Pizza Thot Oil Royal Rumble: The Managers vs The Slackers (Patreon)

Glad I made this one episodic since it would have finished here near the end of the month. Would have been huge too, with mixed bits of male on male, male on female, and fem v fem throughout, so this should make it all more digestible for people.

This was just the best I could imagine of two tag teams that would exist: Boss herself and Pepper the former Thot Wings manager/new assistant manager, and Tips and Cash as the ones Boss chews out the most. I feel like their personalities don’t shine through much in this one since the match itself sort of takes over; lot of horny double teams and sex attacks while they experiment with the tag team notion. And of course, the tag premise collapses by the end like a ton of those matches do.

From what relatively little we’ve seen of her so far, I always think of Pepper as a sort of unflappable supervillain when she’s absolutely not. She thinks she knows exactly what’s going on, even if it’s about 50/50, but uses confidence and a tough demeanor to act like she’s in control. Sometimes it works, but other times she’s flustered and surprised when people like her; she just doesn’t show it super well.

I teased it here and there in the story, but I have no idea if I’ll ever have the guts to make a rookie night story to follow this one up. I like the main cast too much, and it’d be tough to make random OC/fan-made thots that’d be as fun in the ring while introducing them fresh. No shortage of them though! Whether from me or other fans of the premise.

“So one last stop in this epic night to remember and cum to, but it’s a big one! Our first ever tag team match pits The Managers against The Slackers as Boss and Pepper take on Cash and Tips! Take one last time to finish your drinks or your orgasms and we’ll be right back with more oily action!”

The Managers came to the ring first, playing up their overly cold and callous personas. The former rivals were dressed in black one piece swimsuits, with Pepper bearing her traditional leather jacket over her shoulders. They seemed to brush off their fans, but they still kept a sexy wiggle to their hips on the way in. Boss sat on the middle ropes, letting her bottom-heavy figure squeeze up even tighter and thicker as Pepper took the invitation to step inside. The pushy shortstack adjusted her hair buns daintily and slid in herself while the tall redhead set aside her jacket at ringside, tugging on her swimsuit to adjust the bulge at her lap.

Cash came out with her usual laziness, but a playful smirk as she slapped a few hands on the way to the ring. Tips had a similar air about her, but much more enthusiastically hugged and smooched their fans along the way. They were in matching red bikini bottoms and sleeveless shirts, with the bottoms tied up beneath their breasts and as much cleavage as they could manage.

“Let’s show these bosses who’s boss! GYAHAHA!” Tips cheered as she fired up the crowd. The tall and freckled amazon’s hair was done up in twintails that bobbed along with her massive tits. Cash followed much more casually, the leaner and pale girl with her hair dyed blue.

“This should be a big one, PB!” Smiles narrated as the four fighters entered the ring. “Not only do we have more wrestlers than ever in the Oil Rumble ring, but there’s a lot of heat going between these teams! Extended breaks, callouts, time off requests, Tips handing out too many ‘free samples.’ There’s a lot of fuel on this fire, so we should see some of that come out in tonight’s punishments!”

“The wrestlers are definitely going to be motivated. The word is Boss has been busting Tips’ boobs since day one, and they haven’t met in the ring before now. This’ll be interesting either way.”

With some quiet consulting, Boss and Tips stepped out of the ring. Pepper cracking her neck with a confident smirk while Cash rolled her shoulders. The apathetic dyed girl approached the redhead with her usual dismissive look. She even double-checked her phone for texts before setting it down back outside the ring. Pepper moved towards Cash with her arms up for a lockup, but Cash barely budged from her corner. Pepper’s scowl spread a bit more harshly.

“Looks like Cash is still lazy as ever, even in the ring! That’s some impressive dedication to not working!” Smiles shouted.

“Lazy or patient. Check it out,” PB corrected.

Pepper tried to rush after Cash, but the blue-haired girl dodged around the redhead at the last minute. She swept a foot through the air and pulled on one of Pepper’s pigtails, sending her flipping over into the oil. Pepper landed flat on her back as Cash grabbed her by the legs. The assistant-manager’s eyes went wide as she waved her hands for a timeout, but Cash ignored her and ground her foot on her cock. Pepper’s eyes went even wider as she moaned and writhed on the mats.

“And Cash goes for an early gas pedal maneuver! That’s one way to accelerate this match!”

“On the plus side, there’s probably dozens of dudes in this room right now who’d let Cash step on their balls,” PB added. Several loud hoots broke out in the audience.

Pepper thrashed in the humiliating hold for a few seconds before she grabbed Cash around the ankle and pulled her down with her. The hold fell apart and Pepper took advantage of the chaos to climb onto Cash’s back.

“I think now’s a good time for your quarterly review,” Pepper grunted as she pulled up on a handful of Cash’s hair. The gothy thot arched her back with a wince, grinding her ass against Pepper’s hardening dick. She pulled at the redhead’s wrists to minimize the pain in her hair, still wincing as she hotdogged herself in the slacker thot’s cheeks.

“OOH! Cash! Pick me! I’ll take some of that action!” Tips blurted from her corner. She waved and reached over the ropes as Cash gladly went for the tag. She just followed the gleam of Tips’ hanging and bobbing boobs as she slapped an oily hand into hers. Pepper noticed the tag and tried to back off, but Tips hopped over the ropes, the freckled amazon diving in with a flying booty bomb. Her fat cheeks slapped Pepper in the head and knocked her flat before Cash dragged her right back up.

“Consider this us unionizing,” Cash huffed as she propped Pepper up on her knees between them. Tips and Cash turned away to thrust their butts into their manager’s face, grinding and smothering their oily buns over her from both sides.

“And The Slackers are quick to go for a tag out and a double team! The rules do allow both fighters to stay in after a tag, so leave it to them to make the most out of a loophole.”

“Uh huh. And that ‘rule’: how long does it say they can do this?”

“Until it stops being entertaining,” Smiles dismissed cheerily.

Pepper was reeling from the double booty grind by the time Cash saw herself out of the ring. Tips hoisted Pepper back to her feet, just to pull down her top and bury her oily face between her cleavage. She squeezed her head tightly, motorboating her boss between her meaty jugs.

While Tips was making the most of her plentiful weapons, Pepper reached past her and grabbed her bikini bottom. She yanked the already snug thong up between her ass cheeks and pussy, getting Tips to squeak in surprise.

“Pepper deciding to spice things up with a wedgie!” Smiles noted as the redhead used it as a lever to hurl Tips into the oil. The two scrambled and struggled in the slippery mess, lubing up their curves before Pepper got a solid grip on her leg. She spread the meaty thigh out and yanked off Tips’ bottoms, burying her face into her crotch. Tips immediately perked up, purring and squirming happily at the combination submission hold and cunnilingus.

“Can always rely on Tips to think with her clit,” PB observed as Pepper ran her tongue in and over her pussy, only pausing now and then to spit out a bit of the overflowing mix of oil and pussy juice. She was distracted enough that Pepper soon had her squirting messily over her face. Pepper showily licked the pussy juice from her lips before dragging the grinning Tips over to her corner.

“Looks like The Slackers are about to get a taste of their own medicine,” Smiles point out. “And this time that medicine is boner pills! Or an aphrodisiac or somethin’… I dunno. I’m still workshopping that one.”

Pepper tagged in Boss and they traded a quick tag. Tips crawled back to her hands and knees when the opposing team grabbed the naked brunette by her hair and hips. Pepper pulled aside the crotch of her swimsuit to reveal her stiffly waiting cock, burying it in Tips’ mouth while Boss humped her from behind. Tips moaned as she slurped over Pepper’s dick as they took her from both sides. She was too wrapped up in the horny move to realize they’d grabbed her around the middle, working together to lift her upside down. Tips gave a muffled protest (or more likely a pun) as she was suspended with Pepper’s cock in her mouth before being piledrove back into the oil.

“That’s the kind of coordination you can expect from the management,” Smiles praised as Boss took over the match. She wrapped her stocky legs around Tips and leaned back into the oil, putting all her weight on her hips to bend her in a leg lock. Tips winced a little and started to squirm, trying to get more comfortable in the position. Even her longer legs wouldn’t budge the bottom-heavy Boss, but she could get into a better angle. Rather than trying to escape the hold, Tips leaned into it and mashed her wet pussy against Boss’. The shorter manager clearly flinched at Tips pulled at Boss’ swimsuit, tugging it aside until she was grinding pussy to pussy with her.

“What a counter! Tips takes it from a leg lock to a pussy lock, and it looks like Boss wasn’t planning on this just yet!”

Tips clearly started to overwhelm Boss, so she tried to retreat out of the hold. She broke the leglock but Tips was quick to latch on with her own long legs, tribbing with Boss hard enough to bounce them in the oil. It was Boss’ turn to thrash around until her eyes fluttered and her mouth hung open, squirting a gush of cum across Tips’ lap.

“Gotcha now! GYAHAHA!” Tips cackled as she scooped Boss up around the middle. She hung her upside down while running her long tongue around her pussy like she was a living popsicle. Boss beat her fists on her hips and sides uselessly while Tips carried her back to her corner. She reached out a hand for Cash as she kept slurping over Boss’ snatch, only to find herself reaching for nothing.

“Classic Cash. Off on her phone when she’s needed,” PB chuckled. The blue-haired goth was standing just outside the ring, the audience laughing as she tapped at her cellphone.

“Just a sec. Doing a level of Bubble Busters,” she replied casually. “Shit’s addicting.”

Tips seemed content to keep eating out Boss herself, but the short manager suddenly clamped her legs around her neck. She twisted her compact figure to one side and managed to head scissor Tips to the mats with another oily splash. She squeezed her legs around her face, her juicy thighs making Tips’ face turn red as Boss slapped and groped at her breasts.

“And Tips is stuck in Boss’ deadly Thighmaster hold! This might be it for the match!” Smiles hyped up as Tips’ curvy body flopped and struggled.

It seemed like Smiles’ declaration might be right when Cash popped back to ringside. She reached through the ropes and tore open the top of Boss’ swimsuit, pinching her nipples from behind. Boss yelped and shoved at her hands, just for the gothy girl to reach lower and spread out her thighs. Tips got to her knees and shoved her tits into Boss’ face, both her and Cash starting to rapidly finger their boss’ oiled up pussy.

“Hey! She didn’t even tag! What about the rules on this thing!?” Pepper complained from her corner.

“She’s right. Maybe we should have had a ref or something, huh?” Smiles conversationally asked PB. “We’ve got all these new employees around, you’d think at least one of them would own a checkered shirt or something…”

Cash ignored any complaints as she reached under the ring, pulling out a bright green strapon and giving Pepper a casual middle finger. She slid into the ring as she fastened the strapon in place, but that seemed to be the final straw. The redheaded manager climbed into the ring and rushed across, tackling Tips off of Boss and sending them sliding a few feet away. Boss wiped some of Tips’ oil and boob sweat from her face before tackling Cash around the legs, she scrambled up on top of her in the messy mayhem and planted her wide ass on the punk thot’s face, shaking her oily buns over her nose and mouth.

“Take another break, why don’t ya?” Boss snapped as the crowd went wild for the four-woman orgy of action.

Pepper and Tips both got to their knees, locking up in a bearhug that found their tits together. The brunette definitely had more boobs to speak of, but Pepper also had her cock out prodding at her pussy. The two seemed equally distracted as they struggled for position until Tips leaned in, kissing Pepper deeply and pushing her over onto her back. The freckled thot’s tongue explored her mouth while she mounted the redhead boss, readily stuffing her pussy onto her cock. Pepper’s eyes rolled as Tips’ experienced hips rode her raw, the soft sucking of the oiled-up dick and pussy sliding together driving her wild. It wasn’t long before Pepper grunted and arched her back, pushing Tips a couple inches into the air on her hips as she nutted inside her. The thick cream oozed out of Tips’ slit and over her thighs as she squeezed Pepper’s tits, trying to stay steady on top of her.

Boss had yanked the strapon off Cash, buckling it around her hips instead while staying seated on Cash’s face. She angled it to thrust right down Cash’s throat, rubbing over the goth’s exposed breasts and pussy as she piledrove the rubber shaft into her face. Cash gagged and gurgled helplessly until she too crossed her legs, shuddering and cumming in front of the crowd. Boss made a show of pulling out of her throat, unsheathing the spit-soaked dildo and licking the cum from her fingers before their cheering fans.

Turning her gaze back towards her teammate, Boss sprinted over and threw herself into Tips. The freckled girl went tipping over, a last spurt of Pepper’s cum blasting off to splatter over her wobbling chest as it escaped her pussy.

Pepper tried to rise and help out, but Cash came crawling after the rest of them. She slid awkwardly into the cluster of wrestlers until they all went crashing down in a tangled and oily mess. As soon as they spotted one of their opponents nearby, they latched their legs around their necks and squeezed them into a headscissor. It was only when their own breath was cut short that they realized they had unwittingly formed a perfect circle, each of them grinding and squeezing an opponent just to be caught in a scissor of their own.

“That’s incredible! They’re all in one big, slippery four-way submission hold! It’s still anyone’s game! I haven’t seen anything like this since the last Oil Rumble!” Smiles raved.

“Wait, when did this happen during the show?” PB asked.

“Oh, not during the show. But it was one heck of an afterparty…”

Back in the ring, the thots were all moans. Tips had her face buried in Boss’ pussy as the shortstack tried to head scissor her once again. Cash was grinding on Boss’ face while Pepper had sheathed her dick inside her mouth. The redhead was stuck between Tips’ freckled thighs, each of them trying to squeeze the fight out of their coworker/opponent while applying oral to their assailant to hinder their own hold. Every so often, one would shiver and cum into the other’s face before pressing on with their sexual contest.

“This is getting intense! Nobody’s willing to break off! It’s starting to look like Oralboros, the snake sucking its own dick in there!”

“That’s… no. Nevermind. I like yours better,” PB mused.

Tips’ powerful tongue was finally the one to break the hypersexual stalemate. Boss’ eyes rolled back in her head as she fell into the oil, shuddering and her legs falling wide open. Tips gasped for air before standing back up and slurping down a big mouthful of cum from her lips and braces. Cash was certainly relieved to have the dizzily groaning Boss out from between her legs given her exhausted look.

“Great. Now help me out over here,” Cash managed to call from between Pepper’s thighs. Pepper clearly started to sweat the notion of handling both Slackers at once.

“Need help with a dick? That’s music to my ears!” Tips cheered. She tried to run over towards their end of the orgy but underestimated just how much she’d been cumming. Her legs went rubbery for a moment and she slipped on the oil, tumbling head-first into Cash’s pussy. She suddenly bucked and huffed as she cupped her crotch, only for Tips’ head to still be in the way.

“WHOA! And Tips takes a spill into her teammate! It’s like the oil is its own crazy third faction in all this!” Smiles raved as Pepper pulled back from the action. While Tips and Cash tried to disentangle themselves, Boss got back to her hands and knees and nodded wearily towards Pepper. She nodded back and they each grabbed a leg of one of their opponents. Pepper pulled Tips in one direction while Boss pulled Cash in the other, sliding easily along the oil. They ended up crossing their legs so that their pussies mashed together in the middle, getting a sharp gasp from both of the cum-drunk thots. The Managers started to pull on both legs to force them to trib together.

“And the Double Cross Scissors! The rarely seen team finisher of The Managers! What a sight we’re seeing tonight, folks! Can The Slackers survive it!?” Smiles erupted at the climactic hold.

“Probably rarely seen because the team only existed starting tonight. But still, cool move.”

Tips and Cash seemed stuck in their forced tribbing position, left humping each other while their opponents barely had to exert themselves. Cash shivered and squirted over Tips’ lap before the curvier thot gushed an even thicker mess over her belly. A few more clit-crushing orgasms and Cash gave in, tapping out against the mats for a series of rapid splashes in the oil. The fact that Tips looked in a lusty haze and ready to go all night only seemed to encourage her urge to end the suddenly one-sided fight.

“That’s it! We have our first ever tag team winners, Boss and Pepper! The Managers!” Smiles announced to the roaring crowd. Pepper and Boss let their opponents drop as they posed and flexed for the crowd. Tips seemed too lost in her cumbrain, keeping up humping Cash a little more until she managed to crawl out of her partner’s libido’s reach.

“One hell of a night, huh, PB?! Pineapple juices Chef, Grill squeezes out Pan, Milk flattens Honey, and The Managers fill half the ring in Slackers cum. Not to mention all the action going on outside the ring with our servers. You’re doin’ the good work out there, ladies, gents and others!”

“Yea,” PB agreed. “Shout out to Umami out there for covering my deliver runs tonight so I can do this. These things are a blast.”

“So whatya say? You guys want more oily action like this?!” Smiles prompted. The audience whistled and cheered in approval. “Well let us know what you wanna see! Who you wanna see. And don’t forget to check out the rookie division later this week, just so long as we’ve got the ring out anyway. It’s a nice way to sample the new recruits of Pizza Thot while you’re waiting for the big league stuff. Anyways, as always, I’m Smiles and that’s been my big mouth announcing. Not as always, PB, you’ve been a big help. Thanks for pitchin’ in.”

“Yup. Night, everyone. Cum safely.”