AJ walked down the hall. Jocelyn was sitting further down up against the wall with ear phones in her ears. Her steel grey eyes watched him as he came closer. In the beginning he thought she wore contacts to match her name. She had dyed her hair steel grey after all. He never saw her with any other eye color so he knew by now they were real.
Normally he would hurry past her but something made him stop today. She pulled the ear phones out of her ears and looked up at him. She was waiting for him to speak. He hadn't talked much to her other than the usual pleasantries he shared with everyone backstage. He didn't know what it was about that woman. No other woman made him nervous and made his palms sweaty like she did just by looking at him.
"Speak or be gone," she said.
"Sorry," he said. "I just wanted to apologize."
"For?" She asked.
"Back in catering. I know you heard us," he said.
She started grinning. That wasn't what he had expected. Her white teeth were on full display in a way that both seemed creepy and cute at the same time. She really confused him from time to time.
"You didn't like my little meatball show?" She asked.
"Finn said he's never touching you," he said.
"Good, because he wouldn't get my permission," she said.
He didn't know what came over him. He suddenly felt bold.
"Would I get your permission?" He asked.
"Perhaps," she shrugged.
She reached her hands up towards him. He grabbed them and pulled her up from the floor. He looked down at her hands. Steel grey painted nails. Of course. She cleared her throat and he looked back up at her. He realized he was still holding on to her hands.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
He quickly let go of her. Once again he felt nervous like a school boy. She did things to him. Things he had never experienced before. He had never been this nervous around any woman before.
"I'm not related to him," she said.
"Who?" He asked.
"Peter Steele. I've never met him. I'm a huge Type O Negative fan. When I knew I wanted to become a wrestler, I knew I had to change my name for the better. My original surname was Smith. Jocelyn Smith. Yeah, that name won't open any fucking doors. So I went with Steele because it fits my eyes and I'm a fan. That's it. I love his voice. It does things to me that no other voice does," she said.
"What things?" He asked.
She giggled lightheartedly. She didn't seem scary at all in that moment. She seemed like a very sweet person.
"If I was walking alone through a dark forest and I heard his voice call for me, I would be so scared that I would want to run but also so aroused that I would walk towards the voice," she said. "Don't get me wrong. I don't have any fantasies about him. It's just his voice."
He felt even more bold. She was sharing things that she probably shouldn't be sharing, and he wanted to hear more. He stepped closer. Too close. He knew that. He needed her to see that he wasn't afraid of her. Not like everyone else seemed to be.
"So all a man's gotta do when being with you is turning off the light and putting on some of their music, and you'll cum so fucking hard," he said.
"I like you," she smirked. "I do masturbate to their music and it works. I've never had sex to it though. I should try it, shouldn't I?"
"Want my help?" He asked.
He didn't know where this boldness was coming from. He had never been that straight forward with a woman before. He just felt he had to when it came to her.
"Wanna see if my pussy actually has teeth?" She asked.
"What?" He asked.
"That's the latest rumor I heard about myself," she said.
"That hasn't made rounds in the entire locker room yet apparently," he chuckled.
She grinned at him again. Again her grin seemed creepy and cute at the same time.
"Come to my hotel room tonight," she said. "I'm in number 508."
"I'll be there," he said.
"Sure you will," she chuckled. "I gotta run. I need to warm up before my match. I'll see you around, AJ."