Part Six: Mr. Ambrose's Revenge

I pulled the collar of my coat up high around my neck to try to conceal my face a bit as I walked into the bar. The wrestling boys were all still there, of course, as they closed down the bar every time they were in town. I wasn't sure if any of them would remember my face, but I didn't want to risk Jon's teammates seeing me and possibly questioning me or harassing me. Particularly because I definitely had that 'just had sex' look.

I sat down on a stool in front of Dave and thanked him for helping me out. "Mission accomplished," I said.

He laughed at me with a slightly confused face. "Are you sure? Why are you down here then? And where's Ambrose?" he asked.

"He's currently preoccupied with being cuffed to my headboard," I said with a sly grin.

"Damn, really? What did you do to that poor guy? You must've really enjoyed yourself. Your face is still flushed and your hair is a mess." My only response was laughter.

I ordered a rum and coke and told him to add a bottle of beer to my tab. I figured after all the face smacking I did to Jon, I might as well bring him a beer to smooth things over, just in case he was actually upset about it. I had let this whole roleplay thing get a little out of hand. I hadn't intended to hit him when I was fantasizing about tonight, but clearly I really got into the whole domination thing more than I had expected.

David passed me my drink and I took a long sip. My mouth was still dry from earlier, so the cool liquid felt great. I put the glass down and started to swirl the ice around with my finger. My mind was distracted with what I had just left and was still waiting for me upstairs. Even with my head down, I couldn't hide the big goofy grin on my face. Dave just leaned against the bar and chuckled at me.

A moment later, a man came up next to me at the bar and made an order. "Six Boston Lagers, please," he asked politely. I glanced to my side and noticed that it was one of the wrestler guys. I looked back down at my drink and snickered. "I'm sorry, is there something funny?" I slowly looked back up at him, this time looking into his eyes. They were big and brown and even though his question had a little bit of attitude behind it, I sensed that he was a warm person.

"No, I'm sorry, it's just that I've seen you on TV lately, so it feels bizarre to see you ordering beers in public. I'm just a little bit of a fangirl. The laugh was innocent, I swear."

"Okay then, you're off the hook." David placed six beers down on a tray in front of the man. "Thank you." He looked back down at me and cocked his head to the side. "You know, this might sound strange, but you look very familiar and it's bugging me."

I smiled and shrugged. "I work here, so you might vaguely remember me from the last time you guys were down here."

"Yes! That's it. You know, now that I think about it…I don't mean to be rude, but you were a bit of a cunt the last time we were here."

I glared at him briefly, but then my eyes softened and I sighed. "Yeah, I guess I was. I'd like to think I'm better now, in general." I reached my hand out to shake his. "Hi, I'm Lana."

"Hello, Lana. You can call me Seth," he responded, taking my hand in his.

"Well I knew that one already, but thank you for letting me know officially." We smiled at each other as a big brown arm wrapped around Seth's shoulder.

"Hey man, what's taking so long? I'm a growing boy and I'm thirsty!" The man looked down at me. "Who's this?"

"This is Lana. One of the bartenders from the last time we were in this town. The super bitchy one," answered Seth.

The large man laughed. "I remember her. I thought it was funny how pissed off she had been. Hi, I'm Roman." He extended his bear sized hand to me and I shook it. My hand felt completely lost inside of his.

I nodded my head. "I know who you are. I've been watching wrestling again recently. You guys are some of my favorites." I blushed a bit, still a bit flabbergasted that I was being so casual with these guys who I idolized.

"Well thank you, miss, we never get tired of hearing that," said Roman, finally releasing my hand from his grip.

Seth had been staring at me while I was talking to Roman. He looked deep in thought. He then turned to his friend and asked him, "Didn't Dean ditch us that night to go hook up with some chick?"

"I think he did, Seth. I think she was a bartender, too." He smiled at me as he noticed that my face was now beet red.

"And didn't he ditch us again tonight to go up to this chick's apartment?" asked Seth.

"I think you're right. I guess we'll have to hear all about his weird sex adventures tomorrow then, whether we want to hear them or not." He laughed with a bit of a twinkle in his eyes. It felt like they had been mocking me, which they were, but at least they were also poking some fun at Jon, too.

I cleared my throat and left some cash on the bar to pay off my tab. I gulped down the rest of my drink and slammed the glass down a little rougher than I had intended. "Well, it's getting late. I think I'm gonna go hit the hay." I grabbed the beer I had bought for Jon and said goodnight to David before I left.

"Yeah, go hit that hay," said Roman, barely able to contain his laughter.

"He left us a boy, you'd better make sure he comes back a man," called out Seth.

I turned around to face them when I reached the door. I smiled, took a bow, and then flipped them off as I exited.

I unlocked the door and noticed that the lights were off. Had I turned them off before I left? I couldn't quite remember. Regardless, I decided to keep them off for the time being. I moved over to the bed slowly as my eyes began to get used to the dark. "Mr. Ambrose, I brought you something for being such a good boy." I tapped my fingernail on the bottle so that he could hear it. There was no response. "Are you going to say anything, young man? You know the magic words." I looked at the bed now that my eyes had adjusted and saw that he wasn't there and neither were the handcuffs. "How?" I muttered. "Jon?" I said softly as I looked around the room. I was feeling uncomfortable and honestly a little scared as I waited for some response or at least the sound of him breathing. He couldn't have left because I locked the door, right? Unless he went out the window and down the fire escape? I put the beer down on the nightstand and scurried over to the window. I saw that it was still locked on the inside. He had to still be in here with me. I slowly backed up, the hairs on my arms standing up like I was in a slasher flick. I called out his name once more.

Suddenly a hand covered my mouth, muffling my scream. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling my tight against his body. My hands flailed behind me and I felt that he was still naked and still very hard. My fear melted into arousal. It really is true that terror can make people horny; I just never thought that I'd be one of those people. He removed his hand from my mouth once I calmed down and brought something up to my throat. I put my hand on it and felt that it was the wooden ruler from earlier. He dug the side of it into my neck just enough for it to hurt a little.

"You do realize that I fucking hated my teachers, right?" he whispered.

I tilted my head back and to the side so that I could look at him. "How did you get out?"

"You forgot that toy cuffs like that always have a safety release. Or maybe…" He dragged the ruler across my neck while his other hand crept up my torso and cupped a breast. "Maybe you did that on purpose because you wanted me to take you like this. Hmm?"

I honestly wasn't sure. It had been so long since I had used those cuffs that I had forgotten about the release, but I did love when he manhandled me like this. "I suppose it's a little of both," I replied, grinning in the dark.

"Oh really? So you like it when I do this?" His mouth wandered down to my ear as he pressed the ruler harder into my neck. He slowly ran his tongue down the edge of my ear and then bit the lobe. I let out a moan at the feeling of his teeth grinding into my skin. "I take that as a yes," he breathed, sending a shiver down my spine and straight between my legs. He took his hand off of my breast and used it to pull my head to the side, exposing the sensitive flesh of my neck. He brushed his lips and grazed his teeth against that skin and he continued to pull moans out of me.

After a moment, he stopped abruptly and spun me around. He pressed the ruler back into my throat and guided me back towards my bed. "You know, Miss Lana, I'm pretty sure it's illegal to sleep with your students, right?" I just laughed in response. "I don't think you realize the seriousness of this situation. You have been a very bad girl and you need to be punished immediately."

"Oh, I do? I need it?"

He ran a hand up my leg, slipping up under my skirt, and settling between my legs. His long fingers stroked lazily along my slit, getting covered in my fluids. He brought that hand up to my mouth and ran a wet finger across my lips. "Yeah, I think you need it. Now take off that skirt and put your elbows down on the bed. You got to see me bend over earlier, now it's my turn to see you."

I unzipped and slipped off my skirt, kicking it to the side. I was about to take off my nylons too before he grabbed my hands. "Don't. Leave those on." I bent over the side of the bed and placed my elbows down onto the sheets like he had said. My ass felt cold and exposed and I was curious as to what he had planned. He stared at me for a few seconds, thinking. He then grabbed my nylons by the hole I had made between my legs and tore them open even more, leaving a large opening in the back. Now my ass was completely exposed. He raked his nails across my bare cheeks, making me squirm.

He moved around to the other side of the bed, putting himself in a position similar to my own, his face almost touching mine. A roguish grin spread across his face and I became concerned. Would anyone trust that smile? I certainly didn't! "Just consider this a lesson from me, to you." He winked and mussed up my hair. After being the one in a position of power earlier that evening, being treated like this by him made me feel like a child and I didn't like it. I growled as he stood up and moved back around the bed to stand behind me. "Feisty, are we? I kinda like that. Let's see how feisty you are after this."

I barely had any time to register what he said before he took the ruler and whipped my ass with it. It was only one hit, but it stung like a son of a bitch. "Oww, what the fuck, Jon?"

"Miss Lana, such language is not appropriate for a teacher." He smacked the ruler on me again. I gasped at the stinging pain, but I realized that I kind of enjoyed the warm sensation that was left as the blood rose to my skin. "And talking back, too. Now what kind of example is that setting for the poor innocent children?" Another crack of the ruler; another yelp from me. My breathing was heavy and my face felt as warm as my bottom did.

He moved around the bed again and got down onto my level. "I'm starting to think that you like this. Do you?" He pressed the tip of the ruler against my lips. I parted them and he pushed the length of the ruler into my mouth. "How many inches do you think you can take?" It touched the back of my throat and I started to gag. He pulled it out slightly. "Your homework for today is to work on that getting rid of that gag reflex." He smiled and rubbed his index finger on his bottom lip. He thrust the ruler in and out of my mouth a few times before he pulled it out completely and returned to his position behind me.

"So you smacked me in the face again tonight. I told you last time that no one gets away with slapping me. I guess you didn't learn your lesson, huh? You got three in and tried for a fourth, so…" He lashed my ass with the ruler four times in a row, so hard that the ruler snapped in two on the last hit. I yelled out in pain. "Man, that was a cheap ass ruler. Try getting some better quality tools for your students next time, would ya?" I couldn't help but laugh at his stupid comment, but that laugh quickly turned into a hiss and a moan when he gently rubbed his hands across my tender flesh.

He pulled me up off the bed and looked me in the eyes. "You're a pretty shitty teacher, Miss Lana."

"Well, you're a pretty shitty student, Mr. Ambrose," I replied. He cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow. "But you were being a good boy, so I brought you a beer. See?" I pointed to the beer sitting on the nightstand.

"Mm…alright then. Maybe you're not that bad of a teacher." He smacked my ass and went to grab the bottle off the table. I rubbed my backside and grumbled.

"That hurt, you bastard," I breathed, my face still flushed.

"Bitch, you were moaning earlier. I know you liked it, so don't even try to play the victim here." He popped the cap off the beer bottle and took a sip.

"Mr. Ambrose, drinking on school property?" I pivoted around, held up my hands and shrugged my shoulders. "Maybe you weren't as good as I thought you were."

His arms suddenly wrapped around my body from behind, one hand holding the bottle up to my neck, the other hand slipping between my legs. "You know just how fucking good I am," he growled into my ear. I smiled, knowing that he had taken my bait. I moaned happily as he bit my neck and rubbed his fingers over my pussy. I was enjoying myself so much that I didn't realize that he had pulled me down onto the floor until I was lying on my back with him straddling my knees.

He grabbed my nylons around my waist and pulled them off, balling them up and throwing them off into some dark corner of the room. "Those were just going to get in the way of what I want."

"And what is it that you want, Mr. Ambrose?" I asked, my eyebrow arched in a teasing fashion.

He laid his body on top of mine and slowly slid a hand up my thigh. "The same fucking thing that you want." He pressed his mouth against my own, his tongue sliding along my bottom lip. I opened my mouth and flicked the tip of my tongue against his. His hand reached the top of my leg and squeezed my ass roughly, reigniting the soreness I felt from the spanking. I gasped and dug my nails into his back, raking them up to his shoulders, and hopefully leaving some marks. I know he is leaving marks on me, and hey, fair is fair, right?'

The beer bottle was still in his other hand. He ran the bottom of it up the side of my body. The condensation felt cool against my warm skin. I grasped his free hand in mine and placed it between my legs. "I need you in here."

He slipped two of his fingers into my pussy and curled them like he was beckoning. His movements released a moan from my mouth. He clicked his tongue at me. "Miss Lana, you are soaking. You were having impure thoughts about me, weren't you? Fantasizing about a student, what a naughty teacher you are."

"You won't tell the principal on me, will you, Mr. Ambrose?"

"Only if you give me everything I want."

"And if I don't?"

"If you don't, I'll just take it from you." He brought his mouth down to a button on my shirt as he spoke and tugged on it with his teeth. "You feel awfully overdressed here. I think I need to change that." He placed his open beer on the floor and removed his fingers from inside of me. My chest heaved up and down as his hands moved up to the top of my button up shirt. It was embarrassing that something as simple as unbuttoning my shirt was making me so excited.

But he didn't unbutton my shirt. He gripped the cloth on both sides and violently yanked it apart, popping the buttons off and ruining my new shirt. I didn't give a shit, though. It was definitely worth the money loss. His hands ran over my bra as he spread the shirt open. I shuddered at his rough touch. He smiled at the reaction he was pulling out of me. He stared at me for a moment. He had that look in his eyes that he gets when he's thinking of something depraved to do. I fucking loved that look.

He grabbed his beer and took a swig. He then leaned down and kissed me, pushing the beer into my own mouth. I started choking a bit as the beer went down the wrong pipe. I hadn't expected it at all. He grabbed my hair and lifted my head up as I coughed, trying to get my breath back. He brought the mouth of the bottle to my lips and tipped it up. I opened my mouth and quickly took a sip, holding it in my mouth as well. I just had a feeling that it's what he wanted me to do. He brought his lips down to mine and slid his tongue into my mouth, swirling into the cool liquid. His free hand massaged my breast as he sucked the beer out of my mouth and swallowed.

He let go of my hair and pushed my head back to the floor with a thud. I groaned as my head hit, but didn't have time to think about the pain in the back of my head because he suddenly took his bottle of beer and poured it over my chest, soaking my black lace bra in the process. I shrieked from the shock of the liquid coating my front. He leaned down to bury his face in my chest, licking and sucking the alcohol from my skin. He rubbed his hands up and down my torso, spreading the liquid onto my stomach. They moved up to my bra and quickly unhooked the front latch. He must've noticed that I was wearing a frontsy earlier. He pushed the cups aside, releasing my tits from their padded cell. The addition of small bites into my skin caused my moans to become louder and more frequent. He was working frantically, making sure that as few drops of beer as possible were wasted.

I closed my fist in his hair, tugging it ever so slightly. Not enough to pull his mouth away, I'm not insane, but enough to hopefully encourage him to get a little rougher. It apparently worked since he started to bite harder and pulled on my nipples with his teeth. I arched my upper back, pushing my chest further towards him.

He pushed my legs up so that the heels of my shoes were digging into his lower back. I was eagerly waiting for the sound of a condom opening. Where he would've got it from, I'm not sure. This man works in mysterious ways. I was open and exposed and waiting for something hard to slip in between my legs. I got my wish, but not at all what I was expecting.

He had taken the empty bottle and rubbed it along my slick entrance, the remnants of beer mixing with my wetness. He pressed the long neck into me and I gripped even tighter at his hair. He began to thrust the bottle in and out of my wet pussy and it was an odd sensation. Not bad, just not something that I had ever felt before. The thought of what he was doing felt so taboo to me that I couldn't help but get off on it. "Faster," I moaned, as he complied and rammed it in with a quicker pace. After a moment, he pulled the bottle out and flung it behind him, where it landed with a thud and rolled across the room.

"I can't wait any longer. I need to fuck you," he moaned as he reached under my bed for my toy box. He must have gone snooping under there while I was out and realized that I had a stash of condoms in there. He tore it open with his teeth, slipped it on, and then plunged his cock into my pussy before I could get a word in. The teasing and the waiting from earlier had clearly gotten to him as he furiously thrust into me to the point of it almost hurting. Almost, but not quite.

I lifted my hips up to change the angle of his thrusts. This caused my heels to dig deeper into his sides and he growled at me. "Did I anger the tiger, huh? What are you going to do about it, Mr. Ambrose?" The condescending tone in my voice definitely fueled him and he made me pay for it, much to my delight. My sunk his teeth into my neck and dug his fingers into my shoulder, firmly holding me down as he thrust even harder and faster. I have no clue how he did it. Probably from all the physical training he gets as a wrestler and the fact that I think he may be half god.

His teeth were sharp and his jaw was strong as his pulled on the skin of my neck and collarbone. The seductive mix of pleasure and pain made me feel lightheaded as that orgasmic tension built between my legs and burst out of me as I threw my head back and loudly moaned his name. He brought his mouth up to my ear and flicked the lobe with his tongue. "Fuck, I love the sound of you cumming." The raspy sound of his voice sent some aftershocks through my body.

I gasped, trying to catch my breath. "If you love it…so much…then why don't you…show me?" He pulled on my hair, tilting my head up toward him and I was taken by surprise when he kissed me, shoving his tongue violently into my mouth and moaning low and deep as he reached his own orgasm.

After his last few deep thrusts, he pulled out of me and got up to throw away the condom. I laid there on the floor, panting, used and feeling immensely dirty. It was freaking fantastic. He came back over and stood over me, staring down at the result of his work. That familiar arrogant smirk was plastered all over him, but I wasn't going to call him out on it. If I did, he'd smell my lie a hundred miles away. He reached his hand out and I brought mine up to grab his. He helped me up off the floor and I staggered into the bathroom to clean up.

When I came back out of the bathroom to grab a clean shirt to wear, he was sitting on my bed with his back against the headboard, cigarette glowing in his right hand. "Don't you have to get going to the next town?" I asked.

"Nah, I got some time," he replied as he leaned forward to glance at the clock on the nightstand. "Besides, I told the guys to wait for me, so they should still be downstairs. I figure your friend wouldn't mind."

"Yeah, he definitely enjoys himself when you guys come to town. Knowing him, he probably closed up, but let them stay a little longer so he can listen to their stories." I crawled onto my bed and lied down on my back next to him.

"Weren't you on your back enough tonight?"

"Fuck you, asshole," I said through laughter. He smiled as he exhaled the smoke. I pulled the covers up over me and took a risk by resting my head against his thigh. He looked down at me for a moment and it felt like he was silently debating about whether or not he should let this mild act of intimacy slide. He raised his head and took a drag on his cigarette. I felt his free hand rest on my shoulder, accepting my variation of post-coital cuddling. It felt odd, but it was very comforting.

"Hey," he spoke up, startling me from my half-asleep stupor. I looked up at him with hazy eyes; he looked down at me with ones that were wide awake. "If you have tomorrow night off, it would be a bit of a drive, but we have a show about 4 hours west of here. If you want, you could hang out with us after the show."

"I'm not going to get in the way of your other lady friends, am I? I don't want to shoo away all of the bees from your honey."

"Nah, don't sweat that. I'll be fine, trust me." He sent a wink down my way. "I kinda like being around you and I think you'd get along with the guys, so, you know, it might be cool. It's up to you."

I reached my hand up and lazily tapped his face. "Do you really think I'm going to pass up an invitation to eat and drink with a bunch of hot guys? Not in your fucking life." I paused for a beat and then grinned wickedly, adding, "Tiger."

He looked at me with a look that said seriously? but then smiled and stuck his tongue out. "Well alright then. I can text you where to meet us. Wear something slutty." I snorted in response to his request and shut my eyes, letting relaxation take over me.

I woke up in a dream-like state a while later. I didn't say anything or move, but I was vaguely aware of my surroundings. Jon was still sitting next to me. His cigarette had been put out and he was stroking my hair slowly for a moment before he groaned and carefully climbed out of bed. As he got dressed, I heard him softly mumbling to himself, "Don't get attached. Just don't, you fucking idiot. It's not worth it." He walked over to the door and opened it to leave, pausing in the doorway for a moment before stepping out and shutting the door.

I didn't remember any of it in the morning.

A/N: I still have one more shift tonight, but I love you guys so much that I managed to revise this for tonight.

Some safety tips: If you ever decide to use a bottle for sexy time purposes, don't be idiots like Jon and Lana, wash it out first. Yeast infections are bad. Also, I thought of that whole beer scene while driving, so don't be an idiot like me. Filthy Ambrose thoughts and heavy machinery don't mix well.