CHAPTER 19 – A new life
Fresia opened her eyes slowly, wakened up by a dog's barking. She didn't understand where she was at first, 'cause a sort of wall was in front of her. She blinked twice and finally realized that it wasn't a wall but a chest… Mark. Memories of the night before assaulted her like a tornado and she lifted her eyes to look at the face of her man, the love of her life, sleeping peacefully beside her, holding her.
Finally her dreams came true and she had fallen asleep, and woken up with Mark Calaway. She smiled, snuggling in his arms, enjoying his warmth, his hard body. Truthfully something was still missing to complete the picture, her biggest dream: hearing Mark say that he loved her… but there was time for that, she mused. She would have made him so happy that sooner or later he couldn't have helped it but fall in love with her.
She closed her eyes again, letting the memories take her… The way he had kissed, caressed, and licked her – she blushed at the thought – His tenderness when he took her virginity… to become demanding and impetuous at the end, claiming his pleasure. A shiver ran over her, she couldn't wait to do it again but the burning sensation she felt between her legs told her something different entirely.
I have to go to the bathroom – she thought, feeling the nature's call. She shifted slightly to slide out of his arms, two tattooed trunks pinning her down, but he noticed her efforts and taking her by the waist, he pulled her against him.
"Mark – she giggled – I need to go to the bathroom"
"Uh uh – he answered sleepy – keep still and sleep"
"Mark, if you don't let me go I will pee in the bed" she said in a louder voice.
His eyes shot open, realizing what she was saying and let her go rapidly.
"Hurry back, I want you here" he grunted.
Fresia sat on the bed to put her baby-doll on and the discomfort increased.
"Ahi ahi" she lamented, going to the bathroom. After taking care of her stuff, she washed her "private zone" with warm and cold water, alternatively, trying to soothe her poor flesh. She went back to the bedroom, walking funny and laid down beside Mark, who was on her instantly, chuckling.
"What a pretty way of walking, are you trying to aerate your pussy?" he asked squeezing her nose.
"Ha ha, very funny – she said, slapping his hand away – It's your fault, you know. You skinned me".
He pressed his weight on her, pinning her down and blocking her, kissing her face and neck.
"Mmmmh poor Squirrel. It means that we'll find other ways to have fun for a little while. I can think about a thing or two…" he said then murmured something in her ear. Fresia looked at him perplexed and then shocked and Mark burst out laughing. His laugh was full and deep, making him even more sexy.
"But not now – he said – it's late, in three hours I have a meeting with the boss and you have to pack your things".
Fresia snorted. "It's right, we have to go. But first….. food! I'm starving"
"Good idea" he said standing up and dragging Fresia out of bed. Then he picked her up walking to the bathroom.
"Mark, what are you doing? I'm not disabled" she giggled, in truth loving to be in his arms, even if his height was making her dizzy.
"Program of the day: shower, out for lunch, arena, shopping at the market and dinner at home" he planned depositing her under the hot spray.
They washed and dried each other, then went back in the bedroom to get dressed. Fresia wore the same Capri pants of the night before with a coral pink blouse. Mark dressed all black, jeans and t-shirt. Then they went in the garage and Mark lifted Fresia on the pick-up's seat.
"Where is Damon?" she asked, not seeing the big dog.
"The custodian took him to go round the property. We'll see him this evening".
He pushed the remote button so they could go out in the sun, directed to a restaurant he knew, famous for its grilled steak. They had lunch in a private section that the owner of the restaurant, a wrestling fan, put at Mark's disposal and then went to the arena. They entered the arena chatting and were immediately spotted by the staff members, that was loading the WWF equipment on the trucks. All heads turned toward the two lovers before looking each others interrogatively, looking for a confirmation of what they saw: Mark Calaway, the Undertaker not only in the ring, was talking placidly with the girl who chased him for months…. Looks like she made it!
Mark escorted Fresia to her department, that was just in front of the tailor's. Arriving to her door, they heard muffled voices coming from the other room. Looking inside it, they saw Jessie and Glen making out on the bitty couch.
"Good afternoon to you, love birds" said Fresia loudly. The two lovers jumped up of the couch, turning toward the door.
"Damn, you can't stay alone neither for a minute in this place – grumbled Jessie – Good afternoon to you too".
Mark shook his head looking at the disgruntled face of his friend.
"Come on Glen, we have a meeting with the boss in 15 minutes".
"Yeah, I know. Another interminable meeting… I hope this time they have some good idea for the shows".
Jessie, who was observing both Fresia and Mark with interest, came out of her stupor.
"It's better if you two take some perfumed tissues with you" she said.
"That's right, I almost forgot. The air inside the meeting room will get…. Oppressive. If I were in your shoes I would sit near a window" Fresia giggled, followed by Jessie.
"Ok, you two. What did you do?" asked Glen
"We? But we are angels, don't you see the halo on our heads?" declared Fresia.
"We just wanted to give tit for tat to a dear friend who played with us too much". Continued Jessie, crossing her arms.
"Come on, I'll explain you along the way" she said to Glen, taking his hands and walking him to the meeting room.
Fresia looked at Mark. "Give me your handkerchief" she said.
Mark seemed skeptical
"I'm not going to blow my nose, I swear".
He gave her the tissue and she rubbed it on her neck, where she had sprayed her Chanel perfume.
"Here it is – she said, giving it back to Mark – if the atmosphere will get intolerable, put this on your nose and you'll feel better… thinking about me" she concluded batting her eyelashes.
He took the tissue and sniffed it, then put it in his pocket wordlessly.
"Well, we have to go now or you'll be late" she said taking his hand, trying to drag him with her.
"There's no need to come with me – he replied, immobile like a post – You have something to do too. I'll see you later". He kissed the top of her head than let go of her hand.
"But later I want to know everything about this heavy air stuff".
Fresia felt as if he wanted to liquidate her quickly and was a little hurt. But then she remembered that he wasn't used to be in a couple and maybe he needed a little time to learn how to behave.
"Ok, see you later". She smiled a little than entered her room.
Mark walked away cursing, he knew she was upset but he didn't want to be seen by all his co-workers and boss holding hands with a woman. The gossip would have spread like wildfire and he couldn't tolerate interference in his private life.
Fresia started to gather all the equipment she used at every show. There were hundreds of jars, tubes, hairpins, combs, brushes, rollers of every dimension and color, irons to straighten or to curl hair…. In short, it was a lot of stuff that would have filled many boxes. Fresia was at the fourth box when Cindy arrived running, because she was late. It was Dwayne's fault, she affirmed grinning. Just then entered Laura, who had as many things to pack as Fresia. While they were chatting, Jessie put her face inside the door
"So that you know – she said to Cindy and Laura – miss Fresia Valeria Neri here arrived at the arena accompanied by no less than… Mark Calaway".
The girls screamed together, then took her by her shoulders and hands and obliged her to sit in an armchair. Jessie closed the door behind her.
"Now there's no way out – she joked – Tell us".
Fresia sighed in resignation; she knew she couldn't avoid her friend's questions so told them what happened the night before, after they parted. She told them about the "indecent proposal" of Mark and that she had accepted it. She explained that Mark didn't state his love, but that he wanted a relationship. Fresia had laid down her rules and Mark had accepted them, then they went to his ranch.
"You've been in his ranch? – asked Cindy amazed – As far as I know he didn't take anyone there, but Glen".
"What happened then?" asked Laura, exited.
Fresia pretended to be busy with a conditioner jar and said: "we spent the night together".
Again there was an explosion of shrieks and squeals.
"So, how it was?" asked Jessie.
"You didn't want to tell us anything, why should I now? – Fresia joked – You just have to know that it was exactly how I imagined it… Except the part in which I have difficulty to walk" she concluded putting her face between her hands.
The girls hugged her happily then went back to work because it was late and the Courier was about to arrive. Jessie stood with Fresia a little more.
"Are you sure that this agreement was enough for you?" she asked a little worried.
"At the moment I'm very happy – replied Fresia – but surely it won't be enough forever. I accepted because only in this way I can try to make him fall in love with me. You know that I don't draw back before a challenge. And this one is my bigger challenge".
"Well, to tell you the truth, many were betting that you couldn't convince him to go out with you – considered Jessie – And you even managed to share his bed".
"Nothing is impossible" declared Fresia smiling.
"You know what? I bet 50 dollars that you will reach your goal. In fact I think you already are half way, seeing the way he was looking at you earlier"
"Hope you're right. Anyway I won't surrender, at least as long as he doesn't tell me to leave him alone".
"Amen to that" replied Jessie before going to her room to end her job.
Two hours later, the meeting was over. The tasks were assigned, the storylines outlined, the roles settled on. The participants went out of the room little by little, sniggering. The last one to exit were Stephanie and Nora, who had waited till everyone was out of the room to erupt in a fat laugh. After only 20 minutes from the beginning of the meeting, the air inside the room had got pestilential and those presents didn't take too long to understand who the cause of it was. At first they didn't say anything, just opened all the available windows. But seeing that it wasn't enough to tone down the stench, soon Vince himself, clearing his throat, had invited Stacy to quit the meeting, so she could go seeing a doctor.
Stephanie and Nora almost died on the spot, trying to hold the laughs, but now in the empty room they could free themselves.
"Did you see the face of that bitch when my dad told her to go out?"
"Not only I saw it, but I even managed to turn on the camera just in time. I don't know if it worked anyway, 'cause it was under my purse"
"Well, what are you waiting for? Take a look" said Stephanie.
The camera had worked just fine and despite a bit of twirling in some passages, the voice of Vince was perfectly clear and the humiliated, red face of Stacy appeared on the screen for a few moments.
Kevin, who saw them confabulating during the whole meeting, approached them and watched the video, bursting out laughing with his thick voice that would have made collapsed a four floors building.
"I absolutely want this video. Come in my office for a minute, we'll download it on my computer" said Stephanie.
The girls disappeared in Stephanie's office. Then Nora came out and took Kevin's arm.
"Come on, my handsome big man, let's go watch this video in blessed loneliness" she teased him, winking.
Kevin looked at the woman beside him, who was half his size, and once more he wondered how he could have lived all those years without her.
"Let's go, my war correspondent" he joked and together they walked to the parking lot.
Mark and Glen arrived in the beauty department of the arena with Dwayne and Chris following them closely, joking.
"Oh God, I need a shower" Chris was saying, sniffing his clothes.
"Did you see the look on Martin's face? He was as pissed as a wild beast and at the same time he was ashamed like a thief" laughed Dwayne, holding his belly.
"If he'll let Stacy enter his house, the stench will stick to the walls. He must paint them again".
A chorus of guffaws coming from the corridor reached Fresia, Cindy, Laura and Jessie. They appeared all together at the door-frame to see what was happening. Glen ran to Jessie and picked her up, spinning her around like a teenager. "Darling, I don't know how you did it, but I didn't laugh like this for ages".
The girls looked each other gratified.
"I bet you're talking about Stacy – said Cindy, while Dwayne put an arm on her shoulders – What happened?"
"Vince chased her away from the meeting" Chris proclaimed in Jericho style.
In that very moment the cell of Fresia mewed sinister, announcing an mms. It came from Stephanie and was a cutting of the video of the meeting: exactly the part showing Stacy's face when Vince told her to go see a doctor. Fresia put a hand on her mouth to block the shout of joy that was threatening to come out. Then she neared her friends to show them the video. Pointless to say that the cell made the tour of all those presents and in the end a general laugh filled the corridor, while the girls exchanged high fives.
Fresia replied to Stephanie, thanking her for the mms and informing her that the Circle, Mark, Glen, Dwayne and Chris had already watched it. The Courier arrived to load the equipment and the girls said their hello, because they had four days off and were going home to rest till the next show.
"Are you ready?" asked Mark while Fresia took her purse and turned off the lights.
"Sure, let's go" she said with a pretty smile.
Mark observed her, the scornful and satisfied look was still all over her face.
"Remember me never to cross you, Squirrel" he said
"It's up to you Mark, if you hurt me I will find a way to make you pay"
"Be careful girl, I would not run away like Stacy did"
"Oh, and what would you do to me? Beat me?" she asked innocently, stepping toward him till she was touching his chest with her chin. In her mind it had to be a face to face thing, but she would have needed a stool.
"There are a lot of more interesting things to do, other then hit you" he replied, looking her mouth.
"Promises, promises" she sing-songed slunging the purse over her shoulder and taking his arms.
"So, what's in your program next? Shopping if I'm not wrong".
They took the pick-up and exited the parking lot. The couple reached the ranch at dinner's time. Mark unloaded the truck while Fresia set the table.
"What about a steak?" he asked.
"I'm not mad about it but it's late and my stomach is rumbling, go with the steak. Tomorrow we'll have tagliatelle, roast chicken with potatoes and chocolate and apple cake. Ok?"
"I can't wait" replied Mark.
After eating, when the plates were in the dishwasher and the kitchen tidied up, they moved to the other part of the living room, on the sofa in front of the TV. Fresia wanted to know everything about the meeting and laughed wholeheartedly while Mark explained in details the disgusted look on the faces of people inside the room; the attempts to change the air opening the windows; the whispering comments about Stacy who had her face down and the comments about Martin, who was purple for the rage.
"He was doing great efforts to stay by his woman's side – chuckled Mark – but you could say that he wanted to flee out of the room".
"So the tissue has been useful eh?" She asked, removing her shoes and kneeling beside Mark on the sofa, trying to cancel the gap between their heights.
"Yes, really useful – he said, putting an arm around her waist and tugging her on his knees so she was straddling him – but at the same time it caused a lot of embarrass".
"Embarrass? A tissue?" she asked confused.
"Yes, because every time i sniffed it a certain part of my body reacted violently and I didn't know what to do anymore to not make the others notice it".
"Oh, poor darling, what a torment. Luckily the attention was all for Stacy eh?"
"Not all the attention. Glen noticed it and he just made fun of me for two hours" he said holding her. He put his hands on her buttocks and rubbed her on him, making her feel his hardness, under the jeans. The friction triggered some discomfort on her lower parts, Mark could see it by the painful look on her face.
"I'm afraid your pussy needs some fresh air, Squirrel" he murmured, unbuttoning her pants. He lifted her with an arm, the other one taking out trousers and panties at once. Then he sat her down on the sofa and kneeled between her legs. He opened them and started to examine her tender flesh. Fresia protested, embarrassed beyond herself.
"Be good Squirrel, I just want to see the damages I did, ok? You can't hide from me, you're mine now" he said bossy, forcing her to keep her thighs open.
Fresia tried to relax but she was sooo ashamed. She had never been so exposed in front of a man before and she felt vulnerable and helpless. She put her face in her hands, while he watched her.
"You're all red, of course you're sore – he said kissing her other lips – we'll leave her be for a couple of days".
Fresia looked at him, kissing her tenderly as to apologize for his behavior. Oh God, the sight of Mark between her legs was incredible. Then the time stopped while he licked and sucked her, his hands slipping under her blouse, opening her bra to torment an already erect nipple. Hearing her moan made him redouble his efforts, and within a few minutes he was gratified by her screams of pleasure, her little fists pulling on his hair. He lapped at her juices till she calmed down a little then lifted his head to look at her, sprawled on the couch trying to catch her breath. Mark went back up her body and kissed her passionately.
Fresia landed back to earth after flying so high to make her dizzy. Mark was kissing her and she tasted herself on his lips. He took off the rest of her clothes and threw away his t-shirt. Than stood up so his jeans could end in the same place. He looked at her, in his glorious nudity, than sat down the couch beside her, stroking his hard penis slowly. Fresia was breathless, he was beautiful touching himself with no shame in front of her.
"Come here and explore me, Squirrel – he said – like I just did with you". He pulled her between his legs, took her hand and put it on his member, showing her what to do to give him pleasure. He was hard along the huge shaft, but soft on the tip. After a little while she began to move the hand on her own, knowing instinctively by his groans how to please him. She caressed the globes at the bottom of his length and he gasped in delight. A drop of a transparent liquid gushed out from the tip and she wondered if it tasted good or not. So she move closer and licked it away. Salty, she mused, but not disgusting.
Mark jumped a little at the sensation.
"Go on little one – he encouraged her, who was repeating the manoeuvre – it's fantastic".
She was having fun now and the reaction of Mark pushed her to try something more. She took his penis in her mouth and sucked experimentally. Mark put a hand in her hair to guide her. She followed his indications, making him moan and writhe under her ministration. She felt powerful, almost impossible when you stay with a colossus like him. He roared his pleasure and a surge of warm and creamy essence flowed in Fresia's mouth, who spontaneously swallowed it till the last drop, caressing his legs and chest at the same time.
Mark grabbed her by her shoulders and picked her up to kiss her wildly. No other woman had ever made him feel like that and Mark was confused and a little frightened. How could a little inexperienced girl make him react in that way?
"You're wonderful" he told her in between kisses then stood up, lifting her in his arms and walked up the stairs, to his bedroom. She hold tight on him, putting her head on his shoulder, while he carried her upstairs.
"I love you Mark" Fresia murmured. He didn't say anything, but tighten his hold on her.
Stephanie shut the computer, after Nora left her office. She had downloaded the video, selected the most juicy part and sent it to Fresia's cell, sure that she would have divulged it right away. Their revenge was perfect, she thought. That bitch had what she deserved. She took her purse and jacket and was about to leave the room when Paul entered, with a grin on his beautiful mouth. He dressed all black, elegant trousers and a polo that adhered to every muscle of his arms and chest.
God, what a spectacle – she thought sighing – I should bite him!
"Interesting meeting – he started – after I don't know how much time finally we managed to have a summit without the bothering chitchat of Stacy".
He paused a little and then continued
"But her mouth still can harvest a lot of victims" he said bursting out laughing. He closed the door behind him to not be heard while he bent on his knees, in hysterics. Stephanie joined him, incapable of repressing her hilarity. When they calmed down a little, drying their tears, he asked: "Why do I have the impression that you girls have something to do with this story?"
"Us? Why should we do something like that? Maybe because Stacy opened her mouth too much? Well, now she is a sewer even for herself". She replayed proudly.
Paul moved nearer, leaning on the wall before her. Stephanie could feel his warmth and would have given about anything to touch him… all.
"What would your father say if he knew what you have done?" he said.
She got upset. Her father?
"Paul, why are you so obsessed by my father? – she replayed in disdain – Don't you have your own opinions?"
He tried to answer, coming off the wall, but she didn't let him speak.
"I'm a grown woman, Paul, separated from my father, you know? Try it out yourself, maybe one day you'll be a man" she ended with fury, giving him a hard push. Hell, that stupid was afraid of her father, that's why he was avoiding her like the plague, after knowing the truth by Stacy. What a coward!
Paul was speechless, he didn't expect such violence and he didn't like it. While they were facing each other, someone knocked at the door.
"Come in" she yelled.
Kurt Angle put his head in the doorway. "Come in Kurt".
He entered the office, feeling immediately the tension permeating the room. He looked Paul and Stephanie alternatively and wondered if it wasn't better to cut and run.
"So Kurt, how can I help you?" she said smiling to him.
"I wondered if you would like… - he paused, looking at Paul – if you would like to join me to dinner. I don't like to eat alone".
"With pleasure, Kurt – she articulated – I don't like to eat alone too".
She took Kurt's arm and together they walked out the room, waving at Paul.
"Close the door when you leave, will you?" she mocked him.
Then they went away, chatting charmingly, leaving Paul eating his gut.
Fresia spent four days in Paradise. She passed every minute with Mark, night and day, laughing, chatting, swimming, cooking… and having sex as soon as Fresia was able to bear his vehemence, of course. they christened practically every room of the house, and there was many. Mark was insatiable and made her try every possible position to reach the supreme pleasure. Fresia loved every minute with him, both physically and spiritually. She found out the he loved animals and children and gave a good amount of money to charity every year but nobody knew it. He adored to ride one of his Harley Davidson in his free time, he had about twenty of those and he spent a lot of time in his personal gym, where he had even a real ring.
Fresia often stood there, looking while he trained with the sack, showing all his strength and agility. On day, at the end of the training, she couldn't resist her lust and jumped on him, heedless of the sweat soaking his pants and running down his chest. They ended up christening the ring too and Fresia knew that she would not have looked at a wrestling match with the same eyes.