Mark walked into the conference room. He looked around. Mark grinned, Nikki was lying on big overstuffed couch, sound asleep. He walked over and looked at down at her. She was lying on her stomach with one arm tucked under her and the other curled up to her side. He bent to get a closer look at the tat low on her hip. Interesting he thought. He bent down beside her and rubbed her lower back. "Nikki, wake up." Mark said. Nikki eyes fluttered open and she found her self staring into Mark's green eyes. "Some naughty little girl stayed up past their bedtime last night." Mark said grinning. Nikki sat up. "I just didn't sleep well." She said getting up and grabbing her camera. "Put your vest on and come over here." Nikki said. Mark put on the vest and followed her over. She put in front of a white back drop to start. "Damn if he didn't look good in those leather pants" She thought. Ok he was to stiff, obviously he didn't like having his picture taken. "Put you shades on." Nikki said. Mark slid them on. She pretended to fiddle with the camera a minute. "How do you get into wrestling?" Nikki asked him. Mark started telling her about his basket ball career and how he had switched to wrestling. He started to relax and she started shooting. "Take the shades off now." Nikki said. "Tell me some of the different gimmicks you did?" Nikki said. While Mark talked she got some great shots. "Okay go hop on your bike. Lose the vest." Nikki said. Mark raised his brow, but did as she said. "Lean forward some." Nikki said. Nikki stopped no that wasn't quite right. She went over to him. "Relax." She said. She put her hands on his hips. "Scoot forward some." Nikki said. Nikki adjusted his hips the way she wanted them. Mark thought he would go nuts; her hands on his hips were doing wild things to his body. She looked up at Mark he was tense. "Hey relax." Nikki said reaching up to rub his cheek. She smiled at him. "These are the last few shots okay?" She said. Mark nodded, her soft hand on his cheek was giving him a hard on from hell. "When did you start riding?" She asked and backed off. "About 15 years ago. Its great, I feel so free when I ride." Mark said. Nikki started taking shots. Mark told her about his different bikes. "Stand up and lean back on the bike." Nikki said. Nikki admired his body while she snapped pictures. He had a gold earring in his ear, which for some reason she found sexy as hell. "Okay all done." Nikki said. She started remove the film from the cameras. "You ever rode?" Mark asked. "No, but I don't know why I didn't think of it before, it sounds like fun." Nikki said. "I'll take you for a ride sometime." Mark said. Nikki looked at him. "Maybe." She said. Nikki left the room to go find an envelope to put the film in and mark it. Mark went around the wall to the bathroom. Nikki came back in and saw that Mark was gone. She started packing her cameras up. "Nicole darling." "Oh god no." Nikki muttered under her breath. Mark came out of the bathroom and stopped behind the wall when he heard voices.
Nikki turned around. "Hello Mother." Nikki said. There she was in the flesh looking perfect as usual. Perfect blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect figure, perfect make up and perfect outfit. "Nicole, how can you work in this dreary place, and all those sweaty men walking around? How can you stand it?" Monica asked sounding horrified. "Mother what are you doing here?" Nikki asked. "I'm on my way home from my honeymoon, Robert is outside. Would you like to meet your new daddy?" Monica asked. Nikki burst out laughing she couldn't help it. "Mother he is not my daddy; I'm 21, that's a little weird even for you." Nikki said. Monica let out an exaggerated sigh. "It's bad enough you have to work a job, but here with all this low class wrestlers." Monica said with distaste. "Mother have you forgot, my father is one of these low class wrestlers, you obviously didn't find them so distasteful at one time." Nikki said. "Must you be so crude? Yes I'm reminded everyday of my one moment of weakness you're just like him." Monica said. "Nicole I didn't come here to fight. I have found the perfect man for you. He's rich and he's a perfect match for you. Now he's not that good looking, but then you can't be that picky. You've went and marked you body up with those awful tattoos, but I think he can get past that, Then there's your reputation for being a bitch. I don't know how many times I have to tell you you'll never catch a man acting like that. Nikki sighed. "No thank you Mother, I'm not interested." Nikki said. "This is about what happened with Stan, you still blame me for that don't you?" Monica said. "Mother you haven't spoken about that in 9 years, why bring it up now?" Nikki asked. "Because I still think you misunderstood what he meant. I mean he was married to me, why would he go after a 12 year old?" Monica asked. "Hmm, maybe because he was a sick freak?" Nikki said sarcastically. "Nicole maybe he was just trying to show you affection." Monica said. Nikki was furious, that after all these years Monica still didn't believe her. "Mother, let me spell this out for you. He came in my room, put his hand over my mouth, took my clothes off and molested me, if you want me to be more specific, I can. He was in there for an hour; I'll let you use your imagination. He was planning on raping me the next time, so I got a knife and when he came back I stabbed the fuck out of him." Nikki said in anger. "You were always such a crude child." Monica said. "I have to go Robert is waiting. If you change you mind, I'll set you up with this young man." Monica said. "Bye Mother." Nikki said. Monica left with out another word.
Mark was still behind the wall wishing he hadn't been here. That woman was a bitch. No wonder Nikki was the way she was. "Poor kid." He thought. He wanted to go knock the hell out of that woman. Some people had no business having kids. It was quite in there. He should leave; he didn't want Nikki to know he had overheard her conversation.
Mark walked around the wall to the conference room. Nikki was sitting on the floor with her head down and her hands covering her face. He could leave now and she would never know he was here. He started to leave, but then he looked at her sitting there and he couldn't. Mark walked over and bent down beside her. "Nikki, are you okay?" Mark asked. Nikki lifted her head and put her hands down. Her eyes were pain filled. "I thought you were gone." Nikki said. "I forgot my shades, I came back to get them. What's wrong?" Mark asked. "I got a headache, a real bad one." Nikki said. "You get these often?" Mark asked. "No, just sometimes." Nikki said. Mark figured whenever she had to deal with that bitch mother of hers. Nikki got up. "I got to get these pictures developed." She said. Mark put his hand on her arm. "Let me help you get rid of that headache." Mark said. "How?" Nikki asked. Mark led her over to the couch. He sat down sideways and pulled her sit between his legs. Mark pulled her back till she was lying against him. He put his hands on the sides of her head and started massaging. He ran his fingers through her hair massaging her scalp. Nikki sighed and started to relax. He moved his hands down to her shoulders massaging the muscles and loosening them up. "Feel good Darlin?" Mark asked. "Yes." Nikki said in a sleepy voice. Mark turned her side ways so she was sitting in his lap and laid one arm across her waist and continued to massage her neck with the other. Nikki laid her head against his chest and was soon asleep. Mark looked down at her sleeping. He had to rethink his plans with her, which up till now had been to get her in his bed. After what he heard, he couldn't do that. He needed to take his time with her. She was emotionally fragile right now. He would slow things down with her, for now.