My mind raced as I watched him, completely naked from the waist up and only a few feet away from me. Eyes drawn to his perfected abs, I fought the urge to drool as I watched a bead of sweat run slowly down the middle of his stomach. He noticed me staring and winked, licking his lips in the process. Such a tease. I looked down, noticing that I could clearly see his manhood bouncing happily as he ran on the treadmill. It had been in my hands only four days before, and my mind hadn't forgotten about it whatsoever. The thick shaft had been in my thoughts and dreams relentlessly since.
We were at the gym, that is to say, Matt, Scotty, Angela, myself and a few other wrestlers from FCW. A big 'friendly' thing where we pulled names out of a hat and whoever we were partnered with, we were to work out with that person and spot for them. Through sheer luck, I got Matt, and he was using the opportunity to make our workout far more friendly than intended. I had been grudgingly resisting him for well over an hour, possibly two, I'd lost track of time. When his hands had been all over me earlier as he tried to show me the 'correct' position to be in for one of the machines, I hadn't enjoyed it and I most certainly hadn't touched him up when it was his turn. Okay, maybe I did. But only a little. I swear.
He turned off his machine and it slowed down gently before coming to a complete stop, but I kept running on mine, my eyes fixated on the hunk. Grabbing his water bottle and towel, Matt stepped off his machine and took a sip of the water as he began wiping the sweat away from his body. He reached down with the towel, dipping into his shorts and pulling them slightly, cleverly exposing his manhood in a way that only I could see it.
My mind stopped as I stared, as did my legs, and soon I was on the ground near my machine staring up at the lights as numb pain shot through the back of my head and also my ass. Damn him. I was dazed out of it for a few moments, not knowing who or where I was, but I soon snapped out of it to see a concerned Matt above me, with the giggling duo of Scotty and the thing Angela behind him.
"Argh... you fucking wanker," I mumbled as I gently pressed my hand against the back of my head where it hurt. "What did you do that for?"
"Sorry, sorry," Matt whispered. I glared at him, then looked past him and glared at Angela and Scotty.
"And what the fuck are you two laughing at?" I snapped, mostly at Angela. I couldn't stand that bitch laughing at me, ooh, if only she knew what I'd done with her man. She wouldn't be laughing then. No, she'd be crying her eyes out. That or she'd slit my neck. I would if I were in her position, which is why I turned Matt down and had been continuing to do so since he had offered we break up with out respective partners.
Angela shrugged and stopped laughing, but her grin remained. Scotty seemed to sober up, and soon he was kneeling on the other side of me and leaning in close. "Are you hurt, baby?" he asked. I wanted to punch him for being so nice.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine."
"Good," he said with a little smirk. "Oy vey, you went down harder than my Great Aunt May at her 75th birthday party. That old bird loves her some drink and young guys. She thought she could seduce a seventeen year old by rolling around on the ground with her skirt hitched up to her waist... oy vey, the memories..." I stared strangely at Scotty and was glad to notice I wasn't the only one. Matt and Angela were, too, as was a couple who had just walked past us.
"Can I go have a shower yet?" I didn't wait for an answer and stood up using a machine for support. My ass was really starting to ache, and it was showing with how precariously I was standing.
"You need some help back to the locker room, baby?" Scotty asked, holding onto my arm in an attempt to be sweet and support me to stand. I snatched my arm back, glaring angrily at him.
"No." I accepted a kiss on the cheek from Scotty, then limped past Angela and Matt on my way back to the locker room.
"Hopey!" I ignored Angela as I walked slowly away. "Hopey! Okay I guess you're angry? I'll see you later, don't forget I'm moving in with you guys tomorrow!"
I growled and continued ignoring the bitch. My hands massaged my ass gingerly as I walked angrily. I couldn't believe I'd been embarrassed, all because I was so wrapped up in what Matt was packing. Even if it was impressive to look at, it wasn't worth the humiliation I felt at being made to look like a silly little girl. Damn him.
"Look at you, teasing me," I heard Matt joke quietly into my ear. "Rubbing your ass like that in full view of the public, though? That's a bit lame."
I glared at him, "at least I didn't get my cock out in the full view of the public and cause someone to get hurt."
Matt sniggered, "you have a cock?"
"Oh, ha ha. Very funny. You know what I mean," I couldn't help smiling, even if it was for a short while. I didn't want to play around with him, he hurt me. I wanted my Katie. Waah.
I stopped and rested against a wall, whimpering in self pity over the pain erupting in my ass. I'd have bet good money that the next day it would be covered in bruises. Slowly, I got off the wall and kept on limping as Matt walked next to me. He snaked his arm around my waist, to help relieve me of pressure and probably to also have our bare skin touching again. I didn't mind either way, I got tingles whenever he touched me and I loved it.
"I feel pretty bad now, you can barely walk. Want me to take you out to lunch, right now? Somewhere fancy like Jade, all on me, I'll make it up to you," Matt offered, smiling down at me. My heart almost melted, he looked so sweet.
"Yeah, that'll be nice. Book it." I smirked as he nodded. We soon reached the women's locker room and he opened the door for me, holding it open. I slowly limped in, looking around. It was empty, except for one woman who headed to the shower almost as soon as we entered and soon disappeared from view. "Can you do me a favour?" I asked as I looked over my shoulder at Matt.
He nodded, "Sure, anything you want."
"Come in and close the door behind you," I said as I reached my locker and retrieved the key from my sports bra, unlocking it and retrieving my towel for the showers. Matt complied and stood dumbly by the door, watching me.
I reached to my top, pulling it over my head and throwing it to the ground, then doing the same with my sports bra, freeing my breasts. Matt's eyebrows raised and he licked his lips as he watched my breasts swing as I leaned down to slide my very short shorts off. I turned my ass to him and looked over my shoulder with a little smirk, which he didn't see because his eyes were firmly fixed on my naked butt.
"Tell me if it looks like there's going to be any permanent damage, would you?"
Matt swallowed and I noticed he had a firm bulge in his shorts. "Er, nah. Don't look like it. Although..." he slowly made his way over to me, twisting and turning his head as he observed my backside. "I think I have to get a close up view to really know," he grinned cheekily and gently took a hold of one of my cheeks, kneading it in his hand. He dropped down to his knees and kissed the other cheek gently, I could swear I felt his tongue for a brief moment, too. "Nah, it all looks great down here."
I turned around and Matt's eyes widened as they spotted my 'lady garden'. "You want me to kiss that too?" I smirked and covered my shaven haven from his view. "Damn, I really wanted to," he said. I laughed and covered up my nipples with my other arm. "God, you're a real kill joy, ya know that?"
"Go order our table," I said firmly, but with a smile on my face. Wrapping my towel around my body, I winked at him and quickly left to go take a shower. When I came back ten minutes later, he was gone and my workout clothes were in my locker. How considerate of him.
I took my time getting changed back into my 'normal clothes', making sure I looked absolutely perfect. We were going to lunch, after all, in my eyes it was pretty much a date without it being an actual date. Just friends, going out to lunch together. Nothing special, but I wanted to look good anyway.
I reached into my jean's pocket as soon as I'd put them on, as I'd stashed my cell phone there earlier. My heart sank as I saw I had over ten missed calls from Katie in the past hour. Instantly, I hit redial and pressed the phone to my ear. After a few rings, Katie answered. She sounded upset and kept sniffing, as if she were crying.
"Hello love," she answered. I heard her snort and sigh sadly.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Well... can't explain over the phone. I need to see you. Can you come?"
"Of course I can, Katie! Actually, do you want to come out to lunch? Just me and you? To er.. Jade?" I wanted to treat her, to make her feel better even though I didn't know what was even wrong. Matt could have lunch with me another day, he was only a little game anyway, nothing would come from out flirting. My Katie needed me!
"Yeah, love. When?"
"Now. I think we're booked under Matt's name. I'll meet you there?"
"Yeah. Thanks, love." I didn't get a chance to respond as Katie hung up. Rushing around, I packed all my things into my workout bag, put on a pair of shades and threw it over my shoulder as I stormed out of the room despite my aching butt. Matt was standing outside, fully dressed and looking sexy, obviously waiting for me. I suddenly felt bad, but then remembered Katie and frowned at him.
"Give me your car keys," I demanded, opening my hand out to him as I waited for him to give them to me. I hadn't really expected him to give them to me, so I was shocked when a jangling set of keys landed in my hand. "Thanks. I'll see you at home later."
"Wait, what about our da-- our lunch?" Matt asked as he followed me out of the gym.
"Oh, yeah. Um, we'll have to go out to lunch some other time," I pressed the button to unlock his car and threw my bag onto the back seat, then got into the driver's seat. Before closing the door, I leaned out and smiled. "Thanks, by the way."
I started the car up and pulled out of the parking lot, driving away as I watched Matt slowly shrink away from view in the rear view mirror.
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"Who the fuck did this to you?" I demanded, pointing my finger right in Katie's face furiously. Despite wearing large sunglasses and heaps of foundation, there was an obvious large bruise covering Katie's left eye and the surrounding area. She looked around nervously, at all the high class people around us secretly, yet quite obviously, staring at us.
"Calm down, love, it's not that bad," she said as she lifted a hand to shield her face from the people around us. I fumed, tilting my head to observe the bruising better. I didn't want to embarrass Katie any more in public, it was obvious she didn't want any attention right now. So, I sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the table and just stared at her for a few seconds.
"Seriously, who did this, Katie?" I quietly questioned, leaning forward across the table to take her free hand in both of mine.
"Not now," she said, nodding her head to the people watching us at the table next to ours. I glared at them and they sheepishly went back to eating. "Anyway," she said with a weak smile spreading over her face, "I think I should be asking you the same thing? Was it Scotty? Or was it Matt?"
"Did they what?" I asked, utterly perplexed.
"Come on, don't feed me this bollocks, love. I saw you hobbling in here, you've been shagged royally hard haven't you? I say it was Matt, you dirty little minx!" She grinned as my cheeks grew red and I averted my eyes away from hers.
"No," I said quietly. "I fell over, my arse is sore."
"Right," she grinned wide and winked cheekily at me. Damn it, she didn't believe me!
"I'm serious!"
"I'm sure you are, love," I could see through the dark tinted glasses that there was definite mirth in her eyes. I couldn't help but smile, she'd looked so miserable when I'd walked in and now she was so happy. But I needed to know what happened to her.
"Please tell me," I pleaded gently. She grabbed a menu from the table and opened it up in front of her, effectively cutting me off. "Oh, come on. I'm supposed to be your best friend, I want to help you!"
"Shall we order now?" she asked, changing the subject quickly. "I think I know what I want."
I huffed and picked up my own menu, leaning back in my chair and moodily looking through the contents. It wasn't like I could choose anything off the menu, the horrible thing about being a Diva is the diet. It has to be healthy. Lots of green stuff that tastes like a used diaper. Yum, yum.
We ordered, both of us having a 'special' salad of the chef's own person design; then we sat in silence together. I watched Katie with my arms crossed over my chest. My eyes were fixated on the bruise; I needed information on it and Katie obviously wasn't going to give me any details. "Please tell me," I prodded gently.
"Please just drop it?" she asked angrily, I sensed a little hurt behind her words too. "I just.. please?" her voice cracked slightly and I suddenly felt extremely guilty. If she didn't want to tell me, I realized, she didn't have to tell me. We may have been best friends, but she had obviously been hurt by someone and if she needed a little more time to deal with it before telling me, then that would be fine.
I smiled weakly, "I'm sorry. It's just, I don't know. I care about you so much and it's just so unlike you to be so quiet and guarded with me. I don't know what to do. But I'll drop it, you can tell me in your own time, if you ever want to tell me."
She smiled back, although weaker than my own. "I'll tell you what, if you promise me we'll have a vodka night tonight, I'll tell you when we're a bit tipsy. Deal?"
"Deal," I grinned and licked my lips. It had been a while since I'd had the wonderful taste of vodka on my lips and I was already looking forward to tonight.
Our food came and we ate for a few minutes in a comfortable silence before Katie spoke. "So tell me which one it was who tore you up in the bedroom? Matt or Scotty? Oooh or maybe it was another man? Hope French, you shady lady!" I glared at Katie, then threw a slice of tomato at her before laughing. The bitch. I loved her.
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It was just nearing 10 pm and Katie and I were in my kitchen. Having already been drinking for a little over two hours, we were both slightly drunk. Together, at my kitchen table, we were laughing our heads off. Why we were laughing? We had absolutely no idea, but neither of us could stop. As soon as we were calming down, we'd catch a glimpse of the other and the laughter would start up all over again. My gut was hurting from laughing so much. The radio was playing, but neither of us were playing particular attention to it as we giggled away together.
"Matt did itsh," Katie said, suddenly serious. No trace of a smile was on her face.
"Whash?" I asked, screwing up my face in confusion but still chuckling slightly.
"Hardy. Matt Hardy my boyfwend, or ex, did dish to my fashe," she pointed to the bruise and the drunken me swung my arm out in fury, toppling the vodka bottle and spilling the last quarter of it everywhere. Neither of us cared at this point. Katie began crying and I rushed to her side, leaning onto the soaking table as I wrapped my arms around my best friend.
"Ish okay! He'sh a bashtard anywaysh. You do mush better than that cush!"
"He foundsh my army of boysh. Went mental. Hit me and leftsh me," she blubbed into my shoulder. "I lovesh him!" Then, quite suddenly she jumped up, scaring me to hell the process and began dancing like a retard with her arms up in the air and gyrating madly. "I lovesh this shong! I sho shexy! Wahoo!"
'If You Seek Amy' by Britney Spears was playing over the radio and I laughed dumbly as I watched Katie hump a chair to the beat of the song. I didn't really care about her sudden personality flip; I was too drunk to really care much about anything at that point. I couldn't quite comprehend what she was even saying and even though it seemed heartless, I felt it best to leave a conversation about what she had just revealed for later. Later as in, when I was sober and could actually be of use to her.
Leaving Katie alone, I went to the toilet and quickly did my business. As I was leaving the room, Matt came in through the front door. He looked knackered, but livened up as soon as he heard the radio and Katie's awful singing along to it in the kitchen. I hobbled over to him, giggling again and pressed myself up against him. Almost instantly, I recoiled and dumbly marvelled at my own chest.
"Oh my Godsh! I sho wet!" I patted my own soaked chest and giggled as I squeezed my own boobs, momentarily forgetting Matt was there. "You girlsh are my besht fwends, I lovesh yas," I said to my breasts, giggling and blowing kisses to them both.
"Hope, are you drunk?" Matt asked with his goofy grin as he closed the space between us. His voice shocked and scared me, causing me to jump and stare at him in awe.
"Oh my Godsh, Matt! I'm sho wet! Can you believesh it? Isn't it amashing?!"
His grin remained on his face as he chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into him. "Yeah, it is amazing."
"I knowsh a shecret, Matt," I said with a giggle.
"Oh really?" his eyebrow raised up slightly and he brushed some of my hair away from my face. I must have looked a right state, drunk with mascara and eye liner running down my face from the tears of laughter from earlier. I nodded frantically. "And what's this secret, Hope?"
"Ish about Missh Piggy Angela. She'sh a whore!" I giggled and began dancing to the end of 'If You Seek Amy' while in his arms. "You wantsh to if you sheek Amy don'tsh ya?"
"Er, sure? I don't know what that means-"
"You wantsh to f u c k mesh! Gosh!" I interjected furiously. How dare he be so dumb. I was drunk and even I knew that.
"Well, yeah. Of course I do," he grinned and licked his lips, then his expression changed into a frown. "Wait, what do you mean Angela's a whore?"
"Shilly boy," I laughed, hitting him on the chest as I whooped in joy. "Vodshki night, before, she did-"
"HOPE! Where ish you?" Katie came stumbling out of the kitchen. She laid eyes on Matt and me, with me in his arms and her eyes widened. She smirked and wiggled her eyebrows. "Guessh I know what one shagged yoush rotten then don'tsh I?"
I giggled and broke away from Matt, staggering over to Katie and wrapping my arms around her. "I lovesh you Katie. Lesh go do some shtupid shit!"
"Like wha'?" she giggled, eyeing up Matt as we continued to hug each other.
"The piggy'sh moving in tomorrowsh. Lesh make her have to pay, like, loadsh of money to her land lord before she doesh. Lesh break her windowsh or shomething." I giggled insanely while Katie cackled.
"No, you won't, Hope," Matt said from behind me. I could just see his grin, though. He wasn't taking us seriously, which made me more determined to actually do it.
"Yesh she will!" Katie snapped. It seemed like he had made Katie more determined, too. She dragged me by my arm, pushing Matt out of the way with a giggle and we set off laughing madly together to Angela's.
"Hope, come back! You can't do this!" We could hear Matt shouting from the door to our apartment block, but we both ignored him. It wasn't like he was racing after us, anyway.
It didn't take us long to reach Angela's house. Luckily, her next door neighbours were building an extension and there was building equipment out in their front garden. Katie left me singing incoherently to myself outside Angela's house as she searched around for a few heavy but still throwable items for us. She came back with two pieces of a broken brick.
"Seesh that window?" Katie pointed to one of Angela's upstairs windows, the only one with a light on. "Aimsh for that!" I nodded and geared up to throw my brick. Katie counted us down, and together we hurled our bricks at Angela's home.
My brick landed miserably only a few feet away from us, which caused me to burst out in a fresh fit of giggles. Katie, however, had an amazing aim for a drunken person. Her brick didn't hit the upstairs window, but it did manage to smash through one of the downstairs windows. She quickly dragged me into a bush, where we stayed hidden as Angela opened her front door and tore out of it with a baseball bat in hand to look down the street. My giggling must have given us away, as Angela crept over to the bush we were hiding in.
"Who's there?" she called out.
Katie leaned towards my ear and whispered, "on the countsh of three, we runs." I nodded and suppressed a giggle. Angela raised her baseball bat up threateningly as she approached us. "One," Angela was only a few feet away. "Two. Three! Go!"
I watched as Katie ran out of the bush, shoving Angela to the ground as she blurred past. She ran away down the street while I was still thinking about my move. I eventually got out of the bush, too, albeit much slower than Katie. Stepping on Angela's stomach as I ran after Katie, I couldn't help but laugh evilly and stare back at her as I ran. The bad thing is, she saw me too and realization soon dawned on her as she watched me speed away. I didn't care.
"There'sh nothing like shome mindless deshtruction to take yer mind off an abushive ex-boyfwend," Katie said as we approached my apartment block. Matt was sitting on the steps outside, watching us furiously as we approached him.
"Go shtraight in, me and him needsh to talk," I whispered to Katie. She nodded and cackled, probably remembering in glee what we'd just done to Angela. She stumbled up the stairs and entered the building as I sat down next to Matt.
He said nothing for a few minutes, then turned to me, his eyes alight in fury. "You broke her windows, didn't you?"
"Yesh," I said proudly, my head held high.
"How could you, Hope? That's.. that's illegal!" He suddenly stood up, leering down at me. I looked at him helplessly. Couldn't he tell I did it for him? Because Angela cheated on him? Because I loved him? Because I was off-my-face drunk?
"I'm shorry!" I yelled as tears began to run down my face. I couldn't stand him being angry at me, especially when I was drunk. I pushed my hands against my face and wiped my tears away but continued sobbing to myself. Soon Matt's arm was around my shoulders and I was pulled into him.
"I'm sorry, too, I guess," he said gently. He stroked my hair as I kept bawling.
"A-Are you mad at mesh?" I blubbed. He sighed.
"How could I be mad at you, Hope?" I smiled and hiccuped. I transferred my head from his chest to his shoulder and closed my eyes.
"I lovesh you," I admitted. "More than yoush ever know." Then I abruptly fell asleep, right then and there.
Matt, not knowing this until I snored quite a while later, replied quietly. "I love you too." I didn't hear him in the Land of Nod.
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A.N: Woohoo. That wasn't too long to wait for this chapter, was it? I hope you all enjoyed it, because I sure as hell enjoyed writing this chapter. The Vodka Night parts of this story are especially fun to write for me, they're basically memoirs of various real life vodka nights all merged into one. I'm a bit of a bad/horny girl once I've had a bit of the old Vodski in me. -blushes-
As always, a HUGE thank you goes out to my wonderful reviewers. This is a new record, as I had 8 reviews for the last chapter. Woop! So as always, thanks to: faither, Alexa, BournePriceless54, Straight Edge Queen, JohnCenaFan, X..x.X, HBKnY2J4eva and Lily. It's much appreciated and I love you all!!
Oh, and I just thought I'd mention that I'm going to be debuting a new story, hopefully within the next few days. It'll be a Cody Rhodes/OC/Ted DiBiase story so feel free to check it out if you want. I have a feeling it'll be a good one. Okay, I'm done pimping.. Hehe.