Dirty Weekend

By Jezebel Jorge

Courtney might be young, but with a body custom built for sin she's nowhere close to sweet and innocent. She's learned at a young age how to use sex as a weapon to get her way. While most girls her age are picking out prom dresses and going off to college, all Courtney wants is to fuck her way into a top spot in the wrestling business.

Pro wrestling legend Billy Dalton is the man she wants. The man she wanted bad enough to date his son. With his movie star good looks and magnetic charisma Billy is used to having the hottest ring rats (wrestling groupies) ready and willing to satisfy his every desire. They don't call him the "Texas Stud" for nothing and his reputation precedes him as a notorious ladies man.

Does Courtney have what it takes to work her way into Billy's bed? It's gonna be a dirty weekend, not exactly just for two.

***Warning*** This book contains explicit adult content. Includes multiple partners, a male, female, male threesome, male on male anal sex, oral sex.

Dirty Weekend is a Ring Dreams Novella - take a trip back in time to when a young Courtney first seduces pro wrestling legend Billy Dalton.

This hot novella is a stand alone read that provides plenty of sex and takes a look at the dynamics between Courtney and her thing for Dalton men. It also explores the sexual tension that explodes between Courtney and Billy's oldest son Bryson in Wanton. Courtney's story continues in the Ring Dreams series with Hexed and Vexed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jezebel Jorge
• Release date: Jul 16, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476499574

Jezebel Jorge

Jezebel Jorge is a practicing witch, medium, and a Reiki 2 light worker. She likes to have her genre described as Witch Lit - Sizzle and spice and some things Not so Nice. Unlike most authors, the Voices running amok inside her head are sometimes spirits reaching out to tell their stories from the other side. Ghosts like to embellish just as the living, but there is usually a bit of truth entwined within her fictional stories. Jezebel uses over twenty years of being around the inner workings of the wrestling business to make the pro wrestlers in her Ring Dreams series jump right off the page and into the squared circle. She takes you behind the curtain, immersing her readers in an industry where the truth is often stranger than fiction. She lives in Nashville, TN with a spoiled rotten Golden Retriever / Great Pyrenees mix named Harry Potter and Odessa, a very vocal Spirit Guide with an affinity for snakes.

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Dirty Weekend

by

Jezebel Jorge

Copyright © 2012 Jezebel Jorge

Published by Jezebel Jorge at Smashwords

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Cover Art by Jezebel Jorge

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In memory of Hot Stuff Eddie Gilbert. Thanks for booking the wrestling scene for me from the other side. You're the coolest ghost ever. Love you always!

~ This novella contains adult content and is not suitable for readers under the age of eighteen or those who don't appreciate a little, okay a lot, of smut with their story. ~

~ 1 ~

Billy poured a cup of coffee and went out to the deck. The early May heat wave smacked him in the face, stinging his sleep derived eyes as he sat down at the picnic table.

I'm getting too old to be busting my ass in the ring every night, he thought as he spread out the morning paper. Being a pro wrestler might be all glitz and glamour at the arena. The next day his aching back and a couple hundred more miles on his Cadillac's odometer told a different story.

He bit into a blueberry muffin and chewed his way through scanning the Tennessean's headlines. Another hot Nashville summer in the forecast. Nothing new about that. Just as he turned to the comics, music starting blaring from his next door neighbor's backyard.

His tag team partner Charlie Fletcher's musical inclinations leaned more toward Merle Haggard than Rod Stewart so he knew it had to be Charlie's daughter cutting school or must likely suspended again for fighting. Courtney had some kinda karate black belt and showed no fear in demonstrating her martial arts skills on anyone who dared to use the f--- word to disparage the wrestling business. By the f--- word he meant fake, not fuck.

Billy sputtered his coffee all over the sports page when he got an eyeful of Courtney sprawled out on a lounge chair wearing nothing but a thong. Her tits glistened as she rubbed suntan oil over her breasts, pulling her jutting pink nipples with a lover's caress before her hand slipped inside her thong. No man with a working dick would have been able to resist gawking at his cute little neighbor twattling her pussy for the whole world to see.

Courtney arched her back, making her breasts jut out impressively. No wonder Lizzie made him give Dylan, their son and Courtney's boyfriend, the sex talk when she came home from Charlie's working Christmas vacation in Mexico with a nose job and porn star worthy breast implants.

Now she seemed closer to twenty-six than sixteen with bleached blond hair and those spectacular tits. He would have been worried about his son's sexual orientation if Dylan hadn't been doing her. No teenage boy in his right mind would tell Courtney Fletcher no.

Rod Stewart crooned, If you want my body and you think I'm sexy... as Courtney pleasured herself to the music.

If that wasn't A rhetorical question, he didn't know what was.

Come on baby, tell me so, Courtney sang along to the music.

Billy watched her wondering how it would feel to get his dick in her tight little pussy. He'd banged a cute little legal arena rat, wrestle speak for groupie, after the matches. Then he'd done his wife after getting home at two am. Despite all that action he still had a hard on like no one's business.

From the way her fingers were moving beneath her thong he figured she had to be putting on her little peep show for their mutual benefit. It would be just like her to get turned on from teasing him like this.

Billy left his coffee cup and half eaten muffin on the picnic table and went back in the house with the intention of washing Courtney out of his head with a shower. A good idea in concept. If only his cock didn't have a mind of it's own, imagining pounding the hell out of her sixteen year old pussy.

All it took was a little hand action to send a stream of jizz shooting from his cock and down his leg. Billy leaned against the cool tile of the shower wall embarrassed for what he'd done. Or more accurately who he'd been thinking of while he'd done it.

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Courtney might be a lot of things, but sweet and innocent were two of the last words that mind wind up on her personality profile. Not with her sprawled out topless soaking up the sun with her hot neighbor watching her every pornographic move. She had wanted to fuck Billy long before even learning what fucking really even meant. She couldn't remember a time when she hadn't gotten jealous of the way all those women threw themselves at him.

Billy Dalton was heartbreakingly handsome with thick dark hair, steel grey eyes, and a dimpled smile. He towered over the other wrestlers at an imposing six foot three and a good two hundred seventy-five pounds of brawn, served up with a heavy dose Southern charm. His panty creaming larger than life charisma gave him the primo pick of all the ring rats. The women who came for the post-match sex instead of the in ring spectacle.

Courtney caressed her perfectly sculpted breast, imaging Billy's hands on her body. She knew she had gotten to him when he made a hasty retreat back into his house. Just thinking about him jacking off over her porn star worthy performance sent her over the edge with a rippling orgasm.

After losing her virginity at fourteen, Courtney was well aware of what went on with all those willing women after the matches. Memories of an unsupervised summer in Puerto Rico with Selene and Miguel made her pussy throb with desire. If this didn't turn out to be the long awaited weekend with Billy, there was always Selene. She'd fuck Miguel silly for another night of Selene working over her pussy.

Miguel and Selene had fucked and sucked her in ways most women never came close to experiencing. The couple had made her their own little Lolita. Selene turned out to be the perfect teacher in schooling Courtney on using sex to get her way, appropriately dubbing their manipulation as 'pussy power'. She'd watch Selene use her D cup breasts and firm round ass to lure any man she wanted back to their beachside villa.

Seeing the pussy power in action made Courtney determined to get her own set of breast implants. No doctor in the US would consider doing the surgery, but Selene hooked her up with the best plastic surgeon in Mexico City. She'd gone under the knife on December 23rd and came out of a drug induced haze on the 26th. The pain had been intense from going the hard route, in through the belly button and under the pectoral muscle. But going from a barely A cup to a solid C had been so worth