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Hotel after Raw

"That's it take that dick!" Dean growled as he used a handful of my hair to guide my mouth up and down his hard shaft. I looked up into those big blue eyes and started to hum.

"Aw! Fuck! You know what I like princess." He purrs. Then suddenly he pulls me off his cock with a wet pop.

"What did I do Sir?" I pout.

"You didn't do anything wrong princess. Just want some different action. Now get on the bed." He orders. Without a word I get up on the bed on my knees facing him with my chin on my chest.

"Lay down on your back princess." He smirked. Again I follow his order without saying a word. The bed dips with his weight as he gets on his knees between my legs. He starts to stroke his hard cock with one hand while he lightly caresses my leg from ankle to hip. He slips a finger in my wet pussy, pulls it out, and puts it in his mouth.

"Looks like you need to be wetter princess." He growls. He slaps my clit with his open hand. I jump and let out a slutty moan. His hand speeds up on his cock. Then suddenly he crawls up over my chest and then turns around.

"Suck my dick again while I torture this clit of yours." He hissed. Without hesitation I took that dick into my mouth and suck him deep. "Oh! Fuck yeah! Deep throat that shit." He almost purrs as he gives my clit another 5 hard slaps. Then he bites it hard. He just keeps slapping my clit. I release his cock with a pop.

"Please sir. Please stop. It hurts!" I beg.

"Ok princess. "He says as he switches around again. "You want this dick now?"

"Please sir! Yes! I want it bad." I almost whisper. Without a word he leans over, grabs a condom from nightstand, rolls it on, and gets in position. He places one of my legs over his shoulder, while he wraps his hand around the base of his cock and shoves into me slowly. The moan I let loose is as close to a $2 whores as you can get without being a $2 whore. And then he's pounding into my pussy so hard the headboard is slamming into the wall.

"God! You have the tightest pussy princess! God it feels so fucking good." He pants as he continues to ride me hard. He leans down and bites my neck and I moan like a porn star. I arch my back off the bed. I claw at his strong back and meet his every thrust.

"Princess I'm going to….." I fly up off the bed dripping in sweat. I run my hand down my face, toss the covers back, walk into the bathroom, turn on the tap, and splash some cold water on my face. I look in the mirror above the sink. "God damn it Ambrose! You got in my fucking head!" I think to myself as I shut the light off and head back to bed.

Smackdown taping

I pull into the arena parking lot and head inside. I find my office, dump my stuff, and then head to catering. I got a plate of food and sat down. I had just taken a bite of my fruit salad when the yummy Wade Barrett sat down across from me.

"It's lovely to see you Miss Dragomire." He all but purred.

"It's lovely to see you too Wade. Please call me Kira or you can call me Angel. I answer to both."

"Angel. It suits you!" he says with a smile.

"What can I do for you Wade?" I ask as I take another bite. He leans in on his elbows.

"I was wondering if you were busy after the taping tonight."

"Actually, unfortunately I am Wade. But I will be free for breakfast tomorrow before I head home."

"Breakfast tomorrow it is." He proclaimed with a smile. He reached out, took my hand, and kissed the back of it before turning on his heel and leaving. I finished up my salad and headed to back to my office. On the way there I stopped a runner and asked them to go tell Roman I needed to see him in my office. I had just got settled on the couch when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." I ordered. Roman came in and sat down across from me.

"What can I do for you Akira?" he questioned.

"Have you heard of an ear wig?"

"Yeah, but only on cop shows. Why?"

"I am going to use one of those on you tonight to help you with your promo with Seth." I stated.

"Wow! Ok! How exactly would it work?"

"Well it fits in your ear and you can hear everything I say but no one else can."

"Sounds good. But what exactly are you trying to do with this?"

"All the greats do promos without scripts and I'm using this as a stepping stone for you to start you on the road to that." I replied.

"Well, that makes sense." He said with a chuckle.

"Could you please tell Dean I need to talk to him in about 10 minutes? Oh and don't forget I tag you two tonight and give you your hardware."

"Yep. No worries. We'll be at your room shortly after we get settled." He said and got up to leave. I waited ten minutes for Dean to show up. And I waited another ten on top of it. I got up with a huff and went to Dean's locker room. I found myself in front of his door sooner than I would have liked. I tilted my head to the side when I thought I heard something. But everything was silent. I knocked on the door and waited. When I didn't hear anything I opened the door. I sucked in a breath as I came face to face with Dean balls deep in Paige fucking her on the couch. He looked up with an evil grin and gave her a couple of hard thrusts and looked back down. Without thinking, I walked over beside the couch, and grabbed Dean by the hair. I pulled until he came up off the couch or lost his hair. He stood up slowly grinning like a mad man.

"Paige get dressed and get the hell out of here." I spat as I grabbed Dean by his bad arm and twisted it up behind his back. He let out a yelp as I shoved him face first into the wall.

"This is the last time you disrespect me like that Ambrose!" I hissed in his ear. I reached around, took the condom of his still hard cock, and walked him over to the garbage. I tossed the condom in and shoved him away from me.

"Get your fucking clothes on Ambrose!" I seethed. Without hesitating he did as he was told. I was pacing the room like a caged animal.

"What is your problem with me Ambrose?" I all but yelled.

"You really want to know Princess?" he spat. I swallowed hard at the name.

"Yes. I really want to know!"

"I don't think you deserve the position you're in. What experience do you have in anything? Let alone wrestling and being a bodyguard?" he spat.

"Well let's see. I've been acting since I was a new born. I've been wrestling or around wrestling since I 17. Hell I was trained by The Undertaker for Christ's sake. I was both women's champion and tag team champion so many times in Mexico I lost count. I was the woman's champion for 5 years off and on. I am a trained martial artist. I have a black belt in at least 4 different martial arts. I have weapons training in all those martial arts. Plus I was in the Navy for over 6 years. And on the business side I either own or co-own over a hundred businesses that are on the Fortune 500 list every god damn year. If that's not enough experience for you then I don't know what is!" I gushed.

"Can you take as much pain as a man can? Hell, no woman I know can!" he growled. I pulled my shirt up so he could see my entire torso.

"The scar on my shoulder is from a gunshot wound I got trying to save a friend back in 2005, which by the way he didn't make it through. The scar on my right hip is from being ejected from the car in an accident that killed my entire family. And the scar on my left hip is from a piece of shrapnel I got back in 2006 were 2 good friends got killed. I've seen your scars Ambrose and yeah they're bad, but they're from stupid shit and have no baggage. Whereas mine have baggage. By the way you jack ass I was coming here to tell you that I was going to ear wig you tonight to help you with your promo against Bray. Be at my office ten minutes before you're to go out and I'll get you set." I spat as I turned on my heel and walked out.