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Warnings for this fic: Daddy Kink, public kink, ditry talk, unprotected sex, oral (male and female receiving)

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I'm sitting with some of the other women on the roster watching the match between Shane McMahon and AJ Styles. I can hear the other women talking about the show so far but I'm too concentrated on the match to contribute anything to the conversation. AJ and Shane are putting on one hell of a match; they have the whole arena exploding. I am even screaming and cheering on the inside, while trying to remain somewhat professional on the outside.

As the match drags on, I can tell that they are beginning to get tired. I know that it is coming close to a pin and I can only hope that it will be AJ to win. He has worked so hard for this and has earned this moment to win.

The minutes tick by, and I can only smile as I watch the final moments. Watching as AJ sets up for the Styles Clash. This is it, I know it is!

'1, 2, 3! He did it! AJ has beaten Shane McMahon! He has won at WrestleMania!'

"Rach… Rach… Rachael!"

I jump at Nattie's voice yelling at me, breaking my inner fan girl moment.

"Huh?"

"You need to go interview AJ on his win." She says, quirking an eyebrow and pointing to the screen showing AJ still celebrating.

"Oh, right. Sorry, zoned out." I reply, chuckling at myself.

Nattie gives me a knowing smile, "Sure, I bet you did. Now go do your job."

I stick my tongue out at her as I pass and leave the room. Laughing as I go meet up with the camera man to conduct the interview. I am beyond excited right now that I am the one getting to interview AJ, he is always so much fun to work with. So cocky and just all around hilarious, but he is especially fun when he is walking out of a match the victor.

I stand in front of the camera waiting for AJ to join me,

"AJ, how are you feeling just having beaten Shane McMahon at WrestleMania?" I question AJ with a smile, holding the mic up to him.

AJ smirks down at me, blow eyes beaming with pride; I swear my heart skips a beat. He's breathing hard, hair a little wild looking but he runs his hands through his hair to push it out of his face, and sweat glistening on his chest; is takes all my restraint from not jumping him right then and there.

"How am I feelin' Rach? How'm I feelin'? Rachael, did you just see what I just did? I destroyed that fool McMahon! Hahaha! I proved just how phenomenal I am. That I am the real face that runs the place; I am the champ that runs the camp. I proved that I am the reason anyone watches Smackdown! And I proved that I deserve another, fair, one on one chance at the WWE World Title."

AJ exclaims, throwing his arms out to stress his point. My smile grows as I hold back a laugh at his self given nicknames.

"To answer your question Rachael," he continues, staring me straight in the eye, as he southern drawl comes out thicker, "I'm feelin' on top of the world right now. In fact, I'm feelin' so great, how 'bout you 'n I go out for drinks after the show?"

My smile drops and I just gawk at him in shock and confusion,

"W-what?"

"Yeah, what'd ya say? Go celebrate my win with me?" AJ smirks, making me feel weak in the knees.

"Oh, um… yeah, okay?" I'm barely able to stutter out, my brain still trying to process what is going on.

"Great, catch ya later Sweetheart."

AJ proceed to wink at me as he walks away, leaving me completely dumbfounded. I look over to the camera man wondering if he knows something I don't. But he just shrugs and moves on.

'The hell just happened here?'

I shake my head with a sigh and head back to the other woman to finish watching the show until I was needed again.

Walking into the room, the women in the room turn their heads to me,

"What?" I ask a little scared from the looks they are giving me.

"Oh don't what us girl, you know what." Foxy says, crossing her arms.

Bowing my head to hide my blush, I shuffle over to one of the empty seats, trying to play it cool, "I have no idea what you are talking about."

They go quiet for a second before they all break out in squeals, screaming out, "You've got a date with AJ Styles!"

"You get it girl," Foxy adds at the end.

I can feel my whole face flush, "Shut up, I do not. He probably was just joking with me and didn't mane any of it. He jokes, that's just how he is."

Nattie, Foxy, and Alexa try to argue with me, saying that AJ was being serious. I keep shutting them down, not wanting to believe for a second he could have actually meant it when he asked me to drink. Why would AJ Styles want to go out with me of all people? Come on now, be serious here. I'm a lowly interviewer and he is a major superstar known worldwide in the wrestling world.

WrestleMania comes to an ends and I have a few more interviews to do before I am free to leave.

As I head back to the dressing room to grab my bags and leave, I notice someone standing by the door,

"AJ?" I ask with confusion in my voice.

He smiles as I approach and I see that he has both mine and his bags next to him. Who in the world gave him my stuff? I bet it was Foxy.

"Hey, ya ready to go Sweetheart?"

I cock my head to the side, "Go? Go where?"

His eyebrow goes up as he stands up straight, with his hands in his pockets. I force my eyes to remain on his face, trying desperately to not stare at his arms in his muscle shirt, or the way his jeans fit snug on his thighs, or even how his jeans do nothing to hide the obvious bulge between his legs… Okay, so I looked, sue me; the man is like sex on two legs. So many dirty thoughts run through my head just looking at him.

My eyes slowly rise up to meet his blue orbs,

"Drinks, remember? You're goin' to help me celebrate my victory. Or did ya change your mind?"

I quickly shake my head, lowering my eyes to the floor, "No, I didn't change my mind! I… I just didn't think you were serious about actually going with me. Figured you'd rather go with the guys or something."

I mutter, suddenly feeling very self-conscious with his eyes on me. Rubbing my arm, I shift my weight on my feet, waiting for his response.

I feel AJ take my chin between his finger's lifting my head up with his face close to mine, "Now why would I joke about something like that baby girl? Been wantin' to ask you out for months now, just took me winnin' at WrestleMania to get the courage to do just that. I didn't waste the opportunity to get into WrestleMania, and sweetheart, I ain't wastin' a chance to have you to myself in a secluded booth, away from pryin' eyes, something I've wanted a long time now. Now, do I sound like I'm jokin' baby girl?"

"No Da…Sir… AJ!"

Damn it, he makes me so tongue tied, nervous, I hope he didn't catch my slip, but him calling me sweetheart and baby girl, it is just doing things to me, I can't help it. And from that glint in his eyes, I know he can tell the effect he has over me. I gulp, unsure of is reaction to my slip.

"Come along now sweetheart, the night is ours, and I promise you ain't goin' to regret comin' out with me tonight."

I'm left speechless, only able to nod as I watch him grab our bags, and with one hand on my lower back, guiding me to his car. Oh I think my night is going to get much more interesting.