It started out with a kiss. How did it end up like this? It was only a kiss... it was only a kiss...
The producers weren't even speaking clearly over the club music. It was something to do with Lana and for the stupid "reality" show Alexa was forced to be on by WWE higher-ups. Alexa wasn't sure what was going on until Lana tapped her on the shoulder. She turned, expecting a question or Lana to be wielding her phone for yet another selfie. But it wasn't that simple, unfortunately. Lana leaned in and planted a closed-lip kiss right on Alexa. The producers called cut and Alexa recoiled in horror.
"Uh, what the heck was that?" Alexa asked, trying to keep a friendly front for the sake of keeping a decent public image.
Lana giggled, her sparkling pink lips stretching into an innocent smirk. "For the show, honey. TV viewers love a little girl-on-girl." She cooed, fluttering one eye closed as she finished her sentence.
"For the show..." Alexa repeated, thinking the phrase over and over again in her mind.
Lana nodded. "For the show."
'For the show' would make sense if that was the case and nothing else came of it. The problem Alexa was facing was the after-effect of the quick peck. If it was just for the show, why did she almost lean in for more? If it was just for the show, why couldn't she stop staring at Lana's cleavage or lose her breath if she caught even the slightest hint of her nipple? If it was just for the show, why were Alexa's thighs sticky with desire for the blonde with a hand on her knee?
Maybe it was just for the show to the producers. But it wasn't just that for either lady participating in the publicity stunt. Alexa had a boyfriend who she loved dearly and couldn't wait to go back home to once filming was over, but she couldn't stop her heart rate from increasing with each inch Lana's hand slid further up her leg under the cover from their table.
Alexa quickly realized that 'for the show' wasn't just for the show when she found herself alone in a car with Lana. Nia had left already and Alexa's phone was dead so she couldn't call for an Uber. Luckily, Lana had driven and was more than happy to give Alexa a ride back to her house.
"For the show," Alexa thought to herself. Her lips were too preoccupied with Lana's to say it out loud. When she wasn't exchanging sloppy kisses with the Ravishing Russian, Alexa's sweet vocals produced low moans with every nip, lick, and kiss Lana planted on her neck.
Alexa lay with her back against the passenger-side front door. Lana was kneeling on Alexa's side, covering the tiny woman with kisses. The windows fogged over, threatening to spoil their secret rendevous to whoever walked by the parked car.
Alexa never felt this turned on in her entire life. A gorgeous woman with an amazing figure wanted her and nothing else in the world. Maybe Buddy would understand why she was late getting home, or maybe Alexa could try to play off some excuse like the TV filming running late. Maybe Buddy wouldn't notice the lipstick marks on her neck or the fingernail welts on her inner thigh.
Lana's left hand shifted from Alexa's hip to her core. Alexa exhaled sharply, inhaling with a high-pitched breathy moan that made Lana grin.
"Well, hi," Lana purred under her breath, momentarily pausing the make out. "Someone's really enjoying this."
"For the show," Alexa muttered.
Lana cocked an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? I guess you're right."
Lana slipped her right hand inside Alexa's dress. Lightly pecking Alexa once again, Lana tugged Bliss' black lace panties down her shapely legs and balled them up. Lana, shoving the undergarment against her nose, teased herself between her legs while Alexa watched on.
"I'm-I'm not..." Alexa sputtered, trying to piece her words together. "I-I don't like..."
"Me neither," Lana teased.
Alexa's head lifted off the armrest as Lana's lowered between her legs. Alexa, with bated breath, watched Lana's ruby-red tongue dart out of her mouth and flick her clit.
"FUCK!" Alexa moaned loudly, dropping her head back again. The sudden impact hurt, but the intoxicating feeling between her thighs made her ignore the pain.
Lana went to work listening to Alexa's moans like it was her favorite song. Her tongue sped up or slowed down, all depending on Alexa's response.
Alexa lowered her dress straps, freeing her tits to the cool air in the car. Alexa felt herself up, only adding to her own pleasure. Bliss pinched her bright-pink nipples, only stopping when Lana's hand reached for her breast.
Lana paused for a minute. Alexa was going to tell her to keep going, but Lana shoved her middle and index finger in her mouth. Alexa sucked and licked the fingers like it was her boyfriend's cock. Lana moaned, feeling her own flood happening between her legs.
Lana pushed the fingers Alexa licked deep into the goddess' pussy. Alexa cried out, her voice broken and choppy with every fast breath.
"I'm gonna fucking cum!" Alexa cried, pulling at Lana's braided hair with both hands.
Lana brushed her tongue over Alexa's clit, her fingers pumping inside her quickly but with a timely rhythm. Finally, Alexa shut her eyes and flew over the edge. Lana sat back in her car seat, sucking Alexa's cum off her fingers and licking it up from her chin.
"For the show?" Lana giggled.
"For the show..." Alexa mumbled, breathing deeply to catch her bearings.
"So... would 'the show' want me to take you home... or show you the nine-inch strap-on I have back at the hotel?" Lana asked.
Alexa's lust-filled eyes locked with Lana's. Though she knew Buddy would be expecting her home soon, Alexa answered the question with a devilish smirk and a wink.
Lana, starting the car and putting it in drive, drove back into town.
