DISCLAIMER: As much as it breaks my heart to admit it, I do not own anyone or anything connected to Vince McMahon and his awesomeness. I can only claim property rights of OC.
My, my, my! I truly never expected to see you standing before me. There are not enough words in our language to express how utterly shocked I am. The invitation was sent as a gesture of good will. Considering your reputation, I would have bet you would never grace us with your presence. Laurent tells me that you are interested in speaking with our girls. As they are otherwise occupied, I am unable to grant your request. But I'm not wholly without heart. I have arranged for you to speak with someone who can answer any questions you might have. If you will be so kind as to follow Laurent, you will be taken to Alexa.
CM Punk followed Laurent down the dimly lit hallway. They passed at least a dozen doors, tightly closed against prying eyes. As he looked around, he felt a wave of curiosity wash over him. He knew what was going on behind the tightly closed doors. Any number of lewd, lascivious, outright unspeakable acts were being committed. He hoped to have a least a few minutes of time alone with the woman calling herself the Mistress. She'd done exactly as he expected; she cleverly excused herself from the inquisition she knew was inevitable. Shaking his head slowly, Punk continued down the hall, his steps muffled by the thick burgundy carpet. Just when he was beginning to believe Laurent was leading him into the very depths of hell, he stopped and knocked softly on a door.
A long moment passed before someone said "Come in."
Laurent paused long enough to straighten the jacket of his expensive black suit. He opened the door and quickly stepped aside to allow Punk to enter. Arching a brow, he looked around. He certainly hadn't expected to be taken to a lush office. His eyes were drawn to the massive black walnut desk. The wood was polished to an incredible shine. Tall lamps with cream colored shades sat on matching tables. They gave off an ambient glow that cast shadows into the corners of the room. A full size black leather sofa was placed along the far wall. Next to it sat a wing back chair, the black and white Fleur-di-Lis pattern blending perfectly into the room. A scarlet red throw pillow was precisely placed in the center of the chair. Punk felt a small smile tugging his lips. Of course the room would have a least some touch of the color usually reserved for women of ill-repute.
Laurent softly cleared his throat as he stepped into the room, "Madam, you have a visitor."
Punk's gaze was drawn to the woman sitting behind the massive desk. She wasn't what he was expecting. She was small in stature. He figured she would barely reach his shoulder. Her features were delicate, almost ethereal. Thick, glossy auburn hair was pulled away from her face in an elaborate knot. Her almond shaped eyes were hidden behind square shaped glasses. She smiled as she looked up at Laurent and set aside her heavy gold pen. Rising from her chair, she slipped off her glasses and set them precisely in the center of the blotter. He studied her as she moved to the front of the desk. She was dressed in a black pencil skirt that fell to just below her knees and an amethyst colored blouse. As she moved closer, Punk caught the faint scent of her perfume. The scent was light and fruity, making him think of warm summer days back in Chicago. Shaking his head slowly, he forced himself not to think that way. He was here on a mission and he would do his utmost to see it through to the end.
She smiled up at Laurent, "Thank you. I'll let you know if we need anything."
With a slight bow Laurent left the room. Punk stood just inside the doorway, studying his adversary. As much as he hated to admit it, she definitely did not look like the kind of woman he expected to find here. She had the glow of youth about her. Her skin was pale and dotted with freckles. She looked so innocent, much too innocent to be in a place full of unimaginable depravity.
She smiled up at him, flashing her straight white teeth as she motioned to the couch.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Alexa. Please, have a seat. Would you care for something to drink? Coffee perhaps?" Her voice was softly accented with a Southern drawl. He couldn't pinpoint exactly where she was from but he knew it was a place full of bayous and humid nights.
Punk shook his head in refusal as he tried to look anywhere but at her. It was much easier said than done. Crossing the room, he took a seat in the wing back chair. He moved the ridiculous little pillow to the side as he tried to make himself comfortable. Alex moved across the room and took a seat. She crossed her ankles demurely as she settled onto the sofa. After smoothing her skirt over her knees, she looked up at him. He was close enough to finally see the color of her eyes. He expected them to be the typical green or blue. Instead they were an unusual shade of gray. The color reminded him of a winter's sky. Forcing his thoughts back to the matter at hand, Punk cleared his throat.
"What can I do for you this evening?" Alexa asked as she looked him over from head to toe. Her gaze took in his black t-shirt and well worn jeans without so much as blinking. With a sigh he ran a hand through his hair.
"I'm hoping you can help me understand what's going on here." Punk shook his head slowly as he looked at Alexa. Once again he couldn't help but think she didn't belong here. Where was her family? What had brought her to such a horrible place? Why was she willing to let herself be subjected to such base human desires?
Her laughter was soft, almost musical. "I will certainly try. So, tell me, Mr... I'm sorry I didn't catch your name."
"Phil. Phil Brooks."
Alexa's smile brightened considerably as he nodded, "Phil."
The way she said his name brought a rush of heat over him. Cursing himself, he tried to ignore the soft inflection of her voice.
"What are you doing here?" Phil's dark gaze moved around the room. He took in the abstract painting hanging above the sofa. The large canvas was covered in bold slashes of red and black. Splashes of white kept the lines from being too severe. After a long moment, he forced himself to meet Alexa's curious gaze.
Laughing softly, she studied him with knowing eyes. 'I'm hoping to relieve any doubts you might have about your visit."
Phil took a deep breath as he collected his thoughts. It was hard to gather his wits with her staring at him so intently. "No, I mean, why are you doing this?" He made a small motion with his hand.
Alexa's eyes widened in understanding as she realized what Phil was asking. "You mean what am I doing working here?"
The way she said working made him shudder slightly. He hated the thought that she was, for lack of a better term, a working girl.
"After I graduated with a degree in Public Relations, I decided to move away from home. I wanted to go some place new, try new things. It took a while but eventually I ended up here." Her smile was purely heartfelt as she spoke.
Phil let go of a frustrated sigh. Obviously she wasn't comprehending what he was getting at. Maybe it was time to pull off the kid gloves.
"You know that's not what I mean."
Alexa's smile faltered slightly as she inclined her head to look at him. "I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you're asking."
Linking his fingers together, he applied pressure until his knuckles cracked. He looked down at his hands as he decided how to pose the next question.
"How can you let yourself be used like this?"
Alexa had the good sense to look surprised. "Pardon me?"
"How can you let yourself be used by any man that walks through the door?"
She studied him with quiet intensity as she mulled over her answer. He watched as she thoughtfully nibbled on her bottom lip. If she arrived at an answered, she remained silent.
"This is wrong!" Phil's voice was filled with exasperation as he looked at Alexa. She remained motionless, her silvery eyes giving away nothing. "Having promiscuous sex with God only knows who is wrong!"
The only indication that she heard his outburst was the way she blinked slowly then looked at him. Her smile never faltered in the slightest.
"May I ask you a question?
Phil stared mutely at her as he waited for her to speak again.
"Are you a virgin?"
Surprise registered on his face as his dark eyes narrowed slightly. How the hell could she possibly ask him that? This conversation wasn't about his sexual past. This was about a young woman allowing herself to be used and discarded like a common prostitute.
"I don't see how this is …."
Alexa held up a hand to silence him mid-tirade. "The question requires only a yes or no answer."
Letting go of pent-up breath, Phil shook his head. "No, I'm not a virgin."
Alexa nodded once, a single bob of her head. "I'm assuming that at some point you have been intimate with someone you were not married to?"
"What the hell does that have to do with anything?"
Alexa smiled as she leaned slightly toward him. "Just making an observation."
Phil made a sound in the back of his throat that sounded vaguely like a soft growl.
"It seems that we are not so very different after all." Alexa's voice was soft. Suddenly unable to look Phil in the eyes, she looked down at her lap. She smoothed out a small wrinkle in her skirt. After a long moment she forced herself to meet his gaze. "Tell me, Phil, do you believe in free choice?"
Suddenly confused, Phil tilted his head to look at her. "I believe in doing things the right way."
Alexa nodded slightly. "Fair enough. Do you think that a woman should be allowed to have some say in what happens to her?"
As his confusion increased, Phil sat back in his chair. Unable to figure out what her point was, he stroked his fingertips over his lips. What, exactly, what she getting at? "What's your point?"
Alexa leaned forward and studied him with unblinking eyes. "Do you believe a woman has the right to make own decisions."
Phil nodded as he answered, "Of course she does."
Unexpectedly Alexa rose from her seat and crossed the room. She moved to the door and closed it. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a small key and quickly locked the door. Turning to face him, she returned the key to her pocket. She slowly crossed the room, her steps muffled by the thick carpet. She came to stand directly in front of him. Staring down at him, her fingers slowly lifted to the row of tiny black buttons on her shirt. Slowly she freed the first one then the second. Phil's eyes widened as she leaned down to eye level. Her long, slender fingers parted the halves of her shirt. His gaze immediately locked on the pale skin she revealed. Her fingers fluttered slightly across her collar bone. The small motion drew his gaze. His eyes widened as he took in the faint line of a scar that started on the left side of her collar bone and ended on the right. The scar was only slightly less smooth than the rest of of her skin.
"This is what happened when somebody thought I shouldn't have a choice."
In less than a heartbeat the meaning of her words sank in. Phil started to say something but found he couldn't speak past the lump in his throat. He swallowed hard and tried again. The anger bubbling in his veins burned like acid. He felt it spreading from the center of chest, through every single vein. White hot rage washed over him as he looked at her. He couldn't bring himself to think the word much less say it.
Alexa watched the play of emotions of Phil's face. Confusion gave way to anger, anger melted into rage. It was a feeling she knew all too well. Her voice was soft as she continued.
"I was barely 19 when it happened. It was a Saturday afternoon and I was walking back to my dorm from the library. I took a short cut across the back of campus. I guess I wasn't paying as much attention as I should have. He grabbed me from behind and pulled me off the path. I screamed as loud as I could. I fought him with everything I had."
The color slowly drained from Phil's face as her words sank in. His skin turned a sickly shade of gray. Alexa knew her words were like a knife in his heart. She could tell by the way he was suddenly unable to meet her gaze. His dark eyes were firmly locked on the carpet at her feet. With a soft sigh sank to her knees in front of him. She stared up at him, silently willing him to meet her gaze.
"You ask how I can stay here? How I can allow myself to be 'used' "?" Alex reached out and placed her small hand gently on top of his. His dark eyes flicked to where their joined hands rested on his thigh. After a long moment he silently nodded in agreement. "I do it because I'm safe here. I'm in control. I am the one who decides what happens."
Phil felt the sting of emotion at her softly spoken words. Of all the scenarios that had tripped through his brain, this was not one of them. He'd expected the girls to be wayward, promiscuous hellions. He expected them to be sweet girls stolen from the bosom of their families. Never had he thought that this place could be a haven, a refuge. God, how stupid he'd been. He'd been so damn quick to pass judgment. He felt like such a fool.
"I'm sorry." Phil's voice was rough and slightly hoarse. Remorse flowed over him, making him feel like the world's biggest jackass.
Alexa smiled at him. The smile was genuine, lighting her eyes. "Don't be. I'm happy here. We're all happy here. Not everyone went through what I did. The one thing we have in common is that we want to be in control. We want to make our own decisions. I want to decide who is worthy enough to share myself with."
She slowly rubbed her fingers over the back of his hand. Her touch was delicate and light, almost as soft as a butterfly's wing. He felt the caress all the way to his soul. The gentle touch was affecting him in ways it shouldn't. He forced himself to meet her gaze. He saw nothing but honesty in her eyes. The way she looked at him made him feel more exposed, more vulnerable than he ever had.
He tried to stop her subtle movements as they moved higher along the inside of his thigh. Her touch was electric, making his skin tingle. He bit back a moan as her fingertips brushed lightly over his growing hardness. Gently he captured her wrist and pulled it away. He didn't want to feel the rush of pleasure her touch was creating. He wanted to pull her up from the floor and beat a hasty retreat. But he couldn't move. He felt as if his body was weighted in place.
Her touch was incredibly soft as she laced her fingers through his. She squeezed their joined hands gently.
"This isn't right." his voice was husky. Alexa knew he was more affected than he would ever admit.
"Why isn't it?" Alexa's voice was a soft purr. She slowly slid her left hand up the sculpted plane of his thigh. "You want me, don't you?"
Phil shook his head as he tried to capture her roaming hand. Her palm flattened against him, cupping the inside of his thigh. She squeezed gently as she leaned her cheek against his knee. "I have the feeling you're not being entirely honest with me."
His breath hissed out as her slender fingers slid over the heated length of his erection. He was painfully swollen, the tip pressing against the hard barrier of his zipper. It was killing him to know she was so utterly affecting him. He wanted to be strong enough to resist her. He wanted to ignore the passionate haze descending over them. But he wasn't. Damn his soul, he wanted her more than he wanted his next breath. He wanted to show her that not all men were animals. He wanted to show her just how beautiful she was. He ached to bring her ecstasy unlike any other. Making love to her was against everything he stood for, believed in, fought for. Taking Alexa to the heights of pleasure was in direct violation of everything he held dear. But was it worth the cost? One look in her eyes gave him the answer he already knew. Alexa was worth breaking every single edict a hundred times over.
"Do you want me?" Alexa straightened slightly, bringing herself to eye level once again.
She studied him for a moment, taking in his rugged features. His black, shoulder length hair was silky as he slid his hand into the mass and scraped it away from his face. Her eyes were drawn to the metal loop barely visible on his lower lip. She smiled slightly as she realized what a contradiction this man was. He lived the Straightedge life yet he was covered in full color tattoos and piercings. He lived outside the "norm" while trying to do things the right way. From the research she'd done, she knew he didn't smoke, he didn't drink. He didn't allow himself to indulge in the temptations that others of his inner circle did. But when it came down to the heart of the matter, Phil Brooks was nothing more than a man. He lived and breathed the same as every other male on the planet. He had passions and desires, even if he denied it.
"Don't be ashamed, Phil. No one will ever know."
Closing his eyes against the vision of heaven before him, Phil knew he was in deep trouble. With each passing second, his self control dissolved even more. He knew he should be ashamed of himself for even considering such a thing. He should demand that she unlock the door and let him leave. He should stand his ground and force them both to see reason. Instead he let out a heavy sigh and leaned forward in his seat. Cupping her cheek with his warm palm, he looked deeply into her eyes. His dark head lowered slowly until his warm lips fluttered over hers. Her lips parted on a sigh as she opened for his caress. His tongue dipped inside to gather her sweet flavor. She tasted like expensive dark chocolate, a flavor he could never get enough of. Alexa gasped in surprise as Phil's tongue stroked against hers. The feel of the warm metal of his tongue ring was a sensation unlike any other. She moaned softly as he drew away from her. The flames of desire danced in his beautiful, dark eyes. His lips were dewy from their kiss.
Before he could change his mind, he leaned forward. Wrapping one arm around her shoulders he shifted his weight against her until they were both kneeling on the soft carpet. He stared at her, taking in her slightly flushed cheeks and bright eyes. She was more than willing to let the smoldering passion between them flare to life. Gripping the hem of his shirt in both hands, she tugged it over his head and let it fall to the floor. A soft sigh escaped her parted lips as her hand moved to rest over his pounding heart. His skin was smooth as silk and hot. She stroked his pecs, tracing the outline of a new tattoo. She followed the swirls and lines from one broad shoulder to the other. Her gentle caress made him shiver. Instantly, he wanted more.
Sensing the growing need between them, Alexa leaned forward, her lips coming to rest directly over his pounding heart. Keeping her kisses light, she moved across his chest and captured his nipple. The cool metal ring bisecting his nipple was a contrast to the heat pouring off of him in waves. She bit back a wicked smile as she toyed with him, flicking her tongue over his sensitive flesh. His arms wrapped around her waist, anchoring her against him. His nimble fingers cupped the back of her head as she continued working him. He growled softly in the back of his throat as she suddenly changed directions and began nibbling lower. Her fingers lead the way, stroking him, teasing him. Her nimble fingers found his belt and quickly unfastened it. She made quick work of the button and moved the zipper down. The cool air moved over him, making him suck in a steadying breath. Instead of reaching for his heated flesh, she changed directions and lightly drew her nails up his chest. A soft growl rumbled out of him as he captured his wrists in his steely grip. He looked meaningfully at the remaining buttons of her blouse.
Releasing one of her hands, he placed it at the row of tiny buttons. Her smile was purely erotic as she freed the last three buttons and shrugged out of it. She made quick work of wiggling out of her skirt. Phil stared at her, his mouth watering at the sight of her pale, smooth flesh. Her breasts were high and round, the nipples an incredibly light shade of pink. As he watched, the smooth flesh contracted into tight points. Phil's dark head descended to capture one of the aching tips with his mouth. He suckled slowly, pulling the flesh into the hot wetness. A shiver passed over her as he flicked his tongue over the tight bud. He flicked his tongue, the metal barb rolling across the aching peak. Her hands sank into his hair, holding him in place. He spent what seemed like an eternity suckling one nipple and then the other. Just when she thought she could endure no more, Phil shifted slightly and eased her back onto the carpet.
He followed her down, his hot, silky flesh covering hers. He kissed her deeply, his tongue dueling with hers. She whimpered in protest and arched against him. She wanted his touch more than anything in her entire life. She wanted his blunt, calloused fingers caressing her moist flesh. Sensing her need, Phil reached for her, his long fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her hip. He squeezed slightly before sliding lower. His fingers trailed over her lacy lavender panties. Her dampness soaked through to his fingers. He touched her through the thin barrier, sliding his fingers over the very heart of her. His dark gaze locked on the place where his tan fingers worked her creamy skin. The contrast between them was so startling yet so erotic. Unable to resist the call of her nubile body, Phil plucked at sides of her panties. He carefully drew them down her slender legs. Looking down, he smiled. If he had any doubts before, they evaporated. Alexa was most definitely a natural redhead. Staring at her in wonder, his hands shoved at his jeans. With a quick motion he shoved them over his hips. He toed off his sneakers and shoved the heavy material to the floor.
Alexa moaned as Phil moved over her. His eyes were burning with a passion she had never seen. She reached for him, her palms sliding down his chest. That was all the encouragement he needed. His cock pressed against her, teasing her slick folds. He thrust gently, feeling her flesh open for him. He groaned in pleasure as he arched over her and sank in to the hilt. Her sweet body opened for him, stretching to accommodate his size. She moaned softly as he pulled out and thrust deeply. Her eyes fluttered in pleasure as he took control, thrusting deep then pulling back slowly. The friction was a delicious torture. She moved with him, matching his every movement. Phil's lips parted as he gasped for breath.
"God, Alexa, you feel so good."
The sound of his voice so close to her ear brought her closer to the edge. Her nails raked down his chest, the stinging pleasure spurring him to thrust harder and deeper.
"You are so beautiful." he whispered, his lips fluttering against the pulse in her throat. He scored her lightly, a gentle scraping of his teeth along her shoulder.
His strong hand moved to cup the back of her head, holding her in place as he devoured her with his lips. He felt the tension in her body grow to incredible proportions as he took her. Her hips arched, bringing him deeper than before. His balls tightened painfully as he felt the first fingers of release. Clenching his teeth, he fought the urge to empty into her. He nuzzled her, burying his face in her fragrant hair.
"Come for me."
Before the words fully left his lips she did exactly that. She shattered apart, her body arching as waves of pleasure consumed her. The milking of her sweet channel was more than he could bear. Phil thrust deeply once more and felt the rush of release pound over him. He emptied into her as the last waves of her pleasure crested. He shuddered against her, feeling a new heaviness settle into his bones. He feared he was hurting her but she bore his weight without a murmur of complaint. Her hands stroked down his slick back before hugging him close. Phil felt more alive than he ever had. Alexa made him feel more complete than he ever had. She made him feel as if he was exactly where he was meant to be. That was a debt he would never be able to repay.
***A/N – Please review, my darlings.***
