The roar of the crowd was deafening. Dillon’s eyes swept over the crowded arena and he smiled. It was the second show to sell out during the month. He glanced across the table at Andy and gave him a thumbs-up. From their perch high above the arena floor they could see the excited fans anxiously waiting for the main event to get underway. Scotty checked his camera and Katy adjusted a tangle of cables strewn on the floor. Richard, the floor director peered intently at the scene below. Andy adjusted his microphone and settled deeper in his chair.
The arena lights dimmed, Richard flashed hand signals to the camera crew and Andy began his narration, with Dillon adding comments sporadically. A tall, attractive blonde woman stepped into the ring and with an easy, southern drawl introduced the contestants. An olive-skinned, statuesque brunette walked briskly up the aisle and leaped into the ring. She threw off her robe and strutted to her corner exuding an air of supreme confidence.
Moments later Shilo appeared, walking slowly up the aisle, stopped to sign autographs as she made her way to the ring. slowly ascended the stairs to the ring apron. Turning to face the crowd, her arms thrust upward and she bowed slightly. The crowd roared their approval as she entered the ring, removed her robe and turned to face her opponent.
The announcer raised the microphone and began her introductions. “Ladies and gentlemen! From Bogata, Columbia, weighing in at 169 pounds and standing five foot nine inches, Patrice DiAmato!” There was a mixture of cheering and booing as the crowd responded.
“From the mountains of the great northwest, standing five foot eight inches tall and weighing 167 pounds, Shilo “Wolf Woman” Eaglefeather! Your referee for this match is Wendy Williams. This will be a no-time limit match with no disqualifications.”
As the announcer exited the ring, the women approached the center of the canvas and received their prematch instructions from the referee. The bell sounded and the combatants circled each other warily. Lunging at each other, they struggled for an advantage, Shilo pushing Patrice backward into the ring ropes. With a sudden Shilo grabbed Patrice by the arm and threw her onto her back. Before Patrice could regain her footing Shilo pounced on her, twisting her left arm into a painful position. Patrice reached up, gripped Shilo’s hair with both hands and pulled her down. The women continued to struggle as the heat from the ring lights bore down on them.
The crowd was wild with excitement, shouting encouragement to their respective favorite wrestler. The match see-sawed from one corner of the ring to another. They traded hold for hold, Patrice proving to be a formidable opponent. The air was punctuated with shrieks, gasps and growls as the women continued to sweat and struggle. As the bout neared the one hour mark, Shilo managed to secure a punishing hold on her challenger and with leg muscles bulging, leaned back on her arms and increased the pressure, forcing Patrice to wave her arms in submission. The crowd erupted in a delighted frenzy as Shilo leaped to her feet and thrust her arms in the air as she celebrated her victory.
Dillon drew a deep breath and shook his head. “Damn! I know Shilo can take care of herself in the ring but sometimes . . .” His voice trailed off.
Andy gave him a knowing grin. “I know. I caught myself damn near jump’n outa my chair more than once. I think we need some seatbelts so we can strap ourselves in!”
Shilo burst through the dressing room door and threw herself into a chair, drying the sweat from her face and body as Christi and Bridgette babbled excitedly about the outcome of her match. It had been an exhausting, but highly successful evening. “Let’s shower and get the hell outa here!” Christi urged.
“Good plan! Last one in the shower’s a rotten egg!” Bridgette giggled.
“Leave me some hot water you two. Rotten egg or not, I still need a shower.” Shilo gave them a wry smile.
Shilo and Dillon were joined at their favorite lounge by Andy, Bridgette, Christi and Richard. Dillon was ecstatic. “You are ALL awesome! I mean flat out awesome! That was one hell of a show and we’ve got video footage that’s gonna knock the world right off it’s god damn axis.”
Andy smiled. “I’ll drink to that. This’s as good as it gets. Anyone in the crowd tonight says they didn’t get their money’s worth is either a moron or flat, fucking nuts!”
It was near closing time when Bridgette leaned over and whispered in Shilo’s ear. A wicked grin spread across Shilo’s face. She leaned back in her chair and giggled. “I DO have Brandy’s memories of that night. Do you s’pose . . .?
“I DO suppose!” Bridgette smiled mischieviously. “But then I wonder if Dillon would survive!”
“Hey! If I survived tonight’s show, I can survive anything!” Dillon shouted playfully. “Okay, what’re you two plotting now?”
Shilo smiled seductively. “You know I can’t tell ya. It’d ruin the surprise!”
“Yea right! More like you wanna push my buttons just to see what’ll happen.”
Shilo got up and walked behind Dillon’s chair, putting her arms around his neck as she whispered in his ear. “Oh baby, I thought you liked me to push your buttons. H’mmm??”
“M’mmmm. You definitely got my attention!” Dillon smiled coyly.
“Good! Now I want your erection! C’mon! Let’s go back to the gym.”
A puzzled expression came onto Dillon’s face. “Huh! Shouldn’t we be going home instead? I mean, if you want my erection and all.”
Bridgette grinned. “Oh, I think you’ll approve.”
“Well, you’ve piqued my curiousity. That’s for damn sure!”
The women responded together. “Good!”
They entered the gym and Dillon flipped on the lights. Shilo reached over and shut them off. “What d’ya wanna do. Sit around the gym in the dark and share ghost stories?”
Shilo giggled. “No silly! We’ve got something lot’s better than ghost stories in mind. Now go over and take a seat close to the ring. We’ll be right back.”
Dillon fumbled in the darkness for a chair and sat down, resting his head on the ring apron as he impatiently waited for the women to return.
A few minutes later the lights over the ring came on. Shilo purposely left them dim. They cast eerie shadows across the room as she and Bridgette bounded through the ropes wearing nothing but bikini briefs. Dillon’s eyes widened and Shilo gave him a teasing smile. “We thought you might like to see a private match between us, just to get ya in the mood.”
“Sheesh! You ARE full of surprises!”
Shilo walked to the far corner, turned and grinned at Bridgette. “You ready?”
“I am SO ready, you can’t imagine. I just hope YOU’RE ready.” With that she charged out of her corner and the women collided in the center of the ring. They struggled for several moments before Bridgette secured a headlock on Shilo, her muscles straining as she pressured the hold. Shilo gasped for breath as Bridgette dragged her nearer to Dillon. “You like so far?” She teased.
Dillon was speechless as he stared up at the women. Shilo wrapped her arms around Bridgette’s thigh and hoisted her into the air flipping her onto the mat. Seizing the opportunity she scrambled on top of her attacker, securing a hold on Bridgette’s arm. Bridgette slid out from under Shilo and worked her way on top, grabbing two fistfuls of hair as she pulled Shilo into position and clamped on a bodyscissor.Shilo responded by grabbing Bridgette’s foot with both hands and rolling her over into a figure-four leglock.
The women continued to thrash and struggle, gasping with exertion as they fought. The sight and sounds of the two women aroused Dillon and he squirmed in his chair, his cock bulging in his trousers. Vincent’s memories danced wildly in his head and Dillon was sure he must have enjoyed watching Brandy and Tawny as much as he was enjoying watching Shilo and Bridgette. It was becoming difficult to sit still in his chair and Dillon was beginning to wonder how Vincent managed to maintain his self-control without ejaculating in his pants.
The women continued to punish each other with one hold after another as they twisted and pulled each other’s breasts. Bridgette lashed out with her legs and trapped Shilo’s head between her thighs, a wicked grin on her face as she savored the sight of her opponent hugging her thighs, thrashing helplessly as she tried to escape.
Suddenly Shilo squirmed into position and captured Bridgette in an identical hold. The women squeezed each other mercilessly, both anxious to make the other give in. Their sweat-soaked bodies were locked together in an erotic tangle. Muffled shrieks and squeals filled the air. After what seemed like an eternity, Shilo managed to gain the upper hand. She rolled on top of the tough blonde, straddling her head as she grinned and grabbed Bridgette’s tits. “How ‘bout I tie your tits in a knot?” She teased.
Bridgette squealed and struggled, refusing to give in. Shilo rolled onto her side, renewing the pressure she was exerting with her thighs. Bridgette waved her arms in submission and Shilo slowly stood up, pulling her friend up off the canvas. Breathing heavily, they leaned across the ropes and grinned down at Dillon. “Ready for the main event?” Shilo asked teasingly.
“God yes! What’re we doing down here?” Dillon led them up the stairwell to the apartment he and Shilo shared over the gym. They hurried to the bedroom, Dillon shedding his clothes as he went. The women pushed him onto the bed and Shilo threw her body across Dillon’s, stroking his pulsing cock with both hands. Bridgette straddled his chest slowly inching her way up his torso until her moist muff was positioned over his face. She lowered herself onto him, feeling his tongue touch her pouting pussy lips. Shilo continued to work her magic on his engorged organ. Dillon’s hips thrust upward with each stroke as his tongue explored Bridgette’s love mound. Her breathing was coming in short gasps as she pumped her hips and moaned loudly. “Oh! Jesus! God that feels good!”
Shilo slowly licked and sucked his love pole, tasting the first few drops of love liquid escaping. “No baby, not just yet!” She admonished as she gripped his cock at the base and squeezed. “I want to make you suffer a little more first.”
Dillon clawed at Bridgette’s ass cheeks his body quivering uncontrollably. Shilo continued to stroke and lick his magnificent cock until she felt his hot liquid fill her throat. Bridget’s screams grew louder as she erupted in a passionate burst of orgasm and fell onto her side.
Dillon lay gasping for breath as Shilo scrambled into position, positioning herself on his face, her thighs gripping his head tightly. “Lick my pussy, baby. Lick it!”
He didn’t need any encouragement as he drove his tongue deep into her steamy cunt, his lips pressed to hers. He nibbled and sucked, his tongue swirling around her plump clit as he reached up and captured her tits, one in each hand. “Oh! That’s it baby! Pour it on! Oh! Ohhhhh . . .”
As he lay beneath Shilo licking and sucking her quivering pussy, he could feel Bridgette’s hands stroking his cock. His muffled groans were music to the women’s ears. Shilo’s sweat-streaked face was a contorted mask of sheer pleasure as a tidal wave of orgasm swept over her body in a fiery blast of passion. She grinned down at her lover, watching him intently as Bridgette began teasing the head of his cock with her tongue.
“Oh God! I can’t take any more!” Dillon growled.
Shilo shook her head, a sadistic grin on her face. “Oh yes you can! We’re not letting up on you until we suck you dry!”
Bridgette licked and sucked relentlessly. Dillon’s semi-erect cock stffened and his hips thrashed uncontrollably. Shilo continued to grind her wet pussy into his face, the sensation of his hot breath on her muff sending chills of satisfaction up her spine. Slowly she shifted position, turning so she could watch as Bridgette brought Dillon to release once again. His body arched and stiffened, his hips quivering as Bridgette coaxed every last drop of love liquid from him. Exhausted and thoroughly contented, the three fell asleep nestled in each other’s arms.
From somewhere deep in the darkness the sound of a long, lonesome train whistle sounded. Dillon found himself standing on that familiar boarding platform deep in the desert, Shilo standing by his side, holding his hand. A sleek, black locomotive appeared, pulling seven rail cars behind. The train came to a stop at the platform and their old friend, Jensen stepped down from the railcar. “Good evening, my friends. Andrew anxiously awaits your arrival.”
Dillon frowned slightly as they boarded the train and made their way to the dining car. He wondered to himself what might be troubling Andrew to such a degree. He would soon find out. Shilo and he seated themselves at Andrew’s table. They sat silently for a moment as Andrew peered out the window at the horizon. Anger flashed in his eyes. It was a side of Andrew neither of them had seen before and it was rather disquieting. Shilo reached across the table, took his hand in hers and gave him a curious stare. Dillon leaned back in his chair, drew a breath and began to speak. “You seem troubled my friend.”
“I am!” Andrew said with a growl. “There’s a negative force stalking Shilo. It’s in the form of a man named Sonny.”
Dillon’s eyes narrowed. “Where would we find the one known as Sonny?”
“I don’t yet know precisely where he is. Be sure of this, however. I will!”
Shilo’s expression mirrored her resolve. “If you don’t know, then we’ll find him ourselves.”
Andrew smiled slightly. “I respect your courage more than I can explain, but I would tell you. This is no time to be impetuous. I’m sure Dillon will agree. The hunted should never go to the hunter. Let the hunter come to you.”
Dillon nodded. “I can see the wisdom in that, but patience is going to be difficult to maintain.We’ll do our best to watch and wait.”
“It is what I would advise, my friends. This is nothing new or at all unusual. Evil spirits have existed since the dawn of time. It’s a bridge that has been crossed many times and will be crossed many times in the future. We will face this together and we will prevail. Of that I am certain!”
A hand on Shilo’s shoulder gently shook her awake. She opened her eyes to see a vaguely familiar looking woman standing next to the bed. She had dark hair and deep brown eyes. Shilo began to speak but suddenly the woman was gone. Shilo rubbed her eyes in disbelief. “Perhaps”, she rationalized, “it was all just part of the dream.”
