A/N: So I probably won't be able to update this Friday because I work retail and this is Hell Week. Hopefully by next weekend, I'll be able to have a day off alone to spend writing smut with a glass of wine. I'll try to do what I can and hopefully get another update in by the end of the weekend.

Part Five: Mr. Ambrose Goes to School

I couldn't help but stare at the message on my phone. We have some shows in your area this week. Wanna meet up? My obvious answer was yes, but I felt like if I had responded too quickly and eagerly, I would sound desperate and clingy and he might become reluctant about seeing me again. I was planning to wait until later that night to reply. I was so wrapped up in my phone that I hadn't noticed the huge dopey grin on my face until David pointed it out.

"Hey El, you've been staring at your phone for nearly ten minutes. I feel like I'm doing all the work here! What's up?"

I bit my cell and arched my eyebrow ever so slightly. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"And that means that it has something to do with that Ambrose guy. I should have known." He smirked as I did a little dance and threw a towel at me. "Stop gawking and start cleaning, missy! Don't make me come over there and spank you."

I raised my eyebrows at his bold comment. "You'd probably like that too much. Plus, Larry would be pissed that you didn't wait for him to get here first so he could watch." I grabbed the towel and slipped the phone back into my pocket. "Besides, if I'm lucky, I might be getting some of that soon from him." David rolled his eyes at me as I danced away to start prettying up the bar before the evening rush.

The bar was packed that night, being a Friday and all. When I finally got a free moment, I sent Jon a text answering his question. Well I'm still single, so you bet your cute ass I want to meet up. I grinned wickedly to myself and put the phone away. I returned to mixing drinks, but Larry noticed my obvious excitement.

"I know that face. I've seen that face many times in my life and I've had that face even more. That's the grin of someone who is anticipating sex. Feeling lustful there, sweetheart?"

"You got me, Larry. That wrestling show is coming back around here in a few days. You can't expect me to hide the fact that I'm excited, and it's not for the wrestling. It's been almost six months and I haven't been with anyone else other than myself. I can't wait to jump that son of a bitch."

"Dear, don't be cruel by putting that image in my head."

"I assumed it was already there, right alongside all the other dirty images you've filed away over the years."

"Mmm, true. Anyway, why is it that you haven't had your way with other lads since then? If you don't mind my prying, that is."

I let out a deep sigh as I passed him another beer. "I guess no one has felt right. I haven't gone on many dates, so I haven't had many opportunities. I tried one of those speed dating deals, but no one piqued my interest and I didn't go there just to collect some numbers for some random sex. What happened six months ago was very unusual for me. The random sex thing, I mean. In college I let my mouth wander a bit at one point, but full on intercourse was reserved for relationships, like I was trying to keep it sacred. I think deep down, I kinda want to continue to keep it that way."

"Except for him, though, right?" David chimed in to the conversation.

I blushed slightly, knowing that he was right. "Well Dave, when the sex is that good, I suppose a girl can't really help it."

"That good, eh?" he asked.

"Well, I'm pretty sure he's had a lot of practice over the years." I laughed lightly at my comment, but in the back of my head, I wished I was wrong. That girlish part of me fantasized that he was just naturally talented in bed and he had saved himself for me. I quickly brushed that thought aside, as it was downright absurd. "But on Monday night I should have him all to myself." That wicked grin returned to my lips.

"You're one greedy bitch, you know that?" David said over his shoulder as he cashed out a customer's tab.

"Tch, you're just jealous," I winked.

The bar continued to buzz throughout the night, but eventually things began to wind down to a comfortable pace. I checked my phone again when I had a free moment and saw that Jon had sent me another message. Cool. The boys and I will be coming to your bar Monday night, like last time. See you there? I didn't wait to respond this time. Yup, sounds like a plan. I still couldn't contain my high school crush-like giddiness.

My mind started to wander, thinking about being with him again. The hairs on the back of my neck bristled and I shuddered.

"Thinking about the man again?" asked Larry.

"Guilty," I replied. I put two fingers against my lips and was silent for a moment. "I'm wondering if I should do something special for it."

"What do you mean?" asked David. "Like whether or not you should cover the bed sheets with rose petals and put on some Al Green?"

I laughed and shook my head. "Nah, if I dared try anything romantic and sensual like that, I'm pretty sure I'd never see him again."

"Are you thinking about getting some sexy new lingerie?"

"Something like that, but I'm not sure. I doubt there's anything new I could show him, but I feel like I want to try to stand out from the other chicks he bangs while he's on tour. We've kept in touch, so I'm assuming that he considers me a friend of sorts or at least a casual acquaintance and not just a fuck toy. Unless, of course, he occasionally texts all of his bitches. I can't say that I know him well enough yet to confirm that one."

"Would it bother you if he did?" Larry questioned.

"I don't know. I want to say I wouldn't be bothered by it because it's not like we're in a relationship or anything, but I think I would be disappointed. I think anyone would be, at least a little bit."

"That's understandable. So tell me more about this lingerie you're considering." Larry wagged his eyebrows at me.

"I think I have to cut you off, Larry. Go home, you're drunk," I smiled.

David slid up next to me and leaned against the bar with his arms crossed. "You heard the man, El. Spill."

I raised an eyebrow. "You know a lady…" I started to say before David interrupted me.

"Yeah, uh-huh, you know what my response to that will be and then you'll tell us anyway. So spill."

I felt my face flush a bit at Dave's insistence. "I was thinking of maybe wearing a costume of some sort, but I can't figure out which to buy."

"Go schoolgirl. Dirty old perverts love the schoolgirl look. And make sure you put your hair into twin braids," Larry suggested.

"He's not an old pervert like you, buddy. I'm pretty sure he's just a young pervert. I don't know, the schoolgirl look always weirded me out. I'm a grown ass woman, not a little girl."

"What about the sexy nurse thing? If it'll be after the wrestling show, you can pretend that you're tending to him, helping his sore spots feel better. And by sore spots, I mean his penis," David mentioned.

"I do want to tend to that. You may have something there, Dave." I kissed him politely on the cheek. "I'm gonna think about that one."

A little while later, a small group of professionals entered the bar, looking awfully out of place, but confident that they were where they wanted to be. They all sat down at a table while one of the women came towards the bar to order for the group. She was wearing a black pencil skirt that gently hugged her legs and ended right above her knees. Her clean white button up shirt was opened a little lower than a respectable female professional should probably have it and you could see that she was wearing a black bra underneath the thin fabric. Her hair was pulled up into a tight bun and she also had on a pair of gold rimmed glasses. She looked amazing and way too beautiful for our scummy little bar. After she had made the order, she turned back to her group, a slight wiggle in her hips as she walked away.

The three of us stared, watching her move gracefully in her black heels. "That's fucking hot," we said in unison. David and Larry turned to look at me, apparently surprised at my reaction. I just shrugged. I don't see why I should discriminate when it comes to what I find attractive in people. I just like what I like, you know?

"You know what boys? I think I've decided what I'm going to wear Monday night. I have some shopping to do in the morning."

I had finagled my schedule around so that I worked the early shift at the bar on Monday. I felt that if I was working when the wrestling boys came in, I might not be able to contain my excitement and I'd end up making a fool of myself, possibly mounting him right there in front of everyone. I'd much rather sweat out my anticipation alone in my room. I had asked David to shoot me a text when they showed up downstairs. I had given him the key to my apartment and told him to pass it to Ambrose, as I had called him to Dave, and discreetly tell him that he was to meet me upstairs at his convenience.

I was nervous, far more nervous than I should be. I had done some pretty intense things with this guy and through our brief text conversations, I had become comfortable speaking with him, but I think the fact that I hadn't seen him in person for so long was the cause for my anxiety. Maybe it was the fact that I had already masturbated twice that day thinking about that night.

The day before, I had gone to the mall and purchased a whole new outfit, specifically for this occasion. I had chosen a look very similar to the professional customer from a few nights back. I wore a grey pencil skirt that was shorter than hers had been. The hem reached the middle of my thighs, but perhaps that was because I was on the taller side. I had unbuttoned enough of the long sleeved white dress shirt I was wearing so that just a hint of my black lace bra was peeking out. Some nude colored nylons covered my legs and an old pair of black heels I hadn't worn in ages fit snuggly on my feet. My hair was pulled back into a small bun and I bought a pair of cheap novelty glasses and a wooden ruler to round out the look I was going for: snobby school teacher. I might've shot down Larry's schoolgirl suggestion, but I had decided to still play with that theme.

I paced around the room, constantly looking at the clock on my phone. When my phone finally vibrated, I jumped with a start, almost dropping it on the floor. The bird is in the nest. I rolled my eyes and typed my reply. You're a dumbass. But thank you for doing this for me. I smiled to myself. He might piss me off once in a while, but Dave was a good guy and now I kind of felt grateful that he had overstepped his boundaries six months ago by trying to be my secret wingman that night. No problem, El. Have fun. And take pics if you can. ;) Laughing, I responded with a You wish and put my phone down on the nightstand.

I pulled my desk chair out and placed it near the bed but in the door's line of sight. I sat down, legs crossed, palming the wooden ruler in my hand. He could arrive any minute now, or he could take his sweet time and show up in two hours. I found this uncertainty oddly arousing. I sat in my dark silent room, waiting, the anticipation eating away at me.

I was finally beginning to relax when I suddenly heard two feet approaching and keys jingling, almost teasingly. My mouth became dry as I heard the key slip into the doorknob, unlocking it. The door slowly opened, letting the light from the hallway spill onto me. I narrowed my eyes slightly as they became adjusted. I tapped the ruler onto my knee, staring at his tall silhouette standing in my doorway. "You're tardy, Mr. Ambrose."

He stepped into the room and shut the door. I could hear him fumbling for the light switch and eventually he found it. The soft light filled the room and we finally got a good look at each other. He was wearing a pair of worn jeans and a t-shirt that looked like he must've grabbed it at a thrift store. I liked how low key he was. It was honestly one of the things that attracted me to him. I especially liked how it enhanced the dynamic that I was going for at the moment. He looked like he was dragged out of bed and forced to go to school when he'd rather sit at home playing video games. I grinned at the thought.

He stood there for a brief moment, looking me up and down as I sat there, still tapping the ruler on my knee. He opened his mouth as if he was about to speak, but hesitated. His face contorted into a confused yet amused look.

"Yes, Mr. Ambrose? If you have something to say, please speak up," I politely spoke, encouraging him to say whatever was on his mind.

"What the fuck are you wearing?"

"I don't like the tone of your voice, young man," I said as I slowly stood up. The heels I wore brought me slightly closer to his full height. I took slow, careful steps towards him, my arms crossed, my lips pursed, and a look of disapproval on my face. "I don't think that's how you talk to your teacher, now is it?"

He chuckled to himself. "Oh? Is that the game we're playing this evening? I didn't get the memo and Van Halen wasn't playing 'Hot for Teacher' outside your apartment."

I grabbed the neckline of his tee and pulled him down a little so that his face was in front of mine. "Don't be fresh with me, young man." I stared into those milky green eyes and held my stance. It was awfully difficult to maintain this character I was playing when I really just wanted to shove my mouth into his, as crude as that sounded. However, I had been mulling around some ideas in my head ever since I bought the outfit and I was determined to play them out that evening.

He had a dopey grin on his face as I stared him down, still finding my little sex game humorous. "Is this an attempt at revenge from the last time we hooked up because if I remember correctly, you loved being my submissive slut and you came pretty fucking hard." I continued to stare into those gorgeous eyes, focusing on trying to get him to play along and stop joking around. After a moment, his smiled faded and his expression became quite boyish and innocent. "Okay, Miss Lana. I'll be a good boy."

"Mm, now that's more like it," I said as I released his collar from my grip. I turned around and returned to the chair, sitting back down and crossing my legs again. I felt strong and sexually confident like this, which was something that I hadn't felt in a long time, if ever. Perhaps I should have added roleplay to my sex life earlier if this was how good it would make me feel. I ran the wooden ruler along the palm of my hand before I slowly wrapped my fingers around it. I continued to push and pull the ruler through my fingers as I let my eyes wander from his feet to his head. "Take your shoes off, boy. I don't like a mess in my classroom."

He let out a breathy "heh" and lifted his foot up to pull off his shoe.

"Wrong," I said, stopping him. "Turn around and bend over to untie your shoelaces. Properly remove your sneakers, Mr. Ambrose." He raised his eyebrows at me, but obeyed me anyway. "Slowly," I instructed. He leisurely bent over until his hands reached his shoes, untied them and pulled them off. I leaned back slightly in my seat, admiring how his jeans clung to him. It made me want to bite his ass like it was an apple. He neatly placed his sneakers to the side before he slowly stood back up, looking over at me all the while. I smiled coyly at him as he turned back around to face me. "Very good. Maybe later I'll give you a gold star." I could see the laughter in his eyes, so I knew that he was at least having fun humoring me, which was a relief. I had been worried that he would think this whole thing was stupid and just make fun of me all night.

"Come here." I crooked a finger towards him and he walked over to me with a little bit of swagger in his step. Asshole. It was obvious that he was well aware of the effect that cocky stride had on women, myself included. I felt myself starting to get aroused. I stood up and was almost face to face with him. "Turn." He faced away from me again and I slipped my hands under the hem of his shirt. Slowly creeping my fingers upwards, taking the shirt with them, I felt the warmth of his skin again and sighed. Whatever this was between us, casual sex, friends with benefits, what have you, I had missed it and had been pining for it for six months and now it was literally within my grasp. I gently scratched my nails up the side of his body and then slid my hands around to his chest. My fingertips found his nipples and lightly rubbed small circles around them. I sunk my teeth into his shoulder through the fabric and quickly pinched his nipples hard.

"Ahh, what the hell was that for?" he asked sharply.

"Who do you think you're talking to, boy?" I replied. I brought my hands up further and pulled his shirt off of him. "Take it like a man." I bit back into his shoulder now that it was bare and I could finally taste him again. I let a hand roam down his torso and stop on his groin, rubbing it through his jeans. I could feel him tight and hard under my hand. "Besides, it feels like you kinda like it, whether you want to admit to it or not."

I brought my other hand down and undid his belt buckle and the button of his jeans. After pulling down the zipper, I slipped my fingers under the top of his jeans and realized that he wasn't wearing any boxers again. I yanked down his jeans to the floor and paced around him once, eyeing his naked body. "Tsk tsk, Mr. Ambrose. Not wearing any underwear to school? That's a dress code violation, young man." I stopped behind him again, spit in my hand, and smacked his bare ass as hard as I could.

He yelped, which caught me by surprise. I would think that a tough pro wrestler wouldn't be affected by little butt slapping, but maybe it was because he hadn't expected it. I tried to suppress a giggle.

"Motherfucker…" he mumbled under his breath.

"Excuse me? You're going to talk to me like that? Get on the bed, right now."

He shrugged his shoulders and moved over to the bed. There was a hint of a wiggle in his hips and I bit my finger as I watched his bare ass walk away from me. For tonight, all of that way mine. I still couldn't believe how I somehow ended up in this situation. He lied down on his back and waited as I knelt down and pulled my toy box from under the bed. I opened the box and pulled out a pair of novelty handcuffs I had received as a gift at my bachelorette party. Not the stupid fuzzy leopard print ones, but a pair of silver metal ones from a costume store so that they hurt just a little if you put them on too tightly. I only knew this because we had used them a few times early in our marriage. I had kept them, but was never sure if I would have a reason to use them again, until now. A wicked grin crossed my face.

I stood up again and pushed the box back under the bed with my foot. I climbed onto the bed and straddled him, my soft cotton skirt rubbing against his hard cock. Wicked grin still intact, I grabbed one of his wrists and snapped a cuff around it, then grabbed his other wrist, looped the cuffs around a post on my headboard, and snapped on the other cuff. Right then I was very grateful to have such a headboard. I dangled the key in front of his nose and then tucked it into my bra.

"Okay this has been fun, but I think it's my turn now," he said with an arrogant look in his eyes. I reared back my hand and smacked him hard across the face. I leaned forward so that my lips were almost touching his.

"You will do whatever I fucking tell you to, got it?"

His eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed with a little bit of danger behind them. "When I get out of these, you are so gonna fucking get it."

"Tch, that's if I let you out. Right now, you're mine, bitch, and I'm going to use you as I see fit." I smacked him in his face again. He stared at me, his mouth agape. I nodded at him with wide crazy eyes to try to prove that I was dead serious.

I rubbed my hands up and down his chest. This was the first time I got a real good feel of him. Even during the first two nights we spent together, I didn't really touch him. The first night I was too spellbound by the whole scenario and the second night, well, my hands were a bit preoccupied.

I fell out of character for a moment since I had a ridiculously large grin on my face as my fingers went exploring. I felt like a child in a toy store. My excitement must have amused him because he started to laugh at me. I quickly leaned down and kissed him to make him shut up. I bit his bottom lip and ran my fingers through his soft hair. Pulling my head back, I looked him in the eyes and smirked. "Don't get cocky now, but I really missed this. And you too, I guess," I said, sticking my tongue out jokingly.

"Yeah I get that a lot," he said through his own smirk. I rolled my eyes, but it was half-hearted. I suppose his confidence was one of the things that ended up drawing me to him. Don't get me wrong, though, it also pissed me off at the same time. I shoved two fingers into his mouth and he ran his tongue over them, flicking and teasing the tips. I bit my lip and withdrew my fingers. "Hurry up, I want my dick to be inside of you." I couldn't argue with the man.

I got back up off of the bed and bent down to go into the toy box again. I came back up with a condom in my hand. I had planned ahead and bought a small pack when I bought the outfit. I tore it open, positioned it on the head of his erect cock and used my mouth to roll it on. He quietly groaned as the warmth of my mouth engulfed him for a moment.

"Hey!" I snapped. "Who said you could enjoy this, Mr. Ambrose? I heard that you've been a naughty boy and naughty boys do not get a reward!"

I reached down between my legs and using one of my fingers nails, torn a run in my nylons. I pulled at the run to create an opening so that I could fuck him while keeping my clothes on. Being fully clothed while he was naked under me felt oddly empowering and I was letting the power get to my head. I lifted my skirt up and pressed my bare pussy against his cock. I leaned my face down to his neck and started to lick and nip at the sensitive skin, my hands gripping the sheets on either side of him. I began to rock my hips so that his cock was rubbing between my lips and my increasing wetness covered him.

I brought one of my hands back and grabbed his erection, lining it up with my entrance, and I slowly lowered myself down onto him, feeling him fill me as I went. I slowly began to move up and down, gently rolling my hips as I did so that his cock hit all the right places. I started to moan and I sped up my pace a bit. I took off the fake glasses and threw them to the ground, then fumbled with my bun until my hair spilled out around my neck. I stared at him with wild eyes and he stared back at me, a smile across his face.

Thrusting myself downward faster now, I placed two fingers on my clit and began to gently rub it. The familiar warm sensation of a growing orgasm filled between my legs. I closed my eyes and let my head roll back. I was getting very close to finishing when I felt Jon start to thrust up into me. My eyes shot open and I snapped my head back up. I planted myself firmly down on his pelvis, leaned forward and smacked him for a third time. "I didn't say that you could thrust. Just lie there and let teacher show you how to get a woman off."

"Bitch, I already know how to do that," he muttered. I pulled my hand back again to slap him and I caught him wincing. I put my hand down from its slapping position and instead chose to place a finger on his nose.

"You're not allowed to call me bitch when I am on top of you, got it?" He nodded with a smirk and I gently tapped his cheek.

I returned to grinding on him, my pace close to how fast I had been moving before the interruption. Very soon I felt close again, orgasmic tension building between my legs. I held my breath as I came, partly to add a new sensation to the orgasm and partly so that I wouldn't be too loud. It felt great.

I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. "Well, that was fantastic." I smiled down at him, his hard cock still deep inside of me.

He wriggled under me. "So now I'm gonna get mine, right Miss Lana?" He batted his eyelashes jokingly in an attempt to look innocent.

I lifted up my hips, his damp cock falling against his stomach, and climbed off the bed. "Nah, I don't think you deserve to get off tonight. I could use a drink though, so I think I'm gonna head down to the bar." He eyed me with his eyebrows raised, as if I were joking. "You can stay here while I'm gone and maybe if you're a good, patient boy, I'll give you a blowjob or something when I come back." I grabbed a coat to cover myself up, grabbed my keys, locked the door and left.

Yeah that's right, you're gonna just have to wait it out, like Jon. It's only fair, right? And BrodieBlue, I saw how blue his damn eyes looked in that online promo last night, so go ahead and gloat. I blame it on the lighting. =P

Also, I have to mention that although my depraved fangirl heart will always be sacrificed to Ambrose, Reigns looked GOOD at SS last night. Holy crap.