Something No Man Can Have pt. 2

[hopedudley]

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'I'm a Space Bound Rocket Ship
And your Heart's the Moon
And I'm Aimin' Right at You
Two Hundred Fifty Thousand Miles
On a clear Night in June
And I'm Aimin' Right at You
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The Following is a
Hope Dudley
Production
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Status:Finished
Tagged:Match vs Ebirah
Word Count:3,133
Location:The Inside of a Mexican Restaurant; A Hotel Room
Attire:Hope’s Outfit;Maryia’s Outfit
Soundtrack:-
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Cast
Background Text/Scenery
Hope Dudley
Maryia Longstreth
Waiter
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The scene opens inside a building that appears rather worn down, beaten up, and the ceiling is an eerie orange in color that suggests adobe or something of that nature was used in the building of the structure. The walls have a similar orange color, but it is very hard to tell because they’re lined with many, many decorations ranging from sombreros to painted on pictures of somewhere south of the border. Against the walls around the room are many booths as if it were a restaurant, quite a few of which are empty, but there are at least as many with customers in them, so it would indeed be correct to assume it a restaurant. The booths all have colorfully decorated tabletops, and vertically above the back cushions on the booths are wooden cut-out designs picturing scenes of Mexico. The shot pans around the room with its orange tiled floors, and as it spots a familiar face, it pans across the room to one booth in particular where Hope Dudley is sitting, talking to the young blonde introduced as Maryia.

”So Hope... You all ready for this big match of yours, I take it?”

”Come on, Ree, you know I’m always prepared to kick someone’s behind and leave them flat on the mat or slamming their hand into the canvas crying for their mommy. It’s what I do, sweetie.”

”True... But Ebirah seems a bit.... Different. Are you sure you can handle him?”

”Ree, he’s different because he has been referring to himself as a lobster. I’m not worried about some overgrown arthropod. If anything, I’ll take a pot of boiling water to the ring with me and cook up a little dinner while I’m there. He’s got nothing against me besides my looks, and if he’s too preoccupied with the color of my eye shadow or the cup size of my bra, there isn’t any way he can win this match.”

Maryia giggles at Hope’s joke before responding to her statements.

”Yeah, let him focus on your tits, Hope. It’s about as close as he’ll ever get to feeling a girl’s boobs, being in that ring with you.”

Again, Maryia starts to giggle, only to stop completely when a glare from Hope quiets her.

”What? It was a joke!”

”I hope so! What do you think I would do, just stand there and let him feel me up? You’ve got some sick and twisted fantasies, Maryia Longstreth.”

Hope cracks a slight smile, unable to hold it back.

”And that’s one of the ways you get me so turned on.”

Hope licks her lips as Maryia grins, her upper teeth biting lightly on her bottom lip. Before either girl gets a chance to say something more, the waiter approaches the table, sets down a basket of chips and a bowl of red salsa, and pulls out a pen and a pad of paper.

”¿Can I please take your order for drink, señoritas?”

”Please, can I get a double jumbo lime margarita?”

”Sí, ¿and for you, chica?”

”Gimme a Bud Light.”

”Sí. Un moment.”

The waiter turns to leave the table and Hope catches attention, speaking up a bit louder.

”And some guacamole, por favor!”

”Sí.”

The waiter walks off to get their drinks, and retrieve an order of guacamole.

”Ree, haven’t I suggested to you already that you need to embrace the culture of the restaurant you’re in, and stop having those made-in-the-USA beers, get something more authentic perhaps?”

”You sure did, babe, but you know me better than that. I don’t go and have fine wine at Italian restaurants, so why do you expect I’d get a big ol’ margarita here?”

”You know as well as I do, sweetie, that the way these guys prepare their margaritas, the alcohol is strong enough even to loosen me up a bit. And you know you love it when I’m a bit out of it. It makes it that much easier to turn me into your little slut for the night.”

That was a bit... loud. Several customers at other booths shoot looks at Hope, mixtures of disgust and desire upon seeing the dark-haired beauty and imagining what it would be like to have a night with her. Hope shrugs off those looks as if they were nothing, and cracks a big smile, leaning in a bit closer to Maryia, knowing how she gets turned on when Hope starts to talk dirty, teasing her as she sits out of Maryia’s reach. Hope even pushes a bit further, squeezing her tits together with her hands and wrists, using Maryia’s favorite body part against her. Under the table, Maryia’s hands grip the edge of the seat of the booth, trying to hold off from going after Hope as she bites her bottom lip.

”Uh huh, you like that, don’t you Ree?”

Hope sticks her tongue a little ways out of her mouth and slowly starts to lick her lips as Maryia responds to her question.

”Ye... yeah. Oh god, Hope, you are so going to get it when we get back to the hotel. This is your warning, you are going to get it good.”

”I bet I will. But it’s so much fun seeing you cringing as I sit there teasing you. It’s like how little Ebirah is sitting at home in his Bat Man undies and his old beer-stained wife beater watching this right now, touching himself to the tune of my voice, begging for me to make the match go nice and slow so he can enjoy my touch. Well that isn’t going to happen a bit; I’m going to throw him aside and get rid of him faster than he could even get the slightest wiggle out of that half-pint down below. He can beg all he wants, but he will never get his chance with me, and he will never get his chance at that Universal Championship. You however, might just get your chance, if you behave. Understand?”

”Yes, I understand completely. I’ll try to behave for you, Hope.”

”Ahh... Mistress. Not Hope, Mistress.”

Maryia cracks a smile, playing along, knowing that the more Hope pushes and teases her, the rougher it’s going to be for Hope when the two get home.

”Yes... Mistress.”

”And you, my little pet, are a very lucky girl indeed; Ebirah wants me so badly, and he will never, ever get me.”

The waiter returns, placing the gigantic margarita in front of Hope, a tall mug of Bud Light in front of Maryia, and a bowl of guacamole about half-way between the two.

”¿What would you two like for dinner esta noche?”

”Chicken fajitas, please, and a side of queso.”

”I’d like a taco salad with black beans please, extra guacamole and no sour cream please.”

”Sí, gracias, your food will be out shortly.”

The stubby-legged Mexican walks away, his twiddly little mustache moving with each step as if it were fake and were about to fall off, which leaves Maryia snickering. Hope shoots her a look, and Maryia covers her mouth with her fingers, but can’t seem to stop snickering, and Hope finally breaks the silence.

”What’s so funny?”

Maryia leans in closer, and whispers into Hope’s ear.

”The waiter’s mustache is fake. It’s about to fall off with every step.”

As Maryia leans back to her seat, Hope can’t help but let out a giggle, and picks up a chip, dipping it in the guacamole as she finally calms down. She takes a bite, and after the loud crunch of the chip breaking, she chews it thoroughly before swallowing down the mixture of chip and dip.

”I doubt it. And what’s with you and chicken fajitas? That’s what you always get. Try something new sometime, babe. Let loose a little, and enjoy something different.”

”Yeah, says the little cutie with the vegetarian platter coming. We both know you’re not a vegetarian. Wake up a little bit and enjoy some chicken or steak or something; take your own advice and live a little, sweetie.”

”Ree, you know I’ve never been that fond of meat other than seafood. Besides, eating like a vegetarian is what gives me that added spunk.”

”Well, I always have liked your feisty attitude... But they’ve got shrimp fajitas, shrimp tacos, and quite a few other shrimp and seafood dishes for you to try.”

”I will sometime, okay? But right now, I’m going to save my seafood appetite to toast up that two hundred pound ‘lobster man’, Ebirah, and when I’m done with him, I’ll serve my appetite for a Universal Title shot too. And then it’s all a matter of time before Speedo’s reign as champ comes to an end. And I know how much you want to sleep with a World Champion.”

”Not unless that World Champion is you, babe. Too many times, the World Champ is a weakling. I want a Champion that will take charge a bit, and who knows how to give it to a girl hard and rough. And I know how you get when you’re horny.”

”Okay, no sucking up. If you’re trying to turn me on so you can misbehave without consequences, you’re out of luck, sweetie. It’s not like I can’t tell you to sleep alone tonight.”

Hope keeps a serious look on her face as Maryia looks into her eyes, seeing the seriousness, and ducks her head, pouting, her lip quivering. A grin crosses Hope’s face as she sees Maryia’s eyes trailing from her, and she starts to snicker as Maryia looks back up at her.

”I was wondering how long I could keep that charade. You know it’s you and me forever, Ree. I couldn’t hurt you like that babe. And if you thought I really could, you’ve got a bit more to learn about me.”

Maryia cracks a half-smile half-surprised look across her face as she picks up a tortilla chip and playfully tosses it across the table at Hope, who catches it, and dips it into the guacamole. That smile widens and becomes whole as she licks her lips and responds.

”You had me going for a minute there, baby. You’re lucky you’re such a fun little pet, or I would be mad at you... But knowing you, if I got mad, you’d make it that much harder for me to get you to take your clothes off later.”

”That’s just about why it was so smart for Ebirah to shut his mouth and just face the facts. I might just give him a chance and tone it down a notch now that he’s shut his mouth so that I don’t have to listen to him anymore.”

”Your food, señoritas.”

The scene fades out as the waiter hands the two girls their food.

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The scene picks back up as Hope and Maryia are walking through the white doorframe of their hotel room, the red door swinging shut behind them. It’s the same room that they were seen in earlier, and as Maryia walks off past the camera, it stays focused on Hope. She walks over toward the TV set, and something new appears to have been added to the ensemble of the room; a black leather couch. Hope begins to disrobe, first her hoodie, then her boots, socks, tee shirt, and jeans, right down to a black lace bra and panties as she speaks, placing her clothes on that couch, and reading an article on her phone; more specifically, she is reading a blog post by Ebirah himself.

”So what’s this guy’s problem, anyway? He had a victory in the UWA, that’s more than anyone expects of a wrestler until they prove they can do it. Congratulations, you beat that little brat, Andy Star. So what? I beat Nick Offer, another little useless waste of space just begging to be kicked around like a hacky sack and left in a heap on the mat. And that’s exactly what you look like to me, Ebirah, is a helpless little pouch stuffed a little too full with beans and set in my path to kick out of the way on my rise to the top. You and that pathetic little mask of yours should just step aside and let me take down Roy Speede for his title instead this week. Who even needs a mask anyway? What, are you that scared of a girl that you have to hide behind that mask, or are you really just that appalling in the flesh, lobster boy?

Yeah, I’m gorgeous, so sue me for it. One thing that won’t help is sitting there wining and crying about how you’re jealous of my good looks and trying to claim that I’m too focused on my beauty to win this match, because that isn’t going to happen- I’ll rip that mask off of you, point your face directly at that jumbo-tron to see once and for all that you aren’t even as strong as a crustacean, plant you on that mat with the Hopebreaker, pin you, and when Speedo raises my hand in victory, he’ll eat the canvas too. That title belt is going to be mine sooner or later, and making me face you this week and not Speedo is just putting that time on hold. We all know it’s coming, but the Deliteful reign of Hope Dudley as Universal Champion will start when I say so. And I think I’ll take this week and beat you senseless instead of cashing in my title shot.

See, I’m not in this for the money; I’m as rich as a girl could get without giving myself to some horny old pervert with lots of money as a human sex toy, and that wealth only goes up with each word out of my mouth. That title matters a lot more to me than making money with this company ever could, and even still, I could hardly care less about winning the title. I’m here because I want to be here, not because I have to be here to afford living, not because of some shiny plate I can strap to my waist, because I want to be. You can try to convince yourself all you want that you’re only here to inflict pain, but we all know everyone’s eyes are on that gold that rests around the waist of Roy Speede, and yours are no different; and as if I haven’t heard that ‘I want to hurt people’ line a million times already, let me say this once and for all; you’re out of luck. You’ll be lucky if you get a single shot in the way I’m going to run this match.”

As she finally gets down to her bra and panties, she walks over to the bed, where Maryia is waiting, her legs up to the hip below the covers, the rest of her laying, waiting, watching, leaning on her left elbow as she watched Hope, the only thing covering what is visible being a white lace bra almost matching the one Hope has on in style, biting her bottom lip with a grin as she lays waiting. Hope sits on the edge of the bed, and continues.

”So you stay in your fantasy world, your little Twilight Zone all you want, Ebirah, but the fact of the matter is, when the bell rings to call for the end of the match, it’s going to be my hand that gets raised in victory. You aren’t making anyone a slave, especially me; I’m not your little lackey, Ebirah. The only one I’ll ever be a slave to is the powerful love of Maryia Longstreth, and her dominating ways in the bed.”

As Hope speaks, Maryia leans over to the nightstand behind her and opens the drawer, pulling out a several segments of rope, at least four, a ball gag, and a very... interesting selection of sex toys, to say the least. As Hope turns around, Maryia grabs her hand, and wraps her wrist up with part of one strand of rope, tying the other to the bedpost before doing the same thing to her other arm, and then moving to both legs, Hope talking as she did so.

”See, I belong to Maryia, and she helps my career each and every minute of each and every day. And whether you like it or not, I’m hers. And that most definitely means, Ebirah, that you aren’t going to get what you want in multiple ways- not me, not the title, and not a victory. I’m just another one of those things you can’t have.”

”Enough talk, little slut. You speak when I tell you to speak; you’re under my command tonight, you understand me? I am your Goddess.”

”Yes Goddess.”

As Maryia gets all of Hope’s limbs tied to the bed, she starts kissing Hope’s lips vigorously, and the scene starts to fade as Maryia squeezes Hope’s tits, and the scene reaches black to the sound of fabric ripping, and then a loud moan as the scene ends.

”Ohhh GOD!”