John cracked his neck to loosen up, continuing to stare down his opponent. He narrowed his eyes as the person across from him did the same thing, mocking him.
"Your gonna get it now," he warned, lowly. John crouched low and waited for an opening. He saw one soon and went for it, throwing his opponent over his shoulder.
"Hey! Put me down!" exclaimed Christy Hemme. She pounded her fists on his back in an attempt to break free, but he easily ignored her.
"Aww what's the matter baby girl? I thought you were gonna show me what you got, but so far I aint seen nothing." John smirked as he felt Christy struggle harder. He wasn't letting her get off that easy. Not only was he enjoying teasing her like this, but she felt good in his arms. Although John had a girlfriend, she was the furthest thing from his mind at that particular moment.
"I'll show you what I got as soon as you put me down!" retorted Christy. "Thank you," she huffed when he finally put her down. Before she had a chance to make a move, she found herself in John's arms again. This time with her back against his chest and her arms twisted across her chest so she couldn't move.
"You're not playing fair!" Christy protested.
John laughed as he pulled her arms tighter. "When did I say I was gonna play with you? You said you wanted to wrestle and that's what we're doin." John lowered his head, his lips against her ear. "And I think I like wrestlin' with you."
Christy held back a shiver as she felt his hot breath in her ear. She hadn't been this close to a man in a while and she couldn't help the way her body reacted to him.
"Well you have to give me a chance," she insisted, trying to keep her breathing under control. She didn't want to give John the wrong idea. After all, she had promised herself when she found out she was being sent to Smackdown that she was going to work hard to be seen as more then a piece of ass.
John let out an exaggerated groan as he let her arms go reluctantly. He really did enjoy how soft her skin was. Christy turned around and smiled brightly at him. He was just about to reprimand her for wasting time when all of a sudden he felt a sharp pain on his thigh.
"Ah! What the fuck girl? I wasn't even payin' attention!" John Cena glared at the laughing redhead. She seemed proud that she had just managed to catch him off guard. Not for long.
Before Christy had a chance to gloat over her well placed kick, John ran towards her and tackled her to the ground. Christy gasped in surprise as she felt herself being pushed to the floor.
"Ya know if you wanna play dirty, you could've just told me," said John, his face hanging a few inches above her. Christy looked up at him, not daring to make a move. John had taken her down and he had gone down with her. He was lying on top of her, his knee in between her thighs. Christy was distinctly aware of a strange feeling. It wasn't bad…just strange. Almost as if someone had placed an assortment of butterflies in her stomach and they were flapping their wings madly.
"Hey, I didn't hurt you did I?" John's worried voice broke into her thoughts and Christy forced a carefree smile on her lips. She wasn't about to tell him that he was making her feel this way; he might think she was crazy.
"No, I'm okay, but if you don't get off me then I might suffocate," she replied attempting to push him off. John chuckled and rolled off her and onto his back, putting his arms behind his head. Christy shook her head as she stood up. "Are you gonna stay there all night?"
"Yea I think I'm stayin' here the whole night. It is a 24 hour gym," he replied, closing his eyes.
"Wont Torrie get lonely at the hotel all by herself?" she asked, cocking her head to one side playfully.
"She can deal with it," shrugged John carelessly.
Christy raised an eyebrow and decided to tease him. "Yea, your right. I mean if you don't show up, she'll probably find some other guy to keep her warm at night."
She giggled as John's eyes shot open and he looked up at her, feigning anger.
"Yo man, are you calling my girlfriend a slut?" he demanded. Christy nodded her head in agreement. "Well she's not; trust me on this one girl. She aint been givin' me no ass lately."
"Well, I actually have someone waiting for me at my room. So I'm gonna head out," said Christy, turning away. She smirked inwardly as she heard John stand up quickly and fall into step with her.
"Who is it?" he asked. There was a small hint of jealousy in his voice, but Christy was too busy gathering her things to notice.
"Who's who?" she asked calmly.
"Who's tappin' that ass?" asked John. He brushed his hand against her ass lightly as if she didn't know what he was referring to.
Christy jumped slightly, surprised by his boldness. From the short time she had known him, she had figured that he wasn't a shy man but she didn't think he would be so forward. After all, they had just met that afternoon!
"Hey! My goodies aren't for you. They're for the lucky guy that's waiting at the hotel," said Christy slapping away his wandering hand. John followed her through the door into the brisk night. It had suddenly gotten much colder.
"Do you really have a man?" asked John seriously. Christy opened the door to her rented car and looked back at him.
"No John. There is no one waiting for me at my hotel room. I'm not the whore everyone thinks I am," she replied, a trace of anger in her voice. She knew that she wasn't going to be portrayed in the best light when she had agreed to become a WWE diva. Still, she couldn't help getting mad when guys automatically thought she was a slut in real life because of whom she portrayed on TV.
John seemed to sense the anger in her voice because he backed away. "Yea, don't trip girl. I wasn't calling you a whore or nothing. Listen, you go back to your lonely hotel room and do what you gotta do. I'll see you around," John said turning away and going back into the gym to finish his workout.
Christy stared after him, feeling sad. Why? she wondered confused. She had never longed for a guy to go home to since she had started working with the company, but John's words had suddenly caused her to feel empty. He seemed to have awoken some sort of longing deep inside of her. Christy found herself speculating about how different her life would be if she did have a man. Someone who would accept what she was doing and love her for her, not the persona she emitted from television sets.
Christy sighed as she tossed her gym bag into the passenger seat. There was no use thinking about anything now. She might as well go back to her empty hotel room and "do what she needed to do" as John had suggested.
(X X X)
"We love the divas!"
Stacy Keibler smiled as she glanced over at her current shopping partner.
Trish Stratus met her gaze and they burst out into a fit of giggles. It wasn't that they weren't used to having people, especially men, recognize them, but it always cracked them up as to what means their fans would go to just to get their attention.
"He loves ya Trish," teased Stacy.
The small Canadian rolled her eyes and threw up her hands in mock surprise. "What did you expect Stacy? I mean, I am Trish Stratus."
"Oh get off your high horse woman," said Stacy, smacking Trish playfully with one of her many shopping bags. Trish dodged it and laughed as she tried to hit Stacy with one of her own bags.
"You're such a bad influence on me Stace," she commented. Stacy raised her eyebrow in amusement.
"Oh really? And why is that?"
"You always make me act like a little kid. How does it look when a 6 time Woman's Champ is seen looking like she's in kindergarten?" Trish put an arm out to stop Stacy. "Oh! Look at those pretty shoes! I want em, I want em!" she exclaimed, dragging the leggy blond inside the store.
"Oh right, I make you look like a little kid. I think you do a pretty good job of that yourself," said Stacy, shaking her head. But Trish was too busy trying on the shoes to pay her any attention.
"Look at how cute they are!" squealed Trish. She caught the attention of one of the employees and asked for a pair in her size. The two divas sat down on one of the benches to wait. They had been shopping for nearly 3 hours and taking a souvenir from all their stops had slowly begun to weigh them down.
"You know, we should get some guy to carry our bags," complained Trish, dropping her bags to the floor.
"We should get Dave to do it," agreed Stacy, referring to one of the biggest superstar they knew. She noticed a smile and a faint hint of pink on Trish's face. "Ooo, does somebody have a crush on the big bad animal?" teased Stacy.
"No!" denied Trish, looking away. Stacy smiled. She had known Trish longer then any of the other divas and she was the closest to her. Overtime, she had learned to read Trish like a book because she had never been able to hide her emotions well.
"Its okay to like someone," said Stacy softly. She knew how much Randy had affected Trish and how weary she was of trusting any other men. Stacy had tried to convince her that there were many different types of guy out there, but her stubborn friend had refused to listen to her and had come to the conclusion that all guys were jerks.
"I know its okay, Stace; but I don't want to. I don't want to risk getting hurt again. It hurt like a bitch last time, and I'm in no hurry to go through that again." Trish took the shoes an employee was handing her and walked up to the register to pay for them while Stacy began to gather all their bags.
They walked in silence for a while until Trish suggested they go get something to eat. After getting their food, the two women sat down at a small table, away from all the other shoppers to try to get some measure of privacy.
"You know, not all guys are like Randy," tried Stacy timidly. She didn't want to bring up that subject again but she felt like Trish was trapped. On one hand, she had practically sworn off men. But on the other hand, she was starting to develop feelings for someone else.
"I guess there are some nice guys out there," agreed Trish, hesitantly. "But how do I know Dave is one of them?"
Stacy shrugged. "You don't. But you'll never know unless you try."
Trish nodded, taking a bite out of her sandwich. She really did like Dave. The few times she had talked to him, he had seemed very genuine. He made her laugh and never once treated her as if she was inferior.
"And you know, maybe what happened with Randy was a good thing," she heard Stacy say. Trish looked at her like she had grown an extra head. After all Stacy had seen go through because of him and she was telling her it was a good thing?
"Oh don't look at me like that Trish. I mean, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing because now you know what to watch out for." Trish sighed deeply. Maybe Stacy was right. She was much more careful of who she talked to now.
"I guess your right," said Trish quietly.
"So how did Randy act when he was trying to get with you?" asked Stacy. Trish looked up in surprise. Stacy had never expressed an interest in the details of her brief relationship with Randy.
"Why do you want to know?" she asked suspiciously.
Stacy waved her hand as if to dismiss her suspicions. "I was just curious. You never really told me. All you kept saying was how well he played you and how much you wanted to-"
"Castrate him?" finished Trish, remembering vividly how hurt and angry she was after he had kicked her out.
"Yea…" Stacy trailed off, seeing the look on her friends face. She knew she shouldn't have brought it up. Trish deserved to be able to get over it, and her bringing it up again was like opening up old wounds.
"He was really smart at how he went about doing things," said Trish suddenly. Stacy nodded for her to continue. "I mean, you know when something is out of reach you want it more? Well I guess he knew that too. He would talk to me and then make me go after him. And me, like an idiot, would do it. It's just…we had such good conversations. Then I would call him and he would act so slick. Dropping all his lines on me. I can't believe I fell for them. I really thought they were just for me." Trish sighed as she recounted the past. "I look back at it now and I want to slap myself."
Stacy smiled at the distraught woman in front of her.
"Don't worry sweetie. It's all behind you now. And you're a stronger woman now." Trish smiled at her friends attempts to make her feel better.
"Thanks Stace."
"No problem. I'm sorry I even brought it up. But we have more important things to attend to now," said Stacy smiling wickedly as Trish raised an eyebrow in question. "We need to figure out a way to hook you up with Dave Batista."
(X X X)
"Why did you get back so late yesterday?"
John resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his girlfriend's question.
"Tor, I already told you. I was workin' out at the gym and I guess I lost track of time."
Torrie Wilson narrowed her eyes in suspicion. She didn't believe him for one minute. It sounded like something she would use.
"Are you sure?" she asked again.
"Babe I'm sure I was at the gym. I don't know how many times I gotta tell ya girl." John Cena squeezed his eyes shut to try to get rid of what seemed like the beginning of a headache. All thanks to Torrie's non-stop interrogation, he thought annoyed. His eyes snapped open as he felt a weight settle down on the bed beside him. He glanced over at Torrie who was smiling innocently. She brushed her hands against his abs.
"I just get so worried when you're not with me," she murmured, looking up at John. He seemed to be buying it. Torrie almost laughed in his face. She couldn't believe how naïve the young superstar was. A little bit of sexual innuendo and he was putty in her hands.
"Why are you so worried? I'm a big boy now. I can take care of myself." John closed his eyes again as he felt Torrie pull his shirt up and continue to caress his bare skin.
"I know that John. But when you're not with me, I always think there's some girl trying to hook up with you. And… I don't like that feeling." She continued her feather like touch as she scooted closer to him.
"I get worried when you aint with me too," said John. He wasn't sure why all of a sudden Torrie wanted to tease him like this. He was always the aggressor as long as they had been going out. Not that he was complaining of course, but it seemed out of character for her.
"Well you don't have to worry about that baby," murmured Torrie. She sat up suddenly and swung her leg over him so she was straddling him.
John Cena gripped her waist tightly. He was in no mood to wait for foreplay. She had been acting like a prude the last couple of days and now that she had started it, he wasn't letting her go anywhere until she finished it.
"Ya know I aint been seeing no action for a couple of days," John said. His hands went to the front of her shirt and he started unbuttoning it.
"Be careful or your gonna rip it," whined Torrie.
John Cena gritted his teeth in annoyance. Somehow, even though Torrie was a beautiful woman, she always managed to kill the mood in one way or another. He could still remember that time that they were going at it and she had almost slapped him for pulling her hair because she didn't want to mess it up.
"I think I'm gonna go down and get something to eat," announced John suddenly. Torrie's mouth dropped in shock. This was definitely a first. John Cena refusing sex?
"Are you cheating on me?" asked Torrie angrily. John looked back at her as he pulled on his shoes.
"What makes you say that?"
"You just turned down sex, what do you think? If you're not in the mood now it must be because you got some somewhere else." Torrie clenched her fists in anger as she thought of who it might be. All the girls that even looked John's way were sluts to her; so in that case there were many suspects.
"I aint cheatin' on you baby girl. But I am hungry and I don't wanna rip your shirt," replied John. He let the door slam behind him as he made his way out of the room.
Torrie punched the pillow in frustration. This was not good. If she couldn't control him with the temptation of sex, then her plan wouldn't work. She glared as she saw one of John's many hats sitting on the nightstand, almost as if mocking her. She swung her hand and sent the hat flying across the room. It wasn't fair. She had been there longer then John and he was getting so much more attention. He had been pushed so fast and Torrie was almost never used on camera anymore. The main reason she had been going out with him was so she could have something over all the other divas. After all, no one else was dating someone who was the main event almost every night were they? In fact, if she hadn't made a match for herself against that whore Christy Hemme, then she was pretty sure she wasn't even going to be on the show next week.
Torrie fell on her back. She didn't want to go anywhere right now. She groaned as she remembered that she and John were supposed to go to dinner later that night. Oh well, she would get out of it somehow. She would tell him that she needed to go work out and instead sneak away to some nightclub. She smiled to herself. John had no idea what she really did half the time.
(X X X)
Randy Orton panted as he rolled onto his back. Closing his eyes, he relaxed against the sheets for a few seconds to cool off. He opened his eyes as soon as he felt her presence on the bed beside him; still.
"You can go now," he said, breaking the silence. He turned away from her and could almost feel her eyes on his back, staring at him in shock.
"I thought you said I could spend the day here with you and then we would go out to eat later," the brunette said softly.
Randy turned to her, a distant expression on his features. He didn't know how many times he had used that line on women before. It was amazing he still found someone who fell for it. Like this bitch. He couldn't even remember her name and she expected him to waste more of his time on her?
"I lied," he said shortly. There was no point in dressing it up. He had promised her something to get what he wanted. He had done it many times before. He wasn't even planning to hook up with anyone until later that night. But when he had seen her while eating a late breakfast, he couldn't help but try to get with her.
"You son of a bitch!" exclaimed the woman angrily. She stood up and began to gather her clothes off the floor.
Randy watched her in mild amusement. She looked like she had just heard the hotel was on fire. As soon as she had put her clothes back on, she turned to him.
"I don't see how you expect to ever have a serious relationship if you keep acting like a jackass," she spat out, walking out of the room. A feisty one, thought Randy smiling. Her words had no effect on him, however. He had heard the same words many different ways from many different women.
"And I'll probably hear the same ones later tonight," he murmured to himself, drifting off into a deep slumber.
(X X X)
"I'm not doing it."
Stacy Keibler shook her head firmly. There was no way she was doing it. She didn't care if she looked like a chicken. There was not a chance in hell he would get her to do it.
Gregory Helms looked at Stacy, a twinkle in his eye. He would get her to do it. He knew he would.
"C'mon Stacy. I bet you you'll have fun."
Stacy crossed her arms across her chest and glared at her friend. He was crazy if he thought she was going anywhere near that thing.
"Greg! You know I'm afraid of heights and yet you brought me here. You told me we would just be going out to eat or something. If I had known we were going to do this, I would have hung up on you!"
Greg smiled at her. "That's why I didn't tell you. And besides I said we could go to dinner and do something else. Well, this is that something else," he pointed out. She could never say he hadn't told her. He just hadn't told her in detail, he reasoned.
"Excuse me, we need to know who's going up," interrupted the instructor who had been quiet during their whole argument.
"We're both going up," replied Greg, trying to lead Stacy onto the platform. Stacy steeled herself against his pushes.
"Greg! I'm not doing it! Why the hell would I even think about bungee jumping when I'm so scared of heights?" she exclaimed.
"Because this way you could get over your fears," said Greg, almost sounding wise.
"Well I don't want to get over them," grumbled Stacy. She knew he was right, but that didn't mean she would do it. She looked up at the crane that was suspended 170-feet above them. Slowly, her gaze landed on Greg. He was looking at her expectantly. Stacy shook her head again sighing.
"Just because I go up there doesn't mean I'm going to jump," said Stacy stubbornly.
Greg's face broke into a smile. He knew he could get her to do it.
"So both of you are going up?" asked the instructor.
"Yea," answered Greg quickly, afraid that Stacy might change her mind.
"Alright, well we're going to have to ask you some questions and weigh you in order to keep you safe," continued the trainer. He took out a pen and began to ask them questions. "Do either of you have high blood pressure? Diabetes? Asthma?" he continued until they had gone through everything. They weighed themselves in and got the standard safety briefing.
"Alright, we're ready to go up," announced the instructor. He led them to the crane and opened the small gate.
Stacy held back. "I can't do this," she whispered looking at Greg with pleading eyes. She was scared to death of the thought of letting herself drop from such high heights, to be held only by a piece of elastic.
Greg smiled tenderly. He knew her fear of heights. That was the main reason he had asked her to do this with him.
"Stacy, nothing is going to happen to you," he said gently taking her hands and leading her onto the crane.
Stacy followed numbly. Just because she got up there didn't mean she had to do it right? She stared as she looked down to see the instructor putting on her ankle straps. Greg already had his on and he was looking up to the top with an eager expression.
Stacy gripped the railing hard as she felt the crane being lifted into the air. She looked down as the ground fell away from her. She closed her eyes and started breathing heavily. What the hell was she thinking? There was no way she was doing it.
"Greg I really can't do this," she uttered quietly.
"Youcan do this Stacy. I wouldn't have brought you here if I didn't think you couldn't," he told her. He placed his hand over hers and placed his other arm around her shoulders.
Stacy relaxed into him. She felt much safer when she was in his arms. But she wouldn't when she was falling through the air.
The crane stopped with a jerk and Greg shook her softly to get her to open her eyes.
"Who wants to go first?"
Stacy forced herself to swallow. Her throat was suddenly as dry as sandpaper and she felt slightly dizzy. It would be worse if she watched Greg go first. It would only give her time to worry and grow even more nervous.
"I will," she said almost inaudibly.
"Alright then, just step on up and hold onto the sides. Don't worry about it, bungee jumping is safer then riding a bicycle," assured the instructor.
Stacy would have burst out laughing if she wasn't scared she would throw up instead. She would give anything to be riding a bike right now. She peered down over the edge and felt her stomach plummet.
"Don't look down," whispered Greg into her ear. He stood behind her and gave her a hug. Stacy wanted to collapse into his arms; her knees were shaking so hard.
"Okay," sighed Stacy. She felt him let go and she looked up. She wouldn't look down.
"Are you ready?" Stacy slowly nodded her head. It was now or never.
"3-2-1..."
(x x x)
"Oh my God that was so amazing!"
Greg rolled his eyes, laughing. First she wouldn't shut up about how much she hated bungee jumping and now he couldn't get her to stop talking about how great it was.
"I mean, it was just such a great feeling! I felt like I weighed nothing! I felt like I was flying! I can do anything I want now!" continued Stacy. She was smiling from ear to ear. She had just done something that she thought she would never do. She had just overcome her biggest fear. She felt more energy then she had ever felt in her life.
"I know, I was there with you," reminded Greg. He rolled his window down to feel the air against his face. Stacy had insisted that they go out to a club and Greg had agreed with her. She needed to do something to calm down because she still had so much adrenaline from the jump. He stole a quick look as Stacy looked out the window. She looked beautiful as always. Her short black skirt showed off her legs and the small top embraced her subtle curves to perfection. Greg sighed as he forced his eyes back on the road. She didn't even notice.
"There it is!" cried Stacy excitedly. She bounced out of the car and shifted her weight from foot to foot impatiently. She wanted to dance. She had way too much energy and she needed to burn some of it off. Stacy took a deep breath. She felt like she was invincible. Like she was on top of the world. She could do anything now, after jumping from 170-feet, she wanted to do it all.
"Alright, alright, we're here," said Greg. He laughed as Stacy let out a squeal of delight as the loud music hit them. She took his hand and led him to the bar, demanding shots for the both of them.
"A toast to us," she said, handing him his drink. Greg watched her as she polished it off and ordered another one.
"Hey, you might want to take it easy," he warned. Stacy ignored him as she swallowed another.
"Fine then, lets go dance!" she exclaimed taking his hand again and pulling him onto the dance floor. Greg placed his hands on her waist as she danced to the music. He had always known she was a good dancer. But he didn't want to dance with her for long. He had very little control of his body when he was this close to her and he was already breathing heavily from the way she was pressing against him.
It would have been fine if he was going out with her, but he wasn't. They were friend and nothing more. Stacy had never hinted that she liked him as anything more then that. Although he longed for her to drop him any kind of sign that she wanted to be more then friends, she never had. And he wouldn't dream of jeopardizing their friendship by admitting his feelings for her. As long as he could be close to her, he was content.
(X X X)
"Looks like this is the hot spot."
Randy nodded as he surveyed his surroundings. The club did like look it was a good one. The music was blaring and he could already see a lot of girls looking over in his direction.
"I guess you know how to pick em," he said to the large man standing beside him.
Hunter nodded, his eyes searching over the scene. He always seemed to know where the good clubs were, in every town they hit. This was no exception. He smiled as he caught sight of a blond woman with very large breasts. That was his conquest for the night.
"Well see you later kid. I'm gonna try and get that one over by the bar." He adjusted his shirt and sauntered over to the bar leaving the young superstar to stand alone.
Randy smirked as he saw a group of girls look over in his direction and talk amongst themselves. Too bad none of them were very pretty. He made his way over to one of the vacant stools near the bar. He would get a couple of drinks first and then after careful consideration he would make his move. Randy Orton was never one to rush these things. The girls he took home were always the finest. He would check them out for their looks of course. But then he would take a note of how they moved; after all, if they couldn't move well on the dance floor then they wouldn't be able to move well in the bedroom would they?
His eyes settled on a couple dancing near him. Well, more like laughing. The woman was hot, he concluded as he ran his eyes over her. Her legs were very long and Randy smirked as he thought of how good they would feel wrapped around him. She had her back to him so he couldn't see if her face was as nice as her legs. Randy had no qualms about thinking about a girl who was with someone else. It wasn't like he hadn't fucked someone who already had a boyfriend. As he continued to watch her, his eyes flitted up to look at the guys face. He was laughing and it looked like he was teasing his girl. As Randy looked at him, he found the face to be familiar. At that moment the girl turned around and Randy was surprised to see a very familiar diva.
And that was that stupid freak she hung out with, Randy remembered. His eyes wandered up to Stacy's face and he saw a happy expression light up her features. Very different from the way she looked when she was around him. The only expression she ever had on her face when she was around him was one of anger. And lust, thought Randy cockily, remembering their little encounter after the show.
As he watched, he saw Stacy hug Greg and he led her to the bar. They sat a couple of seats from Randy, but they didn't seem to notice him.
"Go for it! She's been eyeing you all night!" he heard Stacy say.
Randy took a sip of his beer slowly, watching as Greg went up to a woman at the end of the bar and invite her to dance. She accepted and he led her back to the dance floor, sending Stacy a thumbs up sign.
Randy snorted as he checked out the woman Greg had chosen. She was ok looking, but nothing really special. Randy snapped out of his thoughts as he saw Stacy beckoning for the bartender. He finished the last of his drink and got up out of his stool.
"I'll take another shot," said Stacy, not noticing the large figure that was now leaning against the bar beside her.
"Planning on getting drunk tonight?"
Stacy turned to face the speaker. Randy Orton flashed her a smile as he ordered a shot for himself.
"You know, stalking is illegal in all fifty states Randy." Stacy smiled as she watched him throw his shot back like an expert.
"Sweetie, I wouldn't waste my time following you around. The only reason you have the pleasure of talking to me is because I still haven't spotted someone to take back to the hotel," retorted Randy cooly.
"Aw, so does that mean you don't wanna waste your time dancing with me?" asked Stacy with a pout on her lips. She didn't know what had brought around her sudden change of feelings for him. The last time she had seen him the only thing she wanted to do was slap that stupid smirk off his face. Now he stood next to her wearing that same smirk the only thing she wanted to do was ram him up against a wall like he had done to her. Sure, she could blame the alcohol, but deep down she knew that she wanted to repeat the incident that had happened that night after the show.
Randy raised an eyebrow as he looked at the slightly buzzed diva. Of course he wanted to dance with her. He wanted to do a lot more then dance with her.
"Let's go then," he said offering her his hand.
"Actually I just wanted to know if you would say yes. You don't think I would actually want to dance with you do you?" Stacy turned away haughtily. She couldn't resist. He had made so many others feel like shit, why shouldn't he get back what he dished out?
The young superstar smirked at her attempt to make him feel bad. It was funny how she thought she could hurt his feelings. He had heard worse things from many different woman. He took a seat next to her and ran his finger down her exposed back. She turned around quickly and gave him a dirty look.
"What do you think your doing?" she demanded.
Randy ignored her question as he pulled her stool closer to his. She opened her mouth to protest but Randy shot her a warning with his cold blue eyes. She settled for pushing his hands away as he rested them on her leg. Randy looked into her brown eyes, trying to read her thoughts. He could see clearly that she wanted him even if she wasn't aware of it yet. Overtime, Randy had learned to sense when a woman was aroused, and the way Stacy was reacting to his touches, he knew she was getting excited.
"Stop," whispered Stacy fiercely as he made his way toward her inner thigh. Randy chuckled as he leaned over to her.
Stacy's eyes widened as she felt Randy's tongue on her ear. She gripped the edges of the bar stool so as not to fall off. Closing her eyes, she felt a him slide his hand further up her thigh. She was afraid to let him feel how wet he had made her. If he knew he would think he had won. And that cocky bastard didn't need to feel like he had conquered anyone else.
Randy pulled his hand back suddenly and stared as Stacy attempted to retain her composure. She looked flushed and he could already see a thin sheen of sweat forming over her body, creating a glow. He licked his lips as he ran his eyes over her. He had no desire to continue his attack here where he only had a limited amount of space. If he was going to make her want him he was going to do it on his own terms. Before she had a chance to protest, he grabbed her arm and pulled her off the stool.
Stacy struggled to free her wrist from Randy grip but it was no use. He only tightened his hold on her almost painfully. Stacy looked around for Greg but he was nowhere to be seen. She regretted talking to Randy in the first place, but on the other hand she was curious to find out what he would do to her.
Soon after thinking this, Randy dragged her in front of him, backing her into a wall once again. Stacy glanced at her surroundings. He had led her in a deserted area of the club.
"What the hell are you doing?" hissed Stacy as he walked closer to her.
"Like you don't know," replied Randy lowly. Stacy almost moaned at the sound of his voice. She had always thought he was one of the hottest wrestlers backstage. She was ashamed to recall that she had been jealous when Trish would tell her about her dates with him. Even now, after she knew what he had done to Trish, and what he was doing to all the other girls in the locker room, she still felt a strong desire for him.
Stacy was torn away from her thoughts as she felt something warm slowly hike up her skirt. Stacy repressed a moan. She wanted nothing more then to feel his hands all over her body, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that kept her from fully enjoying the moment.
"You know you're about the only girl backstage I haven't gotten a taste of," murmured Randy. His tongue flicked over her collarbone and Stacy bit her lip. How could he be thinking about that while he was doing this to her?
"Who says I'm going to let you get with me?" she asked breathlessly. She gasped as she felt his hand brush against the lace of her panties.
"Looks to me like you want me whether you want to admit it or not." Stacy dug her nails into his back. It was true that she wanted him, but he didn't have to rub it in her face. Stacy glared up at him as she brought her hand between them. She grabbed his manhood and grinned seductively as he looked at her in surprise. He wasn't the only who knew how to play games.
"Looks to me like you want it just as much," said Stacy running her hand up and down his shaft. She could feel him growing in her hand. The feeling was incredible. She knew she was a beautiful woman, she was told that everyday. But she had almost forgotten how powerful it made her feel to be able to get such a rise out of a man. Especially a man such as Randy Orton.
"Funny, I never thought you would turn out to be so kinky." Before Stacy had a chance to respond, Randy pushed her thin panties to the side and began to touch her.
Stacy moaned in pleasure. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing to her. His fingers worked skillfully, rubbing against her in all the right places at just the right speed. She could feel herself beginning to lose control as he finally slid a finger in. "Randy," Stacy moaned. She blushed as soon as she heard herself say his name. How could she be so weak? She knew how arrogant he was. To be able to say that she had called out his name would only make him more intolerable.
At that moment, though, none of these thoughts seemed to be registering in her mind. All she wanted was to be granted release, and Randy was the only one who could give it to her. She felt Randy slow his pace down and she growled low in her throat. This was no time for him to be going slow. She was about to reach the top and he was going to finish what he started. She grabbed his hand and forced his fingers in deeper. Wincing from the sudden penetration, she continued to guide his movements. She felt herself get hotter as he sucked on her bottom lip.
Finally, she felt her mind go blank. She didn't think about how wrong what she was doing was. She didn't think about how impossible it would be to face him again. She didn't think about what she would do if Trish ever found out about this. All she could feel were surges of pleasure running through her body.
Randy Orton looked down at the trembling woman in his arms. He had just given another woman her orgasm. And it seemed like a strong one by the way her thighs were shaking. Randy smirked. He loved to feel a woman's thigh shaking afterward. It always told him he was as good as he thought he was. He could feel himself growing more aroused as he watched Stacy breath heavily. It was his turn. He lowered his head to her neck once more but she pushed him away. Randy stared at her angrily. He wanted to be satisfied just as he had satisfied her.
"I think I have to go," purred Stacy, pulling her skirt down from around her waist.
Randy glared at her as she attempted to fix her hair.
"I just gave you the best orgasm of your life and you want to walk away?" His voice was dangerously low as he glared at her.
Stacy rolled her eyes. "Don't kid yourself sweetie. I've had better," she scoffed. She turned to walk away but looked back at him. "You might want to get someone to help you with that," she said looking down at his visible erection.
Randy growled as he watched her walk away. For the second time that week. He punched the wall in anger. He was supposed to be the one that was using her. Not the other way around. She had gotten all the pleasure while he was left standing there to find some random chick to relieve his tension. He stalked back to the crowd of people and picked out a brunette. He would have no time to make his usual inspection. She would have to do.
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