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Author's Note: I was thinking the other day about how long this story will end up being. I considered the permutations and where I want to see it go. For those of you that are fans of this story, you're gonna be happy because I think this may turn into a long epic. I constantly get PM's asking me to insert this Diva or that Knockout. There are so many women to choose from. I'm dizzy just thinking about it. So anyway, the last time we visited the ladies of "The E", Mercedes aka Sasha, had just given Layla a gift that keeps on giving – arousal-moistened underwear. This was after Layla put her cards on the table with the NXT Divas. Where, oh where is this going to lead? Welcome to Chapter 8, Taking It to the Bank. Bank being short for Banks… Sasha Banks. If you are a fan of Sasha Banks and have wanted to see her just turned up and slutty, you are in for a treat.
Alexa's voice: "Previously, in The Squared Circle…"
"Paige is going to call me. She said we have a lot to talk about." Layla began her debrief. "Bayley, I can't get a read on her but I think she will blow with the wind. And I am positive that Sasha wants to fuck me. She asked me where we were staying and told me she would get my number from Paige and call me."
"If you had asked me, I would have told you that I thought she'd be the first domino to fall." Stephanie said. "I don't know why. Call it a gut feeling."
"Speaking of gut feelings, can we get something to eat…" Layla's sentence was interrupted by a knock on the window. "I'm starved." Layla rolled the window down to see Mercedes standing there with a plastic shopping bag in her hand.
"I decided I didn't want to be coy." Mercedes stuck the bag through the window to hand to Layla. "Call me." She then turned on her heels and walked back toward the building. Layla rolled the window up and peered inside the bag. When she saw the contents, she chuckled in disbelief.
"Ho…lee shite." Layla calmly said. "Wow."
"What is it?" Stephanie scooted forward in her seat to get a better look.
Layla looked at Stephanie then back down in the bag before reaching inside to pull out a pair of red cotton underwear. As Layla inspected them, she noticed a damp spot in the front. She brought them up to her nose and took in what she assumed to be the aroma of Mercedes' womanhood.
"This… is the beginning of my next initiation."
The Squared Circle
Chapter 8
Taking It to the Bank
Tuesday, April 9, 2013 – 7:35 pm – Norman's Restaurant – Ritz-Carlton Orlando
Layla and Stephanie decided that a well-deserved fine dining experience was in order after what they considered to be a successful trip to Florida. In less than 12 hours, they had a threesome with Mickie, built up Layla's confidence to near brimming over and identified four potential new initiates into the Inner Circle. It was two of these initiates that were on Layla's mind as she dined with Stephanie. Paige told Layla that she was going to call. Layla knew that this was a stall tactic on the beautiful Brit's part. After the banter between Lexi and Paige, she knew that Paige wanted to play. She simply need to give Paige the opportunity to save as much face as she could before making her move. And then there was Sasha aka Mercedes. It wasn't a question of if. The bag containing Mercedes' vagina-soaked panties took care of that question. It wasn't a question of when. It was definitely going down that night. It wasn't a question of where. At some point before the evening was over, Mercedes was going to show up at Layla's hotel. The question in Layla's head was how. The interaction with Mercedes back at Full Sail would have suggested that Layla had a timid initiate on her hands. But something in the back of Layla's mind told her that she should know better and that she just might have a hellcat on her hands, much like herself. All of this swirled in her head as she mindlessly pawed at her meal; her first plate of pan-seared scallops, braised chanterelles, Brussel sprouts and lemon-capers sauce. Following that would be her main course of Serrano Crusted Sea Bass with chorizo-saffron risotto, tomato consommé and lime foam.
"Lay, stop worrying. They are going to call you." Stephanie said as she sipped her wine.
"I know that. I'm not worried about that." Layla replied.
"What's on your mind then?" Stephanie asked.
"I am trying to figure out Mercedes." Layla started. "I'm trying to figure out if she is meek or wild."
Stephanie placed her glass to the side of her plate. "What about Sasha Banks makes you think she is timid?" Stephanie began. "What you saw was probably a little nervousness on her part but I sense not a drop of timidity in the bedroom." Layla thought about Stephanie's assessment for a moment. "I mean, the girl gave you her panties for Christ's sake!"
"Wet panties at that." Layla observed.
"Wet panties at that." Stephanie mirrored as Layla picked up her wine glass to take a swig. "Timid women do not offer their underwear as a sign of interest. Put-your-one-leg-up-and-put-your-booty-on-the-floor women give you their drawers as a sign that they are interested."
"What do you know about go-go?!" Layla asked incredulously about Stephanie's knowledge of the Washington, D.C.-based music genre.
"What can I say? I'm a 'One Leg Up' kind of girl." Stephanie said followed by her killer smile.
"I guess you are. I heard that Howard Stern interview from a few years ago." Layla said. "Do you two still do anal?"
Stephanie nearly did a spit take with her wine before chuckling. "You have a set of onions on you!" Stephanie said laughing.
"Well, you did go on that show of all shows and said that you and Paul had done it once. I figured since we've, ya know…"
Stephanie cut Layla off. "Point taken. Yes, we still do and I love it."
"You shouldn't have told me that." Layla said with a devilish grin.
"Why do you think I did?" Stephanie said with matching devilment gleaming in her eyes. A moment later, Layla's phone rang. Layla looked at the caller ID and began bouncing like a kindergartner.
"CHELLE!" Layla bellowed into the phone to her best friend Michelle McCool-Calaway, former WWE Diva, one half of LayCool and wife of WWE living legend Mark "The Undertaker" Calaway.
"What's going on, Babygirl?" Michelle said in her trademark Southern accent that had gotten a little thicker living in Texas since her retirement.
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe it." Layla said.
"Lay?" Michelle said ominously. "What have you gotten your cute little butt into?"
"Nothing! Just handling some Circle business with Stephanie." Layla said.
"So you told her that you were giving up the ring? How did she take it?" Michelle asked.
"She talked me out of it." Layla began. "We're in Orlando now. We were at NXT scouting some new recruits."
"If keeping things going is what you want then I've got your back. Wait. You're in Orlando?! Damnit! I'm in Palatka visiting family! I wish I knew! We could've hooked up! How long are you here?"
"We're flying out in the morning." Layla said with resignation in her voice. "But I'll come visit you the next time we're in Texas."
"Or Louisiana. I'll fly to New Orleans or Baton Rouge for you."
"That is why I love you."
"I love you too… What, baby? (Michelle said in the background) Mark says hi."
"Tell The Deadman I said yo." Layla said.
"Hi Michelle! Hi Mark!" Stephanie said.
"Hi Boss Lady!"
"She said 'Hi Boss Lady!'" Layla said to Stephanie. "Which reminds me, I need to tell you something later." Layla said to Stephanie before Stephanie took the phone.
"Allow me to do it for you…" Stephanie said to Layla before addressing Michelle. "Hey Legs. Layla was going to tell you later that this morning that the two of us went to go see Mickie at her place so that Mick and I could give her a motivating pep talk and the three of us proceeded to fuck each other silly. Have a good night and I'll see you soon. Bye!" Stephanie then handed Layla her phone back and picked up her wine glass to down the remainder of its contents.
"Chelle?"
"Wow."
"Are you okay?"
"Wow."
"That wasn't part of the plan. It just kind of happened."
"Wow."
"Can you say something other than 'Wow.'?"
"That is about a week's worth of spank bank material."
"You never cease to amaze me." Layla said before hearing the phone beep signaling another incoming call. "I don't recognize this number. Let me take it."
"Call me. Bye." Michelle quickly ended the call so that Layla could answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hi Layla, it's Sasha, er, Mercedes."
"Hi, Mercedes." The name and the emphasis Layla put on it snapped Stephanie out of her Internet phone surfing. "I was expecting Paige to call me first."
"I had a conversation with Paige after y'all left. We're all good."
"You're all good?"
"Yeah. Whatever you're selling, we want in."
"How do you know I'm selling something?"
"You put the full court press on us. Paige and Rose won't admit it but you had them reeling a little bit."
"And I got you wet."
"I have to warn you about something before we go any further."
"I'm listening."
"I'm a fucking freak."
"What do you mean? Like you're some kind of geeky uber-nerd?"
"No. Like a sexual freak. Like when somebody really turns me on, I want to do shit with them."
Layla's curiosity had been piqued. She shifted in her chair, a movement that was noticed by her dinner companion.
"Like what?"
"Like wanting you to fuck me in the ass." Mercedes said causing Layla to squirm in arousal again. Stephanie was now completely engrossed in Layla's visceral reaction to the phone call. "Like I am hoping and praying that I can do the same thing to you. I have been dreaming about that since you were in LayCool."
"I…" Layla cleared her throat. "I just got off the phone with Michelle."
"I used to get so horny watching LayCool. The two of you together could literally do anything you want to me."
"Don't play. I can make that happen."
"Make it happen and I will be your personal fucktoy." Layla put her hand over the receiver and mouthed, "Oh my God!"
"I am dripping wet right now. Please tell me I can come over to your hotel and show you."
"Stephanie and I are finishing up dinner…"
"How about ten o'clock? That should give your dinner a chance to digest."
"Ten o'clock it is." Layla responded. She glanced over at Stephanie who flashed her a smile and an okay sign. "I'm in room 1141." There was a pause on the other end of the line. If Layla didn't know better, she could've sworn she felt Mercedes smiling through the phone.
"Before I go, I have a question for you?"
"Shoot."
"Are there other Divas on the main roster that play like you? Please tell me there are." Mercedes said in a voice that was so libidinously naughty in tone that Layla could barely concentrate.
"We can talk about that when you get here." Layla replied.
"I have no intention of talking when I get there so tell me now."
"I really can't. I'm in the middle of a restaurant."
"Then a simple yes or no answer to my question will suffice." Mercedes purred. "Because if there are other bitches on the main roster that fuck girls, I want to run through their asses like a hot knife through butter."
"Or have them run through you."
"That too. I can either go top or bottom. As long as me and my partner get our rocks off."
"If your actions are as good as your talk…"
"I don't want everybody knowing my business, but since you showed your cards earlier… I'm the fuckin' bomb."
"Then I guess you need to get your freaky ass over here so you can blow up." With Layla's statement, Stephanie's eyes widened. She knew it was going to be on and popping when the future "Boss of NXT" arrived.
"See you at 10." Mercedes said before hanging up the phone. Layla stared at the phone for a couple of seconds before looking up at Stephanie with a look of bewilderment on her face.
"Get your freaky ass over here?" Stephanie asked.
"She's the one that said that she's 'a fucking freak'." Layla offered.
"What else did she say?" Stephanie asked as she leaned in excitedly to get the dirt.
Layla leaned in to match Stephanie's lean for maximum privacy. "She said she wants me to fuck her in the ass and vice versa."
Stephanie leaned back and began laughing and clapping her hand. "Bingo! She's a firestarter! You've got to have at least one in the group."
"A firestarter?" Layla asked.
"The super horny slash nasty girl that just radiates sex. The one that will get you going even on a night that you really don't feel like doing it." Stephanie explained.
"Who was it back in the day?" Layla asked.
"Me. Trish. Lita. Mickie." Stephanie said. "See a pattern?"
"All of you were… ringleaders." Layla said. "Does that mean that Mercedes is my heir apparent?"
"Not necessarily." Stephanie said. "But if she is truly a firestarter, then she has the tools to lead. If you're lucky, you have more than one in the group at the same time. But enough talk. You've got a fucking freak to get ready for."
"What are you gonna do tonight?" Layla said.
"I've got some work to do. But make me the last of your thoughts tonight. Tonight, you should be singing (Stephanie starts to sing the hook to Mercedes Boy by Pebbles), Do you wanna ride in my Mercedes, boy? Tell me what you're gonna do with me… (Layla joined Stephanie for the next verse) 'Cause if you wanna ride in my Mercedes, boy, there are so many things I'm gonna do to you."
"I'm gonna do as many things as I can to that girl." Layla declared.
"Go Oochie Wally on her." Stephanie said, referencing the sexually-charged hip hop song of the same name.
"You used to watch BET Uncut, didn't you?" Layla asked. Stephanie simply smiled. "I'll see you in the morning." Layla stood and kissed Stephanie on the cheek and began walking away.
"Full report!" Stephanie called out to Layla who threw her hand up in acknowledgement. "Wow." Stephanie said to herself as she poured another glass of wine. "Shit is about to get real."
Mercedes was driving through the streets of Orlando about 10 minutes from Layla's hotel when she decided to make a phone call. There was no doubt that a woman whose birth name was Mercedes would be driving anything but her vehicular namesake. She sat behind the wheel of her pearl white 2008 CLK looking like a woman ready to do some serious sexual damage. She wore a snow white, body-hugging slip dress with matching four-inch strappy sandal-like heels, minimal makeup and the attitude of a woman that was going to get hers and then some.
Mercedes press the telephone button on her steering wheel. "Call Saraya." Mercedes put Paige's phone numbers into her phone under her real name.
"Where are you?" Paige answered.
"Not far from the hotel."
"You looked good enough to eat."
"You'd know considering that you've eaten me in this dress before."
"Do you really think that they do the same thing up there that we do down here?"
"Did you see how Layla put the press on us? Yeah, they do."
"What about Rose? We haven't even gotten her yet."
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Right now, it's about fuckin' some main roster shit up, Chica! I want them to know how we roll in NXT."
"What if you're wrong about everybody else and it's just about her."
"You've seen Layla. Does it look like I care? Paigey, booty is booty. I mean you can't wait to get at Lexi. Can you?"
"I am going to grind her like wheat."
"I love it when you talk dirty. Oh Paige! I hope tonight is what I think it is. Some kind of initiation. I am so ready to get fucked up!"
"So are you going top or bottom tonight?"
"I don't care." Mercedes said as she pulled up to the entrance to the Ritz-Carlton property. "As long as we come. And speaking of coming, my British bombshell, I have come to my destination. You be a good girl and hold down the fort for me."
"So am I to assume you won't be coming home tonight?"
"If I do come home tonight…" Mercedes said as she wheeled into a parking space. "Something is seriously wrong. Later babe."
"Later." Both women disconnected from the call.
Mercedes rolled her windows up, pulled down the driver's side sun visor then opened the vanity mirror. As she checked her makeup, she had a last-minute wave of nerves.
"I may be a fucking freak, but that doesn't mean I'm not nervous." Mercedes said. "This woman is so fine. I hope I don't fuck this up." She then took a deep breath. "Okay. Room 1141. Let's do this." She said just before stepping out of the car and smoothing out her dress in the front and the back.
Inside Layla's room, Layla mindlessly flipped through the channels as she awaited Mercedes' arrival. She was trying to push any nervous thoughts she may have had out of her mind. While Layla was flipping the channels, she glanced at the clock on the desk. It read 9:54. Just as her eyes shifted back to the television, the desk phone rang. Maybe that's her. Layla thought. She walked over to the phone.
"Hello?"
Layla thought that she would hear Mercedes speaking. What she heard was Stephanie singing. "Oochie wally wally, oochie bang bang, oochie wally wally, She really really really, work my body, she really really really, turned me out, she really really really, got to gut me, she really really made me scream and shout…"
"What are you, twelve?" Layla joked. "Get off the phone! She will be here any minute!"
"I can't help it. I think I had too much wine."
"Well, why don't you go call Paul and have phone sex with him."
"Ya know… that's not a half-bad idea. Lick ya later."
"Bye, you lush." Layla hung up the phone and chuckled just as she heard a knock at the door. "Showtime."
Layla walked over to the door, still in her dinner outfit; metallic blue silk blouse, black slacks with a loose-fitting chain belt and four-inch black stiletto heels. She checked herself in the mirror once more before opening the door. Upon seeing her evening guest resplendent in white, one thing came to mind.
"How dare you show up at my door wearing white after the things you said on the phone." Layla said in full flirt mode.
"Following rules… doesn't exactly suit me." Mercedes replied. Layla smiled and stepped aside to wave Mercedes inside. Mercedes smoothly glided into the room and sat her clutch on the desk next to the phone.
"Wine?" Layla offered. "I had some brought up."
"Sure." Mercedes said as she sat on the sofa.
Layla turned to the table where the wine and glasses were sitting. She couldn't wait to turn around to share with Mercedes what's on her mind. "You look really good tonight."
Even though Mercedes believed it to be true, it was still nice to hear. "Thank you. You look really good too. I wish I could rock pants like that."
"I've seen you in yoga pants. You're doing just fine." Layla replied as she brought over two glasses of wine. She handed one to Mercedes and sat the other one on the table before sitting down with her guest.
"You have no idea how horny I am." Mercedes shared.
"I think the panties you gave me earlier kind of gave me a clue." Layla took a sip of her wine. "Let's not forget our phone conversation."
"Okay. So you know. But you never told me how horny you are." Mercedes took a swig that eliminated half of her glass.
"You couldn't tell by my hitting on four women at the same time?"
"I just thought it was part of your sell job. Now tell me what's going on? Is this some kind of initiation?' Mercedes asked as she downed the rest of her wine.
"If I tell you yes, will that make you get up and leave?"
"If you tell me yes…" Mercedes stood up and walked over to the bottle of wine. "It will make me kick my shoes off."
"We have this group…" Layla started. She left a pause for Mercedes to interject. Mercedes smiled and nodded. "Not everyone in the locker room is in the group and not everyone knows about it…"
"Divas with benefits." Mercedes said matter-of-factly as she walked back over with a full glass of wine and sat back down. She then showed she was a woman of her word by kicking her heels off.
"Yes." Layla flatly replied.
"No 'In a manner of speaking?' Just yes." Mercedes downed another half-glass in one swallow.
"Yes. We have a Divas with benefits club called the Inner Circle. I am the current leader. Stephanie is the founder, a former leader and a former member and we thought that you might be member material."
"Who else is in the club?" Mercedes asked.
"I can't tell you until you're in." Layla said.
"So fucking you is how I get in?" Mercedes asked.
"Fucking me and then accepting the offer of membership." Layla explained.
"Offer me." Mercedes picked up her glass and polished off her second glass of wine.
"We have to fuck first."
Mercedes stood up and, without breaking eye contact with Layla, reached down, grabbed the hem of her dress with both hands and pulled it over her head leaving her completely naked.
Layla sat perfectly still as her eyes scanned Mercedes nude form from toe to head back down to toe and back up to head again. Unnoticed by Mercedes was Layla easing her heels off.
"No underwear, huh?" Layla asked.
"More shit I'd have to pick up off the floor in the morning." Mercedes performed a full body scan on Layla as she sat.
"You plan on being here in the morning?" Layla inquired.
"I plan on fucking you all night long so yeah, I'd be here in the morning." Mercedes' eyes began to blaze with a lust fueled by the alcohol.
Layla drank in Mercedes' statement for a moment before leaping out of her seat and pressing her lips so Mercedes' as she grabbed the naked Diva by her butt. Both women opened their mouths allowing their tongues to meet. At this moment, moaning and panting were all that could be heard inside the suite. Those sound were met with another as Mercedes reached up and snatched Layla's blouse open, sending pearl buttons flying.
"So that's how it is?" Layla asked before laying a hard open-handed smack to Mercedes' left butt cheek.
Mercedes growled and grinned. "Yeah. That's what's up." She then grabbed the strip of fabric between the cups of Layla's bra and ripped it in two. Layla responded with smacks to both of Mercedes' butt cheeks. Mercedes gritted her teeth and groaned before lowering her head and taking Layla's already hardened nipple into her mouth. She sucked it deeply and popped it in and out of her mouth a couple of times before stunning Layla and slapping it.
"AHHH FUCK!" Layla screamed. She had never had anyone do that to her before. After the initial sting of pain, to her astonishment, her nipple got harder. Before she could react, Mercedes had moved to her other nipple, sucked it deeply and delivered an equally hard slap. "HO-LEE SHIT!"
"Bet your nipples have never been this hard have they?" Mercedes said before delivering another slap to each breast causing Layla to gasp sharply. She then grabbed each breast and began to alternate sucking nipples. Layla could not scramble to get her pants off fast enough. "Let… me help you…" Mercedes began tugging at Layla's pants. "Get these pants… over that… big ass of yours…" When the pants hit the floor, Layla's lacey thong was revealed. Mercedes saw that and decided more torn fabric was in order. "We don't need… these motherfuckers here. Cause I need to do this…" Mercedes began rubbing Layla's clit and making her squirm. Before Mercedes could gain a discernable upper hand, Layla picked her up by her butt, walked over to the bed and slammed her onto her back. Mercedes tried to get up but Layla flopped on top of her and began sucking and biting Mercedes' nipples. "Bite it! Harder! Fuck!" Mercedes' growl turned into a half-whimper.
"You're a nasty bitch, you know that?" Layla verbally spat.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet." Mercedes challenged.
"Oh yeah?" Layla said before sliding down, placing her hands behind Mercedes' knees and violently pushing her legs back so far that her toes were nearly touching the mattress above her head. Layla then went straight past Mercedes' clit and plunged her tongue as deep inside the Latina woman's pussy as she could.
Mercedes let out a huge gasp and then a chuckle. "FUCK YES! RIGHT THERE, MAMI! SHIT!" Layla began a deep tonguefucking of Mercedes. Layla could hear a combination of gasps, profanity, laughter and panting as she drilled her tongue into Mercedes as if it were a dick. Mercedes was having a hard time catching her breath. Layla was rocking her to her core. But as Mercedes did in bed with her female lovers, she challenged Layla to see what the Egyptian-British bombshell's freak limit was. "Is that all you got?" Mercedes said breathlessly.
Layla narrowed her eyes as she felt another level of heat radiate through her body. Mercedes wanted more. Layla took a quick survey of the landscape before her and decided on a course of action that would shut Mercedes up… or maybe not. Mercedes looked up and saw Layla's head descend. There was no doubt that she was about to feel Layla's tongue on her center. However, Layla proved to be more than up to Mercedes challenge of giving her more as Mercedes felt Layla's tongue flicker on her ass.
"Wha—what are you doing?" Mercedes teasingly asked.
"If you don't know, you're not the freak I thought you were." Layla replied before continuing to lick Mercedes' ass like a melting ice cream cone. Mercedes shuddered and moaned as she brought her hand down and started rubbing her clit.
"You gon' make that ass come, Mami? Huh?" Mercedes asked as Layla continued. "Make that ass come." She said almost under her breath before letting out a loud moan. Layla responded by stiffening her tongue and sliding the tip in. Mercedes let out a sharp two and a half second gasp followed by body shudder.
"You dirty bitch." Mercedes said as she shook her head with sexy reverence, wild hair and a devilish smile that would become heel Sasha Banks' trademark.
"That's not being a dirty bitch. That's being a kinky bitch." Layla said as she looked up at Mercedes. "This…" Layla plunged her tongue half way into Mercedes' ass and pumped it several times causing the long, sharp gasp to return. "is being a dirty bitch."
"Unh-uh." Mercedes said. "This…" Mercedes slid three of her fingers into her mouth and began coating them with saliva before sticking them as far back into her mouth as she could to activate her gag reflex. She then pulled those three fingers out of her mouth and eased them into her back door. Her breath hitched as she slid them in and out several times. "is being a dirty bitch."
Layla felt her arousal spike. She was not sharing her bed with a fuck buddy. She was sharing her bed with a living, breathing sex toy and she intended to play. "Open your dirty little mouth." Layla ordered. Mercedes obediently opened her mouth. Layla stuck three fingers in Mercedes' mouth in the same way Mercedes did. After a few pumps in and out, Mercedes wretched to Layla's delight. Layla brought her hand down and began rubbing Mercedes' asshole in a circular motion with those same three fingers. Mercedes' breathing quickened and grew shallower as she moaned in anticipation. Her breathing stopped completely as Layla began to push inside her.
"Yes…" Mercedes strained to say as she felt Layla's fingers begin to fill her up. "I… wanted this… the second… I saw you…" Layla said nothing as she began to pump her fingers. Mercedes again let out the loud, sharp gasp that Layla was quickly growing to love hearing.
"You want more?" Layla teased.
"Please!" Mercedes begged. Layla began to pick up speed. Mercedes gritted her teeth. "Guuud… dmit… yssss!" Layla found the rhythm that Mercedes really liked. "Fck it, fck it, fck it, fck it!" Mercedes brought her hand down to her center and slid three fingers inside her pussy and Layla continued to fuck her. The combination of the two sensations at the same time made Mercedes pant, groan, gasp and finally scream. "FUCK!"
"That's your favorite word, isn't it?" Layla said, not checking her speed.
"Fuck me harder." Mercedes groaned.
"You sure your skinny ass can take it?" Layla purposely tried to push Mercedes' buttons.
"You'd be surprised what a pounding this skinny ass can take." Mercedes shot back.
"Let's see." Layla slid her index finger out leaving her middle two fingers inside as her most taboo fingering continued. Layla did as promised and began fucking Mercedes' ass with her fingers as hard and as fast as she could. Mercedes' back arched as she turned her head to one side and closed her eyes tight, mouth agape. No sound could be heard from the younger woman. She was in that zone of blissful numbness that turned her entire body into a five-foot, five-inch nerve. "Look at you." Layla teased. "I fucked the speech out of you." It was just then that, simultaneously, Mercedes eyes popped open and she let out the loudest, sharpest gasp yet signaling the beginning of a powerful orgasm. She began writhing around on the bed, eyes rolling into the back of her head, threatening to take Layla's hand with her as her sphincter muscle locked around Layla's fingers. Layla could not help but let out a sexy, devious chuckle watching Mercedes lose complete control. Watching this unfold also redlined Layla's arousal yet again as she felt compelled to do something else wicked to the flexible beauty.
Layla reached down and grabbed Mercedes, who had balled up into a near fetal position on her side, by the ankles and flopped her back onto her back. Mercedes looked up at Layla with her eyes stretched open as wide as possible with a mixture of arousal and fear of what Layla might do next. Layla pushed Mercedes' legs back again and maneuvered herself until her center hovered over Mercedes'. Then she got off her knees into a low squatting position and began rolling her clit over Mercedes', performing that 'clamshell trib' made famous in adult films by Sinn Sage. A euphoric grin spread across Mercedes' face accompanied by a chuckle and eyes rolling into the back of her head as Layla ground into her. Both women began panting and whimpering with an occasional grunt and groan mixed in.
"You tryin'…" Mercedes started. "To put it on a bitch tonight! Aren't you?!"
Layla punctuated each word with a roll of her hips causing Mercedes to scream. "You… are… so… god… damn… sexy… How… could… I… resist?!"
Mercedes gasped again then whisper-yelled. "I'm gonna come again! I'm gonna come so hard for you."
Layla reached into her bag of nasty phrases for one that she thought would get Mercedes to go over the edge. Layla again played the roll-your-hips-with-each-word game to bring her lover home.
"Bust… that… nut… for… me… 'Cedes."
Mercedes let out a blood-curdling scream and began clawing at the pillows and sheets as her extremely strong orgasm exploded inside her. Seconds later, Layla experienced an explosion of her own as she shuddered, losing her balance and falling to her side on the bed as Mercedes writhed around in ecstatic bliss. Layla looked over and saw Mercedes breathing heavily and panting as she squirmed, her hair now slick with perspiration, her eyes every now and then popping open and then closed as her body tried to reset itself. But before she allowed that to happen, Mercedes struck with a quickness of her own.
The smaller woman hopped up on her knees and seized Layla's legs, pushing them apart. Before Layla could process what was happening, Mercedes had nestled herself in between Layla's legs and began grinding her pussy on Layla's in a traditional trib, as if it were her last night on Earth.
"Fuck, Sasha! Shit!" Layla screamed, calling Mercedes by her stage name.
Every roll of Mercedes' hips sent an electric charge straight through Layla. Mercedes leaned forward and took a handful of Layla's breasts into each hand as she rode. Layla couldn't sink herself any further into the mattress if she tried. There was no more give. She was at the mercy of the one-hundred and fifteen pound sinewy ball of sexual gratification that was undulating between her thighs.
"I bust a nut for you…" Mercedes spat. "I want two from you." Layla looked up at Mercedes shocked by the demand that was just placed at her feet. However, everything that Mercedes was doing was leading to Layla's complete cooperation. Mercedes adjusted herself slightly and then began repeatedly slamming her clit down on Layla's.
"What the…?!" Layla couldn't even finish her sentence before Mercedes switched back to grinding only this time at a faster pace. "'CEDE… YEAH!..."
"YEAH?!"
"YEAH!"
"COME FOR ME?!"
"AHHH!"
"COME FOR ME?!"
"SHIT!"
"COME ON, LAY!"
"AHHHHHHHH!" Layla let out a sharp, loud gasp of her own followed by an earthquake-like body shudder that not only signaled her orgasm but made Mercedes grind even harder.
"That's one! Where's my second one?!" Mercedes challenged.
Layla gasped again and then breathlessly strained to say, "It's yours, 'Cedes! It's your…"
"FUCK!" Layla's f-bomb came as hard as she did. Mercedes felt and saw the older woman shivering in orgasmic delight underneath her as well as felt a pool of Layla's ejaculate underneath her.
"You squirted for me!" Mercedes said in congratulatory fashion. Layla began nodding her head as a smile flashed across her face accompanied by a half-laugh, half-pant of recovery. "But I still didn't get to fuck you in the ass like I said I would."
"WHAT?!" Layla breathlessly exclaimed. "You're… in. You passed your ini… initiation. You don't… have to…"
"But I want to." Mercedes said in such a way that Layla could tell was making Mercedes wetter. "It'll turn me on to see you come one more time… like that."
Layla's bosom heaved uncontrollably. Mercedes' words were soaking her even more. She could not let this woman know how sprung for her she was after one encounter. Mercedes had already proven herself to be a sexual savant. Now she was ready to put the cherry on Layla's sundae.
"Do it." Layla's words were short and sweet. Mercedes sat up straight with her back against the edge of the bed and pulled Layla to her knees with Layla straddling her legs and Layla's ass in front of her. Mercedes began massaging Layla's clit causing her to purr. Then with her left palm resting on the top of Layla's butt, Mercedes eased two fingers inside Layla's very wet pussy. Layla moaned as Mercedes began a wonderful and torturously slow fingering of her. Mercedes then wet her index and middle fingers of her left hand and began rimming Layla. "Oh my God…" Layla breathlessly said.
"You have THE most beautiful ass." Mercedes cooed. Layla shuddered.
"Yours… is pretty damned good too." Layla strained. Mercedes did not respond as she took her time enjoying the object of her desire. Every circle of Mercedes' fingers around her rim, every pump of her fingers inside her pussy drove Layla crazy with lust that she didn't realize could get any lustier. After another fifteen seconds, Layla had reached the point of erotic frustration. "'Cedes, would you please just fuck my ass already?!"
Mercedes smiled and squirmed. "I love the way you call me 'Cedes." Mercedes then slowly slid her two left middle fingers inside Layla's forbidden orifice causing her to let out the sexiest hiss Mercedes had ever felt.
"Feels… so fucking good." Layla's words melted off her tongue.
Mercedes alternated her left and right hand strokes, ensuring that Layla would receive constant stroking from the front and the back.
"Feels so fucking good doing it too." Mercedes said. "But I want you to come. Tell 'Cedes how you want to come."
Layla moaned softly. "Long strokes. Both hands at the same time."
"Your wish is my command." Mercedes said as she pulled both sets of fingers out to just the tip then slid them both in slowly and simultaneously. Layla pressed her face into the pillow, dipped her back and moaned. "Goddamn, you are so sexy." Mercedes continued stroking. Layla was melting before her very eyes. She knew that the end was near. "Are you gonna come for your 'Cedes?"
Layla's moan shot straight through Mercedes. "I'm ready. I'm so ready." Layla said lightly. Mercedes began a series of long strokes that picked up only slightly in speed but they were close enough to send Layla rocketing down the road to orgasm. "This… is gonna get it."
"Yeah?" Mercedes asked, not ceasing.
"This is gonna get it, Mami."
Mercedes felt her arousal getting ramped up again. "I love it when you call me that." The evidence of that pleasure was the intensity with which she stroked Layla.
"Almost… there, Mami!" Layla continued to moan and wiggle her body underneath Mercedes skilled touch. Finally, when she could take no more, she began to have what Mercedes would later consider the smoothest, most erotic orgasm she'd ever witnessed. Layla slowly began to gather herself as she rolled from her stomach to her side when she heard the unmistakable sound of another woman pleasuring herself. She glanced up to see Mercedes furiously rubbing her clit as her eyes darted back and forth over Layla's body. Layla rolled over and opened her legs, giving Mercedes a good view. "Come on, Mami. Get it." Layla's words had Mercedes dancing on the edge. Mercedes moaned, panted and swore under her breath.
"[I'm gonna] Come so hard for you." Mercedes said through gritted teeth.
"Come for Lay Lay."
Mercedes eyes never left Layla's body. "Dios mio! FUCK! YESSSSSSSS!" Mercedes collapsed in an orgasmic heap. She was breathing as heavily as if she had gone 25 minutes in the ring with Layla.
"You're a bad girl." Layla said, eliciting a laugh from a recovering Mercedes.
"Told you I was a dirty bitch." Mercedes said still laughing. Layla joined in the laughter. "Don't laugh. You're a dirty bitch too." Both women laughed even harder. After a minute, they both stopped laughing at gazed at each other.
"You're addictive." Layla said with an air of seriousness.
"You too." Mercedes responded.
"You're also a welcome addition to the Inner Circle. If… you accept membership." Layla said.
"I graciously and sluttily accept." Mercedes said with a hearty laugh. Layla smiled warmly.
"Stop being beautiful before I do something stupid like fall for you." Layla warned.
"You aren't the first…" Mercedes got up to stretch and head for the wine bottle. "And you won't be the last. Now… are you gonna tell me who else is in… The Inner Circle?"
"Me, you and Brie Bella, who right now I think is technically inactive but I'm about to have a serious heart to heart with." Layla said.
Mercedes stopped in her tracks, wine bottle in hand as she took a swig. "That's it? Just the three of us? No Naomi, no Cameron, no Alicia, no Nattie? Nobody?"
"We've gone through a little dry spell."
"Well, it's a good thing I know how to wet things up." Mercedes said as she flopped down on the bed next to where Layla was laying. "How can I help?"
"I'll take care of the main roster. I want you to lead the charge and get things cranking in NXT for as long as you're down there. With your skills in the ring, it will only be a matter of time before you get called up."
"I'll do my part. You just make sure that there's plenty of Diva booty in the group when I get up there." Mercedes said. "Now, does that mean that I'm the… NXT ringleader?"
"Well… sure. Why not. But we have to go over the rules of engagement." Layla explained.
"Well…" Mercedes took another swig of wine from the bottle before sitting it on the floor and straddling the prone Layla. "We have the rest of the night… to talk about it."
"That we do." Layla said with a smile.
"But I'm curious about something…" Mercedes began. "What exactly are you gonna say to Brie about being inactive?"
Layla looked at Mercedes for a moment before fixing her gaze on the far wall as she thought. "I'm not exactly sure."
"I say do something dramatic." Mercedes said. "Shock her ass into getting back in the game. Push her arousal button so hard she can't help but want back in."
Layla nodded as she drank in Mercedes' suggestion. "Shock and awe. That just might work. I did dominate her in her initiation. Yeah. I think that will do it." Layla flashed her full megawatt smile. "Mercedes… I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Layla reached up to offer a handshake. "Shake on it?"
Mercedes gave Layla her sexiest devilish look. "I've got a better idea." Mercedes lowered her head to kiss Layla and set off round two of their debauched encounter.
Wow. This is a chapter that truly wrote itself. In the interest of full disclosure, I have a massive crush on Sasha Banks and I made up in my mind early on that she was just going to be off the chain freaky in this story. Call it wishful thinking on my part. So previously, I alternated chapters between TNA and WWE but since I gave TNA and Taryn consecutive chapters, the next chapter will begin with Layla and her "heart-to-heart" with Brie. Will she get Brie back on board? There is only one way you will find out. Come back for chapter 9. But before you do…
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