Dean and Randy sat at a bar together. Lately they had been butting heads backstage and before things would get completely out of hand, they agreed on talking things through over a beer. They had been there for around an hour. Basically they both had to admit to letting their egos get the best of them but now they seemed to be on the same side again, just two friends talking with a beer in their hands.

"Oh my god, I know you two!" Some girl screamed before dumping down on Randy's lap.

He looked down at the girl, then over at Dean, then back down at the girl again, wondering what the hell to do about this sudden intruder in his lap.

"You're Randy Orton," she proclaimed as she reached up to touch his chin before she looked over at Dean, pointed at him and proclaimed: "And you're Dean Ambrose."
"Girl's got eyes in her head," Dean said with a chuckle.

"Guys! Guys! Over here!" She shouted as some of her friends.
"Leave the poor men alone!" Someone shouted back.

She got up from Randy's lap and walked over to her friends.

"But it's Randy Orton and Dean Ambrose!" She shouted.

Randy leaned in towards Dean with a twisted smile on his face.

"What do you say you and I make up for it in another way as well?" He asked.

Dean looked over at the girl and then back at Randy.

"You serious?" He asked.
"Dead serious. What fangirl fantasy is better than fucking one superstar?" Randy asked.
"Fucking two superstars," Dean answered and smirked.
"Exactly. Although, you're the one who'll be doing the fucking. I just wanna stuff my dick so far down her throat that she'll choke on it," Randy said.

"Screw you, guys!" She yelled at her friends.
"She's coming back," Dean said.
"Play it cool," Randy said.

She walked back over to them and they stood up.

"You guys leaving?" She asked.
"Yeah," Randy answered.
"But..." She started but she didn't know what to say.
"Listen..." Dean started while twirling his fingers in the air as if he tried to remember her name.
"Wendy," she helped him.
"Listen Wendy, you can come along if you like," he said.
"Yeah? Really?" Her face turned into a huge smile. "I'd like that a lot."

Randy placed his hand on her lower back and escorted her out of the bar while Dean came walking behind them. It was too easy but it was gonna be a whole lot of fun. She was gonna get everything she had asked for the moment she chose to dump down uninvited in Randy's lap.

"Undress!" Randy barked the moment they all three were inside his hotel room.

She looked at him as if she wanted to see if he meant it and the look in his eyes made her instantly take off her clothes.

"Very nice," Dean said in a softer tone, making her relax a bit more.
"On the bed! On your hands and knees! Ass out by the edge!" Randy was firering off the commands fast.

She did as she was told and ten seconds later she was on the bed just waiting for what was to come next. Randy sent Dean a smirk and nodded towards her.

"Dive right in," he said.
"Don't mind if I do," Dean said and walked over to her.

He stood behind her as he opened his jeans. He didn't care about foreplay or even checking if she was ready for him. He just pushed his dick inside her, making her whimper and move forward in the process as if she tried to get away from him. He grabbed her hips and forced her back as he slammed into her as hard as he could. Randy appeared in front of her. He too opened his jeans, pulled out his dick and crawled up on bed, placing himself on his knees in front of her.

"Open!" He barked as he grabbed her hair.

She opened her mouth and he pushed her head down on his dick as far as he could.

"Fucking suck it!" He growled as he held on tight to her hair, controlling her every movement, forcing himself down her throat again and again.

She made gagging noises as Randy came inside her mouth, still forcing himself down her throat and forcing her to swallow. He didn't pull out until he was sure she swallowed everything. He looked up at Dean.

"You done soon?" He asked.

Dean held up a finger and started thrusting into her even harder. Seven thrusts later and he came with a growl. He quickly pulled out of her and closed his jeans, not even wanting to look at her again.

"Get dressed and leave!" Randy barked.
"What?" She asked.
"You heard me," he said.
"I don't believe this," she said as she slowly got up from bed.

She looked at him as if she was questioning whether or not he really meant it.

"For fuck's sake!" He growled and got out of bed too.

He stuffed his dick back in his jeans but left them open while he walked fast towards her. He grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the door. He opened it and pushed her naked outside in the hallway.

"Wait!" She cried out as she tried covering herself.

He walked back inside, gathered her clothes and threw it out in the hallway to her before slamming the door shut.

"At least you gave her her clothes," Dean said as he shook his head.
"I'm not a complete asshole," Randy said.