Ashli Caroline Maraschino walked into Metamorphous an hour late as usual. She went passed the men anxiously waiting for her arrival in front of what she considered to be her office and ignored the lustful looks given to her. But who could blame them. Her bronze skin was perfect from head to toe without a blemish in sight. She was always dying her hair different colors depending on her mood but after college, she decided to show off her mahogany curly hair, inherited by her father. Thanks to her mother, who was half Italian and half black, she was fortunate for her emerald green eyes that complemented their almond shape. Ashli went into the locker room and started changing into her blue and yellow Chinese inspired dress, mandatory for her job. Just as she was about to leave, she heard the deep voice of her boss talking to someone on the phone. John Cena, owner of Metamorphous spa, gym and health bar was a woman's fantasy and a pain in Ashli's ass. Ever since she got the job, she's tried to get this guy to sleep with her but he was not budging. He was committed to his wife, or so he said. As much as he wanted to act like a saint, she knew if it wasn't for her father, he'd be all over her in a second. He hanged up when he got to the locker room and just stared at her.

"Tell me you got here an hour ago and I didn't see you," he said.

Ashli shrugged. "Not a liar so…no."

"Ashli you know that we have a tight schedule today. Why of all days-"

"Calm down John, seriously."

"It's Mr. Cena to you Ashli."

"Oh please. Look, I'm here right? And you know I always take care of my customers. And I could take care of you-"

"We've already been there Ashli. I have a wife at home and you have a job to do right now. Get out there before I fire you."

"You are such a dick."

"Yeah whatever. Hurry up." He crossed his arms over his chest as he watched her storm out the room and into the spa room. A very muscular man with short brown hair was standing in front of her door, smirking at her.

"Good morning Chris. It's a bit too early for you isn't it?"

He shrugged. "Had a bad night with my girl. Needed to release some steam."

She smiled. "Well, I'm always here to help."

She opened the door and turned on a switch near the desk. The standing fountain lit immediately, bringing a seductive vibe into the room. The round couch had rose petals all over it as well as the floor and the massage table. Chris took off his shirt and laid on his back on the massage table. Ashli wasted no time with climbing on top of him and using her hands to relax his muscles. He moaned in pleasure as she rocked back and forth on his hard shaft, now pressing up against her thigh.

"You like that baby," she whispered.

"Aww yeah," he moaned loudly. Then without warning, he rose up from the table and pulled her into a hard kiss. He lifted her dress as she quickly unbuckled his belt to his jeans. She took his 10 inch shaft into her hand and guided it into her already wet center. He switched positions with her until her legs were wrapped around his neck. Her back arched from the table as he went deep inside her. Chris let out a loud moan and began to slowly move inside of her. She moved her hips to his movement and bit her lip to hold in her screams of pleasure. He pounded faster and faster into her, becoming louder with each thrust. Ashli could feel him expanding inside of her and she knew their session was almost up.

"Alright, now," she moaned.

He pulled out and she quickly jerked him off causing him to release all over the carpet. He fell on top of her, breathing heavily.

"Wow, you never fail to impress," he smirked.

She pushed him off of her and fixed her dress. "You almost came inside me. That'll be extra." She extended her hand and tapped her foot on the floor. Puling up his jeans, he went in his pocket and took out a rubber band full of hundreds. She snatched it from him and shoved it in her bra.

"See you tomorrow babe," he said walking out into the hall. Ashli rolled her eyes and closed the door behind him. She was just about to take a shower in her private bathroom when she heard a knock on the door. She quickly hid the white spot forming on the carpet with the nearest rug.

"Come in," she yelled.

John peeped his head through the door. "Decent?"

"As always. Come in."

He walked in and sat down on the couch. "We need to talk?"

"I'm starting to think you're a bitch because you always want to talk. What do you want?

"If I were you, I'd watch your tone with me. That is, if you want to get fired."

"Alright already. What's up?"

"Bret called this morning looking for you."

Ashli tensed at the sound of her father's voice. "What'd you tell him?"

"That you were here on time and were busy with a customer."

She sighed with relief. "You are a life saver John. Big time."

"You know I got you. As much as you act like a bitch, you're still a close friend. But if it wasn't for the fact that your father was a criminal, I would've probably fired you by now."

She laughed. "I love you too John. And I promise that I'll be on time from now on."

He rolled his eyes and got up. Ashli stared at him from behind and smirked. "Nice ass," she yelled.
He turned to her with a smile. "You need to stop. Now get back to work. You have another customer."

"Wait, I need to take a shower."

"For what?"

Ashli pursed her lips, forgetting that he was aware of what she really did behind closed doors.

"Um, Chris was very sweaty. I think he came from the gym. I need to shower before the next person."

"Alright, make it quick." He closed the door and she took off her clothes for her shower.

Randy Orton went home bittersweet. After his fiancée sent him to the store, somehow he managed to make his way to Sewer where he met the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on. He felt some kind of attraction to her that even his wife's mind blowing head jobs couldn't distract him of this morning. But it all came to a halt when she kicked him out and confessed that she was married. Not that he cared too much but, he was hoping they would hook up again. Before he could even throw his keys on the counter, Mickie came flying downstairs with a baseball bat in hand.

"You better come up with a damn good excuse as to why you didn't come home last night," she said.

"Calm down. The office called me on my way to the store and asked me to finish up some things. I was gonna call you but-"

"Who the hell do you think I am? Some kind of stupid bitch or something?"

"Well, you're not stupid-"

"I'm not playing Randy. I played baseball all four years in high school so I know how to swing a bat."

"I'm telling you the truth Mickie."

She put the baseball bat down and crossed her arms over her chest. "Come here then."

Randy rolled his eyes and walked over to Mickie. She pulled him closer and started to examine his clothes and check his neck for hickies. Obviously, she was satisfied because she moved back with an apologetic look on her face.

"Sorry," she mumbled quietly.

"Yeah whatever," he said heading into the kitchen.

"Look, I was worried. I called your phone a million times last night. Didn't you hear it?"

Maybe that's why I kept hearing Al.B.Sure all night last night. I thought it was her radio. "Nope, never heard it."

"Well, maybe it was off or something. And why didn't you call me from the office then?"

Cause you would've traced the call back. "Forgot. I was so deep in work."

"Oh, well, I guess I should get ready for work."

"I guess so."

She glanced at him once more before heading upstairs to their bedroom. Randy sighed relieved that the girl didn't leave any marks on him. Except for the red mark that was forming on his back from pushing him off the bed. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain there and began massaging it with his hand. When he noticed the pain wasn't going away, he picked up the phone and called his friend.

"Hey, Randy, what's up?" his friend asked.

"Nothing much Mark. I just got this killer back pain and I need it to go away. I'm glad I got the day off."

"Staying home and rest huh?."

"Are you kidding me? So Mickie can annoy the shit out of me all day? Nah, I'm going out."

"Ask her to massage your back. That should do some good."

"I need a professional for this one."

Mark snickered on the other end. "Alright, then I definitely have the place for you. I'm going to get my weekly massage tomorrow at this place in Miami Beach. Wanna come?"

"Yeah. I think I can survive the day."

"Alright man. Take it easy."

Randy hanged up the phone and went upstairs to change. When he walked into his bedroom, he smelled the fresh scent of passion fruit mango shampoo that was now flooding from the bathroom. Mickie came out, wearing a bath towel wrapped around her head as well as her body. She began putting lotion on herself, every once and a while seductively looking at Randy. He tried his best to ignore her until she threw a pillow at his head.

"Damn it Randy. Can't you take a hint?"

"Can you? After all the work I did last night, I need at least an hour nap. I'm not really in the mood."

"Well, the only reason why you wouldn't be in the mood is if you received something already. Did you cheat on me?"

Randy rolled his eyes and looked her dead in the face. "No Mickie. I'd never cheat."

She chuckled. "How can you look at me in my face and lie to me like that?"

"Is it that hard to believe that I don't cheat on you? Come on, I think I learned my lesson the last time when I ended up in the hospital for three days."

"Obviously it wasn't long enough. I know you've been cheating. I just don't have the proof yet."

"There isn't any proof Mickie."

"I know you-"

"JUST SHUT UP ALREADY!"

Mickie gasped and put her hands on her hips. "Did you just scream at me?"

Randy sucked his teeth. "No, I was just taking really loud."

"Fine Randy. Be sarcastic now. I knew you'd never be man enough to be mature for once."

"What the hell are you talking about now? Look, why don't you just get ready for work and leave me the hell alone!"

Mickie lowered her head, afraid that he might see the upcoming tears about to stream down her face. He sighed and hugged her.

"I'm sorry babe. I didn't mean to-"

"No, maybe I have been nagging you too much. It's just that I love you so much and I'd hate to lose you over some dumb girl."

"That's never gonna happen. I proposed to you didn't I? You're the only one I want."

"Well I hope so." She took her clothes from the bed and locked herself in the bathroom. He rolled his eyes and chucked to himself. She's so weak. And that's why as much as I love her, I gotta let her go. Now the girl I was with yesterday, she's more my type. Confident, cocky, and she knows what she wants. Unlike Mickie, who settles for any and everything. I think I'll go back to Sewer tonight. Maybe she might be there and we can have a little recap of what happened last night.

He smirked to himself, and threw himself on the bed, getting ready for a long, relaxing day.