Companionship? Legacy? Wrestling? What did all of this mean?

It meant my dad, Roddy Piper, was selling me into both the WWE and prostitution. Well, not whoring to the public, but to three certain guys. And the worst part: I didn't have a say at all.

"You're whoring me out, Dad?" I asked, shock etched on my face.

"You won't be a whore. You'll be a high class Companion and only working for Legacy. You've finished your training to be a wrestler, and that's the storyline you are stuck with. If you don't like it, then don't wrestle."

"But just yesterday you said I wasn't even close to finishing! And why me? Why Legacy? Why are you whoring me out?"

"Hun, you are a second generation superstar, so Vince wants you to be in there. The guys had their say in it, and it's only storyline purposes. If you don't believe me, call him. And I think you'll do fine; the boys will teach you new moves along the way.

Yeah, in bed.

"Why?"

"In the words of Randy, Ted, and Cody: She's absolutely beautiful! Maybe we can use that beauty to our advantage and she could be ours. Vince is the one who came up with the Companion idea."

Damn him. Damn him to hell. Why would he want to ruin what little career and life I have now? Being known to guys as a whore would make them come onto me! I don't want to walk in the streets and have some pervert grab me and shove money at me, asking for some "help". It's sick. Vince is sick.

"Actually, Jasmine, they should be coming over here soon enough."

Just as he said this, we heard car doors opening and shutting. I gasped before running up to my room and barricading the door with anything I could find. The doorbell rang as I dived into my closet. The closet was close to the stairs, so I could hear three pairs of shoes clacking on the hard wood of the stairs. I held my breath.

Someone pushed on the door, but the things I threw in front of the door prevented it from opening.

"Yep, this is definitely her room," I heard. Sounded like Cody, but I wasn't too sure.

Then I had a feeling Randy was pushing the door in with his shoulder. I heard my door splinter and break.

"Where is she?"

"Don't know."

"Check under the bed, will you, Ted?"

Hehe…Cody rhymed.

Then…the closet door opened. Again I held my breath and awaited a strong hand to grab for me. No hand, yet. Instead the door closed, but something didn't feel right. I heard movement in the closet and I wasn't moving.

"Hey babe."

Randy. I whimpered. He laughed and pulled me to my feet.

"I see you're not too keen on the idea of the storyline."

"Not at all."

"Don't worry; it's only a storyline. We won't take advantage of you…unless you want us to." He drew me close to him for effect.

"I'm all set, thanks."

And so that is how it began. By now, about two weeks into sharing a room with three men, locker room, shower and kitchen, I'm used to it now. Next RAW was when I would be introduced as Lady Jasmine, Expert Companion and Lust to all men.

My job would be very interesting, considering I'm escorting two married men and a single. Cody I was allowed to seriously fool around with, on tv, anything. But Randy and Ted had to be on-screen, and possibly off - as if Vince wanted his men to have a girl on the road that would give them sexual pleasure and release. Completely out there, but by now, I didn't mind. I mean, I have had sex twice, so for the most part I know what I'm doing, and I know what to expect. I just have to brush up on the acting and wrestling.