Goodness! I have to thank you all for the surprising reception of that last chapter. Who knew a little bit of squishy sweetness would get over so well? I hope everyone had a lovely New Year's Eve/Day.

Part 11: Jon's Storytime

The first few days were easy. A busy weekend at the bar working with Dave and watching Smackdown with the regulars helped keep me distracted. You'd think that seeing him on Smackdown would've made me broody and lonely, but I was more filled with pride watching my man do his thing. Well, maybe he's my time-share man, but I'm the only one who can claim that he's my boyfriend, assuming that he doesn't lay the same lines on every other woman, but I'm going to choose to trust him. The only way this open relationship thing will work is if we trust each other.

I bragged to the bar patrons who were watching the show with us that Ambrose was totally my boyfriend now, but none of them believed me. They actually started a chant of "Lana is a fangirl", which had me laughing and feeling a bit too thrilled to have my name in a chant. Doesn't every little girl dream of having a bar full of drunks chanting her name? No? Just me? Anyway, I can't blame them for not believing me because it didn't sound very plausible. Even when I heard the words come out of my mouth, I almost didn't believe them. I'd bring him to the bar one night and prove it to them all, but that would probably be more trouble than it's worth.

What really started my test of nerves was Monday night.

Jon and I had swapped a few casual texts over the weekend. Mainly he sent me pictures of him and the boys looking stupid backstage and at the random places they stopped on the road. For men so handsome, they can really make some ridiculous faces. I was entertained by the cute photos and honestly, relieved that none of the messages had been of him saying that he was taking his dick out for a walk.

I hunkered down in my blanket cocoon Monday night after work and turned on the TV. I grabbed my new favorite pillow and snuggled up against it. It was my new favorite because it still smelled of Jon: smoky with just a hint of whatever shampoo or cologne he uses. It was relaxing to bury my face in it and inhale, pretending that it was his neck or hair. Man, if me from about eight months ago could see me now, she would so kick me in the vagina.

I watched the show uneventfully for the most part, getting giddy like an infatuated teenager when the Shield boys came out and did their thing. When the show was over, I debated about whether or not I should stay up waiting to see if he sent a message. I had done that the past few nights, but I had been working closing shifts, so I was usually wound up and didn't fall asleep till 3 or 4 anyway. I had assumed that by then, he'd have picked his mate for the evening, if he was going to do so.

I chose to go to sleep, but I kept the phone by my head. About an hour and a half had passed when the buzz of my phone awoke me.

Bringing a chick back to my hotel room.

I can call you with details after, if you want.

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and read it again. Yup. It was real. I bit my lip and stared at the text for a moment. I wasn't entirely sure how I felt. I think I need a drink. I got dressed and headed downstairs.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, we close in a few minutes," Dave said as he smiled at me.

"So, he's with another woman right now," I sighed as I saddled up to the bar.

"Fruity girlie drink?"

"Nah, this calls for whiskey. Something to shock my brain into deciding on how I feel about this whole thing."

He poured me a shot and I threw it back, making a horrible face as it went down.

"So?" he asked.

"Well, it's not like I feel surprised. I mean, he looks the way he does and he's quite popular with pussy, so... I suppose I should be glad that he wasn't with someone new the night he left. That would've really hurt. At least he waited a few days." I pushed the glass toward him and looked up at him with puppy eyes, waiting for him to pour me another. I took the new shot and drank it. "I feel a little sad because it's sort of like, how could you be fucking another woman after you wrote that you'd miss me and it was hard to leave my apartment? Do you think he's full of shit?"

"He might be. He does seem to have that charisma that chicks eat up, so he could be using it to lead you on. But from the few times I've encountered him, he also seems like he doesn't hold anything back. If he wrote that he's going to miss you, I don't think he was lying."

"Thanks, Dave." I rubbed my face with my hands and groaned. "He also wrote just now that he could call me after and tell me the details of his hook-up. I'm kind of tempted because then everything will be out on the table and I won't lie in bed wondering about the unknown, but I don't know how I'll actually react. It's one thing to know he's banging some skank, but it's another thing to hear what she looked like and how turned on he was and what they did together and what she sounded like. With my luck, I'll start crying on the phone like a crazy woman drunk on drama."

"Well, you'll never know until you hear him and find out. Think of it this way. It would be better to know now if you can't handle the relationship than for it to go on for months and probably end a lot messier than it would end right now."

"Yeah, you're right. Gimme a sec." I pulled out my phone and replied to Jon, agreeing to listen to him later. I didn't expect a reply, unless he was really good at texting while getting his dick sucked. "Alright then. I suppose I just need to wait until the phone rings."

"Do you want to wait down here with me while I close up or wait upstairs?"

"I'll stay down here if you give me another free shot of whiskey," I answered while trying to put on the Miss Lana charm. It didn't work.

"Free my ass, you're paying for those, bitch." David winked at me and slid me another glass.

It was about an hour or so before my phone rang. I let Dave know I was leaving and thanked him for talking things out with me. I finally answered the phone on my way to the elevator.

"Hey, give me a sec to get back to my room. I was drinking with Dave downstairs."

"No problem, babe. Take your time." His voice was filled with that relaxed post-orgasm huskiness that I had enjoyed listening to several times before. Just hearing it made my pussy start to weep.

I quickly closed the door and hopped back into bed, getting as comfortable as I could for Jon's storytime. That would probably be the worst children's show ever. Moms would dig it though.

"Okay, I'm all set," I said. "So, uh, did you have a nice night?" His immediate response was a soft confident laugh, still in that husky tone. Damn him for sounding so sexy without trying.

"Yeah, the show was good. Did you like it?"

"You know I always do when I get to watch you guys. I really enjoy watching you work."

"Hmm yeah? I get that a lot." He paused for a moment and I could hear him exhale his post-fuck cigarette. "This red-headed skank said the same thing tonight."

"Red hair, huh? Do you have a thing for that?"

"Pussy is my thing, El. And this one was quite nice. I suspect the red was a dye-job, but I couldn't check because she was freshly waxed. Her pussy felt so soft, El." He paused for another drag.

I frowned. I usually trimmed downstairs and occasionally shaved sometimes, but I had never allowed anyone to put hot wax down on my cooch and rip the hair out. I might like a little pain when Jon is responsible for it, but I'm not so much of a masochist to pay someone to make my pussy sting. He clearly seemed to like the idea of waxed ones, though.

"So how exactly did you get her back to your hotel room?" I asked.

"Well, like the little rats always do, she hung out in the back lot of the arena until we all left. While the boys and I were loading up the car, she approached me with that line you mentioned about liking to watch me work. So I used the shittiest line ever and asked her if she'd like to come watch me work some more in my hotel room. I got some groans out of Seth and Roman for that one. I know it wasn't my best, but I was feeling lazy." I had to laugh. The thought of Seth and Roman giving Jon shit for his manwhore ways filled my heart with joy. "Anyway, I don't know if she was just dumb as a stick or trying to be flirty and cute, but she apparently thought we were going to watch my old matches or something. She got the hint though when I took my dick out."

I quietly sighed, picturing him with an arrogant grin, holding his hard cock in his hand and waiting for this girl to start servicing him. It was kinda hot and my skin started to flush.

"So this horny slut immediately drops to her knees and starts sucking me off. It was one of those wet, sloppy blowjobs, like in a porno or something. It was cool, but it looked better than it felt. Your technique is so much better. You know how to work a dick with your tongue."

My skin prickled with excitement at his comment and I noticed that my hand had crept down between my legs and I had been haphazardly rubbing myself over my pants while he had been speaking. I guess I really was getting turned on by listening to this. I pursed my lips and quickly decided to do something about it. I put the phone on speaker and got naked while he continued to talk.

"Anyway, that was fun for a while, but I eventually got bored and picked her up by her hair. Do you know how much fun that is? To manhandle a chick like that? Fucking awesome."

"No wonder you're so good at it," I said a little louder than normal so the phone would catch it. Stepping out of my panties, I switched the speaker phone off and got back into bed.

"Heh, yeah. So I pushed her hard onto the bed and pulled her skirt up around her waist. She yelped when I bit her pussy lips through her thong. Fucking slut didn't know what she had gotten herself into. I got to feel how soft that pussy was when I took her panties off. She was so fucking horny that her smell instantly filled the small hotel room. It was fucking nuts. She practically squealed like a pig when I started eating her out. That part was annoying. I had to shove my fingers in her mouth to get her to shut up. She was so damn wet and her pussy tasted really good, just not as sweet as yours, El."

I had been doing a good job of keeping quiet, but on that last line, a moan escaped my lips. I had been rubbing my clit with my fingers while he was talking and it had felt so good. I was really getting off on listening to him talk dirty in that damn voice that launched a thousand lady boners.

He stopped talking and I held my breath, trying not to curse at myself out loud for letting that moan slip. I didn't want him to know what I was doing. I'm not sure why. I was just embarrassed, I guess.

"What was that?" he asked.

"What was what?" I responded, feigning ignorance.

"I definitely just heard something."

"Oh, that was just the cat." I silently pulled a face, knowing that I had just blown it with that horrible excuse.

"You got a cat in the four days since I've been gone?"

"Nope. I'm just cat sitting for a neighbor. They went on a small weekend vacation and wanted me to watch over it." I crossed my fingers, wordlessly begging that he would let this slide.

"Really. Heh…okay then. Anyway, where was I?" I held the phone away from my face and breathed a sigh of relief.
"You were busy licking this chick's pussy and making her suck on your fingers."

"Right. Her lips were so smooth and slick under my tongue. Her hips kept bucking up whenever I flicked her clit, so I smacked her thighs hard to get her to behave."

"Did she behave for you? Was she a good girl?"

"Yeah, for the most part. She kept control of her body until she ended up cumming while I was down there. She was just drenched after that. I took off my clothes and El, my dick was so hard right then, it was beautiful. You would've loved it."

"I bet I would have, Jon." I had to giggle at how silly he sounded. "So tell me about how hard you fucked this filthy rat. Did you make her scream your name?" I was getting really into it now and could feel my orgasm building.

"Did I? I'm ashamed you have to ask, babe. You know how I work. I fucked that pussy raw. Her tits were bouncing up and down, her head was thrown back, and her hair was all over the place. It was a very nice view, I must say."

"Sounds…like it was." It was becoming harder to keep my breathing regular and respond to him at the same time, as I had started to finger myself.

"She was so fucking loud though, I had to flip her over and shove her face in the sheets."

"Having been on the receiving end of you doing that, I can tell you that it feels really good. Lucky bitch. Did you make her cum again?"

"Do you know who you're talking to? You know I always deliver, El," he said, accompanied by a cute little laugh. "Her pussy clamped down on my dick like a fucking vice when she came the second time. It was just too much and I couldn't hold off any longer."

"Oh yeah? Tell me how fucking good it felt when you came in that dirty whore."

He laughed at the eagerness in my voice. "It felt so good," he purred into the phone, dragging out the vowels in the last two words. That alone sent me over the edge. I slowly exhaled through my orgasm, trying to remain as calm as possible. I forgot to move the phone away from my face though and I must've exhaled a bit too loudly because he started to laugh again.

"You're a sexy bitch, you know that? Naughty girl, Lana, touching yourself while listening to me talk about fucking another woman. Was it good for you, baby?"

I cleared my throat. "I don't know what you're talking about. It sounds like you had a good time with that charming young lady."

"And it sounds like you had a good time with yourself and the erotic sounds of my sexy voice."

"You're ruining it, Jon," I said chuckling. "I'm going to go to sleep now. Drive safe when you guys head out."

"We will as long as I'm not driving. Sleep well, Lana."

"I will. And yes, it was good for me." I hung up quickly, giggling.

That had been much more fun than I had expected. I don't know if I would end up getting tired or frustrated listening to him talk about other women, but for now, I could use it as a way to connect with him sexually while he's on the road. I went to sleep feeling great and really relaxed. I just hoped I wouldn't loathe myself in the morning.