By Montrose
A lucky recruiter finds a promising new prospect.
I am always at work. But then anyone would be if they had my job. I recruit new talent for a Las Vegas women's wresting team called the Vivacious And Muscular Power Sluts - VAMPS for short.
As you may imagine we have a million ways to rake in the cash. Our street-front image is our nightly matches. We charge 150 horny men to sit in a cramped arena and watch a series of well balanced brawls between the girls in our stable. The final match is a challenge from our champion, Red Mary, a 6 foot tall ill-tempered red-head with the moves of a cat. The highest bidder in the crowd usually pays over a grand to get stuck in a smothering face-sit roll-up pin in under five minutes.
The smart customers, our regulars mostly, spend their money $300 at a time for private one-hour matches. And we always promise our girls will defeat them. We treat the girls well. If sex is involved it is their decision, but if they charge we get 10%.
Sometimes we get a big bastard, a cop or a body guard, and we have to throw 2 girls at him, but it's always the same price no matter how many girls it takes to defeat you. As you can image we try to find the biggest and meanest women on the planet in order to boost our profit margin.
That's where I come in. I have a unique gift for finding and recruiting big girls from all walks of life and convincing them to spend a few years wrestling men for money. Hookers, mid-level managers, moms, we even have the granddaughter of one our casino owners crushing men's skulls for a living. I find them everywhere.
So it was no surprise to me seeing Ashley stare down at me from behind the checkout counter of the local supermarket. She wore a tube top and workout pants - like basketball players wear, and running shoes. She was tall enough for girl's basketball. I'm 5'11", so my first guess for her was 6' 5". But she had a little too much meat on her for the sport.
She loaded up my groceries and handed the heavy sack to me like it was a helium balloon. The bag sank when I tried to hold it up on my own using both hands. She smiled, chuckled actually.
"You get a kick out of showing men you're stronger than they are?" I asked. She didn't respond at first - she just met my eyes steadily. I was held in place under her beauty.
"What's to prove?" She finally said.
"You're not going to get a rise out of me that easy, cupcake." I shot back. I could see the "cupcake" crack did not sit well with her - her expression hardened and her broad shoulders flexed.
"You're lucky I need this job, little man." She whispered.
"You got something else you need to say, sweet-meat?"
She fairly bristled. "I wouldn't need to talk much."
"Maybe we should discuss this over dinner." I suggested. "My treat - you pick the place."
"I wouldn't give you the honor of being seen with me in public."
"Ouch!" I pretended to flinch. "You ARE a tough customer."
Despite herself she chuckled again.
"What if I told you, I could make it so you don't need this job anymore?" And I handed her my card - Sean Doly, recruiter, VAMP Entertainment.
She read it and tried to hand it back. "I'm not a hooker." She said quietly. The fact that she was not offended gave me hope. "But thanks for thinking I could make it as one in this town. The competition is outrageous!"
"Meet me at Caesar's tonight..." I read her nametag... "Ashley. It's not prostitution. And I think you're up to any competition this town has to offer. We'll discuss it over champagne." And I left her reading my card.
That night we ate and drank and talked. The girl put away three fillet mignons and three bottles of bubbles! Luck for me my expense account could absorb it. She was from Iowa but moved to Vegas after college for the glamour. She'd been in town for a year and was flat broke, but too stubborn to go back home.
After she had enough of a buzz from the champagne, we danced. She almost fell over on me twice. It took every muscle in me to hold her up. And to guide her into the cab. And to maneuver her up to my condo.
A pot of coffee later we had talked through my offer - how she could become a member of VAMP. She liked the idea of rolling around with other women in front of horny men, and of wrestling and dominating other horny men. And the money. She could easily increase her income six-fold without prostitution.
"This all sounds great." She whispered. She reached out and stroked my face. I touched her hand - so much bigger than mine. "But first I need to know you're sorry for all those sexist cracks back at the store."
"I am." I said. "I apologize. I'm sorry I called you those names."
"No. Your not." She whispered as she got to her feet and pulled me to mine. "But you will be." And she leaped upon me!
I was helpless in her hands. She didn't have much in the way of technique, but she more than made up for it in mass. First she twisted my arms this way and that, dropping me to my knees. I begged. I shouted that I was truly sorry.
"I don't believe you." She replied quietly, then she stuffed my head between her massive thighs and crushed my skull.
Her big round ass muffled my screams as she traded between scissors and face sitting, crushing and suffocating me. I could feel her muff grow hot and moist in her tight shorts. The smell of her musk exited me and I grew stiff. And she noticed.
Her big hand cupped my nuts through me pants. I screamed from her groin, "Please don't crush them!" She rubbed her hand around my sack, then up my throbbing shaft. It felt so good. GOD I needed the release! I felt an orgasm mounting in my spine!
Then SLAM! She slapped my balls open handed. I cried out into her ass. Her cheeks bounced up and down on my face as she laughed.
Then she got up. She stood over me with her hands on her hips as I gulped air, grateful for the break.
"Take off your pants." She snarled.
I was at once delighted and terrified. Still on my back between her feet, I pulled my pants off. She dropped her own cloths all around me. Delight began to win out. Then she fell on me and ripped my shirt off with her teeth and hands.
She mounted me roughly, crushing my neck under her arm as she maneuvered into position and slid me home.
Even though I wanted it - all of it - it felt like a rape. And she made sure of that. At one point I moaned with delight and she slapped me so hard I saw stars. Then she stuffed my head between her tits for the rest of the act.
Again I struggled for air, just as in the wrestling match. As I started to black out I resorted to pounding her ribs for all I was worth. She ignored me and just kept humping. The last sensation I was aware of before drifting away was her tight wet clam slamming up and down over my stiff cock.
When I came to she was dressed and sitting on my couch. I lay naked and covered with goo at her feet. She had already showered. She slipped her hair into a ponytail as I tried to roll over. Her boot caught me in the ribs and knocked me back to the floor.
"Don't get up." She said sweetly. "I know the way out."
"Please..." I groaned.
"Yes, I know you're sorry." She said, smiling down at me. "Apology accepted. Anyone with a third leg like yours can get away with calling me a name now and then. Just don't make a habit of it or I'll have to teach you another lesson."
"Have you considered my offer." I whispered from the floor as she stood to leave.
"Yes. I'll be there this afternoon to audition, just like you suggested. I just pity this Mary girl, having to get humiliated by me from out of the blue."
She was across the room so I dared to get to my knees. "I told you she's very experienced. Don't take her lightly even if you are bigger. She beats up casino hit men on a nightly basis."
"Then she will make a good trainer for your new champion... me." She winked and left. I crawled to the bathtub.
When Ashley showed up Red was just making another new recruit beg for her life nearly breaking her arm in the process. Mr. Grant, owner of the VAMPS, rang the bell.
Ashley got up, leaving the recruit crying in the ring. She was a six foot blonde, gorgeous actually. Mr. Grant helped her to her feet. She towered over him as he helped her to a stool.
"Don't cry honey." He told her gently. "I didn't expect you to win. I just wanted to see you show some fight! And you did!" He handed her a handkerchief. She wiped her tears and looked up.
"Can you train me to fight like that?" She asked in a darling whisper.
"Why?" He asked.
"So I can break that uppity bitches neck." She whispered to him as she looked across the ring at Red Mary.
He patted her firm shoulder. "That's all I need to hear. Manny, sign this girl up!"
She was so happy she lifted Mr. Grant in her arms and smothered him with kisses, letting her tears roll down his face. Red Mary came over and rescued him, pulling the new girls arms apart and catching Mr. Grant on the way down.
Mr. Grant collected himself and, from a safe distance behind Red Mary, told the new girl, "You're hired, but don't ever touch me again unless it's with your lips on my dick!" He hated being outmuscle in public.
"Yes sir!" Said the new girl. "Any time you say." And she was whisked into the back office.
"Who you got next." Mr. Grant asked me.
"Ashley is here sir. I think you'll be pleased." He looked her over as she stood near the door, towering over his body guards.
"I already am. Can she handle herself?"
"She's as powerful as she looks and very competitive, but she has no training."
"We can solve that. Let's let Mary show her what she doesn't know and get on with it."
I called Ashley over. She shook hands and agreed that she wanted to audition.
"How do you feel about auditioning naked?" Asked Mr. Grant.
Ashley didn't speak. She just flipped her shirt off over her head and slid her pants off in 5 seconds flat.
"Very impressive." said Mr. Grant through his cigar.
"Thank you sir. May I go beat the shit out of Mary for you now?"
Mr. Grant smiled up at her for a second admiring her nerve. "Please do dear girl, please do."
Ashley stepped over the top rope and into Red Mary's angry hands. Mary tripped and cuffed Ashley from turn-buckle to turn-buckle, using the big girl's weight and momentum against her.
In the middle of the ring, Mary kicked Ashley sideways in the knees and the girl fell. Mary got behind her and when she rose to her knees, put her in a choke hold. Struggle as she might, she was to winded and beaten to break it.
Mary could have defeated her right there, but she released the grip. Ashley fell face forward - out cold before she kissed the mat. Mary kicked her in the ribs to revive her.
"Get up you cow!" She shouted. "I'm not even warmed up yet!"
Under repeated kicks to the ribs, belly, and face, Ashley stood.
"Very impressive." said Mr. Grant once again.
When she was on her feet she looked around for Mary, who catlike stayed behind her, unheard. Then she slipped up to the big girl and locked her ribs in a bear hug. Her arms barely made the trip all the way around the thick woman.
But now we were 20 minutes into the fight and Ashley was in no shape to take a beating for that long. She was unable to break the hold and unable to breath deep. She staggered around the ring with Mary dragging behind her.
By dumb luck she staggered up against the ropes closest to the wall. Her mass smashed Mary against the wall. The entire arena heard Mary grunt and gasp as the near-unconscious Ashley ground her into the bricks. But Mary did not break her hold. And after another minute, Ashley fell forward.
Mary sailed behind the plummeting giantess like the tail of a kite. She rode her right into the mat. Using her knowledge of leverage she flipped the girl over on her back and went for the layover pin. Mary was drenched with sweat and unwilling to drag the fight out any more.
But Ashley had other plans. With one arm she lifted Mary onto her shoulder as she sat up and drove the woman with all her strength, head first into the mat. Mary twitched, then lay still.
Ashley shook her head and crawled over to Mary. She tucked Mary's legs up in her groin, then grabbed Mary's hands and arched her back, nearly snapping Mary over the wrong way. Red Mary suddenly woke up screaming like a mad woman!
"Don't give up yet bitch!" She snarled. "I'm not even warmed up yet."
I'll never give up to you, cow!" Mary spat back. Ashley pulled her back some more and laughed as Mary screamed in pain.
Then Ashley leaned forward, placing an elbow in the middle of Mary's back. This twisted Mary's legs nearly to the breaking point and drove all of Ashley's substantial mass down onto poor Mary's tits, which flattened into the rough and unforgiving mat.
"First I'm gonna rip your hips apart, tough girl." She snarled into Mary's ear. "You'll never want to fuck again when I'm through with you." Mary wailed! "Then I'm gonna beat yer lovely melons so bad they'll look like empty socks. No one will ever care that you don't want to fuck." Mary wailed again, but there was nothing she could do trapped under the massive girl.
"I surrender!" Shouted Mary for the first time in her life. "Please stop! Please stop!"
Mr. Grant rang the bell twice, hard. The room erupted. But Ashley wasn't done.
"Surrender? What pussy-smoking three year old crap is that? You know what happens now, pretty girl?" Snarled Ashley. "I own you. That's what happens! Tonight I'm taking you into the ring, and you're gonna kiss my ass until I'm satisfied."
And damned if she didn't make good on it! She challenged Red Mary for the crown, beat her senseless, then tied her to a workout bench and got off on her face. She even called for a mirror so she could see the lips rub her ass.
The crowd loved it.