New state, new venue, new crowd. It has been 3 days since my first 'client', if you will. But, I always hang around the venues, just in case I'm needed. The show goes great! I can't help but get extra excited for the Divas matches. Our Divas division is really thriving right now and I love it! I hear my favorite entrance theme; which isn't really a song, just a really sick guitar chord. Yep you guessed it; Paige. I felt a genuine wide grin grace my face.

I watched the match completely enthralled. Then, she hits the PTO. It didn't even really matter who she was wrestling in my mind; it was Alicia Fox, by the way. I didn't care. I was just so captured by Paige. I love the athleticism, her overall personality, that jet black hair against that pale white skin, and the accent. Ugh. She's great.

I snap myself out of my thoughts just as the monitor shows her skipping back up the ramp. I try to focus on the work I should have been doing long before Paige captivated me; pretending that I'm not paying attention when she walks past my open office door. All of a sudden, she backtracks and is standing in the doorway. She clears her throat, so I look up.

"Yes Paige?" She lets out a frustrated grunt, and drops her head to stare at the floor. "Do you need something, love?"

I can tell it's going to be hard for her to ask. So, I stand, walking past her to shut my door. Once it's closed and locked, I approach her and take her hand.

"It's okay, Paige. Whatever you need or want to talk about, it's okay." She nods at me, but still doesn't speak. I lead her to the chair in front of my desk as I go back to my own chair behind it, knowing that I just need to be patient with her.

"It's… It's just that…. I-I mucked up the PTO! May, I screwed up bad!" She exclaims, frustrated.

"How?" I ask, remembering her match and not seeing anything wrong with her submission maneuver.

She drops her head again, embarrassed. "I'm not sure what I did, but the hold was just all wrong. It didn't feel right. Nothing like it usually does. I just can't believe I mucked up. Been here a bit over a yr and I always execute a pretty damn good PTO. Why now, May?"

All I can think to do is pat my lap, summoning her to me. She immediately accepts and climbs on me; sitting sideways with her bum on my left thigh and her feet in the chair next to my right. She curls her hands up under her chin and ducks her head.

"I don't know why you messed up the PTO tonight, my little Paigey-pop (a nickname that just sort of came to me on the spot. It made her smile though.) But, what I do know is you are a fantastic wrestler, and I'm positive no one even noticed. I think you're worrying that pretty little head over nothing, my dear." I ruffle her hair and she giggles.

"C-can… Can I kiss you, May?" She still sounded so nervous, and her eyes are wide and a little unsure as she looks up at me finally.

I place my hand on her cheek and just nod. We both move closer at the same time; smiling at each other in that split second before our lips touch. As soon as they do, she turns her whole body towards me and straddles my lap. Not quite seated, though. She's up on her knees, giving her a tad more leverage and control in the kiss.

I had totally forgotten that I was still in my sports bra and gym shorts, as I had gone to the gym before work and forgot to change. But, the moment she turned her body into mine and our bare torsos touched was like a fire was ignited. She whimpered needily against my mouth and ran her tongue across my bottom lip. My mouth opened seemingly of its own accord and soon our tongues are tangling together in an effortless dance. My hands couldn't help themselves and I put one on the back of her neck and the other at the small of her back, right above her bum.

She moaned again. Then I felt her move her legs to straddle me and the chair, and her pussy dropped right in my lap. She starts to grind slowly, timidly, as her tongue searches my mouth. I start to buck my hips against hers as she grinds against mine. She reaches for my bra. I put my hands up and allow her to remove it as she breaks the kiss. She grabs both nipples and starts to pinch and pull them as she leans back in to resume the kiss; so much more sure of herself, now. She leads with her tongue it seems. I can't help but moan and let her know I'm enjoying this. I drop my hands back to her body, both going to her butt cheeks. I squeeze, hard, and she growls in the kiss.

Then, I slowly pull away. She furrows her eyebrows at me. I assure her nothing is wrong. Then, I pull my left leg out from under hers and place it on top. As I do this, she proceeds to take of her top and throw it somewhere in the room. I pull her hips toward me as close as we can possibly get and start grinding again. I smirk at her as her head lulls back and her eyes shut. She lets out a long, loud moan.

"Feels better like this, doesn't it?" I remark

All she can do is nod her head, frantic, grasping for something to hold on to. I place my hands on her back to steady her as she leans her upper back on my desk behind her, pushing her pussy even closer to mine.

"Off… Off, now! Fuck, take.. take our shorts off, May! Please!" She's just talking, not focusing on me, or on anything really. But, I do as she asks and remove our bottoms. Only to find out neither of us are wearing underwear. As our bare pussies collide, she screams out "Fuck yes!".

My breathing is heavy, my mind hazy, but I lean forward and place my mouth on one of her nipples, sucking like it's a lifeline. I don't really know where I am anymore; the air in the room thick with arousal. The only sounds being our heavy breathing and (now) muttered curses, and the wet sloshing of our pussies rubbing and caressing each other. Her body starts to shake and tremble. Her hands clutching to the desk like she's afraid I would let her fall. I place my leg back under hers so I can slide down in my chair a bit; just enough that when her orgasm rips through her and her body releases those beautiful, sweet juices, they will end up on my torso, dripping down my body.

And, that's exactly what happens. She finally lets herself go, and cums all over my abs; grinding that wet, hot pussy on my abs as she does. I moan when I feel her hot juices land on my cold, soft skin. I sit her on my desk when she comes to again so I can clean her up a bit. She shakes with the oversensitivity, so I let up. Then, I gently but firmly pull her hair just to make sure she's fully back to me, and her eyes focus on me.

She finally sees her cum dripping off my torso and she looks down again. She's so shy, it's adorable. I use one hand to lift her chin and lock our eyes. Then, with the other, I take two fingers and run them through the cum on my stomach, bringing them up to my mouth to clean them off. I repeat this until all the cum is gone; making her watch me the whole time. Her cheeks glow a crimson red in embarrassment.

I glance up at the clock to see it's almost 1 in the morning and I'm pretty sure we're the only ones left at the venue. When I look back at her, she's smiling wide.

"Thanks, May. You rock!"

She hops off the desk and proceeds to get dressed. Then, she turns toward the door, and as she opens it, turns back toward me.

"By the way, I should fake a muck-up more often if I get sex and an orgasm like that out of it!" she says, laughing as she walks out my door.

I just smile and shake my head. The last thought through my mind?

'Just another day at the office.'