ToXXXic Ch. 03

For a young woman of such high standards, waiting around outside of her boss's office wasn't exactly something that Roxanne Perez wanted to be doing. Preparing for an upcoming title match, sure, studying tape or putting time in the gym to continue to grow herself beyond just being The Prodigy. Keeping the NXT Women's Championship was her primary goal, the most important thing in the world...but, unfortunately, what she wanted didn't exactly matter when Stephanie McMahon was involved.

A few weeks ago, Roxy's experience with Gigi Dolin, Jacy Jayne, and Indi Hartwell ended quite strangely, to say the least. Not at first, the intended finale with the other three girls worshiping her tight, Latin body in what should've been a fitting, definitive conclusion to her brief topping career. A topping career that she neither wanted or asked to have, for that matter! Nevertheless, Roxanne was primed and ready to put that all behind her. She'd gotten it out of her system and now, despite the agreement she'd made with Indi, Rox was ready to move on and put all of her focus on keeping her prized championship belt. At least, until that phone call came in.

Before Roxy's final moments as a top could even come to an end, her phone rang, a call from the incomparable Stephanie McMahon. A short business call that debriefed young Perez about a meeting for this exact time and place, with the only vague indication of the possible business Steph had with her being that "they needed to discuss Roxanne's future within the WWE". So, understandably, Roxy was a bit nervous...okay, not really a bit. More so, she felt like she was seconds away from blowing chunks at any given moment.

Which, in and of itself, was a strange feeling. Roxanne, usually confident and collected, wasn't used to feeling so worried and anxious. Sure, she has her insecurities just like any other girl her age, but they weren't usually this prevalent. Though, her reaction was only natural when faced with such a potentially drastic reality. This was her dream job, for crying out loud! Being a WWE Superstar was Roxanne's career ambition ever since she saw AJ Lee wrestle way back when she was just a little girl. And now, it seemed like there was a very real possibility that something might be jeopardizing that dream, especially considering the scheduled meeting time had long since passed.

Roxanne stood outside of that office, her stomach in knots for nearly twenty minutes now, no sign of things changing for the better any time soon. To pass the time, Roxy scrolled through her phone, exhausting her single social media post in her feed and every text thread in her messages as twenty minutes of waiting became thirty minutes. With nothing else to do, Roxy turned to a group chat labeled "For The Prodigy", created by her closest friend in the NXT locker room and the woman she'd most recently anally defiled, Indi Hartwell.

After their last encounter, when Roxanne promised Indi that she'd accept the open alpha position of the former black and gold brand, The Impressive Australian curated a hub full of the hottest babes and fattest asses in their locker room to keep Miss Perez enticed. Little did that tall glass of water know that Roxy hadn't touched the group chat since its inception. But now, with no updates on this little meeting and no better way to pass the time, Roxy got to surveying the contents inside.

Unsurprisingly, every face present was familiar, every video featuring her fellow NXT superstars finding pleasure in one way or another. Ranging from Gigi and Jacy, the only pieces of ass that Roxy has fucked more than once, getting passed around by their former owner's best friend Sonya DeVille, to Nikkita Lyons, the mighty Booty Warrior and the only challenge to Gigi's Princess of PAWG title, getting double-bummed by KC2, Kayden Carter and Katana Chance. Then, among others, were a pair of videos that correlated with each other, the first pretty simple, with the tall and tanned Zoey Stark completely naked, flexing her well-defined muscles in front of a mirror. Notably, that first video also featured Tiffany Stratton in the background, laying down with a massive strap-on cock pointed to the sky, clearly ready for Zoey's tight ass, a theory that was quickly proven once Roxanne watched part 2 and, thus, bared witness to the muscular blonde riding the even more muscular blonde with all the enthusiasm of a world-class bottom. Or, at least what Roxy thought a world-class bottom would look like, anyway.

Roxanne dug around that group chat for a while, her eyes somewhat aghast, somewhat intrigued, until a notification popped up, commanding her attention. A direct message from Indi Hartwell, the only woman Roxanne's dark brown eyes hadn't noticed when perusing the vile and steamy look into the NXT locker room. The message was simple:

"Hope you've been thinking about my ass. Little ashamed to say, I've been thinking about you and your cock."

Attached were two videos, the first of which, surprisingly, opened with former NXT Superstar Candice LeRae, The Poison Pixie. Candice sat down, stroking a head full of black hair that bobbed up and down, looking as proud and filled with lust as humanly possible. The second was far more revealing, opening with the obvious culprit of the first, Indi, holding her phone and recording selfie style as Candice staggered behind The Locker Room Leader and, naturally, began clapping the imposing Aussie's cheeks.

Watching Indi get defiled, as well as the other girls, was quite jarring, to say the least. Sure, Roxanne had topped a few times, even a few of the women featured in the numerous videos, and had watched many a topping session during her short time in the locker room. But, seeing the videos on her phone, seeing each post in that group chat accompanied by a message specifically to her, usually either featuring some enticing language or encouragement to try and help ease The Prodigy's nerves about her upcoming meeting, really threw her off guard. Especially Indi's, which while not in the group chat specifically, likely out of Hartwell's desire to maintain her status as a well-respected NXT veteran in spite of how easily she bent over for Perez, delivered an even more powerful message. Every girl in NXT had heard the rumors of what happened between Roxanne and Toxic Attraction the night she won the title, and they all seemed ready to embrace The Prodigy as their new alpha. The only one who wasn't ready, was the alpha herself.

Unfortunately, that new role wasn't the only thing Roxy wasn't ready for, either, the various smutty videos violating and clouding her mind, making her completely unprepared for that familiar shouting out from the other side of the office door. "COME IN!" Roxanne heard Stephanie yell, startling the young Latina, her phone bobbling in her palms, nearly falling to the floor before she managed to secure it, put it away, and take a few deep breaths as she turned towards the door, opened it, and walked inside. Though, what she found wasn't exactly what Roxanne had been anticipating.

Of course, there was a massive desk and naturally, Stephanie McMahon, looking every bit as impressive as usual, was sitting behind it. But standing next to her...next to her was where things became surprising. Because, Steph wasn't alone. By her side was Rhea Ripley, The Nightmare and thus, the most imposing wrestler in the entire WWE. Why? Well, Roxy wasn't sure why Rhea was there, but what she was certain of was that having Ripley present did very little to ease her troubles.

"Good afternoon, Miss Perez. Take a seat, we've got some things to discuss," Steph instructed sternly, motioning to a pair of chairs in front of her desk as Roxy closed the door behind her and stepped forward.

"Umm...okay, Mrs. McMahon," Roxanne nervously agreed, selecting the chair to Steph's right.

"Miss Perez, please...call me Steph, okay? Literally everyone does," Stephanie suggested, hoping to ease the tension; Roxy shook her head in agreement. "Okay, so...you've probably been up a wall, wondering why I've called you here, right?"

Roxanne nodded and, surprisingly, managed to get out a small joke. "Yeah uh...just a little bit, you know?"

"Yeah, I thought so," McMahon confirmed. "Well, that being said, let's cut right to the chase...a little bird from down there in your locker room tells me that you're not involved in the traditional week-to-week topping and bottoming behind the scenes. Is that true?"

"Yeah, I guess," Roxy nervously confirmed and, almost in sync, the older women standing across from Rox shook their heads disapprovingly.

"Damn, I was hopen' that wasn't true," Rhea doubled-down, hanging her head.

"Yeah, me too," Steph agreed. "I was really hoping that little birdie was just pulling my leg. Guess not."

"Umm, with all due respect...Steph...Rhea...I really don't see the big deal." Roxanne argued, finding a bit more confidence as the elder women looked back like a pair of disappointed mothers.

"You don't, huh? Well, I guess if you're not topping or bottoming, then that makes sense," Steph pointed out, and Rhea added in, "Couldn't be me."

"Literally can't be you," Stephanie piggybacked and, again, Rhea nodded. "And, do you know why that is, Miss Perez?"

She didn't, so naturally, Roxanne shook her head. "Because Rhea is my alpha. She's the standard, the peacekeeper...someone for the other women to try and keep up with. If she disappears then, so do the motivations of all the girls in her division. Is that making sense?"

Truthfully, it wasn't. For crying out loud, they're wrestlers! Weren't checks and championships enough? But, Roxanne was far too nervous with Ripley and McMahon looking down on her to answer honestly. So, instead, she simply squeaked out, "Yeah, I guess so."

"Good...which brings me to you..."

"Tell me 'bout her, Steph," Rhea hyped up her boss."

"You, Miss Perez, are the uncrowned Alpha of NXT. Obviously, you've noticed that Mandy's been gone since losing the title to you?" Roxanne shook her head. "Yes, yes...well, she informed us, us being upper management, that she needed to leave WWE, something urgent, none of our business. We were happy to grant that request but...that left NXT without an alpha, which is why you were fast-tracked to winning the title and claiming the crown from Mandy."

"Excuse me, ma'am. But, I won the Iron Survivor Challenge to earn my shot at the belt," Roxanne interjected before snarkily adding, "Like the proper wrestler that I am." Nothing really could shake away Roxy's nerves like suggesting her wrestling acumen was phony.

"Yes, and what do you think the point of that match was?" Steph asked, and Roxanne, unsure of the answer, stayed silent, allowing the boss to continue explaining. "We knew that whoever had what it takes to win the Iron Survivor would be able to beat Mandy. It was a proving ground match and, Roxanne, you proved to the whole world that you were the best candidate for the job. That's why you beat Mandy, and that's why you not only fucked Gigi and Jacy's asses in celebration, but got Mandy to bottom out, too."

Roxanne's jaw dropped.

"What, ya thought that was a secret?" Rhea asked, getting a giggle both from herself and Mrs. McMahon. "C'mon, mate, ya should really know better. These things get 'round pretty easily."

"Yep, they sure do," Steph assured. "Especially when you set them up."

"What do you mean, 'set them up'?" Rox asked, beginning to sound annoyed.

"What I mean is, I knew you couldn't be the alpha if you'd never topped anyone before. Sooo...I asked Mandy to invite you over and show you the ropes. But, I wasn't expecting you to fuck her, too! God damn, you really are The Prodigy, huh?"

"Damn right, she is!" Rhea added, sounding intrigued. "Hell, at this rate, she'll make a worthy adversary for me someday. Ya know, with some more seasonin'."

"So...that was seriously all a set-up?" Roxanne fired up. "What the hell? Why? Who really cares about topping and bottoming?"

"I...I thought we agreed that topping and bottoming was super important to keeping the locker room motivated," Stephanie reminded.

"No...I mean, I get it but, we're wrestlers! And, trust me, I'd be a liar if I said I didn't see the appeal in all of this but, wrestling is my focus. Being the best wrestler has been my dream since I was a little girl...and I really don't want any distractions from that. I'm sorry but...it's not like I don't put in the work! I have, and because of that, I won the title! And I'm one of the top merch movers in NXT! I mean...sure, the ratings could be better but, still. I just..."

"Miss Perez, I understand where you're coming from. But, you've got to understand where I'm coming from-"

"Yeah, little rook bitch, you gotta-" Rhea interrupted, but Stephanie shot her hand up, surprisingly silencing The Nightmare in an instant, continuing her speech.

"You've got to understand that I'm trying to run a business. Smoothly, at that. So, this kind of behavior can't be tolerated. What I say, Miss Perez...it has to go. Is that clear?"

Roxanne, clearly annoyed at Steph's insistence of the hierarchy's importance, potentially more than being the champion, didn't answer directly. Instead, she offered a question of her own. "So, what? Are you gonna fire me?"

"No, no...wrongful termination," Steph confirmed, showing her corporate savvy. "We're not engaging in any shady business here. Instead, I'll do what any good boss would do...I'll offer an incentive for you to see things my way..."

Roxanne, understandably, looked confused, and Mami gazing down, grinning sadistically didn't help matters. But luckily, Steph was quick to offer an explanation. "You're what, Miss Perez? 20? 21?"

"21," Roxanne answered. "I just turned 21 recently."

"Oh, happy belated birthday!" Stephanie gleamed and Rox nodded as a sign of stern gratitude. "But, that's my point. 21 years old and, already, one of the greatest prospects NXT's women's division has ever seen. Incredible in the ring, charming, charismatic, popular...clearly insanely attractive. You're my NXT alpha, Miss Perez and, therefore, my future Raw and SmackDown alpha. The face of the division for the next, what? Five years? Ten years? Longer? There's nobody better for the job, whether you realize that yet or not. So..."

Stephanie pulled out a drawer for her side of the desk, fished around for a moment and then slammed a pair of keys down, startling Roxanne as she continued, "Hunter and I, when we need a little...alone time...frequent this hotel in downtown Stamford. And that, Miss Perez, is where you'll be going later tonight, at 8PM sharp. There, you'll find...something that I guarantee will get us seeing eye to eye."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Roxy asked, hoping for one last verification.

"Oh, that's a surprise! And, Miss Perez...we don't like to ruin surprises around here. But, let's just say...you've got some history with this little "incentive" of mine. And nothing...absolutely nothing, can replicate the feeling of topping an old friend turned bitter enemy," Stephanie's words were chilling, and as she wrapped, she slid the key towards Roxy, ending with, "Rhea will be there too, to supervise. But tonight? It's all about you, and forging your crown as the next in line. So, I expect to hear good things. Is that clear, Miss Perez?"

"W-Wait, what do you mean by-" Roxy attempted to quiz about what Steph meant by "old friend turned bitter enemy". More specifically, The Prodigy was looking to confirm her existing suspicions about who that someone could be. It couldn't be HER, could it? No, no way! SHE'D never go for it, not with Roxy.

In any case, before any kind of confirmation could be made, Stephanie reiterated her closing line, stiffening her stance as she repeated, "I said: is that clear, Miss Perez?"

"Yeah, it is," Roxanne agreed, unenthused, mostly taking unkindly to Stephanie's firm tone. But, either way, McMahon got what she wanted.

"Alrighty then! You can go now! Have a great day, Miss Perez," Steph gleefully exclaimed, having gotten what she wanted, Roxanne stepping out of the chair.

"See ya tonight, Roxy," Rhea piped in with a wave as Perez, an aggravated, barely five-foot bundle of conflicted emotions reached down, grabbed the key and stormed off and out of the office. The second she turned, Ripley couldn't help but gawk at the tiny Texan's Latina tushy until Roxanne was completely gone. That round, meaty booty that, no doubt, has never known the pleasure of a strong, alpha woman's cock before. Naturally, Mami couldn't help but think about being on top, ideas that were currently above her station.

"If you want that million-dollar bonus I promised you, you'll keep those hungry eyes to yourself, Rhea," Stephanie ordered.

"Aww, c'mon, Steph! What's the big deal? It wouldn't hurt for Ol' Mami to teach little Roxy's unfucked arse a lesson so long as she's toppin' the sheilas down in NXT when the night's ovah, right?"

"No, Rhea. You've got a very important job tonight. So keep your hands OFF of my future alpha! Understand?"

"Pleeeeeaaaase, Steph?" Rhea begged like a little kid and, similarly, attempted to plead her case. "It makes perfect sense! If Roxy's game, then she'll need someone to rise above, something to keep her motivated!"

"You're already supposed to be that someone, Rhea."

"Yeah, but this way, I get to fuck her arse! Please, can I?"

"No!" Steph asserted again. "I don't care how good Miss Perez's booty looks! You can't fuck her ass. Not now, not ever, until you've earned it. And ESPECIALLY not tonight, when I need you to be my ringer."

Ripley, understandably confused, asked, "Ringah? The bloody hell do ya mean ringah?"

Stephanie, with sorrow in her eyes, cleared her throat and began to explain, "Well, you see, Rhea...."

***

Later that night...

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Regardless of how she was feeling, and in spite of her efforts to put her short-lived topping career behind her, Roxanne arrived at the hotel room right on time. Her motivation? To confirm her suspicions about who this mystery "incentive" was. Roxy definitely had a theory, and if her theory was true...tonight was definitely going to be interesting. Interesting enough to get her to show up, at least, wearing a simple ensemble of a shirt, jeans, trainers, and leather jacket to complete the look.

Roxy still wasn't interested in topping long-term, nor had she even decided to actually top that someone she expected to be waiting for her, given their history. Most important to Roxanne, then, now, and forever, was The NXT Women's Championship, and one day turning that into all of the main roster women's titles. Being the best. No woman's ass could possibly replace the feeling of exceeding her expectations. But, first and foremost, she needed to know if her theory was correct. So, after taking a few deep breaths, Roxy inserted the key that Steph had given her, unlocked the door, and opened it before stepping inside.

Unsurprisingly, what lied beyond that rather simple door was grand and massive. The type of hotel room that looked better than most middle class homes, and bigger, too! But, on the other end of the surprise spectrum, was what she found waiting for her. No one in sight, the common area completely devoid of any signs of life, save for a pair of wine glasses sitting on a large, glass coffee table and the bottle that had been emptied into the glasses, still half-full.

"A drink, Rox?" The Prodigy offered herself, picking up the bottle, remembering how much she enjoyed the wine in her hotel room a few weeks ago when she topped Toxic and Indi, and also reveling in the fact that she was now legal 21 and could partake, guilt-free. "Why thank you!"

Roxy brought the bottle to her full lips, sucking down more than enough to sour her gorgeous face, yet provide the liquid courage she needed to process what followed. "Is that you, Roxy?!" Perez heard Rhea call from a room down the hall.