Part Seven: A Night Out with the Boys
"Wear something slutty, he says. I can't tell if he was joking or serious," I said aloud. I had been standing in front of my closet, staring at my clothes, trying to figure out what would count as slutty. I've never been a clotheshorse, preferring to hang around in t-shirts and jeans all day. I had a few special occasion outfits, but it's not like I had miniskirts that ride so high that my ass would hang out or tube tops or sweatpants that say Juicy on the back. I know we really didn't know each other that well, but in the three times we've hung out together, you'd think he'd have noticed that I dress like a slacker. Just like him.
"Fuck it, I'll just wear this stuff and he'll have to deal, the stupid asshole." I decided that I'd wear the only pair of tight fitting jeans that I owned and a clingy tank top thing that I only wore around the apartment in the summer. I figured if I wore a push up bra with it, he should be happy enough with my slut rating.
I got changed and checked my phone. I still had a bit of time before I needed to leave. Jon had texted me that afternoon with the name of the arena and told me to meet them there around midnight. I threw on a light jacket and went downstairs for my traditional harassing of the David.
"Good lord, someone is getting some serious ass tonight." David barely allowed me to walk from the door to the bar before he spoke.
"What do you mean?" I asked, blushing.
"Do you realize how you look right now?" he asked.
"Why? Is it bad? Should I go change?" I began to panic. The cool and unflappable demeanor I had upstairs had been replaced by the frantic and worried demeanor of a 14 year old girl who just sent a note to her crush asking him Do you like me? Circle yes or no. I didn't like that little bitch. She had no right to be in my head, but I apparently couldn't help myself.
David shook his head slowly while staring at me with wide eyes. I followed his line of sight down and noticed he was staring at my chest. Just like that, I felt confident again. "So it's good, right? Do you think it's slutty enough?"
David snapped out of his trance and laughed at me. "Why do you suddenly want to be slutty? You judge any slutty looking chicks that come into this bar. Hell, you even judge the ones who don't look slutty, saying that they must be sluts because they're with a guy or something. I hope you're judging yourself right now."
"I was invited to go hang out with the wrestling boys tonight after their show. It was requested that I wear something slutty."
David narrowed his eyes at me. "You don't think…they're going to gangbang you, are they?"
"What?! No! Why would you ask that? I mean…" My voice drifted off.
David eyes me suspiciously, laughing quietly. He knew where my brain was at. "You mean…what?"
"I…uh…wouldn't mind if they wanted to…"
"And there it is. You dirty whore." He winked and shook his head at me. "At least you're not locked upstairs eating ice cream and watching TV all the time. Now you're practically making amateur porn, you minx."
"Come on, I'm not that bad! Yet." I grinned and sent his wink back at him.
"Hey bartender, hurry it up! I'm getting sober over here!" We both turned to look at the patron who called out to Dave and nodded. I gave him a hug and bid him farewell.
As I walked away, he called out one last thing to me. "Drink lots of coffee on your drive! You'll need it if you want to try to keep up with those dudes!"
The drive was long, but I didn't mind. I had the radio playing to help pass the time as I sipped the coffee I ended up buying on Dave's recommendation. I definitely didn't want to fall asleep early and miss out on some fun. How lucky and bizarre was it that I was going to go hang out with the guys I watched on TV? This was nuts.
The radio helped get me revved up for the evening, but there was one problem. Every song that seemed to come on was about sex. No matter which station I changed it to. No matter which genre of music, every song was about fucking, in one way or another. Maybe it was just my pervy brain, I don't know, but I felt that it was very dangerous for me to go walking into that group of men while in this state of mind. Not because I felt that they were going to take advantage of me, but because I was afraid that I would try to take advantage of them, or if I had enough self-control, simply implode in a burst of fangirl lust.
I didn't quite know what to expect. Were there going to be any other females there? Well, that was a silly question because women flocked after these guys wherever they went. How many of the wrestlers were going to be wherever we were headed? Was it going to just be me, Jon, and his two stablemates? That didn't sound so bad. I wanted to talk with them more after their teasing the previous night and I was fairly certain that I could fake being a respectable adult around them, rather than unleashing my inner teenager. Seriously, she sucks.
My thoughts then went to what Dave had said. The Shield. Me. Gangbang. Fuck! I can't drive under these conditions! I turned off the radio and tried my damnedest to focus on getting to this arena safely. I still had about an hour to go and my brain was already steaming with naughty, wicked thoughts. I had to make sure Jon didn't know about them or I wouldn't hear the end of it tonight.
I finally pulled into the arena parking lot a few minutes after midnight. I drove around to the back, like the text had instructed me to. I wasn't sure if they would come looking for me or not, so I decided that it would be better to wait outside near the back entrance so that I didn't miss them when they came out. As I moved closer to the back entrance, I noticed a group of girls loitering off to the side in the shadows of the building. They were talking and giggling rather loudly. Dumb bitches.
I got as close as I dared to the arena doors and saw two security guards still standing post. They noticed me and I waved to them, just to be friendly. I might as well get on their good side if we might be standing out here for a while. "Hey!" one of them said to me. "You're too close. Go stand over there with the other women." He pointed over to the group of shrieking harpies.
"I'm sorry, sir, I'm just waiting for…"
"Back away, now!" Under his breath, I could hear him mumble, "Fucking groupie rats."
"No sir, I'm not a groupie, I'm here with…" The guard was ignoring me by this point. "…the Shield." I sighed, defeated. I wasn't about to go stand with those women when I could go sit in my car, but it got me thinking. Was I just as bad as them? I was sleeping with a wrestler whenever he was in my town and I honestly felt as giggly obnoxious as they were, I just was able to hide it better around strangers. I returned to my car, worrying about this thought. I hopped up onto the hood of the car and lied back instead of sitting inside. The cool night air was exactly what I needed to cool off my engines that had been so revved up on the drive and for some reason, I thought more clearly when I was in a reclined position.
I thought of Jon as a friend and I thought that he had felt the same way, but now I was starting to doubt that. I know that I wasn't the only girl he spent time with on the road, but I really had thought that I was special in some way. Was I just another rat to him? I took a deep breath and released a long sigh. It felt good.
The minutes continued to pass by without any sign of anyone leaving and I started to get worried. I couldn't have missed them, right? I mean, the guards and the annoying women were still there. Why would they be here if there was no one to wait for? I decided to trust that Jon would shoot me a text when he left and I closed my eyes for a while.
I eventually heard the large metal doors of the arena squeak open. The high pitched shrieks mixed with the sounds of heavy footsteps and wheeled luggage bags. Good, they were finally leaving. I wasn't about to try to look for them in the mass of people, since it sounded like the entire roster and crew were all leaving at the same time. I continued to lie there, waiting for my phone to vibrate any second.
"Damn, you couldn't wait till later? You wanted me to fuck you on the hood of your car right here in public?" I opened my eyes to see Jon's cocky smirk looking down at me from above. Before I could sit up, he had joined me on the hood, straddling my hips, his hands on either side of my head. He started to lean in slowly toward me, like he was waiting to see how far I would let him go with this. Thankfully he didn't get to learn that I would have let him take me here, outside, in front of his friends and coworkers because Seth called out to him, making him snap right up and jump off of the car.
"Hey man, put your dick away till later! We're starving over here! Come on and put your bags in the back!"
I slid off of the hood and got into the front seat of my car. I figured I would follow them to where they had intended to hang out this evening. I watched as the boys climbed into their car, but then Jon stopped for a brief moment and got back out. He closed the door and ran over to my car, hopping in next to me. "Hey," he said as he raised an eyebrow. That simply gesture sent a rush of butterflies through my stomach.
I followed closely behind the rental. Jon had mentioned that it wasn't very long to the restaurant, maybe about ten minutes. A few minutes into the drive, Jon leaned over and started to kiss my neck. I moaned softly, forcing myself to keep my eyes open and my brain focused on the road. "Please don't. Not while I'm driving," I said quietly. My heart wasn't fully behind those words.
He pulled his mouth away from my neck to whisper into my ear. "You know how difficult it was to not get a hard on while I was wrestling tonight? All I could think of was what I got to do to you yesterday…" He paused to slowly trail his tongue up the edge of my ear. "…and what I get to do to you tonight." I felt that familiar warm sensation of arousal rise between my legs, but I still had something on my mind from before. He continued to nip at my neck when I decided to pull over to the side of the road and ask the question that had been burning inside of me.
"Am I a rat?" I asked, putting the car in park while the engine kept running.
He snapped his head back quickly, a look of curiosity covering his face. "That's what you say why I'm making my move on you?" I quickly glanced over at him to try to convey the seriousness of my question. "Why are you asking? Why now?"
"Well, when I arrived at the arena I was going to go wait near the door. Not at the door, just near it, and the guards yelled at me and told me to go stand with the group of women hovering on the side. Then one of them said 'fucking groupie rats' under his breath and it made me start to wonder if I was one. They clearly assumed I was."
He leaned back in the passenger seat and sighed. "Look. That term is sometimes thrown around more often than it should be. There are lots of wrestling groupies, so it's warranted, but many times people will label the wife or girlfriend of a wrestler a rat just because they're jealous, whether the chick is one or not."
"So where does that leave me? I'm not a girlfriend or a wife. I'm a chick who fucks a wrestler."
"Did you get trained as a wrestler just to get closer to the guys? Do you linger around the arenas or hotels we're staying at in order to try to get one of us to sleep with you? Did you not fucking hate my guts the night you met me, partly because I was a wrestler?"
I gave a halfhearted smile. "No. I guess not." I paused. "So what am I?"
Jon turned his head and looked out the window. "Do you really need to put a label on it?"
"Not really, I suppose. I guess my judging nature and pretentiousness wants me to feel like I stand out from the other women you sleep with on the road. Like I'm not just Skank #23 on some ranked Skank List." That last comment elicited a laugh from him. "I've been considering myself a friend with benefits kind of thing since I really did enjoy chatting with you over the past few months."
He was silent for a time before he spoke up again. "Yeah, that sounds about right." He looked at me and smiled. I reciprocated and nodded my head.
I put the car back in drive and Jon helped guide me the rest of the way there. I pulled into a Korean barbeque restaurant and parked. I've never eaten at one before, but Jon insisted that it was delicious.
We entered the restaurant and it was already filled with a good amount of the roster and crew, as well as the normal late crowd. It was quite the madhouse in there. I hope they leave a good tip for the entire restaurant crew! Seth and Roman waved at us from a dimly lit booth in the corner. I sat down and ended up sandwiched between Jon and Seth. A girl could get used to this.
"Hey guys, this is Lana. Lana, this is Seth and Roman," Jon explained, trying to be polite.
"Hello gentleman, it's a pleasure. How long has it been?" I said with a little bit of sarcasm, extending my hand forward to shake theirs.
"Hello, Miss Lana. It's been far too long. We see you made good on your promise of making him a man," Seth said as he, Roman, and I all laughed, leaving Jon out of the joke.
"Wait, what? How do you guys know each other?"
"We chatted with her a bit at the bar last night. We had a great time making fun of you," replied Roman, smiling.
"Ha ha ha, well if you're all such good friends now, why don't you tell them what you texted me months ago. You remember, your first impressions of them when you watched Raw that night?"
I turned and looked at him with a slight look of horror on my face. "Really man? I don't wanna play…" I tried wriggling down in my seat to slip out from under the table, but both Jon and Seth pulled me back up. "This is hell."
"Oh, do you listen to them?" asked Seth.
"Wait…what?" I asked.
He laughed and shrugged it off. "Nothing, nothing. So what about these texts?"
The blood rushed to my face and I started to sweat a little. It was one thing to write those thoughts to Jon while I was horny and flirtatious, but to say them out loud to the guys they were about, especially while I was trapped in a booth with them? I buried my head in my hands and groaned.
"Okay," I said as I brought my head back and up looked straight forward. I didn't dare look at them while I said this. "For Roman…um…I said that he was a big dude and he had a nice arm tattoo and for Seth…" Jon flicked my ear. "Ow! Hey!"
"I think you're forgetting some important info there, sunshine."
"I hate you."
"You love it, bitch. Now answer."
I sighed. "So I mentioned that I wondered if he had any other tattoos hidden anywhere," Roman laughed at that comment, "and if he was…uh…big all over." My red cheeks burned so much that I could swear I was lighting up the corner we were in.
"Hmm…interesting," said Roman as he rubbed his chin.
Seth was smiling like a little kid, for some reason. He seemed way too excited about this. "Do me now!"
"Uh, so for you, Seth, I said that I liked your hair and wondered if the two-toned thing was just on your head or if…ugh, if your fucking pubic hair was two toned, too." I quickly wiggled under the table and popped out the other side. None of them tried to stop me because they were all laughing too hard. I needed a drink right now to try to forget this.
I slid up to the bar and ordered a Sex on the Beach. Yeah, I was going to have a fruity bullshit drink because they're delicious and they got me where I needed to go very quickly. I paid for it and began to suck it down. It tasted so damn good.
After a moment, Jon appeared at my side. "Damn, slow down girl."
"No, I need to get drunk so I can forget that you're a dick."
"Would it make you feel better if I told you that the guys think you're funny and said they liked you? They said they liked your boldness."
"I don't know how bold I am. It's easy when I'm alone in a dark room texting in silence." I drank down the rest of the glass. "But I'll have to thank them for being nice."
I paused and put my hands on the bar as I felt the alcohol start to hit me. I was still clearheaded enough, but I definitely felt more relaxed, which was a good thing when I was around such beautiful men. Gah. Get it together, Lana! I shook my head and try to get my head back straight when I noticed that Jon had been silent for a while and was just staring at me like a creeper.
"What is it?" I asked.
"So is that what you call slutty?"
"Dude, this is the sluttiest thing I have!"
"What about that outfit from last night? That was kinda slutty."
"Fuck you, you ruined the shirt and the skirt…dammit, I should've worn that."
He sighed. "Alright, well I know how to remedy this." He pulled that familiar switchblade from his jeans and flicked it open. My eyes widened and I looked around me, wondering if anyone in the restaurant was even paying attention to the fact that this weirdo had a knife in his hands. He sucked on the tip of his thumb and then held it out in front of him, eyeing it and me like he was some artist. He then grabbed the neckline of my tank and cut a slit down the front.. He closed the blade and returned it to his pocket before opening the slit up so that it framed my breasts. I felt a bit self-conscious now that my cleavage looked like it was being served on a platter. He put his thumb back in front of him and closed one eye. "Yeah, that'll do," he said, grinning.
I asked the bartender for another drink, same order, and once I had it in my hands, Jon escorted me back to the booth. The food had arrived and the table was completely covered with plates of meat and vegetables. The boys had already begun cooking some up on the grill built into the table. My now slightly impaired brain summed up the sight in the simplest way possible.
"That's a lot of meat."
Seth and Roman looked up when they heard me speak and they both had quizzical looks on their faces.
"Hey Lana, I get the feeling that something happened to you while you were gone," Roman commented as he and Seth stared at me.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Talk to this asshole." I pointed my finger behind me.
"Yeah, the titty master strikes again!" He threw his fists up in the air and ran a lap around me while I facepalmed.
Seth and Roman couldn't help but laugh at the childishness of the whole situation. "Is it too late to apologize for this goofball?" asked Roman as we sat back down.
"Well I suppose it's my fault for continuing to associate with him. All I can say is that he'd better make it up to me later."
I felt Jon's hand slide up my inner thigh and stop between my legs. He slowly rubbed a long finger along the inseam of my jeans, and even though his touch was muffled by the thickness of the denim, I still found myself getting aroused. I bit my lower lip hard to make sure I didn't accidentally moan in public. I took his gesture as a yes response to my comment.
We all dug in to the food. It was really good. Not one to pass on delicious food, I'd like to think I held my own against the boys. There was a moment of tension between the four of us when it came down to the last piece of steak. I conceded and let them fight it out while I ran to the bathroom.
I didn't actually have to go, but I had thought of a response to Jon's gesture earlier. I took off my pants, stepped out of my panties, and got dressed again. I balled up the panties and stuffed then into my pocket. I took a look in the mirror before I left. He wants slutty, fine. I was going to find a way to give him slutty.
When I came back out, the last piece was gone and the boys were casually talking. It made me really happy to see how comfortable and close they were with each other. I slid back into my spot and with my hand under the table, pulled the panties from my pocket and pushed them into Jon's hand, hoping to whatever deity would listen that he wouldn't bring them above the table for all to see. He looked down at his hand for a moment, then a smile crept across his face and he gave a small laugh.
"What's so funny, dude?" Seth asked.
"Nah, nothing important, man. Just thinking of something funny I heard the other day," Jon responded and he put the panties in his own pocket. I noticed that he put the hand that had been holding them up to his mouth, licked his fingers, and glanced over at me. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I can taste you." It took every ounce of focus for me to not mount him right there.
The night continued on through a couple rounds of beer for the boys while I continued to nurse on cocktails. I finished up my third one of the evening when I realized that Jon had been staring at me. I turned and looked at him. "Dude, what the fuck are you looking at me for?" My moderate state of inebriation made me spectacularly charming.
He laughed it off and gently stroked my head. What a sweetie. "You have a lot of gray hairs on the top of your head, old lady." What an asshole.
"Yeah fuck you, too. I'm what, a few months older than you? Old lady. You're a bitch."
"Months, years, whatever. You're still going grey." He had a playful smirk in his face.
I returned his smirk and pushed back the hair out of his eyes with my hand. "At least I still have all of my hair, Tiger."
Roman and Seth perked up. "Tiger?" They tried so hard to say the word without laughing.
"Fuck you guys," answered Jon.
"Oh yeah, that's my new sexy nickname for him. Right, Tiger?"
"Fuck you, too. My hair is awesome. You all suck. I'm going for a smoke!" The three of us remaining laughed as Jon stomped away.
Once he had left, I turned to Seth. "So is Seth your real name or is it just your work name?"
"It's my work name. My real name is Tyler." He sent a wink towards Roman and they both laughed.
"Ahh, well alright then, Seth it is," I said smirking back at him. I wonder if he was a cheeky bastard before or whether Jon had rubbed off on him a bit.
"You know, I like you two together," Seth said suddenly.
"Well, we're not really together, if you mean…"
"Yes, I know you guys just hang out when we're around and Dean's idea of hanging out is having lots of sex. We have to hear about it all the time. It doesn't really make things easier for Roman and me since we're away from our girls for so long. Let's just say there's a lot of phone sex on the road." I giggled quietly, trying to be as polite as possible. "But you're different from the usual skanks he brings around."
I did a spit take with the sip of beer I stole from Jon's bottle. "Th-thank you?"
"We're not trying to call you a skank. That was a bad choice of words," Roman chimed in. "But Dean is known to hook up with a very certain type of woman and it's usually not one like you. As in, despite the alterations he made to your shirt, you are currently wearing more clothing than the girls we're used to seeing with him."
"Oh Christ," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Yeah. Don't get me wrong, they are very hot, but being around them gets old quickly and I sometimes fear for the safety of his groin. How he hasn't caught anything…" Roman drifted off.
Seth put his hand on my shoulder. "You are a refreshing change of pace, my dear. For us."
"Well I'm glad that he enjoys 'hanging out' with me enough to keep in contact. I really do have fun texting with him."
"You do realize that he doesn't really text with any of the other chicks on his skank roster. Only a quick text asking to meet up after a show," mentioned Seth. I stared at him with a perplexed look. He took a sip of his own beer, and then replied, "Take that as you will."
"I, uh, need another drink." I scooted out and walked over to the bar to sort my thoughts. Did the boys know something I didn't? Was that Seth's way of saying that Jon maybe had a thing for me? Like more than just occasional sex? Should I cut things off? Should I bring it up to him? Dammit, shut the fuck up, teenage drama queen bitch! You have no right mucking my brain up with this bullshit while I'm drunk!
I paid for my fresh drink and began to suck it down. Thankfully, a new steady stream of booze got that bitch quiet for the time being. I glanced over to the restaurant's outside patio and saw Jon still out there, dragging away at his cigarette. It took me a moment to realize that he wasn't alone. Some stupid bimbo was standing with him, twirling her hair with her finger like a fucking idiot. Her free hand was rubbing his abs and she was giggling like a dumb slut. Ugh. If Dave were here, he would comment on how judgmental I looked, but my brain was in no shape to be calm and rational right now.
He looked like he was smiling at her, enjoying the attention. So this was the kind of chick he usually brought out to places like this? I guess I understood it. If I was him and I was feeling horny and lazy, I'd probably go with the easiest, sluttiest looking chick in a five meter radius, too. But damn, if he's out with me right now, why would he be hitting on some other girl? Maybe tonight I'm just one of the boys. I grumbled some unintelligible curses under my breath.
I saw her reach into her purse and pull out what looked like a hotel room keycard, from where I was standing. She pointed down the street and handed it to him. To my horror, he took the card from her, smiled, and smacked her ass as she turned around to leave. She came back into the bar, clicking on those obnoxiously high heels, and passed me as she headed toward the exit. Whatever perfume she was wearing, she must have marinated in it before she went out that night. She smelled like a stripper.
I took one last big sip of my drink and jumped up and down a few times, shaking out my hands, trying to psych myself up for the show down. I started my hard walk toward the patio. When I reached him, I opened up my mouth to give Jon a piece of my mind when he took a drag from his cigarette, pulled me toward him with his free arm and laid a kiss on me, breathing the smoke into my lungs.
I pulled my mouth away and coughed, not used to smoke that wasn't second hand. "What was that for? You're just trying to distract…" He put a finger up to my mouth, silencing me, then took that same finger and held it up, gesturing for me to wait a moment.
He dropped the remained of his cigarette and put it out with his sneaker. He walked back to the bar and scanned the room. He tapped a random guy on the shoulder and leaned in close to talk to him. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but the man nodded with a dopey grin on his face, Jon handed him the keycard, and they shook hands. Jon turned back around and returned to me, leaning on my shoulder.
"What was that all about?" I asked.
"I told you the first night we met. I like to fuck with people."
"So you just gave some random guy some random chick's hotel key?"
"Bingo."
"And that strange guy is going to go to that slut's room and nail her?"
"Probably. That's usually what you do to sluts." That familiar cocky, yet delicious, smirk painted his face.
"But she'll be expecting you."
"Yup."
"You're the devil."
He touched my chin with his index finger and turned my face toward his. "So, you wanna ditch this place and go make a deal with the devil?" Those electric eyes of his could convince me to do just about anything.
"Yes please," I said, with no hesitation.
He wrapped his arm around my waste and led me back to the table. Seth and Roman looked like they were getting ready to leave themselves. We left our half of the money for the bill and tip, saying goodnight to the boys as we left. He guided me outside of the restaurant and back to my car.
The car had been parked in a dark spot of the lot, so it took me a moment to recognize it. I moved up to the driver's door to unlock it, but before I could, I felt Jon press up hard against my back. His hands ran up my sides and I shivered at his touch.
"I could fuck you right now on the side of your car," he said in a low tone.
"I…well…we should…we should really wait until we, you know, get back to your hotel…place…room." I could barely get the right words out of my mouth, my drunk and horny brain distracted by the warmth of his body.
"Are you sure?" he purred directly into my ear.
"Y-yes? Yes." I took a deep breath and let out the air slowly, trying to allow some blood to return to my brain.
"Alright, but you'd better hurry up then, cause I don't know how much longer I can wait."
Hope the lack of sexy times wasn't too disappointing. I suppose they have to deal with feelings and stuff at some point, right? So updates will probably go back to once a week now that I don't have stuff in the tank. I'm also messing around with some gift side-stories for two of my favorite Ambrose fanfics, so that may delay updates on this. Hopefully not though! Oh, and go read Angelsdee327's "Co-dependence", the sister story to my "A Business Proposition". It is super sexy and I promise you won't regret it!