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exposure.”
    “I’ll be honest and say that it’s good to do
something besides sit in the bleachers and look like an idiot while
everyone else gets the spotlight.”
    “I want to do my next piece with you
participating in tonight’s match so people can see Brett
Kerrigan, the man who trained under a legend and put doubters
in their places.”
    “I appreciate your support very much, toots.
There aren’t many writers out there who will bother seeing us in
the business as people we are off TV.”
    “That’s why I have great respect for what you
do. Wrestling is a dangerous business. I also wanted to wish you
good luck.”
    “Thanks, Karen. Hope to talk to you
later.”
     
     
    *****
     
    Brett was sitting backstage nude, making an
attempt to gather his thoughts and watch the other matches on the
night’s pay per view. His tights lay in a heap on the floor and a
curvaceous blonde woman was between his thighs performing an
incredible blow job.
    Kyra Dimes, known in her ring name as Kiki, had
sneaked in and surprised Brett after he had a brief behind the
scenes spot with one of the interviewers as a fill-in between
matches.
    Startled at first, he figured hanging out with
her would be an ideal way to pass the time before the elimination
match. They had been ‘friends with benefits’ over the last two
years, taking care of each other’s sexual urges when needed. But
he’d stared in disbelief when she went down on him right there in
the locker room, where anyone could’ve walked in. The action on the
monitor — and his initial reservations of her
giving head — were soon forgotten when she deep
throated him.
    He leaned back against the locker door,
groaning with pleasure. “Oh my God, Kyra, that feels so fucking
good.”
    Her head bobbed faster, lips clamped around his
shaft, and mouth slid up and down his hardness while one of her
hands played with his balls and ass. It was all Brett could do not
to come when she continued to suck him for several more minutes
before she stood and stripped her ring attire.
    Once naked, she was ready to climb on his lap,
her round, D-cup breasts inches from his face. “I think we could
both use a good pre-match fuck.”
    Brett stopped her. “Hang on,” he said, putting
on a condom he‘d fished from his bag. “I’m not doing anything
without protection.”
    “Even a quickie?”
    “Can’t be too careful, sweetheart, with you
being married. Other guys may fuck without rubbers, but I
won’t.”
    Brett wrapped his arms around her back to hold
her in place. He felt guilty for taking advantage of a friend in
such fashion. At the same time, the idea of sex in an
unconventional place with the number one contender for the Lovely
Ladies Championship was so hot!
    After several minutes, he was breathless.
“Let’s change positions.”
    He pulled Kyra off his lap and placed her on
her back on the bench. He got on top and entered her, getting up a
good tempo. Her face was buried against his shoulder, legs wrapped
around his waist. He held on to his control, feeling her shiver as
his thrusts increased. Her mouth was wet against his neck as she
let out a small cry.
    “Am I hurting you?” he asked. “We can
stop.”
    “No. Fuck me harder.”
    Brett grabbed her plump ass and picked up the
pace. His fingers spread across the soft flesh of her cheeks. Her
back arched and body tensed. The feeling of her muscles contracting
and releasing on his dick and the sight of her breasts bouncing in
unison with his thrusts were driving him insane. His eyes glazed
over, and he felt a film of perspiration on his skin. “I’m going to
come … ”
    “So am I! Brett, fuck me!” She shivered
with ecstasy while her hands gripped his ass. He pumped harder for
a few more minutes until his sperm filled the condom. Panting,
hearts pounding, their bodies still moved with gradual, slower
thrusts.
    When it was over, Brett helped her into a
sitting position and gave her a soft kiss. “You okay?”
    “Yeah