With a bit of a struggle, Bayley worked down the waist of her tights, slipped two fingers between her bountiful butt cheeks and spread them as wide as she could. Then she brought Alexa around, stuck ever so slightly to her index finger and plunged her deep, silencing her scream and brushing her off the finger and into the warm, sweaty embrace of her booty.
"It's like a special hug, Alexa. Just for you." She felt the tiny girl's voice buzzing against her skin. Much more pleasant than her usual shrill tone. "No, no. Don't worry. I won't let it end. You know I can't stop hugging."
It wasn't the cleverest line, but when you had your rival trapped in your asscrack, you didn't have to be clever. Bayley offered a little wave on the off chance Alexa could see it, then pulled her fingers out and sealed her in darkness. She brought her fingers up, noticed just how wet they were and giggled. "Whoops. Probably should have mentioned I just got done with two hours of ring practice. One downside of a real booty, Alexa. Major swamp ass." She patted her butt, then collapsed on a bench, sighing victoriously and imagining Alexa's tiny form squeezed even tighter as her cheeks slapped against it.
She thought for a moment, then grinned, and clenched her cheeks, just a little. Alexa squirmed, or at least tried to, in protest. Bayley released and the struggling stopped. She counted to ten, then clenched again, harder this time. Alexa was clearly trying to struggle, but she was powerless. Bayley let go again, grinning. She couldn't help herself. She wanted to play.
Standing up, she made sure no one was going to burst into the room and started bouncing on her heels again, really paying attention to the way her booty moved with the rhythmic bouncing. They parted slightly on the way up, then clapped back together on the drop. And caught up in the middle of all that was Alexa. Bayley paid attention to where she felt her booty prisoner, trying to determine just how firmly she was stuck.
She brought her leg up, putting her foot on the bench and shaking her booty that way. Alexa didn't move. She started twerking awkwardly like she did at the mirror. Alexa didn't move. She started dancing around the room, shaking her ass as much as possible the whole way and Alexa still didn't move, but she sure did squirm. She was hating every minute of this, but she definitely wasn't getting out without Bayley's express intervention.
"Dang, Alexa. Your bony little self is actually pretty durable. That's good. See, I was just thinking. Since you're gonna be taking a...backseat... for a while, I'm pretty sure that means there's an opening in the championship scene. And since I beat you in a...squash match, I figure why not me?"
Angry buzzing. There was a little fight left in Alexa, though at this point, maybe it was just reflex. Bayley gave her a little squeeze.
"Oh, don't worry. You're coming with me. You're gonna be there at...well, a different kind of ringside. If you follow." Bayley laughed. "Ready to...dive in, should the occasion arise."
Bayley was pacing now, more aware of the jiggling each step produced than ever and loving it.
"In fact, I know what we need to do..."
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