Authors Note : Because F.F was down last night and I couldn't update, you get two chapters at once. Ok, so I'm on a good old fashioned role right now, and I'm itching to get these chapters out, because I'm so excited to get this story out. Please Read and Review guys, I really want to know what you guys think. As ever, I don't anything, accept the lovely Lana. Enjoy !
Randy sighed wistfully. Man that brunette is fine. In the over-crowded night club, Randy's vision was filled with assorted, tight young female bodies, spilling out of their tops and exposing every luscious inch of their toned legs, oozing sexuality as they flaunted themselves through the club.
Licking his lips, Randy wondered if he was feeling slightly nostalgic for the 'good old days', when women were like fruit on a tree to him. He could simply pluck the tastiest looking morsel and devour her before moving on to the next sweet flavour. Sighing again, being surrounded by this amount of stunning women, it was another taunting reminder to Randy that he could never hook up with another girl for a night of crazy, naked fucking ever again. Period. And that's when he saw her.
Almost directly opposite him across the room, she was resting with her elbows against the bar. Her left leg slightly bent at the knee, her glowing blonde curls hung in loose waves around her face. The tight black dress clinging seductively to her curves tantalizingly hinted at every delish mound and expanse of exquisitely bronzed flesh of her body.
The slit on her dress began at her left hip, diagonally slashed to rest at the side of her opposite knee. Her bare back exposed to only the bartender, the straps of her outfit were tied around the back of her neck, acting as adequate support for the most alluring breasts Randy had ever known. Softly chewing on her bottom lip, her attention was distracted to her side, as she watched a few of their friends skanking it on the dance floor, much to the enjoyment of the crowd.
As if feeling eyes on her, Trish slowly turned back to front, locking eyes with Randy across the club. Her smile gave the appearance of sweet innocence, but Randy could see the playful sexuality bubbling in her chocolate eyes, which were for him only. Returning the smile, Randy didn't need any more reminding of why he had chosen to give up his whoring ways to be with her.
Why would any man want any other woman when he had Trish Stratus at his side and in his bed? Who else in the world could compare to his girlfriend? Realising he was staring because of her amused expression, Randy seductively licked his bottom lip, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
After the afternoon's events in the lift, and the following three sessions in Trish's hotel room, Randy could feel himself getting arsed again, just by the looking at Trish. No other woman had ever held such a thrall over him, to make him want her more than anything. He was in lust with Trish, and it was possessive, almost animal like in its intensity. Randy wanted to claim to Trish, to fill her over and over again, hear her whimper his name and claw at his back as he blew her mind in ways she couldn't ever comprehend.
He wanted to hold her, to taste her and touch every part of her beautiful body, to feel her tighten and tense because of what he could do to her. It was like he was hell-bent on just being with her. His body blazed with need to be in contact with her, to feel her and never let ago.
And yet, he was content to just stand where he was, gazing into the eyes of the woman he loved. Sure, Randy could have his way with Trish repeatedly, and she would fulfil every fantasy of his and then some.
But Randy found he wanted more than that. Trish provided a connection, and unspoken understanding. They could stay up into the early hours of the morning, simply talking about anything on their mind, sharing intimate touches and whispered words. Randy could sit side by side with Trish and feel more at ease than he ever had in his life. She simply 'got' him. He never felt the need to prove himself to Trish, or explain what he was thinking and feeling. He just knew. And it was amazing.
Randy watched as Trish became distracted by Candice Michelle, who had come bounding back to her side from the dance floor. He registered the momentary annoyance that crossed her face as she became distracted, still never taking her eyes away from him.
"...Trish...are you even listening to me girl?" Candice's voice sounded exasperated.
"Huh?" Came Trish's weak reply. Opening her mouth to berate Trish, Candice followed her gaze, to see the hungry stare of Randy Orton from across the room. Even across the distance, Candice could plainly see the unmatched desire flowing between them, all through their locked gazes.
"Oh. Undressing him with your eyes are you?" Candice mused, raising her eyebrow.
"...absolutely." Trish replied dreamily.
"You want me to leave you alone?" Candice ventured, more than a little annoyed that she was being ignored.
"...sure thing." Trish sounded as though she were in some kind of daze.
"Okay. I can take a not so subtle hint. By the way, I'm pregnant." Candice casually tossed as she turned to leave.
"Uh huh. Good for you," Trish smiled, licking her lips as she glanced at Randy," wait...huh?"
Trish turned to face Candice's' giggles.
"Now that I've finally gotten your attention," Candice grinned, "I was just saying how Maria's gone back to a hotel room with these two Marine's. How does she do it? Do men really fall for that vapid blonde routine?"
"Do you even care?" Trish smiled, motioning her shoulder to where John Cena was sat, talking animatedly with Carlito. Candice grinned as she glanced at her boyfriend.
"No. But for scientific purposes, I do sometimes wonder if there's a direct correlation between a woman's IQ and the amount of men she bed's." Candice admitted.
"If there is, Stacy must be the stupidest girl ever to grace the roster." Trish giggled, as Candice exploded into laughter.
"Who on earth is that?" Candice finally managed, her eyes drawn to someone entering the club.
Trish, still focusing on Randy who had decided to leave the group of males he was hanging with, slowly began to make his way across the dance floor, teasingly towards her. With growing frustration at Candice's insistent gasps and murmurs of shock, Trish tore her attention away from her boyfriend.
Following Candice's gaze, Trish spotted the woman entering the club who had earned pretty nearly everyone's attention.
She couldn't have been much more than 21 years old, standing at nothing taller than five-foot-three with flawless golden skin. Her warm brown hair, highlighted with the occasional golden streak was perfect and glossy, cascading down to beneath her shoulder blades in a wave of colour. Both eyes were a hypnotizing jade colour, with soft flecks of amber hinted at in the dim lighting. Her nose was small and cherub like, resting just above a full pouting set of lips, holding a perfect set of white teeth which provided a dazzling heartfelt smile.
Her body was what Trish would describe as perfect, long fluid limbs that were obviously gym honed, but obviously feminine with their curves and her petite stature. Both legs climbed into her short black skirt, her waist and voluptuous breasts being accentuated with her loose white halter top, exposing her midriff, and tied behind the back of her neck much like Trish's. Licking her frosted pink lips, she seemed sweetly embarrassed by the attention of everyone in the club.
"She's hot." Trish admitted, finding herself captivated by the contradicting beauty. She reminded Trish of an exotic temptress, with a 'girl next door' quality. It was this combination that seemingly had made her the most attractive feature in the club.
Turning her attention back to the advancing Randy, Trish became perplexed by the fact she could no longer see her boyfriend. Scanning amongst the crowd, he was easy to spot, his six foot four frame towering above mostly everyone else. Watching in surprise, Trish noted Randy had made a complete turn, and was now heading across the dance floor...towards the brunette.
Trish felt her eyebrow raise into an arch as she watched Randy shout something towards the girl. Turning to face him, her face filled with a relieved smile as he pulled her into a warm hug. Trish felt a twinge of jealousy in her gut, but ignored it, choosing to sit back and watch what they were doing. Randy and the mysterious new-comer had their head very close to each other, talking into each other's ear as his hand rested on her lower back. Despite herself, Trish found their proximity to one another a little unnerving.
It's loud in here Trish, so get a grip already! They probably can't here what they are saying to each other Trish reminded herself.
"Does Randy know her?" Candice question, she too noting at just how close the pair were getting. She registered with some alarm at the woman's hand resting on Randy's upper arm, finding the gesture perhaps just a little too intimate.
"I guess so." Trish uttered, straining to see what was going on.
With a bright smile, Randy rested his arm around the girls waist, steering her off in the opposite direction of Trish towards the group of male superstars from where he had come from. Trish watched Randy direct to the others, who clamoured over one another to be introduced. Pursing her lips, Trish made no attempt to go follow her boyfriend and be introduced. Throwing her hair over her shoulder, Trish felt a hand grasp her elbow.
Turning to the side, Trish saw Candice's concerned expression, her eyebrows knitted together.
"I'm fine Candy. She's probably a friend of his. Let them have fun." Grinning and appearing as relaxed as possible, Trish turned to bartender, flagging him down for a shot of something.
Three shots of the burning liquid and a cocktail later, left Trish feeling a lot looser. Grabbing Candice by the hand, she led her friend to the dance floor, getting to the centre as the speakers began churning out Missy Elliot's 'Lose Control', gaining a broad smile from Trish. Raising her hands above her head, Trish let herself go to the music, as her hips swayed and curved with each mesmerizing beat.
With each occasional turn, Trish registered Randy and the brunette sitting next to one another. Well, if Trish were being accurate, it looked more like the girl was practically sitting on Randy. Letting her anger ebb and flow out of her body, Trish resumed dancing, noticing she had gained a partner in a smartly dressed blonde male.
She couldn't help but giggle as he tried to impress her with his dance moves, which were very accomplished. Licking her lips, Trish moved her hips in time with the beat, putting on a sensual show for her partner, who simply watched and nodded his head as Trish moved her butt.
From across the room, Randy looked back up into the club, suddenly wondering where his girlfriend was. Eyes drifting to the dance floor, he noted Trish in the thick of the action, with Candice near her, as several guys tried their luck. He smiled softly as he noted the blonde Canadian's flirtatious moves. She was captivating, but kept a discreet distance away from any men who seemed interested. Assured Trish was okay, Randy gave his attention back to the brunette who was currently in mid conversation with Dave Batista.
Dancing finally taking its toll, Trish said her goodbyes to Candice, and also her new blonde dancing partner Troy, before slowly making her way towards the seated area to join the others.
Randy, Dave, Adam, Amy, John, Lisa and Carlito were all deep in conversation, lazing around on the leather sofas the club provided.
Lisa noted Trish's arrival first, offering her friend an inebriated smile as she relaxed into Carlito's out-stretched arm. John gave her a little wave as she stepped past him towards Randy, who was in an intense conversation with that brunette. Trish couldn't help but pout, as Randy hadn't bothered to look up and greet her. Folding her arms across her chest, Trish decided to make her presence known.
"Baby…aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" Trish's slightly amused tone caused Randy's head to snap upwards, noting the arrival of Trish. If she didn't know any better, Trish would swear he looked practically embarrassed.
"Trish. Hey." He offered, not making any move towards her, smiling softly at her. Sighing a little, Trish turned to his brunette companion, who was looking up at Trish with a mix of sheer awe and excitement on her beautiful face.
"Hey. I'm Trish." Trish smiled, offering her hand which the other woman immediately accepted.
"Oh gosh…wow…I mean like wow…I'm such a huge fan, like massively huge," she gushed, "it's such an honour to meet you."
"Thanks sweetie. You are…?" Trish asked.
"I'm Lana. Lana Matthews." She smiled, colour flushing to her cheeks.
"Nice to meet you," Trish replied, as Randy got up from his seat to wrap his arms around his girlfriend, planting a kiss on the top of her head, "you guys know each other?"
"I met her on the Europe trip. We roomed together a couple of times." Randy mentioned, running his hands into a caress around Trish's mid-section.
"Really?" Trish reply came off as nonchalant as possible, but she couldn't deny the fact that the idea of her boyfriend sharing a room with a stunning brunette didn't make her a little uncomfortable.
"Oh it was nothing like that," Lana stammered, red flaring to her cheeks, "I didn't know anyone, and they didn't book my room properly…so I had nowhere to stay, and Randy kindly let me have his bed…but he wasn't in it of course…"
"It's okay sweetie," Trish giggled, looking up at Randy. "I trust him."
Randy smiled down at Trish, softly kissing the tip of her nose.
"I'm tired baby, We gonna head back?" Trish asked, resting her head against Randy's chest.
"Actually…I'm gonna hang here with Lana and the guys for a while. Is that okay?" Randy's blue eyes searched Trish's for an honest response.
No. "Sure." Trish uttered, kissing Randy on the cheek, "I'll see you later I guess."
Automatically letting go of Randy, Trish turned on her heel making her way away from Randy towards the exit. She kept the appearance of cool nonchalance, but in reality, Trish was more than a little disappointed at Randy choosing to stay where he was instead of leaving with her.
Randy watched his girlfriend leave, before turning back to be met with the raised eyebrows of Lisa.
"What?" He enquired, his eyes holding an amused expression
"Bad choice buster." She giggled, almost spilling the drink she barely held in her hand.
"You think so?" Randy countered, turning back to the way Trish had gone, pondering what Lisa was referring to. Deciding it was nothing, he focused back on the group letting all thoughts of Trish drift from his mind.
