11

"You really weren't kidding." Dallas said, laughing when Taker lifted her and sat her down on the low dresser that was against the window. There wasn't a desk, and there wasn't anything to knock off. Taker bent down and nuzzled her neck, his fingers going to the buttons on her shirt. "I thought you wanted to go to dinner…"

"In a minute." He rumbled out, pushing her shirt open to reveal a filmy white bra.

"Just a minute?" Dallas ran her hands up his arms and squeezed his shoulders.

"Maybe two. We'll see." His finger slipped under the front-clasp between her breasts and he tugged, letting the material fall open. He cupped both her breasts and squeezed, drawing a low noise from her.

"Is this the part where I start claiming sexual harassment?" Dallas asked breathlessly. Taker chuckled against her neck and squeezed her harder. "Should I be calling you Taker or Mr. Calaway?" She asked, sounding amused again. "It's your little fantasy."

"You…" He kissed her on the neck and lifted his head to catch her lips. "Can call me Mark. I don't know why you aren't already."

"Because I am a professional. Duh."

Taker had to laugh at that. Dallas pulled him down and met his mouth with hers, kissing him deeply. She parted her lips and slid her tongue along his, sighing into his mouth contentedly.

Dallas lowered her hands and tugged on his shirt. He broke their kiss and leaned back to yank it over his head. He immediately went back to kissing her, groaning at the feel of her breasts pressed against his bare skin. She worked on the snap fly of his jeans, shoving the material down his hips just enough to free his hardening cock.

Dallas breathed into his mouth and pressed her palm against the length of him. "Gonna change your ring name from Undertaker to Ever-ready." She said huskily, pulling back to catch her breath.

Taker smirked at that and dropped his hands to her knees. He pushed upward, taking the skirt and bunching it up. Dallas scooted and lifted herself to accommodate him, her fingers still manipulating him with maddening squeezes and strokes. He moaned as his fingers slid along her smooth skin, not encountering a barrier as he dipped his fingers into her folds.

"You been runnin' around with nothin' on under your skirt all day?" Taker asked, kicking himself mentally for not taking advantage of her when the thought had crossed his mind earlier.

"Yup." She gasped as his finger rubbed her clit. "I had a suspicion they would just get in the way."

"You're always thinkin' ahead." Taker smirked and pressed harder against her. "Actually, I think I want ya to call me Mr. Calaway after all."

Dallas started laughing breathlessly. That was when he yanked his hand back, grabbed her hips and plunged his cock into her without any more finessing. Her light moan got deeper as he filled her and began to rock his hips, setting a fast pace. It was all she could do to grab the edge of the dresser and hold on as he thrust into her faster. His hand went between them and he found her clit again. He rubbed it quickly, barely touching the little nub, making her moan in acceptance.

It was not long before Dallas was panting and mewling under his hand. Her body shivered as her climax approached. Her end came hard and fast and left her literally seeing stars as he continued to press erratically into her. He grunted and slammed into her one last time, though her body tried to clamp down and hold him still in her throes, and came inside her in a sudden hot rush.

Taker withdrew his hand and braced himself on either side of her legs, leaning forward so that she had to grab onto him or whack her head on the wall. They stayed that way for a few minutes, trying to catch their breath.

"Literal definition of a quickie I suppose." Dallas said, voice still thick.

Taker chuckle and eased out of her body, closing his eyes at the stimulation on the now oversensitive head of his cock. "How about a shower?" He asked, looking down at her through passion hazed eyes.

"With you? What will the rest of the office think?" She said with a snicker. "Or is the fantasy changing to water nymph and evil troll?"

Taker started laughing. "How about me and you, with some water and some soap. I don't know if I'm up to playin' the part of nymph."

"Sure. We do your fantasy but not mine. I see how it's going to go." Dallas accepted a hand from him and slid from the dresser, not trusting her shaky legs. Taker led the way to the bathroom and the shower beyond.

An hour later, after a long shower with a lot of touching and washing each other, Dallas and Taker got dressed and headed out for their dinner. They were seated in a corner booth in the dim restaurant where random people would be less likely to bother them.

Taker was determined to keep work out of their conversation for a change. After they had ordered drinks and the appetizer, he looked at her curiously. "So you were conceived in Dallas, raised near Vegas. How did you end up here?"

Dallas smiled and toyed with her napkin. "Blind, dumb luck?"

"I'm serious."

"I am too." Dallas looked at him for a moment. "I was in the right place at the right time. Namely, at a house show. I didn't work at the arena, a friend of mine did. Sometimes I would jump in and help. It was a wrestling event, and there was a long line of people at a trailer behind it. I got curious. I asked what was going on and some half-wit blonde informed me that you guys were hiring personal assistants."

"And you just jumped in line?" Taker said with a smirk. The waitress appeared with the drinks. Dallas waited until she was gone before speaking.

"Sort of. I kind of stood around talking to a few more people, not really understanding what the job was. Found out that they didn't either. Most of the females were wearing shit I wouldn't put on for a costume – short skirts, ankle breakers, that kind of thing…"

"Ankle breakers?"

"Those high heels that look extremely painful. Porn shoes. Oh and there was a lot of mostly exposed boob going on as well. I'm sure the kids who were hanging out hoping to spot a wrestler enjoyed that."

"So you jumped in line." Taker repeated, grinning.

"Sure. I figured I would see what was really going on. I'm nosy." Dallas shrugged.

"And you got a job. Just like that?" Taker asked, sipping his beer.

"Just like that. I think because my IQ was at least a triple digit. I did more of the interview than Michael did. He got me to fill out an application while we talked. That was it. He told me the job was mine if I wanted it. I didn't even know what the job was."

"You just packed up and left?"

"Nope. I told him I wanted to do some research first. And get some things taken care of. Contrary to popular belief, not every woman can or will just throw away everything to join up with you guys. Six months later, I finally called and said I would take the job if it was still open. He thought it was hilarious, but he said he saved me a spot. And there is the history of Dallas and the job in a nutshell."

The waitress delivered their appetizer, which was a vegetable tray with spinach dip. They munched quietly for a few minutes. Taker wasn't used to having to draw someone out. Usually woman fell all over themselves to talk to him, about him, or about themselves…in great detail. Dallas seemed content to just wait him out. It was sort of annoying.

"Why is it like pulling teeth to get to know you?" Taker finally asked.

Dallas smiled and wiped her lips with a napkin. "Why do you need to know anything else? We're already sleeping together. Do you always do this stuff backward?"

Taker snorted, but he was not really amused, actually. "No. But hell, we're practically strangers, when you think about it."

"Is this some kind of trust thing? Because I'm pretty sure that would require a commitment of some sort between us."

"It's not that I don't trust you." Taker spoke softly. And she had pretty much hit the nail on the head. "Now. I just don't know a lot about you, that's all. Can you blame me for being curious?"

Dallas sighed and picked up her drink to take a sip. "Listen, Mark. Just so we are clear on some things here that maybe need to out in the open air. I do not want anything from you. I do not have an ulterior motive. I don't want to be a wrestler, or even be on television. I have no interest in your money, or your house, or whatever businesses you may be running on the side. I enjoy the physical stuff, but if you want some really hard truth here, I have absolutely no expectations. I prefer to keep it that way."

"I don't think I get what it is you're sayin'." Taker said, trying not to get mad. Why the hell would this make him mad? She had just said she wanted sex with no strings, nothing implied and nothing promised. What the hell was wrong with him?

"Really? Are you dense?" Dallas seemed to find it funny. "What I am saying is that I realize that this is about all that's gonna come of this week. Sure, we may keep on screwing around on occasion, maybe spend a whole weekend together outside of the fed. Just once. Because I don't want to have to deal with some misplaced jealousy because I work with other guys, and you will be on the lookout for another trophy wife. And that is definitely not me."

"Is that really all you think of me?"

"Kind of hard to dispute the pattern." Dallas grew quiet as the waitress appeared with their dinners. When she was gone, Dallas resumed as if she hadn't been interrupted. "You can deny all you want, but really. History has a nasty way of repeating itself. And I think we can have some fun together – as we have been. But trust me, I don't want it to go any further than this."

Taker just looked at her, completely at a loss for words.

Here she was, offering him a dream arrangement of guilt-free sex, and here he was doing what he had always hated women doing – clinging. Or expecting too much? Hell, he wasn't sure what he wanted. He finally took a bite of his steak and chewed thoughtfully for a moment before finding his tongue.

"I don't mind actually tryin' to be friends outside of the sex."

Dallas laughed and covered her mouth. She had just taken a bite of her baked potato. "Guys cannot fuck girls they are friends with. Girls don't fuck their friends. Under normal circumstances."

"Yeah. Well. I thought it would be worth a shot." Taker tore a yeast roll apart and munched thoughtfully.