The creep

Today is the day: the day of the Personal WWE Meet & Greet. Not only have you won the privilege to meet a wrestler of your choosing, but you get free front row tickets to the show. It was just the typical RAW, nothing really special aside from her. You watched her every move in the ring and stared with anticipation knowing she would be all yours after the show. As the show ended a man from security came over to get me, "ready to go?" he lead you out of the arena into the hall saying I can just stand here that all staff and wrestlers pass through and she should be here shortly.

Finally the moment arrived as you saw her coming towards you, Bayley. Her match was the main event and as a result she's still hot, sweaty, and out of breath barely able to talk. Things are looking up for you, and bad for this poor girl who you know by the end of this Meet & Greet will never want to see you again. You ask for a hug citing she is known as "a hugger" and despite feeling gross she obliges, 'why would he want a hug just after my match? I probably smell...snap out of it Pam he won a Meet & Greet and chose to meet you". It is now time to begin this symphony. As she embraces you, you take a quick sniff of her neck and hair then look down at her ass: the ultimate goal.

After the hug you tell her you are her #1 fan and talk a little about her matches. Of course it is all a lie, but she does not know that as you watched one match of hers from a PPV back to back taking notes on things to talk about and bore her with. While you are talking Bayley obviously does not care as she feigns interest and greets some of the wrestlers that walk by, some with a simple "hey" and some with a high five hoping to pull them into the conversation to give herself a break.

Of course you know you are boring her, that is your goal right now. Every time Bayley greets someone she turns her head to greet them giving you a split second to stare at either her cleavage or crotch or, if she is giving a high five, pits making sure to breathe in her sweaty scent when she does. Slowly beginning to realize what you are doing by catching you in the act a single time Bayley just brushes it off, bringing attention will only make things awkward and maybe it was just a mistake. You of course know it was no mistake.

Now it is time for the one moment you have been waiting for as you think to yourself 'if she finds out...it's over...will she hit me? can she hit me? is that even legal? only one way to find out' then you ask for a selfie and she lights up realizing this is probably the end of the conversation and she'll get to go rest in the back and be done with this creep ogling her body. You bring out your phone and feign being nervous mentioning it to her as a cover story for what you are about to do "sorry, my hands are shaking! it's not everyday one meets a big celebrity like you!" Bayley lets a small smile escape, 'maybe I had him all wrong' she thinks to herself, 'maybe he's not such a bad guy after all. Lets give him a good selfie and send him on his way!' she mentions how she loves selfies with fans and takes a step towards you. Of course being the creep you are you take in the wafting scent as she stands beside you for the selfie.

This is it, it's now or never. You may never get an opportunity like this, you've done this move time and time again from characters at theme parks to cosplayers at local cons. You bring up your phone, finger on the camera button, and nervously lift it over your head. Bayley then gets a quick glance at the home screen on the phone which is conveniently a zoomed in photo of her ass that you quickly hide by pressing the camera. She is a little confused as her mind tries to process the image she saw when you *accidentally* drop your phone, it landing behind you.

With fake frustration you turn around and bend down to pick up your phone. This it it, no backing down now, with one hand on your phone and the other on your increasingly tight bulge you whip your head over and take a deep smell of Bayley's sweaty butt then quickly go down making sure to smell her leg down to her foot as you take a quick photo as close as your hand can get without touching. With that saved you stand back up sneaking one more glance at her butt then facing forward as not to rouse more suspicion. Had she seen you? heard you? looking at the image of you two in the phone that would be a yes. Despite all of this Bayley fakes a big smile and you take the photo. Bayley breathes a quiet sigh of relief knowing this nightmare is finally over, but fate had other plans.

Excitedly you turn to Bayley and show her the photo. She looks uncomfortable but fakes another smile and awkwardly says "yeah...looks great..." Just then her eyes turn to the production assistant walking towards you with his head face down in a clipboard. Seemingly on purpose, Bayley brings up the arm closest to you to wave the assistant over hitting your face in the process. You return the favor with a deep sniff of her still slightly sweaty pit before she calls out his name "Mark! Hey!" While in a state of extacy and slight pain from her subtle attack, a thought crosses your mind, 'no...should I? Haven't I put her through enough? you've come this far why stop now?'

Mark comes over and greets you two, "you must be the contest winner, huh?" with a smirk you put one hand on Bayley's shoulder squeezing ever so gently "that's me! Got to meet my idol Bayley! She's such an amazing wrestler and super nice!" Bayley tries her damnedest to fake a smile giving you a look of anger with fake joy. You then decide to take the plunge "oh Mark, I hope this isn't impolite, but would you mind taking a photo of us together? we haven't gotten one yet." Bayley gives you a death glare knowing full well what you are doing, but holds back her rage as Mark obliges and takes your phone. As if you had a blessing from god himself Mark says "Bayley scooch in a little closer, you're not fully in frame"

Begrudgingly, Bayley takes a step to the side and puts her arm around your shoulder. She is so close you can just faintly smell her. Thankfully for you Mark here is not used to taking photos with a phone and tries to get it just right. You peer over at Bayley who looks frustrated and uncomfortable. Why don't we make her feel at ease? you lean in ever so slightly with a smile and tell Bayley all the dirty things you have been doing and would do as fast as you can "I wanted that hug to smell your hair and neck, I purposely bored you to stare at your body!" you began to feel lightheaded but realized there was no going back and began to run your hand down her back towards the bottom as you continued, "I even dropped my phone on purpose to take a deep whiff of your ass oh the things I would do to that butt of yours Pamela I'm about to cum in my pants just thinking about getting my nose directly on that sweet sweaty smelly butthole of yours!" upon you violating her ears with your filthy words Bayley has a look of shock, horror, and disgust as she blurts out "JUST TAKE THE DAMN PICTURE OK!?" Mark without a second thought takes the photo and hands the phone back to you.

Looking at the photo one would immediately notice the scowl on Bayley's face as she looks mortified and embarrassed not only at what you said, but at her behavior just now knowing it is not in her character to be this way. Next they would notice the strange stain on the front of your pants and how big a smile you have on your face knowing what you had just done and how you will likely face severe punishment for doing so, but it would all be worth it. Mark hands back the phone and begins to walk away without saying a word. Bayley looks at you as if she is about to cry or hurt you very badly.

Just as Bayley clenched her fists and got ready to take a swing at you a familiar voice rang out "hey Bayley! great match out there girl!" it was Alicia Fox here to save the day. Flustered, Bayley greeted Fox and asked her to come over no doubt to tell her of the horrible things you have done. You see this an opportunity and run towards the exit as fast as possible turning over everything you can in your path hoping to stop them. Finally you reached the door and opened it. Is this a blessing? or a curse? right or left or straight? do I look back? all these thoughts race through your head as you decide to straight ahead towards a row of cars.

Bayley and Fox give chase until you find a spot to hide right beside a large truck whose tire is large enough to hide your frame. You steadied your breathing and took a small peek around the tire back at Bayley and Foxy still close behind, "he's a fucking creep and should be locked away! he kept staring at me and trying to smell me!" Bayley said angrily, "that guy? seriously? sure you ain't just imagining this?" Foxy replied with a lackadaisical attitude. They continued walking down the row of cars as you quickly decided to move to the other tire knowing that if you go under the truck they would surely see you.

With haste you waited for Bayley to begin talking again and ran thinking her whine should be loud enough to at least partially drown out the sound of your feet hitting the pavement. Somehow, someway, your assumption was correct and they did not hear you as they kept walking and you grew further and further away. You thought for sure you were in the clear. Realizing there is no possible way to jog all the way around the stadium you go back inside to the scene of the crime and search for a place to hide while more of the staff clear out.

The current choices are looking grim. This is a long hallway: straight in front of you is a wall, to the left who knows? but most of the staff seem to be going that way, and to the right the arena where they are disassembling the ring. You run left not knowing where exactly it goes, but hoping its somewhere good. Just then, you hear the echo of the two wrestlers come back in from outside. Better hang another left just in case. Little did you know this room would lead to even more trouble as you quickly came to realize this is the girl's locker room and there's only one way out.