4 comments/ 19756 views/ 6 favorites The Rise of Eve Torres the Jezebel By: PerilEyes It happened after another successful Monday Night Raw. The fans cleared out of the arena and the wrestlers began to do so as well. For Eve Torres, it wasn't the best night. She was booked to lose the Diva's Championship to Brie Bella. While she wanted to be happy for the other girl, she couldn't help but lament not being WWE's "go-to girl" anymore. Alas, she tried to shrug it off and got herself ready to leave. As it happened, Eve was the last woman in the divas locker room. Her packing took a bit longer than she intended, so in order to save time she instructed her travel mates - Kelly Kelly and Alicia Fox – to fetch their rental car and wait for her at the back entrance of the arena. She was putting the final item in her bag when she heard the door slam open. She jumped and turned to see who was making such an unruly entrance. It was The Miz, the WWE Champion. Understandably shocked to see him, she politely inquired about his presence. "Miz! You totally scared me. You haven't left yet?" The superstar curiously locked the door. His vocal delivery was dry and emotionless. "I can't take it, Eve. Three weeks..." Understandably confused at his cryptic, ambiguous words and odd behaviour, Eve nervously laughed. "You're...scaring me..." Miz slowly approach her. His face was ironclad. His voice was low and unmistakably sinister. "Three weeks without even a blowjob...one little comment and I suffer for it..." He stepped directly in front of her and cocked his head. "I see the way you look at me. All the autograph signings we do, the ring stuff...you want me, Eve!" "What?!" Eve exclaimed. Sure, she could admit that Miz was an attractive guy, but to suggest that she 'wanted' him was just ridiculous! "Don't act so clueless, Eve. You and I both know what's happening." "Miz, I don't know what you're talking about and, frankly, I'm leaving now." She grabbed the handle on her suitcase and attempted to walk past him. Miz grabbed her arm just as she stepped beyond him and pulled her to face him. His face was nothing but intensity. "I'm the WWE champion and I get what I want!!!" "You're taking this a little too seriously. You need to let go of me before I..." "SHUT UP!! JUST SHUT UP!!!" The pussy starved champion ordered. He firmly held her forearm between them. "You are going to fuck me like your job depends on it...because believe me: it does!" Eve's pretty eyes widened. "You wouldn't. You can't!" "I can do what I want. I'm the WWE champion and you're...well, you're just a diva. Tell me which one of us Vince values more. Personally, I don't think he'd like it too much if one of his bitches wasn't playing nice with his champ. In fact, he says I get whoever I want, whenever I want, however I want." "You can't do this to me! It's cold, it's callous..." "...it's life." Eve tried to plead her way through a hopeless situation. "Miz, don't do this. I have a man. You have Maryse. It's wrong. We shouldn't. Don't do thisss..." "Well then, looks like you got a decision to make: you can get down on your knees or you can book a flight back to Denver." "Please..." She said again. Miz remained stern. So this was it: blackmail and extortion. Her fabulous gig as a WWE diva on the line. What was a woman to do? She never banked on this happening when she signed up for the Diva Search and certainly didn't expect it when she was picked to join the roster. She sighed and slowly sank down. With her jeans on the ground, she looked up. Her vision was met with the face of a victorious man. "I know I shouldn't have to tell you what to do now..." Eve tilted her head to face Miz's crotch – his bulging crotch. She could see her nervous arm reach out for it, pull down the zipper, and undo the button. She hesitated for a second before reaching inside his underwear and retrieving his member. She allowed the thick, semi-erect organ to flop down against his thigh. The former Divas Champion looked up to her tormenter as if to say something. Miz spoke before she could though. "Well?" Eve refocused on his dick. She took the phallic member in her right hand and instantly noted its size. It wasn't even completely hard. This wasn't Eve first time dishing a blowjob, so instinctively she began to jack off his cock. Eve's tiny, moisturized hand around Miz's tanned, veiny dick provided an interesting juxtaposition. Here we had something so gentle and fragile wrapped around something so vulgar and potent. High above, a cocky grin had settled onto his face. When it was hard enough, Eve brought her lips closer to the dick. She could see the pre-cum forming around the tip, so she licked the end. Miz's entire body shivered. Then she took the plunge. With her pink lips wide and round, she pushed them onto Miz's cock and began to slide up and down it. He let out a prolonged moan. Eve worked his cock like she only knew how. This wasn't her first rodeo and she knew what to do. Gradually, she slid more and more of his meat into her mouth, marvelling at its girth. Amongst it all, she somehow returned to her moral convictions. Reality kicked back in and it told her that what she was doing was wrong. She was blowing a man that wasn't Rener Gracie, her boyfriend. Sure, it came because she forced into it, but Eve ultimately had a choice. She could've walked away. Miz gave her that option. Of course, even that path meant dire consequences and a return to a much more plain lifestyle, but it was a choice nonetheless. Why didn't she walk away? Her hand unbuttoned her own jeans and slid under her silky blue panties. She rubbed her pussy lips and slipped a finger between them. Miz held her head and guided it further up his dick. The experience was now as coercive as the situation itself. He forced her on to his cock in a manner and pace that she wasn't unfamiliar with (she had relations in the past with guys who liked it that way), but there was an aggression to the WWE Champion that she had never seen in him or any man for that matter. Before she knew it, she had more than half his dick inside her. Then came slurping...and eventually the gagging. "I always knew you belonged on your knees, Eve. That's where sluts like you make their living." Eve wanted to spit his cock out and mouth off to him right there in a different way. But she didn't. It wasn't the fact that she was performing under duress either. Somehow her attitude had morphed. She already knew that she liked the act itself. The question now was how much. Yes, Miz had called her a slut and, given the vulgarity of this forced blowjob, she was behaving as just that. The curious - scary even - thing was that she didn't mind. "I don't care what Maryse says, you are hot slut. I am a man and I have the right to admit that. Fuck her if she wants to be a little French bitch about it!" Miz continued on his quest to furious face fuck the sexy maiden of WWE. His cock muffled her cries and moans. He pushed further until his whole dick was in her mouth to the point where it touched the back of her throat. Amongst the inherent peril of the situation, Eve seemed to manage. In fact, the danger and crudeness were turn-ons. With Miz's pace intensified and his grunts more frequent, it was clear an end was going to come soon. "Oh yeah....oh yeah... that's right..." he repeated over and over. It was fast burning candle wick. The prospect of release was closer than ever. "Whhhhhpppppphhhhhh...." came Eve's muted cry. Her fingers were coated with preliminary pussy juice. She too waited for it. In the middle of her own arousal, Miz finally came. "I'M CUMMMMMING!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" With that Eve's mouth flooded with his sweet, white spunk. She violently coughed and cum exploded out of the corners of her lips. Miz pulled out and the brunette diva swallowed the great load in her mouth. She felt the hot mess travel down her throat and settle deep in her belly. The rest of it formed a shiny border around her mouth. Her eyes glimmered. She grinned as she looked up at him. "So, we going to fuck?" Miz raised an eyebrow. "You want to fuck?" He asked, genuinely surprised and impressed at Eve's willingness. Eve titled her head and maintained her devious smirk. "I'm on birth control." That was all Miz needed to know. He helped her to her feet and proceeded to throw her against the locker room wall. What came next was some sort out of body experience for Eve. She could see herself moaning from Miz's thrusts. She could see him caressing her breasts after he pulled her shirt above them. Above all, she could see them fuck each other rather reckless in an empty locker room. In those moments, a switch went off inside of Eve. Beyond the extreme pleasure between her legs, a new outlook on life was born. She thought about Maryse – her own good friend who seemingly wasn't giving Miz any lately – and how Miz was really enjoying fucking someone that wasn't her. That spoke to Eve. The former diva's champion wasn't stupid enough to deny the French-Canadian's hotness, but if only for today, Eve trumped Maryse. If Maryse wasn't fucking him, Eve would gladly do it. Maybe he would prefer the foxy Latina over the French poodle anyways. Beyond that, she realized that she just wanted and needed to be fucked more often. She recognized that she craved attention...attention from men that weren't always named Rener Gracie. Miz knew how to fuck on a level quite foreign to her. And she loved it. Waiting weeks at a time to go home and get fucked by Rener, only to find that he was 'too tired' or off running the Gracie Brazilian Jiu-jitsu Academy...this didn't cut it for her anymore! She had needs too, damn it! She was tired of being on someone else's schedule! She was tired of being the good, loyal girl! She was patient and civil up until now, but that bottled up sexual tension and emotions did her more harm than good. She just needed a fuckin' release! This wanton disregard for consequences fuelled Miz and Eve's intensity. At the core of it all were two sexually attractive individuals fucking each other in an empty arena. This is what people were meant to do. Fidelity was a myth, especially in the wrestling business. Long, gruelling trips, extended time away from loved ones...it made things impossible to manage. "More...more...more....oh yeah..." Eve moaned. Miz reacted with low, animalistic grunts while he rattled her pussy. He squeezed her enhanced tit and knew this was how a woman like Eve was meant to be treated. Give them a little cock and they all submit. "Mmmm...fuck yeah....you like that you slut...." he growled. Eve replied with another moan. Her pussy was taking a beat and she would need her escape as well. Miz raged on by violently humping Eve against that wall. His grunts and growls - indicative of a true alpha male – proved his aggression and desire to please a womanly being like Eve Torres. His cock urged to cum. He worked at an even more frantic pace now. "Oh oh oh oh....ooooooooooooh yeah........" the Latina wailed. "Pleaseeee....pleaseeee....." "Beg me to cum, whore..." Miz snarled. "Cum in me....I neeeeed ittttt...." Miz squeezed her tit causing Eve to squeal. "Better than that!" "Please....please Miz....I need you to cum in me...make me into a slut...." "You want it?" Eve screamed frustratingly. "YESSSSSS!!" "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Miz let out a shout of his own that reverberated throughout the room. There was no attention paid to the fact that someone – other wrestlers, arena workers, agents – could hear them by now. Eve felt his hot cum file into her body for the second time in the night. Soon after, she let out a prolonged yelp of her own, signifying her own orgasm. She stood on her toes as they curled in her boots. Her body tensed up. She was panting heavily. Miz continued to pump inside for a few moments, stirring both their juices inside her pussy like some kind of adulterous, wicked sex cocktail. He pulled out of her and began to fix his clothing while Eve leaned against the wall, still breathing hard from the earth shattering explosion in her body. Miz watched her the entire time with a keen and cocky grin on his face. She was a mess: shirt pulled up around her breasts, pants and underwear around her knees and cum dripping out of her cunt. Yes, she looked more like a street whore than a WWE diva. Miz exited as curiously as he entered. He slipped out of the room without uttering a single word. Eve took another moment to catch her breath and then cleaned herself up. She smoothed out her blouse and did up her pants– cum soaked panties and all. There would be no time for shower. Plus, she liked the feeling of cum against her thighs. She reapplied her makeup and grinned at the reflection she saw in the washroom mirror. Grabbing her suitcase, she wheeled it out of the arena. Waiting at the back entrance was her rental car. She slipped her luggage into the truck and entered into the passenger seat beside Kelly Kelly. Alicia Fox was in the seat right behind Eve. "Well, that didn't take a long time at all..." Kelly sarcastically pointed out with some humour to her voice. "Everything alright?" Eve grinned. "Yeah, everything's awesome." The Rise of Eve Torres the Jezebel Ch. 02 Following her encounter with The Miz, Eve was a new person backstage at WWE events. She had a new outlook on men. She began to look at members of the male roster without any guilt. She constantly sized them up. The fortunate thing about working in a wrestling company was that its employees 80% of the time paraded around in tight underwear and shirtless. This gave Eve ample opportunity to check out all sorts of asses, packages, and yummy upper body muscles. The old Eve would have stopped herself if she found herself gawking for more than a few seconds, but with her shame free persona now a part of her, she just didn't care. Of the many things that The Miz showed her was that men and women were meant to look at each other. Eve's polite and respectful attitude was naïve. This is how people really behaved. Eve began to act and dress explicitly sexier than before. Her walk became more pronounced. Her hips and ass went on display every time she sauntered down a hallway. Her clothing – which was stylish to begin with – became tighter, shorter, and more accentuating. There was something to be said about her footwear too. Her feet were always clad in either a pair of heeled boots or a pair of stilettos of at least 3 inches in height. Shoes made an outfit and Eve picked them out with special consideration. There was nothing like wearing a pair of Louboutins with an outfit that showed off a lot of leg. In touch with her sexy feminine side more than ever before, Eve began to use her gifts to pursuing and seducing members of the male roster. The first of these encounters happened at the Capitol Punishment pay per view event in June. Eve was booked to have a tiny segment with R-Truth, who was in the main event with John Cena that night. The scene went over well. Eve looked good and perfectly delivered her line that she didn't know Truth anymore. The sequence had R-Truth dismissing Eve and then walking off while mouthing something incoherently. When the cameras stopped rolling, the former WWE Divas Champion made her move. Dressed in a short black and blue dress and black heels, Eve chased after him. "Wait, wait...Truth...." The black man slowed down upon hearing Eve's words before finally stopping to turn around. He looked at her curiously. Shortly after her encounter with The Miz, the Real World star lost the WWE championship – the same title belt that was on R-Truth's shoulder. The sexy Latina then began to caress his arm through his baggy shirt. "I just wanted to say...I don't know if you're going to win tonight, but you definitely deserve to be in that match." "Ugh, thanks! I'll see you around..." Truth awkwardly uttered. He motioned to leave but Eve stopped him again. "Wait. I know we're friends and all, but I'd really love to get you ready for your match, if you catch my drift..." "Huh?" "You heard me...how 'bout we find a corner and you can..." She licked her lips and whispered. "...fuck me..." Eve finished with a wink. R-Truth was expression, and then then chuckled as if he had finally caught on to a joke. "Haha, You're talking crazy now, Eve...good one..." "C'mon Truth," Eve continued to seductively coo. "I know you've wanted to ever since we were paired together. Now's your chance. I know you want to...and I know your 'Little Jimmys' want to. So why let them play with my 'Little Jennys', hmmmm?" Eve put her hand on Truth's crotch. Indeed, his cock was hard. Truth looked down and then looked up at a smirking Eve. His eyes widened for a second. But in the next moment he busted out laughing. "BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Wow, Eve. You had me there. You really did. You – little Miss 'I love my fighter BF' - want to hook with me. That's funny...You're funny, Eve!" Eve was not impressed that he wasn't taking her advances seriously. "This isn't an act, Truth!! I am dead serious about this!!" The former champion settled herself down after her outburst. She leaned in close to his ear and held the back of the black man's head. "And just to show you how serious I am..." The sexy diva brought her lips close to her counterparts' and forced her tongue inside his mouth. There was resistance on his part, but this didn't last long. Lust seemed to usurp his hesitation. Their heads twisted and turned, their lips smacked and slurped. If there was someone watching this hot display, neither of the two were aware of it or bothered to break their hold to check. Mouth on mouth, breasts on chest...in this moment, neither Eve not Truth wanted to stop. All the while, Eve continued to rub Truth's package. She could feel it increase in size and knew in that moment she had him by the balls in more than the literal sense. Eve pulled away. "Let's go." She grabbed him by the hand and rushed them off to a secluded part of the backstage area. Ladders were propped up against walls, unfolded tables stacked to the side, crates everywhere. Eve pushed R-Truth against the wall and buttons flew left and right as she eagerly ripped open his shirt. In front of her she saw a perfect specimen of a man. She ran her slender hands over his flat and firm pecks. "Are you sure this is what you want, Eve?" Eve stared into the dark chest in front of her and nodded. "I've never been so sure of anything right now." She traced a perfectly manicured fingernail down the middle of his sternum and circled it around all the yummy muscles before her. "What 'bout Rener?" "He's not here..." Eve rather absent mindedly pointed out. She wedged her slender thigh between her target's legs and forcefully parted them. Then she rubbed it between them. "No one's here. No one will know..." The statuesque seductress trailed a row of kisses from the man's abs, to his chest, up his neck, on the side of his face, and finally his lips once again. She wrapped her arms around his head, taking him in her steamy embrace. She continued to use one leg to work his dick while the other – stiletto and all – bent into the air. Eve left him hanging as she slowly and quietly faded away from the kiss. When R-Truth opened his eyes, he saw her sitting on a black equipment chest. The devious look on her face not leaving the man in front of her, she began to spread her legs. Then pulled her black and blue dress upwards, wiggling it up her shapely hips. She was now showing off a deliciously pink pussy sans any sort of hair. After the episode with The Miz, along with her experiments to dress sexier, she changed up her look between her legs. Frankly, it made her feel sluttier than ever. There was nothing like wearing a short dress with no panties (as she was today) and feeling cool breeze head up her legs. Even more so, Eve's kinky side came out when thinking she'd be providing many guys easy "access". She dangled a finger inside her pussy. "Oh Mr. Truuuuuthyyyy," she sang. "Can little Jimmy come out and playyyy?" R-Truth stood there for a moment. Undoubtedly he was of two minds. Here sitting before him was this beautiful brunette with her skirt hiked up, massaging her clit, and begging him to come on over. On the other hand, sitting at home was his wife, who was naturally unaware that her husband was contemplating sex with another woman. The nervous man looked to his left and looked to his right. A moment passed. Then his hand moved to undo his denim pants. Eve's grin widened. She saw him pull out a long, dark member...not overly large like the stereotype dictated, but certainly something to awe at. "Mmmmm, oh yeah baby, I can see what's up," Eve said, biting her lip in anticipation. His dick was already hard from Eve's rather effective level of teasing. He gripped it in his hand and stroked it while he approached her. He was keen and confident in mannerisms, a slight grin forming on his own face. Driven by lust, he entered her. He was upright and she was sitting back on her arms. He began to rock in and out of her. To give them both leverage, Eve swung her tanned legs around his hips. She locked her stiletto clad feet around Truth and just hung on. In her head she knew he would dig being with a woman that could pull off such a feat. With the exception of Alicia Fox, there definitely wasn't another girl on the roster that could maximize the use of her sweet and smooth legs like Eve could. It was funny how people behaved when no one was looking. It reminded Eve of the thought experiment that posed to people whether or not they would do something they knew was wrong if they knew with certainty that they wouldn't be caught. R-Truth seemingly affirmed it when he surveyed his surroundings before approaching Eve. As for his woman, he subscribed to the 'ignorance is bliss' mentality. What she didn't know about Truth couldn't hurt her. Of course, even while Eve played her little game of testing men's loyalty to their wives and girlfriends, she herself wasn't absolved from the same qualities of her new fuck buddy. Her newfound promiscuity was fueled in part by the knowledge that no one had to know. She certainly wasn't about to let her own boyfriend know about her sexual escapades. Where was the thrill in that? But Eve was starting to digress. "Mmmmm, that's right, give me your married black cock...." The rapping superstar positioned his hands on the former divas champion's thighs and thrusted with his might. His grunts were as low and harsh as his normal speaking voice, if not more intensified. "Oh fuck this pussy is tight!" "Aha, you know it big boy...tight but experienced, let's get that much straight...." "I gotsa be honest, Eve...never thought you'd ever have this in you..." "You mean, your cock in my pussy?" Eve cheekily replied. She tightened her pussy muscles to emphasize the point. "To be such a bitch." Bitch. A descriptor most women do not enjoy. In this case, however, Eve loved it. In fact, the woman didn't even see it as a slight. A bitch didn't take shit from anyone and wasn't afraid to dish shit herself. A bitch was confident in her skin. A bitch lacked traditional moral grounding and was unapologetic about it. "Everyone comes undone eventually. Now less talk, more fuck." The sultry brunette pushed her pelvis to meet his thumping dick. R-Truth stood his ground by hammering her hard. He certainly benefitted from having another experienced, fit body to work with. The appeal of the sultry Latina was undeniable. He only had to cast his eyes downwards to see it. Despite being covered up for the most by her dress, her form was still on display. Before him were a flat stomach, sizable breasts, deep cleavage, and tanned shoulders and arms. "Bet your wife can't do what I do," she uttered. "Fuck, she can't..." he groaned. Eve's peachy lips curled. Verbal confirmation from the man himself and another woman she trumped. Truth climbed onto the case along with Eve. A view from the back saw a bare dark ass and two long stiletto clad legs sticking out from either side of it. The former multi-time diva's champion moved once again to lock her legs around him. She had the body of the gymnast and knew how to use it. Eve's breathing quickened. "Oooo, fuck me Truth....fuck me with that black cock...it's mine now," she professed. A fire inside her was lit. She wanted to really feel it. She scraped her talons down his chiselled back. "Harder...I SAID HARDER DAMMIT!!!" The rapping superstar emitted an angry grunt. The equipment case banged against the wall as he picked up the pace. Eve continued to spur him on with barking orders even going so far as to bring in race. The diva had never fooled around with a partner of African-American descent prior to today, so this was a rush to her. Truth quickened his pace. A very punch drunk Eve braced herself by resting one hand up against the wall behind her. Amongst his grunts were the bold thuds of his balls aggressively slapping against her body. "OOOOOOOOHHHHHH......IT'S CUMMMMMING!!!" "Ooooo, finallyyy..." Eve breathily noted. She was in a delirious state, but still conscious that neither were of them were protected. "...not in me...not in me...." Truth dislodged and hovered over the diva while holding his full anxious cock. "Where?!" Eve smirked as she arched her back and jutted out her chest. "Paint me. I'm your canvas." With that simple warning and grunt from his own mouth, he shot a warm load on her prevailing breasts. Eve laughed in sheer excitement over the volume. She pressed them together, allowing the remnants of his sticky cum to string between her sexy mounds. If not for the fact that they were in this secluded part of the arena, Truth's animalistic groans would have been noted by someone. Alas they were not and the challenger in tonight's main event was able to mark his territory in peace. Eve was panting heavily. Out of sheer exhaustion, the adulterous black man collapsed onto his back beside his seductress. Both their chests heaved as they struggled for air. It wouldn't help him in that cause or in getting ready for later tonight, but as Truth stared at the high ceiling above, he figured he needed a smoke right about now. This also would've been the time to reflect on the moral validity of his action, but there was no such contemplation. He knew the brunette next to him was a hot fuck and that was what it came down to in the end. There was for Eve though. She was pleased with herself. Her first conquest went well. She had no regrets either. Truth was a hell of a fuck. If this is what the rest of the male locker room housed, then she couldn't wait for what was in her future. R-Truth pulled himself to his feet and dusted himself off so to speak. He pulled up his jeans and then fastened them. His shirt was void of buttons because of Eve so there was nothing to do there. He looked at Eve and just smiled. "I gotsa go get ready for my match..." he said, picking up the WWE championship off the ground before he departed. As she watched him confidently strut off, she slowly massaged her cum coated pussy lips. "Yes...a match..." she moaned, slipping a drop of semen into her mouth "...with John Cena..." A sly yet euphoric smirk formed on her wet lips.