You sneak back into Charlotte's mansion and enter your room to find Dana going through your stuff. Like, the fuck does she think she's gonna find in your sock drawer?

"Whatcha doing?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Going through my stuff doesn't look like nothing."

"You know I want that throne as much as you want it gone," Dana sighs, closing your drawer, "If we successfully take Charlotte down, I'm gonna fill that power vacuum"

"Then I'll dethrone you, too." She laughs in disbelief at your comment. Does she think you're joking? How could she, when you're literally willing to get rid of a woman who would give you everything you ever wanted?

"Why do you think I'm looking for information on you?"

"You're not gonna find it in my sock drawer," you say, motioning to the recently closed drawer, "Besides, do you really think I would keep anything of importance in the enemy's house?"

"Fair. So, is this where our partnership ends?"

"I guess so. I'm not going to work with someone who would stab my back at the first opportunity." Dana walks up to you, grabs your crotch, and kisses you firmly on the lips. Surely she's not about to try and fuck you?

"Mark my words, (Y/N)... when I'm queen, both you and this dick will be mine."

"Where have I heard that before? Oh right, from a couple of psychopaths who held me against my will."

Dana leaves, and you check around to see that nothing is missing. It doesn't appear as though she took anything, which is a relief. Even if nothing in your room is incriminating, it's still your stuff. After taking one last sweep, you lock your door and head off to Taynara's room. She's in there, taking selfies in her mirror, and notices you immediately. She runs up and kisses you.

"Hey Tay. Have you seen Becky?"

"Yes. She's in the garden with Candice."

"Nice. So how has it been, living here with Charlotte?" You ask, sitting down on the bed with your arm around her. She leans her head on your shoulder and coos happily.

"I like it here," Tay replies brightly, as if ready to list off every single thing she likes about the place. That would be... not ideal.

"You know, there are better places than this." Tay isn't crucial to the plan in any way, but you would still like her out of harm's way. Ever since that night you two did it in the arena, she's seemed kind of fragile. There was no doubt in your mind that she could hold her ground in a fight, of course, but after the sextape you've felt like you have this unspoken responsibility to protect her.

"Like where?"

"My house, Sasha's house, your own house-" Before you can finish, Taynara cuts you off. The mention of Sasha seems to have thrown her off.

"Wait, Sasha? Charlotte says Sasha is an enemy," she retorts uncertainly, as if just spouting off something from a piece of propaganda. What has Charlotte been telling this poor woman?

"Actually, she's not. There's a lot you don't know about Charlotte and Sasha's rivalry. Just promise me you'll stay out of it, alright?"

"I'll think about it..."

"Thanks, Tay," you say, slightly relieved. You give her another kiss and add, "Don't tell Charlotte about this either. She'd probably shoot me."

"Okay, okay. Just promise me you'll come see me later."

"Deal. See ya, Tay," you say, opening her door to leave. The second the door is closed, Carmella runs up and grabs you by the arm, dragging you in the opposite direction of where you would like to go. What gives?

"I've been looking for you for an hour!" she says angrily, as if that clears everything up. In all fairness, you took longer with Fire & Desire than you intended. The plan had not been to fuck them, but hey plans can change. "Charlotte asked me to find you a suit!"

"He looks fine, with or without one." The two of you stop dead in your tracks and turn around. Charlotte stands there smiling, looking elegant in a black dress and heels with her hair done up. If you didn't hate her with your soul, you'd probably hit that. She takes you by the hand and leads you outside to her limo, and like a gentleman you open the door for her. Once the two of you are in and settled, she begins to speak, "You know you aren't sneaky, right?"

"What?"

"I know you've left the mansion... you're just lucky I love a bad boy." she sits on your lap and kisses you passionately, allowing you to feel up her fit body. Just when your hand begins to slide underneath her dress, the limo stops outside a fancy hotel. "Damn, just when it was getting good. C'mon, we've got a party to attend."

Charlotte gets stopped almost immediately after entering, so she tells you to go on ahead and enjoy yourself. After a bit of mingling with the guests, you notice Dana standing alone in a corner.

"Hey," you say politely, trying to come off as friendly. Of course she ignores you, so you continue, "Look, I know we fell out earlier, but we should still be on the same page. Charlotte is too dangerous for either of us alone."

"We have the same enemy, (Y/N), but we are not on the same team. You chose a different path, so stick to it." Her ominous tone makes it clear that she's up to no good. Clearly, she's also dangerous... not just to Charlotte, but to yourself as well. In the future, she is best avoided.

Before any more words can be exchanged, someone pulls you back into the party. You turn around to see Candice wearing a beautiful dress. She sees you admiring it and smiles widely.

"Carmella picked it out for me earlier, when I was distracting her. I like her."

"Nice! Didn't figure you were gonna be here."

"I wasn't... not until I knew you were coming. Hey look, it's Bayley!" You spin around and see her, sitting by herself at the bar. What is she doing here, being Sasha's right-hand woman? When you turn back to Candice, you find that she's already made her daring escape. Damn, she's sneaky.

Well, you figure you ought to go see what Bayley is up to. You slide into the seat next to her and ask, "What are you doing here?"

Her only response is, "Hey (Y/N)."

"You didn't answer my question." Charlotte knows how close she is to Sasha, and she knows that Bayley has always been the weakest of the Four Horsewomen. If she were to decide to pull Bayley aside and interrogate her, surely beans would be spilled. That would be... bad.

"I dunno, it's all a part of Sasha's stupid plan," she grumbles, pushing her drink away and turning to you. She looks buzzed and pissed off.

"Bayley, are you drunk?"

"Only a little. Wanna go blow off some steam in my room?"

"Sure." Bayley takes you by the hand and leads you to a room on the first floor, and she's on you as soon as the door is shut behind her. The alcohol on her breath is present, but you can tell she's still sober enough to think straight... and currently, all she can think about is you.

You peel your shirt off and she slides out of her dress, exposing a beautiful naked body underneath. She really went all out for this party, huh?

"We probably shouldn't," you say uncertainly as Bayley kisses your neck. She pulls away from you and raises an eyebrow comically.

"Now you have second thoughts? Fucking idiot," she replies sarcastically, grinding against your waist. A smile spreads across her pretty face as you push her back, peeling off your pants and underwear. Once released, your erection stands at attention for the beautiful woman in front of you. "It's bigger than I remember..."

Oh right, she watched when you fucked Sasha. After a quick kiss on the cheek, Bayley turns with her back to you and gets onto her hands and knees. The way she flaunts her juicy ass nearly causes you to salivate, but instead you slide right into position behind her. You squeeze and spank that bubble butt as you prod her asshole with the tip of your cock. She invited you to her room to "blow off some steam"... and that's exactly what you intend to do.

Bayley moans loudly as you shove your prick inside her butthole without warning. One of your hands rests on her waist, and the other grabs a fistful of her hair for support. She's extremely tight, so this might be her first time doing anal. For her sake you fuck her gently at first, gradually increasing in speed to let her adjust, but you don't spare her for long. This ass is begging to be destroyed.

You ram hard into her asshole, fueled by her increasingly loud moans of pain/pleasure. The combination of her tight anus and having already fucked someone(s) else today gets you to the edge early, and it's only around ten minutes before you blow your load.

Neither of you are even close to finished, though, so you pull out of her butt and turn her around. Bayley lays down on her back and spreads her legs, inviting you to continue on. You shove into her vagina and smash your lips against hers, kissing her fiercely as you begin to rail her tight cunt.

You hold and squeeze her big tits while fucking her, and it seems to be all Bayley needs. Her pussy tightens around you, and a few moments later she cums. You're almost at your second orgasm, so you continue thrusting into her and groping her boobs.

Finally, with a loud groan, you erupt into her waiting vagina. Exhausted, you flop into bed next to her. Several minutes go by before either of you speak.

Bayley breaks the silence, "I'm sorry."

"What do you mean? That was awesome," you reply honestly. That sex was exactly what you needed, and the same probably applies to her. Why would she be sorry about that... unless that's not it at all... oh God.

"I told Charlotte about Sasha's plan," she whispers, looking over at you. You, on the other hand, stare blankly at the ceiling. Everything was going perfectly. Charlotte was going to fall before she even knew what was happening, but now she knows she has enemies in her own house.

So you're gonna die, I guess.