The taxi cab driver pulled up to the curb of a private rear entrance at the Stabler Arena in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. He helped the young woman out of the backseat and even loaded her bags onto the walkway. She smiled, thanked, and tipped him. As soon as she turned around, she bumped into the hulking frame of the person who had walked out to greet her.
"Randy!" she could barely contain her excitement.
It took every restraint Memphis could muster to keep herself from jumping into his arms. It had been just over a week since she had called it quits with Phil Brooks and out of respect for him and their closely connected work situation, she had told Randy it was best if they kept things quiet for a while. She had ended up driving from Chicago to the St. Louis suburb of High Ridge to Randy's home. The work week had begun some 36 hours later taking them to a string of house shows throughout the Midwest that eventually led them to Monday Night RAW. Amidst stares and rumors, Memphis had quietly joined Randy for the travel on his bus. Only two people besides the involved trio knew the full story and that was Melina and Nattie, who had vowed to keep their mouths shut, not even sharing the top secret news with John Hennigan and TJ Wilson, their respective significant others.
The backstage rumor mill had begun to churn immediately. Naively, Memphis had been unprepared when several crew members and wrestlers point blank asked her if she and Phil had broken up. Not knowing exactly what to say or having some eloquent response prepared, she had simply answered yes and awkwardly left it at that without further explanation. Once that bit of news had been confirmed, speculation began to run rampant that Memphis Kramer was now dating Randy Orton. Memphis, Randy, Nattie, and Melina had all but ignored the gossip and when the work week ended for them, Memphis had flown straight to Florida for a series of promotional appearances at live FCW events. The spots had been booked in advance for months and for Memphis, it was much needed time to be alone and clear her head. Randy had readily agreed that she could leave her car in his private garage for the time being.
The stint in Florida also bought her a week's worth of time of having to decide on where she was going to live permanently. She had given up her home in Long Island and though her time in New York had been enjoyable, she wasn't in a rush to go back. And Chicago, as awesome as it was, was Phil's city. She had moved there because he had asked her to and that was the place that he loved. She didn't belong there, not without him. It wasn't her home. That was the problem. Memphis didn't have a home. Even going back to Florida, the state where she had grown up didn't feel right. She was a now a nomad and she had decisions to make. Not that it mattered. Some of her belongings were packed in storage locations and she hadn't heard from Phil, who was now in possession of a lot of her personal things left behind at his home. He had said he would forward them to her but after everything that had happened, everything she had done, she didn't have the heart or the balls to contact him to find out when that would be. Besides, they were just material items. Something far more important had been lost in the massive mess she had helped make.
In that time away, she'd had plenty of moments to reflect on her relationship with Phil. They'd had some good times and he was truly a great guy. Knowing he and his friendship were no longer there made her sad. But she also did a lot of thinking about Randy and the possible future they had together. They had been in constant contact while she was in Florida. They texted throughout the day and he made sure to call her before bed at night. It was behavior seemingly uncharacteristic of the Viper but apparently right on point for Randy as a boyfriend. It seemed to put her mind at ease that he was being true. It was genuine interest and care, not just a game or fleeting gratification from a conquest.
"What's up?" he smiled at her.
"Nothing much. Florida was awesome. The fans were great and the people down at FCW were really nice. They took care of me. But I'm glad to be back and um, I'm glad to see you," she said softly. "I missed you."
"You too," he winked, as he grabbed one of her bags, shooting her an intense stare.
"What?" she raised her eyebrows.
"You look so fucking hot right now."
"Let's see…I've got my glasses on, I'm not wearing a stitch of makeup, the Florida humidity turned my hair into a rat's nest which is why I threw it up in this messy ass bun and my track suit is a Super Wal-Mart special because I haven't had time to purchase a new wardrobe yet."
Randy shrugged as they entered the building.
"And you still look fucking hot. What does that say?"
"It says somebody is horny," Memphis giggled.
"Baby, I'm always horny."
She smiled to herself as she loaded her luggage into the female locker room. Randy waited patiently outside for a few minutes until she came out and they headed to Catering together. Memphis made sure to keep a comfortable distance between them. The food service area was buzzing with people. Memphis moved quickly throughout the line as she fixed her plate. She was friendly and full of polite smiles and brief greetings to co-workers, crew members and arena staff alike.
"Hey, good looking."
Memphis looked up and grinned. It was Mike the Miz.
"Hey yourself. How's it going?"
"Can't complain and even if I did, who the hell would listen? Was Florida cool?"
"Yeah. I had a good time. You're doing appearances there all next week, right?"
"Yep. Just Tampa and Daytona Beach."
"Is Daytona ready for the Miz and A Ri?" Memphis joked.
"How about the Miz and the lovely Maryse?"
"Aaaahhh, I get it. How romantic. Congratulations, dude."
"Speaking of, I heard about you and Phil. Tough break."
"It happens," she nervously cleared her throat.
"You did rebound pretty quick," Mike looked over his shoulder to where Randy was toasting an egg salad sandwich.
"Excuse me?"
"Getting slinky with the Viper," he laughed.
"Mike…"
"Personally, I like Phil a whole lot better. He's a good dude but hey, I wasn't the one sleeping with him. You gotta do you, whatever makes you happy and if that's Orton, go for it."
"Mike, I'm not with, I mean, what makes you think Randy and me have something going on?"
"Cause it's totally obvious."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Well, that's odd because we're friends."
"Don't give me that tired ass line," Mike chuckled. "Friends my ass. I'm willing to put up a grand that you're doing him."
"Mike!" she swatted at him.
"What? Come on. You can't tell me that you haven't hit that, at least once."
Memphis nervously looked around.
"There are only a couple of Crab salad stuffed pitas left. I, I don't want to miss out. Um, I'll catch up with you later," she lamely excused herself.
Cursing out loud, she sat at the chair as far opposite Randy as possible.
"What's your deal?" he asked between bites of his sandwich.
"They know."
"Who the hell are these mysterious theys?" he posed sarcastically.
Memphis looked around.
"Everybody. God, Randy. I mean, a few people asked me about Phil last week and yeah, I admitted we broke up but the way people are whispering and staring and saying stuff. They all know that you and I have something going on."
"You make like that is a bad thing."
"It's not but it's just too soon."
Randy took a swig of water.
"You worry too much, you know that?"
She made a face.
"And you don't worry enough."
"Cause you do it enough for the both of us."
It was something oddly cute about the way he said that. It melted her heart and brought a giddy smile to her face. Maybe he was right. People were going to find out anyway. People were going to talk. Then they would move on. It was just part of the vicious gossip cycle. She had already been through that with the WWE locker room. Things were going to happen and she had limited control over it. What was the point in worrying about things she couldn't change?
"You're right," she tried to relax.
"Most of the time," he smirked.
She laughed and he reached over and used his napkin to wipe away the crab salad on the corner of her lip. Memphis blushed. It was a sweet gesture.
"Thank you," she shyly bit at her lip.
"You're beautiful," Randy polished off his bottle of water.
"Stop it," she giggled again.
He pretended to drop the empty bottle which so happened to land by her foot. Memphis went to pick it up at the same time as Randy. Their hands grazed across each other and it felt like a million tiny electric shocks racing through her body. He leaned over towards her ear and whispered huskily.
"Do you know what I'm gonna do to you on my bus after the show tonight? I'm gonna take your clothes off…so fucking slow. Taking my time, kissing your lips, your neck. By the time I get your bra and panties off you're gonna be begging for it, begging for my big cock to pound the hell out of your tight little pussy. But I'm gonna make you wait for it. Unsnap your bra and get your nipples all hard with my fingertips. Then I'll pull your panties off with my teeth…kiss all over your thighs…blow all over your clit. Then I'll stick one, no two fingers inside you while I'm licking all around down there. And when you're about to lose it, when you're about to come everywhere, I'll stop right before I ram my rock hard dick inside you."
Memphis felt all the air leave her body and the blood rush to her head among other locations in her body. Randy Orton was the sexiest man alive and he was hers. The mind blowing sex he had given her for the first time months ago was now hers to have whenever she wanted it. More than anything, she wanted to throw everything off that table, climb on top of it and fuck the hell out of her boyfriend.
"Memphis, hi," Vickie Guerrero peered over the corner just as an evilly smirking Randy and an equally flushed Memphis raised to an appropriate sitting position.
"Vickie," she managed in a weak voice.
"Hi honey. Was just wondering if you'd have some time later to talk about the FYE signing we're supposed to do together tomorrow. Looks like they didn't set transportation up so I figured we could ride together in my rental, if that's okay."
"What? I mean, yeah. Um, sure. Sounds, sounds good. I'll come find you before the show starts tonight."
"Excellent. By the way, I was so sorry to hear about you and Phil but congrats on the new relationship. Randy, she's a great girl. Make sure you take care of her."
"But…" Memphis started to protest.
Vickie had already started to walk away. Hanging her head, she tried to regain her bearings as Randy's eyes twinkled devilishly.
"Are your panties still wet?" he teased.
Memphis balled up her napkin and threw it at him.
"Shut up! See what I'm saying? Vickie knew. Miz knew. They all know, Randy. Dammitt!"
"Maybe you could have denied it better if your eyes didn't have that glazed over look they get right after you have an orgasm."
Memphis shot him a warning look.
"Not funny, dude."
"I'll make it up to you later," he said as they stood and began gathering their trash to throw away.
Memphis had to bite back a moan at the thought. Randy always knew just how to distract her. Convinced that everyone was staring at them and knowing what they were up to, Memphis scurried out of the dining room, eyes focused forward. The hallway to wrestlers' dressing areas was all but deserted. Before they made their way to the female locker room, Randy stopped, looked to make sure no one was looking and then pulled his girlfriend into a small, darkened and abandoned conference room. She whimpered as his mouth began to devour hers. His kisses always felt so good. And so did his hands that were now squeezing and exploring her bottom.
"Oh my God," she tried to stifle her cries. "I want you so bad."
"What's stopping you?" he growled.
Letting reality and common sense take over emotion and sheer horniness, Memphis reluctantly pulled herself together.
"We can't. Not here. And you know why."
Randy just grinned before kissing her lips once more, smacked her playfully on the behind and walking away to get ready for his own match.
"It's cool. I'll fuck you later."
Watching him walk away, looking like hot sex on two feet, Memphis could only shudder. Randy Orton was like an addiction. She craved everything about him and the immense satisfaction he brought to her outweighed any emotion, any thought process and any consequence imaginable. Him being a part of her world had subsequently caused it to turn upside down. She could only pray that in the end, it, he was worth it.
