"Hey wake up sugar," Dean crooned, shaking her gently. She looked up groggily at him. His hair was wet from the shower and he just had a white towel slung around his sexy hips.
"Morning," she answered and ran a hand up his hard toned thigh under the towel.
"Uh oh, no time for that, you've got an interview remember?"
"Do I have to?" She answered, moving her hand higher and cupping his balls, feeling them tighten at her touch and his breathing hitch as his cock started to rise.
"Yes, yes you do but actually I'm sure another five minutes won't hurt," he said gruffly before losing the towel and slipping back into bed with her. "I just can't get enough of you baby, here, bite down on this pillow!" he said as she gasped...
An hour later Autumn found herself sitting in a small Mercedes people carrier, travelling up the motorway to the next show, following the main tour bus, being grilled by an Armani suited Jenny from Talent Relations and an assortment of her staff. This is not how she imagined touring with her man but Dean told her that he would see her when they got to the next town and by then 'Jenny would love you'. Autumn begged to differ with his statement as the woman stiffly asked her relentless questions about her previous work experience and personal life and what sort of writing she had done. By now Autumn was beginning realise that Dean must have exaggerated somewhat about her CV, I mean she had a couple of blogs self published on the net and a half written novel but not much else. Sod it, she thought, if Dean could exaggerate then she could too. She'd just have to blag her way through it. 'I can do this' she told herself.
"So my dear, have you got a publisher for this novel of yours?" Jenny asked.
"Yes, well, there are a couple of firms interested but I'm kind of keeping my options open just at the minute." she lied.
Jenny arched her eyebrows.
She can see right through me, Autumn thought, glancing out of window at the English countryside unfolding quickly alongside the speeding motorway traffic.
"I'm actually on a career break at the minute Jenny, to concentrate on my writing so any opportunity would be welcome. All experience is good experience," she smiled, hoping she was being convincing enough.
"When did you start this 'career break'? Jenny asked.
Two fucking days ago! she thought, but calmly replied, "Oh fairly recently, I've had a lot of stuff on the go already." Dean would be proud of her she thought wryly to herself. He was a bad influence!
"Well, I think I can find a spot for you, unpaid I am afraid, you see I can't just give you free behind the scenes access without good reason despite what Mr Ambrose says! So how about you write a short diary blog that we can tweet out to the Universe after each show, if I think it's good enough. You know perhaps something like 'On tour with the Superstars' or 'A day in the life on the road'. You can travel with the roster, observe, ask questions. Keep it interesting, think about what fans would like to know. Email me the blog before you post it so I can check it over. That guy over there is our IT person, he'll sort you out with a company iPad, give you your logins and will set you up on our Twitter account and answer any technical questions you may have. Take this security pass, it will give you access anywhere on the tour. Dean can be your official chaperone, because I doubt very much he will let anyone else near you knowing Dean!" she added smiling.
"Thanks very much," Autumn said.
"But my dear, you must be discreet, some of the performers have huge egos and get quite jealous of others getting special treatment. I doubt Dean will be able to contain himself but I'd like to think that you will keep yourself in the background as much as possible," Jenny warned.
Want she really means is don't give her any trouble, she thought. "Of course, I'll be the soul of discretion," she promised, with her fingers crossed behind her back.
The journey droned on and she thought about the last few days, her stomach flipping at the thought of that gorgeous creature that somehow wanted her to be with him and had engineered this very situation so they could be together, for now at least. She'd said goodbye to Becca and Jess at the hotel the night before leaving them there happily chatting to Dean's friends but all three were messaging each other right now, filling Autumn in on what had happened after she and Dean had 'gone to bed'.
Beep. Becca: How was the sex god last night? Lol
Autumn: AMAZING you should try it with a wrestler. I can barely walk today. Lol
Beep. Jess: Oh she tried but Mr Rollins wouldn't have any of it. ;(
Beep: Becca: Yeah, well he is kinda aloof, pity he is so damn hot. He kept giving me the eye but then did nothing about it! Antonio was a sweetie though, very chatty. X
Autumn: How about Roman, Jess? Lol
Beep. Jess: He's taken and I'd have about as much chance with him as marrying Prince Harry. Lovely guy though. Swoon. :) x
Beep: Becca: We were getting some filthy looks from some girl wrestler though, what are they called Divs?
Autumn: That's Divas, Becca.
Beep. Becca: Lol. Anyway Roman and Antonio said that we are to come to the last show on the tour and they would sort out tickets and you need to tell us where you are all staying and book us in. OK? X
Autumn: Yay sounds great.
Beep. Jess: Soooo looking forward to it already.
Autumn: Got to go guys, just arriving in to Leeds. Speak soon. Xxx
The mini bus pulled up behind the main tour bus outside a Yorkshire stone hotel in the centre of town and Autumn piled out with her new colleagues. Most had been friendly on the journey, none asked about Dean or mentioned Twitter, it was clearly a taboo subject but she felt that a couple of them had a slightly dismissive attitude towards her, knowing the job was just a front, which of course it was. However, determined to prove them all wrong this spurred her on even more, this could actually lead to something, OK she thought, let's do this, I'll bloody show them!
Shaken out of her thoughts by the sight of the superstars filing off the tour bus, there he was, black baseball cap covering his golden curls, dark glasses on as usual pulling his own bags out from under the bus. It's not all glamour she thought, watching other superstars line up to collect their bags before trudging into the hotel and mentally noting the sight for her first blog.
He looked around and spotted Autumn, his face smiling in recognition, beckoning her over to him and holding his arms out. Autumn aware that eyes were on her cautiously wandered over to him and was soon enveloped into a quick hug and a kiss on top of her head.
"Hiya," she said into his chest, breathing in the smell of him and immediately found that she was less bothered by people looking at them.
"Give me your bag," he told her and they walked inside. "How did you get on, did you get the job?" he chuckled, winking at her, knowing it was a forgone conclusion anyway.
"Yes, but I've got to behave myself apparently. Got to stay in the background. So no leading me astray!"
"What me?!" Dean replied in mock horror? "Lead you astray! I'm a good boy."
"HA!" was her reply. "Your middle name is trouble!"
He just winked at her, checked them in and led her up to their room.
"Sooo, what's the plan for today?" she asked him as he flopped down on the bed and gestured for her to join him.
Crawling up his body and straddling him, she removed his baseball cap releasing his blond locks to stroke them.
'Well I'll say blow job, Gym, food, rest, fuck, arena practice, match, promo, drink, fuck, bed!" he said, laughing.
"Goodness, you have it all planned out, don't you?!" she responded.
"Uh huh," he agreed nodding. "So," clicking his fingers and pointing downwards "Let's get started. You know what to do..."
Playfully she smacked him on the chest. "Ow!" he exclaimed feigning injury. Laughing she moved down the bed, unfastening his belt and slowly unbuttoning his jeans. He was already hard for her and she palmed his cock with her hand through his red (yeah we've all noticed the red underwear in recent matches Dean!) boxer briefs. His breathing hitched as skin touched skin, her soft hands meeting his velvet hardness, strafing her thumb with feather lite touches around his throbbing end sending sparks of desire through his being.
"Damn," he groaned. "Take it in your mouth."
She did as he asked, her hot pink tongue flicking all over it then her mouth enveloping his cock, alternately taking it to the hilt then twisting her hand firmly around his hardness sending him into a whirlpool of ecstasy. She kept up this treatment till it sent him over the edge and he spilled hotly into her mouth.
"Jesus," he cried. "You're so fucking good baby."
It was her turn to look smug as she kissed his semi erect dick and tucked it sweetly away.
"Yeah, I know. You are a very very lucky boy," she smiled and joined him up on the bed snuggling into his neck. They lay quietly for a while, his arms wrapped around her contentedly.
"Have there been many lucky boys?" he asked evenly into the top of her head.
She froze slightly, awkward question time!
Her voice was embarrassed and muffled as she answered him. "No, there hasn't been anyone as lucky as you for a very long time."
"And before me?" he insisted.
"Do you really need to know?" she asked.
"Yes, yes I do, tell me please."
Lifting her head and facing him, she answered, "Before you I had just a couple of boyfriends, one lasted a while but we were young, it was years ago." It was cringeworthy really having to tell him this.
"Good," he said.
"And you? Can I ask about you?" she probed, feeling that this conversation was a one way street so far, why should he get off the hook, but did she really want to know the answer? Deep down, she knew what he was going to say already. And she wouldn't like his answer.
"Oh baby," he crooned. "I could lie through my teeth or be honest, but I promised myself that I'd be honest with you so..."
"Go on," she told him.
His blue eyes looked sad as he spoke, "I rarely sleep alone."
"Oh, OK," was all she could say quietly in response but then he urgently cradled her face in his hands.
"But, I don't want that anymore, believe me, that is all behind me. I'm falling for you Autumn, why do you think I've gone to all this effort. I only want you, just you baby. Understand?"
A tear had fallen down her cheek as she nodded and flung herself at him. "I want you too," she exhaled with relief.
Neither of them broached the subject of what would happen when the tour was over, when he would go back to the States, when she would be left in England, but they both thought it.
...
"Have you ever wondered how a Superstar keeps fit on the road? Here I am in a plush hotel gym being taken through a typical tour workout by the Lunatic Fringe himself, Dean Ambrose and boy am I flagging. These guys are in the UK, on their bi annual European tour and move from town to town every day and it's very important to maintain their fitness. Surrounded by the super fit heroes and heroines of the ring, I can just about manage twenty minutes on a slow running machine before I stop for a rest, heart pounding as I watch Mr Money in the Bank, Seth Rollins, who is on the treadmill beside me, looking fine by the way ladies, sprinting on a steep incline for the best part of ten minutes. He's not even breathing hard! As for strength I grab a couple of weights as I watch John Cena pump massive amounts of iron, wow he is strong, while his girlfriend Nikki Bella is equally impressive with her set of reps. All is going well till I get pounced on by a certain Powerhouse, Roman Reigns who proceeds to lift me above his head as part of his fitness routine. Phew, a cold shower for me..."
"Here are some photos I took Jenny which we can add a link to, obviously I'm not in them but I think fans like to see the stars close up out of the ring. I'm pretty sure workout pics are popular, I mean look at them, they are all so gorgeous." Autumn was babbling a bit, nervous because this was her first attempt and hoping that it was what Jenny was looking for.
It was Dean who suggested she come down to the gym and meet the roster and hang out. It was fun and pretty much all of them were welcoming but in that polite, fan greeting way. Dean's friends were more genuine, Roman, Seth and Antonio all joking and ribbing her like they would each other. A couple of Diva's came over and chatted to her, Naomi and Nattie, they were super friendly. The Bella's were polite and uninterested but Scarlett made her presence known by walking past, smiling sweetly at Autumn and breathing her best "Hi Deany," at him. Autumn noticed that he didn't acknowledge the greeting and looked coldly past the pretty blonde but then thought no more of it as Roman picked her up and swung her above his head, her shrieks much amusing the gathered Superstars who, already bored by the monotony of touring, welcomed any novelty. Looks like Autumn would be the novelty this tour.
"Hmmm," Jenny considered. "OK, we'll send it out and see what the reaction is. Good start. Tell me about your other ideas."
"Well, I thought I could shadow some of the guys doing the media rounds, breakfast TV and radio one day. Also, hang out on a signing at a toy store and interview some of the fans. I heard that someone is going to a big football stadium to visit the team (soccer my lovely US readers, but you knew that anyway I bet!) so I could cover that. I could profile some of the Divas and they could do a special tour photo shoot depending which town we are in. I could explain how a match works and what goes into staging it..." Autumn barely came up for air.
"Hold on Autumn dear, the first four ideas sound great, go ahead and make the arrangements to do all of them but the fifth idea is not what I am looking for, under no circumstance should the secrets of what we do be exposed. Fans need to buy in to what they are seeing, we don't ever want the wrestling to be associated with the word 'fake'. Also bear in mind that these superstars have worked very hard to maintain their image so don't try to expose the real person, read up or talk to Dean or someone about each superstar's character and bear in mind what story lines they are in. You don't want to mess those up, that could cost the company money and reputation."
"Right," said Autumn feeling a little deflated. Blimey this business was complicated.
Noticing her demeanour, Jenny said kindly, "Look, I fairly impressed so far. Just keep it up. OK?"
"Thanks, I'll try my best," she replied.