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The Seduction

Stephanie made her way to Kurt Angle's locker room. She spotted Triple H exiting the room and hid until he was out of view. Then she put on her fakest smile, walked over to Kurt's locker room, and knocked three times on the door.

Kurt came to the door and opened it. Finding Stephanie leaning in the doorway, he turned pale and took a few steps back.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked her, trying to get into the role Triple H had given him.

"Oh, I think you know, Kurt," she said in her most sultry voice. "You know exactly what I want."

He sighed. "Steph, why don't you just get outta here?" he asked her. "You really shouldn't be here."

"Oh, but earlier, Kurt, you wanted me so much... What, you don't want all this?" She turned around slowly in front of him, displaying her body to him.

"I never said I didn't, you little whore," he said, now in the role Triple H had created for him. "But why are you suddenly flinging yourself at me?"

"Earlier I was just in denial," she said. She touched her neck where bruises had already formed where he had been sucking on it earlier. "But when I looked in the mirror and saw these passion marks, I realized I wanted you as much as you wanted me."

"Oh really?" he said, a look of surprise on his face. "Well, if you want it then come on in..."

In his mind, he knew this wasn't what Triple H had wanted him for, but he didn't care. Here it was; a dream was coming true. Stephanie McMahon was coming on to him, something he'd been dreaming of for many, many years. He wasn't going to turn her away. What kind of man would he be if he did that?

"Don't be silly, Kurt, you know we can't do it in here," she said. "Why don't you follow me?"

"Um, ok, Steph," he said.

"I have my locker room all set up for us," she said, hoping he didn't realize the fact that since she had made a surprise return that night, she didn't have a locker room yet. "You're going to love it."

"Really? You got it all fixed up for me, huh?" he asked. He couldn't stop smiling. Who knew that she'd finally come to her senses when he pretended to almost rape her?

She led him down the hall to Jericho's locker room. Jericho's name had been on the front of his door, but he'd covered it up with a "Do Not Disturb" sign.

"Hmmm, do not disturb? You're pretty serious about hooking up with me, aren't ya, babe?" he asked, his confidence building when he read the sign. Once he read the sign, he knew for sure that Stephanie was serious about getting with him. With that thought, his smile grew even wider than it had been before.

Stephanie opened the door. "Go ahead, Kurt, and get comfy," she said.

"Normally I'd say ladies first..." he began.

"But seeing that I get so turned on when you talk dirty and treat me rough, you wouldn't dare say that to me right now," she said.

"Who are you talking to, little bitch?" he asked, testing her boundaries.

"Oh, Kurt!" she exclaimed. She pushed him inside the room and over to the couch. Before he even knew what was happening, she had straddled him. "I just love it when you talk dirty to me!"

"Is that so, my little garbage bag ho?" he asked.

She grimaced, but tried not to show the expression on her face. She plastered on another fake smile. "Oh, it's so, baby!"

He couldn't believe how turned on she was getting from the disgustingly rude things he was saying. He had never pictured her to be the kind of girl that got off on nasty talk, but there was a lot he didn't know about Stephanie. He made it his goal to find out everything he could about the beautiful woman who was straddled across his lap and dropping soft kisses everywhere on his face except for his waiting mouth.

"Wait," she said. "Maybe I should cut out the lights."

"For what? So I can miss your beautiful body when you're naked? I don't think so!" he said. He turned her around so fast that it took her a second to realize that she was laying on the couch and he was standing up.

He started to take off his shirt. Stephanie clapped her hands three times.

That was Jericho's cue. He came out from the bathroom and hit Kurt with a steel chair. It wasn't hard enough to actually knock him out. but it was hard enough to stun him long enough for them to put their plan into action.

"Steph, get the rope!" Jericho told Stephanie as he pulled Kurt over to a hard wooden chair. He made him sit down while Stephanie came over with the rope. Together, they tied him up tight, so tight that he couldn't move an inch. Then they stood back and surveyed their handiwork as Kurt slowly came floating back down to reality.

"What!" Kurt exclaimed when he realized that he couldn't get loose. "What the hell are you two doing?"

"We could ask the same of you. What's up with this little partnership, this little alliance that you've formed with Triple H?" Jericho asked.

Kurt went pale. "W-what are you talking about?" he asked nervously.

"We know all about it, Kurt. When we talked about it, we knew you weren't exactly the type of guy to try to rape me," Stephanie said. "We know Triple H was behind this whole thing."

"Huh?" Kurt asked, trying to play dumb.

"Oh, you wanna play dumb?" Jericho said. "We got a little something to make you talk. Stephanie, would you do the honors?"

"For sure," she said, smiling a devious smile. She disappeared from Kurt's view, only to come back with a very sharp knife.

Kurt gasped. "What do you have that for?"

"We're gonna make you talk, even if it means carving you a very deep tattoo..." Steph held the knife in her hand and looked at it, at the sharp blade. Jericho stood there smiling.

They didn't really plan to use the knife on him, at least not enough to really hurt him. They weren't that cruel and mean. But what was the problem with making him think they'd use it? And if a few little cuts would make him talk, then they'd just have to cut him...

Steph ran the blade down Kurt's arm. A tiny cut appeared, followed immediately by a thin trail of blood.

"Care to talk now?" Jericho asked as Kurt watched the blood flow from the tiny cut.

Sweat started pouring from Kurt's forehead as he watched the blood ooze slowly from the cut...

WILL KURT GIVE IN AND SPILL THE BEANS?