This story will be the same concept I used for:
Alphabet girls (Dean Ambrose)
Colour girls (Braun Strowman)
Element girls (AJ Styles)
Deadly sins girls (Drew McIntyre)
Day girls (Baron Corbin)
Season girls (Jeff Hardy)
Month girls (Roman Reigns)
Scandinavian girls (Buddy Murphy)
Egg girls (Seth Rollins)
Sense girls (Finn Balor)
Eye girls (Damian Priest)
Coffee girls (Aleister Black)
Horror movie girls (Randy Orton)
Citrus fruit girls (Elias)
Weather girls (Edge)
Sun girls (The Miz)
Moon girls (Jimmy Uso)
Wine girls (Jey Uso)
Coin girls (Dolph Ziggler)
Cardinal directions girls (Kevin Owens)
Planet girls (Bray Wyatt)
Crow girls (Sheamus)
Transportation girls (Shinsuke Nakamura)
Hot beverage girls (Grayson Waller)
Salt and pepper girls (Corey Graves)
Only with the continents instead. One story/girl per continent. I hope you'll enjoy.
As always, thanks to everyone that reads, follows, favorites and reviews. It means so much to me. You guys make me smile everytime. Thank you so much.
Luke watched Roya walk around with her phone while filming backstage. She was a pretty one with her straight, shoulder long, black hair and dark brown eyes. He couldn't understand the language she was speaking when she talked to her viewers but she would switch to perfect English everytime she stopped to interview wrestlers.
"Influencer," Karl chuckled. "When did that become a job title?"
"I think she's doing a good job," Luke said.
"Most of them rely on sponsors for free stuff and their parents' money to go anywhere," Karl said.
"But every once in a while you'll get a shining star earning a shit loads of money, and you're looking at one of those right now," Luke said.
Luke looked at his friend, and Karl smirked at the bigger man.
"You like her," Karl said.
"I'm afraid I do," Luke admitted.
"Go get her, tiger," Karl said.
Luke winked at Karl and walked over to Roya who lit up in a smile when she saw him.
"And here's Luke Gallows again," she said. "He's a big boy."
"You're making me blush here," he chuckled.
"Anything you would like to say to my viewers?" She asked.
"Like and follow?" He asked. "Isn't that how it usually goes?"
"You're cute," she laughed. "This is Roya signing off. Over and out, you beautiful people."
She cut the live stream and smiled at him.
"I'm all yours," she said.
"What language were you speaking before I came over here?" He asked.
"Arabic," she answered.
"I'm confused. I thought Arabia was in Africa," he said.
"It's in Asia," she giggled. "You do know you're in Asia right now, right?"
"When you travel as much as I do, you sometimes lose track of time and where on earth you are," he said.
She tilted her head and gave him a cute smile before suddenly grabbing his hand and pulling him along with her. She walked to a room where a map of the world was hanging. She pointed at Arabia on the map.
"See, it's in Asia," she said. "Although we're currently in India, Arabia is still in Asia."
"I'm sorry if I came across as rude. I'm an idiot sometimes," he said.
"Not at all. My father is Indian and my mother is Arabic. I speak both languages," she said.
"And English too," he said.
"And English too," she laughed. "I'm currently trying to learn French. I wanna travel to Europe one day."
"Lots of nice places there," he said.
She smiled at him and he couldn't help himself. He leaned down and kissed her. She allowed it for a few seconds but then placed her hands on his chest.
"Wait," she said.
"Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cross any boundaries," he said.
"None were crossed but the door is open," she said.
She hurried over to the door, closed it, and locked it. She turned around and smirked at him.
"Now no one can see us," she said.
"What are you thinking?" He asked.
"How fast can you be?" She asked.
"As fast as you want," he said.
"Good, because you need to be really fucking fast before anyone gets the bright idea of having to use this room and maybe finding someone with a key," she said.
She walked back to him, grabbed his t-shirt, and pulled him down for a kiss. She fumbled with his jeans while he did the same with her shorts. Once they were open, he pushed them down her thighs and heard them land on the floor. He placed a hand between her legs and broke the kiss with a smirk.
"No underwear?" He asked.
"Underwear is overrated," she said.
"I won't argue with that," he said.
He kissed her again and pushed two fingers inside her. She grinded against his fingers and moaned into the kiss for a short while before pushing his hand away and yanking his jeans down to his knees.
"Fuck me, big boy," she said.
He grabbed her and lifted her up. She sank down on his dick effortlessly and locked her ankles behind his back. She started rolling her hips while he held on to her and lifted her up and down. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bit down on his shoulder, and cried out as lowly as she could. Her walls caving in triggered his own undoing. He growled through gritted teeth and came seconds after her.
"That was fast," she giggled.
"Sorry," he said.
"Don't apologize. We both got what we needed out of it," she said. "Let me down, big boy."
He placed her back down on the floor. She got back into her shorts while he pulled his jeans up. She ruffled her hair with her hands and smiled at him.
"How do I look?" She asked.
"Perfect," he said.
"Ready for my audience again?" She asked.
"You're always ready, Roya," he said.
"You're too kind, Luke," she said.
She picked up her phone and walked over to the door. She unlocked it and looked back at him.
"Feel free to slide into my DMs," she said.
"I might do that," he said.
She smiled widely and opened the door before holding up her phone and pressing play on yet another live stream. She left the room while talking in the same unknown language. He watched her ass as she walked down the hall. She turned a corner and was gone.
He ran a hand over his bald head and chuckled to himself. He would most definitely slide into her DMs at some point today. If he played his cards right, he would not spend the night alone in his hotel room.