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Homepages MP3s Email Games "Ugh... it's 3:30 in the morning." I mumbled to myself; for some reason, I couldn't sleep that night. Something plagued my mind, but I surely didn't know what it was. As I hummed the tune of my favorite song, I lay in bed with a cigarette in my mouth.

All that was on my mind, was passion. Maybe it was because my sex life was a mystery, all the men I had been with hadn't been able to satisy me. My friend Angela talked about some amazing sex with with her boyfriend Scott. Scott was a professional wrestler, but to me, just the thought of a professional wrestler all over me made me cringe.

"Oh, man, it's almost 4 in the morning. I've got to get some sleep." Just as I was cuddling up under my off white satin covers, my beeper went off. It was Kristen, my step-sister. I groaned with pain and reached for my phone. Kristen's sick pleasure was finding a random man off the street, sleeping with him and rubbing in my face how GREAT the sex was. I whined, "Oh, I thought she mixed my beeper number and one of her random boyfriends' number up. I wonder what great apsiring new boyfriend she has tonight..." Just to get her off my back, I called her up and hoped for a brief conversation.

"Sabrina?" Kristen was in tears.

"Yeah, it's me. Kristen, what's wrong?" I had grown concerned; it was not normal of Kristen to page me at 4 in the morning in tears.

"Me and Jason broke up..." Kristen cried even harder.

"Wait, I thought you were dating Chris -- hold up, who's Jason?"

"I met him at the gas station tonight after we slept together, he told me he was married and had 2 kids."

"See, Kristen, you can't just go around and sleep with everyone. That's what happens..." I tried to console her, but she blocked me off with more tears. "Look, I'll invite Angela over and we can all talk about it, 'kay?"

She sniffled and finally agreed. "Jeez, it's almost 5, where is she?" I questioned Angela.

"Maybe she met some guy on her way over here, got it in his car and forgot about us as usual..." Angela remarked.

I tried not too laugh, but Angela and I both knew it was right. We were both startled by a loud knock on the door.

"It's about time she got here." Angela motioned for Scott to go open the door, but he was too busy cleaning out my refrigerator to notice anything.

"I'LL get it..." I walked to the door to expect to see Kristen in tears, ready to hug me and talk. I didn't expect what was the reality when I opened the door. "Who the hell are you?"

"His name is Michael, I met him on my way here at some daquiris place. He's so sweet." Kristen walked in cheerful as ever, like the phone conversation never took place. "I hope you don't mind me inviting him over..."

"Come here, we'll talk about how evil men... are..." Angela was stunned when she saw Kristen come into the living room with her guest.

"Angela, this is Michael, I met him at Wet n' Wild." Kristen toyed around with Michael in front of everyone.

Scott almost choked on his beer. "Wet n' Wild?! Isn't that like a strip joint?"

Angela was not amused. "No, you aren't funny Steve. It's a daquiris store."

If I could remember well enough, my ex-boyfriend John would occasionally take me to a strip bar called Wet n' Wild to "turn me on". It was the same place. Knowing Kristen if I corrected her, she'd find some way to get back at me, so I just kept my mouth shut.

"Well, I guess we can leave now." Angela grabbed her purse. "Since there is no dire emergency."

"No, don't be silly, stay. I'll be right back. I'm going to the restroom." Kristen said coyly. "Come with me, Michael... I'll show you what you've been wanting."

"Oh... if she's does ANYTHING in that bathroom, I'll make HER pay the rent." I was furious.

Angela sat back down and Scott opened the refridgerator door back up, he didn't seem to care whether or not Kristen was happy.

I sat on the couch and tried to block the moans coming from the bathroom.

"Forget about her..." Angela tried to cheer me up. "I know something that will definetly make you happy! Tomorrow is Monday Night Nitro, you have to come! Scotty gets the US Title. Besides, you might meet some guys there... I could hook you up, girl."

"No way. All that wrestling stuff is stupid. I would rather sit at home and listen to my step sister have sex in my bathroom." I pouted.

Angela didn't say anything, but she made a definite "yeah right" face. "Come on, you know you don't want to listen to that. Please, just give it a try. For me?" Angela was now begging.

"Yeah, I could like hook you up with guys like Scott Hall or Kevin Nash, if you REALLY wanted it..." Scott finished off my leftover birthday cake from last week.

"Fine..." I reluctanly agreed.

"Yea! You won't regret it, TRUST me." Angela hugged me with ecstatic joy.

After everyone had left, including Kristen and her man of the night, at last I got some sleep. I expected my mother to call me and begging me to recap my life ever since I moved out 5 years ago when I was 19. No prank calls, no phone testing, no mothers, no ex boyfriends or stalkers calling... I finally got to sleep.

Coming home from work the next day from my "wonderful" car mechanic job, I was running late for the show I promised to go to with Angela. I had run over about 12 speed limits on my way home. For some reason, I had been very excited to go which somewhat puzzled me in a way.

After searching through the black hole, otherwise known as my closet, I found a black skirt to wear. I prepared for another journey to find the rest of my outfit. A half an hour until Scott had to arrive at the arena, I had my outfit ready and on my slim body. I stood before the mirror in a black skirt, a teal green button-down shirt with my black knee highs and my brown dockers.

"Oh my gosh, I look like Britney Spears!" I screamed as I examined myself in my mirror from head to toe. There was no time to change since Angela and Scott were already waiting outside in the car. "Oh well, like I care about impressing some dumb wrestlers..." I just grabbed my purse and ran out the house.

"So, Sabrina, how's the bathroom smell?" Scott laughed as he was watching the road on our way to the arena.

"I called some one up to do some severe cleaning to it. I walked in there after ya'll had left and it reaked of Michael's, um, yeah." I tried to control my gag reflex.

"That's funny, Sabrina." Angela laughed. "But... Scotty, honey, who are we going to set her up with?"

I dreaded the thought of being paired up with a wrestler. I knew Angela was just trying to help, but, I wanted her to stop right that second.

"Let me think of who's single... um, Evan, Shannon, Shane... I'd say Pete, but he has Torrie..." Angela continued naming single men until we arrived at the arena.

"Is it too late to leave?" I acted as if I was stuck to the seat.

"Sabrina Stone, get your butt out of that backseat now!" Angela was unusally pissed tonight.

I just scaredly rose and walked to the backstage door without saying a word.

"2 all access passes for my lovely ladies..."Scotty said to the security guard at the door.

"Sure thing, Scott. Have fun, Angela. You too, miss." the guard smiled.

I smiled back, it seemed like a courteous thing to do. Angela opened the door and it closed behind her. "You know, if you want to be hooked up with Trevor back there, I can arrange it." She laughed.

"Oh, shut up, Angela." I complained for just having manners. I walked around following Scott and Angela, it seemed like they knew their way around here.

As we walked to a WCW dressing room, I heard loud fighting. "You want to come in here, Sab?" Scott acted as if the fighting was a usual thing and did not even mention it.

"No, that's ok, I'll just wait out here." I sat on a bench as Scott and Angela went into the dressing room. A distance down the hall I could hear some unusual Backstreet Boys type music. I decided to go walk and see it.

I walked to the entrance to go to the ring and saw three men with green circles walking out back to the backstage area. All of them were cute, I doubted THEY were wrestlers... wrestlers aren't cute, maybe they were just WCW's entertainment.

"Hi... I don't think we have met before." The leader in dreadlocks smiled.

"What's your name?" The blonde next to him replied.

"I'm Sabrina, Angela and Scott's best friend. Who are you?"

"I'm Evan." The leader stated. "And we are 3 Count."

"I'm Shane." The brunette proudly remarked.

"Yo, wussup, I'm Shannon Moore." The cute blonde put his arm around me.

"Ugh, get off." I walked off. People who I first meet and touch me just is something that turns me off. As I walked towards the exit to leave, since I knew this night would be horrible, Scott's dressing room door opened. Two people came out of the room. I stepped out of the way. There was a tanned, built young man with skinny blonde. It seemed like I knew they were the ones who had been fighting.

"Look, Torrie, you get your stupid skank ass away from me." The man tried walking off.

"Pete, wait!" She pulled him back. "It's not what it looks like. I wasn't doing anything with Johnny the Bull! Please don't make me leave." The blonde cried on her knees in front of him.

"Yeah, then why did you go to his house last night and give him a good time? Huh? Explain THAT!" Pete glanced at me for a second and back at Torrie.

Torrie was silent.

"That's right. Get your stuff out of my car. You're leaving!" The young man left Torrie in tears on the floor.

I tried helping her up. "Are you okay?"

She ignored me. "Fine, Pete, I'm gonna go get my stuff and go over to Johnny and do it with him ALL night long!" She screamed as he walked off. She pushed me off and ran out to the parking lot.

After she left, Scott came out from the dressing room. "Sorry about that, it was just Torrie and Pete fighting. It happens all the time."

"Oh, okay." I grabbed my purse and headed for the door.

"Where are you going, Sab?" Angela came out the dressing room after him.

"I had about enough excitement tonight from some perverts with big green placemats." I wanted to leave. "I'm tired. I gotta go home."

"Are you sure? I could get those perverts to apologize..." She tried to make me laugh.

"No, I'm okay." I opened the door.

"Okay, I'll call you." Angela yelled as I walked out to catch a cab.

The guard closed the door behind me as I walked to the side of the road. I saw the young girl Torrie messing with some car. Maybe she was trying to fix her own.

I went home to a quiet house, laid under the covers and watched the stupid wrestling show. Once I turned it on, Scott had won the US Title. They scanned the crowd and I saw Angela jumping for joy on the side of the ring. I just laughed at her. My phone rang, expecting it to be Kristen I didn't answer it.

After it rang about 6 times, I picked the phone up. "Uh, hello?" I yawned.

"Hello, is this Sabrina?" The man on the phone asked.

"Uh, yeah. Who is this?"

"It's Evan from earlier. Angela gave me your number, I hope you don't mind that I called."

"No, you weren't the rude one."

"You mean I wasn't any of the Backstreet Boy perverts you told her about?"

"Oh my gosh, I can't believe she told you that!" I laughed.

"It's okay, I know what you meant. Shannon's sorry, he didn't mean anything by it." Evan tried to change my mind on my opinion of 3 Count.

"Okay, he's forgiven." I changed the channel to David Letterman. This was certainly much more interesting than wrestling.

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to do something tomorrow. Have lunch or something? Maybe at like, 11:30?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I can't I have to work then... Maybe after I get off at 3?"

"Naw, I can't. I have to leave for my flight to tape Thunder then. Maybe some other time. Until then, you don't mind if I call you, do you?"

"No, keep on calling, Evan. I'm always here." I sighed.

"Well, I have to leave. I'm on in 5 minutes, watch us, 'kay?"

"Okay." I laughed. "Bye."

"Good-bye, Sabrina." He hung up the phone and I did the same. I finally changed the channel back to wrestling. 3 Count had a message to send to some wrestler they didn't like. They were in an interview with a short, chubby, bald man.

After it was over, I went to sleep immediately. I had to be at work the next day at 7 in the morning.

I woke up the next morning with ease. I put on my outfit and headed to my car job. I hated the outfit, it didn't zip up all the way so you could see most of my black bra. It was tight in my ass and chest, I think they enjoyed imagining me modeling the outfit while working. The job was alright, IF you get used to men making motions at grabbing your rear and looking at your chest bounce as you put some "elbow grease" into fixing their car, but I've gotten used to it. It's alright. Angela, however, when we go to lunch on my break, wacks them with her purse.

"Sabrina..." My boss called me. He saw me working under a big jeep. "Come on, we have that car until Friday. Don't waste all of your time on it."

I slid out from under the car and got up. I wiped my forehead which was covered with sweat.

"We have a new customer, his name is Pete Gruner. He's over there." My boss, Kyle, pointed to a man standing next to a red truck. It looked like the same truck that Torrie had been messing with last night.

I walked over to the man in sunglasses next to the red car. Yup, same man from last night. As I got a closer look at him, he actually seemed kind of cute. "What's wrong with your car?"

"Hey, weren't you at Nitro last night? I saw you when I had a fight with my ex-girlfriend." He smiled at my chest.

I just put my hands on my hips and repeated the question. "What is wrong with your car?"

"Oh, my girlfriend messed with it last night. I know, I told the security guard to keep a watch on her." He shrugged his shoulders. "But, I don't know if she did anything to it."

"You don't know if she did anything to it?" I was annoyed. "Then, WHY are you here? Did it make a funny noise or something? Is gas leaking? Anything?"

"Oh, um, gas is leaking I think. And I heard some noise on my way over here. It almost broke down here."

"Okay, then." I lifted up the hood. Smoke was everywhere, maybe she had let some of the water in his car out.

"So, uh, babe, when do you get off for your break?" He leaned over my shoulder and breathed on my neck.

It sent chills up my spine, but I had to play hard to get. "In five minutes, why?"

"You maybe want to go get something to eat? I know a great place here." He smiled.

Oh forget playing hard to get, I was starving anyhow. "Sure." I smiled back.

I called Angela up and cancelled our usual lunch meeting. She was alright with it, especially because she had an emergency meeting at her office.

I hopped into my car and we drove off listening to Beastie Boys. "You like the Beastie Boys?" Pete flashed that amazing smile at me again.

"Yup, they are cool." I smiled back. It was flirting, but who cared. It's not like he or I were taken.

"Me too. Oh, up here, there's a great restaurant. Turn right."

"McDonald's?" I was confused.

"No! There's a restaurant near it." He laughed.

I drove past the McDonald's afraid I'd be eating lunch at an E-Z Serve. "What is the restaurant called?"

"The Nitro Grill, it's WCW's own restaurant." Pete relaxed in my car.

"Thank goodness I have clothes to change in." I parked the car.

"Leave on what you have, it's cute." He unbuckled his seat belt.

"No way, get out of the car. I have to change."

He got out of the car and I changed. I saw him looking at me, but I didn't mind HIM looking at me. However, if it was a regular man from the car shop, I'd bury down into a dark hole and never show my face again.

"Nice bra you have under that outfit." He opened the door for me.

"Thanks." I laughed.

Pete saw some people there at the restaurant that he knew and waved to them. We sat at a small table, but before we knew it, fans soon smothered us.

"Hey, how are you?" He smiled at his fans and gladly signed their books. He saw me looking rather uptight next to him and dismissed all of his fans. "Sabrina, I'm sorry, it's just my fans are my fans. I told them to leave because I wanted to spend time with you." He smiled.

"Wait, how do you know my name?" I was confused.

"I know a lot about you." He remarked and looked at the menu.

"Angela told you, huh? I figured. That girl can't keep her mouth shut for 1 minute."

"Well, she told me that you might be interested..." Pete stared deep into my eyes as if he was puting me in a trance.

"Welcome, Kidman, miss..." The waiter woke us up.

"Kidman?" I asked.

"It's my wrestler name." He started to search the menu. "Pick out whatever you want, Sabrina. I'll pay."

"Flying Fury French Fries? What?" I seemed very confused.

"Flying Fury is Rey Mysterio, Jr. They name food after wrestlers and stuff here." The waiter remarked.

"I'd like a Jackhammer Burger Combo and Shooting Star Press Cheese Sticks." Kidman had obviously been here before.

"Um..." I searched for something that might be appetizing.

"I'll come back." The waiter walked off.

"I'll help you decide." Pete put his arm around me and told me what each item and meal was.

I felt like I was in Kindergarden. "Ok, I'll get the Diamond Cutter Burger and the Flying Fury French Fries." I proudly stated when the waiter came back.

"So, why are you working at a car mechanic place?" Pete questioned once the appetizers arrived.

"Well, I grew up with my dad after my step mom left with my step sister, Kristen. I always wanted to help him fix the cars. It's stupid, but it's naturally easy to me." I explained. "So, why are YOU a wrestler?"

He laughed. "Because I love it. I've always had the greatest time making the crowd happy and I just like it a lot."

"No offense, but at first you seemed like the kind of guy I'd expect to see at strip bars every weekend. But, the more I talk to you, the... MORE you seem like that kind of guy..."

"You figured me out. I'm at Wet n' Wild every time I come down here."

"Oh my gosh! Were you at it Sunday night?" I almost choked on a cheese stick.

"Why? Are you a stripper there or something?" Pete moved in closer and smiled.

"No! My sister was just there hunting down men, you might have seen her." I playfully pushed him.

"No, I wasn't there that night. I was at home watching the Nitro Girls Swimsuit Pay Per View... on tape..." He just smiled.

After lunch, I drove back to the car shop, with Kidman at my side. I was working on his car some more once I got back. "You know, you can go home..." I said from underneath the car.

"No, I love seeing a woman work and get dirty." Pete hinted.

"I'm sure YOU mean a different kind of work though." I commented. "Damn..." I had dropped a wrench and it bounced next to Pete's foot.

"Hey, how about I stay until you are done work, we go get dinner and maybe go see a movie?" Kidman reached for the wrench and handed it back to me.

"Thanks." I grabbed the tool from his soft moist hands. "Um, I don't know. I--I, I'd just..."

"I understand if you don't want to, or you don't like me. I just really want to be with you." Pete interrupted me.

"Oh my Lord..." I freaked out. Some guy actually wanted to be with me! I tried sitting up, but, stupid me, forgot about the car and banged me head on a pipe and got knocked out.

I woke up in a hotel bedroom to see Kidman staring at the floor, waiting for me to wake up.

"Ouch..." I rubbed my head. "What happened, Pete?"

"You hit your head on something under the car. I freaked out. I thought you were dead." Kidman sat on the bed next to me.

I stared off in space, trying to remember what happened but I couldn't remember a thing.

My cell phone rang. It was probably Kristen again. I wonder what boyfriend broke up with her this time. I reached for my cell phone to answer.

"Don't get it." Pete leaned in and was so close, I felt his warm minty breath on my ear. "Let's just..." Pete started kissing my face down to my chest.

I was enjoying every second of it and returned each kiss with a passionate moan. It was all perfect, until...

"Room service!" Some man knocked at the door.

Pete just controlled himself and opened the door.

"I ordered some dinner for us, Sabrina, I hope you don't mind." Pete gave the man a 50 dollar bill. "Keep the change..."

After the young man had left, we ate the scrumptious dinner and decided to order a movie on pay per view.

"No Nitro Girls Swimsuit Edition!" I yelled from the bathroom.

"What about some porno?" Pete laughed.

"You order porn, and I leave you to yourself." I came out the bathroom and sat next to him.

As he was about to kiss me, I remarked, "Oh! I wanted to see that for a long time!"

He gave an exhastperated sigh. "You wanna order it then?"

"Nah, that's okay." I layed down on the bed and stretched. "I'd rather do something better."

Pete started to crawl on top of my body, my body wanted it, but my mind wasn't ready yet.

"Pete, stop. I can't do this." I started and I saw his face of pure disappointment. "Not now at least."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have rushed you into it." Pete walked out of the hotel room sulking.

"Great. I lose everything. I'm so stupid." I grabbed my purse and tried chasing after him.

I ran down to the lobby but he was nowhere to be found. Maybe he was in the bar? I checked the bar, it was surrounded with people, but no Kidman.

I walked out upset, ready to go home and never see Kidman again by such a mistake I had made.

"Excuse me, do you know where room 122 is?" A strange man asked me.

I looked at him. "No, I'm sorry, I'm not staying here." I started to walk off.

He pushed me against the wall. "Well, maybe you can help me find it. That's a nice dress you have on there... I'm sure it would look even better off." He rubbed his dirty hand up my shivering face. He pulled out a shiny long knife.

"What the hell are you doing?" Pete angrily asked as he came into the hall where we were.

"It's none off your business, so just leave." The man pressed me harder against the wall. He rubbed his knife down my hips and up my chest. I just prayed Pete wouldn't leave me.

Kidman began to walk off and figured it was stupid to even get involved. I thought the man would either kill or rape me that very second. Each tear that fell down my rosy cheeks was a silent cry for help to Pete.

"You scream help and I'll end your life right this very second." The man pointed the knife at my heart.

My life flashed right before my face, it was so short. It couldn't end now, I had so much I hadn't done yet. I just couldn't die.

"Hey jackass, you forgot about me calling for help." Pete had come back to save me. "I called the police, Sabrina, they'll be here any second to take this guy away."

"Yeah, but they aren't here now, are they?" The man drew out the knife and pointed it closer to my chest. "So, what to do until they get here... maybe kill some people?"

I cried even harder believing Pete had no skills, after all he was just a wrestler. What could he do?

Pete punched the man in the stomach, causing him to drop his knife. I was too afraid to move. Pete continued the punishment and started to make the horrible man bleed. I scurried to get the knife before he did. Kidman grabbed it out of my hand and pointed it at his chest. "You want to kill someone, kill me! But leave her alone."

The man stared at Kidman with a crazed look in his eyes like he had been taken over by a mad man. He was startled by the sirens of the cop cars outside the hotel, but Kidman did not move, nor did the knife in his hand.

Later, the man was taken away by the cops and I was given a ride home by an officer. I thought Pete would never speak to me again after he risked his life for mine. I just took a shower and laid down, praying there would soon be a man that I could find like Pete, but I doubted I could find another one.

After my shower I laid down in bed, and started to read a novel. I hoped it would put me to sleep. I heard a noise outside of my apartment. I imagined it was that man coming back to get me. I grabbed my large novel I had been reading and headed for the door. I saw a shadow and ran charged right for it screaming. The shadow moved and I landed on my sofa.

"Oh, I'm sorry. There's got to be a light here some place." A man resembling Pete apologized. I thought it was Pete because that was all that was on my mind. Pete was everywhere in my head.

The light came on and I arose from my unusual position from landing on the couch. It had been Pete! He sat down next to me and put a duffel bag right in front of me. "This is for you." He smiled.

"What is it?" I examined the bag closely.

"Not the bag... it's inside it." He laughed.

I opened up the bag and found several types of food, some tennis shoes, and a bottle of champagne. "Ok, why are the tennis shoes in here?"

"Oops, I forgot those in there." He grabbed the shoes and placed them on the floor next to the sofa.

"This is sweet. I'm glad you dropped by. I thought you would never speak to me again..." I looked down at the ground.

He raised my chin up with his finger and kissed my lips slowly. "I will always speak to you." He began kissing me slowly and gently. I put the bag on the floor and layed down with him laying on top of me. My dog started barking as we kissed. Pete just grabbed one of his tennis shoes and threw it near the dog.

Pete kissed up and down my body, fulfilling my every wish. I moaned with pleasure that none of my ex-boyfriends had ever heard. He rubbed his soft hand up the side of my stomach and knew just what turned me on.

Kidman had ended my mind being plagued with passion, for the passion came to my that very moment. It was something I had never felt before and he gave it to me, just how I wanted it... good and dirty...

I awoke that next morning in my bedroom laying next to Kidman who was still asleep. I thanked him for last night with a sweet kiss. I got dressed and called my sister Kristen. I was too proud for anything nasty that she would say.

"Kristen?" I cleared my throat.

"Yeah, who is this?" Kristen asked.

"It's Sabrina."

"Sabrina? Guess what, I had some amazing sex last night with Larry--" She had began.

I cut her off. "Look I hate it when you go around and sleep with men and always rub it in my face how you had great sex with some loser off the side of the road! Well, listen here, Kristen, I had some great sex last night with a wrestler! So what? Just shut the hell up and stop calling me, I don't want to hear about your damn sex life!" I hung up the phone.

"Well, you certainly told her off." Kidman woke up from my screaming.

I laughed and hopped back in bed with him. "Sorry about that."

"If you think that was great... you'll love the second time..." He hinted.

"Oh boy, I can't wait." I kissed him on the lips.

While Pete took a shower, I decided to join him. One can only get themselves so clean, but two can get SQUEAKY clean. After we took a shower, I called up Angela and invited her to go get some breakfast with us.

"Us? Who is this us?" Angela was shocked. "Did you get it with a perverted Backstreet Boy with a green placemat?"

"No, I actually got it with Pete Gruner. You know, Billy Kidman..." I layed on my bed.

"Oh my gosh! Are you kidding me?! Good for you, Sabrina. I'm happy." She laughed.

"Thanks. AND I told off Kristen." I bragged.

"Wow, two in a row, you are on a roll."

"Yeah, I'm glad."

"Hey, and to add one for me. Scott and I are getting married."

My mouth dropped. "You are getting married?!"

"Yeah, I tried calling you last night on your cell phone but SOMEONE didn't answer..."

"I thought you were Kristen, I'm sorry. Well, that's great!"

"So, I'll meet you at Denny's, 'kay?" Angela stated.

"Sure, we'll be there. Bye!" I hung up the phone.

Pete and I got dressed and headed for Denny's. Somehow, my life had finally turned out right. I'm sure tonight I'd be getting a call from my mother about recapping the last 5 years of my life, since something finally had happened.