Quick Note: an overactive imaginitaion is always good to have, a dirty mind's a terrible thing to waste... i can go on with this all night, but I won't.

I own nothing but the oc. If I did own Christian Cage... He'd be tied to my bed permanently while I had the most fun I've ever had. ;)

Are we, the readers seeing yet that I am probably a nympho where the men of the wwe are concerned? If not then it should be clear soon enough.

My dirty mind knows no bounds, so if you read this and like it let me know if there's a Superstar you'd like to see getting a little loving, and I'll do my best to get 'em in here. I really hope you guys are all enjoying this series. It's a blast to write them. Remember, if you want to see someone, then all you have to do is message or R+R, tell me who.

Requests are open, btw, via pm or review. It can be anyone and I swear I will try my best to come up with something for them. If you have a plot or place/ name anything in mind for the Superstar you choose, be sure to tell me that too!

' 4 your eyes only' the text read as Christian licked his lips and stood out in the parking lot of some dance club called Skin that Edge dragged him to for some lame Halloween costume thing.

He didn't recognize the number, but when he opened the multimedia message, he saw the tattoo, on the curvy female form. He chuckled as he pulled his pirate patch over one eye and walked into the nightclub who's walls were pulsing with the fast beat dub step music the dj was playing.

His phone vibrated yet again. 'Did you like it?' the message read this time. He chuckled and leaning against the bar keyed in, 'Yeah but.. this is the wrong number, doll.'

From across the nightclub, the red head opened her phone and read the text before biting her lips, fixing her eyes on Christian Cage intently. It wasn't the wrong number.

She'd gotten the tattoo earlier, and being a new and shy Diva, he didn't really know her. But she'd been in love with the man who called himself Captain Charisma since she was about 17. He'd been the first dirty dream she'd ever had, in all honesty.

'U R Christian Cage... Right?' the text read this time, as another multimedia message revealed a bare female chest, a butterfly tattoo on the rib cage. He shifted in his seat, his cock growing, and his curiousity at an all time high right now.

'Who r you?' he typed back and ordering a Bourbon on the rocks, he waited for a response.

By now, Nalia was sick of the games. So, she'd walked over, and was standing behind him as her hands went to his lap, brushing her hand over the bulge in his jeans, while she sucked on the back of his neck.

Christian groaned. That was one of the fastest ways to turn him on, was to suck his neck. He turned slowly and blinked as the new diva, the one he'd had his eye on, the one he'd been planning to lay claim stood there in a short, tight and flimsy looking cabaret girl costume.

That was all the incentive he needed. "Let's get out of here." he growled huskily as he picked her up and carried her wrapped around his waist, out to his car, in the parking lot.

He lie her down in the backseat, and got in, knowing the windows were darkly enough tinted that noone would ever see inside them.

"Mmmm. Nalia." he muttered as he slid his hand up the skirt, smirking when he realized she wasn't wearing any panties.

"I sort of planned this when I heard you and Copeland were going to Skin tonight." Nalia muttered as she raised a little, sucking his neck, rubbing her torso against the ever growing bulge in his jeans.

"Nice move." Christian mumbled as he tried to unlace the corset but found he couldn't. His fingers gripped the flimsy strings and he pulled, tearing the ties, the front of the costume bursting open. He growled as he slipped his fingers inside of her soaking wet heat and began to scissor them while his other hand rested on her breasts, squeezing and groping, grazing his teeth against her nipples.

Nalia panted and then pouting said "let me on top?"

Christian shook his head as he slowly licked down her body, and settled between her legs, his tongue lapping across her clit over and over as quickly as he could move it while his fingers plunged in and out of her. He smirked as her back arched and she screamed his name. He plunged his tongue inside of her slowly, thrusting it in and out, lapping up the warmth and the sweet wetness greedily.

"Mmmm, you taste so sweet, N." he muttered as he looked up at her and winked before coming up, sucking her neck and mumbling, "Noone else is getting this. Ever."

Nalia groaned as she rubbed her bare chest against him then ripped the lace up pirate shirt he wore open, kissing and slowly sucking on his chest, leaving little bite marks as sh worked her way down to the jeans he wore, unzipping them in a hurry.

She slid his length into her mouth and moved her tongue over it and swirled it around the tip slowly. Christian growled and ran his fingers through her long soft hair as he bucked into her mouth, panting, licking his lips as she took his cock into her mouth as deeply as she possibly could.

"Oh god, N.." he grunted as he suddenly had enough about the same time as she had. He positioned himself and pinned her hands down, as he parted her legs and slid his cock inside slowly, growling as he realized her walls clung to him perfectly and she was so soaked it was almost impossible to stay in.

"Oh fuck.." Nalia muttered as she thrust her hips against him, pouting, begging finally so he'd start fucking her. "Now, Christian, please?" she begged before getting a smirk on her face, wrapping her legs around his waist and thrusting him inside of her as deeply as he could get.

Christian groaned and began to slam into her, his hands gripping her thighs, breasts and ass, roaming all over her body as his lips and tongue marked her almost everywhere there was a free area to be marked. "Oh fuck.. Oh N." he muttered as Nalia begged, "Faster, Christian. Make me cum."

Christian smirked as he slammed into her faster, knowing the car was probably rocking side to side right now, knowing they could be caught by anyone walking into the club who got curious and walked over, but not caring. Hell no, it turned him on, if anything.

"We could get caught, N." he muttered as Nalia cried out, "Christian, don't stop. Oh god I'm so damn close. Oh yes. Baby, yes."

He felt her walls clamp around his cock and he began to slam into her even faster as he panted for breath and growled. He leaned down and sucked on her nipples as he muttered, "That costume is fucking sexy."

"So is yours." Nalia panted as she matched his pace and gripped his ass with her hands, driving him even deeper inisde of her now.

Christian growled and shuddering, he realized she was cumming hard and all over his cock, coating it with her release. Now he wanted to do the same, so he quickly flipped her and gripping her breasts took a position behind her, kneeling, thrusting into her heat again, slamming against her, growling as his own release grew even closer, and he felt her cumming yet again.

"Oh god... I'm going to be addicted to this." he muttered against her ear as she giggled and said "Oh god.. Oh Christian.. Oh yes.. Cum for me, babe. I wanna feel you."

Christian bit his lip and panting as his thrusts reached a fever pitch and he gripped her breast squeezing it, he felt his cock pulsing, felt her walls clinging, milking him of every last bit of his release. He fell to the seat beside her, and as best as he could, he held her close to him, kissing her. "Mmmm. Nalia." he muttered as he held her gaze.

Nalia smiled and then said "I've wanted to do that for a really, really long time with you."

Christian smirked as he said " Best Halloween ever."

Moral of the story: If you want someone show them, don't tell them. ;)