Part 78 - Money In The Bank (part 1)

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Rhea and I arrived at the arena earlier than everyone.

She was watching me walk around inside the ring, enjoying me toying with the ropes and the turnbuckles.

There were a couple workers around, setting up the finishing arena details, but Rhea was the first wrestler here.

"Can you teach me like a submission?" I asked, leaning on the ropes looking at Rhea with a smile.

Rhea raised an eyebrow. "Another time."

"I feel fine." I insisted. I'd already asked her to pin me the way she does usually, but she grinned telling me she'll do it tonight.

I forgot about that until she said that. What she said about tonight, that we'll try and see how I go with an orgasm. I was looking very much forward to it.

I looked around. "What about a flip?" I joked, climbing up to the second rope in the corner, turning to look at Rhea proudly. I definitely couldn't do a flip...

Rheas lip flinched in anger as she said angrily. "Get down, Flo. Now, before I pull you down."

With a sad smile I slowly got down

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With a sad smile I slowly got down. Only to be pulled to Rheas side. "Don't do that. You could hurt yourself up there."

"You go up there." I pointed out.

"Because I'm a trained professional, Florence." She snapped, helping me from the ring.

She said my full name. She was getting quiet angry. I was pushing her buttons on purpose, it was always fun. "But you could hurt yourself going up there."

Rhea raised an arrogant eyebrow down at me, waking us backstage. "Never going to happen. I have you to look after."

I smiled as we entered the backstage area.

I was in the bathroom, washing my hands just down the hall from where Rhea was getting her makeup done. It was a hassle for her to let me go, but I promised I'd scream if I needed her.

Drying my hands, I suddenly sneezed deeply. I lent over in a bit of pain, holding my stomach. Oh god.

Why did it hurt? It didn't hurt last time.

Maybe it's not ready...

The pain subsided quickly and I wondered if it was just the way I sneezed or something. I basically ignored it when I got to Rheas dressing room.

She was scrolling on her phone in the makeup chair and I sat on a couch to her side. I wrote out a message to her.

Florence: Do you remember I'm on my period?

I watched as Rhea studied the message and just looked at me through the mirror. Then back to write on her phone.

Rhea Ripperz 💗: I know. It's like I waited until you were, so your orgasm is even fucking stronger.

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