Becks sat in Asuka's dressing room in bewilderment, her anger suddenly overcome by a strong sense of lust, she had tried multiple times to leave the room but every time her body had betrayed her. She stood up, about to reach for the door again, when Asuka's smooth, sweet, and passionate kiss flashed through her mind. She groaned in frustration, sitting back down. She wondered to herself why Asuka had kissed her, she had not allowed Charlotte to kiss her when she became champion. She had wanted to get off and that was it.
She reflected back on her encounter with Charlotte, she had cashed in minutes after the Hell in a Cell match, she had been full of adrenaline, full of spite, and mostly needed an orgasm. She had grabbed Charlotte by her already messy hair and literally dragged her to the dressing room, the one that was hers, as only the champion doesn't share the communal locker room.
As soon as the door had closed she was ripping at the zipper of her tight leotard. She needed a release and she needed it NOW. Her skimpy leotard was off quickly, her pantyhose ripped open right at the crotch she didn't care she needed Charlotte's tongue. When she finally had all her layers off, she shoved Char's face into her crotch not caring where her tongue landed. Becky knew Charlotte was gasping for air but Becks didn't care. She pushed Char harder and harder against her, she was getting so close... Suddenly she could hold Charlotte's pure energy and she pulled away. "Fuck Char, losing than not keeping your end of the deal" Charlotte glared at Becky, her breath ragged and scattered. "Oh just like always the Charlottes backing out of her end of the deal, your daddy can't bao; you out, fuck Char" Charlotte has gone back sucking directly on Becky's clit. Becky began shaking, her hair whipping around her face, plastering against her forehead and sticking out in all directions. Becky was just about to reach an orgasm in her memory when Asuka opened the door.