Volatile VP at Sexy-B: An Erotic Wrestling Story

By Jason Pinaster

Sometimes it would be nice if the gym’s owner actually showed up. Like when Jax Jenaway needed a no-holds-barred workout. But since Max wasn’t around, it was up to Sarah. Jax was the Vice President of an important club member. What Jax wanted, Jax got.

Problem was, Jax’s approach to wrestling was intense. She would go after every part of my body and expect me to do the same. Fighting her would be fierce, even extreme. Pain, sweat, sexual dominance. Blonde hellcat in pink; brunette gym manager in purple. Hard bodies. Horny bodies. Game on!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: May 12, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463180150

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, sign up here: http://eepurl.com/ghTq3zYou will receive prompt notification ofmy new publications and special offers.I have been writing fiction for several years but in 2015 I started to concentrate on erotica.My first series featured lawyer Christopher Carter. Carter doesn't have to abide by law society rules. A little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice.Then I moved on to Lusty Lee, a private investigator. My current dominatrix series, which is nearing the end of its cycle, features specific fetishes—some outlandish—serviced by Mistress Megan.Along the way, I have written individual stories featuring wrestling, food fetishism, tickling, sex games and BDSM. I have published one novella set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and am presently revising a second. My current novel features a sex robot.ExperienceCourt Clerk, 2000 to date in Ontario, CanadaWriting: since Grade 3 (1983)Skills and ExpertiseWritingEditingResearchEducationB.A. (English Lit.) 1992-1995, Augustana University CollegeDiploma in Court Procedure, 1996-1998, Everest College

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Volatile VP at Sexy-B:

An Erotic Wrestling Story © 2020 by Jason Pinaster

Other Wrestling Stories by Jason Pinaster:

Tiebreaker

Squished

Wrestling, Lusty Lee Log 19

Sex Wrestler

Gym Moves

Number One!

Pinning Pete

Bent

Sexfighters

Sexy-B Wrestling

Brawling at the Sexy-B

Scissored

Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2020; 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.

Acknowledgement and Author’s Note

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.

Volatile VP at Sexy-B:

An Erotic Wrestling Story

Tuesday morning started with Jax Jenaway striding up to the reception desk, a welcome distraction from the full day of out-of-the-office appointments which was looming in front of me. She was the Vice President of a ladies’ club I had recently signed to a long-term contract. Jax was slim and carried herself with grace and authority. It didn’t hurt that her business skirt-suit was perfectly tailored around her ever so fit body. Jasmine wafted around her blonde hair.

Can I see Max? she asked.

I’m sorry, he’s not here.

She looked disappointed. Damn. I need a good workout.

You could wrestle me.

She looked me up and down. You sure? I need no holds barred.

No problem. We aim to please.

Jax lifted up her gym bag.

Damn! But not right now I said. I have appointments to go to. I would have loved nothing better than to start the day on the mats. Not to mention that it didn’t do to disappoint good clients.

Thursday? she asked.

Sure, I said. Thursday was two days hence. I stuffed files into my attaché case and snapped it shut. She turned to leave. Jax, you’re a member. You have a key. You’re free to stay and work out.

She turned back towards me and nodded slowly before heading to the change room. I’ll lock up when I leave, I told her as I watched her hips sway, then listened to her heels click on the changeroom tiles.

In my car, I pulled out my phone and made a note to access the surveillance video and watch Jax go through her calisthenics. I glanced at the little cardboard pine tree hanging from my rearview mirror and took a deep breath. Pine was nice, but a jasmine air freshener might be even better.

At the first traffic light, I glanced over at my phone. Watching Jax work out would be fun, but there had been a recent spike in accidents caused by distracted driving and the cops were cracking down. Instead, I remembered the day I’d first met Jax. The President of the club was a beautiful brunette, my height but heavier. She’d been in charge, but Jax had been more interesting—straight blonde hair which extended down to just above her shoulders. Jax had small breasts but subtly curved hips. Her eyes had sparkled with a hint of cruelty.

The two club officers had grappled briefly resulting in their hair becoming partially askew and a slight sheen of sweat forming on their faces. All in all, this accentuated their sexuality. Jax, the VP, had countered her President’s strength and weight with speed and creativity.

My first appointment was with a liver specialist way on the other side of town, an hour and a half drive from the gym. I had to see him to follow up an anomalous liver enzyme readout. Max, the Sexy-B’s new owner, wanted a life insurance policy on my life because, so he said, ‘I was essential to the