Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2019 20:58:57 GMT -6
....starring in….
”She’s Not Stifler’s Mom, But… She’ll Do!”
Tuesday, September 10, 2019
The scene opens with the sound of a toilet flushing behind a closed door. Water runs as Shane Sparx sings ‘Happy Birthday’, an old hand washing trick he learned during food safety and sanitation class back in Culinary school ; perhaps the only valuable thing he could take away from his college days besides the bookoos of student loan bills. The door swings open as Shane steps out in a white wife beater and nothing else - besides the X-Core title that’s strapped firmly around his lower waist and nether region.
Shane Sparx ; “You guys still want this title belt?!.”
Shane winks at the camera.
Shane Sparx ; “...Of course ya do, who am I kidding?! Everybody wants a piece of this D!”
Shane turns the corner and starts up the stairs of his mother’s house in Las Vegas, Nevada. Unfortunately for you, there’s another camera man waiting for him on top of the stairs, so.. No ass shots. At least not yet.
Shane Sparx ; “Speaking of wanting a piece, I was interning for this photoshoot yesterday. And I caught the eye of this hot cougar that owns the modeling agency of the girls that were taking the photos. She was rather cold, pretty bitchy, and knew exactly what she wanted - she was directing those girls with the demeanor of a slave master ; they were her puppets, her meal ticket if you will. And, well, although her criticism over the models was a little much to hear at times, she took a liking to me, and even slipped me her digits. She’s supposed to be coming by in a bit. Not sure if she needs some male models. Or someone to photograph her ladies on a recurring basis..”
”Alright, Shane. Cut the crap. She wants your DICK, homie!”
With a smile, Shane yanks a note from his mom’s refrigerator and starts reading it aloud.
”Shane, I’ll be gone longer than anticipated. The church bridge club decided to cater dinner after the game tonight. There’s meatloaf and banana pudding in the fridge whenever you get hungry.. And whenever you decide to wake the fuck up! P.S. I hope those ugly scars on your face heal soon. I’d like you to try speed dating. We need to find you a girl that’s worth taking you away from that whole x-core wrestling scene. Love, Ma.”
Shane glances over at the clock on the microwave and sees that it’s already 5:00 P.M.
Shane Sparx ; “Damn.. ma knows me pretty well! Time for a little breakfast!”
The door bell rings just as Shane pulls the pan of meatloaf his mother had left him out of the refrigerator.
”MOTHER FUCKER!”
Spoiler Alert: Yes, I am.
Spoiler Alert: Yes, I am.
Shane hesitantly slides the meatloaf back onto the shelf in the refrigerator and closes the door with a slam. He approaches the front door and grabs the baseball bat that his mother keeps beside the door - the very one she threatened to clobber him with a week ago when he was deemed to be unrecognizable by her. Shane is able to unlock the door before second guessing himself and simply looking through the peephole. He sits the baseball bat down and backs up..
Shane Sparx ; “DAMMIT! It’s the cougar! The boss at the modeling agency!”
”Hellooooo?!”
Shane Sparx ; “Fuck! There’s a booty call at the door and I haven’t even had the chance to shit, shave, and shower!”
Shane paces back and forth in front of the front door, not realizing….
”Ya know I can hear you, right?!”
FUCK!!!
”Just.. Let me in? I haven’t got all day!”
Shane growls at random before opening the door. The cougar, dressed for a formal night on the town, steps into the house and looks around as Shane closes the door behind her.
”Well then! This is…. cute..?”
Shane Sparx ; “Thanks. It belongs to my ma! She decorated the place. Except for my bedroom. It’s still Power Ranger’ed out!”
Blank stare from the cougar.
Shane Sparx ; “It’s… a familiarity thing. Chill.”
”I think you misunderstood me, because I was trying not to be my usual, brutally honest self. But what I meant was.. It’s mighty small!”
Shane Sparx ; “I’ll tell ya what’s NOT small!”
Shane yanks the X-Core Championship off from around his waist and carelessly tosses it to the floor. However, half of the title lands between the threshold of the carpet of the living room and the tile flooring of the kitchen, creating a thud. Shane rushes back and bends over, mooning the cougar as he scoops his beloved belt up.
Shane Sparx ; “I’m sorry, baby! Please forgive me!”
Shane nestles the belt in his arms, studying it and making sure there’s no damage to the saw blade on the middle plate.
”I…. I think I may have made a mistake?”
Shane lays the title along the counter with care as he looks back at the cougar and then down at his crotch ; back at the cougar and back at the crotch.. Multiple times.
Shane Sparx ; “Let me guess. It’s too big for ya?!”
”This.. Is not what I thought I was getting myself into. I figured, being the man that you are, that you’d live in this luxurious mansion, since this is after all your hometown. I thought you’d be dressed in your Sunday’s best and ready to take me out for dinner at the fanciest of restaurants!”
Shane Sparx ; “Well… my mother made meatloaf, and that shit’s usually always bomb! How about I pull that shit out of the fridge and we enjoy it together?!”
”Eh….”
Shane places his right hand on the handle of the refrigerator, wearing nothing but his wife beater now. Before he can yank the door back to retrieve the meatloaf to spite his cougar date, he ponders over the rest of what she had just said.
Shane Sparx ; “Wait. Being the man that I am?! Explain yourself.”
She walks forward and reluctantly takes a seat on one of the barstools lined up in front of the kitchen counter.
”You’re Shane Sparx. Reigning X-Core Champion of New Edge Wrestling. You have a long-standing rivalry with my daughter..”
Shane looks confused.
”And that rivalry.. culminated in a match where you won that X-Core Championship!”
Shane damn near dies of laughter, as he staggers against the other side of the counter, facing the cougar that just revealed herself to be the mother of Blair Buchannan.
”Did I say something funny?”
Shane Sparx ; “Holy shit. You’re Denise?! THE Denise that brought that whore into the world?”
”Ordinarily I’d go and grab that baseball bat that’s standing beside your front door.. And bash your brains in for talking down on my daughter in the manner that you do! But at this current moment, I’d agree with your sentiments.”
Shane Sparx ; “I mean.. I’m not sure how you could deny that shit, given her actions recently. But.. what exactly brings you here? You sure you don’t want any meatloaf?”
”Well. I figured you’d take me out, and that the paparazzi would capture us in the midst of our dealings. Simple as that. You’d benefit heavily from it, as you’d be seen with the head bitch in charge of the Icon Agency. And I’d benefit from it, getting under the skin of my daughter, who THINKS she’s such hot shit these days!”
Shane Sparx ; “But she’s no such fucking thing! I proved that when I destroyed her!”
”Well.. Ya did have Anicka Swan helping ya out!”
Shane grabs the largest wine glass he can find and loads it up with whiskey, and about two or three shots worth of Coca Cola. He slides it over to Denise with a smile.
Shane Sparx ; “You follow New Edge?”
Denise rolls her eyes and pushes the glass up to her nose, smelling it before scrunching her nose in disgust.
”Only enough to gain the upperhand on my whore of a daughter.”
Denise hesitantly take a huge sip of the strong whiskey-coke concoction that Shane has prepared for her. She tilts her head to the side and looks up at Shane with a smirk, as to say without actual words, “not bad.” She keeps taking sip after sip as Shane just watches her, and as she finishes half of the drink with ease, Shane says..”
Shane Sparx ; ”I tell ya what. Let me go get showered and I’ll take you out. If you’re going to be benefiting from it by pissing Blair off, that means I’ll be benefiting from it by doing the same. I hate all things Defiance.”
”Ya know, on second thought. This drink’s got me feeling pretty good…”
Shane Sparx ; “Hmmm?”
”Hmmm!”, she exclaims as she looks down at Shane’s dick with a smile.
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10 Minutes Later…
”Oh my God! You feel incredible!”
Shane Sparx ; “Uh huh.”
”You like the way I ride that big dick?!”
Shane Sparx ; “Feels about as good as I’d expect Blair’s mom to feel…..”
Like mother, like daughter. Hot dogs down a looooooong hallway!
”Oh yeah! And I bet I’m even better, baby!”
Shane Sparx (in a mumble) ; “We’ll see what the viewers on Brazzers have to say about that...”
Shane looks to his right and winks at his cellphone, as it’s made clear at that point that he’s recording this encounter. Shane looks back at Denise and tries his damndest to pretend like she’s truly doing something for him.
”Oh my God baby yesssss! Deeper!!”
Shane signals for a ‘time out’ with his hands.
Shane Sparx ; “Uhhhh.. One second!”
”Oh are you gonna grab a whip to spank me with?! Get really kinky?! You gonna show me why you’re the reigning king of X-Core?!”
Shane grabs his laptop and crawls back up onto the bed.
Shane Sparx ; “Get on all fours and bend over for me, baby! I’m gonna do something REALLY kinky!”
Or… out of pure boredom!
”Oh yes!”
Shane Sparx ; “You went from a lady to a complete cumslut in ten minutes!”
Denise backs up against Shane with so much energy, giving it her all, as Shane yawns and opens up his laptop, propping it up along her lower back.
”What’s that?! It’s hot! I like it!”
Shane Sparx ; “It’s my laptop. I need to remind myself who all I’m fighting this week in this royal rumble-styled match.. And maybe say a few words to the people!”
”Oh, that’s kinky!”
Shane Sparx ; “So let’s see here…
Roger Wright. I’m sure he sounds familiar to you, Denise. He’s just one of many men Blair has fucked, in more ways than one! And here lately, Roger has upgraded by fucking around with the way more beautiful Anicka Swan. Props to him! I’ll be sure to dap ya out of respect right before I throw your ass over the top rope, buddy!
Matt Haven. One of these new douchebags who think the world revolves around him already. Newsflash, buddy boy.. Ya might want to win a match first before you make asinine claims like Kyle Manson has been doing. You’re both scrubs with barks worse than their bites and there’s no chance either of you are taking this.
Allison Riggs-Preston. You’re pretty. I don’t want to harm you, so.. I’ll get one of the other dicksnorts to toss you over before I toss them over. Deal? Colt, you share the same name as an adult sex toy line, so if you think you’re beating me, you can go FUCK YOURSELF. Nocturnal, you’re not gonna be killing me. Tommy Kain, you’re the only Defiance member other than Johnny Stylez in this match, and the 2 to 16 numbers game of this match won’t fair well for either of you. We all know that stable thrives on sneak attacks, cheap shots and dirty team work, and that doesn’t fair too well in a match like this.
Dane Preston. While I’m sparing your wife a beatdown, I’ll gladly slap the shit-eating grin off of your face. James Wolf, are you even still alive after that powerbomb through the table my boy Jare delivered to you two weeks ago?! Ryan Pugh? What are ya gonna do?! Shit on me?! Your rusty ass is going straight over the ropes, son! Hudson McKnight? ...What’s up with all these old names from the CWF roster?! You guys aren’t shit here. I’m the only one that’s proven himself here in N.E.W.”
”This is fun and all but, can we try a new position now?! Maybe with less talking?!”
Shane Sparx ; “Sure. Complete waste of my time roasting all these dicksnorts anyway, when it’s already apparent that I have the clear cut advantage going into this one as the X-Core Champion! I might just come in with a steel chair and clobber all those fuckers right over the top!
Thirty minutes later…
Denise has had multiple orgasms and Shane has faked two, staging Astroglide as sperm. Denise slaps a twenty dollar bill on Shane’s nightstand.
”I’ll be calling an Uber to pick me up! I saw what you drove and it’s as pathetic as this house you call a home. In retrospect, I’m glad you didn’t take me out because I wouldn’t be caught dead in that thing! Besides.. I ultimately got what I wanted.”
Denise struts out as Shane collapses on his bed, thankful that sexual encounter from hell is behind him.
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Quick OOC Disclaimer ; The owner of the Blair Buchannan and Denise characters (Will) gave me permission to use them in my RP to further both our individual stories. I hope I didn’t disappoint you in my use, Will, and I hope everyone else enjoyed the rushed read that came as the result of a busy work week. Thanks.