Thank you for all the reviews for the last chapter. Keep 'em up! Chapter 9 is here and I'm sorry it's later than I said it would be but I've been a busy little bee. Enjoy!
Chapter 9 : Alcohol, Flirting and Pools.
It was nine o'clock on Thursday night and Elaine and Bob sat in the dining room, having a drink.
"I'm worried about her."
"Why? Becky can take care of herself."
"I know she can take care of herself Bob but she's been different lately. Quiet."
"I don't know, she seems the same to me."
"I think it's her boyfriend," Elaine said thoughtfully.
"Why? What about him?"
"I don't approve. He isn't the most pleasant of boys around is he? Even I've heard of his reputation and I'm most certainly not the kind who listens to idle gossip. He's bad news."
"You don't think he's trying to force her into anything do you?" He said, anger not well hidden in his voice.
"No Bob I don't think it's anything like that so you can calm down. However I do think that he's having a bad effect on her mind – wearing her down."
"He better not!" Bob said. He paused for a second, lost in thought, "If he has been messing with her I don't think she would have anything more to do with him. She's an intelligent girl, knows the right way to do things."
"I suppose. She certainly has people she can talk to; her friends, us, Randy-"
"Jenni." Someone cut in from the door of the room.
"Randy, you're back! Where have you been all day?"
"I was with Sam. What's all this about Becky?"
"We're worried about her. Has she said anything to you?" Elaine said looking as her first born son sat next to his father.
"No, nothing to me." Randy said shaking his head, "I know she called Jenni for advice though last week. Could have something to do with it. Or she could have been having a fashion crisis and needed someone who always looks good to give an opinion." He said after a moment's contemplation. "Either way, she hasn't said anything."
"There's probably no need to worry," Elaine said as her husband set about making drinks.
They talked together a little while longer before Elaine noticed something different about Randy. He was happy.
"Are you ok son? You seem in a good mood."
"I'm alright," he said with a smile. "I do have some news though."
"Well come on Randy, don't leave us in suspense." Bob said.
"I broke up with Sam."
"You broke up with her?" His mother asked quietly.
"Uh huh."
Both parents were quiet for a moment, looking at their son before Elaine stood up and engulfed Randy in a hug.
"Oh son, I was starting to think it was never going to happen."
"Not surprised then?" Randy asked playfully.
"How did she take it?"
"Well she refused to believe me at first, I had to repeat myself about ten times. Then she started screaming, then she slapped me – pretty hard as well," he said rubbing his cheek in remembrance. "Then she screamed at me a little more, then she threw the ring at me. Accused me of sleeping with half the company and all the ring rats that swarm the place. Needless to say Jenni's name came up. Then she started crying I almost felt sorry for her– until she asked me for the engagement ring back. She reckons I owed her it. Well long story short; she didn't react well."
"Do you care?" Bob asked with an almost roguish grin.
"Not really."
"Good lad."
A few days later Randy stood impatiently in the lobby of a hotel – a hotel that had lost his reservation no less. He was tired from the flight in and had a house show in a few hours and he knew that if he was late for another show he was definitely getting fined.
"Excuse me, Mr Orton?"
"Yes," he said irritably.
"I'm afraid that we can't find your reservation anywhere and we have no spare rooms available, we're fully booked."
"So what am I suppose to do for tonight?"
"I don't know sir, we can probably sort you out with a room across town."
"Across town?" he asked angrily. "I don't want a room across town."
"I'm sorry sir I –"
"Oh forget it. I'll sort myself out."
The receptionist moved away quickly, not wanting to be on the receiving end of his wrath. He sat down on one of the chairs and closed his eyes, trying to think for a moment. He couldn't stay with his dad because he wasn't flying out until SmackDown in three days, he knew Dave had his wife visiting so really his only option was to try a bunk with –
"Hey Sailor," a cheery voice behind him said. "Why are you sitting down here?"
"Jenni," he said greeting her with a smile, "these idiots lost my reservation so I'm stuck."
"Ok well grab your stuff and while you're at it grab my shopping bags and come to my room."
He looked down the bags at her feet and saw she had clearly been in a shopping kind of mood.
"When did you get here?" He asked picking up everything.
"First thing. Got an early check in but then I got bored so I went to get a manicure, after that I couldn't help but notice that there were a few sales on and before you know it…more bags than I can carry."
"Those mean nasty sales people." Randy said, "luring you in with clothes that were screaming for you to buy them, regardless to the fact that you'll never wear half of them. Those nasty, nasty sales people."
"I'm getting the idea that maybe you're mocking me Randy." Jenni smiled, "Why would you do something like that?"
"Because you make it so damn easy babe."
After the house show Randy and Jenni had showered, dressed up and were now standing in the bar of the hotel and on their third drink and beginning to feel it.
"So how are you? You know after the slut from St Louis and everything." Jenni asked with a low laugh.
"I'm great." Randy said honestly, if not slightly slurred.
"Really?" She replied as though not convinced.
"Yeah. It actually bothers me a little. She was my fiancé and I did care for her once but…I'm not sorry that it's over and I don't miss her. At all."
"Well good. Sluts aren't there to be missed, they're there to be hissed at and jeered. Besides," Jenni said leaning into him slightly, "it's good to see you smiling that gorgeous smile of yours again."
"Yeah it is good to see me looking all gorgeous isn't it?" Randy asked with a cocky smirk.
"Oi, arrogance. I'll let your cockiness go this once but don't think I'll be letting you get away with it again."
"Yes you will babe," he leaned closer to her, "because you happen to find me very attractive when I'm all arrogant."
"Oh yeah," she replied sarcastically. "I'm whipped."
"I've seen the way you watch the show when the "Legend Killer" is at his most arrogant."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah but don't worry I quite like it. I mean, its not like I haven't had a fantasy or two about you as the sexy little 'English Vixen'."
"Oh babe," Jenni laughed. "You fantasise about me? I'm flattered but… you're gonna regret saying that tomorrow."
"Am I?"
"Yes."
"We'll see."
"We will."
A few minutes later the pair had another drink in their system when two hotel workers came by them and were talking about the trouble they had had getting people out of the hotel pool which had now closed. Jenni watched as the pair walked by before looking at Randy with a mischievous smirk on her face and a devilish look in her eyes.
"Are you feeling adventurous Randy?"
"Always am babe."
"Ok just one sec, Excuse me," she said to a bartender that had been eyeing her up the entire time she was there.
"Yes Miss," he said with a charming smile.
"Can we have another shot of that stuff…and er…leave the bottle."
"Of course Miss."
Jenni bit her bottom lip as though nervous but Randy knew her well enough to know that she wasn't done. This was the same kind of thing she did whenever trying to get something from a stranger for free.
"Is there something else I can get you Miss?" The man asked.
"Well…my friend here has had a terrible family crisis and maybe a full bottle would help him so if you could…"
She gestured to the quarter full bottle the barman had placed in front of her and the man hurriedly took it away and replaced it with an unopened on.
"Anything for a patron as beautiful as yourself."
"Wow, thank you. It's so nice that some people have compassion." Her eyes widened in fake admiration. "Oh, I think someone on the other side of the bar is calling you over."
The barman walked away with a smile only to find that there was no one on the other side of the bar that wanted him. When he turned back to the beautiful women he saw the seat empty and the bottle gone.
"Damn, the boss is gonna sack me if he finds out I fell for that again."
Standing outside the hotel pool Randy stood watch, holding the bottle of high quality spirit while Jenni fiddled with the lock of the door.
"You're never gonna be able to do that. The security in these places is ridiculous."
When she didn't reply he turned around to see her standing in the open doorway smirking at him arrogantly.
"How did you do that?" He asked in awe.
"I grew up in a rough area." She said simply with a slight shrug. "Come on before they see us."
They hurried in and shut the door. Before Randy noticed something and spoke.
"Uh, Jenni? I don't think we thought this all the way through."
"Oh really and what didn't we think through."
"We have nothing to wear."
"Well I don't know about you babe but I know what I'm wearing." She said before promptly stripping down to her bra and panties.
She took the bottle off of him before stepping into the pool. His eyes widened as she made her way down the steps into the water. Her underwear clinging to her as she got wet.
"So Randy," she asked him with a flirty smile while undoing the top of the bottle. "Are you gonna leave a girl all alone in a big pool like this?"
He looked at her and felt himself falling back into their banter, "Why babe? You feeling lonely in there?"
She nodded her head, "I don't like loneliness, never have."
Although she spoke in the same tone he could have sworn he saw a flash of vulnerability in her eyes which she quickly covered up.
"Anyways," she asked taking a drink from the bottle. "What kind of man leaves a increasingly drunk girl, who's wearing nothing but her underwear, to stay in the pool by herself?"
"Well I don't know about what kind of man does but I know it isn't me."
He took of his clothes, leaving him in just his boxers and descended the steps. She smirked at him, her devilish smirk, and then splashed him with water. He turned to her with a mournful look.
"Oh Jenni. Jenni, Jenni, Jenni." He took the bottle from her and had a long drink from it and putting it out of harms way. He then paused for a second before jumping to her and dunking her head in the water; she struggled against his hands on her shoulders before somehow flipping him over. They fought against each other in the water for a while before finally stopping to get their breath in fear of drowning.
"Well," Jenni said backing herself against the wall of the pool after snatching the bottle from the side, "That was bracing."
Randy came over to her and placed his hands on either side of her. "Yeah, just a bit."
"Either way, I won."
"What? No you didn't."
"Oh come on Randy, be realistic, I had your arse beat."
"Oh please, I soaked you."
She took another drink before dragging her eyes to him, "We're in a pool. I was already soaked."
"Yeah but I made you wetter."
"Is that even a word?"
"Of course wetter is a word. I just used it in a sentence." He said taking the bottle
"Yeah but let's face it. You're sentence structure isn't your most desired aspect. Even when you're sober – which you're definitely not by the way."
"Desired aspect?" Randy asked with a raised brow, ignoring her last sentence. "God, babe I know you want me you really shouldn't be so obvious about it. It's not lady like.
When she rolled her eyes he moved closer to her and continued.
"Just out of curiosity, which aspect of me do you desire most."
She tilted her head back slightly and Randy couldn't help that his eyes flickered down to her cleavage for a second.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Jenni finally said in a low, husky voice that sent a shot of desire through him.
"More than you can imagine babe."
She laughed a low juicy laugh at that and closed her eyes; her head still tilted back. He stood still for a second before he moved his hand to her shoulder and ran it down her arm. She opened her eyes and looked at him as though wanting to ask him something. He ran his hand down her arm again before she finally spoke.
"You really don't miss her?"
It took him a moment to work out what she was talking about.
He shook his head. "I really don't." The alcohol in his system allowing him to be completely honest. He looked up at her face to see her watching him intently. "Why?"
"It just seems a bit strange. You never mentioned breaking up with her before that and suddenly you're breaking up with her and completely forgetting she exists in a few days."
"I'm surprised you're so bothered by it. You hated the woman."
"I wouldn't say I hated her." Noticing Randy's raised eyebrow, "Ok, I did but…it just seems strange."
"I didn't love her."
"Yes you did. Maybe not at the end but you must of at one point."
"I dunno, it was my mom actually that made me realise I needed to end it."
"Ah, Elaine's always been smart."
"Yeah," he agreed. "Said it wasn't fair to string Sam along when it wasn't her I wanted. When I'm always thinking about something else. Someone else."
"Well, Your mum's always had a pretty good grip on reality so I'm betting that whatever she said was right."
"Yeah, I know she's right it's just…complicated."
"Why?"
"Just is."
She frowned at him for a second before abruptly asking. "You've already got your eye on someone?"
When he nodded she laughed and took a sip from the bottle, "Well check out the stud. Who is she? It is a she isn't it?"
He playfully slapped her arm. "Of course it's a she."
"Well who is she then? What's she like?"
"She's…amazing."
"Amazing huh? You gotta give me more than that Sailor."
"Well," he said slowly having a drink, "she's funny, smart – smarter than she acts anyway, she's loving, loyal, a bit cheeky, adorable – but she'd kill me for saying that." He paused, lost in Jenni's face. She had no idea he was talking about her.
"Hot?" She asked.
"Obviously," he laughed mournfully while bowing his head.
Noticing his change in mood she branched a question. "She doesn't like you?"
His head snapped up at her looking into her eyes that surveyed him with a curious if not slightly sympathetic look.
"I don't know." Randy quietly admitted.
"When are you gonna tell her?"
Randy was offered an amazing opportunity at that point – tell her it's her. Ever since he had bottled out of telling her in her hotel room he kept getting this feeling. 'Tell her' his mind screamed to him. But, whether it was cowardice or whether it was an honest belief that she didn't feel the same way he didn't know. Either way he knew he wasn't telling her tonight.
"I don't know, maybe never."
"What? Randy babe, I love you and everything but you need to sort yourself out. You got rid of the slut and now is your chance to try and find yourself a good girl." She paused taking a drink, "Well not a good girl, those innocent types aren't to be trusted but I mean a girl who's good for you. I mean what are you gonna do if she meets someone. You should tell her while you still have the chance. Now this may be the rambling of a not-so-sober girl but I think I'm right."
They stood in the pool in silence with the water lapping around them, exchanging the bottle between them every few minutes. He smiled down at her, trying desperately to ignore the pang of hurt he felt at the idea of her meeting someone, before finding himself a perfect excuse out of the conversation. "I'm not ready for anything anyway. All this stuff with Sam, I think I need to breathe for a bit you know?"
"Does that mean I'm gonna get my club friendly, flirty, charming all the ladies all the time best friend back? I hope so because he was a fantastic guy to have around."
"You want him back babe?"
"Damn right. He was cool."
"Hey! I'm still cool." He replied in mock hurt.
"I don't know, you've kinda lost your edge. No offence."
"Plenty taken. Now I don't know about you but I'm feeling a little bored."
"Oh really, my company not good enough for you?"
"Oh no it's not that. I enjoy nothing more than having you wet in sexy red Victoria Secret underwear but I think we could make better use of this time."
"How did you know it was Victoria Secret?"
He leaned into her a little and brushed a strand of her wet hair out of her face. With a husky voice he whispered into her ear, "Well you know me babe. I know all of Victoria's Secrets."
Jennifer's hotel room was open by a giggling, scantily clad, Jennifer who was trying to get Randy to stop tickling her. Well he wasn't tickling her exactly he was just lightly blowing on her wet still skin, sending her tingling.
"Stop it!" She demanded.
He threw their clothes down on a chair across the room and looked to her with a predatory gleam in his eyes. They hadn't bothered getting dressed, thinking it would be funnier to try and get back to the room in their underwear.
"Now why would I want to do something like that."
"Because I'm the nicest, sweetest girl in the world." Jennifer replied with an innocent look. He may have fallen for the look if she hadn't said it in wearing only sexy underwear while holding a bottle of spirit which was considerably lighter than it was when they got it.
Remembering something she said earlier he asked, "So you're a good girl then?"
"Absolutely," she smiled.
"But," he said thoughtfully, "didn't you say those innocent types aren't to be trusted?"
She looked down slightly before laughing, "Note to self – keep own opinions quiet."
He smiled at her looking down before he advanced on her again. "That's a good plan for future reference babe but, you've already aired your opinion on innocent girls and now you must pay the consequences."
"No," she pouted.
"No?" he mocked.
"No."
He looked at her pout and couldn't help but smile, she looked like an angry five year old.
"Well I could stop tickling you but…what's in it for me?"
"Hmm, I'll take you to breakfast tomorrow?"
"Not good enough."
"I'll buy you something?"
"No."
"I'll sort out your iPod for you. I know how much you suck at that."
"Bruising the ego? Not your smartest plan."
"Fine what do you want?"
"I want to tickle you," he said but then inspiration struck him. "But I'll settle for a massage."
"Huh?"
"A full body massage. I reckon that'll work."
"So in order to stop you tickling me I have to give you a full body massage?" When he nodded she laughed, "You know Randy, some people would call that extortion."
"Trust me sweetheart." He replied with a charming smile. "I'm looking at what you're wearing and that's causing some interesting thoughts to pop into my head. Now considering how much we've drank you're lucky I'm not asking for some kind of sexual favour. I'm just asking for a little relaxation."
She laughed, "God it's good to have you back."
She closed the few feet of distance between them by wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. While she probably considered this to be a friendly hug Randy was enjoying this as a lot more than that.
He wrapped his arms around her unclothed waist and pulled her even closer to himself. He inhaled her scent and rubbed her lower back softly a new idea forming in his head.
Far too soon she pulled away from him with a pretty smile on her face.
"Do you have any massage oil?" he asked her.
"Yeah I'll just grab it." Jenni said before walking into the bathroom. She walked out a minute later and told him to lie down.
"Actually babe, I've got a better idea." Randy said.
"Really? What's that then?"
In answer he moved to where she stood at took the bottle out of her hands.
"Lie down."
"What?"
"Lie down," he said again.
"Why?"
"Because Dear Jennifer, I'm going to massage you instead."
"And why would you want to do that?"
"Well," he said thoughtfully, "I could have you massage me, which don't get me wrong I would have greatly enjoyed, or I could have you lying down, practically at my mercy, still not wearing much, covered in oil while I straddle you and rub you all over." Randy smirked, "Now in my mind that sounds like more fun."
She looked at him silently for a second before saying playfully. "You're a sick man."
"You love me."
They laughed a little before Jenni obliged with Randy's request to lie down. He rubbed some oil into his hands before straddling her and gently beginning to rub his hands over her back. The feeling she was inspiring in him was great. Just by touching her he lost himself.
Within minutes his touching caused her to moan and Randy nearly lost all control of himself. Listening to her almost made him moan; so much so that he had to bite down on his lips to stop himself.
"Umm, that feels great." She said a little while later. "One thing missing." She pushed her upper-body up with her left arm and with her right one reached out for the bottle on the bedside cabinet.
She twisted her body so that she was now on her back so fast Randy was surprised. However it didn't take him any more than three seconds to realise he was now basically sitting on the area her panties covered. That thought alone caused him to have to bite his lip again.
Jenni dragged her eyes to him and noticed his odd behaviour.
"Are you ok?"
"Huh? Me? Yeah fine."
She frowned at him a second before shaking her head. "You want?" she asked offering the bottle.
He nodded and was about to reach for it with his still oil-slicked hands when Jenni leaned forward and gestured for him to open his mouth. He did so cautiously and she poured a shot of the liquid into it and smiled.
"I don't want you getting the bottle greasy."
He smiled at her, "Are you gonna turn back over?"
She shook her head with an angelic smile.
"You're not going to?"
She shook her head again.
"Why not? I mean far be it from me to toot my own horn but you sounded like you were enjoying it."
"Oh it was great. Now you're gonna do my front."
"And why would I want to do your front?" he asked even though he couldn't help the fact that his eyes kept breaking contact with hers and raking her body.
"Because," she said leaning her body up to his to the point were her face was inches from his. "I'm not the only one who enjoyed that massage. Now," she continued ignoring his shocked look. "I want you to do my front."
He swallowed almost nervous, still in shock at what she said but soon found himself trying to make the conversation more comfortable.
"What makes you think I enjoyed it as much as you did?" "He asked with a cocky smirk.
She smirked back at him, "I didn't say you enjoyed it as much as me. I just said you enjoyed it. Now, aside from the face that I could hear your slight though very well covered moans it's very clear you nearly made your lip bleed from biting on it so hard. Also there is very noticeable proof you enjoyed it digging into me right about now."
He froze but soon went into playful arrogant mode to try and play off his embarrassment. "Like what you feel babe?"
"Impressive," she said understanding how embarrassed he was. "But you know, it's understandable. You've got a drunken girl lying underneath you in her underwear while you rub oil on her. I would be more offended if you didn't get turned on. And that's a fact."
He laughed at her before pushing her back onto the bed and putting more oil into his hands. "So you're front?"
She nodded.
"What d'ya want first? Chest or legs? Because I know I'm gonna enjoy both."
There you go! Major drunken flirting in this chapter so I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think. Reviews always welcome.
Love Ya! DollFace!
