Warning: Drugs used in this chapter. If you're against drug use, please look away.
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Day of Event - April 22nd 2013
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Summer Rae was sashaying through the corridors; looking desperately for one man and one man only: Chris Jericho. Not Fandango; her regular dance partner. Chris Jericho. The man who oddly enough danced with her tonight. She wanted to know why he danced with her, and also why it felt so good. It definitely shouldn't have felt that good.
"Chris! Chris!" The man wasn't in sight. Summer would bump into quite a few men, but sadly, none of them were Chris Jericho. "Chris! Where are you?" The woman slowly ran. She couldn't afford to run quickly…not with such a heavy bag on her. She was desperate. She needed to find this man as soon as possible.
The blonde woman would yell his name repeatedly. Minutes had felt like hours. It was a damn good thing that she had stamina, or she would have just given up. Finally, thankfully, mercifully, after ages of searching, Summer would finally find the man she wanted to speak to so bad. "Chris!"
The Canadian turned his head. He was in a conversation with Natalya, and there this random blonde dancer was, interrupting them. How rude of her. "Sorry Nat." Chris turned to Summer. "That's me. You're Summer, aren't you?"
"Of course I am! How did you not know that?" The dancer sounded quite offended by that, before she would brush it off. "Can I talk to you…" She noticed Natalya's presence. "…alone?"
Chris looked at Natalya; not even bothering to look at the seductive blonde he danced with just over an hour ago. "What do you say, Nat?"
The Anvilette huffed. "Fine. Fine. I'll leave you two be. Just be careful, Chris. This one's definitely a user." Natalya sneered at the NXT Diva, before walking off. She didn't trust Summer one bit. Summer was the type of Diva that Natalya couldn't stand to be around.
"What's her problem?" Summer glared at the Canadian woman until she was out of sight. She then looked at the Canadian man, with a smile appearing on her wickedly seductive face. "I'm so glad I found you Chris! I needed to talk to you about something?"
"Lemme guess…you wanted to praise this old sexy beast for how well he danced. Am I right?" Chris said with a cocky grin.
"Well, yeah. I mean, it really shouldn't have felt good. I mean you're not my regular dance partner…but I never knew you had those moves in you." Summer was getting flustered just remembering about it. "I almost wanted to just kiss you." There was a reason she said almost, but Jericho wouldn't know what that reason was. Summer just hoped that Jericho wouldn't pay too much attention to that one word.
"So then why didn't you?" Jericho smirked. With Natalya gone, Summer was now the target of Jericho's flirtatiousness.
"I don't know. I was wondering if you could give me any good reasons." Summer smirked back. Chris swore he could see the woman wink at him. Oh yeah. He still had it.
"You sure Fan-dung-hole won't get offended?" He didn't care about Fandango or whatever his name was, he just didn't want Summer to regret this. Chris didn't want to see a lady go into something that she'd regret doing later.
"Who cares? I don't even want to think about him right now."
Ehh. That was good enough for Jericho. Wrapping both arms around her waist, Jericho moved forward with impeccable speed. Their noses were almost touching; there was very little, if any distance between them.
"You look so fucking sexy." Jericho sultrily whispered. He couldn't help himself. The sexiness of this arousing woman brought out the sexy beast inside of him. It would only be a matter of time before his lips devoured hers. The two would engage in a very passionate lip-lock. Their tongues speedily swirled around each other, and the owners of those tongues quickly succumbed to lust.
The moment was just utter perfection. Nothing Dolph Ziggler claimed to do could be as perfect as this moment. Not when both Chris and Summer moaned into the kiss, as they continued to play a heated game of tonsil tennis with each other. What made the moment even more perfect was that neither Chris nor Summer was particularly dominant in the kiss. Chris and Summer had as much control as each other. They could kiss with as much freedom and passion as they desired; without a worry in the world about having to keep up.
But there would come a time where the kiss would become less desirable. There were other things that became more desirable than just a kiss as time progressed. Summer and Chris would eventually sense this, and break the kiss. The perfect kiss.
"Wanna move things back to my locker room?" Chris asked. Judging by Summer's gleeful reaction, it was the perfect question to ask.
And it was. So many ideas swirled through Summer's mind. Good ideas. Very good ideas indeed. "Of course! I'm not a girl who's into public sex."
"I'm sure I could change your mind about that, some other time." Jericho winked, as he extended his hand. Summer quickly took it, allowing Jericho to lead her to his locker room. This was just all going brilliantly! Summer was so proud of herself. So, so proud of herself.
It didn't take long for Jericho to access his locker room, allowing their lustful encounter to continue on from the lustful kiss they just had. This was perfect for Chris, because he wasn't sure how much longer he could have lasted without pouncing on Summer. In a sexual manner, of course.
"You wanna take that dress off?" Jericho's voice was low and husky. Summer had to fight the urge to moan just from how enticing and hoarse his voice was. She also had to fight to remember what was on her mind. She would not be a brainless fuck toy for Jericho. Oh no, no, no. Quite the opposite.
"Can I just get us something to drink first? I'm feeling really thirsty."
"Sure. You want me to come along or-"
"What? Do I not look capable enough of making a drink?" Summer sounded offended, and in regards to what was on her mind, that was not how she wanted to sound. Quickly, she shook the offended tone off. "Sorry. I've just been having some conflicting emotions. I'll be okay though. Just stay there." Summer smiled, before she grabbed her bag and headed out of Jericho's sight (one of the privileges of being such an established star was having an enormous locker room).
This was where the bag would come in handy. It had everything Summer needed: two empty bottles, a glass of vodka, a camera (which would have its use at a later point), a cell phone and some Rohypnol. God bless Rohypnol; it would make this whole plan a lot easier for Summer.
Pouring the vodka into both glasses, Summer couldn't help but to grin like the evil, intelligent woman that she was. Oh how Fandango would love her for this! Rohypnol would come into play very soon…in fact…Rohypnol would come into play now. Summer's plan was to spike Chris' drink, and to turn him into a brainless fuck toy. Crushing a pill in her dainty palms, the date rape drug was mixed into Jericho's drink. This was just brilliant! Summer couldn't help but to be proud about how much of a genius she was!
Once Summer was done spiking the man's drink, she grasped the phone. She pressed the power button, and waited for the home menu to appear (that was the one thing she hated about her phone). After some time, the menu finally came into view. Summer was quick to call Fandango. He was on her speed dial after all. Ring ring…ring ring…ring ring…Summer hoped it wouldn't-
"Hello?" Never mind.
"Hi baby." Summer whispered. She also let off a little giggle.
"What's…happening?"
"Jericho's ready for you now. Come to his locker room as soon as you can."
"Sure thing…sweet cheeks."
"Good. Bye baby." Summer hung up. Her plan was all set.
Once the brief conversation had finished, Summer turned the cell phone off, and placed it, as well as the half-empty glass of vodka and the Rohypnol back into her bag, as she carried the two bottles back to Jericho's locker room. The bottle in her right hand was her own drink; the drink that had no drugs in it. The bottle in her left hand was Jericho's drink; the drink with the Rohypnol.
"You took your time." The man said upon seeing Fandango's dancer finally return. He was glad that Summer hadn't ran away.
"I was just thinking about stuff." Yeah. Stuff. Stuff that Jericho wouldn't ever know about.
"Don't worry, babe. Doesn't matter now. I'm just glad you're came back."
"And why wouldn't I?" The woman smiled. She walked over to Jericho, extending her left arm; offering his drink to him. "There you go."
"Thanks." Jericho smiled back, as he took the bottle that Summer offered to him. Opening the lid, Jericho gulped down the drink. Jericho would quickly swallow everything that was in the bottle. Everything. Not a single drop was left.
"Wow! Looks like you needed that!" Summer laughed, perhaps a tad too maliciously for her liking, but oh well. Her plan worked. That was all Summer cared about.
"I did!" Really. He did. It was just a shame that this one was laced with drugs…not that he knew that, or anything. Chris was beginning to feel a tad hazy, but he just dismissed it. It probably didn't mean anything. "Thanks, by the way. It's really…really amazing of you."
"No need to thank me. I just needed a drink, and how rude would it be of me if I didn't offer you one?" Summer said. Hopefully it wouldn't take long for this sucker to fall under the Rohypnol's effect.
"Good point." Chris chuckled. "So…um…you okay?"
'What type of question was that?' Summer thought to herself. She hoped that this was Jericho slowly losing his senses. Otherwise, he was terrible with women. She also hoped that he had drunk a lot of alcohol prior to now. Otherwise, he was one of those embarrassing types of people who got drunk after one alcoholic beverage. "I am. Are you okay."
"I'm…I'm doing good." It was a slight slur; a sign that he had unknowingly succumbed to the powers of the date rape drug Summer had inserted into his drink. "I'd…I'd be doing even better if I had you."
"But you do." Summer smiled. He didn't, but she wanted to enjoy herself, playing mind games with this loser.
"But…but…but your not naked." Chris whined. He sounded desperate for her. Far more desperate than he was before.
"Well, all you had to do was just say so." The blonde woman giggled, before she would strip. Chris grinned like a damn fool, once Summer would unveil her nude body. Her body was stunning…but that was to be expected, given that she did compete in the Lingerie Football League at some point in her life.
"Can I…can I try your pussy?" The slur was getting more notable each time the Canadian man spoke. It was evident that the Rohypnol was taking its toll on him.
"Lick it first." As Chris' slurring became heavier, Summer's tone became more assertive. It wasn't like Chris was in a state to notice, or anything. The self-proclaimed First Lady of NXT strut towards the older man, before she would proceed to straddle his body. Slowly…teasingly, she moved upwards, before finally getting to her face. As soon as the woman's yoni was in Jericho's sight, he was quick to devour it. He was a horny beast.
Chris' tongue initially flicked against Summer clitoris, relishing in its sweet taste. Hearing Summer's satisfied moans as she felt her pussy lips teased by Chris' talented tongue made the moment even sweeter for him.
The tongue continued to trace the outline of Summer's folds, not daring to penetrate just yet. He wanted to save that for later. For now, Chris simply relished eating a young, fresh piece of pussy, and how quickly it would moisten just for him.
Summer threw her head back, feeling nothing but utter joy. She may have been getting teased, but damn, she was certainly enjoying it! Jericho had such an expert tongue, he knew precisely where to lick, even in the state that he was in. There would eventually be a point, however, where even with Jericho's skilled tongue, Summer needed more than just her pussy lips to be pleasured.
"Deeper! Get that tongue in deeper, Chris!" Summer barked, and Chris was quick to comply. Summer would finally feel Chris enter her bud, accessing past the dampened clitoris and delving deep inside of her.
The woman's moans were overwhelmed with bliss. This man tongue-fucked her pussy with pure skill. Turns out this man knew how to use his mouth for more than just talking and singing after all.
Jericho was adventurously exploring her passage. He was long done with teasing her, and playing with her lips. Now he went in for the kill; determined to hit that sweet spot which would elicit whine upon whine of pleasure.
After minutes of rapid thrusts, Chris would finally find Summer's g-spot. Once he hit it, he would not stop. The man was relentless in assaulting Summer's sweet spot. The cries of sheer ecstasy fuelled him to hit harder and harder, so that those cries became more and amplified. He kept going until alas, Summer suddenly hopped off his face. It wasn't for no reason. There was a knock on the door, and Summer quickly went to answer it.
Opening the door, Chris could see a male figure walking into his vision. The male figure followed Summer's lead, as they both hopped onto the bed. The man looked at Chris, realising that he wasn't completely nude, whilst Summer was. The man shook his head, in what could be interpreted as disapproval.
"Oh Christopher…I wonder why you didn't…treat my dear dancer to your…naked body…" Fandango smirked. "I think…you should take your clothes off…now…"
Chris just looked at the dancing Superstar. Normally, Chris would have just laughed and insulted Fandango…but now, he felt different. He had succumbed to lust. He had succumbed to dominance. He was the submissive member, in contrast to Summer and Fandango being the dominant members of the lust-filled trio. Following Fandango's orders, Chris would strip until he was as naked as Summer Rae was. Fandango couldn't help but to lick his lips. Although he wasn't exactly fond of the singer, Chris Jericho had one delectable body on him.
"That looks…much better…" Fandango crept closer and closer, until his face was almost touching Jericho's ballsack. "What is…my name…Christopher?"
It took a short while for Chris to respond. "Fandango."
"Wrong answer…Christopher." Fandango tutted. "It's Faaaan…daaaan…gooo. Put more…emphasis…on the a's. Now spread…your legs. You need to…pronounce my name…properly."
Because of how demanding Fandango's tone was, and also because he was feeling particularly submissive (thanks to that Rohypnol Summer had put in his drink), Chris quickly obeyed Fandango's orders. The distance between Chris' ankles quickly increased, as he gave Fandango a perfect view of that tight little Canadian pucker.
Fandango smirked. When given the right…motivation (that was what Fandango would call it), Jericho became sluttier than a two dollar streetwalker.
"Looks like…that hole could…do with a hard…fucking." Fandango licked his lips again, before looking at his fellow dancer, who was in her naked glory. "What do you think…Summer Rae? Is his hole…as good as yours?"
Summer would fleetingly inspect the asshole of Fandango's rival. It looked reasonably tight. Not as impressive as either of her holes, though. Once she was done staring at the pink pucker, Summer looked at Fandango, with a smug smirk planted on her face. "Definitely not. The slut hasn't got anything on me."
"Why don't we…test that out?" Fandango smirked. "Ride…his dick…and I'll…fuck his ass…"
Summer didn't look so pleased. She would have questioned Fandango if he wasn't Fandango. Anybody else, and she'd demand something else. But with Fandango, he was strangely captivating. He was weird, but that was what made him so hot. With nothing but a hesitant nod, Summer strutted to Jericho, straddling him yet again. Only this time, instead of sitting his face, Summer would sit on his dick. Summer would feel Jericho's manhood gain access to her rose bud. She let out an astonished moan; this felt better than Summer thought it would.
"How…is he?" Fandango asked, inquisitively. He knelt down, so he could prepare himself for later, where he would bury his face in his rival's ass.
"Big." Summer's reply may have been short, but it was certainly clear. Currently, she was more focused on feeling Jericho delve deep inside of her than she was talking.
"Not as…big as…me, huh?" Fandango smirked. Jericho did feel quite a bit bigger than Fandango, but just to stay in Fandango's good books, Summer would lie. Lying was just one of Summer's many natural talents.
"Of course not!" Summer smirked back, fighting moans as she could feel all of Jericho's length inside her pussy.
"Good…good…now the lesson can begin…" Now Fandango buried his face in the middle of Jericho's cheeks; the former's tongue savagely entered the latter's hole. Jericho mewed in pleasure. The walls of Summer were extremely pleasurable, and Fandango's tongue ravishing his hole only increased the pleasure that Jericho was receiving.
"Fuuuuck…" Jericho whined. He bucked his hips up each time he felt Fandango reach his rectum. For some creepy, non-talented dancer, Fandango was damn good at rimming. Regrettably, Jericho couldn't feel that tongue for much longer, as it would dart out of his hole.
"You're nowhere near my name…Christopher. Say it…again."
"Faa…Faaandango!"
It was better, Fandango would give him that. Jericho's pronunciation still needed some refining, however.
"Still…wrong. It's…Faaan…daaan…gooo." Fandango smirked. "The lesson…continues…" The dancer went back to tongue-fucking Jericho. Jericho went back to whining and mewling in pleasure. Jericho also went back to bucking his hips upwards, hitting Summer's g-spot, making the woman bellow with absolute bliss.
"Oh god! I'm so close! He's so good!" Summer yelled. She shrieked. She screamed. Jericho was everything that her cunt needed. Her cunt was a fucking mess, and that was thanks to Chris' cock. It only took a few further thrusts from Chris before Summer lost it. Her limits had been shattered. Cum spurted out of her pussy, and splattered onto Chris' loins. Chris' private parts would soon be a cum covered mess, and he had Summer Rae to thank for that.
All the pleasured whining and the overwhelmed moans that came from Summer and Chris did not go unnoticed by Fandango. To tell the truth, he was a little jealous. Summer was never that loud for him. Summer never came as much for him. Fucking Jericho. Even when he was drugged, he still had sexual talents men could only dream of having. Fandango would certainly enjoy knocking the man down a few pegs.
A few more moments of plunging his tongue in and out of Jericho's pucker, Fandango stopped…again. He wanted to see if Jericho could now pronounce his name, after three attempts.
Taking his face out of Jericho's ass, Fandango looked at Summer. "Hop off…baby." Summer did just that. She would quickly stand by Fandango's side, before Fandango himself would stare into his enemy's eyes, almost predatorily. "What's my name? Pronounce it…properly."
"Faaaan…daaaan…goooo." Jericho wasn't sure if he quite pronounced it right. All he knew was that he was going to burst any time now, and if he didn't have dick inside of him…well, Chris didn't know what would happen. He just wouldn't like it.
Yet again, Fandango smirked. Finally, Chris would get it right. The lesson wasn't for nothing. Out of the goodness of his heart, Fandango decided to give Jericho a nice little reward. He earned it.
"You want some of…Faaaan…daaaan…goooo?" Jericho nodded, and Fandango grinned. As if the answer wasn't going to be that predictable. Fandango already knew Jericho wanted him, because who wouldn't? "You want some…dick…in your hole?" Again, Jericho nodded. "Well…since you have been…a good boy…you can…have a treat…"
The brunette dancer would stand up, and look at Summer. "Strip me…get me hard…baby…" His tone was deep. Enticingly deep. Summer almost swooned. She followed his commands as quickly as she could. Once her fellow dancer was as naked as she, her delicate hand gripped his thick manhood and nimbly jerked it, until the erection became notable.
"You're hard." Summer smiled, as she continued to stroke Fandango's length, until he would announce further instructions.
"Good…very good…you can stop now…" She did just that. "Get the camera…" This was where the camera would come in handy. Poor Chris. He was horny and drugged up. He didn't know why a camera was involved, but he was too horny to even care. He wanted dick. Any dick. If it came down to it, he'd get fucked by a number of bawdy, beer-bellied fans, if it meant getting some dick.
"Please…" The Canadian whined. It was the first time he had spoken for the past five minutes. He desperately needed Fandango's dick. He was so close to cumming. He needed it. Badly.
"Please…what…Christopher?" Fandango asked, before Summer had returned, with camera in hand.
"Here it is."
"Good…remember to take…some sexy shots…my love…" Fandango smirked, before he looked at Jericho. "What…do you want…Christopher?"
"Fuck me! Pleaaaaase!" Chris Jericho was begging for it; literally. Oh if The Rock and Stone Cold were watching this, they'd be pissing their pants with laughter.
"Your wish…is my command…" For what must have been over the tenth time, Fandango smirked again. This time, he pushed his erect tool into Jericho's quivering heat. His dick made the perfect fit. "Pretty…tight…I'm impressed…"
Jericho would not respond. He could not respond. He was too busy getting the ability to speak fucked out of him. Fandango's big fat dick stretching his insides made him a trembling mess. The Canadian man howled. He howled enough to break down every damn wall in this arena. Not that he cared. He was just happy (a HUGE understatement) that there was big dick inside of him.
Summer viewed the erotic scene. A big dick was enough to turn Chris Jericho from a dominant sexy beast into a mewling cock-slut. It was funny to her, so she cackled. "Fuck him good. Make him cry!" She continued to cackle, as she took photos of Chris getting anally screwed by Fandango.
The male dancer was quick with his thrusts. He used the agility found in his fancy footwork to loosen Jericho's heat. Each second brought a new thrust from Fandango. A nimble, yet powerful thrust, which would emit prolonged howls of delight from the singer. Jericho was close. Oh so motherfucking close! He couldn't take it much longer! He fucking couldn't!
A geyser full of white speedily erupted from Jericho's length, once he would feel Fandango finally plough into his prostate. Cum would fly everywhere. It would land on his loins (along with Summer Rae's essence), his abdomen, his chest, even Fandango's chest. It just went to show how much Chris needed this pounding.
"Good…little…whore…" Fandango muttered. He was close himself. His dick was throbbing. Seeing Jericho reach his climax made Fandango close to climaxing. The bulbous tip of Fandango's dick would continue to frequently hit Jericho's prostate. Once more…twice more…and that was it. Fandango quickly pulled out. He wanted to cum, but not inside of Jericho. Oh no. He wanted people to see the mark he made on Jericho.
Speedily straddling Jericho's chest (and as a result, feeling his posterior rub against some of Jericho's release), Fandango jerked his cock rapidly, as it angrily aimed towards Jericho's face. It would be a number of seconds before Fandango let off a loud groan. Projectiles of his semen launched onto Jericho's face, painting it in a bright shade of white. It was all getting captured on camera. Summer maliciously smiled, as she took photos of Chris being covered in another man's cum.
Panting…catching his breath…Fandango's orgasm face shifted into an malevolent smirk. He looked at Summer. "Our job…is done…now we must exit…" Once they had put their clothes on, of course. Standing up and moving away from the cum covered slut, Fandango and Summer would put their extravagant gear back on, before heading off. Summer made sure that she had the camera on her, as well as her bag.
Natalya was right; Summer Rae was a user. Chris Jericho found that out the hard way.
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Sorry if the use of date-rape drugs may put you off! It was just an idea I had for this chapter. It was also inspired by the use of drugs in the latest chapter of Joshing For Position by Elstro1988. Check it out, by the way; especially if you're into slash! Personally, I find it to be a thrilling read! :)
Here's what's coming your way next:
~ Brad Maddox (Bottom)/Briley Pierce (Top)/Summer Rae (Versatile) (Requested by KJ-Slashbug)
~ Emma (Bottom)/Fandango (Top)/Justin Gabriel (Versatile) (Requested by SEAnimal)
~ Brie Bella (Bottom)/Cody Rhodes (Top)/Damien Sandow (Top)/Nikki Bella (Bottom) (Requested by Blazing Optimist)
~ Chris Jericho (Bottom)/Dolph Ziggler (Top)/Natalya (Versatile) (Requested by della-doll)
~ CM Punk (Versatile)/Stephanie McMahon (Top)/Triple H (Versatile) (Requested by NateAKAMiniPunk)
~ Chris Jericho (Bottom)/Christian (Versatile)/Edge (Top)/Trish Stratus (Versatile) (Requested by xXAJSugaSpiceEverythingNiceXx)
~ Heath Slater (Bottom)/Jey Uso (Top)/Jimmy Uso (Top)Justin Gabriel (Bottom)/Naomi (Bottom) (Requested by me)
~ Cameron (Bottom)/Josh Mathews (Versatile)/The Miz (Versatile)/Naomi (Versatile) (Requested by me)
Still no requests being taken as of this chapter. Four more chapters to go until I take requests again!