Post by Dita Morgan on Aug 7, 2008 1:37:39 GMT -4
It is a very quiet day the sun is shining through the window around the dark blue and lace curtains, giving the effect of early morning or late afternoon. A door opens up and a young woman steps out of the steaming room, wrapped in a silk robe and her hair twisted up in a towel. Sitting down at her stunning mahogany vanity table, a gift from her grandmother when she got work as a steady model. Toweling out her hair and then running her conditioner and moose through it she twists it back up and sets a timer. Looking at the table she smiles slightly seeing the invitation that she got from Action Packed Wrestling, apparently they had heard about her a little and wanted her at a house show. Not as grand as going with them for full television produced shows but hey at lest it was a bigger fish than what she was currently doing. This current group was staring to boar her, holding the title for almost a year now with not a single challenge in sight. None of the new talent seemed to be able to compete with her. She needed a challenge and she hoped that the APW would be just the place for that challenge.
The timer dinged and she pulled down her hair and worked on blow-drying it so that it was perfectly silky and full of that wonderful volume that the men loved to play with. After much brushing and curling the young woman carefully hangs up her towel and moves to an old fashion changing screen, all that can be seen is her head as she hang up her robe and puts on a black tube top. Moving back to the vanity table now dressed in a black min skirt and the back tube top she carefully applies her makeup. Looking into the mirror she just smiles talking to herself “I so hope that those people at APW can live up to what they are calming in their invitation to their house show. That they really are looking for new talent and want to see if I work. Either that are they are another so called wrestling federation that is full of a bunch of posers that just want to get close to me, but they should have done some research first if that is all they want.” She smiles and finished off her make-up a touch of lipstick in a very brilliant but dark red, grabbed her purse and walked out the door.
Arriving at the club the music was pounding even from where she was standing outside in the VIP line, walking up to the bouncer she smile sweetly but he only frowned stating simply “Name?”
“Dita von Amora, you should know that my name is always on the list Charlie.”
He smiles at list, “And you should know that the boss man would have my hide if he ever caught me not asking for names and checking the list.”
“You going to come and play later Charlie?”
“We will see, go on in there are all ready people in the back room”
Dita walked through the club, stopping for a short amount of time to dance with a few people as she made her way across the dance floor. Finally coming to a back room of the dance club. This room though it seemed to be identical to the rest of the club was more private, the music was the same though a bit more muted it still held that charged feel to it. Checking her bag at the coat check near the entrance of what can now be seen as the VIP dance area; Dita orders herself a drink and moves to the dance floor. Dancing with the few people there. As the night gets later more people show up the floor fills more and more men coming and pushing to dance with Dita. She smiles at them “Don’t worry boys there is plenty of time for all of you to dance.”
Dita danced with the men for a good long while until a very nice looking man pulled her to the side and bought her a drink. Sitting her down at a small table in a darkened corner of the room he smiled.
“My name is Phil.” He introduced himself
Dita smiled and held his hand while sensually stroking the inside of his leg going no higher than his knee. “It is a pleasure to meet you Phil, is there a reason you pulled me to this dark little corner? Or are we going to play a game.”
A shiver went down Phil’s spine at her words what she could promise with her words. “Well I was hoping to get to know you a little better. Why I have sought you out. I work for APW.” He felt the heal of her shoe settle into his crotch; the sense of pleasure not quite total broken but most defiantly the thought of pain and pleasure was not a bad thought of promise.
“So what did you want?”
“I want to know you a little. I try and find out as much as I can about all the future talent that is going to come into APW so that when we meet up later on between shows or backstage we are not total strangers.”
“Oh if that is what you wanted.” The pressure of her boot lessoned and the pleasant strokes began again. “Well where I currently am is such a boring place. Not even the men can compete with me. I grew up with a brother and he liked to pick on me so I started to fight back, then we just started to wrestle around with each other. But anyway when the last champion decided that the lowly card model was someone to pick on I got back at her and didn’t just take it I fought. How was I to know at that time she was the best they had, literally. So I am hoping that the APW can give me a real challenge. I know that I am the best but it is only fun if you have a challenge, right now I have no reason to stay at the top of my game, I want that challenge.” Dita smiled still stoking pleasurly sipping her drink.
“That is quite interesting, and I am sure that you will find that challenge that you are looking for at the APW.”
“So did I satisfy all of your questions?
“Not quite Dita, I still have one more.”
“And that would be?”
“Do you always fulfill your promises?”
Dita just smiled sweetly “Oh Phil, if I give a promise about something I always fulfill it.”
The timer dinged and she pulled down her hair and worked on blow-drying it so that it was perfectly silky and full of that wonderful volume that the men loved to play with. After much brushing and curling the young woman carefully hangs up her towel and moves to an old fashion changing screen, all that can be seen is her head as she hang up her robe and puts on a black tube top. Moving back to the vanity table now dressed in a black min skirt and the back tube top she carefully applies her makeup. Looking into the mirror she just smiles talking to herself “I so hope that those people at APW can live up to what they are calming in their invitation to their house show. That they really are looking for new talent and want to see if I work. Either that are they are another so called wrestling federation that is full of a bunch of posers that just want to get close to me, but they should have done some research first if that is all they want.” She smiles and finished off her make-up a touch of lipstick in a very brilliant but dark red, grabbed her purse and walked out the door.
Arriving at the club the music was pounding even from where she was standing outside in the VIP line, walking up to the bouncer she smile sweetly but he only frowned stating simply “Name?”
“Dita von Amora, you should know that my name is always on the list Charlie.”
He smiles at list, “And you should know that the boss man would have my hide if he ever caught me not asking for names and checking the list.”
“You going to come and play later Charlie?”
“We will see, go on in there are all ready people in the back room”
Dita walked through the club, stopping for a short amount of time to dance with a few people as she made her way across the dance floor. Finally coming to a back room of the dance club. This room though it seemed to be identical to the rest of the club was more private, the music was the same though a bit more muted it still held that charged feel to it. Checking her bag at the coat check near the entrance of what can now be seen as the VIP dance area; Dita orders herself a drink and moves to the dance floor. Dancing with the few people there. As the night gets later more people show up the floor fills more and more men coming and pushing to dance with Dita. She smiles at them “Don’t worry boys there is plenty of time for all of you to dance.”
Dita danced with the men for a good long while until a very nice looking man pulled her to the side and bought her a drink. Sitting her down at a small table in a darkened corner of the room he smiled.
“My name is Phil.” He introduced himself
Dita smiled and held his hand while sensually stroking the inside of his leg going no higher than his knee. “It is a pleasure to meet you Phil, is there a reason you pulled me to this dark little corner? Or are we going to play a game.”
A shiver went down Phil’s spine at her words what she could promise with her words. “Well I was hoping to get to know you a little better. Why I have sought you out. I work for APW.” He felt the heal of her shoe settle into his crotch; the sense of pleasure not quite total broken but most defiantly the thought of pain and pleasure was not a bad thought of promise.
“So what did you want?”
“I want to know you a little. I try and find out as much as I can about all the future talent that is going to come into APW so that when we meet up later on between shows or backstage we are not total strangers.”
“Oh if that is what you wanted.” The pressure of her boot lessoned and the pleasant strokes began again. “Well where I currently am is such a boring place. Not even the men can compete with me. I grew up with a brother and he liked to pick on me so I started to fight back, then we just started to wrestle around with each other. But anyway when the last champion decided that the lowly card model was someone to pick on I got back at her and didn’t just take it I fought. How was I to know at that time she was the best they had, literally. So I am hoping that the APW can give me a real challenge. I know that I am the best but it is only fun if you have a challenge, right now I have no reason to stay at the top of my game, I want that challenge.” Dita smiled still stoking pleasurly sipping her drink.
“That is quite interesting, and I am sure that you will find that challenge that you are looking for at the APW.”
“So did I satisfy all of your questions?
“Not quite Dita, I still have one more.”
“And that would be?”
“Do you always fulfill your promises?”
Dita just smiled sweetly “Oh Phil, if I give a promise about something I always fulfill it.”
