I wasn't too keen for wrestling to start. I still could not consider myself to be intimate with their personalities, and them being close to me, so I didn't think I could handle what I had to do.

Vince had a special room put aside that was decked out in gold, silver and red. It was the "Pleasure Room". What was to go down was going to be…odd.

After the opening act in the ring, John Cena walked through the halls with a purpose. He sought a certain room, and the camera followed him. He smiled when he found an unmarked door, but a bell hung from the doorknob. He turned the knob and walked in. He shut it before the camera could go in.

"Hello John," I greeted, turning from the tea I was making to see him. "Are you here for what I think you're here for?" Yes, a camera was in my room. A lovely curtain covered the bed from the camera, so when we went behind, we would be away from prying eyes. Or at least that's what we wanted people to think, for some. John, I'll fuck.

"Yeah, you know I'm a regular."

"I'm very intimate with that fact, yes," I said, walking up to him closely. He eyed the golden and scarlet robe I was wearing, letting his fingers caress the silky material. "When is your match tonight?"

He took a second to answer, his hands running up my silk-covered arms, "Main event. I have a little less than two hours."

"No promos?"

"No."

"And you wish all that time spent with me? You know my price. Are you willing to pay?"

"Yes. You're addicting, Jas."

He pulled me closer to him and laid a chaste kiss upon my lips. I pulled away with a sly smile.

"If I pay extra, will you do something kinky?"

"I'm a companion, John, not a dominatrix." I shooed him in the direction of the bed, but first going back to my tea to take a sip. Then I crawled onto the bed, behind the curtain. The camera caught my robe being thrown to the floor before cutting to commercial.

The camera left the room as John kissed my cheek. Then jumped on me. We were laughing before I pushed John off. He wasn't, but I continued to laugh. He pushed me down on the bed, coming up tightly between my legs. I was now in a strapless bra and short shorts; two things that could be easily taken off.

"Why don't we actually go through with it this time? Door is locked, I'm on, and I'll seriously pay."

"We're going to have a promo soon, John, where we're interrupted."

"I'll be fast," John whispered as he laid his lips on mine again. His fingers took hold of the skimpy top and unhooked it with ease. He ripped his own shirt off to press it tightly against my own, his lips taking hold of mine as if they never left. He tore my shorts off and his own. He wasn't too gentle, not that it really mattered, and he liked to be the dominant.

Too bad.

I flipped him so I was on top. I took it at a slower pace, making John whine and groan. Then he sat up, taking my hips. I heard the bell ring as John kissed down my neck.

"Hello?"

"I thought you said the door was locked," I whispered. He didn't answer. I pulled the blankets up to cover my butt and legs. My back was to whoever rudely pulled the curtain aside.

"Can I help you?" I asked, John still kissing my neck and still inside me.

Randy Orton smirked down at me. "Found her."

"You must wait your turn." I yanked the curtain back and helped John finish up. He kissed me before letting me go. He went into his pocket and handed me a few hundreds with a wink. He got dressed quickly on the bed and left. My robe was on the other side of the room, so I had to bring the blankets around me before I could step out from behind the curtain. Randy Orton, Ted DiBiase and Cody Rhodes stood before my teacup and kettle with smirks and grins. Randy stepped forward, looking me up and down. I raised an eyebrow at his ignorance.

"Can we see what you're offering?" Orton asked, smirking and trying to visualize me without the blankets. Only, he thinks I'm clothed underneath. I smiled and walked over to the tea that was now cold. I took a sip and turned back to them. I stood in front of the camera and shot them a look of apology before unfurling the blankets from my body.

All three pairs of eyes shot open, but only Randy was smirking. I wrapped the blankets around me again before walking over to him.

"Am I good enough?" I inquired slyly, arching a perfect eyebrow. He looked down at me as if he were going to kiss me—kind of like John.

"Better than good enough," he said, "But we aren't here to screw around. We're here to propose something to you."

"In the country that is America, having more than one spouse is illegal," I joked, making Cody snort to keep in his laughter. I smiled at him before turning back to Randy. "What is it, Orton?"

He took me by the arms roughly, "I won't propose it anymore; I'll force you instead. You are to be in Legacy with us, and be our personal Companion. You will do what you can to please us, and if you don't, well, let's just say you will oblige against your will."

"Threats do nothing, Orton, and you aren't in much of a position to force me into anything," I said, stepping even closer, but sliding my knee up to press against his groin. "Press hard enough and you will cry."

I heard him gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

"Please?" I heard from Ted. I lowered my knee slightly to look over Rand's shoulder to see Ted and Cody. Ted's smile was imploring, and Cody mirrored that look. Randy was much too proud to beg like them.

My knee completely left Randy as I walked over to the boys.

"Would you satisfy me if I do for you?"

"We'll try our hardest," Cody piped up. Ted nodded.

"Hm…" I murmured, looking both boys up and down, "You two seem lovely enough. I would be more than happy to work for you, but—." I turned around to look at Randy "—you have to be more sensitive, darling. Swallow your pride, and I'll do the same."

He stepped up to me again, but I didn't budge. He looked down at the blankets again, then back into my eyes.

"Fine."