Working jobs painting people's houses in the middle of summer in Orlando wasn't your dream job. But it kept gas in the car, food in your stomach, and wrestling school paid for. Bryan, your good friend you met at wrestling camp, helped set you up for this job. Traveling so far from home to start your life long dream of becoming a wrestler started to take its toll financially. Luckily, Bryan knew a few people that would hire you.
An extra sunny and warm Saturday morning brought you and Bryan out to the suburbs. It was someone wealthy, judging by the look of the house and cars in the driveway.
You pull the company's work truck up to the curb. "Nice place," You tell Mike, Bryan's cousin who hired you, while looking over the estate with slight jealousy. "Kardashians live here?"
Mike shakes his head. "Naw, some little blonde chick. Alicia, I think she said her name was. Wants the entire outside repainted. Then anything else she might need help with."
"What do you mean 'anything else'," You say, partially annoyed. "We're here to paint the house. That's it."
"I know, man," Mike says, getting out of the truck. "But we do what she asks and we get paid. So, yeah, anything else."
You roll your eyes. "Great, another rich old lady telling us she needs help with her garden."
Mike smirks. "Yeah, maybe get you laid for once."
You playfully slap his arm as you slide out of the truck and join him on the front lawn. It was part of the company requirement to let the owners of the house know you were there before beginning work. Since this 'Alicia' was expecting you, she should be home right now.
A few moments after Mike rings the doorbell, the front entrance opens. Expecting some middle aged woman, you're taken by surprise by a five foot tall blonde woman with red streaks in her hair instead.
"Miss Alicia?" Mike asks.
"Alexa Bliss. You can call me Alexa, though," The woman says, standing aside to let you and Mike into her home.
It's unbelievable at first. You're in the front entrance of Alexa Bliss' home. THE Alexa Bliss. RAW and SmackDown Women's Champion. How could Mike mistaken her name for Alicia? Trying not to seem starstruck, you smile warmly behind your pair of dark sunglasses. Mike notices something off about you, but he ignores it.
"So," Alexa begins. "I need the entire outside repainted. Then I think I have some jobs inside that need to be done. Your boss said you did more than paint if I ask."
"Yes, ma'am," You say, cutting Mike off. "We can help with anything you might need."
Alexa returns your grin with a small smile of her own. "Thank you," She says. "If you need anything, I'll be out back, ok?"
"Yes, ma'am," You say.
Once you and Mike step back outside, he slaps your chest with the back of his hand.
"What?" You ask.
"Why are you being weird?" Mike asks.
You shrug your shoulders. "I'm not. I wish you told me this was Alexa Bliss' house. I had no idea she lived over here."
"Who?" Mike asks.
"Alexa Bliss," You repeat, finding awe in Mike's confusion. "She's a wrestler. WWE and shit."
Mike shakes his head. "Yeah, I don't watch that shit. Bryan does."
"I'm just saying, you might like it." You say.
Mike shakes his head as he heads back for the truck. "Doubt it." He yells back over his shoulder, making you chuckle.
It was still early in the morning but the sun was beating down. You and Mike made decent progress for the first two hours you were there. Unfortunately, you couldn't leave until the entire job was done. No matter how long it took.
As you hold the ladder steady for Mike to climb, the front door opens again. Alexa walks out, wearing a white robe, carrying a small tray with two tall glasses of a lemony yellow beverage.
"Thought you two would like some lemonade," Alexa says holding the tray out towards you.
After making sure Mike was steady, you reach out for the glasses and smile again.
"Thank you, ma'am," You say, taking a much needed sip from the glass. "That's good. Homemade?"
Alexa nods her head. "Yeah, freshly squeezed. My secret is to put a little strawberry in it."
You nod your head. "Well, thank you, Miss, it's great."
After a moment of awkward silence, Alexa clears her throat.
"So," She begins. "I was wondering if one of you could possibly come clean the pool for me? I wanna go swimming and I'm too short to reach some parts."
You look up at Mike on the ladder, who's looking back down at you with a shit-eating grin.
"You good if I go?" You ask.
Mike chuckles. "Yeah, man, I'll be alright."
"Cool, I'm taking your lemonade though," You say, getting a quiet giggle from Alexa and a shocked response from Mike.
As you walk into the front hall again, Alexa leads you into her kitchen and out her back patio door. The area around the massive pool is humid, but it is a nice day for a swim. You set the glasses of lemonade on the table. The pool scoop is leaning against the wall. This would be a nice break from painting the house. As easy as it sounded, it was a pain to paint in this kind of heat.
As you round the pool and start scooping out various debris, Alexa emerges from her house again. She stands beside a sun lounger and, in a moment that almost makes you drop the scoop into the pool, she pulls the robe off her body to reveal a very alluring pink bikini underneath. You've seen her wrestler in her ring gear, you've watched her on Total Divas, hell, shamefully, you've pleasured yourself to some of her Instagram posts. No harm, no foul, because she didn't know you and never would. Now, standing less than thirty yards from you, sun bathed skin glistening in the early morning sun, you feel guilty for going through her Instagram at three in the morning.
It doesn't occur to you that you're staring until she looks up from her phone. You quickly look away, but not before catching what looked like a smirk and silent giggle. She seats herself on the sun lounger and slides on a pair of sunglasses. With that, you decide to actually try to get some work done.
It was a quick job but it cooled you down. But now you would have to go back outside to help finish painting.
You set the scoop back where you found it. "Is there anything else you need, Miss Bliss?" You ask politely, being startled slightly when Larry-Steve, Alexa's pet pig, waddles up to you and sniffs your shoes.
Alexa giggles. "Aww, he likes you."
You kneel before the beast. You figure petting him like a dog would be the normal thing in this situation, so you scratch the pig behind his ears. Larry-Steve oinks a few times, then waddles back into the house.
"Looks like you have a new friend," Alexa says with a smile.
"I've always wanted to meet Larry-Steve," You say. "Seemed like a good pig on Total Divas."
Alexa smiles brighter. "He's a good boy. All my babies are," She gets up off the sunbather.
As she walks towards you, throwing the robe back over her shoulders, you can't help but stare at her surgically enhanced breasts. They are much better in real life; Instagram did her no justice. The more you stare, the more you wonder what they look like without a bikini top covering them, the more your blood supply rushes towards your groin. Just a second before it's too late, you look away. Lucky for your sunglasses or you may have gotten your ass kicked.
"What's your fiance up to today?" You ask, trying to steer the conversation away from the awkwardness only you knew about.
Alexa frowns. "We're not together anymore."
You feel your heart ache for her. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know."
Alexa shakes her head. "It's ok. Not a lot of people know. I like to keep my private life... Well, private."
"Of course." You say.
Alexa tilts her head slightly to one side. "Why do you need this job? I mean, besides the money. What do you do when you aren't painting houses?"
"Oh, I'm in wrestling school. Hope to get a tryout at the Performance Center sometime next year."
Alexa smiles again; It's so bright it nearly takes your breath away. "Yeah? That's so cool." She says.
"Thank you, ma'am," You say.
You could've sworn Alexa bit her lip just then, but it happened so quick you think it might've been your aching libido making things up in your mind.
"So, I actually do need help with something else," Alexa says, leading the way back into her house. "I have this problem with the couch. I don't know if you can do anything about it, but could you take a peak at it?"
You stop in her living room. "What's the issue?" You ask.
She points at the couch. "I think the support is messed up. Do you think you can take a peak under the skirt and see if you find anything?"
You nod your head. "Yeah, sure."
Laying on your back, you scoot under the couch until your chest up underneath the sofa.
"See anything?" Alexa asks.
Just as you begin to speak, you feel a pair of hands begin to tug at the zipper of your shorts. You think about protesting, but a pair of warm lips wrapping around your throbbing cock make you change your mind. It occurs to you, in that instant, that your manhood must've been showing since your little fantasy out on the patio. You don't know why this is happening, but you aren't going to stop it now.
She's really good at this. That's all you can think while Alexa's head gently bobs in your lap. You run your chapped hands through her hair, getting a small moan from her lips that only sends more lightning through your body.
Disappointingly, she stops. After a pop of her lips, she releases you.
"Are you going to stay under there all day?" She taunts in a playful tone of voice.
As quick as you can, you slide out from under the couch. Much to your surprise and sexual arousal, Alexa's standing in front of you while her bikini lay crumpled beside her on the floor.
"See anything you like?" She asks, licking her lips slowly. "I know you did on the patio."
You don't even care that she saw you out there. You go in for a kiss, but she stops you with a hand to your chest. Devilish smile spreading across her face, she lowers herself to her knees and takes you once again. This time, you know it's real. The light suctions on you shaft are real. The quiet moans escaping her throat are real. The urge to come in her mouth and watch her swallow are very real.
Just when you think you can't hold on anymore, she lets you go with a pop of her lips once again.
"This shirt," She says, tugging on your tattered "Legit Boss" t-shirt. "Better not be worn at this house again."
"Are you saying I'll be here again?" You ask coolly.
Alexa smirks. "After we see how good you are at fucking my tight little pussy, maybe,"
That comment alone almost makes you come. But you manage to hold back and chuckle.
"Then I'll wear my 'Moment of Bliss' tee next time," You say.
Another smile spreads across the Goddess' face as she lightly grips your shaft and directs you to follow her. Walking backwards, she leads you into what you assume to be the master bedroom.
Like a Greek Goddess, Alexa perches herself on her elbows at the top of the bed. You quickly remove your sweat coated shirt and shorts, as well as you shoes. You crawl over her, expecting to finally connect your lips. But, again, she places a hand on your chest and stops you.
"Lick me," She whispers.
You've never thought you'd hear those words come out of her mouth. You do as she says. Placing your mouth between her legs, hovering above her quivering pussy, you drape her shapely, muscular legs over your shoulders. You lazily drag your tongue over her just to see how she'd react. Surprisingly, she moans loudly. Louder than you anticipated. You do it again and find the same result. Over the next few moments, you slowly lick the pussy presented before you. Her moans only add to your own arousal.
Suddenly, she takes a hand full of your hair. She leans her head back into the pillows and nearly screams. As her breathing begins to slow down, you realize you just made Alexa Bliss have an orgasm. Her tiny frame is shaking with every breath she takes. It's quite the sight, but you need so much more.
You crawl over her again. She's expecting a kiss based on how she closes her eyes and leans her head forward. But instead of a kiss, you gradually slide your cock inside her. Her eyes shoot open. She attempts to take a deep breath but only manages a faint whimper.
"You like that?" You whisper in her ear.
She grabs your face and pulls it closer to hers. "Shut up and fuck me," She growls hungrily.
You don't have to be told twice.
Roughly, you crash your hips against hers. There's no need for any teasing. She's already had one orgasm, she's more than ready for you. You fear you may go too fast and finish far before she's ready. But you manage to keep a steady enough pace that you remain collected and she keeps moaning and digging her fingernails into your back. It hurts, but the urge to come is greater.
You can fell her tightening around you. She's about to come. Thank God, because so are you.
"Fuck," You mutter, feeling your end come closer.
"Come inside me," She says, eyes pleading with you. "It's ok. I'm on the pill."
You kiss her on the lips, finally feeling that spark you knew would be there. You keep your lips pressed together as you both come at the same time. She moans loudly into you. You let a few moans escape as well.
You finally break away the kiss. You need to catch your breath.
"That was amazing," She says. She giggles breathlessly. "What's your name?"
You chuckle. "Baby, you can call me whatever you want."
She giggles. "Yeah? You are so good at this. I'm glad I caught you staring at my tits."
"Yeah?" You give her a slow, drawn out kiss to the lips.
As you go to pull out of her, you realize just how much you had to release. Her sheets, inner thighs, and top of her pussy are covered in both your and her come.
"Again?" She asks.
You chuckle. "Yeah, again,"
As you step out into the front yard, it comes to your attention that the sun had gone down.
"Dude, what the fuck?" Mike says, rounding the corner of the house. "It's eight o'clock. What the hell was she having you do in there?"
You shrug. "Build some shelves. Unclog her toilet. Shit like that."
Mike sighs. "Well, the painting's done. She say anything about the bill?"
"Yeah, I'm supposed to stop by first thing in the morning to get it. She's got a flight at nine, so we gotta be here really early." You say.
As you and Mike head for the truck, your phone buzzes. As the text loads, you smile at the topless photo the blonde haired Goddess has gifted you with.
"See you tomorrow", says the caption.
You slide your phone back into your pocket. Hopefully, tomorrow morning goes just as well as today did.
