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Torrie Wilson grunted in pleasure as she took him in. She needed this. After going for so long without sex, she deserved it. She ran her nails along his back as she squeezed her eyes shut. He was pumping into her as if his life depended on it. She arched her back as she felt the familiar waves of pleasure run up and down her spine. She was a sucker for that feeling. It didn't matter whom it was with. As long as she could feel that delicious tingle, she didn't care.

She pulled her skirt back down as he pulled out of her and breathed deeply as she attempted to slow her racing heart. She smiled sweetly at the young man who was looking at her with wide eyes.

He was a good-looking guy; he knew that. Nevertheless, he always had to drop a few lines before a girl would let him do what he had just finished doing. But not her. She had just met him a week before and here she was now, pulling her skirt down after she had pushed it up herself and invited him to fuck her.

"What?" asked Torrie, annoyed that he was staring at her. He should be thankful. He was nowhere near being a big superstar. She had done him a favor, she knew none of the other divas would give him the time of day because he was still new to the business. But she thought he was hot, and that was all that mattered.

"Do you even know my name?" he asked staring at her incredulously.

Torrie shrugged as she ran her fingers through her hair. "No," she responded shortly. Was that even important? She needed a good fuck and he was the first one she had seen. He wouldn't say anything to anyone. She was sure he wasn't close enough to anyone yet to share any details; even if he did say something, it was her word against his. And who would believe a rookie over her?

"Don't you have a boyfriend?" he questioned.

Torrie rolled her eyes. "Yes I have a boyfriend, if you must know." She glanced at him and before he said anything else, she sensed his next question. "It really isn't any of your business why I don't have sex with him. Maybe he just doesn't satisfy me. Or maybe I'm mad at him and I'm not giving him any. What does it matter? You should just be happy that you got some and stop asking so many damn questions," she snapped. She pushed him out of the way roughly and wrenched the door open.

Breathing a sigh of relief when she saw that no one had seen her step out of the janitor's closet, she proceeded to walk down the long corridor. It wasn't her fault she loved sex. The fact that John wouldn't treat her like a princess gave her every right to abstain in any sexual acts with him. But not anyone else. She didn't care if he was getting irritated at being shot down every time he tried to initiate something. As long as he wanted it, she had the power in their relationship. And now that she had gotten what she had been craving for, she could focus all her attention on beating the hell out of Christy.

(X X X)

The small Canadian chewed her bottom lip nervously. Why did she feel like a giddy schoolgirl? It wasn't like her to be so worked up about a guy. She had been in the business long enough to have seen and experienced everything at least once. She had done far more nerve-wracking things. Like all six times she had gone out to the ring and won the Women's Championship. Sure, she had been nervousabout thattoo. But not like this. For the first time in a long time, Trish Stratus was afraid of putting herself out there, and being rejected. The Championship wins had been planned, this wasn't.

Suddenly, to her horror, the door she had been standing in front of slowly opened.

"Hey Trish, what brings you to my corner of the hotel?"

Trish forced a smile. Maybe if he weren't so big she wouldn't be so speechless. But he was a towering 6'5 and it didn't help that he was one of the hottest men she had ever laid eyes on.

"Hey Dave," she responded. She was surprised to hear her voice sound so calm. A look of confusion came over her features. Why was she so nervous? Was it because for once she was the one that was approaching someone? It wasn't her fault that she was always the one being asked out; she supposed it had something to do with her looks. But after having her trust so brutally betrayed by Randy, she doubted any man who went up to her. Who could blame her? Anyone could understand that she was paranoid about getting with any other guy. But Stacy had come to her room and encouraged her to meet up with him. And she couldn't say she didn't want to, she was just afraid.

"So… do you wanna come in?" His deep voice broke into her contemplations and she nodded her head. She caught a whiff of his cologne and her stomach stirred. She always did like a man who smelled good.

"You smell nice," she said, turning to smile at him as he shut the door.

Dave Batista glanced down at the beautiful woman who had unexpectedly shown up at his door. Why she had decided to come to him he had no idea. But he was happy she had.

"Well thank you. You smell pretty nice yourself," he returned.

Trish followed him as he led her to the spacious living room. His hotel room was the same as hers, only with a slightly different color scheme. She sat down on the plump cushions and toyed with the tassel of a nearby pillow. He was so nice, she thought randomly. Trish gritted her teeth in determination. Why should she be nervous around anyone anymore? He had never acted as if he had a double agenda with her and she needed to let her guard down eventually. Why not start with him?

"So, any particular reason you decided to grace me with your presence?"

Trish looked up with a new fire in her eyes. Where she had gotten it she didn't know. But it was there and she was running with it.

"Just wanted to know if you were doing anything later tonight?"

Dave shook his head slowly. He had never thought Trish to be a nervous woman. Yet here she was, attempting play off her apprehensiveness and act cool and collected. He had heard about what happened to her. How much Randy had hurt her and how careful she was to all the men she talked to. But here she was now, asking him out on a date.

"Trish Stratus… are you asking me out on a date?" he teased. He grinned as he saw her cheeks turn bright red, but she tipped her chin up defiantly and looked at him calmly.

"So what if I am?"

"Well, if you are, than I accept. But since you got to ask me, I get to choose where we're going."

That hadn't been so hard. He was smiling easily at her and she couldn't help but grin back at him. It was strange how he made her so relaxed. When had she last felt like that?

"All right Dave," she sighed, pretending to give up. "Where do you want to go?" She was expecting him to say a nightclub or a bar; after all, that was where most of her dates ended up.

Dave smiled mischievously. "Have you ever been mini golfing in the dark?"

(X X X)

"Randy…Randy! Oww, stop!"

Randy Orton pushed himself off and glared angrily at the woman lying beneath him. She looked up at him with confused eyes.

"Why the hell were you doing it so hard?" demanded Candice Michelle.

"I wasn't doing anything hard babe. You ever think maybe you can't handle me?" He shook her hand off violently as she attempted to massage his shoulders. She was fine every now and then. But she was always there. She presented no challenge. No matter how loud he yelled at her to get out of his face as soon as he finished with her, she always came back for more.

"Is something wrong?" she asked wrapping the sheets around her naked body. She had gone to his hotel room knowing full well what he would do as soon as the door shut behind her. Sure enough, as soon as she had stepped into his room he wasted no time in ordering her to take off her clothes.

"Nothing's wrong. Maybe I just don't want to fuck you anymore," snapped Randy.

A frown marred the face of the diva. She sighed as she began to dress herself. She wasn't getting what she wanted from him tonight that was for sure. She had noticed that he had been a lot rougher with her, almost as if he had been deprived. But he hadn't been deprived; she had visited him earlier that week and she was sure that many other women had as well. Which was fine by her, she had a boyfriend at home. She didn't want to start a relationship with him, she only wanted him to fulfill her desires even if he treated her like trash the second he was finished.

"Well, something's wrong with you. I get the feeling your mind's somewhere else," she declared, stepping into her shoes. She stood up and threw a last glance at him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his eyes fixed on the setting sun. She could almost feel the anger in the way his muscles were flexing. What could have made him so mad?

"I guess I'll see you later." Candice shut the door to the bedroom and walked across the living room out into the hall.

Randy tore his gaze away from the window. Truthfully, he didn't know why he had been so rough with Candice. He had practically ripped the clothes off her body and he was sure she would have to use a lot of makeup to cover the marks he had left on her neck.

He ran a hand through his short hair. It wasn't that Stacy Keibler was anything special. He knew there were other beautiful woman who would give it up easily. But that was precisely what made him so mad. The fact that she kept refusing him when no other woman had done so. He shook his head as he thought back to the two instances where she had gotten the better of him. He had seen and felt her desire, so he knew she wanted him. She was probably poisoned against him by Trish. That bitch couldn't keep her mouth shut and he knew they were good friends.

But it didn't matter. If Stacy wanted to play games with him, he show her that he didn't play games. Sooner or later she would give in to him and he would have another girl to brag about.

(X X X)

"Say it!"

"Stacy! Get off!"

"Not until you say it!" The leggy diva struggled to remain sitting on the squirming young man. He attempted to push himself off the couch, but she had twisted his arms to the point where he could barely move them.

"I'm not gonna say anything! You cheated!" he exclaimed. He groaned as he felt her poke a finger into his stomach.

"Dude, you may as well say it. She's not letting you go anywhere." The bigger man was seated on a chair, watching in amusement as his two teammates acted like 5 year olds.

Gregory Helms shot him an angry look. "You know, you're my partner, your supposed to be the one that's helping me out!"

Rosey shook his head laughing. "I help you out when you have three hundred pound men sitting on you. Not when you have a hundred pound girl on you."

"Hey!" protested Stacy. "I weigh more than a hundred!" The distraction was all Greg needed as he finally managed to wriggle his hands free and jumped up from the couch.

"Ha! And I didn't have to say anything!" He gloated at his escape but his smile faded when he saw the pout that was upon her lips. "Stacy…"

"I beat you fair and square! It's not my fault you can't play video games. And you said if I won you would tell me I was the best. Liar," she accused.

Greg rolled his eyes and raised his hands in defeat. "All right, all right. Stacy Keibler, you are the champion of video games."

Stacy's eyes lit up at his words. "And…?"

"And…I suck," he finished. He flinched. He was never going to hear the end of it now.

"Well of course I'm the best," she smiled. "Can you go get the champ some food? Kicking your ass made me hungry," she teased.

"Ha ha," replied Greg dryly. He turned to go into the kitchen but yelled over his shoulder. "We'll see what happens next time!"

"I swear, every time you two are together, it feels like I have to baby-sit you," commented Rosey.

Stacy smiled at him. "Well its not my fault Greg is so immature." She was prepared to plop back on the couch to wait for Greg to bring her food, but she caught sight of the clock.

"Oh crap! I have to go and see Trish!" she exclaimed. She began to gather her things when she saw the look Rosey was giving her. "What?" she asked.

"Nothing," he replied shaking his head. "Greg is gonna be sad your leaving."

Stacy rolled her eyes. "I know you two don't know what to do with yourselves when I'm not with you, but I promised Trish I would go to the gym with her and talk about some stuff."

"Alright, have a good workout. Don't worry about us, we'll just be here cryingbecause you left us," he said attempting to imitate her own pout.

Stacy laughed as she threw a pillow at him. "Greg I'm leaving," she called.

"Where are you going?" Greg appeared in the doorway with a disappointed expression on his face.

"I'm going to the gym with Trish; I'll see you two later." With that, the blond diva waved a goodbye and stepped out of the room.

"You look like your dog just got run over," Rosey observed as soon as the door shut.

"Nah, I'm ok," shrugged Greg.

"Are you ever going to tell her how much you like her?" asked Rosey quietly.

"I don't know man. I… I just don't know," he finished. He shook his head as if to rid the lingering doubts. He wanted to tell her more than anything. He wanted her for himself. He wanted her to know how much he adored her. But he would keep his mouth shut and make both their lives easier by not making things uncomfortable between them. Even if that meant he had to watch her be with someone else.

(X X X)

The anxious redhead got off the floor as she finished doing her last set of stretches. She shook her hands and made her way to the mirror for a last minute look.

"Hey, you're that new girl from Raw aren't you?"

Christy turned to smile at the brunette who had spoken.

"Yea, Christy Hemme," she said.

"I'm Dawn Marie," she returned smiling brightly. She looked over her wrestling gear and raised an eyebrow. "So you're the one that's wrestling Torrie?"

"Yea… why?" asked Christy noting the skeptical tone in her voice. As if she wasn't nervous enough about having to put on a good match.

"Well, Torrie's my friend and everything, but she plays dirty," whispered Dawn lowly. She motioned for Christy to join her on the couch and Christy obliged. "I mean, she may not seem like the nicest person backstage, but that's because she doesn't think she gets enough air-time. I guess that's what makes her walk around like she has a stick up her butt," she paused to giggle at her own joke. "But anyways, you seem like a nice girl and all, so I think I should warn you to stay away from the ropes. She likes to use them to win, and don't let the ref turn his back because she'll choke you."

Christy soaked in all she had said. Most of the girls she had wrestled acted professional in the ring. It sounded like Torrie was anything but professional.

"How do you know all this?" she asked curiously.

"I've gotten into the ring with her a couple of times," admitted Dawn.

"How can you still be her friend after she did that to you?"

The friendly diva shrugged her shoulders. "I guess maybe she gets a little carried away? I don't know, I don't want to make any judgments on her."

Christy shook her head. "You're a better person than I am," she said. "Thanks for the advice though, I'll see you later," she smiled as she headed for the door.

"Good luck," called Dawn.

(x x x)

Christy groaned in pain as she felt another hard knee to her stomach. Dawn really wasn't kidding when she said Torrie was unprofessional. She had attempted to choke her two times already, and only let go when the ref had threatened to disqualify her.

She winced as she felt Torrie pull her hair and force her to her feet. Christy reached around and shoved her hands down. That was enough. If Torrie wanted do it the hard way, Christy would comply.

As she swung around to face her, she brought her hand out and slapped her. Torrie grabbed her cheek in shock; she wasn't expecting Christy to fight back much. Glaring at the redhead, she tried to hit her back, but bent over instead clutching her stomach as a hard kick connected. She winced as she felt another to the back of her thigh. Of course, she remembered, Christy was a kicker. She attempted to stand up straight but she fell on her back as Christy suddenly tackled her.

"Get off me you bitch!" screamed Torrie as Christy straddled her and proceeded to bang her head against the canvas. To her relief, the ref broke it up and told Christy to get off. Glaring at her, Torrie got to her feet only to be knocked back down by a hard clothesline.

Christy Hemme smirked down at her opponent. She knew what she needed to do. She stepped behind Torrie as she attempted to get to her feet. As soon as she was in a vertical position, Christy grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her neck under her arm, setting her up for the Twist of Fate. She smiled as the crowd started cheering. With a sense of confidence, she raised her right arm and swung it around to wrap around the back of Torrie's neck. She dropped down suddenly and connected. Hurrying around to the side, she pinned Torrie.

"1...2...3!" As the bell sounded Christy let go of Torrie's leg and jumped to her feet excitedly. She beamed at the crowd as they cheered for her and she heard her name being announced as the winner. Suddenly, she remembered the advice Lita had once given her. Never turn your back on your opponent. Sure enough, as soon as Christy looked back at Torrie, she was prepared to administer a clothesline. The ref let her hand go as she ducked to avoid it, and instead, he was the one that was hit. Christy ducked between the ropes as Torrie yelled at the ref for getting in her way.

She shook her head as she saw Torrie continue her tantrum in the ring. "What an idiot," muttered Christy under her breath as she walked up the ramp.

(X X X)

"So?"

Trish Stratus hid a small smile. "So what?" she asked pretending not to know what her eager friend was referring to.

Stacy rolled her eyes at her friends attempt to be coy. She knew Trish couldn't keep a secret from her for long, so it was only a matter of time.

"You know what I'm talking about Trish. If you don't tell me what happened between you and Dave…" she left the sentence unfinished.

The small Canadian laughed as she continued turned down the speed on her treadmill. "Well," she started slowly. "I went to his room and I kinda froze. But then he answered the door, and I don't know, he just has a way of making me feel calm. So, I went in and he smelled so good! And you know how much I like guys who smell good," she pointed out. Stacy nodded, impatient to hear the rest of the story. "But anyways, we just sat down and I asked him out. So he said yes, and he asked me if I had ever been mini golfing in the dark. I guess that's where we're going," she finished.

The leggy blond smiled widely. This was too perfect. Already she could tell that Dave was different from Randy. Mini golfing as a date might not have been the most romantic choice, but ifTrish was happy, she was happy.

"This is so great!" exclaimed Stacy. She slowed the machine to a stop and jumped down. She leaned against the treadmill as Trish kept running. "You need to calm it down girl. You want all your energy for your date tonight," she teased.

"I don't think I need that much energy to swing a stick and knock a ball into a hole," the smaller blond retorted as she kept running.

Stacy giggled. "That sounds so dirty."

Trish rolled her eyes but laughed at her friend's joke. "Real mature Stace."

"Get off and come with me to the steam room," suggested Stacy.

"I don't want to. I don't really like steam rooms that much," Trish responded shaking her head.

"Fine, I guess I'll go alone," pouted Stacy.

Trish let out a short laugh. "That look might work on guys, but it's not gonna work on me."

Stacy huffed as she realized she wasn't going to be able to guilt her friend into joining her. "Alright; I'll see you in about half an hour?"

"Yea," agreed Trish, turning the speed back up.

(x x x)

Stacy Keibler let out a satisfied sigh as she sunk onto the wooden bench. The wood was pleasantly cool and she was thankful the gym had sprung for good quality models. She looked around lazily at the empty room. Most people were working out and she had managed to sign up for an empty sauna. Good thing too, she wasn't wearing much under her towel and she didn't want anybody gawking at her. She unwrapped the towel from her body and laid it out under her as she adjusted the small strapless top. If she couldn't go nude, wearing the small suit was the next best thing. She closed her eyes as she felt the steam work its magic on her. After taking a cold shower, this was a refreshing change. She could almost feel her troubles melting away as she felt a small droplet roll slowly down her arm. After being on the road for so long, and all the craziness going on with a certain superstar, she couldn't think of a more perfect way to unwind.

Her mind slowly drifted to him. She didn't know why he was so eager to get with her. He had never really paid much attention to her before their meeting at the vending machine. Sure, he had whistled at her sometimes as he hung out with his buddies to show off, and at times he had made rude comments loud enough for her to hear, which made Stacy want to kick him where it hurt the most, but besides usual jackass behavior, he paid no special attention to her. So why start now?

He probably wants someone else to brag about, thought Stacy distastefully. She wished she could resist his efforts forever; he wouldn't be able to brag about screwing every diva if he hadn't screwed her could he? But Stacy knew it was hard. The two times he had tried to claim her, she had just barely managed to refuse him.

If only he wasn't so sexy, thought Stacy ruefully. As much as she hated his attitude and view towards women, she couldn't deny the fact that she wanted the same thing he was after. Stacy let a soft sigh escape her lips as she thought of how much desire he was able to bring out of her. It almost seemed like he didn't even have to try very hard, one look from him and she could already feel herself growing hot. No other guy had ever done that to her.

Stacy bit her lip as she thought about his kisses. Both times he had kissed her he had been harsh. Maybe that's what made him so sexy, pondered Stacy, the fact that he didn't treat herlike she would break, as almost everyone else did. The way he looked at her when he wanted her…

Stacy shifted on the wooden seat. She needed to stop thinking about him. She could already feel herself getting worked up at the mere thought of him. How amazing that he could arouse these feelings in her when he wasn't even there.

Stacy lifted her hand to stroke her neck. He always seemed to enjoy that part of her body. She remembered how careful she was of applying her cover-up that day after their meeting in the club. She didn't want anyone asking her about the hickeys he had left and she was sure he had done it on purpose for some twisted reason. Probably to try to claim me, thought Stacy. But it had felt so good. Even if she had to wear the results of his less than gentle bites, she enjoyed every second of what he did to her.

(X X X)

His eyes looked over her body hungrily. What were the chances that he would find her here? It was just too perfect.

He swallowed hard as he saw her raise her hand and stroke her neck. This was just too much for him to bear any longer. She was practically naked in that little suit and the way she was touching her neck…

He cleared his throat suddenly and chuckled as he saw her eyes snap open and look at him in surprise.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

"Better question is what you're doing?" he asked in return. He watched as she sat up and began to wrap the towel around herself. Not if he could help it. Before she could stop him, he stepped forward and snatched the towel from her hands.

"Give that back!" she exclaimed, shooting up from her seat and taking hold of the end of the towel.

Randy smirked as he continued to hold the towel. She was crazy if she thought he would give it to her so she could hide her body from him.

"I like your suit," he said, making a point of letting her catch him checking her out. He raised his eyes to her face and noticed she had a light blush. Anyone else would have thought it to be from the humidity of the room, but Randy knew better.

"I don't care what you think about my suit," she snapped, struggling to pull the towel out of his grip. Her eyes widened as Randy jerked the towel towards him. She tensed up as soon as she felt herself fall against his chest.

"Oh but you do care sweetie. You know you think your hot shit ever since you won that Babe of the Year. But no one else's opinion matters," he lowered his head to whisper in her ear. "Only my opinion counts."

Stacy struggled to maintain a cool composure. How big was his ego? Millions of people voted for her and here he was telling her that only his opinion mattered. Stacy stiffened as she felt his hand on her lower back tracing the hem of her bikini bottom. If he kept this up any longer she was going to lose it. The fact that she had just been thinking about him doing this to her combined with the warmth of the room was making her legs tremble with desire.

"I couldn't care less what you think," she managed to say amidst her heavy breathing. But she did care what he thought, as much as she hated to admit it. She forced herself to put his hands to his chest to push him away. However, Randy sensed this and grasped both her hands.

"I don't think so babe. You've left me just when shit was about to get started and its not happening this time," he murmured against her ear. Stacy closed her eyes tightly. She wanted to walk out of the room so badly and leave him there fora third time. But she already knew the kind of power Randy had over women. Just a couple of whispered words and he was able to get whatever he wanted.

Stacy moaned as she felt his tongue against her neck. How he had gotten this good with his tongue, she didn't know. The only thing she was aware of was the wetness between her legs and the aching for him in the pit of her stomach.

She attempted to wiggle her hands out of his grasp, but he pushedthem against her chest, forcing her to stumble back on the large bench. She glared up at him as he smiled. She looked away from his gaze and instead averted her eyes to his six-pack. It was then that she noticed he was only wearing a white towel, loosely wrapped around his waist. Good Lord, had he planned this?

"Like what you see?" Stacy forced herself to look away and focused on the door she so badly wanted to go out of.

"Don't even think about it sweetheart," he said, noticing where she was looking. As if to reinforce his statement that she couldn't get away, he pushed her shoulders down so she was lying on the bench and placed a knee between her thighs.

"Get off," hissed Stacy. She arched her back as he suddenly dipped his hand and started to rub her over her bikini bottom. He traced slow, tantalizing circles against her clitoris. She knew he was skilled with his fingers, she had felt what he had done to her in the club.

Randy's lips curved into a smirk as he felt her respond to him. She was pushing herself harder against him, silently begging him for more. He shook his head as he withdrew his hand. She would learn that he didn't play games; he got what he wanted when he wanted.

"Take your top off for me," he whispered huskily. He watched as she stared at him with glazed eyes. At first she shook her head to refuse him but he took a handful of her hair and forced her head up to meet his. He licked her lips softly, not allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. "Take your top off for me," he repeated against her lips. Stacy whimpered and he bit her bottom lip so she would obey his request.

She did as he asked and reached around her back to unhook the small top. She struggled to unclasp the small hook with trembling hands. She was going to expose herself to him. If Stacy had been in the right state of mind, she would have pushed him off of her, but after the way he had touched her, she wanted to feel all he had to offer.

Randy's eyes drank in the sight of her. Sure, he had been with women who had bigger breasts, but in the long run, breasts weren't the only quality that counted. Stacy had a sort of unabashed confidence. She wasn't afraid to turn him on and leave him to fix his own problem as soon as she got her pleasure. If he didn't know her better, he would have concluded that she had the potential to follow in his footsteps. Randy almost laughed out loud. She wouldn't do that to him. She was too nice a girl to ever use anyone for sex like he did.

Stacy groaned in pleasure as she felt Randy place a hand over her breast. His touch was far from gentle and his roughness made her more excited. He grazed his thumb over her nipple, bringing it to attention. He pulled at itjust then and Stacy dug her nails into his back as she felt his lips close in around an aching nipple. He swirled his tongue around it and bit hard enough to make Stacy gasp. It had hurt, but the last thing she wanted him to do was stop.

She breathed heavily as she felt him between her legs. He was hard and she could feel it. His penis was rubbing against her thighs, teasing her. Before she had a chance to think twice, she pushed the towel down and it fell behind him to the floor.

"I knew you wanted me," she heard Randy whisper. But she didn't care, she didn't just want him, she needed him.

Randy Orton gripped her waist tighter as he felt her rub against him. If she kept this up, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from shoving himself into her as hard as he could. He looked down at her, her skin was flushed and she was biting her lip hard. Randy took her hand and coaxed her into grabbing him. He groaned as she took the hint and wrapped her hand around his manhood. Randy forced himself to stay on his elbows. The way she was stroking him made him weak, but he didn't want to fall on top of her; she was too small to bear all his weight. Randy gritted his teeth as he felt himself becoming harder in her hand. He had to have her now.

Pushing her bathing suit down her long legs, Randy stuck a finger into her moistness. She was more then ready for him. Withdrawing from inside of her, he positioned himself over her eager body. Stacy seemed to sense what was coming because she gripped his shoulders tightly. Randy let out a satisfied moan as he eased himself into her. No matter how many times he had done this, he always loved the feeling her got when he first entered a girl.

Stacy gasped as she felt him sliding into her. He was much bigger then she had expected. She hadn't been intimate with a man for a while, and she was sure it showed. She let out a small whimper as he continued to push himself into her. It started to hurt, but she didn't want him to stop. She wanted to feel all of him. Stacy wrapped her legs around Randy's waist to force him in deeper. He complied and thrust hard into her. She scratched her nails in his back at the sudden pain. It soon subsided into pleasure as he began to pump in and out of her. He was amazingly agile. His movements were smooth with ease of practice and he gripped her tightly, wordlessly telling her he was in full control.

Randy lowered his head to rest on her shoulder. He never imagined she would be so tight. Most of the women he had had sex were loose. Why else would they sleep with him after only an hour of sweet-talking? His lips found her ear and he flicked his tongue against her lobe. If he didn't distract himself with something else, he was going to lose it too soon. The way she grinded her hips against him as he went in and out was making him crazy. He didn't know if she was doing it on purpose or if it was something she usually did every time she had sex. The small way she swiveled her hips felt so good.

He began to increase his pace as he felt himself reach his peak. It didn't matter if he hadn't lasted as long with her as with all the other women. She was getting close to the top as well, and right now the only thing he wanted was to be able to feel the powerful orgasm they were both so quickly reaching.

"Randy..." muttered Stacy furtively as he increased his speed. She was about to lose it fast. The way he filled her felt so good that Stacy couldn't help the way her body reacted to him. She wished she could hold out longer, but the only thing she wanted now was release. She cried out as the strong waves hit her body. Her body trembled as she was racked with the powerful orgasm. She could feel Randy tremble above her as he experienced the same feeling.

Stacy sighed in contentment as she began to calm down. That had been amazing. She held him as he tried to regain his breath. She couldn't believe she had done it in a steam room, where anybody could have walked in at anytime-

Stacy's eyes widened as she remembered Trish. She was still in the gym. She sat up suddenly, forcing Randy to roll off her.

"What the fuck?" he asked angrily.

Stacy glared at him. What had she just done? She had just had sex with a guy who treated women like shit. After all her talk about never falling for his trap, she had fallen. After all her speeches to Trish about how he was good for nothing, she had gone and had sex with him. Suddenly Stacy felt dirty. The room was too stuffy. Trish was right; steam rooms weren't all that great.

The leggy diva grabbed her top and towel. She wrapped it around herself and stood up. She looked back at the young superstar who was looking up at her with an arrogant look on his face. Why wouldn't he be cocky? thought Stacy bitterly. He had just added someone else to his list of women he had fucked. She felt a lump in her throat but she refused to let him see her cry. That would only make her appear weaker. She turned her back and stalked out of the room, leaving him staring after her.

Randy looked at the door she had just walked out of. She had just walked out on him. She hadn't even given him a chance to catch his breath and she was pushing him off of her. Who did she think she was to toss him aside like she didn't want him anymore?

Randy narrowed his eyes. He had just gotten what he wanted, but it didn't feel complete. He would fuck her again, he promised himself as he lay back down. She had been too good to use for just a single time.

(X X X)

John Cena shook his head as he watched the monitor. That was it, he thought sadly. He was definitely not getting any tonight. He had hoped that maybe if Torrie won against Christy, she would be in a better mood and give it up. But she had lost, and from the looks of it she was throwing a tantrum in the ring. Never a good sign. She would probably come back to the locker room and scream at him for something. He groaned as he thought about it. He really didn't want to be there when she came back. Maybe if he gave her a chance to cool down she would be in a better disposition when he returned?

John sighed as he lifted himself off the couch and headed for the door. It was worth a try. He let the door shut behind him and wandered aimlessly down the hallway. He didn't really have a destination, but he supposed he would go to the cafeteria. Torrie stayed away from there because she was on a new diet and she complained that the cafeteria food was too fattening.

He let out a snort. Torrie wasn't fat to him. But then again, he had always liked his women with meat on them. He didn't see the point of dating a girl who looked like a toothpick, what where you supposed to grab during sex? And girls who were on diets annoyed him. They criticized everything they ate and were often bitchy. And Torrie had definitely been acting like a bitch these past few weeks. Although he couldn't really blame the diet because she had just started that a few days ago.

"Thanks for the warning."

John lifted his gaze off the ground as he heard the familiar voice. Sure enough, he saw Christy Hemme speaking to Dawn Marie. She had a smile on her face and he could see her eyes shining brightly even from where he was standing. He walked up to the two girls and pulled lightly on Dawn's hair. She jumped in surprise and turned around to face him.

"Hey John!" she greeted.

"Wassup ladies?" returned John.

"Not much," answered Dawn. She checked her watch and looked at them apologetically. "Sorry to have to leave you guys, but I have to get going. Congratulations on your win Christy." She waved goodbye and walked away from the two.

John turned to Christy, looking at her wrestling gear, with a smirk on his face. He always liked the clothes the girls wore, even though they often complained it was too skimpy.

"Nice outfit," he commented.

"I'm so glad you like it," replied Christy sarcastically. She had tried to persuade the people in charge of wardrobe to put her in something halfway decent, but to no avail. Her top was low cut and her red bra could be seen underneath. The skirt was longer then the ones they usually gave her, but just as tight.

"Damn girl, I was just givin' you a compliment," said John. He continued to stare at her red bra and finally his eyes drifted downwards. "It brings out your ass."

Christy rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms across her chest. "What is your obsession with asses?" she asked.

John chuckled. "I dunno," he shrugged. "I like everythin' about 'em. I like the way they look… the way they feel… the way they sound…"

Christy raised an eyebrow in confusion. "The way they sound?"

The young superstar nodded in agreement. Before Christy knew what he was doing, he lifted his hand and she felt a hard slap connect with her backside.

"I love the way they sound," repeated John laughing at her surprised look.

"Oww! You can't just go around slapping my ass whenever you feel like it!" she exclaimed, rubbing where he had hit.

"Why not?" questioned John nonchalantly.

"Because one day your gonna get slapped back," said Christy. She shook her head at his actions. She didn't mind being spanked. She liked it actually, but John had a girlfriend, and she wouldn't do anything with him when he was going out with Torrie. Even if she couldn't stand her.

"Wait, are you gonna slap me? Cuz I think that would be pretty hot," said John suggestively, stepping closer to her.

Christy took a step back. She didn't want to lead him on. "I probably will hit you one of these days, but I can promise you won't like it," she warned.

"Oooo girl that's cold. I don't wanna get kicked in the family jewels, that's just wrong. I thought you liked it kinky."

Christy stepped around him and opened the door to the women's locker room.

"Who said I didn't like it kinky?" she teased as she shut the door.

John smiled as the door closed. She was a fun girl, he thought. And hot, he added, thinking back to her wrestling gear. He couldn't help it if she had a nice ass that was just begging to get slapped, he reasoned. Besides, John had seen the look in her eyes after he had done it. She liked receiving it as much as he liked giving it.

He sighed as he continued on his way to the cafeteria. He would have liked to see how freaky she really was. Hell, he wasn't getting any action tonight, who could blame him? One day he would get her to show him. Sooner or later he would find out how daring redheads really were.

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