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Chapter 12 - Asia & Oceania Tour [Philippines] - Shotzi Blackheart

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The SM Mall of Asia Arena was still electric, the Philippine crowd roaring like thunder even after the bell had rung. Shotzi Blackheart stood in the center of the ring for a moment, chest heaving, sweat flying off her as she raised both arms high. The fans were losing it—chanting “SHOT-ZI! SHOT-ZI!” in a wild, rhythmic wave that shook the rafters. She had just put on an absolute banger.

The match had started fast and never slowed down. Her opponent, a solid local enhancement talent named Rina, came at her with stiff kicks right out of the gate. Shotzi had fired back with her signature chaos—ducking a clothesline and hitting a picture-perfect hurricanrana that sent Rina flipping across the ring. The crowd popped huge. From there Shotzi took control, whipping Rina into the corner and unloading with a series of sharp forearm strikes that echoed through the arena. Each smack landed clean, making the fans wince and cheer at the same time.

She climbed the turnbuckle, playing to the crowd, then launched herself off with a flying crossbody that flattened Rina. The impact rattled the ring. Shotzi popped up quick, that wild grin on her face, and hit her signature running knee strike right to the jaw. Rina sold it beautifully, staggering around like her legs had turned to rubber. The energy in the building was insane—thousands of phones waving, kids screaming her name from the front row.

Shotzi wasn’t done showing off. She rolled Rina onto the mat, climbed the top rope again, and hit that wild senton bomb she was famous for—tucking tight and crashing down with perfect form. The thud of her body connecting made the whole ring shake. She hooked the leg for the pin: one… two… three. The referee slapped the mat hard and called for the bell.

The arena exploded. Shotzi jumped up, pumping her fists, her wild hair flying everywhere as she celebrated with the fans. She climbed the turnbuckle, pointing out to different sections, soaking in the love. This was the kind of reaction she lived for—the kind that reminded her why she got into this business in the first place. For a few beautiful seconds, everything felt perfect.

But as soon as she rolled out of the ring and started walking up the ramp, that familiar frustration came rushing back in like cold water. The adrenaline was already fading, replaced by the same old knot in her stomach. Another strong match. Another big pop. Another night where she gave everything and still felt like she was spinning her wheels.

Sweat poured down her body, making her black and green ring gear stick to her skin like a second layer. The tight top clung to her full, perky tits, soaked through and completely outlining her hard nipples. Every breath made the fabric stretch and shift across her chest. Her shorts rode high on her thick, powerful thighs, the material stretched tight over her round, juicy ass that jiggled noticeably with every step up the ramp. Her wild, colorful hair was a complete mess—strands plastered to her flushed face and neck, the rest sticking out in every direction from the chaos of the match. Her cheeks were red, eyes still bright with leftover ring energy, but her jaw was set tight.

She was done playing nice. Done waiting for someone else to decide when she was “ready.”

The gorilla position was busy—producers, agents, and crew members moving around, talking about the next segment. Shotzi spotted Piers right away. He was standing off to the side, talking to one of the producers, laptop bag slung over his shoulder, looking like he was already thinking about the next match.

She didn’t hesitate.

Shotzi marched straight up, grabbed his wrist, and yanked him hard.

“Come with me. Right now,” she said, voice low but urgent, that raspy edge cutting through the post-match noise.

Piers barely had time to react before she was dragging him down a side hallway, past crew members hauling gear. She pushed open the door to a random backstage bathroom—one of the smaller ones used by staff—and pulled him inside, locking it behind them with a quick click.

The space was tight, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, the faint smell of cleaning products mixing with the heat and sweat coming off both their bodies. Shotzi turned on him immediately, eyes bright with that wild, determined energy she was known for.

“I’m ready, Piers,” she said, stepping right into his space, her tits brushing his chest. “Did you see that match out there? I killed it. The crowd was eating out of my hand the whole time. They were chanting my name before I even hit the ring. I’m not some sideshow anymore. I want a real run. Promos that actually mean something. Feuds. TV time where I get to be me—not just come out, do my crazy shit for a few minutes, and then disappear into the midcard again.”

She reached down and palmed his cock through his pants, squeezing firmly as she backed him against the sink counter. Her hand moved with purpose, feeling him start to harden under her touch.

“I’ve been thinking about this a lot,” she continued, voice dropping lower, getting filthier. “I know I can deliver in the ring. I know I can deliver on the mic. But I also know how this business really works sometimes. You help the people who help you. So here I am. I’m not gonna sit around hoping for a break. I’m gonna prove right now how bad I want this push. Right here in this dirty bathroom while the show’s still going on outside.”

Piers exhaled sharply. Shotzi dropped to her knees on the tiled floor without waiting for an answer, yanking his pants and underwear down in one rough motion. His thick, heavy cock sprang out, already hardening fast from her boldness. Shotzi’s eyes lit up with genuine hunger.

“Fuck, look at this thing,” she muttered, wrapping both hands around the thick base. Her fingers didn’t quite meet. “So fucking fat and heavy. I’ve never seen one like this up close.” She leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly from his balls all the way up the thick shaft, moaning low at the salty taste. “Mmm. You taste good. Salty. Strong. I’m gonna suck this cock so good you’ll remember me every time you sit down to write.”

She took the fat head into her mouth, lips stretching wide around the girth, and sucked hard. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the small bathroom immediately as she bobbed her head, taking more of him with each pass. Spit started dripping down her chin onto her already soaked ring gear.

Piers groaned, one hand sliding into her wild, messy hair. “Shit, Shotzi… you really don’t waste any time.”

She pulled off with a wet pop, stroking him fast with both hands while looking up at him, her eyes bright and focused. “Time’s the one thing I don’t have anymore. I’ve been busting my ass for years in this company. I ride a fucking tank to the ring. I do insane shit that nobody else is willing to do. I take big bumps, I sell my heart out, and I still feel stuck. So yeah, I’m not wasting time tonight. I want you to see how serious I am.”

She slapped the heavy cock against her tongue a few times, the loud, wet smacks echoing off the tiles, then dove back down, forcing more of the thick girth past her lips until she gagged softly. “Glk… glk… fuck, it’s so thick,” she gasped during a quick breath, spit already running down her chin. “My jaw’s already hurting but I don’t give a shit. I want to take as much as I can.”

She worked him like she was possessed—long, messy bobs of her head, tongue swirling everywhere she could reach, one hand pumping the thick base she couldn’t fit while the other cupped and gently tugged his heavy balls. Spit ran down her chin in thick strands, soaking the front of her top and making her full tits shine under the harsh lights. Her wild hair bounced with every movement as she sucked harder, cheeks hollowing out.

“God, your cock is stretching my mouth so wide,” she moaned around him, pulling back just enough to speak before sucking him in again. “I love how heavy it feels on my tongue. I love how full it makes my mouth. Keep your hand in my hair if you want. Guide me. Use my face. I can take it.”

Piers tightened his grip in her messy hair, groaning as she went deeper. Shotzi gagged again but powered through, eyes watering, spit dripping messily onto the floor between her knees. She looked up at him the whole time, that wild, determined spark still burning in her gaze even with her lips stretched obscenely around his thickness.

She pulled off for air, gasping, stroking him fast with both hands. “I’m doing this because I know what I bring to the table and I’m tired of waiting for someone to notice. I want you to feel how committed I am. Every time you think about my segments, I want you to remember how hard I sucked this fat cock in a bathroom right after my match.”

She dove back down immediately, taking him deeper than before, her throat fluttering around the head as she held it there for several seconds. The wet glucking sounds grew louder and sloppier. Spit poured from the corners of her mouth, running down her neck and between her tits. Her full, perky breasts jiggled slightly with every bob of her head, nipples hard and visible through the soaked fabric.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” Piers groaned, hips twitching.

Shotzi hummed around him, the vibration traveling straight down his shaft. She pulled back again, breathing hard, lips shiny and swollen. “I’m good at a lot of things. In the ring. On the mic. And right here on my knees. I ride a tank, I flip off the top rope, and now I’m sucking your cock like my career depends on it. Because right now? It kinda does.”

She slapped the heavy, veined shaft against her tongue again, then licked slow, messy circles around the fat head while stroking the base firmly. “You like watching me like this? Spit running down my chin, my tits getting soaked, my face all messy? Good. Because I’m not stopping until you’re satisfied. I want you to cum thinking about the kind of run I deserve.”

She took him back into her mouth with fresh hunger, bobbing faster, sucking harder. The bathroom was filled with the wet, filthy sounds of her effort—gluck-gluck-gluck—mixed with her occasional moans and gags. Her hands never stopped moving, one pumping the thick shaft, the other gently rolling his balls. Sweat and spit mixed on her skin, making her glow under the fluorescent lights.

After several long, dedicated minutes, Shotzi pulled off again, breathing hard, lips puffy and glistening with spit. She gave the fat head one last slow, loving lick, dragging her tongue flat across the sensitive underside before looking up at him with that wild, determined spark still burning in her eyes.

“Enough warmup. I need this cock inside me.”

She turned around without another word, bent over the sink counter, and shoved her shorts and underwear down in one quick, impatient motion. The fabric caught for a second on the thick curve of her ass before sliding down her powerful thighs. Her ass was incredible—thick, round, and firm from years of training and bumps, the cheeks spreading slightly as she reached back with both hands and pulled them apart, showing off her shaved pussy already dripping wet and shiny under the harsh bathroom lights.

“Put it in,” she said, looking back at him over her shoulder, voice rough and hungry. “Fuck me hard. I can take it. I want to feel every inch of that fat cock stretching me out.”

Piers stepped up behind her and rubbed the thick head of his cock along her slick folds, coating himself in her wetness. Shotzi pushed her hips back impatiently, trying to catch him. When he finally pressed forward and started sinking inside, she let out a long, loud moan that echoed off the tiled walls.

“Fuuuuck yes,” she groaned, pushing back to take more of him. “That’s it. Stretch me out. God, it’s so fucking big. I can feel it splitting me open already. I can feel it all the way up in my stomach.”

He gripped her hips firmly and started thrusting, deep and steady at first, building speed with each stroke. Her thick, juicy ass rippled and jiggled every time his hips slapped against it, the wet, meaty smacks loud and filthy in the small bathroom. Shotzi’s face twisted in pleasure in the mirror above the sink—mouth open, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed deep red as she took every thrust. Strands of her wild hair stuck to her sweaty face and neck.

“Harder,” she gasped, pushing back to meet him. “Don’t hold back. Pound that pussy. I want to feel it tomorrow when I’m walking around backstage. I want to feel this cock every time I move.”

Piers gave it to her, snapping his hips faster. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room—wet, rhythmic, and loud—mixed with her increasingly desperate moans. He reached around, grabbed the hem of her top, and yanked it up roughly, letting her full, perky tits spill free. They swayed and bounced heavily with every thrust. He cupped them from behind, mauling the soft, sweaty mounds, squeezing hard and pinching her stiff nipples between his fingers while he fucked her.

“Oh shit, yes—play with my tits while you wreck me,” Shotzi moaned, her voice getting breathier and higher. “Squeeze them harder. I love feeling your hands all over me. I love how you’re using me right now.”

Her first orgasm hit fast and hard. Her pussy clamped down around his thick cock like a vice, walls fluttering and pulsing as she came with a sharp, broken cry. “Fuck—I’m cumming already!” Her face scrunched up in the mirror, mouth wide open, eyes squeezing shut tight for a second before they fluttered back open, glassy and unfocused. Juices gushed around his shaft, dripping down her thick thighs in shiny trails. Her ass clenched and rippled against him as the orgasm tore through her.

Piers didn’t slow down. He kept fucking her straight through it, the slick sounds turning even wetter and messier as her cum coated his cock. When she finally stopped shaking, he pulled out, his cock shiny and dripping with her orgasm.

Shotzi turned around quickly on shaky legs, dropped back to her knees without being asked, and sucked him clean. She moaned around his thickness, eyes fluttering as she tasted herself all over him. She took him deep, tongue swirling, sucking greedily like she couldn’t get enough of the messy flavor.

“Mmm, my pussy tastes so fucking good on your cock,” she moaned between long, sloppy licks, stroking the base with one hand while the other gently cupped his balls. “I love cleaning it up for you. I love tasting how wet you made me. Fuck, I’m still throbbing.”

She worked him for a full minute, licking and sucking every inch clean, spit and cum mixing on her chin again. When she finally pulled off, she looked up at him, lips shiny, breathing hard, that wild energy still burning hot in her gaze.

She stood up on slightly shaky legs, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and stepped closer again. Her full tits were still out, shiny with spit and sweat, nipples stiff and dark.

“Next,” she said, voice rough and hungry. “I want to ride you.”

Piers sat on the closed toilet lid. Shotzi climbed on top, facing him this time, straddling his lap. She reached down between them, wrapped her hand around his thick cock, and lined the fat head up with her soaked pussy. She sank down slowly, inch by inch, moaning the whole way as she stretched around him again.

“God damn… every time I sit on it, it feels bigger,” she breathed, voice shaky with pleasure as she bottomed out, her thick ass resting heavy on his thighs. She stayed there for a moment, just feeling him, then started rolling her hips in slow, deep circles, grinding her clit against his pelvis. Her tits swayed heavily right in front of his face.

Piers leaned in and caught one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, tongue flicking over the stiff peak. His hands gripped her ass, spreading the cheeks wide as she rode him. Shotzi moaned louder and picked up speed, bouncing harder now. Her ass slapped down onto his lap with loud, wet smacks, the thick flesh rippling and jiggling every time she dropped. Sweat dripped down her back and between her tits, running in shiny trails over her skin.

Her face was pure bliss—mouth open, eyes glassy and unfocused, little gasps and moans spilling out constantly as she rode him. She looked completely lost in it.

“Fuck yes, suck on my tits while I ride this fat cock,” she panted, one hand sliding into his hair and holding him tight against her chest. “You feel so deep like this. Hitting spots I didn’t even know I had. God, I love how you stretch me.”

She bounced faster, her thick thighs flexing, ass rippling with every impact. The wet sounds of her pussy taking him filled the small bathroom. She leaned in closer, her tits smothering his face as she rode him harder.

“I want this run so bad, Piers,” she moaned, voice breathy and desperate between bounces. “I want you to write me like you know what I can do. I’ll keep earning it. I’ll keep riding this cock, I’ll keep sucking it, I’ll let you fuck me however you want. Just give me the chance to show what I’ve got.”

She came again on top of him, her pussy squeezing tight around his cock, hips grinding desperately as she shook through it. “Cumming again—fuck, I’m soaking your balls!” Her face scrunched up, mouth wide open, eyes squeezing shut as the orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs trembled against his sides.

Piers groaned against her tit, hands mauling her ass harder, fingers digging into the soft, firm flesh. He lifted her slightly and started thrusting up into her from below, meeting her bounces with sharp, powerful snaps of his hips. The bathroom filled with the loud, wet sounds of her ass slapping down onto his thighs and her broken moans.

After she came down from the second orgasm, breathing hard and still grinding slowly on him, he stood up without pulling out. Still buried deep inside her, he turned them around and bent her over the sink counter again. This time he lifted one of her thick legs, hooking it high over his arm so he could fuck her from the side at a new, deeper angle.

“Like this,” he grunted, driving into her deep and hard.

Shotzi’s face in the mirror was wrecked—cheeks flushed dark red, hair messy and sticking to her face, mouth open as she moaned with every thrust. Her full tits swayed and bounced wildly with the new angle, nipples hard and shiny. She braced one hand on the counter and reached back with the other to grab his hip, pulling him deeper.

“Yes—fuck me sideways like this,” she gasped, voice raw. “I love feeling you so deep. Keep going, don’t stop. I want another load soon. I want to feel you cum inside me.”

Piers kept pounding her from the side, gripping her raised thigh tight with one hand while his other hand mauled one of her bouncing tits. He squeezed the soft, heavy mound roughly, pinching and rolling her nipple between his fingers. Shotzi’s face in the mirror was completely lost—eyes half-rolled back, mouth hanging open, tongue peeking out as she moaned with every deep thrust. Sweat flew off her tits as they slapped together.

“Fuck, look at your face,” he grunted, watching her in the mirror. “You’re taking it so good.”

“Keep hitting that spot,” she gasped, voice raw and desperate. “Right there—yes, fuck, don’t stop. My pussy’s creaming all over you again. I love how you’re using me. I love how deep you’re fucking me right now.”

Her third orgasm ripped through her fast. Her thick thighs shook hard, pussy clamping down around his cock as she came with a broken, high-pitched cry. Juices squirted down her legs onto the bathroom floor. Her ass rippled against him with every spasm, her whole body trembling as the pleasure tore through her.

Piers pulled out, cock dripping with her cum, and spun her around. He lifted her up, pinning her back against the cool tiled wall. Shotzi wrapped her strong legs around his waist, ankles locking behind his back. He lined up and slammed back into her soaked pussy in one hard thrust, gravity helping him bury every thick inch deep inside her.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, head falling back against the wall with a dull thud. Her tits pressed against his chest, nipples dragging across the fabric of his shirt as he started fucking her standing. The position let him go deep and rough, hips snapping up into her while her thick ass slapped against the wall with every thrust. “You’re so fucking deep like this. I can feel you in my fucking ribs. I can feel you in my throat.”

Sweat poured down both their bodies. The small bathroom smelled thick with sex—her sharp arousal, his heavy musk, and the faint tang of sweat clinging to the tiles. Piers gripped her ass hard with both hands, spreading the cheeks wide as he pounded up into her. The wet slap-slap-slap of his hips meeting her ass echoed loudly off the tiles, mixing with her desperate moans.

Shotzi’s face was right in front of his—eyes glassy and unfocused, mouth open, little whimpers escaping every time he bottomed out. She looked completely wrecked in the best way. “Harder,” she gasped, voice raw. “Fuck me like you mean it. I want bruises on my ass tomorrow. I want to feel this cock every time I move in the ring. I want to remember this every time I walk out there.”

He gave it to her, thrusting faster, mauling her ass and sucking hard on her neck. Her tits bounced wildly between them, soft and heavy, nipples dragging against his shirt. He caught one nipple between his teeth, biting just enough to make her cry out and squeeze around him.

“Shit—I’m cumming again!” Shotzi’s legs tightened around him like a vice. Her pussy fluttered and gushed, soaking his balls as she shook through her fourth orgasm. Her face scrunched up beautifully—eyes squeezed shut tight, mouth wide open in a silent scream before it broke into loud, filthy moans. Her whole body trembled against the wall as she came hard, juices dripping down onto the floor.

Piers kept fucking her through it, grinding deep while she shook, then slowly lowered her shaky legs to the floor. He turned her around again, bending her over the sink counter one more time. This time he pressed the thick head of his cock against her tight asshole, rubbing it in slow circles.

“You said you wanted it in your ass,” he reminded her, voice low and rough.

Shotzi reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks wider, presenting herself. “Do it,” she panted, voice hoarse. “Fuck my ass. Fill it up. I want you to use every hole tonight. I want to earn this. I want to earn the run I deserve.”

He pushed in slowly at first, watching her tight hole stretch around his girth. Shotzi groaned deep and low, face twisting in the mirror—brow furrowed, teeth biting her lower lip hard as he sank deeper. “Fuuuuck… it’s so thick in my ass,” she moaned, voice strained but hungry. “Burns so good. Keep going. All the way. I can take it. I want to take it for you.”

Once he was buried to the hilt, her round ass pressed flush against his hips, he started thrusting—steady at first, then harder. Her ass rippled and jiggled with every impact, the thick flesh meeting his pelvis with loud, meaty smacks. Shotzi’s moans got louder, filthier, her face completely lost in the mirror.

“Yes—pound my ass. Stretch it out. I love feeling you so deep back there. I love how you’re using my ass right now. Fuck, I’ll let you do this every time we’re in the same city if that’s what it takes. Just give me the segments. Just give me the chance to show what I can really do.”

She pushed back to meet him, her thick thighs trembling. Piers reached around and rubbed her clit fast and firm while he railed her ass, his other hand cupping and squeezing one of her swinging tits, pinching the nipple hard between his fingers.

Shotzi came again from the double stimulation, her asshole clenching rhythmically around his cock as she shook and moaned. “Cumming with your cock in my ass—fuck yes! I’m cumming so hard from you fucking my ass!”

Piers felt his own load building fast. He fucked her ass harder, hips slapping loudly against her jiggling cheeks, the wet sounds filthy and constant. “Gonna cum,” he growled, voice tight.

“Inside,” Shotzi gasped immediately, pushing back hard. “Fill my ass. Pump it full. I want to feel it leaking out of me when I walk out of here. I want to feel it while I’m in the ring later. I want to earn this push with every hole. Please—cum in my ass.”

He buried himself deep and unloaded, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her ass. Shotzi moaned long and low, grinding back to milk every drop, her face slack with pleasure in the mirror. When he finally pulled out, a thick white trickle leaked from her stretched hole and ran down her thigh, mixing with her own juices.

Shotzi turned around on shaky legs, dropped to her knees, and took his cock back into her mouth. She sucked him clean slowly, moaning at the messy taste of her ass and his cum. Her tongue dragged lazily along the shaft, savoring every drop. “Mmm… tastes so fucking dirty. I love it,” she murmured between licks, looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “I love tasting my ass on your cock after you fucked it so hard. I love knowing I earned this. Every time you write my name from now on, I want you to remember how I got on my knees and cleaned you up like this.”

She licked every inch with slow, deliberate strokes, kissing the head, making sure he was spotless before she finally stood up again. Her legs were still trembling slightly.

They were both breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Shotzi’s ring gear was a complete mess—top pulled up around her collarbones, shorts still around her ankles, cum leaking from both her ass and pussy down her thick thighs in shiny trails. Her face was flushed deep red, hair wild and sticking to her skin, lips swollen and shiny.

“Fuck… that was intense,” she said with a breathless laugh, bending down to pull her shorts back up. The dark wet spot at the crotch spread quickly as more cum soaked through the fabric. She adjusted them as best she could, wincing slightly. “I’m gonna be dripping through my next segment. Every time I move, I’m gonna feel it. I’m gonna feel you leaking out of me while I’m out there.”

Piers tucked himself away, watching her adjust her top over her sweaty tits. “You earned it. That match tonight was fire. You had the whole building in your hand. And this…” He shook his head, still catching his breath. “This was something else.”

Shotzi stepped close, giving his cock one last firm squeeze through his pants. Her eyes were still bright with that wild energy. “Good. Because I’m serious, Piers. I want the run. I want promos where I can actually go off. I want feuds that let me be crazy and chaotic and fun. I want actual TV time—not just five minutes of spots and then nothing. I’ll keep proving it every time we’re in the same city. My mouth, my pussy, my ass—whatever you want, whenever you want. I’m not shy about it. I’ll drag you into bathrooms, locker rooms, hotel rooms… whatever it takes. I want this.”

She kissed him quick and dirty, tongue sliding against his for a second, then unlocked the bathroom door and peeked out. The hallway was mostly clear. They slipped out separately, Shotzi heading back toward the locker room with that signature wild strut, even though her walk had a noticeable wobble and a shiny trail of cum was already starting to run down the back of her thigh.

Piers returned to the production area, mind still replaying the sounds of her moaning while he fucked her ass against the wall, the way she’d begged for it, the way she’d cleaned him up afterward without being asked.

The rest of the house show went smoothly. Shotzi had another quick appearance later in the night, coming out during a tag match to cause absolute chaos—flipping off the top rope, hitting a wild senton onto both opponents, and getting a huge pop from the crowd. She looked energized, moving like she hadn’t just been fucked senseless in a bathroom twenty minutes earlier.

After the show wrapped, she found him again near the production room, now showered and changed into casual clothes—a cropped black hoodie and tight black shorts that still showed off her thick thighs and round ass. Her hair was damp, face freshly scrubbed, but she looked wired, eyes bright with leftover adrenaline and satisfaction.

“So… about that run,” she said, leaning against the table next to him, close enough that her hip brushed his.

Piers nodded, keeping his voice low. “You’re getting it. We’ll start building a proper singles push. Some wild promos that let you go off, a feud that plays up your chaotic energy, maybe even a title program down the line if you keep performing like you did tonight. You earned it.”

Shotzi grinned, that wild spark back in full force. “Perfect. And if creative starts dragging their feet again…” She stepped even closer, voice dropping into that low, filthy register she’d used earlier. “You know where to find me. I’ll drag you into the nearest bathroom, locker room, or hotel and remind you exactly how dedicated I am. I’ll get on my knees again. I’ll bend over again. I’ll let you fuck my ass again. Whatever it takes. I’m not playing around with this. I want it.”

She gave him one last filthy little smirk, eyes sparkling, then headed off toward the tour buses, ass swaying with every step, still carrying the evidence of their bathroom session between her thighs.