Not for a while at least.
"My ears hurt," Charlotte grumbled in time, "did you have to scream so lou-" Sasha quickly seized her in another deep kiss and rolled them over until she was on top, after discovering that her lover was still hard inside of her. Only this time she was determined to be one in control.