Sexy-B Wrestling

By Jason Pinaster

When Max inherits a fetish wrestling club, he drives out to have a look. Sarah, the club’s manager shows him the change rooms, a boxing-style ring, a room with mats on the floor, and... a mock-apartment. The videos she shows him make it clear that activities at the club go well beyond wrestling...

In order to sign up a new block of members, Sarah has arranged an exhibition match. But the wrestler she’d hired backs out at the last minute. Max volunteers to take his place. After all, Sarah’s a girl, what could possibly go wrong? Except that part way through the exhibition match, Max finds out that Sarah has more than just wrestling on her mind!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Jul 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463111864

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, please click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. You will receive prompt notification of my new publications and special offers.I have heard say that the first obligation of a writer is to entertain. If so, the first obligation of a writer of erotica is to arouse and I hope you feel that I have succeeded.I believe that story sets the scene. A story lets the reader start to care for the characters in it. And if the reader cares about the characters, it is easier for him or her to identify with their arousal, to let that arousal tingle the reader’s own skin.Christopher Carter is a lawyer who’s into BDSM and other hijinks, most of them sexual. His stories feature a little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice. Lusty Lee was a private investigator whose nemesis forced her to pursue him through a new kink in each episode. The Mistress Megan stories take her through her development as a dominatrix during which she must satisfy their every fetish.While my current focus is on stories featuring (in order of frequency) erotic combat, wet and messy, action-adventure and tickling, I’m open to anything which turns me (and hopefully you) on. I dabble in sex games and BDSM. I have published two novellas set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and even one featuring a sentient sex robot.At present, I’m developing a Patreon page showcasing erotic combat vignettes: www.patreon.com/JasonPinasterPlease feel free to contact me at [e-mail] And don’t forget to click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. Cheers!

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Sexy-B Wrestling © 2019 by Jason Pinaster

Jason Pinaster has published numerous other stories, most notably the Christopher Carter Series and the Lusty Lee Logs. For a full list of his stories, please see his author profile.

Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2019; all rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction; the characters are not you.

Cover Notes and Credits Many thanks to fightpulse.com

Back Notes: About Jason Pinaster, other books and stories by the author.

Other Wrestling Stories by Jason Pinaster:

Tiebreaker

Squished

Wrestling, Lusty Lee Log 19

Sex Wrestler

Gym Moves

Number One!

Pinning Pete

Bent

Most rich aunts leave money to their poor nephews, I said, still not used to talking into the dashboard of my new car. Aunt Beatrice left me a fetish wrestling emporium.

What?!

You heard me.

"What I thought I heard you say, said Stan, is that Aunt Bea left you a fetish wrestling emporium. One of those places with sweat and sex, flailing limbs and wardrobe malfunctions."

You heard right.

"Aunt Bea?!?"

Yes, Stanley. Sexy B Wrestling to be precise. Stan was my best friend. I only called him ‘Stanley’ when I was ticked off at him.

You don’t say, he teased, obviously ignoring the fact that I was already ticked off at him.

I do say.

Well, Max, at least you’ve got the name for it.

What does my name have to do with it?

Back in the day, Max Clayton was a founding member of the National Wrestling Alliance.

My last name is Tunney, not Clayton.

Frank Tunney was another founding member.

"This isn’t helping, Stanley."

Sorry. How’d you find out that your aunt had left the Sexy B to you?

At the reading of her Will. In between sniggers from everyone else in the room, the lawyer said, ‘and to my beloved nephew Maximilian Tunney, I leave all the premises and assets of Sexy B Wrestling Incorporated’.

Incorporated no less. At least he hadn’t sniggered.

My GPS was blinking telling me that I’d reached my destination. I’ve arrived.

"I want all the juicy details."

Bye. This time I rang off without giving Stan another opportunity to get a word in edgewise.

Sexy-B Wrestling was located a short distance out of town. The building was cinder-block industrial but it was situated far enough away from its neighbors that Aunt Bea had managed to landscape it with trees and shrubs. The sign was small and more tasteful than the title of the business. There was a large parking lot out front, but it held only one car and that in the spot furthest from the front door. I parked next to the front door.

The reception area was large, but pretty Spartan—just a few chairs, a flat screen television, and a non-descript painting. It smelled of fresh lemons. The woman behind the reception desk was in her mid to late twenties, medium height but skinny. I would have thought that Aunt Bea would have hired somebody with a fuller figure. However, the muscles on her arms made it clear that she worked out. And her long brown hair flowed down over her shoulders. Her small breasts were held up by a peach-colored exercise top. Or it could have been a swimsuit, the desk hid everything below her waist.

On the flat screen, two bikini-clad women were in the ring circling each other. Then the one in the white bikini took the one in the red bikini down to the mat. On the television, there was a scramble and the woman wearing the white bikini ended up on the bottom. As they tussled, their bodies rubbed against each other tugging their tops almost off their breasts and pulling their bottoms deep into their