Post by Roxy Cotton on Dec 10, 2018 14:09:12 GMT -5
Malibu - August 2, 2017
“Hey baby, you’ve reached Rox… I bet you’re sorry you missed me… leave a message, mwa.”
Roxy’s sing-song voice giggles out of the cell phone in Vinnie’s hand. This is the third time he’s called her from the back of the Uber, this time right as they pulled into the drive of the palatial estate the two of them share - the Pink Palisades, their dream home, looming over a Malibu hill. Everything two rich, important, Hollywood elites would need to have both their lavish lifestyle and their privacy at the same time. Vinnie clicked the phone off as he looked up at the remodeling project underway on the helipad atop the main building. He chuckled and shook his head remembering the drunken fiasco that had led to the repairs.
“Yo dude, here’s fine. I can walk to the side entrance and it’s easier for you to turn around here.”
“No problem.”
“Thanks dude. Five stars, see?”
Vinnie then holds his cell up for the driver so he can see the rating he’s been given. The driver nods and pulls to a stop, letting Vinnie exit. Vin’s explosive coif of bleached blonde hair is like a starburst in the morning sun, glowing with the direct beam of light around his head like a daytime halo.
“Little something extra, dude. Thanks.”
Vinnie manages to peel three twenties out of his skin-hugging vinyl pants, passing them to the driver as he pulls his rolling suitcase out of the car. He heads up the walkway, again looking up at the construction are where contractors are just beginning their work for the day. With a press of another app on his cell phone, Vin closes the huge gate behind the Uber driver once he departs, then heads around to the West side of the compound, where the early light hasn’t yet evaporated the night’s dew off of the grass. Slick tendrils of wetness curl across the black calves of his pants, making them shine.
After walking between the bright purple gels spotlighting the wall and giving it its distinctive hue, Vinnie reaches a door with a keypad, and quickly presses a few numbers. There is an audible click, and then Vinnie is able to turn the handle and enter the building. After walking down a few hallways, he comes to Roxy’s set of living quarters, following the echoing strains of Lana Del Rey, Roxy’s usual morning music. He turns into the lounge area and sees a head of blonde hair hanging back off the arm of a velvet chaise longue, a cell phone held above it. Manicured fingernails swipe through various pictures of Roxy Cotton in myriad states of dress and undress.
“Babe, why didn’t you answer? I called like a hundred times since I landed at LAX, what’s the deal dude?”
But the last word or two fades off beneath the soft music as Vinnie walks around the couch and sees its inhabitant.
“Oh… oh, you’re not Roxy. That’s her phone though.”
“Yeah I just wanted to look through her pics.”
“Well why didn’t you answer when I called? Where is she anyway? Why are you here?”
“I didn’t want to invade her privacy by answering her phone, Vinnie.”
She rolls her eyes and swipes through another nude picture, biting her lip.
“She’s in the shower. We crashed here after hanging out at 1OAK LA. It was actually pretty cute how we met, she thought my paparazzi were there for her. Got us laughing.”
“Yeah, that sounds like her… you uh, slept here? With Roxy? Sorry, dude, I didn’t ask your name…”
She looks a little puzzled, maybe disappointed even, but shakes it off quickly and goes back to smiling brightly as she stands up and holds out a hand for Vinnie to shake.
“Tomi. My name’s Tomi. And Yeah, we came back here around four. There… wasn’t a lot of sleeping, to be honest.”
Vinnie’s face turns a little red as Tomi’s eyebrows raise up. Vinnie could definitely smell Roxy’s particular bouquet of lotion and perfumes emanating off of the petite blonde. He opens his mouth to ask something, most likely completely inappropriate, but stops short when Roxy walks out of her sleeping area drying her hair with a small towel and adjusting the tiny satin bathrobe barely concealing her body from view.
“Baby!”
Roxy squeals with delight as she scampers over to Vinnie, wrapping her arms around Vin’s neck and planting a deep kiss on him, tonguing the flavor of toothpaste with a hint of vagina into his mouth.
“I’m so happy you’re back baby! I missed you SO much! You will not believe how much I’ve been blowing up on social media lately! Our #brand is going to pop, baby, I’m so excited!”
“Yeah, totally, I follow you on everything you know… hey, uh…”
Tomi walks into then small kitchenette, pouring a glass of water from the filter. Vinnie leans in close to Roxy’s ear.
“Is that… is that who I think it is? The Trump girl?”
Roxy giggles and covers her mouth coquettishly.
“Tomi Lahren. Yeah, she’s really cool. And WAY more… liberal… than I bet you thought she was. She was really into meeting you, and was pretty bummed when I told her you weren’t home.”
“Really?”
“Really… she and I watched some of our movies when we got back here. That’s how things heated up. She’s wild!”
Tomi makes her way back over then, walking up to Roxy and giving her a kiss.
“Roxy, I have to go. Thank you so much for last night, I won’t forget it. Next time I’m in LA I’ll hit you up for sure.”
“Okay babe, you can go out the back. There’s a private entrance, no one will see you.”
“Great. Perfect. And Vinnie! Really nice to meet you too.”
Tomi stretches up on legs toned in the way that can only be done by cucking libtards beneath a pair of Louis Vouitons. She plants a moist kiss right on Vinnie’s mouth, playfully flicking her tongue against his without breaking eye contact with him.
“Next time I come over, I hope you’re here…”
And then she headed off, the sound of her heels slowly quieting as she got further down the hallway. Vinnie and Roxy canoodled together and listened while their houseguest made her way out of the Palisades, then they both broke into laughing.
“Vinnie, it was so funny… we were out at the club and she thought my paparazzi were there for her! We ended up hiding from them in the same bathroom, and she had some blow, so it was, like, destiny or some shit.”
“That’s funny, she said the same thing about the paparazzi… that you though they were there for you.”
“Vinnie, come on. I run LA. When was the last time either of us went out in public without a crowd of photogs snapping away at us? Besides, I’m the one who called them and told them I was there. They were for me.”
“Oh, that makes sense. Hey! I brought you some food, I tried calling but…”
Roxy looks at the two brown paper bags from McDonalds in Vinnie’s hand while he shakes them back and forth in some effort to make them seem enticing.
“Vinnie you know I don’t eat that crap. I’m fully organic now!”
“Babe, potatoes are organic! They, like, grow on trees or something, dude. I don’t know, I’m not a farm scientist or whatever. But fries are awesome.”
Roxy’s eyes roll in her head so violently you’d expect the sound of billiard balls cracking against each other to come from her skull. Then she seems to remember something.
“Oh! My phone! I’ve been expecting a call!”
She lets go of Vinnie and walks toward the small end table where Tomi had left Roxy’s phone. She grabs it and swipes it to life.
“Oh! Wow, I have a lot of missed calls!”
“Yeah dude, I - ”
“Oh yay! I got the call!”
“… yeah. Okay cool. Hey, I’m gonna hop in your shower now okay, babe? It was a long flight and I didn’t get one before I left. I’m willing to bet when I peel these pleathers off it’s going to smell like a rotten ham sandwich between my legs, you know?”
But Roxy isn’t listening. She’s busily swiping through texts and listening to voice mails, deleting each of Vinnie’s no more than two words in.
“Right. Cool, so, I’ll be back in a few.”
Vinnie walks into Roxy’s sleeping area, heading for the bathroom, and leaves Roxy to focus entirely on her phone. Finally she sees the text she was looking for.
“Oh he sent me a video message. Vinnie, Lucas sent me a video message!”
Vinnie pops back out of the bed area, having already pulled his lucky Faster Pussycat tee shirt off and unfastened the fly of his pants. His lither, muscular body stands in the doorway.
“Lucas who? And why are the sheets in here soaked? Did you girls have a water gun fight?”
“Whatever Vinnie, you know what I do when I cum. And it’s Lucas Dupree! From LAW! You know how pissed I was that Lioness Pro fell through, so I put out some feelers to different ladies’ wrestling federations. LAW is pretty big! I bet he accepted by application!”
“Well… okay, that’s neat. I’m gonna go ahead and strip the bed down for you before hoping in the shower okay babe?”
But she was already in another world, walking into the kitchenette and pouring her own glass of water as she perched onto one of the stools near the counter. She didn’t even register Vinnie as he walked back into the bedroom. Instead, she pressed play on her video text from Dupree, which caused her to gasp out loud almost immediately.
“OH! Oh my god, LOOK at him…”
The video played on:
“Roxy Cotton! Lucas Dupree here, Ladies’ All-Star Wrestling. I want to formally welcome you into the fold! I think…”
Lucas kept talking, but Roxy found it hard to focus on what he was actually saying. Instead, she stared into his dark eyes, watched his perfect lips curl and smile around his bright white teeth, and definitely noticed the cords of muscle tightening and loosening in his arms and shoulders as he gesticulated. He was confident and eloquent, his skin had a gorgeous peanut butter complexion, and his voice sent vibrations across her skin.
As she sat on her stool, her hand began to slide down the satin lapel of her tiny bathrobe. It disappeared between her golden thighs and she caught her breath, then released it in a hitching sigh of pleasure. The message ended, but she replayed it, over and over, eventually having to set the phone down and brace herself against the countertop with her free hand as the sound of the stool’s legs squeaking across the kitchen tils reverberated through the room.
“Oh… OH…”
And then it happened. A splash. Like someone had dropped a water balloon in the middle of the kitchen. The sound was loud, and Vinnie’s voice came from her bedroom.
“Babe, what was that? You okay?”
“Shit.”
She hissed under her breath, hopping up from the stool. She grabbed the towel she’d brought out from the shower with her and tossed it on the kitchen floor, mopping it around with her bare foot. Thinking quickly, she grabbed her glass of water and poured the rest of it onto the floor as well.
“Uhm, yeah baby! Everything’s fine! I spilled my drink, I was so excited to get the job!”
“Yeah? You’re in? That’s great, babe!”
Vinnie walked from the bedroom doorway through the living area clad in just a fluffy towel around his waist, heading to where Roxy was diligently drying up the ‘spill’ in the kitchenette. By now, she’d bent over to do it by hand.
“Yeah, baby, I’m excited… I’m going to debut at a pay per view called ‘Queen of the Ring,’ how fitting is that? Granted, it’s an undercard match against something called a Minako Ai, which I think is a sort of retinal infection you get from getting your face too close to the crotch of an Asian masseuse, but whatever. I’ll win and I’ll be one step closer to shutting up that drooping cunt, Sam Tolson. That’s my goal for by the end of 2017, baby, I need to take that girl’s Chaos Title and break her arm like I promised Ash… er… like I promised someone I would.”
By now Vinnie was standing right behind Roxy, who was bent fully over and buffing away at the floor. The length of her satin robe didn’t cover anything, which brought a smile to Vin’s face and a noticeable bulge to his towel.
“That’s all really great, babe! I’m sure you’ll have a great run. But… for right now…”
Vinnie slides his hand in between Roxy’s legs as she’s bent over. The sudden pressure elicits a gasp from her, but her back arches and she leans back into him.
“Wow, Roxy… you’re REALLY happy to see me I see! Already worked up and ready to go with barely a touch…”
Roxy smiles back at him over her shoulder, the real reason for her aroused state her own little secret.
“Mmmhmmm. Been thinking about it since you walked in the door.”
Then, as Roxy leans over the kitchenette counter and lifts the robe up around her hips, Vinnie’s towel lands next to hers on the floor.
