The Warrior was quick to take action; needing to counter her FEAR; he quickly put on the ability BEZEREKER’S RAGE, producing a skull above his head ...or a few seconds and flames to flicker around his hands. The poor Warlock was baffled that it said he was IMMUNE to the spell and foolishly decided to try casting FEAR again, but the Warrior’s palms were still glowing with fire meaning the Rage was still active. The Warrior charged in using INTERCEPT stunning the Warlock! He swiped at her feet with. She had a sudden suspicion that he was in there waiting for her. Cautiously she went in and found a light switch. It was an empty dressing room. Amaya felt relieved and then a little disappointed. He wasn’t here after all.“Lock the door behind you,” Wesley said. “And take a look around.”The door had a solid lock that looked brand new. Amaya locked it and checked it twice before examining the dressing room. It looked like the kind of place you would see in a movie about actresses. A vanity table. He practically threw her down on her back and then practically threw himself on top of her. Shoved her legs apart. Shoved himself in. He fucked her hard and fast for a minute or two, let out a loud grunt and came inside her.He left himself in until he lost his erection, making sure to leave every drop inside her. Then he got up and left, pausing to say “She’s all yours” on the way out.I stood at the foot of the bed and waited for Annie to give me a clue about what would happen next. Would she. (Note to self: Think of Stacey as a 'her'. It will be easier on you.)I kept riding and was getting worried that I had missed her, so I returned to where we usually met and got the biggest surprise of my life ?- well second biggest surprise really. Leaning up against the fence near the baseball diamond was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. Long brunette hair hung down past her shoulders and styled in a kind of wild sort of way, and wearing a heavy, dark gray, turtleneck sweater.