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Welcome to Alcoholics Anonymous- Trust God, Clean House, Help Others
This is such fucking bullshit. I don't have a problem. Vince and the others at the company are fucking crazy if they think a twelve-step program is going to fix something that isn't even wrong. So I have a few drinks and some a little weed, that does not mean that I have a problem.
Now the guy with the reeked breath and dirty clothes that sitting beside me, he has a problem. So does the fat chick in the corner with the glazed over eyes, but not me. No sir. I'm Randy Fucking Orton. The Legend Killer, third generation superstar, and youngest World Heavyweight Champion EVER. Does that sound like a person who has a problem to you?
Vince said that wrestlers have been complaining about me. They said that I'm becoming more difficult than usual, that my divorce has made me hit the bottle harder than ever before. I call bullshit. Those motherfuckers are pissed because I'm taking their main-event spots from them so they need to start drama.
Vince said it was either this meetings or a pink slip. I can't work for another company so here I am. I roll my eyes as the timid man with the soft voice tells us that we are getting ready to begin. I lean back in the hard wooden chair as I stretch out my legs. I should just close my eyes and go to sleep but the faint smell of perfume stops me. I look up as a young woman sits down across from me.
Now that's what I'm talking about. Some eye candy for me to admire instead of all these other lowlifes. I watch her closely as she crosses her arms and rolls her eyes, letting everyone know that this is not where she wants to be.
Her long brown hair seemed to curl right underneath her breasts and her grey-blue eyes seemed to hide some mischief behind them. I liked her casual look of a leather jacket, holey jeans and boots. She finally makes eye contact with me and if it wasn't for where I was at, I would ripped her fucking clothes off and pin her against the wall.
I look up and realize that everyone is looking at me. I look confused as someone finally speaks.
"Please introduce yourself."
"Oh. I'm Randy." I roll my eyes to let this man know that he is the last person I want to look at.
"What brings you here?"
"My job forced me to be here. I don't have a problem."
"Then why did your job force you to be here?"
"Cause they are all jealous fuckers." I watch as the woman tweaks her lips up in a smile. I wink at her before looking back at the man.
"Look I'm here so just move on."
Two hours of sob stories and bullshit and I'm finally out of there. There were tales of losing everything from spouses to homes to children. Those people have serious problems. They are the ones that need to be there. Not me. Not today, or ever.
I need to talk to Vince. I'll promise him that I won't drink in public again but there is no fucking way I can go back there.
I'm waiting outside the door for the woman who I now know is Kendall, to come out of the room. She's in the same boat I'm in. She says that the court made her come after a bar fight led to her knocking some chick unconscious. That right there is my kind of woman.
She walks past me and I grab her elbow to get her attention. She whips around as if ready to fight but her features soften a bit when she sees it's me.
"You want to go grab a drink?" She asks me and I can't seem to pull my eyes off here.
"Yeah." We walk in silence to the parking lot as I try to find something intelligent to say. I notice her stop by a black Harley and I must say I'm impressed.
"Nice." I nod towards her bike and she seems to agree.
"Ok, this is how it's going to go down. We'll go the bar, pound back a few, then we will go to one of our homes where I will proceed to fuck the shit out of you. Sound good to you?"
"Wow. You know what you want don't you?"
She lets out a throaty laugh and I feel my pants tightening. "No sense in bullshitting around with boring conversation and false promises." She puts on her helmet and I head to my car.
Just like promised, after a few shots of Johnny Walker Black, she pulled me into her little one-bedroom apartment. She took of my clothes like an expert before leaving me standing on the wall while she got down and put me in her mouth.
The sweet warm feeling of her mouth on me forced me to throw my head back and grab her hair with my hands. Damn that feels good. Not wanting to ruin a good thing, but needing to feel her insides, I grip her hair and force her to stand up.
Her eyes ask questions and I lift her tiny frame and push her against the wall. When I'm inserted in her I have to try not to gasp like some fucking girl but the truth is she fits perfectly around me. I pound into her so hard that the photos on the wall are falling carelessly on the floor. I would ask her if it hurts but the way that she's digging her teeth into my shoulder lets me I'm doing just fine.
I forgot what it was like to have a nice, sweaty fuck. My ex-wife always wanted to make love. She wanted me to be like some goddamn movie star that looks at her and tells her she's beautiful. Fuck that. This, this right here, is what I've been craving.
I place her back on her feet and force her to lean over the couch as I quickly take her from behind. The screams that are coming from her throat make me quicken my pace and before I can even register what is going on, I cum.
I'm dowsed in sweat and feel great. I watch as Kendall wobbles to the bathroom before returning with a wet rag. I go to kiss on the mouth and she turns her head.
"Clean up so you can go. It was a lot of fun. Maybe we'll do it again sometime." I watch as she walks back to her bedroom naked and shuts her door.
I can't fucking believe it. No chick has ever kicked me out before, normally after I fuck them, they are begging me to stay. I shake my head as I get dressed and look down at my vibrating phone.
"Yo." I answer while opening the door, slightly wanting her to come out the bedroom and ask me for a round two.
"Where the fuck are you? Your meeting ended hours ago." I realize she's not coming out so I walk through her door and head towards the steps. I know one thing; I damn sure won't be missing the next meeting.