"And so, I'm really sorry for what happened at the bar. Seth, Roman and I tried to keep our relationship on the DL since, as you can see not everyone agrees with our lifestyle. And I didn't want you girls to start with the name calling and I definitely didn't want anymore drama." i told Naomi.
She simply nodded her head I assumed mulling over my apology. "I guess I'm sorry too. I never thought Roman rolled like that. We just saw what happened on the show and assumed it was just you two."
"Yeah, that was actually an accident. the cameras caught us kissing backstage even though we didn't want any of this getting out. The bosses already warned us about the face of the company and what not. It's all been a mess, for real."
"It'll be ok,kid." Natalya said. The other Divas had begun to surround me once they overheard what I was saying to Naomi. "Things don't always go as planned."
"But not everyone agrees to you dating them both." A group of the lesser talented Divas said.
I simply shrugged. "Haters gonna hate, and I live for that shit. Talk all you want I'm still going to be you guy's trainer and I'm still gonna work your asses off. I'm hoping we can all move on from this and actually get some work done? Who's with me?"
The girls were a little less enthusiastic than last time but I had to deal with it. My personal life wasn't any of their business whether they liked it or not. I was simply here to make them better and that was exactly what i was going to do.
Since the boys weren't scheduled for Main Event or Superstars we had tuesday through friday morning off and I'll be damned if I didn't get my beach house. It wasn't too hard to find a place to rent although it took out a few hours from our morning. The house was close to the venue RAW was at so it was easy to move our things into it. Once we settled in it was time to have some fun. Gwen and I had settled for some good ol' fashioned shopping while Seth, Roman and Dean...well they did whatever the hell wrestlers did on off days. Jerk off or something.
I was in the middle of a frustrating battle of finding a bikini top large enough to cover my tits decently when Gwen stepped out of the dressing room in a gold monokini. Of course she looked fucking spectacular and could find anything in her size, though she always seemed self conscious about her shoulders.
"Why hasn't he fucked me yet?" She pouted.
"How many time do I have to tell you? He's gonna make you beg for it. That's what Dean's famous for, being the biggest tease to ever grace the planet. The gold looks good on you."
"Thanks," She said returning into the dressing room. "I just don't understand why he have to play these games with me!"
"Maybe you should be a little less thirsty with him? He might like a challenge every once in awhile." I sighed, shoving another bikini top aside on the clothing rack.
Gwen poked her head out from behind the curtain. "What you meaning thirsty? I have water bottle with me."
"No,no thirsty as in you're too desperate for Dean. You need to bring it down a notch and make him know that he can't have it that easily. No matter how hard it'll be, when you finally have sex it'll be explosive. Orrrr, Plan B, start making him beg for it."
"Yes, this idea is good. I will get lingerie to 'casually' sleep in tonight."
"I might do that too, IF i could freaking find a bikini top big enough for my tits. Jesus it's like everything is A cups and strings." I threw my hands up completely giving up on ever finding something to fit me.
"Leena, do not worry. There is plus size section over there."
Ugh! My boobs were the only thing 'pluz size' about me since I gained all that muscle. I just hoped their bikini tops weren't beige like the plethora of bras I found in department stores. I made my way through the racks to my new destination and hoped to have some better luck.
"Holy shit."
"Hot damn."
Dean let out a whistle that paired with Seth and Roman's cat calls. Gwen and I stepped out from the beach house in our new swim suits. She chose the golden monokini and I somehow found an awesome polka dotted underwire bikini top with some simple matching shorts. Didn't sound too fancy it but it caught their attention.
"You look great babe." Seth said as he planted a kiss on me.
"Thanks, I enjoy your speedos." I replied snapping the band agains this already tanned skin.
"They really accentuate my junk. Thought you might like that." He chuckled.
"You are spending way too much time with Dean!" I sauntered over to Roman and gave him a kiss. "What no speedos for you?"
"Baby girl, you know I wouldn't be able to get my dick in those things." That was true but the thought would be fun to come into fruition.
Dean was of course ogling Gwen but still playing his mind games. I could tell she was just toying with him now, ready to make him burst in his swim trunks. That's my girl!
"Who's ready to go surfing?" Roman asked. Most of us had no idea how to surf but it was something fun to try. Plus, you couldn't have five wrestlers on vacation without doing something athletic. We gathered the surfboards we rented and headed towards the water. Not only did we spend the day crashing and burning but trying to push each other off the the time sunset rolled around Dean had suggested we have a little bonfire on the beach, complete with booze of course. We cooked a few hotdogs and relaxed back in the sand, soothing our aching muscles. Most of us were quiet until Dean came up with a bright idea.
"Since none of us are drunk enough yet we need to liven up this little beach party."
"Why do you always have to liven shit up? Can't you just relax?" Seth groaned.
"A party isn't a party unless Ambrose does something crazy."
"And stupid. Don't forget stupid." Roman chimed.
"Alright Dean, what do you wanna do?" I asked, finally giving into his antics.
"I'll start you guys off slow. What's you like sexiest sexual fantasy? Gwen, if it involves a donkey I don't want to know...or maybe I do."
She kicked sand up at him. "It does not involve donkey. Well, i mean you are ass so maybe it does."
"Oh it's about me huh? Take a number honey." He said with a wink which only caused Gwen to roll her eyes.
"I'll go first before you two start talking about donkey fucking. I want to have sex in like a ferris wheel, or like on some railroad tracks, or like an abandoned building." Seth stated.
"Damn boy you wanna die while getting fucked? You won't be seeing my ass in no asbestos filled abandoned building!" I exclaimed.
"C'mon, it's the thrill of danger while experiencing the ultimate high! It'll be so hot!"
"Wow, Seth. Didn't know you wanted to take a walk on the wild side. Way to go ninja." Dean chuckled before taking another chug of beer.
"I told him he's been hanging out too much with you!" I said. "Roman, how about you? Please say it's something i can accomplish without sacrificing my life."
He thought for a moment, his grey eyes reflecting the fire in front of him and looking all kinds of pensive. I saw the moment the idea popped into his head as he looked directly at me. "I always wanted to fuck in front of a giant window. Like in a hotel where everyone below us could see."
"That's a good one. I might have to join you in on that." Seth nodded.
"You have exhibitionist on your hands, Leena!" Gwen chuckled.
"Seriously I have no idea how this happened!One wants me to die, the other wants the world to see my vag!"
"Alright, Ms. Boring. What's your fantasy?" Seth asked.
"Nope. Skip me. Go to Dean."
"No fair!" Roman protested.
"I'll go anyway, no biggie. So I have this harem right? And they cater to my every command. I mean like feeding me grapes, fanning me with palm leaves, calling me King Dean, the whole shabang right. And every day I fuck at least like..."he thought for a moment. "Seven or eight of them. Like a sex marathon. They can't get enough of it."
"That is so egocentric it makes me want to barf." Gwen hissed.
"Hey, you can be the head lady of my harem. Don't worry about that."
"As if I want to be. That just sounds like a STD party in your pants."
"What about you Gwen? What's your fantasy?" I laughed.
"I want to be on a beach, like this, relaxing in the sun while a big strong muscular blonde man with pretty blue eyes come to give me sensual massage. And Dean Ambrose will be far far away from me." She sighed dreamily. "Is perfect, no?"
"Hate to burst your little bubble, but I ain't going anywhere!"
"Trust us, he won't leave you alone. He's like one of those little chihuahua's that hump your leg every time you enter a room." Seth scoffed. "It's the worse."
"Leena, you still haven't told us your fantasy. Come on girl, spill it." Roman nudged his sand covered toes against my thigh.
"Well which one you want to hear about?!"
"Damn, how many you got?" Dean questioned.
"Well...I didn't want to tell because i'd figure Seth and Roman would be mad..."
"And why would that be?" Seth asked, suspicion rising in his voice.
"Because...sometimes other wrestlers come into play."
Roman's eyes widened in shock. "Like who?! What other wrestler could you possibly want to fuck?!"
I jumped up from my seat and bolted down the beach. "I'm NOT telling!"
Dean got up quickly. "Don't worry. I'll get her! She won't come back without telling us."
It's just too freaking obvious isn't it? ;)