Author's Note: This chapter is not for the weak at heart...or anywhere else. Consider yourself warned...

The WWE Canada tour was wrapping up. The finale would take place in Calgary Alberta. A sold out live event had been held on Friday in Toronto and the following day, Saturday was filled with appearances, fan events, and media obligations for nearly every Superstar. Sunday was scheduled as a travel day and a time for the talent to attempt to regroup. For Memphis, the tour had been great. The shows had been amazing and she had been able to referee at least two matches every night. That Saturday had been nonstop for the WWE's most beautiful official. She had appeared on several local television shows, done four radio interviews and sat with a magazine and newspaper reporter. She had never done that much media work at once. It was a challenge but it was fun. The downside was being away from Phil all week. She missed him terribly but at least they would meet up on Sunday night in Calgary and the plan was for her to go back to Chicago with him and spend the much needed three day break together as a couple. They spoke by phone and Skype often. Most of the media Memphis did on her own but she did have one appearance with The Miz and another with some of the Divas. It was fun and exhausting. On Saturday evening, some of the wrestlers had decided to get together for some relaxation.

Anthony "Santino Marella" Carelli, Stephen "Sheamus" Farrelly, Randy Orton, Jake "Jack Swagger" Hager, Kevin "Alex Riley" Kiley Jr., Barbara "Kelly Kelly" Blank, Josh Matthews and Memphis Kramer had gotten together first for dinner at Harbour Sixty Steakhouse. The atmosphere inside the restaurant was amazing and it was nice hanging out among friends. Everyone was in an unusual mellow and good mood. It was nice to just let loose and enjoy some time off. Laughter and conversation was plentiful at the large table. The Applewood Smoked Salmon had been to die for and after the meal, the crew enjoyed front row seating watching the Toronto Raptors taking on the Miami Heat. It was a welcome change to be the spectator for once. Memphis was on cloud nine. That was the comrade she had hoped for and dreamed about when she first started with the company. Now it was real.

During dinner she had only had one alcoholic beverage. She had sat comfortably between Randy and Barb. During the game again she had sat next to Randy and also Kevin. Randy's torturous bad boy behavior and his crossing the line hitting on her had been all but forgotten. He and Memphis were on a clean slate and the hour stuck inside the elevator in New Jersey had only brought them closer. He was a friend and how she got along with him was just the same as how she got along with the other guys on the roster. Throughout the course of the evening they had talked and laughed and had even shared some popcorn during the game. As time grew later, she did not want the night to end. She'd had so much fun with the group. It was the best night of her life so far with the company. The ride back to the hotel was prolonged due to the heavy volume of traffic leaving the Air Canada Centre. Barb, Josh, and Tony had ridden in Stephen's rental car while Memphis had caught a ride with Jake. Kevin sat in the front leaving Memphis and Randy in the back. The weather was cold outside and it took a long time for the car to heat up. The conversation inside the vehicle was sparse and casual but the mood was still one of contentment evidenced as Memphis and Randy flashed each other a warm smile. It was shortly after eleven when the tired gang reached their destination at the Soho Metropolitan Hotel. Everyone said good night, leaving Randy and Memphis behind.

"You want to grab a drink?" Memphis nonchalantly suggested.

Randy looked at her and shrugged, nodding in agreement. Recognized by the friendly wait staff of Hemisphere's, the pair was ushered in to a private corner table. Memphis slid her coat off and Randy helped her, draping it over the back of the chair.

"You want a shot?" he asked.

She playfully rolled her eyes.

"No shots tonight. Do you like wine?"

"Never really got into that stuff," he admitted.

"Try a glass with me," she summoned the waiter over. "Two glasses of Cabernet and also an assorted cheese plate, please."

Within a few minutes, their order had been delivered. Randy took a sip and made a face.

"It doesn't get better," he shook his head.

"Try some cheese with it. It brings out the flavor. Besides, when have you ever had wine?"

"Sam loved it. She used to try to get me to drink all different kinds but it never caught on. I'm sort of a beer and hard liquor kind of guy, in case you hadn't figured that out."

"I sort of had a clue," she teased.

"It's not like I'm a lush or anything."

"I'm not judging," she leaned back in her seat. "I'm no stranger to Jack and Vodka among other things."

Randy raised an eyebrow.

"Funny as hard as you work for the shows and with your law background and now being Mrs. Straight Edge, it's kind of hard picturing you as the party girl."

"Ha ha," she frowned, his dig at Phil not lost on her. "I wasn't a party girl by any means. Pretty much everything I have ever done whether it was law school or working the Indy promotions, I put my whole heart and soul into it. It wasn't easy by any means. It always seemed to be some kind of issue or another. Most of the time I was broke or there was a problem with whatever bum I was dating at the time. And I remember always having these feelings of not being good enough, like I was chasing unattainable dreams. Sometimes it really got to me and it's not like I'm proud of it but I buried many a sorrow at the bottom of an empty bottle."

Randy tapped his fingers against the table.

"You didn't mention any of that in your FHM interview."

"I was embarrassed. This is new for me, letting people into my private life like that. I'm still having a hard time figuring out why the public is so interested in me. I don't think I'm ready to let that guard down just yet, hell, I don't know if I'll ever be able to."

"Understandable."

She bit her lip and gave a coy smile.

"You read my FHM interview?"

He shrugged.

"Why not?"

"I don't know…it just kind of makes me feel weird. It's not a bad thing but…"

"I get it. It's about being real and letting people in and as much as they want that, half the time either they don't want to see or just can't handle the truth."

"Well yeah."

"I feel you. That's why I never did the DVD or book thing."

She took another sip of wine.

"Yeah, you're one of the biggest guys in the company and like the only one not to have a DVD or book out."

"My life ain't all fucking hunky dory and I admit that is mostly my own fault. I can accept that. I've made a lot of bad choices, used some really poor judgment at times. I've lost a lot because of that. I'm changing or at least I'm trying to but it's rough. People look at that and pick apart every aspect of your life like they have some right to do that. I guess I'm not ready to face it yet. It's been ten years and I feel like I have another ten or so left in my career. I feel like I have a long way to go as far as being a better man. One day I will tell my story…I think it's important but right now is not the time."

Memphis completely understood his candor.

"The interview wasn't too brutal and neither were the ones we had this weekend. I guess I'm waiting on the big one where they ask about my most embarrassing moment."

"Which is?"

Her face turned bright red.

"I am not telling you that."

"I'll tell you mine and I have a few," he offered.

"Let me guess, someone went to roll you up in the ring and your trunks got pulled down and everybody saw your ass."

Randy had some more wine.

"That happens to every wrestler. In fact that has happened to me several times and 20,000 people seeing my bare ass was not nearly as bad as the time the damned things came completely down and they saw my dick."

Memphis cringed.

"Oh my God…"

"True story. Google image it if you don't believe me but that's not the worst thing."

"I am afraid to ask."

"It was my first International tour with the WWE, I'm talking years ago and I had to use the bathroom and I get in there and I am pissing like a race horse and we hit this godawful patch of turbulence and I fall against the door, which swings wide open making me fall on the floor peeing myself in front of the entire coach section."

Memphis giggled.

"You are quite the exhibitionist."

"What can I say? Now I told you mine so you have to tell me yours," he prodded.

"Okay," she finally sighed. "It was college and I was dating this guy and we were hanging out and went to a store and I had these too small track shorts on and he thought I had a string hanging from them so he yanked it but it turned out that it was attached to my bloody tampon."

Randy laughed so loud he almost choked.

"Now that is fucking classic, definitely one for the ages."

"I am still mortified over that one. I wanted to die. And hell no, I will never cop to it in an interview."

They laughed again and kept talking, enjoying meaningless chit chatter and each other's company until they noticed that the establishment had shut down and the staff was just being polite allowing them to linger behind.

"Damn, it's after one," Randy commented as he looked down at his watch.

Time had gotten away from them. Though he'd only had two or three sips of his wine and her first glass was still half full, they had gotten lost in the moment and in each other. Randy settled the tab and left a more than generous tip as the two stood. He helped Memphis back into her jacket and she shuddered as they touched. Slowly she turned around and found herself staring into the hypnotic and mesmerizing sky blue eyes of the Apex Predator. He was such a beautiful man, so sexy that she felt paralyzed. Something happened in those minutes that they stared at each other, something that would change them forever.

"We should get going," she said softly.

He silently agreed and walked her out to the elevator. Both had rooms on the tenth floor at opposite ends of the hall. The elevator seemed to take forever to reach their destination and although the car moved smoothly, Memphis once again felt like there was no air, that she was trapped by and with the Viper. An aura of weird and intense tension had come out of nowhere. It was tangible just like Nattie and Melina had described but only now she was seeing it for the first time. Finally they arrived on the tenth floor and the doors opened. Memphis' room was first and she waved the key card in front of the door signifying the green light to come on. For some reason her hand trembled as she opened the door. Randy was still standing there. He gave her one last look before turning and heading to his own room. He reached the door and stopped, noticing that she was still looking at him. Even from the short distance he could tell that her heart was pounding and her breathing was heavy. Walking back towards her, he went and stood right in front of her. She looked up at him and bit her lip before walking backwards a few steps into the room. Randy followed and the door closed behind them.

There was no turning back then. Randy grabbed her by the arm and pulled her roughly towards him. It was what he had been wanting for since the first time he had ever laid eyes on her. His lips hungrily captured hers and though there was mild resistance at first, soon she was kissing back. He loved tasting the remnants of wine in her mouth. In fact, wine had never tasted so good. He couldn't stop kissing her and she reciprocated his eagerness as she struggled to pull off his leather jacket. It fell to the floor but she wasn't done, not satisfied until his shirt joined it. There he was, Randy Orton, the subject matter of every woman's wet dream standing shirtless in front of her. Lust filled his blue eyes, darkening them and suddenly she felt afraid. It was wrong. What was she doing? He wasn't supposed to be there. Neither was drunk but they had gotten swept up in a moment and now things were definitely going too far. She had a boyfriend that she loved, who loved her. She couldn't be in a hotel room like that with Randy Orton.

He sensed her fears and hesitation. She recoiled a bit but he responded by running his hands all over the perfect roundness of her ass. His lips attacked her neck before pulling her coat and shirt off. Underneath she wore a tank top and bra. He slid the first strap down with his teeth, nipping at the exposed flesh of her shoulder. Without a second thought, his growing impatience got the best of him as he pulled it over her head. With one quick motion and a single hand, he unsnapped her bra and let it fall off her. God, she was hot. Her breasts were natural, firm and just the right size. He placed his palms on either one, squeezing the warm skin. He smiled to himself as he felt her nipples harden underneath his touch as he rolled them between his fingers.

Memphis let out a near guttural moment the minute his tongue found her breasts. He latched onto her left nipple, suckling it softly before alternating with a lick and gentle bite. When she was about to go crazy, he blew on it, sending her senses into erotic overdrive. He repeated the same actions on the right side and Memphis felt like she might faint. Nobody had ever made her feel like that and her jeans were still on. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, dropping her on it as he kneeled over her. She said nothing verbally but her dark eyes beseeched him to stop what he was doing. He responded by kicking off his socks and shoes. The next thing she heard was the clink of his belt being undone. Then he was left in a pair of black boxer briefs with a huge bulge in the middle that left nothing to the imagination.

Randy could almost see the fear in her eyes. It only made him desire her more. He smothered her with kisses again, this time lowering his head until he was playing near her belly button. He felt the contractions of her toned abdominal muscles beneath him. One finger grazed over the center of her black panties and instantly he felt how wet she was. There was a pool between her thighs and he had barely gotten started. He rubbed her through the soft material, using it to stimulate her clit. She writhed back and forth and he grabbed her hand for assistance. He wanted to watch her pleasure herself just like she had done that night in the gym with Phil.

His tongue suddenly lashing against her pussy was driving Memphis over the edge. She had been embarrassed for him to see her so naked and exposed but any sense of shame went quickly by the wayside. It was so much intense pleasure that it almost hurt. He ate her out with expertise, using his lips, tongue, and fingers to work what could only be described as pure magic. Memphis tossed her head back, enjoying the foreplay but she could feel him staring at her. Looking down she noticed he was watching her every facial expression the whole time he was orally pleasing her. She wanted to give into embarrassment, she wanted to turn away but she couldn't. A part of her loved the fact that he was watching her and it made her want to keep watching him doing such delectable and wicked things to her body.

He finally extracted his two fingers from inside her. They were practically dripping with sweet honey that had come from her depths. Without warning he smeared the juices all over her lips. Like a wonton slut, she desperately lapped up every bit of the intoxicating liquid. And that's when he knew he had her right where he wanted her. He stood and pulled down his underwear letting his rock hard cock spring free. It dripped with precum and he dipped his hand inside her again to use her juices to lube him up. Randy stroked himself a few times and watched intently as his lover practically salivated at the sight. He guided her head towards his length and closed his eyes as she sucked him. It was truly a beautiful thing watching her slob his dick, watching her little heart shaped mouth drive him wild. He ran his fingers through her chestnut brown hair, massaging the scalp with the tips of his thick fingers as her head bobbed up and down.

Memphis didn't want to go down on Randy but she couldn't help it. He had the most beautiful penis she had ever seen. Everything about him was exquisite. As he stood there as naked as the day he was born, he looked like a sculpted Greek god or least a photoshopped dreamboat with his super tanned skin and gorgeous arrangement of body art. Every crevice, every muscle was perfect, especially his thighs. Now they were both naked and knee deep in foreplay that was only getting more intense by the second. Even though it felt like heaven, she knew it was wrong. But she was in control. Memphis could and would stop it at any time. It was still salvageable because they hadn't had intercourse yet. That was still Phil's sacred, special place and as long as she didn't give that to Randy, as long as she didn't let him enter her, it was okay.

Randy smirked as he grabbed her around the middle and flipped her over. He could tell she wasn't expecting it. He had her on all fours and with a mischievous smile, he wanted to give her something he was sure she wasn't getting back in Chicago. He kissed the cheeks of her ass and let his tongue dip between them before slipping a single digit in her backdoor. She whimpered and tensed, unprepared. He knew Memphis would be self-conscious but he kept the pleasure coming. The new sensations felt so good that she couldn't stop him even if she wanted to…and stopping was the last thing on either person's mind.

Randy rolled her on her back and Memphis knew what was coming next. This was it. She had to stop it now. He came towards her but she couldn't speak. Instead she put her right hand up and pushed him away. It was the only thing she could do to resist but he ignored her and seconds later, his throbbing manhood stabbed into her center. He was long and big and extra hard and even with her increased wetness, his size stretched her sensitive walls. After a few thrusts, he pulled out completely, smirking down at her, quietly daring her to make the next move. The feeling of being physically fulfilled, the feeling of extreme pleasure was like a drug that after only a few minutes, she had become hopelessly addicted to. Letting out a groan, she reached behind and grabbed the cheeks of his ass, raking her nails across his flesh as she pushed him into her.

With his right index finger playing with her clit, Randy fucked her fast and hard. He could hear and feel how wet she was. He put one of her feet against his shoulder and just watched as she thrashed and moaned beneath him, eyes rolling back in her head. He pulled out and before she could protest again, he flopped down on the bed and guided her on top of him. She rode him steady, leaving a slick trail of sheen with every movement, finally leaning back and giving him a bird's eye view of their hot action. She felt better than he had ever imagined and all he wanted to do was have sex with her all night in every position possible, blow his load inside her, then hold her in his arms all night.

With one hand on her breast and one hand between her legs, Memphis kept up the staring contest as she wildly pumped the Legend Killer. The sex was like nothing she had ever felt or participated in before. It was intense and passionate and all around incredible. She had never come that many times in one night ever. Closing her eyes, all she could think about was the moment, what she was feeling, what they were doing. She couldn't allow herself to think about Phil or even what the next day would bring. It would all be over in the morning.