Her Plaything

*I do not own any WWE Superstars mentioned in this story unfortunately for me.

Chapter 1

Lisa Jensen laughed at how easy it had been. Like stealing candy from a baby, except Lisa did not have a baby stashed away in the trunk of her car. OH NO! It was her biggest obsession. It was the thing she wanted most in the world. Well, if you could call him a thing. He is going to be her plaything, she thought devilishly. What she desperately craved. Her secret passion that haunted her day and night. She had studied all of his matches, watched all of his promos, and read everything there was out there about Dean Ambrose. But it wasn't enough. You could watch only so many matches, know every single promo by heart before she realized it wasn't nearly enough. She wanted the man himself. Not a picture of him, or a glowing screen with his image on it, no she wanted the real living, breathing Dean Ambrose.

Realizing what she wanted was the easy part. Going about getting what she wanted was a little more difficult, but she did it. Her pretty smile hid her devious thoughts so well. No one would ever suspect this beautiful, brown haired girl with the bright green eyes as unstable which is how she liked it. Her victim, Dean Ambrose, never saw her coming.

The plan hadn't been too difficult. WWE was coming to the big town close to her smaller, sleepy town. Unfortunately for the WWE, they had a show planned the same time there was a big golf tournament in town. There was no hotel rooms left since the golf tournament had been scheduled for 9 months now. All the rooms booked up within a week. So needing somewhere to house there superstars, the WWE booked rooms for them in her lazy, little town. Of course they cause quite a ruckus for the small town folks.

Lisa had learned of their arrival and the hotel that they would be staying at before they had even checked into their rooms. She had a friend at the hotel that gave her his room number. Of course she never said what she was going to do with the information but promised him a blow job if he kept his mouth shut and help her get into his room which the man was more than happy to oblige.

She had snuck into his room even before Dean Ambrose had arrived. She had Pete, her hotel contact fix up a tray of food and she dressed as the staff so she could walk through the halls and let herself into his room without anyone noticing her. Once inside she had carefully taken the lid off the beer bottle. She knew he liked beer, she was not too sure about the brand but she figured he would be tired and would drink it anyway. She poured a little morphine in the bottle and closed it back up and then snuck back out. She would check on him in a few hours to see if he was passed out. She hoped he would just drink the beer and make it easy on her. She would hate to have to get real ugly with him and mess up his pretty face because he wouldn't do as he was told. But men did have a tendency to things the hard way. She would make sure she had something to knock him out with if it came down to it but he was coming home with her one way or another.

When Lisa went back To Dean's door after a few hours had passed, she knocked first to see if he would answer the door. She knocked a few more times and still no answer. He must be out she thought devilishly or in a shower. Both thoughts were tempting to her as she let herself into his room carefully closing the door silently behind her. She carefully tip toed into the room and peeked around the corner and saw Dean Ambrose himself passed out on the bed. The beer bottle was on the night stand and the food was all gone. First part of her plan worked like a charm but know I had to get him downstairs and then put him in her car. He weighed about 100 lbs. more than Lisa so carrying him was out of the question.

Lisa picked up the phone and called Pete who was still at the hotel and asked him to bring her a laundry cart. At first he wanted to be difficult but she promised to give him that blow job she owed him if he did and he couldn't get to the room fast enough.

Lisa did not want to give Pete a blow job. He was not that cute at all. He kind of looked like Clint Howard, Ron Howard's bother, the one who did crappy movies. Yeah, pretty ugly but it was just a means to an end. She was willing to do anything to make Dean Ambrose her plaything including this. She looked at the sleeping Ambrose and smiled down at him running her fingers across his cheek. He was so gorgeous! His dirty blonde hair was messy as usual; he was wearing a black Shield hoodie and jeans. He must have passed out pretty quickly because he was still wearing his sneakers. She couldn't wait to see his blue eyes. He is going to owe me big time to for what she am about to do for him.

Pete was quick with the laundry basket. She figured he should be able to fit in it if she places him just right, it was going to be a tight fit, since he was 6'4 but she would make it work if she put him in a fetal position.

The blow job thankfully didn't last long and Pete's dick was small so Lisa didn't have to worry about choking on it. She popped in a cough drop knowing the combination of hot and cold would cause him to cum faster and she expertly took his small dick in her mouth. She had Pete moaning in no time. Lisa thought more about sucking on the cough drop then the dick in her mouth which helped her let Pete think she was into it. At least the cough drop is yummy she thought as he shoved his cock into her mouth before cumming in Lisa's mouth. Lisa took the mouth full of cum and spit it all out into an apron she was wearing. Pete was reeling from his orgasm that he didn't notice her spit his cum out and she made out like swallowed it with a sweet smile on her face as she care took the apron off and pushed it to the side with disdain.

"Pete will you help me get him in the laundry basket?" Lisa asked innocently once Pete was fully clothed again.

"I don't know Lisa that makes me an accessory to the crime." He wasn't very bright.

"You already are an accessessory dumbass. So help me because if I get caught you are going down with me."

Pete reluctantly helped her pick Dean Ambrose up and placed him in the laundry basket. He was so cute folded up in a fetal position Lisa thought. She threw some blankets on top of him and they rolled him out to Lisa's car. No one questioned her to her relief. Pete followed behind so he could help put the sleeping man in her car.

"So what do you plan on doing with him?" Pate asked as Lisa closed the trunk.

"He's my plaything!" Lisa said with a bright smile flipping her long brown hair over her shoulders before getting in the driver seat and taking off with her new toy.

*So this is my second story. It's not going to be a very long story but I usually like to keep my readers interested and love cliff hangers. Any thoughts on this story? Lisa has a lot of ideas for her plaything so keep a look out for the next chapter. Reviews welcomed.