"Look at the legs on that one," Randy said to his best friend as they sat at a table on the top level, where they could look over the whole room, and all the girls.
"Nah. Too skinny," John replied. "No curves whatsoever"
"How about her friend"
"Curves in all the wrong places, bro," John laughed.
"Yeah, but she looks like she could swallow whatever you throw at her, if you know what I mean"
The men laughed at this as they continued to look over the dance floor in the exclusive club.
"Listen to you guys, you sound like you're talkin' about pieces of meat," Dave cut in.
"We are," Randy chuckled, taking a sip of his beer. "Hot, juicy meat."
They were all sitting together, waiting for the rest of the gang to come. Everyone had agreed on an early night so they would be prepared for the Pay Per View.
"They have a name for guys like you," Dave continued.
"Man-whores?" Adam offered helpfully.
"I'd go for Gods," Kennedy Kennedy put in.
All of them laughed at this, turning to look at the girls once more. To Randy's reasoning, women were created for men to enjoy. He could spend hours looking at a woman, learning their body language, all their little movements an mannerisms. That way, he'd know where exactly to place his lips when the time came. He knew he was a generous lover. Sure, like John and Adam, he loved the game, but for different reasons. He went into it only to look at their faces those last few minutes of ecstasy, pure pleasure brought on solely by him. He enjoyed every single one of the girls, and he could tell you their names even years after. Each one was different, and he could never get enough. They were mystical creatures, these women, and he loved being with them. Like John and Adam, he spat them out when he as done, but he thought himself an expert 'woman-taster'... He smelt them, tasted them, savoured them, enjoyed them... then spat them out. Same principle as wine tasting.
"Did Shawn call any of you earlier?" Dave asked. "He seemed kinda wierd, said he was bringing his girls and if any of us step over the line he'll kill us."
"We wouldn't hit on Toni, man. I've tried once, and trust me, she doesn't go training with Shawn for no reason!" John chuckled.
"Wait, his girls? Who else is he bringing? I thought it was guys only," Randy asked.
"Only because you've got no girls to bring," Ken retorted.
"Did he mention names?" Adam asked. No-one had noticed how he'd suddenly sat up in his seat.
"Yeah. Dani something or other."
"Shit! She's home," Adam exclaimed. "Fuckin' hell! Why didn't the bastard call me? She's home!"
He searched for his phone as he said this, took it out, put it back in his pocket and took it out again. He was totally oblivious to the stares from the other men as he mumbled to himself, debating whether to ring Shawn or not.
"Well, are you going to tell us what's got you so hyped up or not? Who's home?" Dave asked finally.
"Dani. Dani Davenport," he said, his excitement growing by the second. "Don't you guys know who that is?"
All the guys shook their heads and shrugged.
"Oh, that's right. None of you were with us at the time. She's Shawn's little sister, she practically grew up in the locker rooms, followed Shawn everywhere."
"So..." John said, looking for clarification. "She's home, and...?"
"Dude, where have you been? Remember when Shawn beat that guy up and had to be charged?"
"Yeah, but he never talked about it. No-one did," Randy said.
"That's because everyone wanted to kill the prick, too. You guys never met Dani because she started going out with this major shit, wouldn't let her out of the house or anything. But before that, she was everyone's baby. Could run rings round anyone, all she had to do was bat her eyelids and you were hers. Even Vince let her get away with anything. She must have been about six or seven when she started coming down with Shawn, so she was practically part of the furniture."
"So why haven't we heard about her till now?" Dave asked.
"Dude, she had it rough, man. When she met this guy, she blew everyone off, so no-one knows the full story. She was about 18 at the time. We'd hear bits and bobs from Shawn, but no-one ever saw her again. Then we all found out her boyfriend had tried to kill her. Strangled her, threw her down the stairs, hit her against walls... Shawn doesn't talk about it, and no-one asks. But everyone knows she disappeared as soon as she was well enough to walk. Shawn went out of his mind looking for her, but she just vanished. We all thought she was dead. Whatever happened to her with that prick, not even Shawn knows, but I can tell you, if I ever meet him again, he's dead."
This last bit was said with so much venom they all believed he would actually kill the man.
"That's rough. No wonder Shawn was always angry," Ken said. "If anyone hurt my sister, I don't know what I'd do."
And just that moment, Shawn walked through the door. From their vantage point, they watched him look around till he found them, then signal behind him.
In that moment, Randy's heart stopped. Coming towards them, between Shawn and Toni, was the most perfect creature he had ever seen. She wore her hair in a disarray of jet black curls above her head, exposing her long, delicate neck. Randy instantly saw himself lavishing it with tender kisses, trailing all the way down her body. And what a body! She wore a skimpy, backless, black and silver top that exposed her cleavage and toned stomach. He had no idea what was holding it up, but it would be mind-blowing to find out! She wore figure-hugging, hipster Capri pants, Randy had no trouble what-so-ever imagining his lips on her navel, his hands cupping that generously formed bottom. As they walked up the short flight of stairs to get to them, Randy could not help noticing the feet. She wore black and silver, high-heeled sandals. He had never, in his life, been a 'feet' person, but he found himself thinking of the many things he could do with those little toes.
"Damn..." Randy said breathlessly.
She was the only woman who'd ever given him a hard-on in a second, flat!
"Boy, you better put your tongue back in your mouth! She strictly off limits!" Adam snapped. "If Shawn doesn't kill you, I will!"
The men looked at each other and realised she'd had the same effect on everyone. It got Randy's back up. His head had already branded her his. None of these bastards would be allowed to even have a chance.
And then there was no time to think, because the witch was upon them, totally oblivious to the spell she had cast on all the men, and, undoubtedly, most women in the room.
Randy watched on as his woman got an intense hug from Adam. She was so tiny, he looked like he would break her. He judged her to be about 5 3" or 5 4". He heard none of the words spoken around the table as he looked closely at her. She had such perfect skin, smooth and lovingly toned by the sun, and the eyes were such an intense blue they looked silver. He'd never met anyone so perfect.
Then she spoke, and he almost embarrassed himself right there in front of everyone!
The voice... It was like honey dripping slowly off a silver spoon, so smooth... so sensual...
"Are you alright?" Adam whispered to her, looking intently into her eyes.
"Better than ever," she smiled. "I missed you, Adam."
"I missed you, too, Kinks. Lets do lunch, or something soon and talk."
Dani smiled, and Randy was so close to excusing himself. But he couldn't get up. Only then did he notice the look in Shawn's eyes. He was being warned off. The eyes told him if he made a single move towards Dani he'd die. He had a lot of respect for Shawn, but his heart knew this was something he could not just ignore. He had to have her. He would have her.
Dani sipped her drink and looked around. She'd had second thoughts about her plan. Second, third and fourth actually. How could she have ever thought that if she found a handsome man to sleep with she would forget what had happened to her? And of all the men to choose, why would she pick a wrestler, Shawn's friend? Shawn would kill him!
But as she had walked up those stairs, catching sight of the looks on the wrestlers' face, she had felt more powerful than before. Jamie had destroyed more than her spirit, he'd crushed her soul. Having men look at her as if she was actually desirable rubbed her ego a bit, and helped her make her decision. If she could have one of these men 'rub her ego' every night, she'd be up and running again in no time! And her target would be the fine Mr. Randy Orton!
He had not taken his eyes off her all night, she could actually feel the heat of that gaze on her flesh. It stirred up feelings in her that she had thought long dead. Shawn had noticed, too. She knew this because he had not taken his eyes off Randy. Her guess was he would do everything in his power to stop this unholy union, but looking up into the blue gaze she knew there was nothing that would stop her from having this man. He wanted her. She could practically see the steam coming off his body, she could feel it. Yes, this man would be the one. Tonight.
"Would you like to dance?" Dani asked Randy. What she meant was 'would you like to go back to the hotel and fuck my brains out?'
Without a word, he stood up and offered her his hand. That first touch was electric, sending a jolt down her body that she had not expected. There would be no foreplay with this man. His eyes and just a touch had already done the work for him!
"Dani!"
"Shawn, I'm fine," she cut in without even looking at him. "It's just a dance."
But it wasn't. It was more like sex. They heard none of the music, their bodies creating their own rhythm. As she moved her body all over his, she felt the passions that were raging inside him and realised the power she had over this man. When she dipped down and moved her body in moves even Christina Aguilera or Lil' Kim would envy, she did not need to look in his eyes to know what she was doing to him. This was a power trip like no other, and what she had planned for the night would only top it off.
"Are you ready to go?" she asked him.
He nodded his head. It was only then she realised she had robbed his power of speech.
A minute later they were in a cab, the charged atmosphere only intensifying. This was it. She was going to have this man, who she'd only met that night, and she was going to have him good.