SCS Championship 02 - Sex Stories

SCS Championship 02

Ryan was escorted along serpentine corridors, through numerous doors, down one elevator - he didn't know how many stories they had descended - and finally arrived at a grey metal door. All doors in the entire warehouse - or complex as Scarlett had called it - were the same. Ryan wondered how anyone knew what door lead to where.

The door was thrown open and he was gently pushed inside. One of the guards grumbled, "You'll need to stay here until further notice." With a reverberating clang, the door was slammed shut and the sound of a key turning a lock could be heard.

"Great, I'm effectively a prisoner," Ryan muttered. He tried the door for good measure but it didn't budge. Hands placed on his sides, he surveyed the room. A simple bed, a desk, and a chair surrounded by plain eggshell white walls. There was another door though, but Ryan was disappointed when he only found a toilet and shower cramped into a tiny space. It all resembled what he imagined to be a solitary cell in a mental asylum.

He sat down on his bed and sighed. Maybe he was truly insane and right where he belonged. Thinking about the day's events, everything seemed unreal and too good to be true. He had seen Emilia Clarke and Taylor Swift in extremely revealing lingerie, he had met Scarlett Johansson - although it was not the meeting he had imagined - and most of all, he had fucked Ana de Armas. If this was what insanity did to him, what his deranged mind made up, Ryan couldn't be mad about his ...

... situation at the moment. He was actually thrilled to know what the next day might bring.

Ryan laid down on his bed and closed his eyes.

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He was awoken by a knock on metal. The lock clicked and the door swung open. For the umpteenth time since entering this secret event, Ryan had to blink to ensure it wasn't a mirage standing before him. The busty blonde actress Blake Lively beamed a smile at him.

"Good morning, Ryan. How was your night?" the actress asked.

"Well, enough," Ryan replied, groaning as he sat straight. "Although my back prefers one of the mattresses in the arena."

Blake smiled at his remark. Like Scarlett the evening before, she wore a tight fitting suit. At least the upper portion. Instead of trousers, she wore a short skirt, ending just below the curve of her ass, allowing Ryan's gaze to travel down her toned legs. "Scarlett sent me to inform you about the event. What rules are in place, what is expected of you, how the championship works, and so on."

"Wonderful," Ryan said, gesturing at the chair for her to take a seat. Instead, Blake chose to sit next to him on the bed. As she sat down, her bosom bounced and the top button of her blouse popped open. Ryan got a glance of the pristine cleavage her rounded breasts provided. He delicately averted his gaze before Blake noticed him looking.

"Oh my," she said, suppressing a giggle and rolling her eyes. "This happens way too often." Blake had to pull both sides of her blouse to be able to ...