Getting an invitation to any of the companies celebrations was near impossible. So, when me and a few of my co-workers were asked to be the entertainment, we almost fainted. Linda personally asked us to sing while Lillian took her breaks. "I would be honored, Mrs. McMahon. What is the occassion?" "Taker is going on his fifteenth year with us. He hates it when we fuss over him, but I really want to get him this time." "Do you have any particular songs in mind?" "Surprise us." "I can sing 'Iron Man'." "No heavy metal." "He likes Black Sabbath." "But it's not fitting for a WWE celebration." "But it's a celebration for him." "I'm sure the other ladies won't have a problem taking your turn on stage." "Anything but metal it is."

When the day of the celebration came, I dressed in a purple tube dress, and matching stilleto sandals. I got my hair done in a French twist with a few loose tendrels. I walked into the ballroom fully intent on wowing Taker-- one way or another. I knew showing up a little late would work to my advantage. As I walked through the door, Taker stood there greeting the guests.

"Hey, Taker." "Hey, darlin'. Couldn't find a date?" "I didn't ask anyone. I plan to leave with one, though." I winked at him, then smiled. He laughed, then gave me a hug. "I heard you're singing for me tonight." "Yeah. Me and a few of the other ladies are taking turns filling in for Lillian. Linda said I couldn't do our kind of music, though." "I'm sure I'll love it, anyways." He kissed my cheek, and said, "I'll talk to you in a bit. I have to greet everyone." He curled his lip, as if to say he hated standing by the door.

I grabbed a glass of champagne from the nearest tray, and turned around to look at Taker. He was still watching me. I held my glass up in a salute, then tipped it back to drink the golden liquid. He smiled, then turned back to Chris Jericho and his wife, who stood in front of him.

I made my way around the room, and stopped to talk to some of the wrestlers. Everytime I looked at Taker, he was dancing with a different partner. No one caught on to what I was looking at, until I sat with Matt, Lita, Shannon and Test. "Are you going to sit here and stare at Taker, or are you going to ask him to dance," Lita asked. "I don't want to embarass him by asking him to dance." "Well, if no one else will dance with you, I will," Test said. He stood and held out his hand to me.

I took his hand, and let him lead me to the dance floor. As we danced, I had to keep pulling his hand off of my ass. "Keep your hands on my waist, or back, but not on my ass. I'm after a much bigger fish tonight." "Alright, Baby." I didn't take offense to him calling me "Baby". All of the guys did. I guess it's because I'm so much smaller than them.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder. "May I cut in," came the deep southern voice. Test released me. "Go right ahead, Taker." I smiled up at him as I wrapped my arms around his ribs, and laid my hands flat on his back. His arms went around my shoulders, and we slowly started to move together. "I was wondering when I'd get to dance with you." He laughed. "I'm slowly making my rounds." "I hope I get another one before the night is over." "This one isn't over, yet." "I know, but I have to sing next." I looked up at the stage, where Lillian's band was set up. I thanked God for the recorded music I'd be singing with. "Are you nervous?" "No. I love singing. And, I'm singing for a person that is very special to me." His hand went to my cheek. "Thank you, Baby." He leaned down, and softly kissed me.

We lost all track of time. Someone tapped on the microphone to get everyone's attention. We both looked up at the stage, and saw Linda staring back at us. "Welcome back to the party, Taker and Baby." She looked the crowd over. "This next singer has a special song she asked if she could sing to Taker. Some of you know her as the one who writes your checks, but most of you know her as Baby."

I grabbed Taker's hand, and pulled him on stage with me. "Can I get a chair up here?" One of the servers handed a chair to Taker. He set it down, then offered the seat to me. "Sit down, Big Dog." After he sat, I nodded to the guy playing the music. The trumpets blared through the speakers. I looked at the guy, and signaled for him to turn it down. I kept track of the timing in my head, then began to sing:

During the horn solo, I sat on Taker's lap. "Well?" "I hate disco, but I'm enjoying this." I laughed. "What song did you want to play?" "'Iron Man'" He patted my ass, as I went back to singing:

His arms went around me, and he kissed me. "Give me the mic." I handed it to him. "That was sweet of you, darlin'. I can deffinately say you're my number one right now. But you and I both know I don't listen to that kind of music." I laughed, then nodded. "How about playing 'Iron Man' like you wanted to?" "I was told not to, Taker." We both looked at Linda. She covered her eyes, and waved for me to go ahead and sing it. "Thanks, Linda."

I took the mic from him, and stood from his lap. He took the chair, and went back to his table. "Can I get Jericho and Edge up here to help me out?" Jericho howled as he ran to the stage. He kissed my cheek, then grabbed the guitar sitting in the stand. Edge slowly walked to the stage, and grabbed the bass guitar sitting in its stand. He leaned toward the microphone as he looked at Jericho and I. "I just want to warn you, I'm no Geezer Butler." "Hell, I'm no Tony Iomi, but I'll try." I sat down at the drum set. "I'm sure as hell not Dave Ward or Ozzy, but I'll do both." I slid off the stiletto sandals, and threw them across the stage, then started the beat on the bass drum. Chris did the first grind on the guitar. Then the second. On the third he growled, "I AM IRON MAN!" I set the beat that would go through the rest of the song, then began to sing:

As the three of us finished the song, it got really hot on stage. Three more poundings on the drums, and it was over. I saw Taker walk to the stage, and I slowly walked around the drum set to meet him. I became dizzy, and my legs got wobbly. I nearly collapsed as I reached him. "You ok, darlin'?" "It's hot in here. I need to get some air." He put one arm behind my back, and one behind my knees, and he carried me outside. He sat down on one of the brick planter boxes, and held me in his arms.

"You did good, Baby." "Thanks, hun." "Are you sure you're going to be ok?" "I'm just fine, Taker. I just wanted a few minutes alone with you." He chuckled. "I wanted to make sure we weren't interrupted again." He smiled at me as he let out a sigh. "Baby..." "The other girls singing tonight... They did it to get your attention. They all want you. That's why I thought the first song was fitting." The arm still around my back pulled me against his chest, and his large left hand went to my cheek. "You have my attention, and I want you." He kissed me slowly, deeply, making heat build between my thighs.

The music blared from the party as someone walked out the door. Taker and I both looked to see Linda standing there, looking back at us. A smile slowly curved her lips. "I've embarassed you long enough, Taker. If you and Baby want to leave, I'll cover for you." I laid my head on Taker's shoulder, and he slid his hand up my side. "Thanks, Linda." "Baby, I expect to see you in the office Monday." "You're giving me tomorrow off?" "The checks don't go out until next Friday. It can wait." She winked at me. "Thank you, Mrs. McMahon." "Goodnight," she said as she turned to go back inside.

He turned back to me. "Seems you have your date." "Mmm... And the one I wanted, too." "Since we have the dancing and drinks out of the way, do you want to go to the hotel?" "I thought you'd never ask." I kissed him as he picked me up, and carried me to his rental car. He sat me on the hood long enough to fish the keys out of his pocket, and unlock the door. When he came back to me, I wrapped my legs around him. "You can slow down. We have all night." "The tent in my jeans you've been hiding doesn't want to wait that long." "I don't want to either, but you don't have to rush." He picked me up, and set me in the passenger seat. He got in the driver's side, started the car, and we made the short drive to the hotel.

Once the car was parked, I opened the door. "Hold on," he said. "Really, you don't need to carry me." "If you would have grabbed your shoes from the stage, I wouldn't. I don't want you to step on any glass." He looked at me, and gave me his sideways grin. "Besides, I kinda like carrying you." He got out of the car, and came around to my side. He picked me up, and said, "wrap your legs around my waist, your arms around my neck, and act drunk." I laughed. "What?" He looked down, and my eyes followed. "To hide my little problem." I looked up at him, and smiled. "Feels more like a big one to me. Why do I have to act drunk?" "So I have an excuse to carry you in the lobby." I leaned up, and kissed him. "Wanting to have sex isn't enough of a reason?" He kicked the door closed, and pushed me up against the car. "Keep it up, woman. I'll take you right here." "Atleast I'd be able to walk through the lobby afterward."

He turned around so fast that I thought I had upset him. With quick, long strides, he carried me into the hotel, and to the elevator. He set me down, and pressed the button for the sixth floor. He leaned against the back wall, slid down it a little, and parted his feet to hold his balance. I stepped between his feet, and laid my hand on his cheek. "Are you mad?" He laid his hands on my thighs, and slowly slid them up. "No, Baby, but these jeans are getting real uncomfortable." "I'm sorry, Mark." "For what?" "For getting you hard before we were ready." He chuckled. "Baby, I let you do this to me." I stepped even closer, and let my hand slide down his cheek, and neck; all the way down to the button on his jeans. His hands covered mine. "What are you doing?" "Loosening these for you." "Just a little longer, and we'll be in the room. I can wait."

I grabbed him through his jeans. "I want to feel you." He picked me up, pressed me into the elevator doors, and ground his hips against mine. "You're going to feel me all the way inside you," he groaned in my ear. He stumbled, and almost dropped me as the doors opened. We both looked up, and Kane was looking at us. "Uh... Hi, Kane." Taker got a better hold on me, and rushed to his door. "Baby? Taker?" Kane looked after us, then shook his head as he got on the elevator.

He set me down to open the door. Once it was open, he let me go in first. I walked over to the bed, and turned to look at him. Just looking in his eyes as he walked toward me made a numbing heat roll over my skin. I closed my eyes as his arms went around me. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he shocked me by slowly swaying to an unheard beat. I looked up at him as he pulled my hand up to his shoulder. He grabbed the other hand, and said, "you asked for another dance." He kissed my wrist, then laid my hand on his shoulder. This new side of Taker was almost alien, but I didn't say anything, for fear of ruining the moment. His hand went to the back of my head as he came down to kiss me. He pulled the pins out that held my hair up. After he got the last one out, he ended the kiss.

With my eyes transfixed on his, I started unbuttoning his shirt. He went still when I slid my hands inside to touch his bare chest. "You're not ticklish, are you?" I pushed his shirt off of his shoulders. He closed his eyes as my hand slid down to the waistband of his jeans. "No. I haven't had a woman touch me like you are for two years." I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. "You have good restraint."

He hunched down, and slowly peeled the dress up and off of me. I pushed his jeans and underwear down to his ankles. When I came back up, I came face to face with the large piece of male flesh jutting out at me. I stroked his length with my right hand, and massaged his testicles in my left. I licked a drop of pre-cum off of the head before taking him into my mouth. He tunneled his fingers in my hair as I licked and sucked his salty cock. His muscles clenched as he tried to hold back his release. I let him slide out of my mouth as I looked up at him. "Let it go, Mark." I took him in my mouth again, and let his cum shoot down my throat.

I let his dick slide down my body as I stood. He put his arms around me; one hand on my ass, the other worked on the clasp on my strapless bra. With a snap of his fingers, my bra fell to the floor. He backed me up to the bed, and laid me down. As he joined me on the bed, his large frame made me understand the nick name that he, himself had given me. I felt as small and helpless as a baby. He kissed my neck, and slowly moved down my body. He licked, nipped and suckled my breasts, as he slid his fingers into my panties, and pulled them down.

"Take me now, please," I pleaded. He laid between my legs, and lifted my hips off the mattress. He slowly swept his tongue over my opening, before dipping it inside. He licked my hole, and teased my clit until I became so close to my orgasm that my body began to tremble. He crawled up my body, and slowly entered me.

He held himself up on his large tattooed arms on either side of my head. I looked up into his intoxicating green eyes, and laid my hands on the back of his neck. I pulled the band out of his black hair, and shook it loose. His eyes bore into mine as he slowly made love to me. I ran my hands down his arms as I closed my eyes and moaned. "Mark, if you only knew how long I've wanted this..."

"...I wouldn't have gone without for two years." He leaned down, and kissed my eyelids. "I knew, darlin'. I noticed the way you look at me. I heard the comments about finding out if I had any ink below the belt." He licked the curve of my ear. "I wasn't ready," he whispered.

I slid my fingers through his hair, as I kissed his Adam's apple. He held the back of my head in one hand, as the other went down my side, then grabbed my ass. He rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. I sat up, and rocked my hips. He watched me through his lashes as his hands roamed my body. I clenched my muscles around his long hard shaft. The moan I got in response rumbled through him. He sat up, and toyed with my breasts as he braced my back with his arms. "Oh, gawd, Mark..." He claimed my lips as we came together.

As he ended the kiss, he pulled me down to lay on top of him. He lazily slid his hand up and down my spine. He kissed the top of my head, before saying, "this could be the start of something beautiful, Baby."