DISCLAIMER: As much as it breaks my heart to admit it, I do not own anyone or anything connected to Vince McMahon and his awesomeness. I can only claim property rights of OC.
*** A/N – This chapter and the following chapter actually take place at the same time. To prevent too much confusion, I have written them as separate pieces. ***
Across the city, in another section of L.A.
Randy couldn't wait to get out of the production meeting. He was bored stiff. McMahon had been running at the mouth for over an hour, reminding them how important the next few weeks were. They had to start getting everything in line for the next big P.P.V. event. It was the first time for the P.P.V. and McMahon wanted to build as much hype as possible. Randy breathed a sigh of relief as he followed Mark Henry out of the conference room.
Mark stopped in the hallway, motioning for Randy to stop. "Hey, man. The boys are going out, you up?"
Randy smiled. He knew exactly what Mark and "the boys" were going to do. Mark Henry knew the name and rating of every gentleman's club in the country. The man loved women. Big, tall, short, athletic; it didn't matter, Mark found something attractive about each woman he came across. Randy considered Mark's offer. Maybe what he needed was a little distraction. Maybe the company of a beautiful woman, or several beautiful women, was what he needed to take his attention away from Claire. It sure as hell wasn't going to hurt. Randy was starting to wonder if his attraction to Claire was simply because he'd hit a dry spell.
"I'm up. When are we going?"
"As soon as MVP's done running his mouth for the promos we'll head out." Mark rubbed his hands together. "I can't wait. We're going to Exotica; the most beautiful women you could ask for."
Randy nodded and clapped Mark on the back. "I can't wait."
Randy was relieved to find he was right. All he had needed was the company of a beautiful woman to forget about Claire. The curvy blonde snuggled against his side was working magic on him as her fingers stroked over his chest. She had honed in on them the minute they had walked in the door and been ushered to the V.I.P. section. She had introduced herself as Belle and immediately sat down next to him. He didn't know if she recognized him or if she just found him hot. Either way, didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was willing. Mark Henry laughed at something the redhead next to him said. He was digging all the attention being thrown their way. He had his arm wrapped around the redhead while a brunette draped herself over the back of their booth.
Randy took a deep drink from his beer and motioned for the waitress to bring another. She returned quickly with a fresh one and leaned over the table, flashing her cleavage. She was making sure there was no question that she was interested. Belle reached across Randy and pulled a ten-dollar bill from the stack and tossed it onto the waitress' tray. The girl made a noise under her breath as she walked away. Disappointment doesn't look good on her Randy thought. His gaze moved around the club. Mark had been right.
Exotica catered to every kind of taste a man could have. He saw every type of woman on Earth. Randy felt like a kid at Willy Wonka's magic factory. All he had to do was sit back and pick out what he wanted. Randy glanced down at the blonde curled against him. He watched as her fingers moved from resting on her thigh to his. His breath left on a hiss as she slid her hand up the inside of his leg. He leaned his head back against the booth and enjoyed her touch. Too long. Randy thought as Belle continued stroking him. He hadn't been with anyone in a couple of weeks. Practically a drought for a man that was used to being flooded. Belle made a soft sound in the back of her throat as she felt Randy respond to her. She ran her nails over his growing bulge. She wasn't going to have to wait much longer. Belle looked up at him, then tilted her head toward the hallway where the bathrooms were. Randy knew that signal. He nodded once and Belle slipped from his side. Impatiently, Randy watched as Belle moved down the hall to the ladies' room. He couldn't wait to join her. He was so hot that he wondered if he had a fever. Randy glanced at his watch, making sure he would time it right. He rose from the table and slapped Mark Henry on the shoulder.
"Going to the head."
Randy forced himself to walk calmly down the hall. He glanced both ways to make sure no one was watching before ducking into the ladies' room. Randy let the door close behind him and quickly locked it. Belle was standing in front of the mirror, fluffing her hair. She turned to him, a smile taking over her cherry-colored lips, "Took you long enough."
Randy crossed the room in three quick strides and roughly pulled Belle against him. He wasn't in the mood for gentleness. He wanted her, quick and hard. Belle moaned, the sound echoing off the walls. "Not so fast, baby, let me make this good."
Belle pushed away from him with a smile. She reached for his belt buckle and slowly separated the two halves. Randy groaned as she lowered his fly and slid a hand inside. Belle gasped in appreciation as she began to trace his length. She slightly pushed against him. Randy backed up until his ass connected with the cold tile of the counter. Belle smiled a wicked little smile as she knelt before him.
Randy's moan broke free as he watched Belle kneel. She slowly tugged his pants further down his thighs. She pulled away from him, her eyes drinking in the sight of him. He watched in fascination as Belle wrapped her hand around him and slowly stroked. His bones melted at her touch. It had been way too fucking long. Randy's eyes closed as Belle worked him. He leaned back against the sink as her free hand slid over his abs, shoving his black silk shirt out of her path. He felt his six-pack contract as she continued stroking him. With one hand, he reached forward and ran his fingers through her curly blonde hair. Randy let the stroking continue a moment longer. His hand drifted to cover hers as the pumping motion continued.
For a moment Randy let himself fantasize. He found himself imagining a different place, some place that didn't smell like beer and cigarettes. He let himself pretend that this was different. Unbidden, a picture of Claire drifted into his mind. He could so clearly see the bright blue eyes, the pouting pink lips. He could see the dark wave of her hair as he wrapped the length around his fist. Randy's moaning grew louder as the picture formed even more solidly in his mind. He could imagine Claire's touch on his heated skin, driving him insane. My Claire.
Claire? What the fuck? Startled, Randy pushed away the hands that had just a moment ago had been working wonders on him. NO! This was wrong. Way wrong! He couldn't stand here and let some strange chick jack him off while he thought of Claire. What the fuck was wrong with him? Roughly, Randy pulled up his slacks and stuffed himself back inside. He quickly zipped up and buckled his belt. He moved to the door, leaving a bewildered Belle still kneeling on the floor. He didn't stop to look back. He headed out of the club and into the cool darkness of the night. He couldn't wait to get back to the hotel.
*** A/N – Yes, I know Randy should be ashamed of himself. Try not to hate him too much. At least the thought of Claire saved him from himself. Please review!!! ***
