Fun in Stella's basement

Stella laid back in her couch inside her cushy mini-mansion, bathrobe draped over (most of) herself as she watched a little tv and drank a wine cooler. She was loving this wrestling business more and more, and she'd put out a little sort of want ad to wet her appetites.

"Wanted: sexy wrestler of either gender wanted for some rolling around and good times (and maybe more). Must be fur-friendly.

PS, no creepsters. ew."

She hadn't used the ring in her basement for some time now, so she was eager to test it out again. She had let a pair of catgirls borrow her house when they needed a place to stay, but they were out presumably fighting or at school or whatever responsible girls who weren't trying all their lives to get into modeling did when they were little.

It was a customized ring, with the ropes more velvety but just as elastic, and thicker padding around the turnbuckles. The mat resembled somewhere between a bed and a trampoline, proving less unforgiving to the falling and about as springy as bed springs. It gave a bit of a more sensual air to it, much like Stella herself, so it suited her fine.

She'd gotten a call back on the article, and felt like this one was something special, so she was glad to let him have a crack at her.

Richard had read the ad that said "Wanted: sexy wrestler of either gender wanted for some rolling around and good times (and maybe more). Must be fur-friendly." and had decided that it could be fun to call this person for a match, so he had called to get a match with her, now all he was waiting for was a responce, and where the match would take place.

Stella snappily picked up her cel. "Stella Starlette, you know you want me," she said smoothly.

She'd nod a bit at the reply. "Ahh, yes the ad. Right, you know where Bleaker Street is in the area? Good. Go down there. It's the biggest house on the road. Don't be afraid to wander in and help yourself to whatever you can find. Shower, drink, I've got it all, luv."

"All right, be there ASAP, see ya." Richard hung up the phone, "the biggest house on Bleaker Street? Must be extremely famous." he had thought, knowing the name and voice is something he had heard before, and was excited about the match and that the woman on the phone had sounded attractive, and started to run to the destination.

Stella switched off her tv, though decided to play it fairly casual tonight, wearing what little she had beneath her robe. She kicked up her heels on the arm of the couch and flicked through the last magazine to have done her photo shoot.

She frowned a bit and raised her robe, looking at her fuzzy ass as her tail flickered around it. "Jackasses... made my ass look smaller," she grumbled.

He had made it to the house and knocked on the door, when the door had opened he was awe-shocked and knew he was in trouble, for he was focused on his oppenent.

Stella was caught checking her ass, but smiled brightly at him, taking an extra second to lower her robe. "Why helloo, handsome," she purred, sitting up and letting her tail wag seductively behind her. "Oh, PLEASE tell me you're here for my play time," she added hungrily as she approached him.

Ye-yes I'm here for that." Robert had studered as she approched him in a manner that he knew he couldn't resist.

She purred soflty and her tail brushed over his gentle as a painter's tool. "You'll do wonderfully. Come on, ring's all set up in the basement whenever you're ready."

She started to strip off her robe as she went downstairs, revealing herself in just a purple bra and thong as she went off with her back (and curvy backside) to her foe as she got into the ring.

As he entered the ring he had to focus on the match, but it was slightly difficult due to her wrestling attire and that he did not know the terms of the match so he asked "What are the terms of winning this match?"