Two chapters in one night? Yay! XD
Oh, this chapter is dedicated to the ever-amazing WFSA! I thought of you guys when I was writing this last week. :)
Onto the story! I own nothing, but I wish I did, lol.
There was a long silence immediately after Andrei's proclamation. No one dared speak or move for a long moment until Mr. McMahon coughed.
"E-Excuse me?" Vince asked, jaw dropping even further. "Where..what...?"
"This is the Playgirl Mansion," Andrei repeated, saying each word carefully, wondering if he had mispronounced something. "And you're welcome to stay while you wait for your bus to be repaired. Please, make yourselves comfortable while we have your rooms prepared." As he was speaking a group of guys in speedos walked by.
"Coming to the pool, Andrei?" one of them, with long blond hair, asked.
"In a moment," the young host answered. "First I have to...take care of our new guests."
"Well, that's it, I'm outta here," 'Taker said quickly, turning on his heel and striding for the door. Vince rushed over to him and grabbed his arm before he could step outside, however.
"And just where do you think you'll go?" McMahon asked in a whisper. It wasn't a challenge, but an honest question. "Be reasonable, Mark, please. I know this is...odd...but it's the best we've got." He sighed deeply. "And if you leave, a lot of the guys will follow you. You know that."
'Taker snatched his arm away, face a picture of disgust. "Dammit, Vince, do you actually expect us to stay here? We could be here a whole week!"
"Or a single night," Vince countered. "C'mon, Mark, it's not that bad."
Edge interjected himself into the conversation with a groan. "Not that bad? We're surrounded by a bunch of men—some half naked!"
"And how is that different from any other day?" Glen asked calmly, ever the voice of reason. "We're wrestlers, for God's sake, we're always surrounded by half naked men!"
As the group began arguing, Andrei's features dropped into a frown as a thought occurred to him, and then his eyes lit up with a bright smile as they widened.
"Oh my God, it is Shawn Michaels!" he said loudly, in almost fan-boy fashion, walking over to HBK and grabbing him by the waist in a tight hug. "I knew I recognized you! You were in one of the most popular editions of Playgirl ever!"
Shawn turned beet red as the other wrestlers began to laugh, especially Hunter. "Actually I--"
"Everyone, it's Shawn Michaels!" Andrei announced, beckoning for all of the other nearby models to take a look. "Isn't he beautiful?"
"Wow, just like in the pictures," one of the younger men—this one with short, brown hair and green eyes—said in a reverent voice. There were several murmurs of agreement.
"Look at that golden hair!"
"And those gorgeous blue eyes!"
"He's so fit..."
"The Mistress loves you, Shawn!" Andrei continued, releasing Shawn's waist and taking his hand. "Oh, she'll be so excited to see you!" He clapped once, and, of all things, a golden chariot was pulled right into the living room, drawn by two beautiful...women?
The male wrestlers in the room stopped laughing suddenly as their collective jaw dropped when they watched the Heartbreak Kid get treated like a king.
Shawn couldn't help but smile a little as he was led into the cart, as all the guys commented on his "timeless beauty" and "fathomless eyes." With a mischievous grin, he waved farewell to his co-workers as the cart was pulled off into another sector of the grand house.
"Well I'll be damned," Kane said, breaking the silence that had fallen on the group. After another moment, Hunter shook himself, brown eyes going wide.
"Hey, wait! I'm his best friend!" he called, taking off after the chariot. "I'm Triple H!"
Andrei, who was still standing with the Superstars, laughed heartily. "Well, those two are definitely welcome," he said softly before turning now to the Divas, all of whom seemed to be a bit overwhelmed by the display. "And we'd be honored if you ladies made yourselves at home as well. There are very few women here at the Mansion, and I'm sure the boys would--"
"HELL YEAH!" As one, the Divas took off running, some jumping into the arms of the nearest non-wrestling male, and others grabbing two or three laughing cherubs and dragging them away. Vince shook his head—so much for their alleged "good image"—but then he reminded himself that the guys would probably do the same thing if they had broken down at the Playboy Mansion...
"So what are we supposed to do?" Cena asked, scratching his head. "I don't know about the rest of you guys, but I don't feel comfortable surrounded by so many dudes."
Andrei nodded. "Understandably." He took a little bell out of his pocket, and shook it gently. Within a few seconds, several women—all dressed as maids—walked into the room.
"Ladies, please show these men to the guest rooms," he asked kindly before turning back to the group. "I assure you, the guest rooms are in the far left wing of the Mansion, and very separate from those who actually live here. If you have any problems, just ring one of the bells provided in the rooms, and one of these beautiful ladies will help you." He winked at the wrestlers, quite a few of whom had already started drooling. "But don't mess with them—if you piss them off, you may just find yourself falling off a tower...or, even worse, locked away in the dungeon." He nodded to the women, and then motioned for those who wanted to go to their rooms now to follow.
Vince watched most of his Superstars walk off, following the maids like love-sick puppies, until he was left standing with only Glen and Mark, both of whom were shaking their heads.
"What are you two waiting for?" McMahon asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Nothin'. We're just going with you to talk to the owner of this place," 'Taker said with a wave of his hand.
"I don't need your supervision," Vince said somewhat irritably.
"Yes you do," Glen coughed before turning to Andrei. "If you please, Andrei, take us to your Mistress so that we can work out the details of our stay."
The beautiful young man nodded, and led the three large men through seemingly endless halls, and then up a large staircase. Glen would often comment on the architecture as they walked, while Mark would roll his eyes. Vince, however, seemed completely enthralled with the concept of the place. As far as he could tell, he was meeting with the female Hugh Hefner, and there was the potential for some serious money to be made...
Andrei stopped in front of a large, ornate door. "Here's the Mistress' room," he said in a low whisper before knocking on the door. "No one else is allowed up here except for me...and a few select others, of course."
"Why you?" Glen asked, suddenly curious.
"Because," the young model said with a proud smile. "I'm her boyfriend."
Mark couldn't hold back a short, derisive laugh. "Yeah, one boyfriend out of how many? 20? 30? 50?"
Andrei's dark eyes lost some of their humor. "That's not very nice," he said, still speaking softly. "And please don't say things like that to her, she'll become very upset. She is, first and foremost, a businesswoman, and she hates it when people assume that she's some sort of slut because she's in charge of this place." Turning from the trio, he knocked twice lightly on the door.
"Come in," a decidedly female voice called.
With a nod, Andrei opened the door, and held it open for Vince, Mark and Glen to walk into the large room. Instead of a brothel-ish looking bedroom, as they had expected, the three men were surprised to see what was more or less an office, with a glass desk by the large window facing out over the forest behind the Mansion.
At the desk sat a woman, dressed casually in a pair of loose-fitting jeans and a T-shirt that had a Playboy bunny symbol on the front. She looked up from her laptop, adjusting her glasses, and stood.
"Well, this is a pleasant surprise!" she said happily. "First Shawn Michaels and Hunter, and now Mr. McMahon and the Brothers of Destruction." She nodded to Andrei as she walked over towards the much taller men, and watched as he obediently left the room and closed the door after him. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" she asked, as she firmly shook hands with Vince, and then Mark and Glen.
"Nothing in particular," Vince answered, surprised at how very strange this woman was. She wasn't classically beautiful at all...but she had a certain charm about her...He had expected some trashy looking woman, but instead, he was standing with a female who looked like someone he could have passed a million times on the street and never noticed. "We just...our bus broke down a ways back, and we would appreciate it if we could stay here for a bit. While it gets fixed."
The woman nodded. "Oh, it would be my pleasure," she said with a toss of her dark hair, which was hanging in a loose ponytail tied at the base of her neck. "I'm sure that Andrei and the boys have showed you to your rooms..."
"Oh yes, they were most kind." Mr. McMahon took a moment to laugh. "In fact, I think they made my guys feel pretty comfortable, which is an amazing feat. Well, the women did at least."
"Ah, well, that's what the Maid's are here for—to help me out and to help my Bunnies get used to being around mostly men."
"Bunnies?" 'Taker asked before he could stop himself.
The woman chuckled, dark eyes glittering. "Yes, my Bunnies." She motioned to a group of chairs and bid them all sit down as she requested coffee and tea from one of the Maids. "You see, I recently became the owner of the Playgirl Corporation...The magazine wasn't selling very well, and they needed new management. It had become a bit of a novelty, and, to be blunt, a little trashy. I wanted it to have more class, more style, more intrigue than 'just a bunch of naked guys.' So, I got together with the pro at these sort of things, and we worked out a very nice idea."
"You made a deal with Hugh Hefner?" Vince asked, his respect for this woman growing by the second. He could see the terrible comment on Mark's lips and gave him a death glare before he could utter it. "What did you decide on?"
"I did. First he told me that I should make a Mansion for the male models, and then start calling them Bunnies. He said that it was all a part of the 'image,' and he was exactly right. Once the mystique grew, readership went up. The magazine was the same in function, but very different in form. And also, I decided to have more input from the readers as well. If they responded particularly well to a certain Bunny, he had a better chance at being the centerfold for the next month's issue. Also, if they had a friend or lover they thought would make a good Bunny, I opted to have them send in a picture of him. If the committee and I approved, he was brought in as a Bunny. And, of course, men could nominate themselves.
"Soon, we were getting hundreds of calls a day from men who wanted to move into the Mythical Mansion and become permanent models and even more calls from women who wanted to spend a night at the Mansion, especially when they saw who would be here." She chuckled. "Also, I was suddenly the envy of all the females, which, of course, created even more mystique...The revenue has been great, so far." She paused as the Maid set down their drinks, taking a small sip of her green tea.
"Actually, Hef gave me a lot of great ideas. And his Bunnies were really into my Bunnies...so, we made a few business deals. I can now legally use the name "Bunnies" for my boys and also the Bunny symbol, to represent my models. He was very open to the idea, and thought that our magazines would go well together." She chuckled. "He's actually a very kind, feisty old guy."
"I'm sure he is," Mark muttered, and Glen nudged him hard in the side.
"So, any questions?" she asked after a short silence in which everyone sipped at their drinks.
"Yeah, what's your name?" Glen asked suddenly, blushing as he lifted his mug to his lips.
The woman smiled. "Cynthia," she said simply. "Just an everyday-girl's name."
Vince leaned forwards. "So...You seem to be a smart businesswoman," he said, glad to see her approving nod. "Would you like to talk business some time?"
Cynthia nodded. "I think that would be an excellent idea, actually." She turned her full gaze on Mark, who actually felt it, and stiffened.
"The Undertaker," she mused, dark eyes narrowing. "The Deadman. Very tall...in excellent physical condition...green eyes to die for..." A slow smile crossed her face. "With all due respect, I think you'd make a fantastic Bunny, Sir."
'Taker started choking on his coffee as Glen began to laugh his ass off next to him. Cynthia shook her head, though.
"You'd make a good Bunny too, Kane," she said with a nod. "You seem to have a certain allure about you...like, crazy-sexy. Your skin looks smooth to the touch, as do your lips. Also in great physical condition, and a body made for...well, we'll let the readers fill in that blank. And your smile is really cute too." He started to turn beet red as the woman across from him looked him over.
"Are you kidding me?" he asked, a shocked expression on his face. Mark was still choking.
"Not at all," she answered seriously before turning to Vince.
"Mr. McMahon, I think a lot of your boys would make excellent Bunnies." She sat back in her chair and smiled. "I'll tell you what: I'll let you and as many wrestlers as you've brought to stay here as long as you like, with no charge, if they let me do a few photo shoots with them." She nodded towards Taker and Kane. "I'm sure there are women—and some men—all over the world who would kill to see their favorite Superstars in my Magazine. What do you say? I'll even finance the repair of your tour bus and give you 10 percent of the profit I make from the issue with your boys in it..."
Vince looked over at the two blushing brothers, both of whom were shaking their heads with frowns, mouthing the word, "NO!" over and over again.
"It's a deal!" Mr. McMahon said happily, standing up, along with Cynthia, and they shook hands briefly. "Thank you so very much Ms..."
"Snow," Cynthia said with a laugh as she made her way over to her desk. "But, please, just call me Cynthia." She sat down and took out a very archaic looking pen and began writing on a blank sheet of paper. "Now, then, Mr. McMahon, I'm just writing up the details of the contract...which I'll ask you to sign of course once we've agreed upon the terms..."
"Please, call me Vince."
"He can't do that to us, can he?!" 'Taker asked, turning to Kane, who was just a red as he was. "He can't just sell us out like that!"
"I...I don't know what to say..." the Big Red Machine said, occasionally blinking. "I mean...I wouldn't consider me to be Bunny material..."
'Taker gave his younger brother an odd look, and started to say something when the door burst open loudly.
"I'm a Bunny!" Shawn Michaels said happily, literally hopping into the room. He was dressed in a pair of black leather pants with a green stripe going down the legs. He had no shirt, but his arms were adorned with black gauntlets, also made of leather, and his feet with simple black boots. And, of course, on his head were the signature Bunny ears, and right on his butt, a cute, white cotton Bunny tail.
Right behind him, Hunter walked into the room, dressed almost identically, although he was allowed a black leather vest, and a green X was spray painted on the back of his leather pants, of course with the Bunny tail in the center of the X and a pair of white-and-green ears on his head.
Cynthia stood up and smiled at the two men approvingly, hugging Shawn first, and then Hunter. "Oh, you two look great! DX Bunnies!" she laughed, running a hand through Shawn's golden locks. "You're as beautiful as when you first posed for us..."
Shawn blushed a little, but had to admit to himself that it felt good to be getting complimented left and right. He could get used to a place like this!
"And you too, Hunter," Cynthia said with a wink. "I didn't know if you could pull of the Bunny ears, but they work surprisingly well." She walked over to him with a grin. "And look at this cute little tail..." She poked it once, before pausing, letting her hand graze over the Game's ass, and felt him stiffen. "You two look so cute!"
"I know!" Shawn said happily, taking Hunter's hand, who was still blushing furiously from the brief touch. "C'mon, Hunt, let's show the other guys!" Still hopping, he all but dragged Triple H out of the room, humming joyfully. Cynthia watched them go with a bright smile before turning to the Brothers of Destruction.
"I think you two will enjoy yourselves," she said with a mysterious chuckle. "That is, if you let yourselves enjoy yourselves." With that said, she rang one of the bells, and when the Maid appeared, she asked her to take 'Taker and Kane to the guest wing.
"So, Mr, McMahon..." she began, offering him a seat across from her at the desk. "The details of this contract..."
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