RUMORS
"Ugh, I hate him!", Cheyenne said as she left her dressing room. She was furious at her ex, because he decided that they needed a "break from each other", when in actuality it was him who needed the break so he could go fuck his new girlfriend. Cheyenne wasn't fighting tonight and she wished to God she was, but no they had her set to valet Jon Moxley. While they got along pretty well and had some kind of connection, she felt that he was more of a player, then a wrestler because he seemed to have at least four or five girls, always hanging around the locker room, waiting for him.
Jon came out of the locker room and ran right into Cheyenne. "Excuse me, but maybe you need to look where you're going next time", she said sarcastically, as she continued to the area where the wrestlers made their entrance.
Jon stood behind her and smiled, as he wondered if what he had heard about her was true. Was she really a freak in bed? Did she like it hard and rough? Did pain and handcuffs, turn her on? He was lost in thought and didn't even hear his name being called until Cheyenne elbowed him and he screamed, "OW! Why did you do that?". "Because you're up you idiot?", she said with a smile, which of course made him smile. She walked through the entrance, wearing her short-shorts, crop top, and heels. She received a lot of wolf calls and whistles, which for some reason made Jon a little angry. As they entered the ring, she stood near him as his opponent came out next. Then the announcer put his hands up and announced the wrestlers.
"The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing to my left, from San Diego, weighing 220 lbs, the challenger Mike "The Crusher" Reynolds….". The crowd booed and chanted, as the announcer again put his hand up to quiet the crowd. "…and in this corner weighing 225 lbs, from Cincinnati, your current CZW Heavy Weight Champion, Jon Moxley". This caused the crowd to cheer and scream and chant "MOXLEY ROCKS" over and over. Cheyenne smiled, as Jon removed his belt and handed it to her. He kissed her cheek, as she climbed out of the ring, and then the bell rang. The match was quick and within fifteen minutes. Jon had the pin and the win. Cheyenne climbed in the ring and handed Jon his belt, as they celebrated.
Later that night, one of the wrestlers was having a party at their place and invited everyone to come along. Jon asked if Cheyenne was going and she said she didn't know because she had stuff to do. He accepted the answer and added that if she did, he would guarantee she had fun. Cheyenne and her friend, Kayla left the location of the wrestling match and headed to their apartment. After getting a shower and realizing that there was nothing on TV, the girls decided to check out the party. Once they got there, Cheyenne stopped dead in her tracks and looked right at her ex. What is he doing here?", she said, turning to Kayla. "Calm down, Cheyenne," she said soothingly. "There's plenty of other people here...you don't even have to talk to him."
Cheyenne got a drink and soon she agreed that indeed the party was picking up and there were more than enough people to talk to. As she looked around, she caught Jon checking her out. She was wearing a short denim skirt, borrowed from Kayla, which showed off her long legs and a black halter top with a plunging neckline, which showed off her small, round breasts. She had on a pair of six-inch white pumps and from the way she looked, you could tell that she wasn't used to dressing up. Now, Jon has seen her wrestle in less, but somehow the outfit she had on now made her look even sexier. The music was loud and strong, so she and Kayla decided to dance. Kayla starts to flirt with a couple guys, she's really into one of them, but Cheyenne isn't really into that scene, so she takes her beer and heads out to the patio.
Jon follows her outside and they make small talk. He wants to get to know her, but he's still not sure if she wants to be around him, as she seems to be avoiding him. He stayed close and he assumed that she was OK with him being there, but he could see that she was close to being drunk and that's when the quiet little Cheyenne, turned into a vicious cat with claws. "Listen prick. You act like the world should bow at your feet but I happen to think you ain't nothing special!", she said as Jon smirked, knowing damn well she was wasted. "I know how you run through all those skanks like some kind of stud but I think you're probably nothing but a little dick prick..." She was about to go off again, when Jon stepped up and looked at her. "Listen up, babe. I know what you're doing and it ain't gonna happen. If you wanna make your ex jealous, go do it with someone else", he said as he walked away.
After what felt like an hour, Cheyenne went inside and found Jon. ""What's wrong, Moxley? Aren't I you're type?", Cheyenne said, still drunk and ready to jump him right then and there. Jon looked at her and replied, "Nothing's wrong. Just not into girls who want one night stands". "What's the matter," she presses, looking for a reason to get madder. "Don't like what you see?" He looks back at her, giving her somewhat scantly clad body another once over. He shrugs. "I was really just thinking it's funny you call the girls I know skanks when you're here dressed like a grade A slut."
Now her mouth drops open... shocked! She tries to fathom what he said and before she can reply, he goes on. "But now that you mention it," he chuckles. "No, I don't like much of what I see!"
The reply she heard was not what she was expecting. She was surprised that he was being honest, but she was still offended. She never felt conceded but she thought she was pretty enough and certainly better than some of the girls that he'd been with. She stood there thinking about what he said and then she thought, "He'll sleep with practically anything! How could he NOT like what he sees?" "W-what do you mean?" she asked a bit more timid. Jon turned to her, looking annoyed. "Well for starters you got no tits at all." "Uh, yes I do!", she said indignantly, thrusting her chest out a little further. He smirks. "Barely, what are those little mosquito bites? A's?" "I'm actually a large B," she informed him. "No way," he scoffs. "Show me." She crossed her arms under her breasts and glared at him. "Um, I don't think so". "Oh please it's not like there's much to see," he said. "Whatever I just thought you'd wanna prove me wrong, doesn't really matter."
She wanted to prove him wrong because she was proud of her perky B-cups. Just because she don't have a lot of cleavage to flash around like the fat skanks he normally goes for, didn't mean that she was any less a woman. She reached down and slowly pulled up her halter top, unveiling her modest but perky breasts. A sudden chill sweeps through her and she's not sure if it's the room or the person in front of her. Feeling her nipples starting to perk up, she pulls her shirt down. Jon smiles. "Meh," he says and holds out the drink. "Here, I'll leave you alone now." , as he shrugs and starts to walk past her. Cheyenne steps in his way, stopping him. "I'll have you know when those fat DD's you seem to like are dragging on the ground," she's almost shouting. "My little B's will be just as perky and firm as they are today!" "Try your drink," he says, pausing.
She goes to taste the drink and can smell the whiskey but it tastes rich and fruity. She takes a sip but Jon reaches out, lifting the bottom of the glass with two fingers. He makes her drink the whole thing at once, it's good but the whiskey burns all the way down... and leaves her head spinning even faster. "I can't usually drink whiskey," she sputters. "What was that?" "An old fashioned," he says.
"Mmmm," she mumbles as he reaches out and grabs one of her breasts! "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she ask. "Well you said they were perky and firm," he says. "I want to find out." "Get you're fucking hands off...", but soon she feels his mouth on hers and he is taking her down the hall, to one of the bedrooms. He opens the door and throws her on the bed.
He kisses her again, as he feels her slink her arms around his neck. He suddenly pulls back, a sickeningly smug look on his face. "You get friendly in a hurry." She scowls realizing she's been taken advantage of, as she gets off the bed and says, "You asshole...I should call the cops!" "For what, slut?" he responds. "You seemed to be enjoying it to me..." "I wha...why you...", she stammers, either from the alcohol or because she's shocked that any guy would talk to her that way. "I'm out of here," she says, as she stumbles towards the door. She feels that Jon's hand grab her ass and she turns to him and says, "That's harassment asshole!" Before she can say anything else, he grabs her and takes her back to the bed.
"I know why you really act like such a bitch...because you WANT, you NEED a man who can step up and put you in your place." "What...no, I..." Quiet," he says as he presses a finger to her lips. Her eyes are locked with his. She has no idea what's coming next, but soon she feels a hand slide up, under her skirt. His fingers touch the smooth skin of her inner thigh and begin to slide upwards. A nervous tremble dances up her spine as his hand reaches up, as she squeezes her thighs together tightly. He still finds the sexy lace panties she's wearing and begins to play with them. He caresses the lacey pattern and tugs playfully, lightly snapping the elastic. Then he begins to rub the soft V of her pussy.
She tries to scream, but whatever he put in the drink is making her lose control and soon she finds herself laying there as she begins to feel Jon pushing his fingers between her clenched thighs.
She tries to push him away, but soon she finds herself spreading her legs slightly and giving Jon much better access to her pussy. He instantly intensifies his massage, rubbing and squeezing more quickly sending a quiver running up her torso. His fingers move the crotch of her panties aside, finally gaining full access to my vulnerable slit. "You shave?" He's surprised but grinning. "I knew under all that bitching you were nothing but a slut!" Within seconds, Cheyenne is stripped naked and laying there in full view of Jon, who has also stripped and is putting a condom on. She tries to get him to stop but she can't even feel her voice. "Don't," she manages to whimper. "Please stop." "No", Jon replies as he climbs on top and slides inside her tight, wet pussy.
Despite everything, she leans forward to kiss him. "FFFUUUCCCKKK!", she groaned as his cock penetrates her. No matter how wet she was, it hurts at first. She's never had someone so big and as he begins to thrust I worry he'll split her in two! Gasping as he thrusts so deeply into her pussy, she begins to moan, as her body begins to adjust. She can feel her orgasm start and within a few strokes, she's calling out his name. "OH FUCK….JON….JON…PLEASE DON'T…I'M CUMMING!", she says just as he releases himself inside the condom. As they both slow down and regain their composure, Jon apologizes for being such a bastard. "I'm sorry Cheyenne, but I just needed to see if you and I were compatible and I guess we are because you have one sexy body and if your ex wasn't such a prick, he'd see what I see", Jon said as he pulled out her and rolled onto his back.
Cheyenne looked at him and said, "Well, it's about damn time you took me, Moxley. Do you know how long I've been trying to get your attention?" Jon smiled as he led her close and they drifted off to sleep, both of them enjoying each other's embrace.