Chapter 8
Sine was woken up by Brandon screeching something about how fantastic the pictures had come out and groaned, sitting up. She looked down, surprised to find her ex-boyfriend/fuck buddy David still there, realizing he must've had one Hell of a night at the bar. He was a bar bouncer, especially with his size. Sighing, she slipped out of bed, sliding her feet into her favorite high heeled fuzzy slippers, a gag gift from Brandon and Namine. She knotted her black silk robe before walking out into the living room. "You have to stop finding my spare key!" She snapped, accepting the cappuccino he held out for her as a peace offering, and looked at the two poster sized layouts before her. "Wow, that body paint came out better than I thought." She smirked before looking over Namine's. "Hmmm too much flame, Brandon. We need to lighten it some, we want her curves to be accented by the shadows and firelight, not outdone by glare."
After doing some last minute editing while Brandon retreated to the dark room, Sine went back upstairs to take a shower and dressed for the day. She was up, she knew it, sleep was out of the question now. She sighed, wondering what she felt like wearing today and opted on a pair of form fitting black pleather pants with a black tank top, matching heeled boots, and lots of silver bracelets around her wrists. It gave the outfit a splash of color. "Back to slave labor…" She giggled, thinking these two clients had better be paying pretty damned good cause this was cutting into her sleep.
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'Taker sat in the hotel room, staring at the wall, his knee bouncing up and down in anticipation in seeing Sin on this night. He was wearing a simple black leather vest that buttoned up the front, showing off just enough chest for a tease, though he didn't realize it. He had on black jeans that were so tight on him, anyone could clearly see what religion he was. His thoughts couldn't tear away from her and he'd been searching the website all day. Finding all sorts of pictures with his gimmick as well as celebrities. He'd tear their heads off if they ever came near her after he was finished with his sacrifice. The mere thought made him tingle with desire as he growled, wishing time would go by faster.
Looking up from his spot on the couch, his own laptop before him, Steve was thinking this was a seriously good investment. "What's wrong with ya?" He asked, having heard the growl. He was in his normal tight blue jean shorts that firmed his tight ass and ripped waist, t-shirt that hugged his muscular chest, looking like it was going to bust off of him. His blue eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he waited for 'Taker's answer.
"Time is going by way too fuckin' slow." 'Taker admitted openly, raking a hand through his hair, leaving it down for the time being. He'd be pulling it back in a low ponytail soon before they left as he sighed, scrubbing his face with his hand, and growled again, "I want to go now!"
Steve shut down the laptop with a heavy sigh, wanting the same thing. "Have ya even thought 'bout what yer goin' to say to her?" He asked curiously, having been giving the matter some thought himself all day. "Ya know, ya goin' to act…normal, right?" He chuckled, loving to rib the man when it came to his gimmick. 'Taker just gave him the finger, using Austin's patented one finger salute before laying back down in bed, Sin never leaving his mind.
A few hours later, around six thirty, Steve looked up as 'Taker started tying his hair back, glancing over at the clock. "You ready to go meet these ladies?" He asked, trying not to smirk. He shook his head, trying to picture the expression on Ames face when she seen him, but couldn't get past that pouty look from the layout he'd seen. "Damn."
"I was born ready, Austin." 'Taker retorted cockily, smirking over at his adversary, and rubbed his hands together. His broad shoulders were squared while his arms were covered from wrist to shoulder in colorful, beautiful tattoos. "Let's go, it'll take a good half an hour to get there." He ordered and walked out, his stuff in hand, not planning on leaving Sin's house that night at all. Steve just shook his head and followed, muttering something about people taking their work home with them.
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After filing the contract away in the file in her desk drawer, Namine looked at the clock and felt her eyes widen when she seen it was past six. She immediately gathered up her things and instantly ran out of the building, to her car, and got inside. She peeled out of there, squealing her tires, and drove at rapid speeds to Sine's house, not realizing how much time she'd spent in John's office. 'Damn it!' She thought, punching the car to eighty miles an hour, and finally stopped five minutes later, squealing to a halt in Sine's driveway. Walking inside after using the key, Namine burst in and shouted breathlessly, "Sine?!"
Sine came walking out of the back room where they kept the photos, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Hey honey…" She glanced at Namine. "You need a shower and to change. You just came from the office didn't you?"
Sighing heavily, Namine nodded as she raked a hand through her hair, not caring what she was wearing at the time. "No, I don't need a shower. I went home after leaving here before going to work." She informed, walking over to hug her, and smiled when she seen her holding her picture. She snatched it and grinned as she looked at it, nodding in approval. "Very nice!" Namine loved it. It turned out perfectly and actually looked like the real Stone Cold was in her bed. Yeah, in her dreams!
"Tell me I'm a genius. I'm telling you, they'd best be paying really fucking well because it took me hours to get it looking like that." Sine joked, picking up a half empty bottle of Strawberry wine, and taking a sip. "Brandon went home an hour ago so I've been finishing up…" She glanced at the clock, sighing. "How was your day?"
"Horrible as usual, but I think I'm slowly starting to make him understand the concept of the word no." She answered, though she didn't realize how WRONG she was in that statement, and sighed. She grabbed a glass, pouring herself some wine, needing to take the edge off, and downed it. "I'm just glad to be away from the office and here. Ready to meet these men who requested these pictures?"
"I'm ready to see if the man matches the voice." Sine laughed, letting her hair down from the bun she'd pinned it in, shaking it down her back, the ends curling about her waist. "How 'bout you?" She teased, smirking when Namine's cheeks tinged red. "I seen that look, that voice knocked your own ass for a loop."
"You have no idea. I haven't been able to get his voice out of my head." She admitted, running a hand through her own hair, and leaned against the couch. She rubbed her eyes as she stifled a yawn. She'd taken a small nap during her hour lunch that day, but that was it, so she didn't have much energy inside of her at the moment. "Even YOU have to admit, they sounded fine as Hell on the phone."
"I admit it." Sine agreed, not ashamed, and retrieved another bottle of wine, refilling both of their glasses. "Cheers." She toasted, clinking her glass against Namine's before swallowing hers half down. "Guess who paid me a visit early this morning?" She asked casually, walking over to a table, and studied the selection of pictures she and Brandon had put together for their new customers.
"David." Namine knew exactly who it was, just by that sly smirk that crossed Sine's face, and sighed. She hated the fact that the man wouldn't leave her sister alone, especially after their rather cruel break up. Then again, if Sine didn't mind having consensual sex then there was nothing she could do to stop her from doing so. "I really wish you would just stop seeing him already. He's going to end up hurting you again." She chastised, running a hand through her hair, and downed her second glass of wine, deciding that was enough for now.
"How?" Snorted Sin, flashing a photo of Namine with the digital Stone Cold entwined in the bed with her in her face. "We're done, it's just sex, right?" She shook her head and suddenly stared at her best friend helplessly. "I can't help it, sweetie. He's good in bed." She giggled, quickly getting that smirk back on her lips that hid most of her pain.
"Whatever floats your boat, I guess." She commented back when a knock sounded at the door, causing her eyebrow to quirk, and slowly stood up from it. It was time. It was the moment of truth. It was the mystery men as she looked over at Sine, an apprehensive look in her eyes and walked over to her sister. "Shall we?" She asked nervously.
Sine smiled slightly, knowing how shy Namine could be, and decided now would be a perfect time to get the girl somewhat over it. Or at least try. "Go for it. Coming!" She called out before slipping into the kitchen, trying not to laugh.
"You bitch!" Namine whispered harshly at her best friend and started to tremble a little. The nerves were building inside of her stomach and took a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart. Walking over, Namine mentally counted to three and opened the door. Her jaw literally dropped to the ground as her eyes bugged out of her head, blinking repeatedly. Her eyes were staring into the orbs of none other than Stone Cold Steve Austin and The Undertaker.
'Taker stood there on the porch, Steve right beside him, that cocky smirk playing on his lips, and knew this was Ames. He recognized her picture instantly and had to admit, she was beautiful in person, but nothing like Sin would be. "Are you going to let us in or just stand there like a fish out of water, Ames?" He asked amusedly though his tone had gone into his gimmick.
Steve looked down at her, his blue eyes widening. This woman was even more beautiful in person! He offered a tentative smile, seeing the look on her face. "Hello…Ames." His voice was soft, her name just rolling off his tongue.
This wasn't happening This was NOT happening! How in the Hell could they be here?! Namine felt faint as he stumbled back a little, shaking from head to toe, and swallowed nervously when the men stepped inside. "S-Sine?" She finally found her voice and called out shakily, not able to take her eyes form the huge men, more importantly, the Texas Rattlesnake, and took a really big deep breath.
Sine frowned, hearing how shaky Namine's voice was, and was instantly on guard. She was expecting some perverts because that did occasionally happen. Sickos. "Comin' sugar." She said, her husky voice low, hoping she was wrong. Setting down her wine glass and stepping out into the living room, Sine froze when she seen none other than the one and only Phenom, The Undertaker, standing in her presence, along with Stone Cold Steve Austin. "Oh my god…"
'Taker's emerald green eyes instantly locked on her as she stepped into the room, trailing them down her body, taking her completely in. She was gorgeous in her photos, but even more breathtaking in the flesh. He seen the shock in her eyes and had to smirk, knowing both him and Austin had thrown the women for a loop, and raised a questioning brow. "Hello there, Sin." Her name dripped from his mouth in that low, baritone voice he used in the ring as The Undertaker.
Steve frowned slightly, having not expected this reaction from Ames. Well actually, he didn't know what he'd expected. He knew the woman in the pictures was a brazen lady. However, the woman before him seemed seriously nervous. Possibly even petrified.
Namine kept slowly backing away, her gut instinct telling her to do so, and stood right beside Sine, trembling from head to toe. 'What the HELL are they doing here?!' She thought frantically, her big green eyes widened in shock and fear, knowing they'd found their pictures online.
Sine instantly felt a surge of electricity course through her body at that voice, her eyes widening, a mixture of curiosity, fear and something else she wasn't about to describe filling her. She glanced at Namine and reached out to put a hand on her shoulder, offering a reassuring smile before taking a deep breath. "Look, the pictures are just for fun. We didn't mean to offend you guys or anything." She said calmly, wondering if that's what this was about, somebody spotting them and what not.
"Relax." His voice rumbled throughout the house, causing Sine's insides to quake, and darkly chuckled as he crossed his massive arms in front of his chest. "We're not here to hurt you or sue you. We simply came here to meet the women who use us so admirably in their pictorials. Isn't that right, Austin?"
Steve seen Ames looked like she was about to bolt and offered his own reassuring smile, raising his hands up. "We're not here to cause ya ladies any trouble." He assured, his words for both of them though he was starting at Ames, nodding at 'Taker's words.
She couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't breathe, nothing! Her feet felt like they were super glued to the flooring beneath as the tears suddenly filled her eyes. What the Hell were they doing here? Namine instantly started to slowly calm down when she heard The Undertaker assure them that they were there to just meet them. That didn't stop her insides from shaking as she sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair, and hid behind her best friend. No words came from her mouth, her vocal cords picking the time to stop working.
Sine actually blushed, something she hadn't done since her first actual layout, wondering if maybe she should've stuck with someone semi-safer as a subject. Like maybe someone dead. "Um…" She was at a loss for words and raked a hand through her own black hair, feeling Namine behind her, and sighed inwardly. So much for pulling her out of that shell. "Meet us? Then why arrange those pictures? That was YOU wasn't it?"
Steve felt bad when he seen Ames hiding. "Look, we're not stalkers or anythin', we just seen the pictures and wanted to meet ya." He said softly, looking behind Sine at Ames, who was hiding from him.
"We had to find some way to meet you ladies without your fear overpowering." 'Taker simply replied, taking a step toward Sine, never uncrossing his arms, his emerald green eyes piercing her soul and knew he had her. Her eyes were smoky as he licked his dried lips. "Tell me somethin', Sin, "He began, walking over to stand behind her, moving her hair from her neck while Ames instantly backed away from him. "Do you want to be sacrificed for real?" His voice was a whisper, a husky, low whisper as his hot breath poured on her ear.
Sine slowly turned around to stare up at him. "You're…You're joking right?" She whispered, feeling like she would melt at his feet at any given second now.
These men were gigantic compared to how they looked on television as Namine slowly moved away from Sine, her eyes never leaving Stone Cold's. She swallowed nervously as she began to tremble again and suddenly bolted through the kitchen and out the back door. "No way, this is not happening, no fucking way!" She whispered to herself and ran down the stairs, tripping in the grass, and scrambled up to her feet. Namine winced as she headed over to the gate that lead to the front of the house, lead to her car, and lead to her freedom.
