Chapter 4: Chapter 4
As Chris entered the changing room, the roaring crowds outside faded into a distant murmur. His eyes adjusted to the dimly lit space, and he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the sight before him. The room was packed with female wrestlers, all busy getting ready for their matches. The air was thick with hairspray and sweat, and the walls were adorned with posters of previous triumphs.
Charlotte Flair sat at her vanity table, completely focused on perfecting her makeup.
She had the confrontation with Bayley earlier, and she couldn't help but think about the looks Chris had been giving her. The physical therapist had such a strong presence, and she couldn't resist the temptation to get to know him better. With her thick blonde hair piled high on her head, she turned to face the mirror, brushing her teeth with a toothbrush adorned with Swarovski crystals.
In the opposite corner of the locker room, Chris sat on a pile of towels, watching Charlotte intently.
Her practiced eyes flicked over him, assessing his body with a mix of lust and intensity. She knew what she wanted, and she wasn't afraid to take it.
"You've got quite an impressive package there, Mr. Thompson," she purred, walking towards him with a predatory stride. "I could suck on that thick cock of yours for hours."
The dare in her eyes sent spikes of electricity through Chris's body. He shifted nervously, trying to remotivate himself, but his intentions were clear. Charlotte Flair was not someone he could resist.
Chris's eyes trailed down her curves, lingering on the swell of her breasts visible beneath the tight athletic top she had on. It was as if her body was made for sin. He could already imagine the taste of her skin, the way she would feel beneath him, and how she would moan in ecstasy.
"I want you, Charlotte," Chris said, standing up as he looked directly into her eyes.
Charlotte Flair's lips curved into a seductive smile as she moved towards him, swaying her hips to emphasize her curves.
"Well, Chris, I hope you're ready for a night you'll never forget. I'm going to give you a fuck that will make Bayley and Becky very jealous."
Chris's heart raced at her words, his mind filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. He knew he wanted her, but he couldn't help but feel guilty about betraying the trust of the other wrestlers.
Charlotte Flair noticed the hesitation in his eyes and leaned in closer, whispering in his ear, "Don't worry, Chris. We're just having a little fun. It's all in good spirit."
Her words were like a balm to his nerves, and he felt himself relaxing in her presence. She took his hand and led him towards the showers, the steamy air enveloping them as they stepped inside.
Without a word, she unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders, her fingers trailing over the defined muscles of his chest. Chris watched her, his breath catching in his throat as she knelt down before him and unbuckled his belt.
She pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift motion, freeing his hard cock, and wrapped her lips around the swollen tip. Chris gasped, his hands instinctively finding their way to her hair as she swirled her tongue around him. He was already so hard, so ready for her.
His cock throbbed with anticipation as he watched her mouth explore him, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled her to her feet, turning her around and pressing her against the cold tiled wall.
"Fuck, Charlotte," he groaned, unable to think straight as he grabbed her supple ass and ripped her panties aside. Charlotte moaned loudly as he thrust deep into her from behind, her body arching back against him as they both panted for breath.
Chris's fingers dug into her hips, gripping her tightly as he pulled her closer to him, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy with purposeful strokes.
"Yes, Chris, like that," Charlotte gasped, her head thrown back as she moved her hips in rhythm with his. "Harder, faster ... oh yes, that's it!"
Chris gripped her ass cheeks harder, his balls slapping against her clit with each powerful thrust.
Charlotte squeezed her thighs together, trapping his cock between her legs, and they both cried out in pleasure as the sensation intensified.
He slid his hands up her body to her perfect tits, gripping them firmly, kneading them, and tweaking her nipples between his fingers. Charlotte moaned with pleasure at the added stimulation.
"You like that, bitch?" Chris growled, staring into Charlotte's eyes. "Do you like it when I fuck your tight pussy from behind like this?"
Charlotte leaned her head back against Chris's shoulder and moaned.