Post by Noelle Laurent on Oct 12, 2020 1:49:32 GMT
A lone wolf whistle pierces through the cold chill in the air capturing the attention of the buxom blonde who had been strolling along the sidewalk with a stack of flyers held in her hands.
"Not even in your wildest dreams."
She responds with a slight roll of her eyes as her French accent drawls out the words. She wastes no time in making sure the smile returns to her face as she approaches a group of men, swaying her hips with each step, fully intent on handing out all of the flyers for the upcoming Cheap Pops Wrestling show.
"You boys look like you need something fun to do."
Her words are suggestive, which is her intention, as she raises one eyebrow keeping her eyes focused on the men who are all taking their time to appreciate the sudden vision of beauty who has approached them like she was walking directly out of their fantasies.
"Is this you volunteering to help us with that?"
All of their eyes are focused on her which is nothing new to Noelle Laurent. She remains as confident as ever as she holds out the flyers for the show advertising her in ring debut against Zeke Davis, for such an occasion, she was more than deserving of an audience to watch her every single movement in between of those ropes. However she was well aware of the thoughts that would be running through their minds as they watched her, the kind of thoughts that shouldn't be shared out loud, and the very thoughts she was able to use to her advantage.
"Careful now, I've got a friend who wouldn't appreciate that kind of talk."
As she is speaking, Noelle's eyes have darkened slightly, as they often did whenever she turned her own thoughts towards her devil. A special someone who could bring to life all of her desires. It was a delicious thought that sent a shiver down her spine while she waved her index finger back and forth as a warning to the men.
"He doesn't take kindly to strangers touching what belongs to him."
Despite her words, she keeps her tone of voice almost playful, as if she was toying with these men which was very much her intention from the beginning. Noelle grabs a flyer for each one of them in the group, pushing the paper against their chests, as she allows for her fingertips to linger up against the fabric of their shirts for a moment longer than needed.
"However you are more than welcome to attend the show to see me in action against Zeke Davis. I'm sure he must be some sort of a rolemodel to boys like you."
Noelle chuckles clearly amusing herself when it came to her opinion in regards to her opponent for her debut match. All of the men are now focusing their attention on the flyer she has handed them, even having gone the extra step of spraying a little bit of her perfume on each one for an extra incentive for their decision making process. Her assignment had been to hand out the flyers to ensure a higher attendance rate for the show, it had never been determined that there was a specific way to make this happen, which left Noelle free to experiment as she pleased.
"He is so very lucky to be able to get his hands on me, although he's also going to have to be careful where he decides to put them, because my devil will be watching closely. He knows that I can take care of myself, but he can't help that he feels a certain way when it comes to his lady. He's so possessive and I can't blame him, just look at me, I'm about to make Zeke's head spin all the way around before I kick him down to the mat at my feet where he belongs. All that time he's spent chasing girls to increase his numbers of conquest and he's hitting the jackpot on the very first night with a girl so far out of his league that it's beyond comprehension."
Her words are falling on deaf ears as the men have all placed their focus upon her curves as she turns around. Noelle has barely taken a few steps away from the group when she feels the sharp sting of the palm of someone's hand up against her backside.
"Now you've gone and done it..."
Enter the devil.
"Not even in your wildest dreams."
She responds with a slight roll of her eyes as her French accent drawls out the words. She wastes no time in making sure the smile returns to her face as she approaches a group of men, swaying her hips with each step, fully intent on handing out all of the flyers for the upcoming Cheap Pops Wrestling show.
"You boys look like you need something fun to do."
Her words are suggestive, which is her intention, as she raises one eyebrow keeping her eyes focused on the men who are all taking their time to appreciate the sudden vision of beauty who has approached them like she was walking directly out of their fantasies.
"Is this you volunteering to help us with that?"
All of their eyes are focused on her which is nothing new to Noelle Laurent. She remains as confident as ever as she holds out the flyers for the show advertising her in ring debut against Zeke Davis, for such an occasion, she was more than deserving of an audience to watch her every single movement in between of those ropes. However she was well aware of the thoughts that would be running through their minds as they watched her, the kind of thoughts that shouldn't be shared out loud, and the very thoughts she was able to use to her advantage.
"Careful now, I've got a friend who wouldn't appreciate that kind of talk."
As she is speaking, Noelle's eyes have darkened slightly, as they often did whenever she turned her own thoughts towards her devil. A special someone who could bring to life all of her desires. It was a delicious thought that sent a shiver down her spine while she waved her index finger back and forth as a warning to the men.
"He doesn't take kindly to strangers touching what belongs to him."
Despite her words, she keeps her tone of voice almost playful, as if she was toying with these men which was very much her intention from the beginning. Noelle grabs a flyer for each one of them in the group, pushing the paper against their chests, as she allows for her fingertips to linger up against the fabric of their shirts for a moment longer than needed.
"However you are more than welcome to attend the show to see me in action against Zeke Davis. I'm sure he must be some sort of a rolemodel to boys like you."
Noelle chuckles clearly amusing herself when it came to her opinion in regards to her opponent for her debut match. All of the men are now focusing their attention on the flyer she has handed them, even having gone the extra step of spraying a little bit of her perfume on each one for an extra incentive for their decision making process. Her assignment had been to hand out the flyers to ensure a higher attendance rate for the show, it had never been determined that there was a specific way to make this happen, which left Noelle free to experiment as she pleased.
"He is so very lucky to be able to get his hands on me, although he's also going to have to be careful where he decides to put them, because my devil will be watching closely. He knows that I can take care of myself, but he can't help that he feels a certain way when it comes to his lady. He's so possessive and I can't blame him, just look at me, I'm about to make Zeke's head spin all the way around before I kick him down to the mat at my feet where he belongs. All that time he's spent chasing girls to increase his numbers of conquest and he's hitting the jackpot on the very first night with a girl so far out of his league that it's beyond comprehension."
Her words are falling on deaf ears as the men have all placed their focus upon her curves as she turns around. Noelle has barely taken a few steps away from the group when she feels the sharp sting of the palm of someone's hand up against her backside.
"Now you've gone and done it..."
Enter the devil.