"The world isn't always filled with nice people with goodness in their hearts. Some are wicked, caring for their own lust."
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The gang pulled up in the parking lot of the Marriott. It was busy, even this late at night. A large crowd was gathered at the entrance.
“Holy shit. It’s eleven o’clock and there are this many people here?” Adam exclaimed, stepping out of the car.
“Duh. It’s a hotel. What did you expect?” Lita muttered, giving the blonde Canadian a withering glance.
Rey fixed his shirt and helped Dawn get out of the backseat. “A good hotel too. You’d assume it to be busy, regardless of what day it is,” he added quietly.
“Hopefully the dance floor isn’t too crowded,” Chris grumbled.
“Like you can dance,” Eddie snickered, brushing the dust off of his pants.
“Better than you,” Benoit scoffed.
“Oh yeah?” Eddie teased.
Before they started to argue, Lita shoved them towards the hotel entrance. “Save it for the bedroom later, lovebirds. Let’s try to have fun tonight,” she growled.
Eddie stuck his tongue out at Chris who only scowled.
After twenty minutes of standing in line and another ten minutes of getting through the lobby, they finally got their rooms’ cards.
“Alright. We’ll meet back in the lobby in about fifteen minutes,” Lita called out over her shoulder, carrying her back and heading off to the west wing.
Eddie and Chris went to the elevators, waving goodbye to the rest of the group.
“This is going to be a long night,” Chris sighed as he pushed the 'up' button.
“Hey, at least we’ll be enjoying ourselves. It’s not too often that we get to see everyone,” Eddie quipped cheerfully. His only response was a loud groan.
The elevator on the right chimed and opened up. A family exited out of it, the kids whining to the weary-looking parents.
Eddie stifled a snort, grateful that he didn't have any kids of his own, as he headed to the elevator and hit the button for the eighth floor.
Chris waited until the doors closed before wrapping his arms around the waist and pulling the latino up against him. “Think we can pull a quickie before meeting back up with the gang?” he whispered, nibbling on an earlobe.
Eddie let out a soft laugh. “Can’t wait, cariño?” he murmured.
“No. I miss you too much.”
He only shook his head ruefully. “Ah, why not?”
Chris smiled and kissed his lover gently on the back of the neck, pulling away just as the doors opened.
Eddie threw a wink at the Canadian, walking off down the hallway.
Benoit rolled his eyes at the other man’s immaturity and went after the smaller wrestler.
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Lita fixed the straps of her black dress. She had her hair up in a semi-neat bun. She glanced over at the SmackDown! diva who sported a pretty dark red dress with the curly locks falling down the shoulders. She was sometimes envious of Dawn’s hair, but she had stopped comparing herself to other women a long time ago. There was no point in it and it only served to make her angry. This wasn’t high school anymore, after all. “Where are they? They’re almost twenty minutes late,” she groused, looking at her watch.
“They haven’t seen each other for a couple of weeks at least,” Adam reminded the temperamental brunette, “I’m sure they’re just showing how much they've missed each other.”
Lita face-palmed herself while Dawn blushed.
Rey let out a dry cough, clearing his throat. “They’re here,” he announced.
Lita stomped to where the two men were entering the lobby. “About damn time! I said to meet here in fifteen minutes, not half an hour!”
Chris whispered something in Eddie’s ear and the latino laughed.
“Honestly!” she fumed, crossing her arms.
“Relax, chica. We just got busy putting our stuff away,” Eddie apologized, putting his hands up in surrender. He was clad in dark slacks and a fancy jacket covered his white dress shirt. A tie was awkwardly wrapped around the collar.
“After all of these years and you still can’t put a tie on properly,” Lita sighed, her temper fading now. She stepped in and began fixing her friend’s tie.
“I’m gonna go talk to the guys. See ya,” Chris murmured, planting a quick peck on his lover’s cheek before heading over to where Rey and Adam were chatting with Dawn.
Lita finalized the loop and fixed the knot, stepping back slightly. “There. All done,” she murmured, smiling.
“Thanks,” Eddie mumbled, grinning cheekily at the diva. “I’m gonna go get soda. Want anything?”
“No, thank you though,” Lita declined, watching the wrestler weaved through the crowd towards the refreshment area. She remembered later regretting letting him out of her sight.
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Eddie fought to get past several groups of people before he finally made it to the bar. “Coca Cola, please,” he gasped out to the bartender.
“Come here much?”
Eh? He glanced over and saw a woman sipping a cup. “No. This is my first night here,” he replied. Uneasiness prickled at the back of his neck, but he ignored it.
“That’s wonderful, sugar. Maybe I can show you around the city,” she purred, winking.
Eddie blushed and looked away. “Thanks, but no thanks. I’m here with friends.”
“Aw, that’s a damn shame. Name is Amanda,” she sighed, holding her hand out.
Eddie blinked, looking at her again. The lady was certainly pretty with the light brown hair flowing down and a nice smile, but there was something about her dark eyes that made his skin itch. “I’m Eddie,” he murmured, shaking her hand. His drink was ready and he was about to leave when she called out to him.
“Why the rush? Stay and talk, I’m all by myself.”
He hesitated. He wasn’t comfortable with the looks she was giving him, but eventually good manners won over. “Alright. I can’t stay for too long, I’m afraid,” he sighed, sitting down on the seat next to her.
Amanda smirked. “That’s okay, darling. I just want a quick chat. It’s not too often that new people come by. ‘Specially good looking ones,” she drawled, taking another sip of her drink.
Eddie fought back the blush that was making its way across his face. “Uh, so what brings you here to the hotel?” he asked, hastily changing the subject. It was awkward, but he didn't like the way she was eyeing him. He felt like a slab of meat under the hungry scrutiny.
“Eh, just need a breather. I’m too cooped up at home,” Amanda replied, shrugging her shoulders, “You’re one of them wrestlers, ain’t ya? I’ve seen you on the tube.”
“I guess so,” Eddie murmured quietly. He jumped when a hand caressed his thigh, almost spilling his coca cola.
“Ah, don’t be so modest now. I'm one of your biggest fans. You single? Maybe I can make it worth your while,” she purred, stopping just shy of the inner thigh.
Eddie scooted away from the woman, fighting the urge to bolt. The crazy look in the dark hazel eyes honestly frightened him. “Ah, I got someone for that. Thanks for the offer,” he stammered.
Amanda blinked and withdrew her hand. “Damn,” she breathed.
Eddie let out a soft sigh of relief when the contact was broken. Then somebody called his name. He turned around.
Amanda quickly seized the opportunity and plucked a couple of pills in the drink, stirring hastily to make sure they dissolved. Thankfully no one saw her and she sat back down in her seat. She smiled when he turned back to the table.
Eddie sipped his coke, glancing over at the woman. He was sure that it was his imagination but Amanda seemed to have a wild, maniac look about her. “You okay?” he asked politely.
“Mm? Yes, I’m fine,” Amanda answered absently, watching with glee as he downed half the soda.
About ten minutes has passed and Eddie began feeling strange. His arms and legs felt like lead, and his head was starting to pound. He tried to stand up, but his legs gave out under him and he crashed to the ground. His movements were growing increasingly sluggish. “Wha..?” he slurred, confused. He was fine just a second ago. What the hell happened?
“Oh dear. You must be exhausted. Let’s get you to your room,” Amanda purred, hoisting the wrestler up and put one arm over her shoulder. “Where are you staying at?” she murmured, dragging him to the elevator.
“Uh. 823.”
She smirked and led him to the floor. “Where’s your card, mm?” she murmured, shamelessly groping the front of his pants as she looked for the key.
“Back pocket,” Eddie mumbled, fighting to stay awake. He vaguely felt hands on him, but everything was spinning so fast that he couldn’t focus. Then he had the strange sensation of falling and a body climbing on top of him. “Uh?”
“Shh, it’ll be okay,” Amanda shushed softly, unbuttoning his shirt and splaying her hands out on the torso. It had been a while since she had shared the night with someone and it was nice to feel flushed skin under her hands. “Just relax.”
Eddie heard a faint purring sound and raised his head weakly to locate where it was coming from. Then cold air hit his legs when his pants were taken off. “What’re y’doing?”
“Relax, love. One of your…..friends told me to treat you,” Amanda lied, kissing softly on the stomach and starting to tug down the boxers.
“Chris? But why would he --?” Eddie started to protest, but a finger pressed itself against his lips.
“You can ask him yourself later. Shhh. Just go to sleep. Everything is going to be okay now,” she cooed, petting him on the hair lightly. She would love to do this while he was awake, but he was complicating everything at the moment and she wasn’t sure how much time she had.
Eddie relaxed, sleep instantly taking over him and strange dreams filling his mind.
Amanda pulled both the underwear and pants down till they were pooled around the ankles. She worked at taking the shoes off, tossing them across the floor.
Eddie twitched, his slumber being disturbed slightly when he felt fingers caressing his member. “Chris, g’way,” he whined.
She paused in her stroking, the name throwing her off. She smirked, deciding to play along. “But I thought you like me touching you,” she purred.
“Stop it. I wanna sleep,” Eddie muttered, trying to turn on his side.
“Shhh….It’s okay. Just stay still,” Amanda hushed, moving her hands up to pin the shoulders.
Eddie grumbled, but did as he was told. A shiver raced up his spine when he felt a tongue massaging the skin of his neck. Sleepiness washed over him again, but then sharp pain woke him up when teeth dug in.
She quickly muffled the confused shout, covering the mouth with her hand while she sucked on the neck.
Eddie started to tremble, a whimper escaping from him. He didn’t understand what was going on, why Chris was hurting him. He just wanted to sleep.
Amanda leaned back, admiring the bite she made on the neck. It was an absolute mess. A sliver of lust shot up through her and she laid down on top of the shaking body. “It’s okay, babe,” she reassured softly.
“Why’re y’doing this? I don’t r’mber pissin’ y’off,” Eddie mumbled, his words heavily slurred.
Amanda only hummed, kissing the cheek lightly. “Why don’t you just be quiet and be a good boy for me,” she murmured huskily.
Eddie frowned, but obeyed. His head was killing him and he could barely hear the soft words above the pounding.
She focused her attention back to the cock, a grin splitting across her face.
He let out a confused moan when warm wetness enveloped his flesh. He tried to move, but his legs were too heavy and he only managed a full-body flinch.
Amanda ignored the movements, knowing that he wasn’t going anywhere. Not for several hours at least. After a few minutes of sucking, the cock was fully erected. She let out a satisfied grunt and pat the face. “Good thing about men is that you don’t need to be ‘in the mood’ for you to be hard,” she cooed, re-positioning herself.
Eddie became more and more puzzled when the warmth moistness returned. It felt so weird. “Wha..?”
She chuckled a bit at the bewilderment on the flushed face, wiggling a bit. It felt so nice to have a cock in her. It had been so long that she almost forgot what it felt like.
He winced at the motion. Despite the wetness, it was too raw. His member felt like it was being chafed open and rubbed against sandpaper.
Amanda quickly sped up, trying to keep her moans down. Her climax came far too soon in her opinion, but she had to wrapped this up as fast as she could. The erection had flagged almost as soon as she put it in her, but she had continued anyway. It was better than nothing. She rolled off, putting her thong back on. “Thank you,” she purred, kissing him on the lips.
Eddie had already passed out, sleep getting the better of him.
She tsked and started to pull the blanket over him. Then she paused. This didn't feel....completed. She pursued her lips, wondering if perhaps he had a cell. She walked over to where she had thrown the pants and dig through them, grinning in triumph when she felt the distinct shape of the phone in the front pocket. She quickly flipped it open, going to the camera. She aimed it at the sleeping man and clicked on the main button. Amanda saved the photo in the camera roll and closed the phone, putting it down on the tableside dresser. Making sure she looked presentable, she left the room and closed the door slightly. She skipped down the hallway, feeling better for the first time in weeks.
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