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Once again, sorry 4 the long wait. I just got my internet back n this is the 1st thing I'm doin. As you can see, I added TrishDave 2 the summary b/c they will b a part of the story. Not as big a part as the others, but I jus luv em 2 much 2 leave em out! lol And of course, I cant go 1 day without talkin about em...White Sox:)! lol On with the story.
The small Canadian tried desperately to stifle a giggle. In all her years of being in the WWE, Trish Stratus had seen some pretty funny things.
There had been the time Matt and Jeff Hardy had dressed up in her lingerie and run around backstage terrorizing everyone. The time Hunter had been caught in an equipment closet with a fan with his pants around his ankles and Chris decided to take snapshots to post around the arena. And how could she forget when Eddie and Rey had tempted Christian with "good homemade food" only to have him spend the rest of the night on the toilet cursing at them while they stood outside the door laughing at his "weak stomach"?
But this wasn't just funny; it was downright adorable. Here was Dave Batista, one of the biggest men in the WWE and current World Heavyweight Champion, gripping a small golf club, his face screwed up in concentration, attempting to knock a ball into a hole less than a foot away.
"You never told me you were so bad at this," piped up Trish hoping to make him miss another shot. Truth be told, she was quite enjoying the sight he provided when he bent over.
"I never said I was good," he countered not looking up. Trish giggled quietly. "Hey, it's not nice to laugh at my poor mini-golfing skills," he reproached feigning hurt.
Trish shook her head. "I'm not laughing at that fact that you suck," she corrected. "I'm laughing at the fact that you haven't managed to knock the ball in in the past eight turns. I'm no good at this either, but I made it in five turns," she smiled proudly.
"Well, aren't we cocky," returned Dave. His face lit up as an idea struck him. "Tell you what, since you think your so good at this, why don't we make a little wager?"
Trish shook her head. Overtime, she had learned that men were highly competitive. But she had just seen how bad he was and he wanted to make a bet? "Alright, what'll I get out of this?"
Dave chuckled. "You think you've got it in the bag huh? Alright, if I win, you have to do me a favor, and you can't back out of it."
"Alright," agreed Trish readily. There was no need to be weary of what he had in mind, she reassured herself. She had seen his skills and she was sure she could win. "But if I win, you have to go shopping with me. Without complaining."
"Alright, alright," he groaned. "I never got why girls liked shopping so much."
"Great; by the way, I take the term shop till you drop very seriously," she warned teasingly.
Dave smiled as he looked down at the ball he had been chasing around for almost 5 minutes. With an expert flick of his wrist, he sent it cleanly into the hole. Bending over to retrieve the ball, he caught the surprised look on the blonde diva's face. "Did I ever tell you I used to play golf in my spare time?"
(x x x)
"And that, my dear Trish, is how you play mini-golf."
Trish Stratus shot a sarcastic smile at the boasting man beside her.
"You're such a hustler," she accused.
"Why thank you," he replied, a swagger in his step. He held the door open for her as they stepped into the night.
"Oh stop trying to be a gentleman Dave. I don't buy that act anymore," Trish said pretending to be mad.
"Ouch, that hurts. How can so much bitterness come from such a small woman?" he asked slyly. He was well aware she hated when people made fun of her petite frame.
Trish laughed and swatted his arm. "I can take you down any day," she declared confidently.
"Oh is that so?" The tall superstar raised an eyebrow. "You couldn't last five minutes with me sweetheart," he said opening her door to his rented SUV.
Trish rolled her eyes as she waited for him to come around. Every man had a big ego, but for some reason, with him she didn't mind so much.
"If I didn't know any better I'd think you were challenging me," stated Trish.
Dave pulled out of the parking lot with a smirk. "Maybe I am. I want to know why you've been the Women's Champ six times." Trish beamed. She always liked to be reminded that she was the only woman to hold the championship a record six times.
"Well I'll be glad to show you sometime," she replied.
"Why not tonight?"
Trish's smile faded as she averted her gaze to the window, a frown forming on her features. So she had been wrong. Dave was just like any other man. He had just invited her up to his room to see if he could get lucky. He wanted the same thing every guy who bought her calendars and magazine covers wanted. To be able to say that he had slept with Trish Stratus. He wanted the same thing Randy wanted. She sighed deeply as the truth hit her. If her brief fling with Randy had taught her anything, it was that the person with sexual power always won.
"Sure Dave, I'll go up to your hotel room," she answered. Her voice was void of any of the previous warmness. If he thought he was just going to get lucky because of the rumors she was sure Randy had spread about her, he had another thing coming.
Dave glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. She seemed more distant now. Her face was turned away but her whole body language screamed that something was wrong. He shrugged it off. Maybe she was just tired.
He pulled smoothly into an empty spot and was about to walk around to her side when he heard the loud slam of the door. His brow furrowed as he found her leaning against the large truck with her arms crossed.
"Are we going to stand here all night or are we going up?"
At her cold tone, Dave grew more confused. Had he done something wrong?
"Is something wrong?"
Trish gave a bitter laugh. Of course something was wrong. Here she had been thinking that she could finally grow to trust a man. And the first guy she had let her guard down for had asked her to join him in his hotel room to "show him her moves."
"No Dave. Nothings wrong. I just want to show you what I got," she answered in an overly sweet voice. Might as well let him believe he had gotten away with it, she told herself. Because as soon as the doors were closed…
Dave stopped in front of the door to search for his keycard. The big superstar had many good qualities, but being organized wasn't one of them. His body tensed as he felt small hands run down his arms.
"Can I help you find something?" Trish hid a smile as she felt Dave stiffen under her touch. She stood behind him as her hands went slowly down his large arms and into the pockets he was searching in. Taking his hands out and inserting her own in place, she slowly began to dig in his pockets. Purposely, she went dangerously close to him, but withdrew her hands as she took out the keycard.
Dave held his breath as he felt Trish slowly rub against him as she walked past him into his room. Was she doing this on purpose? He would have thought she would have wanted to take things more slowly after what he had heard. Was she really ready to be intimate with a man after what she had been through? However, he never got a chance to finish his train of thought as he felt a punch connect with his shoulder.
"Trish, what are you doing?"
She nearly laughed at his confused expression. "I'm showing you my moves" she replied innocently. He told her he wanted to see what she had. And she refused to show any mercy. He had tried to take her for a slut; she would show him what kind of girl she was.
Dave narrowed his eyes as he studied the small woman in front of him. Was she serious? She was more then a foot smaller then him and at least half his weight. What had gotten into her? He had just been teasing when he had said he wanted to see her moves. Dave's face fell as realization struck him. He had said he wanted to see what she had. How bad did that sound? She probably thought he wanted to sleep with her, he realized.
"Trish, I-"
He was cut off as he felt kick to his thigh. He put his arm up to stop her from what looked like a punch aimed for his face.
"Listen Trish, I didn't invite you up here so I could sleep with you," he started. "I just wanted to talk-"
Trish's face darkened in anger. "So you just wanted me up here to talk?" she sneered. "Yea, I'm sure that's the reason Dave. Listen, I don't know what that jackass has been saying about me, but if you think I'm going to sleep with you just because-"
Dave caught her hand again just as she was about to slap him. Sure, he had heard what Randy said about her. At one point, he and the young superstar had been good friends, but after the disintegration of Evolution, they had drifted apart and now they hardly talked. But just because he had listened to Randy didn't mean he believed everything he said.
"You're right; I have heard all the shit Randy's said. But that doesn't mean I believe it," he responded angrily. What kind of man did she think he was? Did she really think he would invite a girl up to his room because he heard she was easy? Dave pushed her hand down roughly and stood stoically facing her.
"So you honestly think I'm going to believe you when you say you only invited me up here with pure intentions?" Trish rubbed her arm. He had been gripping her pretty hard. Did he even know how strong he was? She disregarded her doubts as she went for a roundhouse kick. To her surprise, he caught and held her outstretched leg to his side, leaving Trish struggling to maintain her balance.
"Look, I know it might have sounded wrong, but you have to believe me when I tell you I had no intention of sleeping with you because of what Randy's saying. If I believed half the shit that comes out of that boy's mouth, I would have tried to sleep with you and half the locker room by now." Dave swung her leg down hard.
The small diva winced at his harsh words. She wanted to believe Dave was different. She was tired of having to put on a hard front to protect her heart.
"If I find out your lying to me…" she left the sentence unfinished as she continued staring him down.
Dave relaxed. "If you find out I'm lying I give you permission to beat me up," he finished.
Trish snorted. "Like I need your permission."
Dave smiled. Here was the vibrant Trish he was hoping to get to know. He still felt a distance between them, but maybe overtime he could convince her he was different from all the other men she had ever been with.
"So, if you don't want sex, what was that favor you wanted?"
Dave smirked as he motioned for her to follow him into the kitchen. "Who said I didn't want sex?" he chuckled at the look of indignation on her face. "But actually, I have been hearing some things backstage."
Trish frowned. What else had Randy been saying about her? "What else did he tell you?" she asked tightly.
"Not Randy sweetheart. I've heard from some very reliable sources that you make a mean quesadilla. So guess what you're cooking up tonight?"
Trish smiled warmly as she walked to the fridge. She had never done anything so innocent this late at night in a mans hotel room. And she liked it.
(X X X)
"That bitch doesn't even know what she's doing. She just got lucky with that stupid move. I mean really, how hard is it to copy someone else's style?"
The young superstar clenched his fists as he continued to listen to his girlfriend whine.
"John, are you even listening to me?" Torrie Wilson crossed her arms across her chest as she glared at John, lying on the bed with a pillow over his face.
"Babe, I think I got that Christy was a bitch the first five times you said it," came the muffled response.
"Well, your gonna hear it as many times as I want to tell you. Damn it John! You're my boyfriend and your supposed to listen to me!" she exclaimed angrily.
John rolled his eyes in frustration. Sitting up, he tossed the pillow aside. "Well you're my girl, and every time I try to tell you about MY day, you tell me to get over it. Or when I ask you to do somethin' for ME, you tell me you're too busy. Or when I try to get with you an' you tell me you don't feel like it. You see a pattern? I been listenin' to your bitchin' for about an hour now, an' I got better shit to do." Intent on getting some peace and quiet, John reached for his cap.
"Where are you going?" cried Torrie getting out of her seat to snatch the cap out of his hands.
John glared at her as he wrenched his cap back. "Babe, Raws here an' I'm goin' over to chill with the guys. If you got a problem with it, you can yell at the wall cuz I'm gone." He put his hands on her shoulders and gave her a hard kiss before walking out.
Torrie's body shook in anger. He was getting too smart with her. And it all started when that WHORE came to Smackdown. Before Christy had come, John had been at her beck and call. He almost never lost his temper in hopes of getting some. That was how it was supposed to be. She liked being able to dangle the temptation of sex to get what she wanted. But now John didn't even seem interested in her.
"Asshole," muttered Torrie. She stood facing the window as she thought back to her previous relationships. She had never truly loved anyone, she realized. But men weren't meant to be loved, they were meant to be used. And she was happy doing that, even if she had to break some hearts along the way. She wouldn't give John up without a fight. He was a big player in the business and she would manipulate him until she wanted to. They didn't call her a bitch behind her back for nothing.
(X X X)
Christy's eyes fluttered open as she heard a knock. She had dozed off after showering and the loud noise startled her awake. Stifling a groan, she dragged her feet as she went to open the door, hoping to get rid of whoever it was quickly.
"Hey!" Dawn Marie stood in the hallway with a bright smile.
"Hey," replied Christy less enthusiastically. She couldn't understand how Dawn could have so much energy. The few times she had talked to her, she seemed like she would rather be jumping up and down instead of standing still.
"I wanted to get you cuz me and some of the girls are hanging out and I wanted you to come," she said.
Christy sighed. She didn't really want to go anywhere, but the hopeful look on the brunettes face implored her to say yes.
"Sure, let me just get my shoes," she agreed. She grabbed the keycard from the nearby table and shut the door while listening to Dawn's chatter.
"Wait, Raws here?" interrupted Christy after hearing her mention Trish and Stacy.
"Yea, that's why I wanted you to come. They're gonna be there and so are Lita and Victoria," she said. A few minutes later they stopped in front of a door.
"Hey!" The door opened and a smiling Victoria ushered them inside. "Dawn! I haven't seen you in ages!" she exclaimed hugging her. "Hey Christy, how's Smackdown?" she asked flashing Christy a big smile. Christy returned her smile. She had always liked Victoria, even if she WAS a little scared of her. The raven haired woman was intimidating even though she was sweet off screen.
"It's good," responded Christy.
"Well, the girls are over in the living room. I hope you're ready to eat cuz for some reason Lita brought about a ton of junk food," she joked.
"Hey, it's not my fault I'm a better host then you." Christy grinned as she heard Lita's voice. She had been her trainer and she owed a lot to the redhead who was now sprawled on her stomach busy with a carton of ice cream. "Hey," she greeted to the two newcomers. "Help yourselves," she motioned to the small mountain of junk food.
"Stacy, Trish! I've missed you so much!" exclaimed Dawn giving both a hug.
"Hey! What about me?" protested Lita, looking up at her.
Dawn giggled as she snatched the ice cream out of Lita's hands. "You I didn't miss so much," she teased.
"If you don't give that back, I'll sit on you!" threatened Lita jumping up and standing over the small brunette.
"How could I not miss you and your wonderful sense of humor," laughed Dawn.
"So keep telling us about your date with Dave," urged Stacy reaching for a bowel of chips.
"You went out with Dave?" Christy blurted out. She blushed as soon as the words were out of her mouth. She hadn't meant for it to come out like that, but she was surprised Trish had gone on a date with anyone.
Trish nodded. "I know, I didn't think I could ever get the nerve to ask him, but Stacy came up to my room and forced me to do it."
The leggy blond rolled her eyes. "Right, cuz you didn't want to?"
Dawn giggled. "Dave is hot," she commented. "So how was it?"
"Well, if I have to tell you again," Trish sighed rolling her eyes. She couldn't help but smile. It felt good to finally be able to relax and talk to her friends. "Alright, so he picked me up from my room," she started.
"What was he wearing? Cuz I cant imagine Dave in anything but a suit," interrupted Christy. Trish laughed.
"He was wearing black pants and a button down shirt; I don't think any of us is ever going to see Dave in sweats and a t-shirt," she answered shaking her head.
"Maybe you'll get to see him with nothing on," said Lita raising an eyebrow suggestively.
"Lita!" exclaimed Trish throwing a pillow at her head. The laughing redhead easily ducked. "Do you want to hear about my date or not?" asked Trish exasperated.
"I wanna talk about Dave," piped up Dawn.
"What about Dave?" asked Trish raising an eyebrow in interest. If they had any news on him, she wanted to know. And if anyone could tell her, it was Dawn.
"He's a nice guy," assured Dawn.
"Forget nice, is he any good in the sack?" broke in Victoria with a wicked grin on her face. She was always the one to ask the blunt questions.
"I don't know," shrugged Dawn. "I know I haven't slept with him. I would remember something that big in my bed."
Trish blushed. She didn't know why she was feeling protective of him. He wasn't hers to begin with but she felt like only she could talk about something that private about him.
Stacy seemed to notice her friend's awkwardness because she cleared her throat loudly to catch the attention of the giggling girls.
"So anyways, can we talk about someone else's sex life?" she suggested.
"Not mine. I haven't been getting any for a while," sighed Victoria dramatically.
"Sure you have, I saw you getting all cozy with Romeo," pointed out Lita.
Victoria glanced away as a blush crept onto her cheeks.
"So it's true?" cried Trish laughing. "Aww, maybe he'll even let you borrow his boa Vic!"
"Shut up," replied the raven haired woman letting out a smile. She had been talking to Romeo lately. She supposed the saying "opposites attract" had been proven true. He was so energetic and she was usually laid back, but for some reason she found herself going out of her way to talk to him.
"Well my love life is nothing compared to Lita's," she said trying to shift the attention off her. She had always liked to keep her relationships private.
Lita shook her head at her friend's obvious attempt for distraction. "Well if youmust know, Matt and I still keep in touch and Edge and I are just friends." She knew there were rumors of her and Edge, but she had never liked him as anything more then a friend and she was determined to tell anyone who would listen.
"Last time I checked, you were involved in the worst love triangle imaginable," Stacy said.
"Well that's where your wrong blondie," shot back Lita. She laughed again as she saw another pillow heading her way. "What the hell you guys? Cant I just enjoy my ice cream in peace?"
"Not with that big mouth of yours," answered Trish.
"Fine, fine," she said reluctantly. "I'll keep my mouth shut. "
"So how's the married life Dawn?" asked Victoria.
Dawn smiled widely, ready to tell all. "He's so great! I mean, I thought it was gonna be harder with me being on the road so much, but he completely understands. We talk to each other all the time and he says the sweetest things," she sighed at the thought of talking to him again that night. Everyone knew her as the bitch on-screen and the sweet one backstage, but Chris knew every side of her and she loved being able to be so open with someone.
"Well, lucky you," said Trish making a face. "We, on the other hand, haven't been so lucky. The only thing I can ever find are assholes," she muttered.
"Dave seems like a really great guy though," insisted Christy. She didn't know why she was sticking up for the big guy so much, but while she was on Raw, he was one of the few guys who made an effort to make her feel welcome.
"Yea, he does seem really nice," agreed Trish shrugging her shoulders. "But I've been fooled before," she added under her breath.
Stacy looked sadly at her best friend. She knew who Trish was referring to.
"You need to leave him in the past," she whispered. The last person she wanted to talk about was him, but it seemed inevitable.
"Is she thinking about that asshole again?" interrupted Lita loudly.
Stacy shot Lita a look and Lita sighed, looking down at her melting ice cream. She pushed the carton away and looked at Trish again, who was staring absently at a vase of flowers.
"Listen Trish," the fiery redhead began, "We've all been tricked by the Legend Killer," she said, a note of disgust in her voice. "He seems like a great guy to hang out with before you really get to know him."
"Yea," agreed Dawn quietly. Everyone turned to look at her and she blushed. "Well he was on Smackdown, and we just kinda… you know," she stammered.
"Weren't you already seeing Chris?" asked Stacy confused. She never would have imagined Dawn capable of cheating.
The small brunette nodded. "Well, he was new so I didn't really know him," she explained. "I was seeing Chris at the time, but we got into a fight and I was just so mad. So when Randy invites me out for some drinks, I said yes," she sighed remembering the details clearly. "And then he invited me back to his hotel. He kept telling me I was beautiful and Chris didn't deserve me. And…it just happened." She cast her eyes down at the carpeted floor. She didn't like bringing it up and she almost felt as if she was cheating on Chris all over again.
Stacy swallowed hard as she looked at the small brunette. Apparently Randy had started using women before he even came to RAW. She thought back to the steam room with a look of anger on her pretty features. If she hadn't felt bad about it before, she felt bad about it now.
"I still remember it too." Stacy looked over at Lita who was now lying on her back and staring blankly at the ceiling.
"I was going out with Matt, but he had ditched me to go somewhere with his friends. I was fine with it really, I mean every couple needs to be apart every once in a while right? But he came up to me and started to talk." She took a big breath and continued.
"He just started talking to me all the time after that. And I heard some people tell me how he treated women, but I guess I didn't really want to listen. I mean, say what you want, but Randy's a hot guy." Every head in the room nodded in agreement, including Stacy who was feeling her stomach drop with every word that Lita uttered. She had hoped he had been exaggerating when he had boasted that he had gotten with every woman in the locker room, but apparently he was telling the truth.
"So one day, we're just talking and one thing led to the next," Lita trailed off. "I don't even know why I went along with it. All I could remember was how much I wanted him."
The room grew silent as she finished her story. Stacy looked down at her hands, which were clenched tightly. She knew what Lita was talking about. She regretted everything that had happened, but she could still remember how strongly she wanted him. It was like he had something over every woman he had been with that prevented them from saying no.
"Didn't you get with him too Christy?" Stacy glanced up at the diva search winner who was nodding shyly.
"I didn't really know anyone," she began quietly. Stacy felt bad for her. It must have been hard for her to admit this to them. She was already looked down on because of the contest.
"So when he started hanging out with us girls, we all thought it was cool. We just thought he was being nice for even acknowledging us. Then he invited some of us to a club," Christy paused. She didn't want to retell her story for fear they would think less of her. But she had learned to be more careful now.
"And he was just egging us on to drink and dance and act crazy. Kept saying we should get used to it because when we worked for the company he would take us out everyday. Every one of us believed him. So he went off with Candice somewhere, I guess now that I think about it he probably had sex with her at the club. At least he had the decency to take me back to his hotel room. After we were done, he just told me to get out," she finished her voice almost a whisper.
Stacy felt like a large weight had been placed on her chest. She didn't think she could think less of Randy, but after hearing the girls tell their stories, she felt like hurting him like he had hurt them. She realized she had been lucky. He hadn't had a chance to treat her like shit before she had walked out on him.
"Didn't you get with him at some point Vic?" asked Lita.
Victoria nodded her head, not meeting anyone's eyes. It hadn't been her proudest moment. "I was feeling lonely and he took advantage, I really don't wanna talk about it," she finished quickly. She wasn't supposed to be like all the other girls. She was supposed to be stronger and tougher, but even she couldn't escape the charms of the Legend Killer.
"I guess we've all been there done that," concluded Lita.
"Not Stacy," said Trish proudly.
Stacy felt her cheeks growing hot. If only Trish knew.
"Well, good for you Stace, just take our stories and learn from them," suggested Dawn.
Stacy bit her lip, engrossed in the hem of her skirt.
Trish looked at her friend curiously. Usually Stacy was the most outspoken when it came to Randy. She was always ranting about what an ass he was, but during their whole exchange of experiences, she had been strangely quiet.
"Is something wrong Stace?" she asked.
Stacy shook her head numbly. She felt like her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth. She couldn't tell Trish; not yet.
"Can we talk about some other guy?" suggested Lita. She didn't feel like reveling in her past mistakes, and she didn't want her friends to do so either. "Dawn, does Torrie know about this?" she asked suddenly.
"No. You guys said you didn't want her here so I didn't say anything," answered Dawn.
Victoria gave a loud sigh. "Good, I wouldn't want her to bitch at you because you didn't invite her. She can't even wrestle, what does she want airtime for? To stand around and look like an idiot?"
Christy couldn't help but laugh. She was glad she wasn't the only one who wasn't fond of Torrie.
"I saw some of your match," Lita said smiling smugly. "I taught you well."
"You were a good teacher," agreed Christy. She smiled as she practically saw Lita's ego get bigger before her eyes.
Trish groaned. "Please don't feed into her ego. She's already stuffed herself with enough ice cream, she's gonna explode soon."
"Jealous," said Lita in a sing song voice.
Trish opened her mouth with a retort but Dawn interrupted them. "I feel sorry for John though," she said.
Christy's ears perked up at the mention of the brash superstar's name. As much as he annoyed her, she often found herself thinking about him.
"Why? Is Torrie not giving him any?" asked Lita. "Cuz Johns like a sex addict. And Torrie can be a prude, even though we all know she's a slut. I still remember when she and Jeff were going out. I kept asking him if he wanted me to take him to a strip club to ease the sexual tension."
Dawn laughed at her friend's antics. "Yea, John does like sex; whenever him and Torrie are out he tries to start something, but Torrie always shoots him down. It's kinda painful to watch," she said shrugging. "And he's such a cool guy."
"Yeah," agreed Victoria. "The first time I met him at one of Vince's party he was cracking me up," her eyes twinkled at the memory. "I kinda have a crush on him," she admitted.
"Oh honey, who doesn't?" said Trish. "He looks like he can make you laugh one minute and have you moaning his name the next."
"Now who's the one with a dirty mind?" asked Lita laughing.
Trish shrugged; she never put a hold on her tongue when she was around her friends. "Well it's true. I mean, not only is he good looking; he's taken. That raises his appeal automatically. Can you imagine what he would do if he had the chance?" she sighed.
"With all that pent up sexual aggression," mused Dawn.
"He's kind of a jerk," said Christy thinking back to her past encounters with him.
"That's what makes him so sexy," explained Lita. "I mean, we all say we want the nice guy, but honestly? That can get boring fast."
"Yea, but we don't want complete asses," added Stacy thinking about a certain superstar.
"True," said Lita. "But I think it's hot when they treat you like you can take it. I don't wanna be treated like I'm gonna cry every time they raise their voice at me."
"So yelling makes you hot?" questioned Victoria. "Wow, you're a freak Lita."
The redhead smiled. "No argument here. The reason I think we all like John is cuz he acts like he doesn't care about anyone. So we wanna feel like we're the only girl he does care about. And none of us can say he's a nice guy, cuz I've heard him talk. He's funny, but he doesn't sugarcoat anything."
Christy sighed as she listened to her former trainer. Everything she said was true. John didn't act like he was ready to get serious with anyone. Which was why she thought it was strange he was going out with Torrie. He had to know there were other women willing to throw themselves at him. But he didn't seem to care.
"Well I'm glad a have a husband," declared Dawn. "I don't have to worry about this stuff cuz me and Chris know each other so well."
"I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say get your happy, married butt out of here," said Victoria motioning for her to leave.
"So I guess none of you want to join me tonight?" asked Dawn.
"To where?" asked Lita eagerly.
"I wanna go to a club later and I thought it would be fun if we just made it a girl's night out," answered Dawn. "But guess if you don't wanna go…"
"Oh we're going," said Trish firmly. "But if the club sucks, you're buying us all drinks."
"Don't worry, you wont remember your names by the end of the night," promised Dawn.
Christy sighed. Her plan for a quiet night was thrown out the window, but she found herself eager to spend more time with the girls.
(X X X)
"So I had her up against a wall and she kept screaming at me to get it in."
Randy rolled his eyes as he took a slow sip of his third bottle of beer. Chris had been bragging about his sexual encounters for the past twenty minutes, and frankly, it was getting boring.
"And there was this other chick in California. Man that girl was a freak. She kept trying to go down on me while I was driving. I had to pull over and give her a little taste of Y2J." Chris sat back smiling at the small group of guys listening. His eyes narrowed as his gaze settled on Randy, who looked like he was about to fall asleep.
"Hey junior, you might wanna pay attention; you could learn a thing or two."
Randy scoffed as he set his beer back on the table. "Thanks, but no thanks. A freak isn't a girl who goes down on you while you're driving. A freak is a girl who lets you watch her and her girlfriend make out and invites you to join." He smirked as he saw every jaw hit the floor.
"Where do you find these girls?" asked John.
"I don't, they find me," responded Randy.
"Well, I think me and you have to hang out more," muttered Shelton Benjamin. He was the newest addition to their group, and he still wasn't used to the way they talked about women. He had always been raised to be respectful, but it was hard when he constantly had Randy in his ear calling them 'bitches' and 'whores'. Or when he had Chris boasting about how many different positions he had managed in one night. Or the graphic details John went into about his experiences.
"Man, you know I think its bullshit when you say you get with all these women," said Chris loudly. "I mean, I believe you pick up random chicks, cuz there are sluts everywhere we go. But when you say you got with all the girls in the locker room? They know what an assclown you are, why would they sleep with you?"
"Throw a name out at me," challenged Randy.
"Alright, Lita?"
"She was a tough one," started Randy. "But I got to her when Matt wasn't there and I talked to the bitch afterwards. It was good. But I got slapped when I told her to get the hell off me when we were done."
Chris looked at him agape. He regained his composure as he thought of someone else. "Victoria."
Randy shook his head. "She was easier. I got to her on Valentines Day. Saw her acting all mopey and shit so I went over and she was whining about being lonely. Told her she would find someone and she believed me. She got out without saying anything. Probably thought she was a slut like one of the diva search girls she's always complaining about."
"How many of the diva search girls did you get with?" asked Chris. "I got with Candice and Carmella," he added proudly.
"That's decent. You probably got with them after me though," said Randy smiling as he caught the disappointed look on Chris's face. "Got with Carmella when all the girls were out somewhere. She was too whiney afterwards. I practically had to push her out the door. Then Candice, I got with her at this club. Practically pulled me into the bathroom. With Maria, I got with her the day after. She kept telling me she wanted to do it again real soon. Oh, and I got with Christy after I finished with Candice at the hotel. Man did that redhead cuss me out. I guess redheads are just feisty," he concluded.
John gripped his beer tighter. It was his first bottle and it was almost full. He had never been a heavy drinker, but at that moment he took a long swig. Randy was his best friend, but he had never agreed with how he talked about women. And he grew even more uncomfortable at hearing him mention Christy.
"Well, I don't even have to ask you about Trish," said Chris, interrupting his thoughts. "You bragged about her so much I think even the techies know about it. So who's left?" wondered Chris out loud, trying to think back to all the women. Suddenly a leggy diva popped into his head. "Have you gotten with Stacy? Cuz she doesn't seem like she would do a jackass like you."
Randy's smile faltered. He had never had to lie when he retold his encounters. He always told them exactly how it was, right down to how he would kick them out. But that was the problem with her, he hadn't kicked her out. She had walked out on him. And that wouldn't make him look good.
"I'll get her," he said finally.
"Ha!" cried Chris triumphantly. "I knew you hadn't gotten with every girl."
"I don't know why you're so happy," retorted Randy. "I've gotten with more then you have. So I think I won whatever game it is you're trying to play."
"Damn, if it makes you feel better, you've been getting more then I have," tried John.
Chris laughed. "No offense man, but with Torrie as your girl I think the bum down the street has been getting more ass then you."
John shot him a glare but kept his mouth shut. He couldn't argue what was true.
"Why are you still with her?" asked Randy. He couldn't understand why anyone would limit themselves to just one girl.
John shrugged. "I don't know. I don't wanna be all bogus and break up with her just cuz she's not horny all the time."
"Good enough reason for me," declared Chris.
"That's why your never going to get a girl," shot back John.
"You know," broke in Shelton, causing everyone to look in his direction. "I might be new to this, but why would you stay with someone who doesn't give you any when you have so many options?"
John frowned. "Man, ya'll need to stay out of my business."
"Don't blame it on us she's treating you like shit," said Randy. "I've seen you two out. She doesn't even let you touch her. And I know you John, if you had a chance you'd screw a girl under the table at a restaurant."
"Let's leave lover boy alone," said Chris. "We need to worry about getting some ass ourselves. I'm getting antsy just thinking about the bimbo I took home yesterday."
"We can head out to a club," suggested Shelton. He was anxious to bring something to the group. He might not have gotten with as many women as Randy, but he had a knack for picking the hottest night clubs
"Alright, meet back here at around nine," said Chris. "Is Torrie gonna let you go out John?" he teased unable to resist.
"Funny," replied John shortly. He was getting tired of everyone teasing him about Torrie. "I'm goin' whether or not she wants me to," he said firmly. He deserved to be able to go out and find fun if she wouldn't provide it for him. And he would have fun, he told himself. John had never cheated before, but he couldn't control what a girl did to him could he?
(X X X)
"I just love the color of your hair."
Christy smiled. "Thanks," she said, attempting to shift her gaze to the clock.
"Nooo," reproached Dawn Marie, pulling gently on her hair to make her face towards her again. "If we're late they're waiting for us."
Christy smiled. She hadn't had a friend do her hair in such a long time. The only people who ever fixed her hair anymore were the wardrobe girls, and they never said anything.
"Alright sweetie, you're all done," she said finally allowing Christy to look in the mirror. Christy's eyes widened in surprise. Her hair had never looked more vibrant. It was shining beautifully and falling down her shoulders in soft waves.
"How did you do it?" she asked softly touching a strand.
"Well if I told you that, then you wouldn't need me to do it for you anymore," chirped Dawn.
Christy smiled. She had just met Dawn, but she felt as if she had known her her whole life. Suddenly, Christy heard the soft ring of her cell phone.
"I'll be right back," she said to Dawn who was now busy with her own hair.
"Hello?"
"Christy."
Her smile faded as she cursed herself for not checking the caller ID first. She knew she would call eventually. It was just a matter of time. But why did she have to call when she had been having such a great time?
"Hey mom, how's it going?" she said halfheartedly.
"How do you think its going?" she snapped. Christy sank down on her bed. Usually she would make small talk and then get around to making Christy feel guilty. But it seemed like she was wasting no time today.
"What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" screeched her mother. "I'll tell you what's wrong. I went over to your Aunt Sarah's house for dinner the other night. And of course, Mickey just had to watch that stupid show of yours. So when he called us all over because you were on TV everyone came. And sure enough we saw you. We saw you in underwear straddling some poor girl and flashing everybody."
Christy fumed. Torrie Wilson was anything but a poor girl. "Mom, I did what I had to do. As for my wardrobe, I tried to get them to give me something else, but they wouldn't let me."
"I could see your bra! Under garments are meant to be under your clothes Christy. Oh Lord the only thing I wanted to do was get out of there. To have to say that its my daughter dressing and acting like a prostitute is just too much Christy. Where did I go wrong?"
Christy clenched her jaw as she felt her eyes burn. She couldn't let herself cry. Dawn had done her makeup and she was supposed to go out and have fun, not listen to her mom berate her.
"You didn't do anything wrong," she said quietly.
"I raised a girl who's happy shaking her ass to get a rise out of men Christy. The same thing a stripper does. Tell me, what separates you from the girls down at a strip club?"
Christy shut her eyes tightly as she felt a tear force its way out. Why did she let her get to her like this?
"Mom, what me and the girls do is different-"
"How?" exclaimed her mother loudly. "The only difference is your over paid and your seen by more people."
"Its not true!" burst out Christy angrily.
"Don't tell me what's not true Christy. I know what I see and the only thing I saw was my daughter acting like a stripper. If you would only think about how much embarrassment your causing me-"
"I have to go," cut in Christy. She flipped her cell phone closed and hurled it at the armchair across from her. She saw it fall soundlessly to the floor through blurred eyes.
"Christy, ready to go?" called Dawn.
Christy wiped her eyes carefully. "I'm ready," she called back, her voice shaking slightly. She looked angrily at the reflection staring back at her. Every time she called, Christy would feel ashamed. And she was tired of it.
"I'm ready to get drunk," she said to Dawn as they grabbed their purses and went to meet the girls.
Alcohol might not be able to make her mother's biting comments go away, but they would help numb the pain. And that, Christy decided, was good enough for her.
(X X X)
"I cant believe little miss married can actually pick a good spot."
Stacy gave a small smile as they entered the club. Lita and Victoria had been teasing Dawn since the hotel, and it didn't look like they were letting up anytime soon.
"Hey! Just because I have a ring on my hand doesn't mean I've lost my talent," protested Dawn as she led them to the bar. As was expected, almost every male head turned their way. But Stacy didn't worry. She knew most men were intimidated by large groups of women. So she wouldn't have to turn away too many, she hoped. Just the thought of having to make meaningless conversation with some guy made her stomach turn.
"I'll have a martini," she said abruptly as they sat down.
"I guess I'm gonna have to be the sober driver," sighed Dawn.
"Hell yea!" exclaimed Lita. "I sure as hell aint!" She pounded on the table loudly causing everyone to look towards her as she ordered a scotch on the rocks.
"Looks like someone's trying to find their solutions at the bottom of an empty bottle," muttered Trish in Stacy's ear. Stacy looked over at who Trish was talking about and saw Christy downing a beer.
"Maybe she just likes to drink," shrugged Stacy. She bit the olive and slowly sipped her own glass. She wouldn't get drunk, she promised herself, but she wanted to feel that delicious buzz.
"Why were you so quiet?"
Stacy tapped her fingers along the edge of the bar. She didn't want to talk about anything remotely concerning Randy, but she knew Trish wouldn't quit until she got what she wanted.
"I didn't really have anything to say," she tried. Trish looked at her skeptically.
"You looked like you were about to throw up," she pointed out.
Stacy bit her lip nervously. "Well… what he did was just so disgusting."
Trish stared over Stacy's shoulder as a sour expression came over her face. "Yea, well, you might wanna run to bathroom now."
Stacy's brow furrowed in confusion as she followed Trish's gaze. Her blood ran cold as she saw him. He was dressed in his usual dress pants and button down shirt. Along with John, Shelton, and Chris.
"I cant believe he had to come here," said Trish in disgust. She balled her hands into fists as she pictured herself punching him. A black eye would definitely lower his chances of getting with anyone tonight.
Stacy turned her back to them. Maybe if she faked a sick stomach she could go home.
"Hey Trish, come do a body shot on me," called Lita. She had obviously had more then Stacy to drink because she was giggling non stop and waving her arms around. Trish rolled her eyes at Stacy as she stood.
"I'll be back in a little bit," she said to Stacy.
Stacy nodded weakly. She sat as a crowd gathered around the blond bombshell and the daring redhead. She always knew Lita liked attention.
Stacy licked her lips as cast her eyes over the crowd. She didn't see a sign of the guys. Good. She would go to the bathroom and then tell the girls she wasn't feeling well. Maybe by the time she came out they would be so distracted they couldn't tell she was lying.
"I hope so," muttered Stacy pushing her way through the crowd. Finally, after ignoring several catcalls, she emerged in the more deserted hallway for the bathroom. Suddenly, she felt something holding her back.
"Hey, going in there to freshen up?"
Stacy shook the hand off. Looking up, she faced a tall man, who was clearly enjoying the sight of her small dress.
"Could you not touch me?" she snapped.
"Well now, how can I resist? Pretty little thing like you's just begging to be touched. And I'm just the guy to do it right," said the man lowly.
Stacy's lip curled in disgust. Not only because of the way he was hitting on her, but because she was fed up with egotistical men.
"I don't need anyone to touch me," she snarled. "Much you."
The man frowned as he took a step towards her. "You might not want to talk to me like that baby."
Stacy took a step back as he kept advancing on her. "If you don't get away from me I'll scream," she tried desperately.
The man snorted. "In that case, I can just cover your mouth," he made a motion of doing so when he was stopped.
"Is this how you get your rush?" Stacy glanced over the mans shoulder. Her stomach dropped as she saw the cold blue eyes of Randy Orton. He might be trying to be her savior, but she didn't think he was much better.
"What? Are you this chicks boyfriend?" scoffed the man backing off Stacy to face Randy. "I can take you down pretty boy."
Randy smirked. "Aw, you think I'm pretty?" The man stepped towards him suddenly with his fist raised. Stepping under his arm, Randy jabbed him hard in the stomach, bringing his knee up when he bent over to catch his breath to hit him in the nose.
The man clutched his nose, howling in pain. "You can have the bitch!" he yelled as he hurried away.
Randy looked after him smugly. Suddenly he seemed to remember Stacy because he turned towards her.
"I guess I get to claim my prize," he murmured walking towards her.
Stacy pushed herself against the wall. Not again. She promised herself she wouldn't let this happen. It didn't matter how good he looked in his suit, or how amazing he smelled, or how much his gaze made her knees weak…
Just as Randy put his hands on her hips, Stacy snapped out of his trance. She brought her arms up and pushed him away hard.
"Get away from me," she said through gritted teeth. A look of anger came across his features, but was quickly replaced with an easy smile that made Stacy want to slap him.
"Now Stacy, I know you like to play hard to get but I already know how much you want me. Why hide it any longer?"
Stacy glared at him. "What happened in that steam room was wrong, Randy," she hissed. She pushed him away again as he attempted to take hold of her.
"Listen, I'm getting real tired of your good girl act," he spat at her. "You know you liked it."
"It doesn't matter," said Stacy angrily. "It was a mistake.You were a mistake."
Randy narrowed his eyes at her. He had been called many things, but never a mistake. Randy Orton didn't make mistakes, and he certainly wasn't one. He grabbed the nape of her neck forcefully and pushed her against the wall.
"I don't give adamn what you thought it was Stacy. I don't make mistakes," he growled staring into her eyes.
Stacy looked away from his piercing gaze as she attempted to move away from him.
"You're a fucken sociopath," she whispered fiercely. "You use and throw away women like trash, but when somebody treats you the same way you freak out." She gasped as he brought his mouth down hard, pushing his tongue inside. She forced herself to remain motionless, despite the strong desire to respond to him.
Randy pulled back abruptly. She hadn't kissed him back. He looked down at her flushed face and kiss swollen lips.
Stacy moved away as she felt Randy's grip loosen. "I don't want you Randy," she said, surprised at how calm her voice was. "The only thing I feel for you is pity. Because with the way you're going, you're never gonna to know what love is." She shook her head sadly as she walked back towards the bar. (X X X)
"What do ya think? That blond one over there or the brunette?"
John sighed as he listened to Chris discuss his choices with Shelton.
"I don't really know man. The blond one?" offered Shelton.
"I like the way you think kid," said Chris clapping him on the back.
"Is he always this loud?" asked Shelton.
"Nah. Just get him some ass and he'll shut up," answered John.
"Alright boys, I'm gonna leave you now. Try an get some nooky before bedtime," announced Chris grinning.
John shook his head. "Man this guy tries so hard its sad."
Shelton laughed. "I guess some people gotta work at their game," he said shrugging.
"Yea, good thing I was born with it," said John.
"Hey, isn't that Trish and Lita doing body shots?" asked Shelton suddenly. John looked to where he was pointing and saw the two divas.
"Lets go over and see if they wanna do body shots off us," suggested John.
"They would do that?" asked Shelton incredulously.
John shook his head at the younger man. "You gotta lot of things to learn."
(X X X)
Christy closed her eyes tightly as the shot burned down her throat. She had lost count long ago, but she couldn't care less. The only thing she cared about was the feeling the alcohol was causing and she welcomed it.
"Hey."
Christy glanced at the guy that had just sat down next to her. Good looking, she noted immediately.
"Wanna dance?" she asked. She didn't feel like beating around the bush. She had too much energy and emotion to just sit there drinking shot after shot.
"Sure," agreed the guy taking her arm and leading her to the dance floor. Christy took his hands and wrapped them around her waist tightly. It was a false sense of security, she knew that. But she could pretend the arms belonged to someone who really loved her.
She swayed her body to the music, pressing herself into him. She didn't care if she was getting a couple of stares. She wanted to shut out the world. The alcohol was slowly starting to take hold. She could feel her legs getting weak but she forced herself to keep dancing.
"I like the way you dance." Christy moved her head away from him. She didn't want to talk. She felt his hands getting close to the hem of her skirt but she let him. This was what her mother expected anyways didn't she?
Christy bit her lip as she felt his hands start to inch their way to her center. As much as her brain was telling her to stop, she didn't make a move. She wanted to feel like someone loved her. Like someone accepted her.
"Do you wanna get out of here?" Christy nodded her head, not fully knowing what she was agreeing to.
She felt herself being pulled off the dance floor. She followed numbly behind the guy who she didn't even know the name of. She stopped suddenly as she felt someone else grab her hand.
"Christy, what are you doing?"
Christy turned her head slowly, shutting her eyes to block out the lights.
"She's coming home with me."
"No she's not. She's drunk, she doesn't know what she's doing."
"Dawn?" whispered Christy hoarsely as she attempted to blink away the haziness.
"Yea sweetie its me. Come on, lets get you home."
"I said she's coming home with me."
Christy was aware of voices, but she couldn't figure out who they belonged to. The only thing she could concentrate on was the pounding music. It seemed as if her head was about to explode.
"What's goin' on here?"
"John! This guy wants to take Christy home to rape her!"
"I'm not raping her. She agreed to come home with me!"
"Man, shut the fuck up. You know she's drunk off her ass right now, you so desperate you gonna take advantage of that?"
Christy breathed slowly. She was feeling dizzy. She felt herself falling down, but before she could hit the ground, arms wrapped around her.
"Man, take her. She's too wasted anyways."
"John, I have to take her back to the hotel."
"Nah, don't worry abut it Dawn. I'll take her back. You enjoy yourself."
"No! I have to take care of her!"
"Listen," John began patiently. "Ya'll need a guy to watch you. Shelton will do that. He hasn't had nothing to drink so he can drive you back."
Dawn hesitated. "Are you sure?" she asked finally.
"Go," urged John. He waved her off until finally she nodded and walked back to the bar, casting a worried look over her shoulder.
John sighed as he tried to get Christy to stand. She almost fell over again and he wrapped his arms around her instead, picking her up. He was halfway to the parking lot when he heard a faint voice.
"Put me down." He looked down and saw Christy staring at him with dazed eyes.
"Your too drunk," he shook his head firmly.
Christy struggled to get down, but he only tightened his hold. Opening the door, he set her inside, reaching over her to buckle her seatbelt.
Christy bit her lip at his closeness. Clean with a hint of cologne. She longed to bury her head in his arms. She winced as he slammed the door. Her head felt like it was full of cotton.
Leaning against the back of her seat, she closed her eyes. She felt like her legs were lead. She could hardly move her body and she was sure John was thinking she was a slut. Just like my mom, thought Christy. She gritted her teeth as the unshed tears from before came down her cheeks. It was just too much. She had spent all this time trying to prove to herself and to others that she was serious. And what did she have to show for it? Nothing.
"We're here," announced John. He looked over at Christy to find her face glistening with tears. "Yo, you alright?"
"I'm fine," she snapped opening the door and getting out quickly. She leaned against the truck as a wave of dizziness hit her. Before she knew it, John was at her side, taking her up in his arms again.
"I don't need your help," she protested. She pushed at him but he ignored her as he stepped onto the elevator.
"You're drunk girl. You cant even stand straight, what makes you think you can make it up without my help?"
Christy felt herself grow angry. She had survived this long without help from anyone. She certainly didn't need it now.
"Is this your good deed for the night or something?" she sneered. The elevator doors slid open and John stepped through, still holding Christy.
"Which room is yours?" he asked setting her down.
"56," she snapped annoyed. Suddenly, she felt his hand on her waist. She jerked back.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
John rolled his eyes. "I'm looking for your keycard," he answered calmly as he took it out.
Christy glared at him as he took her arm and led her into the room. His attitude was making her furious. He acted like he didn't even care about her.
"What the fuck were you thinking?"
"What?" asked Christy confused at the sudden change of tone.
John's eyes shone. He didn't want her to know that seeing her almost sleep with some guy she had just met affected him. But he had never been able to control his temper.
"You were about to go sleep with that shithead," he said hotly. He took a deep breath to calm down. She couldn't see that it had made him upset.
"Why do you care?" shot back Christy. "Did you want to go home with me? Are you just mad because he got to me before you did?"
"What the hell are you even saying?" fumed John. "Who said I wanted to sleep with you?"
Christy reeled as if slapped. "So I'm not good enough for you?" she asked offended. She took a step towards him and pushed him. "Doesn't everyone want to sleep with a diva search girl? They're all easy anyways aren't they? So I must be the biggest slut if I won," she stepped towards him until he stumbled on the armchair of the couch. He fell back and Christy put her hands on his knees.
"I know Torrie's not giving you any. So you probably thought if you played my knight in shining armor you could get some from me, isn't that right?"
John attempted to push himself up but Christy put her hands on either side of his head so she was hovering over him.
"You all think I'm a slut anyways. Why not just sleep with the Diva Search winner to add another notch to your belt?" Christy brought her knees to either side of his waist so she was straddling him.
John swallowed hard. As much as he wanted to get her off, he found himself responding to her. He admitted to himself that he had wanted her ever since the first time he had talked to her. She matched his sarcastic comments with her own, and he found the fact that she stood up for herself very attractive.
Christy lowered her head and flicked her tongue over John's dried lips. He was looking at her like she was crazy. Maybe she was. But Christy didn't care. The only thing she wanted to feel now was fulfillment. The kind that came only from a man. She lowered her head again and pressed a hard kiss to his lips, pushing her tongue in so he was forced to open his mouth. She could feel his resistance but she ignored his attempts to push her off. If he really wanted to he could have stopped her long ago.
John found himself surrendering to her. She was intoxicating. Before he knew it, he found himself rolling off the couch, pinning her underneath him. Something had come over him and he wanted nothing more then to feel her writhing under him.
Christy winced in pain as she felt her back hit the ground. She pushed herself into him as he continued to kiss her. She didn't want sweet. She wanted it to hurt. She wanted him to take away the emotional pain and replace it with physical. That kind she could deal with.
John reached to grab her hair as he grinded into her becoming harder with every movement of his hips. He could feel her desperation. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Her nails along his back hurt but he didn't stop her. Suddenly he felt her reach down and tug at his belt.
Christy eyes snapped open as she felt John stiffen.
"What?"
"I cant do this."
Christy stared at him as his words sunk in. She sat up and pushed John off angrily. She had just opened herself up to him, had shown him how much she needed him, and he said no.
"Get out," she said coldly. He got up slowly and opened his mouth but she didn't let him.
"I don't wanna hear it. I should have fucked that guy at the club. At least he would have had the decency to finish what he started." Christy felt herself shaking. She was hardly aware of the words coming out of her mouth. She only wanted to make him feel like shit, like he had made her feel.
"Go back to your little girlfriend John. Follow her around like a little bitch and hope she gives you what you want." She had never felt so angry in her life. And she didn't even know why. She looked into his blue eyes and gave up.
"Just go," she whispered as she sank down onto the couch. She buried her head in her hands, refusing to look at him anymore.
Christy choked back a sob as the door slammed shut. There was never going to be anyone who could help her fill the void. She could try to fill the emptiness with alcohol and sex, but it would still be there, glaring as ever.
"Alone," whispered Christy aloud. The word seemed to echo around the empty room. She stood and walked into the bathroom just in time to throw up.
Wooooo! 2005 World Series! Ahem, I kno u gotta b tired of my rantin but I cant help it! 88 yrs is way 2 long. And I also cant help thankin all the wonderful ppl who have takin the time 2 read and review: RIKKUANDCHRISTY4LIFE: lol, I didnt realize it sounded that way till I read it again! Thanx 4 ur luv! RKOSMKJNH: Sry 4 the long wait, I'm really glad u think the story is gettin hotter n hotter. I hate stories that lose steam after a couple of chapters, so I'll try 2 keep the hotness comin. RANDYJOHNSGIRL:So glad u like the story! Thanx 4 the review. REEMA: Glad u think its awesum! Sry 4 the long wait. ABCABC: I'm happy u found this fic 2! lol, I like the pairings 2 n I like writin about all of em. FIDELITAS: Right, the sex didnt work at all like it was supposed 2. N Stacy will change b/c of her encounter with Randy. I luv TrishDave and ChristyJohn so they're gonna b a part of this.Ur right on point! Thanx 4 the review. NALA23:Lol, dont wry, sumthin like that will happen soon enough, thanx 4 the review! GURL42069: I have fun writin this n I'm glad u have fun readin it; of course, who doesnt want John? lol RKOANDLEGS4EVER: I'm so glad ur luvin it:) ANAMALIA-FEAR: I'm glad u like the story, thanx!
