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Day of Event - September 24th 2012 (before RAW)
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"AJ, I just came in here to admit that I made a mistake, and I do apologise for my actions in CM Punk's match. I was wondering, because of the mistake, will that…affect my future as a referee?"
Smiling, AJ shook her head. "No, Brad, it won't. Yes, you did make a mistake, but at least you admit it, and at least you apologised. Just make sure you don't make that mistake again." Brad let out a sigh of relief. "For now, your job is safe, and don't listen to anything Heyman or Punk say to you. If I find out they've berated you, I will berate them a lot harder. Is that everything you wanted to bring up with me?"
"No…there is one more thing." Brad said, feeling his cheeks turn to a deep shade of pink in mere seconds. "But I know you're a busy woman. Could I…talk to you after RAW?"
"Sure…" AJ said, perplexed slightly as to why this man had suddenly acted like a schoolgirl. "Feel free to come in once RAW's off the air. I should be in my office."
"Okay. Thank you, Miss Lee." Brad said, bowing a little bit in respect, before scuttling out of the room.
Despite the weirdness of those brief moments, it managed to brighten AJ's mood, making her chuckle a little. She needed that, heading into what could possibly be the most chaotic RAW of her life…
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Day of Event - September 24th 2012 (after RAW)
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"If I'm such damaged goods, Punk, then why do you keep coming to my hotel room every Monday Night to fuck me? You know, it's funny. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you missed me a little." AJ laughed scornfully, scowling at her ex boyfriend.
Punk laughed sardonically at the comment. "You think those meant something to me? You think that loose pussy of yours actually made me love you? Do you think spreading your legs like the cheap whore you are actually makes me feel something for you? I can choose whatever Diva I want to fuck. What makes your thick skull even consider me choosing you over the others?"
Slowly, a deranged smile came across AJ's face at these words. She ignored the pain in her scalp and she ignored how she could barely move due to Punk's weight. She just stared deep into those cold, green eyes and smiled manically, licking her lips. 'So, Punk thinks I'm just like the other divas, huh? Time to remind him just why Kane, Bryan and he were so besotted with me a few months ago!'
"Because I'm not like the other divas, am I, Punk?" She whispered seductively. "If I was, you wouldn't keep coming back to me now, would you? Just admit it. Even though you can't stand the sight of me, I fill you with passion and desire, just like you do to me. We turn each other on. …You know, Punkybear… I'm wet right now."
Punk's eyes widened at this momentarily, and then, smirking, he reached down, seemingly to whisper in her ear. When he was close enough and AJ felt his other hand loosen around her throat, she attacked, gathering all her strength and head-butting him square in the jaw. She sat up and watched him yell out and scramble back. "See,
Punky-Poo? See? You do miss me. You do miss fucking me. You can deny it all you want, but now we both know the truth."
AJ sat up on the couch and stared Punk with crazed yet lustful eyes. Her heart and brain told her to make a run for it and call for help. But, her pride and hormones... well, they said otherwise. They screamed to let the Straight Edge Superstar do what he did every night when Raw was over and that was fuck her brains out till she saw stars everywhere. In the end, she went with the latter.
"You fucking crazy bitch!" Snarled Punk, rubbing his injured jaw. His eyes flew open and he glared daggers at her, his teeth clenched. "God, I hate you! You make my blood boil!" His words seemed to have a double meaning to them.
AJ smiled wickedly at her ex, mocking him with her smile. "Oh, really? Well, guess what," She leaned in till her mouth was right by his ear. "You set my soul alight, but, after what you did today, I would rather die than ever let you touch me again." This should Punk nice and riled up. Honestly, the man was so easy to play!
She let out a shocked gasp as Punk's hand shot out and grabbed her throat. He smiled nastily. "Guess what AJ? I'm touching you right now, so you might as well die." As Punk would continue to tighten his grip around AJ's neck, squeezing the life out of her, his other hand would dip past her business shorts, quickly reaching AJ's moist womanhood. "Here's how this is gonna go, AJ. I'm gonna stick my dick into your wet fucking pussy, and then I'm gonna fuck the crazy out of you. I'm gonna make you beg for mercy, and there's not a damn thing you're gonna do to stop me."
She wasn't going to let Punk win this battle. No. She refused to do that. Still, it'd be nothing short of stupidity to answer Punk's question this way. He was still a violent hot-head and could make things difficult. AJ decided it'd be best to use her wits and trick Punk, striking when the time was right.
Making herself look as scared and vulnerable as possible and even letting out a few whimpers for good measure, AJ crumpled to the floor and started 'sobbing', her breathing turning into short gasps as her hands covered her face. From the sound of Punk faltering, she can tell it has the desired effect.
She kept up her crocodile tears until she felt him gently pry her hands away from her face to make her look at him. Seeing this as her chance, AJ instantly stopped crying and looked up at Punk, gazing at him full-on with her big, brown doe eyes, giving him her most effective 'puppy dog' look yet.
After looking at her in shocked silence for what felt like an eternity, Punk sighed in exasperation and chuckled. It was then that AJ saw her chance and gave him a low blow. Watching Punk stumble back made RAW's GM grin. He'd done exactly what she wanted him to. He was like a puppet. "Oh my poor Punky-Bear!" She cooed mockingly, enjoying the sight of Punk in pain. "You bark is worse than your bite. As if I would ever be scared of you. You need to remember that I'm the one who has all the power here!"
"Fuck you…!" Punk managed to gasp out as he lay curled up on the floor.
"Actually, Punky, I think you'll find I'll be the one fucking you." AJ cackled. She began skipping around him in circles, a coy, dreamy look on her face. Eventually, she made her way to the door before turning back to Punk.
"I'm leaving to find Mr. McMahon now. Sorry, but nothing you say or do is going to change the fact that you and your walrus of a manager will be punished. If you had just left when I told you to, you'd probably still have a job tomorrow. Pity, but I can't say you don't deserve it. Goodbye, Phil." She paused and counted downwards. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…
AJ heard Punk yell out behind her and smiled smugly. When she spun around to see Punk, his eyes were blazing and he back on his feet, charging right towards her. She made to turn around and open the door but she wasn't quick enough and soon she was rammed against the door with Punk's body pushed up against hers.
She felt Punk bend down close to her ear and growl, in an evil voice that made her shiver, "Oh April, you stupid, vindictive little bitch!" Hi hand covered her mouth to stop her screaming and, for a couple of seconds, they just stared at each other, panting.
AJ placed a shaking hand onto the man's tattooed arm. She knew that the Straight Edge Superstar, if he really wanted, could strangle her to death right here, right now and no one would be none the wiser. And yet... somehow... AJ wasn't scared. Despite everything, she knew he wouldn't do that.
Some blood dribbled out of Punk's mouth from where she'd slapped him. Knowing this was her chance to really catch the Straight Edge Superstar in her web, AJ effortlessly pulled his hand off her mouth. And then, leaning up to him slowly, she tentatively and seductively, licked it from his skin.
Punk's face made it all worth it. His eyes widened to the size of saucers and his mouth fell wide open. For a second, he just stared at her as if she'd grown another head. And then he closed his eyes and let out a growl. "I fucking hate you! Why do I have to dig crazy chicks?" And with this, he grabbed the back of her neck and clamped his mouth down on hers while his other hand went straight down her shorts.
AJ was enjoying the adrenaline and passion so much that she didn't even bother to reprimand him for calling her crazy again. God, she loved this! They couldn't live with each other, but they couldn't live without each other. The only thing binding them was their lust for one another's bodies and the emotions it brought out of them.
Hate sex was AJ's favourite kind.
Their bodies feverishly rubbed against each other. The kiss was lustful...passionate...arousing...enticing. It made them feel more adventurous with each other. AJ was firmly sitting on cloud nine, merrily under Punk's sexual assault. One hand would fervently rub her clit, dampening her rosebud, while the other hand would squeeze her breast, making slight contact with her erect nipple.
"I-I think I'm going to cum..." She moaned as Punk's hand quickened its pace against her damp lips. She gripped his arm as he clenched her breast, licking it.
"Then cum, bitch", Punk growled, hand clenching tighter. He smirked as AJ threw back her head, moaning, her juices rapidly moistening his fingers. He seemed to wait a minute for her to cool down and get her bearings, but this was ruined a little when he roughly shoved her to his knees, pulling down his trousers and pants. "Your turn now. Suck."
"I knew you wanted me, Punky. There's only so many times you can get fucked by Heyman." AJ smiled, gripping Punk's girth. She squeezed Punk's erect manhood tighter and tighter, like he did when he choked her. In the span of a minute, AJ's grip would almost be painfully hard, before she decided to bring some pleasure to her ex, licking the crimson tip of his manhood.
"Shut the fuck up, AJ", Punk hissed at her, hands clenching as her grip started to feel like a wrench around his dick. "I'm here to fuck you, not listen to you talk! Now put that whore mouth of yours to better use, just like I showed you." He grabbed the back of her brown tresses and forced her head down upon his dick.
AJ gagged upon the sudden force that her ex inflicted on her. When she was with Punk, she always considered the size of his penis to be an advantage. Now, when she despised Punk with a fiery passion, the size of his penis was a massive disadvantage. It wasn't something she wanted to want, but she couldn't help it. Its tangy flavour aroused her, as did the pubic hairs which would surround her dainty nose.
For a second, this session of hate sex seemed to have been flowing perfectly. Nothing had went completely out of control yet; Punk and AJ were still showing a lot of anger towards each other, but now a heavy dosage of lust was added into the atmosphere. Everything did seem perfect…that was, until the door unexpectedly swung open, AJ stopping her oral service immediately.
"Did I come at a bad time?" Brad asked. He didn't really need an answer to that; AJ's lips had only been inches away from Punk's saliva coated erection. That was enough of an indication to realise how much of their privacy had been disrupted.
Just as Punk was about to throw a bunch of profanity filled bundle of hatred towards Brad, AJ thankfully stopped Punk, grabbing his cock with her smooth palm. "No, Brad. You've actually come in at the perfect time." Punk couldn't question what AJ was saying, due to her hand fisting up and down his hard length. "Just shut the door, take off my shorts and fuck my pussy."
Brad had to a double take of that. What? Was this woman being serious? Was this all a joke? Brad couldn't ponder for too long, before he had Punk yelling at him.
"What the fuck are you just standing there for, you useless piece of shit? Are you incompetent at everything you do?" Punk growled, extremely annoyed by Brad just…standing there. He was annoyed by Brad's presence, but if he actually did something other than standing around like a lost child, then Punk wouldn't have been so pissed at the man.
"I'm not incompetent, Punk." Brad sighed. Well, looks like AJ wasn't joking. If she was, she probably would have cackled by now, or something like that. Moving towards the General Manager, Brad tugged her shorts down to her ankles, exposing the wet pussy that was begging to get fucked.
"Yeah, I bet." Punk scoffed, too glad Brad was doing something useful (for once) to verbally destroy the man any further. Punk may have still detested the pretty boy referee, but at least now he wasn't as annoying as he usually was. Blowjobs really did make everything better!
Feeling AJ nestle her delicate little nose against his dark hairs sent Punk into his own euphoric world, too pleasured to notice Brad tugging AJ's shorts down to her ankles. What he did notice, however, was the vibrations that rushed to his spine. AJ was mewling around the thick shaft, feeling Brad quickly penetrate past her pussy lips with his hardening dick.
Now everyone in the room was moaning, too filled with lust to even conserve just a little anger. Hate sex really did provide miracles!
AJ was fine with just staying on all fours; the men did all the work for her, anyway, thrusting into her holes, filling them with their hard cocks. She felt nothing but pleasure as these men put so much effort into loosening her holes with their lengthy shafts.
Punk was actually enjoying this far more than he should have done. This encounter allowed him to take out all the aggression he was feeling towards that bitch of a General Manager, and also that bitch of a referee. Now that he was in total control of fucking AJ's pretty little face, the anger he had felt towards her dwindled a little. Having his weekly dose of sex with AJ was the only reason Punk could stand to tolerate her.
Alas, the time Punk spent making AJ gag on his cock was coming to an end. With all the oral skills she possessed, she was talented enough to send the man up to the heavens in ecstasy, and then making him crash back down to the painful reality, realising he had just climaxed. This was going to be one of those situations.
The Chicagoan could only feel his balls slap against AJ's chin for a few more moments, before that ejaculation he was holding in could no longer be held in. He let out a loud groan, signifying the end for him; his cum shooting straight into the little vixen's mouth. Feeling her quickly swallow every drop of his release, Punk withdrew from the blissful orifice. "I expect an apology from you about what happened earlier tonight. You can do it via RAW or you can text me it; I'm such a nice guy, I'll let you choose which method you use." Punk was about to gather his clothes and leave the office, had it not been for the shriek which stopped him in his tracks.
"Don't you dare leave, Punk! Not yet!" AJ wanted to snarl, but honestly, she felt so fucking good from the pounding she received from Brad, it was hard for her to convey any type of negative emotion. For a newbie, he sure knew how to pleasure a woman. "It's a little unfair that you got to cum, yet me and Brad haven't gotten that far yet. You should stay and help."
"Tell me, AJ, why the fuck would I waste my time doing something like that, when I could be getting on with more productive things that will actually benefit me?"
"Because if you don't, I will ensure you that I will make sure Paul Heyman never steps in a WWE arena again, not only for assassinating my character, but also for verbally harassing me." It was a miracle AJ managed to spit that out and not stutter once. Brad was damn good at fucking pussy; it was like his cock had never left her g-spot.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" Punk said, glaring angrily at the brunette woman.
"Just try me, Punky! You know I'm not afraid to do it."
Punk could handle if AJ had threatened his own career. He'd happily walk out of this shit hole of a company, if it meant avoiding the crap he had to deal with from authority figures. But Paul's career? Paul Heyman had spent so damn long and put in so much effort into making Punk's time in the WWE as successful as possible. Heyman was the reason Punk had a job in the WWE today. If Heyman was let go, Punk would actually feel guilt stab him in the heart. He just couldn't risk the man's career. "Fine, you evil bitch; I'll play by your rules. You BETTER keep Heyman's career safe."
"Do you not trust me, Punky? I'm hurt at how little you'd think of me." Wanting to convey sadness, AJ just couldn't do it, as Brad hammered away at her slackening heat. Speaking of Brad… "You can pull out now, Brad." Not wanting to disobey his superior, Brad quickly pulled out of the addictive pussy. She could tell he was going to cum soon, judging from his throbbing cock. "Why don't you go and fuck Punk? You two could do with an experience to bond from, anyway." AJ chuckled with glee.
"Miss Lee…are you sure that's what you want to do?" Brad said.
The anger that had dwindled towards back was slowly coming back. Punk couldn't deal with Brad's shitty attitude and always talking back, acting like he was better than a petty little referee. "Oh for fuck's sake. Just fuck me already, you pathetic little man!" Punk scowled, pushing Brad to the floor.
"Can you stop insulting me, Punk?" Brad said, getting annoyed now by how often Punk had thrown verbal abuse in his direction. Thankfully Punk would make it up to the referee, straddling his waist. Brad could feel Punk's tight ring swallow up his pulsating cock.
AJ was thrilled to hear that the only sounds that entered the atmosphere were moans and groans of lust. These men were quickly getting so enthralled by intercourse with each other, they forgot how much they disliked each other. Again, it just went to show how miraculous hate sex could be.
Brad's moans were getting louder and louder by the second. For somebody who had just joined the main roster, Punk riding his cock was perhaps the last thing Brad expected to happen…that might have been why Brad was relishing in every passing moment of this experience.
Little did Brad know that this encounter was about to become even better. As Punk continued to expertly bounce up and down his hard cock, he felt a tongue wiggle into its pucker, knowing immediately who that tongue had belonged to. AJ was the only person in the room who had just stood there (and the chance of someone intruding AJ's office was highly unlikely; nobody dared to guess what weapons the crazy little vixen would use). At least now, she joined Punk in providing Brad with a lot of ecstasy.
"Fuck me, Brad! Yeah! Bury that cock deep inside!" Punk moaned sultrily, continuing to ride the referee like an established porn star. Once Punk saw the glassy look in Brad's eyes, he licked the man's earlobes, moaning like a raunchy little vixen. "Once we're done here, meet me in my locker room. Help me keep my WWE Championship, and you can fuck my ass for as long as you want." AJ had been too engrossed in rimming Brad, that she failed to hear Punk whisper in the other man's ear.
The only word that came out of Brad's mouth was yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. It was enough to describe how much he adored this threesome, and according to Punk, it also described how willing he was to help Punk stay the WWE Champion for as long as possible.
Brad just couldn't last much longer. Once he felt Punk's prostate slam down onto the bulbous tip of Brad's cock, Brad could no longer delay an orgasm, shooting his load deep inside Punk's pucker.
"Remember, my locker room." Punk whispered with a shit-eating smirk, hopping off the referee's waist. Then he looked at AJ, who had just finished eating Brad's ass like it had been her final meal on this planet. "I did what you fucking told me to, already, so I'm leaving." Gathering his clothes and redressing himself, Punk would storm out of the room, absolutely confident Brad knew where to go, once the crazy chick was finished with him.
"How'd you like that, Brad?" AJ smiled that sweet, sadistic smile of hers, rolling next to a naked Brad Maddox.
"It was…good." Better than good. Great. Fantastic. Marvellous. Phenomenal. But a simple 'good' would suffice.
"Just what I like to hear." AJ said, playing with Brad's brunette locks. "So, what did you want to see me for, Brad?"
"Oh…I…erm…" Brad was blushing hard. Was there any point in telling AJ exactly why he visited her? Probably not. "…Never mind. Wasn't anything important, anyway."
"You wanted to sleep with me."
"…Huh?" How…how did this woman get it right?! Was she inside Brad's head or something?
"Just admit it, Bradley. You wanted to see if I was as good as some people may have claimed I was."
"It's Brad, Miss Lee. And honestly…yes I did." Well, that was a weight knocked off his shoulders.
"Knew it. I just have that effect on men." AJ really was a sex symbol; she may not have looked like Sable, or Kelly Kelly, or Stacy Keibler, or any other blonde bombshell in the WWE, but AJ still managed to have her fair share of men who would do anything to spend a night with her. "Why don't you see how good I am…in a one-to-one encounter?"
Well…that was a difficult offer to refuse. Punk would forgive him if he was a little late...right?
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Yes, I may have used quite a lot of that from 'Shut Up and Let Me Go', but that story and the story for this chapter are quite similar, so I thought why not?^^ Plus me (and a friend) did write that together, so it isn't as if I'm stealing somebody's piece of work. Credit to a friend for helping me with that, as well^^
Also, apologies to the person who requested this D: I did TRY to put some focus on AJ/Brad, even if there is a ton of AJ/Punk focus in this chapter. Again, I apologise for that :(
Here's what's coming your way next:
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It'll be a short while before requests get taken again. I'd say requests would get taken again around five chapters from now