The Meet and Greet

Dean had just sat down and was watching the fans file in. Looking over at Toni, the event planner for this WWE event, he silently begged her to take him away from all this. As if she could read his mind, Toni, walked over and stood behind him. She bent down and whispered, "You only have to do this for a couple of hours and then you have the rest of the day free". He smiled and asked if she was also free. "Maybe if you're free, too, we can grab something to eat", he said as the fans walked up to his table. She squeezed his shoulders and said, "We'll see". Dean smiled as he watched her walk away. Over the course of the next two hours, he smiled, signed autographs, took pictures, and did what he was supposed to as a representative of the WWE Superstars.

When it was all over, he joined the other superstars, for an impromptu Q & A session, set up for a local Boys and Girls Club. Dean had already spent two hours talking about everything from wrestling to food to who his favorite ball player was, he wasn't up for this. He followed Toni and the others into the room. This was really impromptu, as there were chairs and couches set up and a huge big screen TV that played videos of various WWE matches, featuring him and the other superstars and divas, that were with him. He found the food table and grabbed something to eat. He looked up and saw that Toni had someone gotten drenched. He swore that when he looked up, he saw her wearing only her bra and panties, but when he looked again, she was wearing a halter top and shorts, just like before. Now he knew he was tired, but he went along with it and sat down, in one of the chairs.

Immediately he was surrounded by females, over the age of 30. Many of them were the mothers, aunts, or workers, from the club. A few of the kids came over, who didn't make it to the signing, so he obliged them. However; the females were another story. Dean loved the attention, but some of these moms made the ring rats look normal. Toni saw what was going on and decided to rescue the "handsome devil", as one of the ladies had put it. "Sorry ladies, but I need to steal this one away for a few minutes. I'll bring him back as soon as I can", Toni said as she took him away and escorted him through the lobby and to the elevators. "So, I guess you want me all to yourself, right kitten?", Dean asked as they stepped onto the elevator. Toni chuckled and said, "Seriously, dude? I'm more like the mother figure for you superstars and Divas. Reminding you to be here, do this, do that, say this, don't say that", Toni said as they watched the numbers climb.

Finally the doors opened and she had Dean follow her to a hotel suite. Once they were inside, Dean saw the view of the Los Angeles Skyline and the Hollywood sign. Toni explained that he had been chosen to do a photo layout for Gucci watches. He looked at her as she took him to one of the bedrooms and introduced him to the people inside. "Ok big guy, this is Raul and Megan. They are going to get you ready for your photo shoot. This man is Randy Briggs and he's your photographer". Dean shook hands with everyone and then Toni said the one sentence he didn't want to hear. "While they do what they have to do, I'm gonna be in here, relaxing and trying to figure out what it is that makes me do this job each and every day", Toni said as she pointed to the second bedroom. Dean had this "please don't go" look, on his face as he watched Toni leave. He let the workers do what they had to do and then he did his photo shoot. He had to admit that he was having fun, especially with the girls they had him posing with, but in reality, he wanted to be with Toni, in the other room, helping her see why she loves her job so much.

Once the photo shoot was over, everyone left and Dean went to Toni's room. He saw her lying on the bed, reading papers and entering information, into her laptop. "Hey, you up for something to eat?", he asked. He saw her look up, from her organized mess and smile. "I'd love to but I gotta get this report done before the bosses come after me. Rain check for later?", she asked. Dean smiled and went across the room to his bedroom. He plopped down on the bed and turned on the TV. Soon, his mind started to wonder and he was thinking about her and the way she was sitting there, sucking on her pen. He wished she was sucking on him and within seconds he was palming himself, through his jeans. It seemed like forever but as soon as he undid his pants and released his throbbing member, he heard a noise, He looked up and saw her standing there. She was looking down at him and smiling. He looked up and said, "You know, if you touch it, it might get bigger. Maybe even 8 or 9 inches, you play your cards right".

Toni stood there, smiling. "So, you're telling me that you would rather have me touch you and play with you, instead of getting something to eat", she said as she walked towards the bed and stopped. Shakily, giddy, the heady sensation of desire and need already beginning to seize her as she put her hand on the ties of her robe, opened it, and let it fall to the ground. She sought him out and found his smooth hardness, hearing him groan when she did. "Make love to me," she whispered. "Please...make love to me, now!", Toni said. Dean got off the bed, stripped away his clothes, and effortlessly picked her up. He laid her down, carefully, as he stood above. The room had become dark, except for the light of the TV and the light coming in from the window. Dean turned off the TV and climb in beside her.

She was glad for it. Hoping the cover of darkness would hide the brief fear and momentary panic held within her eyes. "I've never been with anyone," she told him whispering, almost wishing her words to be too soft to be heard. He paused as though thinking, considering. Again panic washing through her for a moment more. "I'll be gentle," he promised, and then slid onto the bed beside her. He began touching her, kissing her, though not urgently. Soft and gentle, until she felt the moisture that had already gathered between her legs suddenly increase, as her need became lust, as the panic she had once felt evaporating away, becoming want...desire. Even then, she expected him to enter her, soon. As his hands slowly lowered in exploration, his fingers just brushing the silky smooth folds of her femininity, she anticipated the eventual arrival of his male-self. She prepared herself for it, unknowing of the sensation, having little if any real knowledge of what was to occur, what it might feel like though she had masturbated often while imagining it in the past.
Even as he rolled, placing her beneath him, she found herself holding her breath, her legs automatically coming a part so that he could lie between them comfortably, surrendering. The feel of his lips as they discovered her breasts sent additional chills, additional goose bumps racing up and down her entire body. Like a meadow of wildflowers waving in the breeze, she felt each and every bump come alive, beckoning to him, imploring him to enter her fully and completely. She lay beneath him, anticipating the knock of his penis to the door of her now wet pussy, somewhat confused, bewildered as he slithered down the length of her torso instead. Toni felt the press of his lips upon her naval as he kissed it, realizing as he did, she was holding her breath. She exhaled slowly as his tongue darted inside, causing her to inhale sharply, unexpectedly, once again holding her breath. As his lips continued to kiss, almost, but not quite tickling, only then did she realize his intent as he began moving downward even further. She had petted before, heavily, though only recently with her ex. But even then it had never gone beyond hands and fingers, though pleasant that it was.

He had once tried to coax her, convince her into letting him do "this" as she thought about it. But she had squirmed out from beneath him literally kicking him away. Not this time, no. Certainly not this time as tiny electrical thrills paralyzed her body. She lay motionless as though dead, wondering briefly if he would sense some sort of panic, fear, and hesitation on her part. Yet his lips and tongue continued their slow torturous journey until finding the secret hidden treasure of her pleasures. There it was again as he kissed her, simultaneously drawing in the tender sensitive nubbin of her being, the fires now raging wildly both within her mind as well as between her legs, suddenly consuming all thought, all sense of sensibility and inhibition as each evaporated like falling rain upon steaming asphalt. She didn't even realize that her hands were now fingered through his thick hair, until she felt it tangle, pulling between her fingers. His sigh of pleasure as he gave pleasure as well as approval, thus...she continued, pulling on his hair, interlocking it as his lips interlocked once again with her so sensitized clitoris, exploring its wonders, as it in turn became a wonder of indescribable pleasure and profound joy such as none that she had ever previously experienced before.

She was again glad for the darkness, for her eyes and face would have embarrassed herself, for she swam in a sea of luxury, giving herself over to it, accepting compromise as her voice betrayed her soul, gasping out in wanton lust, heated desire, ever escalating passion. "Oh Dean! Dean!" she cried out finally, forgetting herself, allowing herself to feel and in doing so, allowing him to know the intensity of her pleasure. Over and over again she called out his name as his lips kissed, sucked and nibbled at her. She moaned audibly, loudly, surrendering, as his tongue finally skewered the folds of her sensitive honey-dripping flesh, seeking out the nectar that had pooled there waiting to be found. She felt the beginnings of her climax, teetering on the edge, and there is where he kept her. Not once, not twice, but three times he pushed her there, hovering...waiting, keeping her on the cliff of bliss, drawing her back just as she was about to fall. "Oh fuck!" she heard herself crying out, giving in to the madness and desire that so ravished her from within.
She was only vaguely aware when his breath whispered into her ear, when his rigid rock-hard need lay within the satin folds of her pussy. She felt the tentative, yet urgent introduction, a brief albeit sharp pain, then suddenly a fullness enveloping her, a sudden grasping as her sex took hold, caressing his entry sucking him in, then holding him there within her. She cried out, but not in pain, though there had been some, briefly. But in total surprised wonder as she became one with him, one within herself, now complete now whole as never before. They lay along time like that, unmoving. Eventually, her need for more had coaxed movement. Gradually and tantalizingly slow torturous movements, she felt his cock and her pussy became fire. Together they explored the universe they'd created. Mindlessly, effortlessly as they exploded together in rapturous bliss, colors of every hue imaginable painting the canvas that they now shared together.

The play of sunlight streaming in through the windows as it danced upon her face caused her to stir, wakening gradually as though from dream. She had lost track of the number of climaxes she'd had. The number of times they had made love. The feel of his magnificent cock, as she had taken it deep within her lips, coaxing from it his pearly substance one last time before he too collapsed, spent and exhausted as never before. Sadness came to her then upon waking, reaching over for brief minor comfort at the touch of his still sleeping flesh. "Baby? We need to get going," she stated, now rousing him from his own joyous slumber. "What time is it?" he asked groggily, sitting up. "Time to get going," her simple reply. "What are your plans for today anyway?" he asked reaching over to pull her back to him, where she did, falling into a heap against him, half-heartedly making some attempt to pull away.
"We have more meet and greets planned and then you have Hell In A Cell, tonight, where I'm going to be watching you, kick Seth's ass, once and for all", she said as she climbed out of bed and retrieved her robe. Looking at her, he asked her the weirdest question he had ever asked a girl. "By the way, why do you do that?" he questioned, after he showered and was now getting dressed. "Do what?", she asked. "Act like you weren't interested in me, yesterday", he said as he watched her go into the bathroom. Heard the shower turn on and then off, a few minutes later. She looked at him and said, "Well, in my position, I can't show favoritism. I changed my name just to get this job and I wanna keep it, because I'm proving that I can do this on my own", she said as she headed towards the other bedroom.

Dean followed her and asked what she meant by the comment. As she dressed she explained her tale. "See, my real name is Antoinette McMahon. My uncle is Vince McMahon and I didn't want people to think he gave me this job, so I changed it to Toni Marino, using my mother's maiden name. I asked for this assignment, because I like you and your work", she said as she finished dressing. Dean smiled and asked if she wanted to get something to eat and she smiled and said she would too. As they left the room she told him that she almost didn't accept the assignment because she wasn't sure if she could handle being around him. When Dean heard this, he hugged her and said, "Actually honey, I'm kind of glad you didn't, it sort of turned out even better this way". She smiled as they kissed and headed out the door, but not before Toni retrieved the key from off the dresser, sticking it inside her pocket.