Luke walked out of the arena with a smile on his face. It had been a good show. They were in Brazil and the audience had been hot tonight. Clearly a boost from WWE traveling through had been what they needed.
"What the..." He mumbled.
There was a woman leaning her ass on the hood of his car. Her hair was long and dishwater blonde. She was watching him with a little smile on her face. He walked closer and took in her dark grey eyes. It felt like she was watching him like a predator stalking its prey.
"Good evening, Luke," she said.
"May I help you?" He asked.
"Janelle," she said.
"May I help you, Janelle?" He asked.
"I can think of many ways you can help me right now," she said.
She gave him an elevator stare that both creeped him out and turned him on. He walked around his car and put his bag in the trunk before moving back around where she was still standing.
"I'm about to leave," he said.
"So?" She asked.
"So I kinda need you to get off my car first," he said.
She jumped up to sit on the hood and gave him a challenging look. He couldn't help but smirk. She laid down and spread her legs as much as she could. Her black dress moved up and revealed an orange thong underneath.
"If you want me off your car, you need to get me off first," she said.
The invitation couldn't be much more clear. He grabbed her thong, tore it straight off her body, and threw the torn fabric on the ground. He opened his jeans and pushed them down to his knees along with his briefs. He grabbed her legs and pulled her ass to the edge. He placed her legs over his shoulders and slammed into her as hard as he could.
"Oh my fucking god!" She moaned.
"You wanted this," he said.
"Don't stop, please!" She begged.
He wasn't going to stop. It felt too good being inside her. He kept on with the hard thrusts while pressing her legs down towards her chest as much as he could. He wanted to bend her in half and just abuse the willing hole in front of him.
"I'm close," she said.
"So am I," he gritted his teeth. "You better fucking cum fast or I'm leaving you to finish yourself."
She closed her eyes and ran her nails over the hood. She cried out five seconds later and he gave her one last, hard thrust and emptied himself inside her. He pulled out as fast as he had entered her, and pulled his jeans back up. She sat up and smirked at him.
"You got a cigarette?" She asked.
"I don't smoke," he answered.
"What a shame," she said.
"Get the fuck off my car," he said.
She jumped off his car but kept standing there watching him as he got into his car, backed out of the spot, and drove away. He kept his eyes on her in the rear view mirror for as long as he could.
"What a fucking weird way to end the night," he mumbled. "Janelle. Damn! Karl is never going to believe this one."