I do not own Mr. McMahn's WWE or NXT, nor any of his sighed wrestlers. This fic is all fan made, I only wrote this because I am a very naughty girlie….

"...47...48...49...50...51...52..." the deep voice of Kaval boomed through the room before the door was practically trampled over. The voices of Michelle and Layla mingled with the clacks of their stylish heels on the tile floor.

Brandon Silvestry rose from the push-up position; his pale abdomen glistened with sweat as he crossed his arms before his bare chest. The duo swayed their way over to him. Great...they're wasted. Kaval thought to himself.

"Kaval!" both cried in unison. "You were supposed to go out and have fuuuun!" Michelle slurred. Two unidentified men strolled in.

"Oh hey guys, this is the Kaval we were talking about!" Layla said cheerily. The two males stared the shorter Kaval down. The NXT star sighed; he glanced at the six pack of alcohol one was holding and the barely english rants of his TV mentors about how he was supposed to have left the hotel room so that they could have a place to crash for the night.

"So now that we got that over with, you can go out and we can get this party started!" The two cheered and gave each other a high five.

"I don't think that's going to be a very good idea." Kaval broke his eye contact long enough to glance at his pros.

"Awww... Come on, Kaval! Don't be such a party pooper!" Michelle said shrilly as Layla nearly fell over laughing. "Too late!"

"Sorry ladies, but I think both of you have had enough for one night."

Layla and Michelle both rolled their eyes at him. "Oh Daddy please can we stay up?" Layla mocked. Kaval frowned and rubbed his hand over bald scalp before shaking his head.

"Listen, Buddy," The male with a fohawk added emphasis with a hearty shove to the smaller Brandon, "I think you should let these fine young ladies choose for themselves." Kaval stared at the point where the stranger touched him and slowly looked back at him. A moment later the man was tossed through the open door way with his companion jumping over him down the hall to escape.

All at once team LayCool went into an upheaval of protest about how Kaval always ruins their good time and how he never smiles and continued ranting on until he slumped his head and shoulders in defeat. "Are you even listening to us?"

Kaval turned away from the two intoxicated women and went back into the push-up position. He had lost count, so he decided to start back at one. Layla pulled Michelle aside and whispered into her ear. Kaval tried to ignore their mischievous giggling and vexing shushes. Layla went to close the door to the hotel room. Michelle waddled over to their rookie.

"Boy, you sure are training hard" she spoke with a honeyed voice. "You're muscles look so tense, come here you!" She yanked his arm from underneath him and dragged him to the bed. "Time for a massage!"

Kaval opened his mouth to complain and was instead shoved down on the plush white covers with Michelle grabbing at his flesh with her manicured nails. Ow ow ow ow OW OW!

"What are you doing?" Layla asked with her hands on her hips, Kaval throught the torture was almost over. "That is not how you give a man a massage!" She rolled him over and rubbed her hand up his thigh. He promptly guided her hands away from him, his cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

"Wait, Wait! Stop, you don't know what your doing!" his voice nearly cracked at the end. Layla sulked.

"Baldlie, oops... I mean Kavalie said it himself," Michelle quipped, "Let me show you how it's really done!" She threw herself on top of him and mashed their lips together. His eyes went wide and he reluctantly peeled the beauty off of him.

"P-Please, you're drunk-!"

"We're not drunk, we're smashed!" Layla grinned and nuzzled his neck as Michelle fell into another kiss. She had sneaked her tongue into his mouth before he pulled away gasping.

"Check it out! I knew he was liking this..." Layla purred sensually while pointing at his chubbing penis. Michelle continued her soft lipped assault on Kaval as Layla began pulling his athletic shorts off.

Kaval knew it was wrong, but they had been the biggest cock teases ever since they had met. The duo seemed to derive pleasure from making noises while they showered together only to walk out nonchalantly partially naked, forcing him to look away. They enjoyed the way he would squirm when they would goad him into helping them stretch; holding their legs close to their bodies so he could see every inch of them. And afterward they would call him a pervert and hound him about it to no end.

Layla slid his now throbbing hot cock into her mouth, it was enough for any inhibition to melt away, Kaval grabbed Michelle by the arms and growled deeply into their kiss. She was impressed by his sudden assertive display. Michelle kissed her way to his neck; she looked into his smoldering eyes. He was wondering why she stopped. She worked her hands over his chest. The extra skin on skin contact made his manhood all the more sensitive to Layla's slick mouth. Air seemed to have become harder to take in. Michelle lowered her head down and joined her coworker on his shaft. Kaval gripped the sheets as his body rippled with anticipation. A squirt of pre leaked from the tip and was quickly lapped up by one of the two girls below him.

He tried to string words together into a cohesive sentence, "Feels...good..." he managed to exhale. Michelle smirked and accidently bumped into Layla. They leaned in close, growing aroused by Kaval's scent on each other and locked lips. Layla groped at her best friends chest as she ran her fingers through Michelle's blond hair. They began removing piece by piece of clothing off one another. He bites back the urge to touch himself. They made out again and easily snapped off their bras. Layla blushed as Michelle went under her skirt, bite her panties and began sliding the thin cotton garment off while staring at Kaval. He gulped. Layla returned the favor by sliding her skirt completely off and gently caressing a finger over her moist slit. The two crawled their way over to Kaval

"No fair, I wanted to ride him first!" Layla stuck her tongue at Michelle. "It was my idea!"

Kaval broke their argument by getting up and pinning them both on the bed. He worked his finger into Michelle and began licking out Layla. He switched back and forth and surprised them both with his second finger. The sounds of their mews of delight filled the hotel room.

He couldn't wait any longer; he grabbed Layla and poised her beneath him. Michelle splayed her nether lips to Kaval while lowering her head to kiss Layla. All at once, they moan and groan in heated passion. Kaval shoved himself into Layla's tight hole while swirling his tongue over Michelle's clit. Layla and Michelle's tongues met and danced in each other's mouths. The wet slap of Kaval's cock pounded away at Layla. She was the first to orgasm. Her screams of delight muffled from Michelle's mouth. A shiver went up his spine as he felt her walls clamp down and contract wildly over his manhood. He pulled out, teetering on verge of ecstasy, and gently fingered her again.

Michelle moved on her back as Layla hovered her rump over Michelle to be licked out. Kaval easily slid into Michelle's craving hole, his cock well lubricated from Layla's juices. He pushed around Layla's submissive tongue in her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Michelle moaned into Layla, eliciting a cry from her before she grabbed Kaval's hands and used them to massage her breasts.

"Oh!... Ohhh… Don't s-stop…" Michelle broke away long enough to notify of her peaking climax. Kaval increased his tempo and was rewarded with another flood of juices around his cock. Michelle grabbed Layla's ass and yelped as he gave one final thrust. Kaval drew Layla in close and rested his head on hers, panting for air.

Team LayCool pushed him to the bed. Kaval almost thought he had collapsed from exhaustion. They resumed their assault on him. Layla's textured tongue worked on sensitive head while Michelle massaged his balls with hers. Kaval could no longer hold back, his back arched and he climaxed with in seconds. His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as strands of his white seed flew. Both Michelle and Layla playfully drank it down, taking turns to lick his shaft and head clean. Kaval rested his head back, feeling his heart pound in tandem with his still hard bobbing penis. With Layla resting on his right arm and Michelle his left, Kaval's eyes drifted close and he quickly fell asleep.

Kaval did not sleep peacefully for long, he was jolted awake by LayCool shouting at him at the top of their lungs, "WAKE UP!"

His body tensed, ready to attack whatever the threat was. "Morning, Sleepy head!" Michelle petted his bald cranium. Michelle and Layla glanced at each other and performed one of their favorite mannerisms for him, "Real Talk!"

Aw Crap….

"You might think that last night was special and all…" Layla trailed off looking somewhere to the left.

"…But it wasn't," Michelle continued, "We were drunk, and you took advantage of us!" Kaval sunk his head low as they both scolded him like a little boy.

"Not that you'd understand, but women have certain needs," Michelle smiled and exchanged glances with Layla, "And we found out last night that you happened to be kinda gifted…" her gaze wandered down to his crotch, Kaval found that Layla had been staring with a light pink on her cheeks the whole time.

"What Michelle is trying to say is that we have been talking and we decided to help you win NXT's competition and in return you have to do whatever we want!" Layla shook hands with Michelle. Kaval nodded, knowing that any attempt at freedom would be in vain.