ToXXXic Ch. 02

Roxanne Perez was on top of the world! Well, she should've been, at least. But, to make a long story short, things hadn't exactly been easy since winning the NXT Women's Championship, even if she managed to top all three members of Toxic Attraction on the same night she won the belt.

That night should've marked a change for Roxanne, the turning of a new leaf in her young life. Her arrival as a member of the hierarchy, and it's soon to be alpha. Alas, it wasn't meant to be; Roxy hadn't topped anyone since that night, despite her plans to continue to do so in secret. The Prodigy's win-win situation, allowing her the privilege to top without officially coming out as a top, had already shown its sign of knocking her off of her game.

Two defenses of her lovely rainbow title, a three-way with Gigi and Jacy, as well as an intense battle with fighting legend Meiko Satomura both saw Roxy barely escape with her title, the inexperienced young wrestler spending more time plotting for her next topping opportunity than preparing for her title defenses. Already, her worst fear was being realized. That's when Roxy knew it was time to cut her topping career short, before things got even worse.

After "surviving" Meiko, Roxanne vowed to never top again; she didn't need that kind of trouble clogging up her mind. Only bad things could happen, and even if a part of her enjoyed it, the majority ruled, and the majority loved her title so much more. But, even though the decision seemed fairly blunt, that didn't mean Roxanne had made it easily.

Her mind was a battlefield, precisely why, as she lounged on her hotel room couch, looking to relax in her sweats before a grueling workout tomorrow morning, Roxanne caught a knock on the door. The knock belonged to the woman she invited over, the only woman she trusted herself around to help clear her mind. A friend. Roxanne yelled out, "It's open," and Indi Hartwell popped in.

"Hey babes, what's up?" Indi asked with a grin, marching over to the couch and plopping her big, Australian bum on the arm.

"Not much," Roxy shrugged, taking a sip of red wine from her glass before adding, "Just hangin' out."

Confused, Indi asked, "Aren't you a little young to be drinkin'?"

"Aren't you a little young to be a wet blanket?" Roxy quipped geniusly, taking another sip and motioning towards the bottle. "Honestly, I don't usually drink, but this hotel is so fucking fancy, they just put the wine in the rooms! In the rooms, can you believe that?"

"Well, I'm looken right at it, mate. I still don't think it's such a good idea, ya know? Legalities and all."

"Aww c'mon, Indi, have some fun. I need a little fun, that's why I invited you over," Roxy claimed, but still listened to Indi and put the glass down.

"Oh, not havin' enough fun poundin' Gigi and Jacy's big bums, eh? I mean, I've been havin' a fucken blast bummin' Nikkita and Zoey recently, but you and Toxic? Here I thought you'd be fucken golden," Indi quipped, crossing her arms following her assumption. Roxy never told anyone what happened that night and, with Mandy gone and the rest of Toxic tight-lipped, Indi couldn't have known the truth.

"What're you talking about?" Roxanna played coy. "I've never pounded anyone's 'big bum'. I'm a wrestler, hun. Real wrestlers don't have to pretend to be something we're not." Oh, the irony.

"Yeah, whatevah ya say, mate," Indi sarcastically agreed, standing up. "I suppose you have nothing to with Mandy disappearin' a day after you 'told 'er off'?"

"Noooo, I don't," Roxanne played dumb, also proceeding to enact another staple of lying, quickly changing the subject, "C'mon, Ind, cool it with the hierarchy shit for one night! Let's just hang, you know? Like friends?"

"Okay...alright," Indi relented, sitting back down. "Can I have a drink?"

"Sure," Roxy agreed, heading over to the kitchen area to fetch a second glass. Meanwhile, Indi took the bottle into her hand and began to drink. Once she found some more liquid courage, she pressed down on the gas pedal once again.

"So, you've really nevah topped anyone?" Indi pushed again.

"I thought we were done with this?" Roxy asked, returning with another wine glass in hand.

"C'mon, Rox, just tell me! We're mates, right? You can tell me what happened between you and Toxic."

Roxanne shook her head in frustration. "I said 'nothing happened'. Why don't you believe me?"

"Because Cora told me that she overheard Gigi talkin' 'bout ya. Tellin' Jacy that they need to talk to 'Mistress Prodigy' about gettin' bummed since Mandy is gone," Indi explained, taking the glass from Roxanne, filling it with wine, and promptly taking another swig straight from the bottle.

Roxy rolled her eyes at the mere mention of her arch-rival, Cora Jade. "You really believe that two-faced backstabber over me?"

Indi shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe I just want to believe that ya actually topped someone after a year of playin' outcast," she explained, finally sipping from her glass.

Roxanne proceeded to finish her own before affirming, "Trust me, I wouldn't lie. I've always said that being champion is the most important thing to me. That's never gonna change, no matter how many silly little rumors exist."

Well said, just seconds before another knock could be heard, emanating from Roxy's hotel room door. An uninvited guest, the likes of which had the pair of tan, beautiful women confused. Roxanne got up and walked towards the door, opening it up, and, upon seeing who was behind, promptly slammed it shut.

"Who's at the door?" Indi questioned, perplexed by why the "innocent" Prodigy had her whole body pressed against the door, seemingly attempting to keep whoever lurked behind out.

"Oh, it's... no one. Wrong door," Roxy assured, but it wasn't long before not one, but two beautiful babes came barging in, little Roxanne, despite her best efforts, unable to keep the door closed. The door sprang open, and in walked the exact same women that Roxanne claimed to have no connection to, that she never topped in her life. Toxic Attraction.

"Mistress Prodigy, we need to talk," Jacy arrogantly assured, hands on her hips, her tag team partner Gigi added in a "yeah" for emphasis.

Indi rose from her seat on the couch, a smile as wide as the Grand Canyon spread across her pretty face, and a single finger pointing out, directly aimed at Roxanne Perez. Roxanne the dirty, little liar, as far as Indi was concerned.

"Why the fuck are you here?" Roxy snapped at Toxic, leading Jacy to reiterate her point.

"Because we need to TALK!" Jacy repeated, and Gigi picked up the explanation.

"Why haven't you fucked us, Mistress Prodigy? It's been too long," Gigi asked weakly, and Jacy gave her a little shove.

"Hey, I was gonna say that, whore!"

Gigi fired back with a shove of her own, "Well, why didn't you, huh?"

"Because you didn't give me time!" Jacy shoved back, leading to a small cat fight not unlike the litany of cat fights Roxy had witnessed the night she topped Jacy and Gigi. Meanwhile, Indi couldn't help but laugh as Roxanne tried to break up the scuffle.

"Ya look like ya have your work cut out for ya there, Rox!" Indi quipped in between cackled.

"Ha-ha, good observation," Roxy groaned, finally managing to keep the two girls separated. But, their exchange wasn't quite over yet.

Gigi stuck out a well-manicured finger and fired, "Yeah, thanks Mistress Prodigy. Keep the flatty away from me!"

"I'm not flat, God damnit!" Jacy snapped. "You're just built like a human sex doll!"

Gigi groped her big, natural breasts through her thin black tank top and gloated, "Mind and body, baby. This is what it looks like to be all-woman. But you wouldn't know that, would you, flatty?"

Jacy growled, but Roxanne shoved both girls away, bringing their efforts to an end. Then, she asked, "Didn't I tell you guys not to bother me? I told you that I'm never topping again!"

"Ha, so you admit it?" Indi asked cheekily.

Roxy rolled her eyes and expressed, "I thought we were past that?" Indi didn't answer; instead, Jacy offered up an explanation, albeit a very weak one.

"Well, we just couldn't help it anymore."

Gigi shook her head, and added, "Yeah, we want you, Mistress. Not someone else. We tried getting topped by a few other girls, but it just wasn't the same."

Indi scoffed unseen, while Roxanne reiterated her point. "Listen...used-up fuckholes or not, I don't care! You guys can't come over here uninvited just because you're horny!"

Gigi and Jacy both looked confused, and they stood idly for a few seconds, trying to process what they were told. Eventually, Gigi spoke up. "But...we were invited."

Roxanne aggressively shook her head. "No, no, no. Nope! I don't recall texting either of you. The only person I invited over was.... dammit!" Indi slyly snickering to herself told the whole story. Upon seeing her humorous reaction, a lightbulb clicked in Roxy's head. Sighing, she asked Indi, "You invited them, didn't you?"

"Surprise?" Indi cheekily shrugged, but her little jokes failed to lighten the mood. So, she offered a deeper explanation. "Aww c'mon, Rox, don't hate me. I just needed to know the truth, and these bitches were really easy to trick."

"Trick?" Roxanne asked as Gigi and Jacy both took a visible offense to The Impressive Superstar's words.

"Yeah," Indi nodded. "I tricked them into admittin' what happened the night ya won the belt. Needless to say, I was a little curious. And when they finally told the truth, I was even more curious to see what ya looked like toppin' other girls. So, I told them we were meetin' up tonight, and that they should confront you about gettin' bummed. Make sense?"

"Yeah, it makes sense," Roxanne agreed unenthusiastically. "But it changes nothing. Sorry that the 'locker room leader' got your hopes up, girls, but, whatever you guys do, I won't be participating."

Indi, Gigi, and Jacy all whined, in unison, "Why not?"

"Because I said so!" Roxanne argued, her temper flaring up. The Toxic duo backed down, but unlike the pure bottoms, Indi was still willing to fight.

"Rox, ya just bein' stubborn. Look, ya got two of the hottest bitches in the entire company right here, just beggin' to get bummed. They'll let ya do whatevah ya want, and won't argue a peep! Just help me fuck their arses. C'mon, I'm not askin' for an arm or a leg or nothin'."

Roxanne stayed quiet for a bit; she couldn't help but admit that the prospect was interesting.

"No, you're just asking me to throw away all my hard work! I need to stay focused, or else I'm going to lose my-"

Indi faced out her hand, stopping Roxanne's motormouth dead in its tracks. "Look, Rox, I love ya, okay? I think you're a great wrestler. But, if a momentary lack of focus means ya just gonna up and lose to whoevah, then you're the problem. It doesn't matter what I or anyone else thinks, because it's you, who doesn't believe in yourself."

Damn....Roxanne couldn't help but agree. She didn't want to, but as they say, the truth hurts. Every word coming from Roxy's mouth was, for lack of a better term, loser talk. If she was truly as great as she claimed to be, a real pro wrestling prodigy, then she shouldn't need to spend hours on end, mentally preparing for every opponent. Truthfully, to be the best, she just needed to keep doing as she was: out-wrestling them.

Indi, wearing an expression far less light-hearted than she had prior, stood there, adjacent to Roxanne and Toxic Attraction, waiting for a response. Roxy was split, right down the middle. One side agreed with Indi wholeheartedly. Topping was a lot of fun, that much was impossible to deny, and simply indulging here and there didn't mean Roxanne's run was on borrowed time. Every champion before her had been involved in the hierarchy in some way, even bottoms, and many had experienced incredible reigns.

But, Roxanne couldn't shake the feeling that "having some fun" here or there was the start of something more serious. One session here and another there was fine, but what she started to like topping a little too much? What happens when it becomes more important than wrestling, much like it has for almost every other performer in NXT? Roxanne wasn't looking forward to finding out.

Truthfully though, it's not like she was going out of her way to find asses to fuck. Hell, she'd been set up, for crying out loud! One more time...one more little indulgence wouldn't spell the end of her run. Just one more time, fucking a pair of asses she'd already fucked, and then, she'd be done! Which only left one problem.

"I-I don't even have a strap-on," Roxy stammered, prompting Indi to head over to her couch and rifle through her purse. Suddenly, out popped two dildos and two harnesses; somebody was prepared for that question, huh?

"Don't worry, Rox. I have enough for both of us," Indi assured gleefully, handing Roxanne her own set. C'mon then, Rox. Help me give these bitches one for and I promise, I'll make it worth your while."

What was that supposed to mean?

Roxanne brushed it off, sighing, "Fine," which made the other three girls happily cheer. "But this is the last time, okay? I'm never topping again!"

"Sure ya aren't," Indi assured, beginning to whip her clothes off of her long, muscular body; Roxanne did the same. "I'll bet you said that last time, too."

Roxanne slowly shook her head, and corrected, "Technically, no. The agreement was if I didn't like it, then I wouldn't do it again."

"Guess you didn't like it," Indi assumed, making way for Jacy to correct her.

"No, she did," Jacy confirmed, and as always, Gigi was right there to finish what her partner had started.

"Yeah, she's too much of a stuck up prude to-" A shove from Jacy threw Gigi off.

"I was gonna say that, bitch!' Another small shoving match ensued, but this time, the girls were able to finish things off, raising a pair of fists but ultimately, none were thrown. After all, they were moments away from getting their asses wrecked, a cause for celebration, not violence.

Before long, Roxy and Indi were completely naked, beckoning Toxic Attraction towards the middle of the room. The girls, both the epitome of sex and desire, instinctively dropped to their knees, understanding that it was time to serve. They crawled over to where their dommes stood, waiting to be strapped up.

As they approached, Indi tapped Roxy on the shoulders and directed, "Alright, mate. Allow me to show ya how it's done. Take some mental notes, yeah? Might learn somethin'." With that, Indi tossed her strap-on and harness down on the ground, in front of Gigi. But Roxanne wasn't having it.

Before Dolin could pick it up, Roxanne stepped forward and kicked the toys aside, landing them in front of Jacy, instead. "I don't need any help from you, teach," She assured sarcastically, before declaring, "And since I'm the alpha, I get to choose who fucks who, right? So I'm taking Gigi."

Gigi smiled giddily, but Jacy sadly didn't share the same reaction, blurting out, "What the fuck?", a reaction Gigi openly mocked her for, forming an L on her right hand and placing it on her forehead, which Jacy swatted at.

"Wait, wait...who died and made you alpha? I'm the locker room leader!" Indi proudly proclaimed, stepping forward herself and kicking her strap-on back in front of Gigi, who couldn't help but blush as the tops fought over the rights to her massive, Instagram-famous ass.

"Mandy's career," Roxanne declared, sliding the strap-on over again. "I beat her for the NXT title, and I fucked her ass in the same night. I'm no rocket scientist, but I think that makes me the alpha."

Indi shook her head disapprovingly. "Not if ya aren't in the hierarchy. Ya say that you're never toppin' again, right? That doesn't sound like someone who's a part of the hierarchy." But, in the end, Indi knew that Roxanne's argument was rock-solid, even if Hartwell, herself, was technically right. "But, have it your way, mate. I won't fight you forevah."

Gigi clapped and cheered, while Jacy rolled her eyes; she didn't want to be second choice but, sadly, it was something she'd come to expect when hanging around with Gigi. Almost like an inevitability. Gigi Dolin didn't just have the fattest ass in NXT, oh, no, no, no. The PAWG Princess had the fattest in all of WWE, hell, even in all of wrestling! That's a lot of ground to cover, no doubt, Gigi's big butt did it in spades. Cross the seven seas, through forests and mountains alike, no ass could compete, so no matter how hard she tried, Jacy was always going to be at a disadvantage. It was something she'd learned to live with.

Roxy smiled, and delivered her first order for the night, albeit far less confidently than someone proclaiming to be the alpha normally would. "Strap me up, Gigi."

Indi softly tapped Roxy on the shoulder and whispered, "Ya know you can call her a bitch, right?"

"Yes I know that!" Roxy snapped as Gigi fiddled with the dildo, eventually managing to get it attached to the harness and, soon, around The Prodigy's waist.

Still upset about having to settle for the less-desirable brand of poison, Indi sighed, and delivered a similar order, prompting Jacy to do the same, though she managed to get her top fully equipped much faster than Gigi, for what it was worth.

With both tops ready to go, Roxy ordered, "Alright! You two, on the couch!" Indi could help but giggled, enamored by Roxanne's strange and unique way of barking orders, especially since she was so small and cute, but ultimately kept any side remarks to herself. Gigi and Jacy listened, crawling over to the couch, taking their time to allow the women who very shortly would stuffing them the welcomed sight of their asses swaying with every inch forward. Though naturally, there was a lot more movement from Gigi's rear end but...c'mon, why wouldn't there be?

That's not to say Jacy's butt wasn't perfect in its own way either; those toned, tight cheeks were practically bursting out of her very thin, low cut booty shorts, giving her temporary Mistress and her preferred suitor a view to be proud of. Sure, Gigi's big, pale booty couldn't let a single second pass without shaking like a leaf on a tree, but Jacy's always felt that the ranking has always been quality over quantity. Gigi may have the fattest ass any of them had ever seen, but it was pasty and flabby, which...okay, yeah, those were positives! God, she couldn't compete, but you really can't blame a girl for trying, can you?

Jayne did her best to showcase her assets well and in the end, the pair put on one hell of a show, even if it was a one-sided competition. By the time they arrived at their destination, they were more excited than ever, immediately resting their top halves onto the cushions, leaving their rear ends open for business. Gigi reached back, slowly peeling down her skin-tight workout shorts, revealing those big, juicy cheeks to the world, shooting a grin in Jacy's direction.

Jacy rolled her eyes and did the same, undoing the top button of her cutoffs and bringing them down past her tan and tasty tush; it may not have been able to compete by way of sheer size, but Jacy's butt nice and muscular, one of the few areas she had Gigi beat. She let out a sly grin of her own as the pair of tops loomed, setting their sights on tonight's prey.

Roxanne moved slowly, while Indi was much quicker, jumping into action upon noticing one crucial detail: her bitch wasn't properly plugged. Realizing this, Indi slapped that tight ass on arrival, Jacy playfully yelping in response. "Ooh yeah, spank that fucking ass! Thank you, Mistress Indi!"

Indi shook her head and reminded, "Shouldn't ya be plugged, bitch? The fuck is ya asshole empty?"

Jacy looked back, puppy dog-eyed, and protested, "I'm sorry. I haven't had anyone to give me orders. Mandy's gone, and Mistress Prodigy doesn't want to. Maybe you can show her what she's missing?"