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their asses in the ring and
bring big ratings, or be the top guys‘ personal whores.”
    “Kyra, you had a fantastic match tonight.
You’re the new Lovely Ladies champion. You beat the shit out of
Crazy Train, of all people!”
    “Do you know how I ‘won’ the title? It wasn’t
just my wrestling skills. I became the new champion as a ‘reward’
for having a threesome with the current tag team champions, who
happen to be tight with management, against my
principles.”
    “Those greasy pigs?” Brett was
outraged.
    “Yeah. They wanted sick stuff like having both
of them fuck me at once after each took turns with me. Then they
wanted to watch me have sex with some strange girl they picked up
after the show. They forced me to watch both of them fuck her at
the same time, and then made both of us give them blow jobs before
we were able to leave. The girl seemed to like being used like
that, but I felt so dirty. I kept thinking all of that filthy sex
stuff I had to do was only part of an upward move in my career to
keep from puking. I think I took about six showers to get rid of
the disgusting feeling and smell.”
    Brett hugged her. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but
that sounded more like rape than a career move. I‘ll kill those
fuckers the next time I lay eyes on them for what they did to
you.”
    “Don’t throw away your career on something
stupid. I figured out a long time ago being a sex toy will get me
further ahead than my in-ring skills, much as I hate the
idea.”
    “Did you ever … ”
    “No, but I know some of the other girls have.
Lucky for me, the big boss never expressed interest in my
direction.”
    “Thank Christ. I would’ve hurled for
sure.”
    “Now you know how those other poor girls feel
having to fuck a creepy old man, pretending he’s such a stud, so
they’ll get more exposure on TV.”
    “Filthy piece of shit. Too bad I can’t kick his
ass. You ladies are here to wrestle, not be hookers.”
    “Rest assured even if he did approach me, I’d pass, even if it meant getting fired. From what
I’ve heard, he not that great in bed.”
    Brett emitted a hearty laugh. “Glad you cleared that up. But will you promise me one thing?”
    “Sure.”
    “You’re an amazing friend and I care about you.
A lot of guys on the roster have different women every night,
sometimes a few times a night. It doesn’t matter whether they’re
fans, hookers, or another one of the Lovely Ladies. I can guarantee
a lot of those dudes don’t use protection. The last thing you need
is to be knocked up by some asshole, or worse, them giving you a
disease not curable by antibiotics. I don’t want to even think
about you explaining either situation to your husband.”
    “You’re right. My talent, self-respect, and
marriage are worth a hell of a lot more than sleeping my way into a
championship. Even if it means losing my title or even my job, I‘m
done being everyone‘s whore.” She gave him a hug. “Thank
you.”
    “You deserve to be treated with respect, sugar.
I‘m always glad to take care of you when you’re horny, so there‘s
no need for you to fuck around. I use rubbers, and when I don’t
have any of those, there’s other ways we can get each other off.
And unlike some of those losers in the locker room, I don‘t talk
big about bagging chicks. You‘ll have your needs met when you’re
away from your husband, without all the risks.”
    She pecked Brett’s cheek. “Why can’t more men
be so sweet?”
    “Because they’re not short and
funny-looking.”
    “Oh, stop it. You’re a cutie. Some lucky female
is going to cherish you.”
    “Maybe. The one thing is when such a day comes,
you and I will have to give up the ‘benefits’ part of being
friends. When I find her, I’m not going to screw
around.”
    Kyra smiled. “She’ll be one blessed
woman.”
    A knock came on the door. Brett signed the room
service check, placed their meal on a nearby table, and pulled out
a chair for her.