Absolute Smokeshow

Monday Night Mami

With every passing day, the monster within her grew more and more restless.
You should be fighting, it growled.
Show her what happens when she tries to get near what's yours.
Rhea did everything she could to drown it out: training until she exhausted herself, fucking Dom until she exhausted him, extra-loud death metal - but the monster never slept. As soon as Tuesday rolled around, she was going to beat Jacy Jayne within an inch of her life.

Rhea shook her dark tresses, trying to stay level-headed and in the present. She was currently backstage at RAW - uncharacteristically alone, as she had encouraged Dom to join the rest of the Judgment Day for post-show drinks and other shenanigans. Rhea would still have about a day's wait before she could get a match against Jacy - the perfect outlet for her mixed feelings regarding her girlfriend having slept with another woman - but the moment the door in front of her opened, she knew the figure walking toward her would be the perfect distraction in the meantime.

"Cathy Kelley," Rhea smirked, pushing off from the wall she had been leaning on and eyeing the way the brunette's outfit hugged her curves, "Is there anything you don't look tempting in?"
"Ms. Ripley-" Cathy began, before the raven-haired woman closed the space between them.
"No need to be so formal," Rhea insisted, a finger gently but firmly pressing against Cathy's lips as she continued in a whisper, "You can call me Mami."

Cathy's body language changed from flustered to coquettish as soon as she heard the seriousness in those words.
"What can I, uh," Cathy batted her eyelashes as her hand alighted on Rhea's shoulder, looking directly into the other woman's hungry gaze, "What can I do for you?"
Rhea's grin widened, the monster within her scratching at the surface as she moved her hands to Cathy's waist.
"So glad you asked."

-

Rhea hadn't taken her eyes or hands off Cathy since the brunette had offered to pay for a ride so the both of them could retire to the privacy of Cathy's hotel room. Rhea had to give their driver credit for remaining perfectly safe and respectful, despite the fact that she was sure he'd heard every single one of Cathy's attempts at muffling the sounds she made as Rhea shamelessly groped and fondled her. Rhea's lips found Cathy's mouth as often as they did her neck, whispering dirty promises and depraved compliments in her ear between bites and kisses.
Rhea slid some extra cash across the center console to the driver as a tip when he dropped them off at the hotel.
"Thanks, mate," she said before getting out, closing the car door, and putting a rough, possessive arm around Cathy.

The moment the two of them were alone in the elevator, Rhea's hand dipped down between Cathy's legs as she kissed her roughly. The desperate whine that escaped Cathy's lips when those strong fingertips brushed against her panties was all the invitation Rhea needed to push her underwear to the side before sliding in one finger, then two. The whimpers coming from the woman she held made Rhea smirk as she expertly pumped her fingers in and out of that clenching wetness.
"Mami," Cathy moaned, gripping the shirt of the woman inside of her, intoxicated by her touch, "Yes! Yes-!"
Rhea muffled the sounds that threatened to give them away with a kiss, her conquest writhing against her as she came. Cathy whispered "oh wow" and Rhea brought her fingers to her mouth, cleaning them with her tongue as the elevator gave a pleasant "ding," announcing it had arrived at their floor.

"Are you always so vocal during your "private interviews"?" Rhea teased, putting her arm around the flushed woman when she noticed her stumble.
"Honest answer?" Cathy asked, pointing to the door of her room as she giggled.
"Unless you want to be punished," Rhea teased, steering the brunette in the right direction.
"No one has ever made me feel this good before," Cathy admitted, looking through her purse for her keycard to avoid eye contact, "That was the first time I... came with someone else."
Rhea couldn't stop her eyebrows from shooting up in surprise, regaining her composure quickly as she took the card from Cathy's fidgeting hands, the two of them standing at the door to her room.
"I'll make sure it won't be the last," Rhea promised, unlocking and opening the door before gesturing for Cathy to enter first, "Just let Mami make you feel good, darling."

Cathy's sense of balance seemed to be returning as she put a bit of extra swing in her hips, knowing she was being watched. As soon as Rhea closed the door behind them, her hands and mouth gravitated back to the other woman's body.
"You don't need those clothes," she growled against Cathy's skin, pawing at the cloth that separated her from the tender, waiting flesh underneath.
Cathy stripped down to her bra and underwear as Rhea kicked off her shoes and shirt, stopping at the sight of her conquest half-naked and mesmerized by Rhea's tattoos. Instinct took over, the stronger woman hoisting the other over her shoulder, moving over to the bed, and dropping her down onto the mattress.

Cathy squealed with delight as she was moved about like a rag doll, giggles turning to moans as Rhea removed the rest of both their clothes, groping Cathy as she did so.
"Bet you're so fucking tasty," Rhea purred, trailing bites and kisses all the way down to the whimpering woman's thighs before taking her in her mouth. With a flick of her tongue against the throbbing wetness, hands creeping up to Cathy's chest, Rhea felt the sweet sensation of someone submitting to her power and craved more.
"Looks like Mami's always right," she commented, running her tongue ring against Cathy's clit a few more times before standing up.

Rhea moved the breathless woman underneath her, spreading Cathy's legs as she did her own until their cunts kissed. She admired the view this position afforded her for a moment before grinding against the submissive woman entirely for her own pleasure. Cathy seemed to be having the time of her life regardless, eyes rolling back as she came with a shudder.
"Mami!" she moaned over and over, the pauses in her sounds of pleasure accompanying the tensing of her body and the growing slickness between them. Rhea had lost count of how many times she'd made her come by the time she was approaching her own orgasm.
"Oh get ready, baby," Rhea moaned, tightening her grip on Cathy's thighs, "Mami's going to come all over your sweet fucking cunt."

True to her word, Rhea let wave after wave rock her body, eyes closed as she focused on how amazing every movement felt. The wet sounds that accompanied her release told her she was dripping down into the other woman, the monster within her humming with satisfaction at the thought of claiming another so fully.
"Fuck," Rhea sighed, smiling as she collapsed on the bed next to Cathy, "Was that as good for you as it was for me?"
"Better," she insisted, cuddling up to Rhea sleepily.
"Good girl."

-

The incessant buzzing of her phone woke Rhea in the darkness. Grumbling to herself, she threw off the blanket and followed the sound.
Dom was calling.
What time was it?
When her eyes moved to the bed, Rhea smirked at the sight of Cathy's naked, sleeping form tangled in the bedsheets.
I must've really tired her out, she thought to herself as she walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. The second the door closed, Rhea answered just before the call could go to voicemail.

"Dom, I thought-" she said, stopping the second she heard a series of shuffling noises on the other end.
Really? A butt-dial? Rhea sighed, massaging her temples as she imagined a drunk Dominik Mysterio adjusting the purple bandana in his pocket and accidentally tapping his screen.
Then, just when she was about to pull the phone away from her ear and hang up, the sounds changed.
"Fuck."
It was Dom. Moaning.
"Mmm, JD, please-"
Rhea's phone dropped, her hand trembling in rage. The moment it hit the bathroom floor, the screen cracked, but the light from it still shone and the sounds on the other end of the line were still audible.
"-keep bein' a good lad and I'll-"

Rhea leaned down and viciously tapped the screen to end the call before she could hear more.
But it was too late.
The monster had awoken once more, and she needed an outlet.
Kicking her phone across the tile, Rhea threw open the door and prowled toward the bed.
"Cathy," she called in a singsong tone, watching the woman twitch in her sleep.
Rhea pulled the blanket down and crawled on top of Cathy, kissing, licking, and biting at her neck until she was moaning, eyes fluttering open as she gripped the sheets.
"Wake up, you dirty girl," Rhea growled in her ear, "Mami wants to play."