Free Wanton by Jezebel Jorge Page A

wasn’t even wearing a
thong.
    He stepped through the ropes and all it took
was one look at Ricky to know he hadn’t been the only to notice
that Courtney wasn’t wearing any panties under her tight black mini
skirt.
    “How the hell do you plan on bumping like
that?” he whispered as she helped him remove his black leather ring
jacket.
    “You noticed?” She flashed him a wicked
smile.
    ‘Me, Ricky and half the front row.”
    At least she got out of the ring a little
more carefully to take her spot in Bryson's corner.
    “Are you doing her?” Ricky mouthed the first
time they locked up.
    “She wishes.”
    “I’d hit it in a heartbeat,” Ricky replied,
sending Bryson to the mat.
    If it hadn’t been for Courtney’s exposed
pussy, Bryson would have been a lot more uptight about working one
of his childhood idols for the first time, especially with Ricky’s
locker room offer to let him call the match.
    It took him just a few minutes to realize
just how good Ricky Morton really was. He knew how to get the most
out of the least amount of effort and man could he sell. Everything
he’d heard was true - a match with Ricky was a night off in the
ring. They weren’t calling anything, just going with the flow to
put on one hell of a match.
    Bryson grabbed Ricky by his bleached blond
mullet and Courtney was right there for the slap spot. He tried not
to cringe as she let loose with a beautifully worked smack. The one
thing he could say about her was that she respected the business.
She was probably marking out as much as he was from getting to work
with Ricky Morton. If you couldn’t get heat working Ricky, you ass
had no place anywhere near a wrestling ring.
    Bryson had gotten so into the match he could
have easily done a sixty-minute draw, but Ricky called for them to
take it home. Courtney did her part to distract the ref and Bryson
shoved Ricky into him for the bump to knock the guy out of
action.
    Courtney climbed to the top rope while
wearing what had to be three inch stiletto heels, and landed a
perfect leg drop across Ricky’s throat. Bryson went for the pin as
she revived the ref, slapping the guy’s hand to the mat for the
three count.
    The crowd went nuts as Ricky sold the move
like they had killed him.
    “Come on,” Bryson mouthed to her and they
slid out of the ring.
    She raised his hand in victory and the crowd
got even wilder over the injustice reaped upon their hero. Leave it
to Courtney to want to hang around and stir up some more heat. With
no security that wasn't happening. He grabbed her by the waist
practically dragging her to the back.
     
    ***
     
    “Hell of a match,” Ricky said accepting
Bryson’s handshake. “You’ve got it kid.”
    “Thanks.”
    Instead of shaking hands with Courtney,
Ricky gave her a hug before sitting down to unlace his boots. “Damn
girl, you’re a heat magnet.”
    Courtney sat down in the chair beside him
pulling off her shoes to rub her feet. “I’d like to see Dylan do
that spot in stilettos.”
    “I wouldn’t.” Bryson laughed.
    “I’m doing a couple of shots with Stan Lane
around Charlotte next month,” Ricky said. “Would you be interested
in working with us? That’s one hell of a finish.”
    Would I ever!?!
    “How much can the promoter pay me?” she
asked, trying to hide her excitement.
    She wasn’t about to let on that she’d work
the shows for free to get a shot at a play date with the guy known
in the biz as “The Gangster of Love”. Stan was a gorgeous tanned
blond who had the rep to back up his gimmick.
    “I’ll have to call the guy running the
shows, but I can probably get you a decent payoff if he’s got a
girl for you to work too.”
    “Jimmy Cornette always gets the same pay as
Stan.” Her daddy would decide to show up at that moment with their
pay envelopes.
    “She’s not Cornette,” Bryson said.
    “That’s for damn sure,” Ricky agreed. “I
don’t think Jimmy, or any other girl for that matter could fill out
a mini