"Just A Dream Series: You Got Questions, I Got Answers "
By: Crystal
Okay, so right now I'm in the First Union Center. I'm walking around, and I'm looking for Dwayne. I have my backstage pass and everything, and seeing as this is my first time meeting him, I want to make a good impression. (Wouldn't you?) Ask him a few questions, and get his autograph...maybe even have a real conversation with him if possible. I don't know.
Okay, here it is. I'm looking at the door with a sign that's black and has "The Rock" in white letters. Suddenly, I don't know what came over me, but my attitude has done just a total 180 in 2 seconds. Now, thoughts of all kinds are running through my mind, about what I can say to Dwayne, what I can picture myself DOING with Dwayne...this wasn't me just a moment ago! I was just going to get an autograph from him, and maybe talk for a little while. Now, it seemes as if my list of objectives had changed completely. I wanted to get inside his head and mess with him for a little bit.
Without knocking, I walk into Dwayne's locker room. There he is, in the corner, wearing no shirt, Nike's, and his track pants, bouncing up and down. I can tell he's getting himself prepared, thinking about his match later on tonight. It's only the beginning of the show, and because it's untelevised, the matches have no time limit, which makes it all better for me, and what I planned to do...
"Look at you...going over your match mentally, deciding what you're going to do tonight against Triple H..." I said.
"And yet you're so much bigger and stronger looking in person, than on television..." I said, examining him closely with my eyes.
"Who do you think you are coming up in The Rock's locker room without even knocking, honey?" Dwayne asked, sipping his water.
"Dwayne, you don't have to act in character around me. I'm just a fan...a fan that's having a hard time contemplating something about you that I think you could help me with." I said, pacing back and forth, before finally deciding to sit down in the chair in front of Dwayne.
"Yeah? Well why didn't you just say you needed help with something? What do you wanna know? I don't have anything to hide from my fans..." Dwayne said, sipping his water again, and siting on the bench that's behind him, so we're face-to-face now. I started to speak, but he stopped me, deciding to add something.
"By the way, what is your name?"
I looked at him, not sure whether to consider that an actual question or just a set-up to be told off.
"It's okay, you can answer me. I won't go into Rock mode on ya or nothing like that..." Dwayne said, laughing.
"Crystal." I said, not being able to stop staring at his chest, and at the moment, his extremely hard nipples. LOL!
"Uh...I'm up HERE, Crystal." Dwayne said, lifting my chin up to face him, and then smiling.
"Uh, YEAH! Sorry..." I said.
"What I'm having trouble with, is well...let me explain it like this. You go out week after week, fighting opponent after opponent, talking your trash, doing what you do. And that's fine. You get paid to make The Rock do all of that. I'm just having trouble believing you can actually 'bring it' like you claim to be able to do..." I said. "You watch me on tv, so you know. Sometimes The Rock kicks ass, that's just the way it goes. Sometimes The Rock gets his ass kicked, that's just the way it goes too. But you can rest assure that no matter what happens in that ring, I ALWAYS bring it, honey." Dwayne said, sipping his water. "That's nice, but I'm not TALKING about bringin it in the ring..." I said.
He was drinking his water when after I made that statement I made eye contact with him, letting him know EXACTLY what I was talking about. "You mean...OH! Honey, come on. You're a smart girl. You know that's a hell of a thing to think...me, Dwayne Johnson, not be able to bring it and put it down?" Dwayne shook his head, shuddering at the thought. "I'm serious. You can say what you want, but until I find out for myself, I guess I'll always think that way, won't I?" I asked.
"Not necessarily..." Dwayne said, drinking the rest of his water and throwing the empty water bottle to the side somewhere.
He looked at me, put his hands on my arms, and stood me up. He stared me deep in my eyes. He was contemplating something of his own, I could see. "Girl, you know I'm old enough to be your daddy?" Dwayne asked.
This next move was a little bold on my part. I grabbed on him, and then replied to his comment with one of my own. I heard him moan. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that..." I said.
"Damn girl..." Dwayne moaned.
Dwayne snaps out of it, and then he picks me up and sits me on top of this table that's leaning up against the wall by the door. Dwayne leans into start kissing my neck, and then reaches his arm behind me and locks the door.
"Okay Dewey...having a change of heart all of the sudden, are we?" I asked, as to be smart.
"Don't call me that." Dwayne said, giving me a serious look.
"Dewey, what ever do you mean?" I asked, irritating him more.
Clenching his teeth, he said, "Don't say it again."
"Or what Dewey?" I asked, one last time.
He looked up at me, extremely irritated. All I could do was laugh, because I knew I was getting on his nerves. I got off the table and started walking away from Dwayne. But one thing I didn't know is that, you NEVER turn your back on Dwayne. Dwayne pressed my back up against the wall...HARD too, but not too hard where it hurt or anything. He looked at me, giving me what appeared to be a serious assessment. Dwayne started to unbutton my shirt, and continued looking at me in my eyes. He unbuttoned my entire shirt, and then practically ripped it off of me.
"Ooh! So violent, Dwayne! I like you being feisty! It's such a big turn on..." I said, laughing.
"This is what you want, right?" Dwayne asked, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. He works his way in my panties now, and is stroking me.
I moan a few times.
"This what you want?" Dwayne asks again.
"Yes...God yes."I mutter.
"Yeah, I thought so..."Dwayne said.
He stopped, and then he started kissing me on my neck. The kisses were slow and deep. While he was doing this, I figured I would continue what I had stopped earlier. I grabbed on him below the belt, and while kissing my neck, I felt his breath hit my neck, which sent shivers down my spine as he started to moan again, as he had done before.
Dwayne, while kissing me, reached around my back and unhooked my black bra, slipping it off of me, and tossing it onto the table that was beside us. I took my shoes off, throwing them somewhere. Anyways, Dwayne was busy taking my flare jeans off of me. Now, all I had on was my black panties. Dwayne was kicking his shoes off, and then after doing that he quickly took off his pants. Now all he had on was his black CK's.
Dwayne picked me up and wrapped my legs around him, carrying me to the sofa that was next to us. Laying me down, he started covering my body in adoring kisses. Kisses led to licks, and licks led to...well, on my part anyway, a couple of orgasms, which led to more orgasms, but then still... ~*~*~*~*~
"You alright?" Dwayne asks me, afterward.
"Yeah, I think..." I said, feeling overwhelmed.
"Yeah well...the next time you got any more questions you need to have answered, give me a call." Dwayne said, handing me a piece of paper with his home and cell number on it.
"Will do." I said.
"Good." Dwayne said, kissing me one last time before he walks out to go do his match against Triple H.
~THE END~
By: Crystal
Okay, so right now I'm in the First Union Center. I'm walking around, and I'm looking for Dwayne. I have my backstage pass and everything, and seeing as this is my first time meeting him, I want to make a good impression. (Wouldn't you?) Ask him a few questions, and get his autograph...maybe even have a real conversation with him if possible. I don't know.
Okay, here it is. I'm looking at the door with a sign that's black and has "The Rock" in white letters. Suddenly, I don't know what came over me, but my attitude has done just a total 180 in 2 seconds. Now, thoughts of all kinds are running through my mind, about what I can say to Dwayne, what I can picture myself DOING with Dwayne...this wasn't me just a moment ago! I was just going to get an autograph from him, and maybe talk for a little while. Now, it seemes as if my list of objectives had changed completely. I wanted to get inside his head and mess with him for a little bit.
Without knocking, I walk into Dwayne's locker room. There he is, in the corner, wearing no shirt, Nike's, and his track pants, bouncing up and down. I can tell he's getting himself prepared, thinking about his match later on tonight. It's only the beginning of the show, and because it's untelevised, the matches have no time limit, which makes it all better for me, and what I planned to do...
"Look at you...going over your match mentally, deciding what you're going to do tonight against Triple H..." I said.
"And yet you're so much bigger and stronger looking in person, than on television..." I said, examining him closely with my eyes.
"Who do you think you are coming up in The Rock's locker room without even knocking, honey?" Dwayne asked, sipping his water.
"Dwayne, you don't have to act in character around me. I'm just a fan...a fan that's having a hard time contemplating something about you that I think you could help me with." I said, pacing back and forth, before finally deciding to sit down in the chair in front of Dwayne.
"Yeah? Well why didn't you just say you needed help with something? What do you wanna know? I don't have anything to hide from my fans..." Dwayne said, sipping his water again, and siting on the bench that's behind him, so we're face-to-face now. I started to speak, but he stopped me, deciding to add something.
"By the way, what is your name?"
I looked at him, not sure whether to consider that an actual question or just a set-up to be told off.
"It's okay, you can answer me. I won't go into Rock mode on ya or nothing like that..." Dwayne said, laughing.
"Crystal." I said, not being able to stop staring at his chest, and at the moment, his extremely hard nipples. LOL!
"Uh...I'm up HERE, Crystal." Dwayne said, lifting my chin up to face him, and then smiling.
"Uh, YEAH! Sorry..." I said.
"What I'm having trouble with, is well...let me explain it like this. You go out week after week, fighting opponent after opponent, talking your trash, doing what you do. And that's fine. You get paid to make The Rock do all of that. I'm just having trouble believing you can actually 'bring it' like you claim to be able to do..." I said. "You watch me on tv, so you know. Sometimes The Rock kicks ass, that's just the way it goes. Sometimes The Rock gets his ass kicked, that's just the way it goes too. But you can rest assure that no matter what happens in that ring, I ALWAYS bring it, honey." Dwayne said, sipping his water. "That's nice, but I'm not TALKING about bringin it in the ring..." I said.
He was drinking his water when after I made that statement I made eye contact with him, letting him know EXACTLY what I was talking about. "You mean...OH! Honey, come on. You're a smart girl. You know that's a hell of a thing to think...me, Dwayne Johnson, not be able to bring it and put it down?" Dwayne shook his head, shuddering at the thought. "I'm serious. You can say what you want, but until I find out for myself, I guess I'll always think that way, won't I?" I asked.
"Not necessarily..." Dwayne said, drinking the rest of his water and throwing the empty water bottle to the side somewhere.
He looked at me, put his hands on my arms, and stood me up. He stared me deep in my eyes. He was contemplating something of his own, I could see. "Girl, you know I'm old enough to be your daddy?" Dwayne asked.
This next move was a little bold on my part. I grabbed on him, and then replied to his comment with one of my own. I heard him moan. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that..." I said.
"Damn girl..." Dwayne moaned.
Dwayne snaps out of it, and then he picks me up and sits me on top of this table that's leaning up against the wall by the door. Dwayne leans into start kissing my neck, and then reaches his arm behind me and locks the door.
"Okay Dewey...having a change of heart all of the sudden, are we?" I asked, as to be smart.
"Don't call me that." Dwayne said, giving me a serious look.
"Dewey, what ever do you mean?" I asked, irritating him more.
Clenching his teeth, he said, "Don't say it again."
"Or what Dewey?" I asked, one last time.
He looked up at me, extremely irritated. All I could do was laugh, because I knew I was getting on his nerves. I got off the table and started walking away from Dwayne. But one thing I didn't know is that, you NEVER turn your back on Dwayne. Dwayne pressed my back up against the wall...HARD too, but not too hard where it hurt or anything. He looked at me, giving me what appeared to be a serious assessment. Dwayne started to unbutton my shirt, and continued looking at me in my eyes. He unbuttoned my entire shirt, and then practically ripped it off of me.
"Ooh! So violent, Dwayne! I like you being feisty! It's such a big turn on..." I said, laughing.
"This is what you want, right?" Dwayne asked, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. He works his way in my panties now, and is stroking me.
I moan a few times.
"This what you want?" Dwayne asks again.
"Yes...God yes."I mutter.
"Yeah, I thought so..."Dwayne said.
He stopped, and then he started kissing me on my neck. The kisses were slow and deep. While he was doing this, I figured I would continue what I had stopped earlier. I grabbed on him below the belt, and while kissing my neck, I felt his breath hit my neck, which sent shivers down my spine as he started to moan again, as he had done before.
Dwayne, while kissing me, reached around my back and unhooked my black bra, slipping it off of me, and tossing it onto the table that was beside us. I took my shoes off, throwing them somewhere. Anyways, Dwayne was busy taking my flare jeans off of me. Now, all I had on was my black panties. Dwayne was kicking his shoes off, and then after doing that he quickly took off his pants. Now all he had on was his black CK's.
Dwayne picked me up and wrapped my legs around him, carrying me to the sofa that was next to us. Laying me down, he started covering my body in adoring kisses. Kisses led to licks, and licks led to...well, on my part anyway, a couple of orgasms, which led to more orgasms, but then still... ~*~*~*~*~
"You alright?" Dwayne asks me, afterward.
"Yeah, I think..." I said, feeling overwhelmed.
"Yeah well...the next time you got any more questions you need to have answered, give me a call." Dwayne said, handing me a piece of paper with his home and cell number on it.
"Will do." I said.
"Good." Dwayne said, kissing me one last time before he walks out to go do his match against Triple H.
~THE END~
