A/N: Things are going to get dark this chapter. I've added a trigger warning where it begins so if you're uncomfortable, you'll know where to stop.
California, my original home. I had to check into a hotel room this morning to keep up appearances but I actually flew in two days ago to visit my family and childhood friends. Now I was jogging through my old neighborhood to make one final stop before going back to the hotel and then to the arena.
A horn blew. I looked around and saw a car I didn't recognize. It began following me so I took off fearing sex traffickers and after what happend to Sonya, crazy fans. It seemed to be coming faster now so I sprinted as quickly as my legs could carry me.
"Vivian!" Joe's voice yelled out the window. After slowing down, I bent over with my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath. He pulled up behind me. "What are you doing in this neighborhood?"
"I wanted to get some cardio in so I went for a run, took a few turns and ended up here," I replied. "What are you doing here?"
"Get in," he leaned over and opened the passenger side door.
I looked on the backseat after I got in. There were 2 flower shop bags. I could see a bouquet sticking out of one and a potted floral arrangement sticking out of the other. "What's this?"
"The bouquet is for you, Miss WWE," he said.
"And who is the other one for?" out of nowhere came an uneasy feeling deep in the pit of my stomach.
Joe sighed, his grip on the wheel tightening. "I think I should take you to the hotel and come back."
"Why? It's not like we have that much time for you to be making a trip back across town and then back here to do whatever you're trying to do," I said. Plus if my suspicions were correct, we were already here.
He turned left and pulled up to a church, my original destination. "I try to make a stop here every time WWE is in California. I think it's best if you stay in the car."
A cold, irrational anger was beginning to take hold of me as I watched Joe disappear behind the church with the flower. I punched the dashboard so hard I'm surprised the airbag didn't come out. How dare he?! He didn't even show up to the funeral to pay his respects but has the nerve to show up now? What was the reason? Guilt? To make himself feel like a better person now? Fuck that! There was no way in hell I was sitting here and leaving him unsupervised with my sister. He could be back there pissing on her grave for all I know.
The scene when I made it around to the graveyard was worse than I thought. He was kneeling down, whispering, maybe praying. I think I could actually hear him sniffling. If God was ever to ignore a prayer, it should be this one because none of this he was doing was sincere.
My foot snapped a twig and he looked around. "Sorry."
"No, it's okay. I'm done," he replied.
"I'm sorry for being intrusive but I was worried about you," I said, approaching the tombstone that read: Samantha Nicole Parker. September 2, 1986 - May 10, 2007. He's so stupid I bet he didn't even notice my initials engraved on the back along with my parents: VTG. "Who is she?"
"I don't really want to talk about it," he replied, getting up.
"Well, I'll pay my respects anyway," I said, placing the bouquet he bought me on her grave. I couldn't say it out loud with him hovering over me but inside my head I was thinking, 'I'm sure you're rolling in your grave right now at him having the audacity to show his face here. Don't worry, sis, his day is coming.'
Joe needed to be stopped but how? With the way WWE slipped his drug violation under the rug, it was clear that he'd be protected by them at all costs. When the bible scripture, 'No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper' was written, Joe was clearly who they had in mind. I needed to think of something undeniable and fast.
The show was over. I beat Billie Kay to secure my spot on Team Smackdown for Survivor Series much to my annoyance because I knew I'd probably be the first one eliminated on the blue side.
Joe was closing the trunk to his rental when I approached. "You riding with me?"
"I already loaded my bags in with Bianca and Tez. We're going to Wing Stop," I announced.
"Oh, okay. You and me are still on for tonight, right?" he asked.
"Of course! I would never blow you off...unless you want me to," I flicked my tongue. "And speaking of tonight, I want to try something different."
He looked skeptical. "Different how?"
"Role playing. This is going to sound strange but I use to have fantasies where I'm like this unsuspecting girl and this big, rough guy comes in and dominates. I hadn't thought about it in a while but lately the aggression you've shown is bringing it back," I said. "Basically I want you to bring the Tribal Chief out of the ring with you and Tribal Chief seems like the type of man who'll take what he wants, if you know what I mean."
He seemed cautious, yet intrigued. "I think I know what you're getting at."
"Good, come by my room at 12:30..."
Tonight was different. There wasn't going to be any lingerie or being naked underneath the robe. For me to pull this off, I needed to look as innocent as possible. My hair was brushed back in a ponytail and I pulled an oversized t-shirt over my head. Grabbing my phone, I looked for an area of the room where everything would be visible before turning on the camera to record. It was 12:28. It may come across as suspicious if a camera was conveniently rolling to capture the moment so I pretended to be doing one of those cringeworthy TikTok dances knowing that he'd interrupt it in a few minutes.
No, I wasn't going to wake up tomorrow and post the video online for the world to see. If everything works out with my original plan, it won't see the light of day but still, I needed to have this on file as a last resort and insurance policy just in case he wiggles his way out of my other traps like he's done so far. There was no way WWE would be able to get him out of this one. Even if he claims it's acting, it'll be my word against his. Either way it's proof that he cheated on Galina and he'll lose his family so there's that.
He was on time, 12:30 straight up. When I heard the knock, I looked up at the camera and began walking toward it like I was going to turn it off until another impatient knock came and I changed direction.
A/N: Trigger Warning - Simulated Rape
"Joe? It's kind of late, isn't it?" I greeted.
"The night is young," he said, bursting through the door.
"What do you want?" I asked, sending a worried glance in the direction of the camera.
"What the fuck do you think I want," he jerked my body to press against his, chest to breast. His hand roamed my back, felt my ass before dipping between my cheeks to cup my pussy from behind. I used all the strength I had to push him, creating some distance between us. "What? Don't act shy now."
"What is wrong with you? You're married!" I said, slowly backing away from him. He looked big and intimidating as he backed me into a corner.
"Oh, really? I didn't know that," he replied, sarcastically. "Me being married didn't stop you from watching me, flirting with me, teasing me."
"Being friendly is flirting and teasing now? Are you kidding me?" scoffing, I made sure to look and sound disgusted. "You need to check yourself."
"How about I check you instead!" he threw me on the bed and started yanking at my clothes.
I kicked at him. "Stop, Joe!"
"Stop, Joe," he mocked, surprisingly good at this. "You've been practically begging me for the dick and I'm about to give it to you."
"This isn't right! Do you really think you can get away with this?" my voice broke into what I hope sounded like crying.
"I already have. Who do you think they're going to believe? The face of the company or a bitch that's only been on TV for 7 months?" he asked, pressing my face down into the mattress. I was half-standing, bent over the bed. He slapped my naked ass hard. Good thing the camera couldn't see my smirk or my cover would be blown.
"Don't you have a daughter? Think about what you're doing," I tried to reason with him. "What kind of man are you?"
"You're about to find out," he said, pulling down his sweatpants.
My pussy was soaking wet as he lined his dick up from behind and pushed inside but I screamed just like I was in pain. "You're hurting me!"
"You'll get used to it. Pain always comes before pleasure," he relentlessly pounded me like a madman, one hand still holding down my head, the other hand holding my waist to keep me in place while my legs were writhing helplessly.
I yelped and whimpered in time with the brutal thrusts, each one driving my face further into the mattress. The sheets were balled into my fists as I gripped them. My breasts were bouncing and flopping around from impact. There was no kissing, no caressing. What Joe was doing was hard, physical fucking and I loved every second of it. This whole situation, the defenselessness of my position, it was all so erotic.
In an unexpected move, Joe's hands wrapped around my neck from behind, not tight enough to restrict my breathing but there was force in the grip. He never stopped hammering me. "This is it, this is that fuck you've been after."
"Please, Joe," I strained. "Don't! Stop this!"
"Please Joe, don't stop this?" he put it together. "Okay! I wasn't planning on it."
His bulbous tip was stimulating my g-spot. The pleasurable stimulation became almost painful. His hard strokes rammed into me, sending shuddering waves through my body as I moaned. Damn, I'd have to edit this part out.
It seemed like he was getting close so he jerked me by the ponytail onto the floor. "Get on your knees."
"No," I cried as he drummed his dick against my lips for entrance.
Once he forced his way in, the face fucking began as he moved his hips. I gagged as the tip touched that little dangly thing that swing in the back my throat. Joe increased the force of his thrusts, holding my head in. On the inside, my tongue was licking him down. With a grunt, he shoved it as far as he could, releasing down my throat.
Now that he was finished, I collapsed, going into fetal position.
He was menacingly standing over my body. "It didn't even have to be like this."
This is where I would cut the video.
"...and scene!" I say, sitting back up.
"How was that?" he asked, snapping back to himself.
"Amazing. You gave me everything I needed and more," grabbing his hand, I pulled him down on the floor with me.
We stared at each other. Joe put his hand behind my head and we met halfway to kiss. I felt like I could cum from this alone. His kisses moved down to my neck and from there, my breasts. He cupped them in his large hands, licking all over them. Swirling his tongue around my nipple before tongue kissing them in his mouth. I was still wet from earlier but felt fresh moisture beginning to flow.
I pulled his face back up to mine. I don't know what had gotten into me but I couldn't stop kissing him, touching him, feeling him, wanting him. I hated it. Joe spread my legs on the floor and pressed forward. The pace was slow and soft, the exact opposite of our first session.