A/N: Update, another chapter for your reading pleasure. Warning, this chapter contains moderate sexual content.

This chapter and the next were originally all going to be one, but it was too big so I've had to split it. Hopefully I'll have the next part posted in a few days. This chapter is for theeAllure as she has been helping me sort through ideas for the story.

As ever, I disclaim. Please read and REVIEW!


Riley flailed her arms, but in vain. Stuck in the centre of the ring, with Desperado's arm latched tightly across her throat meant the end was well and truly in sight. She was laying on her side, leaning backwards, slightly against her opponent's chest who lay at a diagonal angle to her. The pressure on Riley's wind pipe was restricting air flow into her body, and now little black spots were beginning to dance before her eyes. If she moved them too quickly, the black dots moulded together and became surrounded in gold. It seemed pretty, at least to Riley's oxygen starved brain, anyway.

The match had gone back and forth for the past fifteen minutes. They'd traded offence, defended against each other's moves and pulled out a few spectacular counters. Riley wasn't ashamed to admit that Desperado was damn good, probably better than she was. Regardless, the match they were putting on belonged on a stage like Monday Night RAW, not some dusty training facility in the butthole end of Los Angeles. Every time she bounced off the ropes, she risked a glance down to the ringside seats where several agents and talent officials were sat, taking notes. She hoped to god they liked what they were seeing. Riley was pulling her out her A game in all this, and she was certain Desperado was too. Whoever was the better wrestler, they were definitely pushing each other to their limits.

Unfortunately, it seemed Riley had reached hers sooner than Desperado. She'd landed a few good hits and throws, but his hurt just that little bit more. He was bigger and stronger than her, and incredibly agile considering. Just blocking his attacks hurt her, and was forcing Riley to expend precious energy.

One lazy block of an elbow strike had allowed Desperado to catch her in a Sleeper Hold, and he'd forced her down onto the canvas. And after working so hard to give as good as she got, Riley didn't have enough left to power out of the move.

Especially as Desperado continued to force pressure down on her back, clearly enjoying his impending victory. And still, Riley refused to submit. She would not tap out to him. Instead she settled for a weak attempted at pulling the arm from around her neck, ignoring the dull thud of her blood in her ears. Annoying perhaps, but at least it blocked out the sounds coming from the crowd all around her.

She honestly couldn't fathom why they hadn't supported her right from the opening bell. Part of her knew if she'd come out dressed as herself, Riley Kendall Orton they'd be eating out of the palm of her hand. But that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to do this herself and prove she belonged in the WWE. And of course, had she even tried to debut as her father's daughter, she would never have even made it into the building. However, it was apparently a moot point now. This match was over, and her stubborn defiance to submit only meant she'd be spared the indignity of tapping out. She'd probably black out soon enough and it would be over anyway.

"For the love of god girl," came a devastatingly sexy voice in her ear. It was deep and filled Riley's senses like molten chocolate. Why couldn't he have sounded nerdy, or gay or something? No, she just had to lose to the man who could make a girl quiver just my saying her name. Dammit. "Just tap already. You're not proving anything by hanging on. I don't want crushing your pretty little neck to be on my conscious when I make it to the regionals."

"…in your…dreams…" Riley choked, and earned herself a vicious tug across her throat. Did he think she was stupid? Of course Riley wasn't just going to tap out. Apart from her own desire to win, she wasn't about to make it easy on him.

"Fine. Be stubborn." he huffed, his breath warm and refreshingly mint scented caressed her cheek. "I'll just have to choke you out. Nice hot pants, by the way. I am so copping a feel when you're out."

Feeling was deserting her limbs, and Riley felt unconsciousness sliding over her body like a comforter. Fighting off the feeling, she vowed to try once more to break free or be put to sleep trying. There was no way this sexy voiced pervert was putting his hands anywhere on her now!

Placing her feet as firmly as she could on the mat, she used them to support her as she arched her back. It left her head at an awkward angle, but it forced Desperado to lift his arms up anyway. With just that extra bit of wiggle room, Riley bent her arms backwards, using her palms flush against the mat to support her fully. Now her body was in a complete bridge, it was easy for Riley to roll her head out of the vice of Desperado's arm and free herself of the sleeper hold.

Surprisingly, the crowd grudgingly applauded her resourcefulness, and Riley refused to allow their good will to go to waste. Forcing herself upright, she pivoted on her foot, bringing her right leg around in a half circle. It was the kind of Chick Kick her mother delivered back in the day, and Riley couldn't deny the ultimate satisfaction it gave her to slam her foot into the temple of her opponent, sending him sprawling to the mat and clutching at the side of her head.

"Cop a feel of that!"

Riley sank onto all fours, much out of exhaustion as design. She could breathe now, but the oxygen flowing into her limbs only reminded her how much she was aching. She needed to end this, and end it now.

The crowd seemed to be waking from their Desperado thrall, and were beginning to chant her name. The chants came from restricted pockets within the crowd, but they were growing. Maybe they were realising this girl was more than just victim. She was real opposition, and the thought warmed Riley.

She lowered her body to the matt, resting her weight on her stomach and the knuckles of her balled up fists. One or two people in the crowd must have recognised what she was doing, if the excited cheering was anything to judge by. Riley had seen her father adopt this pose a hundred times, and couldn't deny the thrill it gave her to literally stalk her opponent. Desperado had his back to her, slowly getting back to his feet whilst furiously rubbing at his temple. The kick had delivered better than she'd anticipated, and he wasn't as quick getting back from that as he had been the rest of her offence. Well, if that kick slowed him down, she couldn't wait to see how he would deal with what came next.

Riley knew her timing would have to be flawless. One out of sync move would mean Desperado being able to counter her and then it would be over, for sure. She didn't have it in her to fight him anymore. She was beaten, and she knew it. But if Riley Orton could steal the victory, then damn straight she would. Feeling her heart pound in her chest, excitement thick in her veins. She waited, senses straining with effort as tried to feel her opponent across the ring. Her breath slowed, and the world fell away around her. All Riley could process of Desperado in front of her, who was taking an entire age to turn around.

Dita, Dita, Dita!

With the raised voices of the crowd ringing in her ears, Riley waited until Desperado had turned almost halfway round. As soon as she saw the profile of his face, she exploded into action. The dregs of her adrenaline fuelled her, and Riley flew at him. As he completed his turn, she could see his beautiful sea blue eyes widen in surprise. Revelling in the satisfied smirk that curved her mouth, Riley twisted and caught his head in the hook of her arm. With Desperado's chin firmly pressed against her shoulder, she dropped him to the canvas with an RKO that would make her father weep with jealousy.

The crowd came alive with cheers, more for the move than anything else. Nobody present knew the significance of the finisher to the girl who performed it, but that didn't matter to Riley. They probably assumed she was a life long wrestling fan, and was using a move she knew she could put her opponent away with. In realist, Riley was using the finisher her father had innovated with great effect. His RKO's had won World Championship matches, and now it was about to win her a place at the regional try outs.

With a shy smile, she rolled on top of the prone form of Desperado, her back leaning against his chest. Riley pretended not to be moved by the feeling of the hard, lean muscle of Desperado's torso against her back. Focusing, she grabbed the first leg she could reach, and hooked the inside one as a result. The tension she'd been holding onto now rushed out of her body, like a tide of water racing away from the shore as the referee's hand hit the three count.

"Ladies and gentleman, here is your winner…Mistress Dita!"

It took a few seconds for Riley to process what the announcer had just said. Finally, the world came crashing back to her as she realised what she had just achieved. Riley had done it. She'd beaten Desperado, and in doing so earned her place at the Regional Try Outs. Her entrance music played in celebration, to mark her victory, and to her embarrassment Riley couldn't even get to her feet to acknowledge it. Beaten, bruised and exhausted, she crawled on her hands and knees to the ropes and used them as support. Her spine felt nonexistent, and exhaustion claimed her. Leaning on the bottom one, she grinned and was grateful as the referee lifted her arm in victory.

Blinking back tears, Riley sighed. She'd done it. Done what no-one thought she could; not her mother, not her friends, not the booker and certainly not her opponent. No-one thought she could achieve this. And not only had she done it, but she'd done it with the crowd saying her name. Success was the best form of revenge, and she only wished she could she could rub it in everyone's face.

Rolling beneath the bottom rope, Riley staggered alongside the ring, tagging as many outstretched hands that she could reach. People seemed genuinely pleased for her, congratulating her and asking for a picture or an autography. As much as it bothered her, Riley could not afford to spend any time soaking in the moment. She had to get back to her party, and she was already beginning to worry about what had happened in her absence.

A low pitched moan from the ring made Riley stop, and cast a quickly glance back from the bottom of the ring. Realising what had happened, she turned around fully to see Desperado rolling onto his front, apparently back from his moments away in RKO land. It apparently took a few seconds for everything to fall into place in his head. Finally it registered to Desperado that he'd lost, and Riley chuckled as she saw his head fall into his hands. He raised it briefly, shooting her a murderous look and she grinned in response. Despite the screaming agony of her shoulders, Riley blew him a kiss and the crowd went wild because of it. Riley enjoyed holding his gaze for a moment, before turning on her heel and limping back up the ramp with as much dignity as she could muster.

That's right Desperado. Me, the girl, beat your ass! And now, the regional try out match is mine, mine, totally all mine! Daddy is gonna be so proud!


Pushing her way through curtains and ropes securing the lighting fixtures, Melody finally stumbled through the doorway that led backstage to the dressing rooms. Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps and she truly wondered if she was suffering some kind of heart failure.

Blindly navigating the short corridors at the rear of the stage, she found the one she was looking for. Taking a sharp left turn into the tiny excuse for a dressing room, she slipped inside and pushed the door behind her. The cracked blue door hit the doorframe, but wasn't entirely closed, not that it bothered Melody. Her fingers searched for the light switch against the mirror, and swore under her breath when her spasmodic slaps failed to locate it.

Finally, the hard plastic brushed against her thumb, and she clicked it down. The light bulbs that surrounded the wall length mirror all flickered on simultaneously, flooding the dressing room in unnatural light.

Looking at her reflection, Melody had to put her hands on the dressing table to steady herself. Her skin had a flushed glow, a colour that she knew highlighted her sexual arousal. A thin sheen of sweat was obvious across her breasts and in the occasional bead across her forehead and cheeks. Her fringe was damp and stuck against her forehead, and the makeup around her eyes had started to smudge slightly. Try as she might, Melody couldn't seem to get her breath back.

And to top it off, her pupils were dilated to bursting point. All thanks to Lucas and the effect he had on her. Her body was so alive with sexual energy, Melody wasn't sure if she'd come down for a month yet. Not without a release, anyway.

Dipping down to the mini fridge next to her, she snatched out a bottle of cold water, and began to roll the plastic over her face, down her chest and stomach. It did little to cool the fires burning beneath her skin. Somehow she knew only Lucas could do that.

No! Do not think of him. You've got a friend who needs your help, so get it together!

Galvanized by her own scolding, Melody tossed the water bottle, not caring to see where it landed. Facing the mirror, she knew this was no time to be shy and immediately attacked her clothing. Reaching around her back, she unfastened the clasp that kept the almost sheer, flesh colour bikini top tight around her chest. Sliding the straps down over her shoulders, she also slipped out of the heels that were making her claves ache. God only knew how strippers paraded around in these night after night and managed to look sexy and not be crippled in the process.

Hooking her thumbs into the bikini bottoms, she didn't have a second thought about tugging them down, and bent over slightly to slide them over her feet. In doing so, she failed to notice the door open slightly behind her, nor see Lucas slide silently inside and push it closed behind him. In fact, it was only the faint click as the door closed properly that alerted Melody to another's presence.

She immediately straightened and saw Lucas's reflection before her. Without thinking, she turned around to face him properly, not even caring that her body was totally on display. The overpowering sensation of having Lucas so close to her forced away any self conscious thoughts of being naked. How could he do that to her? What was it about him that caused her to abandon rational thinking and leave her submerged in him totally?

It was his total and utter masculinity, and she knew it to be true in a heartbeat. Other boys like Jared had appealed to her before, even gotten her a little crazy for them. But everyone else paled in comparison to what burned her now. Everything about Lucas appealed to her, from his sparkling blue eyes and the hard, square jaw line to the bulging muscles straining beneath the shirt he wore. His scent was intoxicating and brought the hedonistic side of Melody out easily. Every part of Lucas that was male teased and enticed everything that was female about her. For the first time in her life, she felt powerless against the charms of another, and really wasn't sure if she liked it or not.

The sexual tension was stifling. It seemed to radiate off their bodies, mingling in the air between them and making it unbearably hot to be in that room. The pressure was beyond intense, and their eyes said things that neither could say out loud. They expressed thoughts and feelings that betrayed a deep longing for the other, a passion the likes of which neither had felt before but did not want to deny. Melody wanted Lucas, and he her. And it seemed that they were about to get their wish.

Standing opposite Melody, Lucas drank in the sight of her devoid of clothes. He wanted to capture this moment in his mind forever, to hold the sight of her and her femininity. Her body was creamy white and a collection of curves and lines that drove him beyond the point of reason. God how he wanted her, to feel those sweet curves pressed against himself, to be inside her and make her cry out his name in unbridled pleasure. He wanted to taste her lips and every inch of that delicious body, to devour her like she was his own private banquet.

The way her flat stomach curved at her sides to meet her hips was probably the most arousing sight he'd ever seen. She was obviously slight in build, but not some anorexic stick insect. Her breasts were pert and round, more than enough for any man to content with. And her ass, god save him, was high and tight in a way he'd never thought possible. She really was perfection. Her body could excite and arouse him forever. He knew he'd never get bored of exploring every part of her, and would happily spend the rest of his life doing so.

Without meaning to, Lucas found himself crossing the room so he was stood opposite it. He stood there for a moment, taking in her scent that was heightened by arousal. She smelled just as good as she looked; better if that were at all possible. Lucas took his hands to her, and felt the silk of her skin beneath his palms. He cupped her hips in his hands and gently lifted her off her feet. Melody made no effort to resist him, silently overpowered by the feeling of his hands on her bare skin. Even if it did bother her, she couldn't at this moment ever imagine denying Lucas anything.

Displaying a gentleness that warmed her to the core, Melody looked nervously into Lucas' eyes as he placed her on the table. Sat above her ground, her legs hung in the ether between the table and the floor, Lucas' broad frame between her and the rest of the room.

Softly, Lucas placed his hands on her knees, and carefully parted her legs. Melody bit down on her bottom lip as she allowed her legs to be spread. Lucas immediately filled the space between them, the denim of his designer jeans an altogether not unpleasant sensation against her inner thighs. Lucas sighed softly, his hands travelling the length of Melody's body from her knees to neck, the tips of his fingers barely skimming her flesh.

He cupped her face in his hands, carefully turning her head from side to side, as though he were inspecting her. Melody allowed her head to turn, being supported by Lucas's massive hands.

Seemingly satisfied by what he saw, Lucas leaned forward and planted a line of feather light kisses down Melody's jaw to her throat. His hands caressed their way down her shoulders and arms as his lips continued to seek out and taste her neck. Melody stifled a moan, her head rolling back as she exposed her throat to Lucas without question. She never wanted this feeling to end, his lips kissing her throat, his tongue tasting the pulse in her neck. And just when she thought she might moan aloud, she was shocked into silence, as she felt his hands close over her breasts.

He was gentle in his attention, carefully feeling the weight in his hands, fingers and thumbs exploring the valleys and plains of her breasts. Every time his thumbs whispered across the rose red peaks, Melody felt a jolt rush through her body, straightening her spine and adding fuel to the fire ache in the pit of her stomach. The delicious torture broke down the walls of her desire, and she had to bite her lip to stop her from moaning.

Lucas mouth moved down from her neck to her collar done. He kissed and nipped at the flesh, his teeth grazing the skin on her shoulders. His tongue traced a lazy line from her shoulder back to the valley between her breasts. Lucas ran his tongue between them, earning a sharp gasp from Melody. His lips were a ghost on her breasts, creating enough friction so she knew they were there, but not enough to give any real contact. However, the feeling of his hot breath against the taut peaks was enough to make Melody moan. Lucas' mouth edged ever closer, and she could practically feel his tongue teasing her nipple already. Just as Melody was sure he'd take her breast into his mouth, he moved down beneath her chest to kiss her stomach.

That act of teasing sent a shudder down Melody's spine, and she was forced to lean back against the mirror to support herself. The move only served to give Lucas free access to her stomach, which he accepted with relish. His mouth was hot and fevered against her flesh, the teeth nipping and marking the tight skin of her stomach. Lucas traced circles around her navel whilst his hands stroked her inner thighs, bringing Melody closer to a frenzy than she'd ever been before.

Finally, his attentive mouth moved from her stomach to her hip and move to her right knee. Turning her leg gently, he began kissing down her inner thigh, his thumb stroking the other. Melody whimpered, no longer able to bear the teasing mouth. Against her will, she bucked her hips slightly, offering herself openly in a way she'd never done before.

Lucas smiled against her thigh, still continuing to take his time getting to his ultimate goal. Instead, his hands met at the junction of her thighs, and his thumbs ran down the flesh where her hips met her thighs. It was sensitive enough to make Melody moan, her head roll backwards and her eyes joining them. He was close now, so close to the molten silk between her thighs that she felt like crying in frustration.

His mouth hovered above her bare pubic bone, and he sealed his lips against it, revelling in the naked softness. Another rainfall of kisses on her body and Lucas was now only one kiss away from her centre. Melody shivered with anticipation, and Lucas licked his lips in anticipation. Just as his hot breath caressing against her most intimate part made Melody whimper his name, and Lucas lowered his head, letting his lips fall against her womanhood.

Melody thought she would shatter at the feeling, his burning mouth melting against her equally hot flesh. Pleasure exploded inside her and she felt like screaming because of it. She probably would have, had the door had not flung open at that very moment.

"Riley, are you back here?…Jesus Christ!" Trish Orton's embarrassed squeal brought Melody and Lucas back to earth with heart stopping force. One look at what Lucas was doing, and Trish immediately span on her feel, turning away from the therapy-inducing sight she'd just witnessed.

Lucas tore away from Melody's naked body, and she flew off the dressing table, snatching up the bath robe resting on the back of the chair. He backed into the far corner, his lips red and swollen, cheeks flushed with pink as his chest rose and fell in a heavy succession. Even as embarrassed emotions flooded through his head, Lucas still felt himself melt at the taste on his lips. Melody was like ambrosia, and knew he was now lost in her completely. The hard throbbing between his legs echoed the sentiment, and he discreetly as he could, clasped his hands over his crotch to cover his obvious arousal. Funny, he hadn't even noticed it until now. He'd been more enthralled by Melody and her pleasure to realise his own needs.

Flustered, Melody quickly tied the robe around her waist as Trish continued to keep her back to them. "Sorry, sorry…oh god. I…uh…I'm looking for Riley, I didn't mean to interrupt." Melody winced at everything the word implied. "I, uh, what I mean is that, she isn't back here, is she? Do you two know where she is?"

"It's okay Mrs. Orton," Melody admitted in a quiet voice, wanting to put her best friend's mother out of her misery. "You can turn around now."

Almost not wanting to, Trish slowly turned around with her eyes still held in a slight wince, fearful of what she might next be subjected to. Seeing that Melody and Lucas were standing at opposite end of the rooms, her clothed and him looking at his feet, allowed her to sigh with relief. "I was trying to find Riley. I haven't seen her for ages."

"She's here somewhere." The lie was too easily tumbling off Melody's lips, shocking her back to reality. She was supposed to be covering for her friend, not getting nasty with the devastatingly gorgeous Lucas Cena. "I saw her in the crowd during my dance, she's probably dancing somewhere."

Trish's face flushed with colour at the strip tease she'd seen Melody perform. Whilst she was quietly impressed with the control and eroticism Melody was able to portray, she still felt quite sick and having borne witness to it at all. "Ah, right. I'll go check out on the dance floor then."

"I'll help you find her," Melody offered, knowing full well Riley was elsewhere and Trish would be unsuccessful. Still, she could use the opportunity to throw Trish off the scent, not to mention initiate as much damage control as possible. "Just let me put my dress on and…"

"NO!" Trish barked too quickly and too loudly. Everyone in the room shifted uncomfortably. "That is, I can find her myself. You two just…um…yeah, I'll go find Riley now."

Trish could not get out of the room fast enough, and darted out the door, pulling it closed with a resounding thud behind her. Across from the room, Lucas let out a breath he didn't even realise he was holding. Having Mrs. O walk in on him getting intimate with Melody was second place only to his mother walking in. He wasn't sure he'd ever be able to look her in the face. Ever again. And what if she told his mother? Groaning inwardly, that didn't even bear thinking about. He knew how she would react, and it wouldn't be pretty. He'd probably be banned from the opposite sex for the rest of his life, despite the fact he was of age to do whatever with whomever he pleased.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Melody mumbled, grabbing her thong from the pile of clothes she'd left there earlier. She slipped it on beneath her robe, acutely aware of Lucas standing so close to her, even though he was clear across the room. Picking up her bra, she looked at Lucas, holding the garment close to her like a shield. "Um, would you mind turning around?"

Lucas looked momentarily confused, and almost disappointed. Now she was bashful? Her lack of clothing hadn't bothered her when he was kissing her body. But still, he obliged. "Sorry, of course." Spinning on his foot, he faced the opposite wall.

Sure he wasn't about to turn around and sneak a peak, Melody slipped the robe off her shoulders and put her bra on in record time. Grabbing her dress, she pulled it roughly over her legs and tried to grab the zip at her back. However, she couldn't, and she grunted with frustration. "Lucas, could you…I mean I can't…would you zip me up, please?"

It seemed an odd request considering moments ago he was happily revelling in her nakedness. Clearing his throat, he turned around and stepped closer to her. Softly gathering her thick auburn hair, he pushed it over her right shoulder so he had unobstructed access to her back. Even that was beautiful. Placing the flat of one hand against her hip, he pulled the zip upwards slowly, regretting that he was covering her body at all. Once he'd finished, he resisted the notion to take his hands off her back. Melody remained frozen against his touch, and he took it as an invitation to continue touching her. Lifting his hands, he placed them on her shoulders.

Melody immediately flinched and pulled away from him, turning back to face Lucas in the process. Ignoring the look of confused hurt on his face, she brushed her hair with her fingers. "Lucas, I…"

"Melody," he cut her off, his voice thick with something she couldn't identify. Maybe it was desire, or lust. "I'm sorry I embarrassed you in front of Mrs. Orton, but I'm not sorry for wanting you…like that. I've never felt like this before, ever. And I'm hoping that you'll let me take you out, so I can…"

"I'm sorry Lucas," now it was Melody's turn to cut him off, "but I can't do this right now. I have to…have to…" What did she have to do? Why would she even think of resisting Lucas? Moments ago she desperately wanted him in a near primal way. And perhaps that's why she was so anxious now. She'd never lost her control before, not like that. She'd thrown more than caution to the wind because of him, and that was no way to be. She'd even forgotten about Riley and what she was supposed to be doing for her friend. What kind of best friend did that make her? One who was willing to forget a promise in the heat of passion?

Besides, it was almost scary being under Lucas' power like that, to be a slave to desire. And she didn't want to be that vulnerable again anytime soon. God only knew what would happen if she were.

"…I have to find Riley." She muttered. And just like that, Melody brushed past Lucas and out into the hallway to join the club.

Confused, Lucas scratched the back of his head, not sure exactly what had just happened. He considered going after Melody, to try and explain that he didn't just want her for sex. That it was a lot more than yet. Yes, he desired her more than he had any other girl, but that desire came from something deeper, more real. If she'd just give him the chance to show it.

Sighing, he clicked the light off on the mirror and followed where Melody had gone, hoping to find Riley for himself. Right now, he could definitely use the advice his friend could give her.

Of course, he'd have to find her first.