STORY PREVIEW: Big Book of Wrestling Babes - Sarray

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WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction. The events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, promotions, wrestlers, events etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. All characters depicted in this fiction are over 18 years of age. I do not own NXT, WWE or any other wrestling promotion, or any current or former wrestlers/characters. 
 
 Starring: Sarray (NXT)
 
 The Big Book of Wrestling Babes – Chapter 31
 
 An erotic pro wrestling fan-fiction story. 


A Commissioned story by [Anonymous].


Written by DaxG2001 ([email protected]

Codes: Cons, MF, oral, anal, inter voyeur.
 

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Although I’ve been around NXT in the past, the recent new ‘era’ of the 2.0 version certainly had its upsides with a new selection of ladies to target. Plus, it was still relatively easy to sneak backstage with a couple ill-gotten passes and the odd bribe or two. Leaving me just to be suited up in my usual attire, with the Big Book tucked away in the inside pocket, and holding my fully charged camera as I went around backstage as the taping went on.


Almost immediately, I spotted a potential target in a relative newcomer in the blonde ‘Daddy’s Girl’, the stunning Tiffany Stratton. Seeing her walking in high heels, tight jeans and a pink top with a designer handbag hanging off of one arm and her smartphone pressed to an ear. A smile on my face as I approached. “Excuse me, Miss…” I spoke to try and get her attention.


“Ewww. No autographs.” The walking Barbie rudely dismissed me, briefly raising a hand. “No, sorry Daddy. Just some random, whoever guy…” She mocked as she passed by me.
“Hmmm. Can’t win them all.” I shrugged, watching her pass before I headed onward. And as it went, I only needed to take a couple of steps before I saw another member of the NXT women’s roster who it looks like had been watching what Stratton had been up to.


“Ah, please? Forgive her.” Sarray, the gorgeous Japanese beauty said. Clad in what resembled a rather stereotype schoolgirl outfit with blazer, tied bow and shirt along with a skirt. Her hair a dark dyed tone and styled in pigtails at either side, while wearing large, round rimmed glasses. Although she did have around her neck as well a curious looking sun medallion. “Tiffany is, how you, say? Very rude.” She said, giving a polite bow to be apologetic even for another Superstar’s actions.


“Ah, Sarray-Chan! Would it be easier for you if I spoke Japanese?” I pounced on the chance, speaking to her in her native tongue (but translating right here and now for you! Aren’t I nice?).
Her eyes lit up behind the glasses at that. “Ah, yes! Thank you! I am, how you say? Still learning a lot about America. I haven’t been a Superstar for that long.” Sarray said with a smile.
“Oh, it’s no problem at all. I’ve quite fluent you see. I’ve taken quite a few trips across to your homeland.” I explained. Just leaving out the details about all the lewd adventures and hook-ups I’ve enjoyed with countless beauties along the way. “But I’m sure you don’t want to hear about me. After all, I’m actually a big fan of yours! So I’d love to have a few moments of your time if that’s OK?”
“Ah, of course! For a fan, yes. I have plenty of time.” She nodded again, falling for my story easily.
“Wonderful. Actually, if it’s OK? If you don’t mind following me? I know a little quiet area in the building where we can have a chat if that’s fine?” I offered as I quickly laid out my plan.


Sarray nodded again, and perhaps innocently followed me even after just meeting me. What I hadn’t noticed at the time, and only from checking back the footage from my camera, was in the back behind us Tiffany Stratton had been watching. Narrowing her eyes and looking seemingly offended that after being knocked back by her, I was ‘settling’ for another and no doubt in her mind lesser Superstar. Still having her phone to her ear as she at a safe distance, followed after the two of us.


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