*Disclaimer* I do not own any of the wrestlers that are mentioned in this story, nor do I own Kayla and she owns herself… or he soul belongs to Kane, or something. Anyways, no money for me, no suing of me. Go read the story! : )
Oh also… the song used in here is Zug Izlands "Hiroshima" which they own, but it's an awesome song, so go out and get it! :P
Only sixteen, a hottie across the street
90? Maybe it had broke 100 already. He knew that he was just making shit up again, looking over at her. He knew it was that damn girl across the street again.
Washing her daddies car she was toying with me
Light blue cotton shorts riding up her ass and a short white tank top. Oh he knew she was toying with him. He knew her, her family. He knew the way she played the boys and then sent them on their way. Little Kayla, 16.
"Hey Kayla."
She turned around, grinning and waving, water "accidently" splashing onto her top. She dropped the cloth down onto the car. "Hey yourself," she called as she walked across the street towards him.
She came inside, and promised, wouldn't take long
He felt himself get hard. Christ, the little girl got to him again. He didn't say anything, just watched her stand before him, foot tapping the asphalt.
"Can we go inside? Won't take long, I promise." She smiled and brushed her way past him towards the door.
He watched her hips shake as she walked in front of him. He pushed back his curly hair and closed the door behind them.
She held out her hand, walking up to his bedroom. She sat down, patting her hand on the bed.
He knew damn well how to follow orders and by the time he could regain thinking, he was on his back, and little Kayla mouth was doing the job.
She's about to swallow, when my lady came home and caught me
"Raven?"
Down on my knees! Get ready, here she comes!
I'm begging you please! Get ready, HIROSHIMA!
Raven looked up. "Trish… I swear it's not what it looks like!"
Kayla looked up, and ran past Trish.
"It's not what it looks like? Your dick in her mouth? What else could it be? Were you checking to see if her tonsils were still there? What?" She grabbed the closest thing, a phone, and chucked it at him.
Raven was busy trying to pull up his pants and avoid flying objects while running out of the room. "I swear, Trish, you just don't understand."
"Understand? Understand what? That a little girl was sucking your dick you fucking pedophile! Get out of my house right now!" Trish threw a lamp at him as he ran down the stairs and out the door. He sat outside the front door, looking at Kayla across the street. She was laughing. Bitch.
End.
A/N: Heh… strange story. I like it. So go review and tell me what you think. : )