#1 Crush by Garbage

I would die for you
I would die for you
I've been dying just to feel you by my side
To know that you're mine

I will cry for you
I will cry for you
I will wash away your pain with all my tears
And drown your fear

I will pray for you
I will pray for you
I will sell my soul for something pure and true
Someone like you

See your face every place that I walk in
Hear your voice every time I am talking
You will believe in me
And I will never be ignored

I will burn for you
Feel pain for you
I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart
I'll tear it apart

I will lie for you
I can steal for you
I will crawl on hands and knees until you see
You're just like me

Violate all my love that I'm missing
Throw away all the pain that I'm living
You will believe in me
And I can never be ignored

I would die for you
I would kill for you
I will steal for you
I'd do time for you
I would wait for you
I'd make room for you
I'd sail ships for you
To be close to you
To be a part of you
'Cause I believe in you
I believe in you
I would die for you.

The night's event is a Velocity/Smackdown taping. Mark is set to return tonight to start his fued with Kane. Vince personally gave me the shitty job of standing by the rear entrance, and giving the guys the shows itenerary. With my cut off WWE baseball shirt and hip huggers, and the fact that it's February, let's just say I'm freezing my ass off. But I stand inside the door and do my job. What makes it worth while is that I have a message for Mark. It isn't much of a message, but it gave me a reason to talk to him. I've handed out the papers for over an hour, but he hasn't shown up yet. In thirty minutes, I'll have to take my place behind the curtain to give the guys their cue. I look at my watch to make sure it's working right, and the door opens again.

I shake off the cold wind that blows through the door, as I look up at the man. I give him the once over, and he seems to be doing the same. "Welcome back, Taker," I say as I hand him his sheet. "Thank you. Do I know you?" "I've worked here for a few years. You've probably seen me a time or two." "I think I would have remembered seeing you." He's a bit of a flirt. And I love it! "Aren't you a little cold out here dressed like that?" Mark says. "Very cold is more like it." "Here."

He hands me the paper, then sets his bag on the floor. I watch him as he takes off his red "Big Evil" hooded sweatshirt. He takes the stack of papers from me, and hands me the sweatshirt. "Put this on." I pull it over my head, and put my arms in the holes, but don't see them coming out. I push the sleeves up to find my hands, then take the papers from him. "Thank you, Taker. That was sweet of you." He grins. "Don't let it get out. I have a reputation as a bad ass to uphold." Then, he winks at me. I smile back at him. "My lips are sealed. By the way, Vince wants to see you." "Do you know where I can find the old man?" I look at my watch again. "Tell ya what. I have to take my place behind the curtain in a few minutes. How about if I lead you to him?" "Sounds good to me. Just give me a minute. I need to get a shirt on."

I look at his chest and stomach before he bends over to get in his bag. "You look fine to me." He pulls a Harley shirt out of his bag, then looks at me. "Are you flirtin' with me, darlin'?" I smile at him. "Maybe just a little." He chuckles. "Well, I'm a little cold, so I need one." I would give anything to be able to wrap my arms around him, and warm him. He pulls his shirt on over his head, then picks up his bag. "Alright. Lead the way." I take him through the halls, until we reached Mr. McMahon's door. "Here, let me give this back to you," I say as I start to take off his sweatshirt. "That's ok. Give it to me after the show." "Alright. Your dressing room is right down the hall. I'll meet you there after the show." "Alright. You're the cue girl, right?" "Yeah." "Could you do me a favor?" "Anything." "Can you give me some kind of physical sign when it's my cue? I have a hell of a time hearing over the motorcycle." "Sure thing, Taker."

I turn away as he goes through the door. A physical sign. Should I point? Should I wave my hand in front of him? Should I tap him on the shoulder? The thought of touching him gives me shivers for a new reason. "Hey, wake up." I look up to see who spoke. "Oh. Hey, Sean." "You ok? You almost ran into me." "Yeah. I'm cool." I keep walking until I reach my spot. During the show I wonder what I should do. Then, he walks the Titan up, and is standing next to me. "You ok?" "Yeah. I'm ok, Mark." He quirks his brow, because we are supposed to use their stage names. "Uh... I mean Taker." "Don't sweat it. You can call me Mark anytime." He makes some adjustments on the carborator, then starts the bike. He checks the gauges, then puts the kickstand up. His music starts, and I'm still trying to figure out how to show him. Without thinking, I make him face me, and kiss him. He tries to go deeper, but I have to stop him. I pull back, then hold the curtain open for him.

Once he's through the curtain, I sink down to the stage floor. 'Why did I just kiss him? Oh, hell... I can only imagine what he thinks of me now. But wait... He licked my lips.' I lean against one of the entranceway braces. 'Could he possibly... I dare not even get my hopes up. But, I would die if I could have him, I would kill all who oppose him, I would steal his heart's desire, do time, and wait for him. I'd make room for him in my life. I'd sail the oceans blue to be close to him, to be part of him.'

The roar of the Titan's engine snaps me out of my thoughts. He's at the top of the ramp. I feel the butterflies flutter in my stomach, but I find the strength to stand. I pull the curtain back for him, and wait for him to ride through. As I close the curtain, he shuts off the engine. He swings his long leg over the bike as he gets off of it. He walks toward me, his eyes dark, almost sinister looking. "I can explain..." Before I can finish, he kisses me. He pulls away fast, but holds my shoulders. "I don't think you know who you're playing with." "I know, and I'm not playing." His erection rubs my belly through our clothes. "Do you realize how hard it is to hide this in front of the cameras?" I close my eyes. "It must be near impossible."

"Is everything ok, Taker," I hear Vince ask. My eyes grow as I look up at Mark. "No. I think she has a bit of food poisoning," he says as he smiles down at me. He winks, then lets the smile fade as he turns toward Vince. Before the boss can see me fully, I grab my stomach, and fake the illness. "Are you going to be ok?" "I... I don't know," I moan. "Let Taker help you to the back, and I'll get one of these guys to finish for the night." "Ok, Mr. McMahon." "Better yet, Taker, help her to the hotel room. There's no need for her to stay here." "You got it, boss." I continue to hold my stomach until we reach his dressing room. He closes the door behind us, and I hear the lock click. "Why did you lock the door?" "Because we're not going anywhere yet." "Well, I'm getting out of here, before Vince catches on." "No, you're not," he says as he grabs my arm. "You still have my sweatshirt."

He pulls me with as he backs toward the couch. He sits down, then pulls me toward him until I straddle his lap. His hands slide up my sides, peeling the sweatshirt off. He throws it to the cushion beside us, then lays his hands on my bare ribs. His thumbs slide under my shirt, and barely miss my breasts. I close my eyes as his hands slide up to knead and caress them. He uses his thumbs to raise my shirt and expose the mounds of flesh. The calloused pads of his thumbs scrape over my nipples before he leans forward to take one in his mouth. I let out a moan, and arch my back to meet him. "Mark, tell me I'm not dreaming this time." He looks me in the eyes. "If you are, we're having the same dream." I lean forward, and taste the lips I have longed to kiss. He opens for me, and lets his tongue dance with mine. He moves down, nibbling my chin, licking my throat, then moves the shirt out of the way to bite my shoulder.

He pulls the shirt off of me, and lays it on top of his sweatshirt. His hands go across my shoulders, then down to squeeze my breasts. They slide further down, then around to cup my backside. I lay my hands on his shoulders, and look into his eyes. "I want you, Mark. All of you." I slide my hands down, over his nipples and tight stomach, to grab the bottom of his shirt. I pull it up, and he raises his arms so I can take it off of him. I get of of his lap to undo my pants, and pull them and my panties off. I lean down and kiss him. "Please be mine. Atleast for tonight." I get on my knees in front of him, and rub my hands over his knees, then up his thighs until I find the bulge in his jeans. He stands, and I work on the button and zipper. I pull his jeans and underwear down, then lean forward to take his length in my mouth. As he slides down my throat, I look up at him. His head is leaning back, his lips are parted as he lets out a low moan. While I suck on him, he runs his fingers through my hair, and grabs a handful before thrusting his hips in time with me.

"Stand up," he says in a rough voice. I obey, but I don't stay on my feet for long. He picks me up, and slowly enters me. He takes a couple steps, then I feel the coolness of the wall on my back. His teeth graze my neck as he retreats, then plunges further inside me. I moan with the shock of his size. I wrap my arms around his neck, and hang on as he goes faster and faster. He moans in my ear, "you're mine." He thrusts faster and harder, bringing us both closer to the edge. As we reach our peak together, a loud buzzing could be heard through the room. I close my eyes for just a second, and lay my hands on his cheeks. "Damn, you're good!" I open my eyes and look at him. His image fades until I can't see him anymore. I close my eyes to the sting of unshed tears.

When I open my eyes, I see the morning sun flooding into my bedroom. I turn off the alarm clock as a tear slides from down my cheek. "Damn it! I will have you, Mark. One of these days, you will be mine." I hug the empty pilow beside me, and cry until I can cry no more.

by Guns N' Roses

I'm tired of Mark ignoring me. Tonight, Mark will see me; a whole lot of me. He's not going to get away from me this time. I have a plan, and the tools to carry it out. I toss my bag in the car, and start up the engine. I turn the six hour trip to Dallas into a four hour trip as I'm lost in my thoughts. I'm lucky I didn't get a ticket. I make it to the arena with two hours until the start of Smackdown. Good.

I walk around the backstage area, familiarizing myself with the lay out of the dressing rooms. I stand outside Mark's for a few minutes, before going to the curtain. I drop my bag in the darkened area where I usually stand, then go back to hang out with some of the others as they file in. Thankfully, they set up the dry-erase board, so I don't have to hand out the damn iteneraries like in my dream. I look over the list of matches. Good news and bad news. Mark's match is last. The bad news is he has Paul Bearer, who will most deffinately be in the dressing room with him. Damn it.

I ate a light dinner with the crew, before taking my spot to perform my duties as the cue girl. The show goes off without a hitch. I even give Mark my sexiest smile before he went out on stage. In return, he gives me that sideways grin that makes me melt. I allowed myself to melt while he was out in the ring, but once he was backstage, it was show time. I give him enough time to get a good head start to his dressing room. While he's walking, I'm getting prepared to put my plan into action. I stash my "tools" in my jeans pockets, then head for his dressing room. I hear Paul's voice as I reach the door, but knock anyways. "Yeah," Mark yells out. I open the door, and peek in. "Can I talk to you alone for a minute, Taker?" He looks up at Paul. "Can you give us a few minutes?" "I'll meet you in the car." As he walks out the door, I walk in. I close and lock the door behind me.

"What can I do for you... Uh, what was your name?" "Jade." "Ah, yes. Jade, what did you need?" I walk over to him with my hands behind my back. As I get close to him, I take the switchblade out of my back pocket, and push the button to open it. I grab a handful of his jet black hair, and straddle his lap, as I put the knife to his throat. "For four years I have been flirting with you, and you haven't said a word to me. You can't even remember my name." He laughed, as he put his hands on my hips. "Who put you up to this? Was it Bradshaw?" I slide the sharp edge of the knife down his left pec. "Ow!" "This is no joke, Mark. I am dead serious." I lean down, and lick the blood off of his chest. "You are seriously weird, lady." "No weirder than you are." I go back to licking the blood off of him, until he grabs a handful of my hair. "Uh, uh, uuhh... One wrong move, and my knife plunges into your heart. If I were you, I'd sit back, and enjoy what I'm doing to you."

He releases my hair, but continues to scowl at me. I lay my hand on his cheek, and smooth away the lines with my thumb. "If you would have atleast said something to me, I wouldn't be doing this right now." He growls at me. "Now, that's not very nice." I pull the straps of his top down from his shoulders one at a time. I lean forward, and kiss him. "I don't want to hurt you, Mark," I moan. I kiss him again. "But I will if I have to." I reach down between us, and unbutton his leather pants. I stare into his eyes as I unzip his pants, and slide my hand inside. His damn singlet was in the way of touching flesh. I stood from his lap. "Stand up, and take it off." "No." "Either you take it off, or I'll cut it off. I don't think you want my knife that close to little Mark. I may slip." He stood from the couch, and slid his pants and the singlet down. He sat back down, and kicked them off with his shoeless feet. "Do you honestly plan on raping me?" he asks with a touch of humor in his voice. "Well, you won't sleep with me willingly..." He grins. "You can atleast give me a little show. How about taking that shirt off?" "Oh, no, hunny. I ain't taking my eyes off of you. Do you think I don't realize you could kick my ass if I wasn't armed, or aware of what is happening?" "Do you think I couldn't take that knife away from you, before you got to stab me?" "Wanna try?" "No. I'm kinda enjoying this."

I get on my knees in front of him. His long, thick rod stood out from a bed of soft red curls. I stick my tongue out, and taste his salty flesh, before taking him into my mouth. He moans as my lips slide up and down his shaft. I look up at him, but his head is leaned back. I let the head slide from between my lips. His cock feels like velvet covered steel as I stroke him. Then, he looks down at me; his eyes a dark shade of green. "I've always had a fantasy about that tongue thing you do." "Take off those jeans, and I'll make it come true." I stand, but instead of making me take them off, he helps me out of them. With one quick movement, he throws me on the couch, and kneels in front of me. He sticks his tongue out, like he does for the show, and teases my clit with the very tip. Then, he spreads my lips, and plunges his tongue inside me. I pull his hair out of his face, as he continues to fuck me with his tongue. With one hand, he pushes my shirt up. While he continues to lick me, I pull the shirt off. When he sees my breasts, he moves up to take a nipple into his mouth. As he does, I notice a trickle of blood rolling from the cut I made. I wipe it up with my finger, and he stops to look at me. I press my finger to his lips, and he licks the blood off.

"Do you like the taste of blood?" I ask him. "I want to taste your's." I make a cut just above my left breast. As he sees the blood flow from the cut, he presses his lips to the wound, and sucks greedily. He stops, and licks the blood from his lips. He positions himself for entry, and with one quick thrust, enters me. I cry out at the feel of his overwhelming size. He groans as my muscles clench around his length. With my eyes closed, I say, "Mark..." "Yeah?" "I want you to bite me. I want to know that I am awake this time." He bites the wound on my chest, making the blood flow faster. "Oh, damn... I'm deffinately awake." He licks the blood off, and makes sure the flow has slowed down. He looks down at me, before pounding into me unmercifully fast. I push the button on my knife to close it, then throw it to the floor where my clothes lay. I lock my ankles at the small of his back, and hold on to his neck. "Oh, hell... Mark..." I moan as I reach the first peak. I press my lips to his still oozing wound, and suck the blood away. When I lean my head back, he licks the blood from my lips, then dips his tongue inside to search out every dark crevice. He suddenly stops, and closes his eyes, as he leans his head back. I feel his length throb inside me. As he begins to thrust hard into me again, he groans, then cums inside me.

by Korn

Are you ready for a good pounding baby? (get down)
Are you ready to get it on? (get down, get down)
Don't pretend you're not fucking freaky baby. (get down)
I will spank that ass just for fun (get down, on the ground)

Ass up high, make a motherfu-cker cry
It's so good, that I could die
Help me stay alive.

The time is right
I want to feel it good'n tight.
I'm down to do this all night
I'm gunna beat it upright.

I'll behave
Oh my God, make me beg, my God!
Yes I'm ready for a good flogging baby (my God) (get down)
Come on ream my ass for fun (get down/my God/get down)
Don't let up till my ass is bleeding baby (my God) (get down)
Don't let up until you are done (get down, on the ground)

Ass up high, make a motherfu-cker cry
It's so good, that I could die
Help me stay alive.

The time is right
I wanna feel it good'n tight.
I'm down to do this all night
I'm gunna beat it upright.

We're going on a ride
I'm gunna turn you inside out upside down
Don't try to run and hide,
Yes it's true what they say about my kind.

Are you ready for a good pounding baby? (get down)
Are you ready to get it on? (get down, get down)
Don't pretend you're not fucking freaky baby. (get down)
I will spank that ass just for fun (get down, on the ground)

Ass up high, make a motherfu-cker cry
It's so good, that I could die
Help me stay alive.

The time is right
I wanna feel it good'n tight.
I'm down to do this all night
I'm gunna beat it upright.

I had just started to doze off one night, when the phone in the hotel room rang. "Hello?" "I need you, now." "Mark?" "I'm in 428. You have ten minutes." "Ok." I crawled out of the bed, and wrapped myself in the robe provided by the hotel. I grabbed the key card, went out to the elevator, and rode it up the two floors to get to his room. As I knocked on the door, it opened, and I was pulled inside.

"Whoa..." "Did anybody see you?" "No." "Good." He made sure all of the locks were done, before untying the robe. He bit and sucked on my neck as he pushed me against the door. "Oh, fuck..." "Little girl, you've had me so hot since last time the misses hates you, and she doesn't even know." He traveled down my body until he was on his knees in front of me. I ran my fingers through his hair. "I told you all you had to do was find me." I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the door as he licked my entry.

"I want you to get rough with me again," he groaned. My eyes snapped open, and I looked down at him. With no smile or hint of teasing on his face, I began coming up with ideas. I clenched my fist in his hair. "Are you willing to be my submissive?" "Yes, mistress." I pulled his hair hard. "Prove it. Kiss my feet." He leaned down and licked and kissed my feet. "That's enough. Find me a belt." "Yes, mistress."

He went into his bag, and pulled out his belt. He brought it back to me. "The belt, mistress." "Now, on the floor and lean over the foot of the bed." "Yes, mistress." He kneeled on the floor, and laid everything from his chest up on the bed. I took off the robe, and tossed it into a chair. I walked up behind him with the belt in my hand. I grabbed his hair in the other.

"Do you know why I am about to beat you with this belt?" "No." "No, what?" "No, mistress." "I gave you a simple task. All you had to do was kiss my feet. You took it upon yourself to lick them as well. Did I give you permission to lick my feet?" "No, mistress." "Now I have your nasty slime on them." "I'm sorry, mistress." "You will be." I pulled my arm back, and let him have four hard slaps with the belt; one for every stroke of his tongue.

When I was done, I told him, "get up." He stood up with his head bowed, awaiting instructions. I walked circles around him, looking him over. "You should feel lucky I allowed you to leave your clothes on for those." "I do, mistress. Thank you." "Strip for me." "Yes, mistress." I sat at the foot of the bed and watched him. It was hard for me to stay in character as he revealed every delicious inch of his body to me. Once he was finished, he stood before me, his cock at attention. "My poor slave... A hard on, and I won't let you use it..." "I understand, mistress."

"On your knees." He returned to his kneeling position. I spread my legs to make room for him between my knees. "Come to me, slave." The way he crawled, he looked like a panther, his eyes were dark and hungry. "Smell my hole." "Yes, mistress." He closed his eyes, and deeply inhaled my feminine scent. "Does it smell good to you?" "Yes, mistress." "Would you like a taste?" "Yes, mistress." "Only a small taste." He slowly slid his tongue along my opening three times. "How did it taste?" "Delicious as always, mistress."

I slid my hand along his cheek, then down to his chin. "I'll make a deal with you. If you make me cum with your tongue, I'll consider letting your filthy cock inside me." "Thank you, mistress." I leaned back on my elbows and watched him. I knew it wouldn't take him long. I felt it coming on with the quick licks. This time, he delved his tongue deeper inside, and let his tongue dance within. Then, he slid his tongue out, and flicked my clit with it several times very fast. "Oh, shit... Mark..." "Yes, mistress." "I need your cock in me now."

He wasted no time. He didn't even get on the bed to enter me. He pulled my hips off of the bed, and with one quick thrust he was inside me. As he pounded away on me, I slowly slid off of the bed, until he pulled me the rest of the way off and held me against his body. He turned to the side, and laid me on the floor. I locked my legs with his, and raised my hips to meet his. I slapped him hard on the ass with my hand. "Fuck me harder, slave." "Yes, mistress." His thrusts became so hard, so fast, so deep that my back burned as he ground me into the carpet.

It wasn't long before we reached our peak together. We met in the middle with a deep kiss, so we wouldn't alert the others trying to sleep in the rooms around us to our little secret. As the kiss ended I started laughing. "What's so funny?" he asked. "I'm going to have rug burns for a week. You're supposed to be the one hurting, not me." He grinned. "You couldn't hurt me if you wanted to." "I did last time." "You had a knife. Big difference." I leaned up and kissed him again. "You are an amazingly fun lover." "I have plans for next time, too." "Oh, yeah?" "Do you have a dog?" "No." "Have you ever wanted one?" "Yeah. Why?" "You'll find out," he growled in my ear.

Warning: Role-play, sex

by Depeche Mode

As I stood at the curtain one night, getting ready for the show, one of the security gaurds came up the steps to me. "Hey, Jimmy, what do you have in the big box?" "Taker's leather trenchcoat. He said it's too hot to wear back here, so he wants you to have it ready for him." "Um... Ok." "You know how Taker is. He's kinda weird. I'll talk to you later." As he went back down the steps, I put my hands out as if I were going to strangle him.

I set the box to the side until it was almost time for Taker to do his match. I opened the box as he was walking up the steps. "What the hell..." He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "wear the dress, and bring the chain. There's a key card in the envelope." His coat brushed me as he stood. "Mark... Uh, Taker, do you think it was a good idea to have the security guy bring this to me?" He softly petted my right cheek, then leaned down to whisper in my left ear, "he doesn't know what we're up to, Jade" Then he kissed my neck.

Later that night, I changed into the dress as asked, then took his key card and the leash to his room. Before using the key card, I pulled down the 50's style dress that had been made modern by being shortened so much that it barely covered the necessities. "He had better enjoy this," I thought to myself.

I opened the door, and looked around the room as I closed it behind me. Before I could turn around, I heard him sniffing my rear. Then, he bit into my right ass cheek. "Ow! Bad dog!" I turned around to see that he had already hung his head. He let out a low wimper. As I looked down at him, I laid my hand on my hip. "Maybe you're not a bad dog. Maybe you just need a little training."

I leaned over, and hooked the leash to his choke chain. As I did, he stuck his nose between my barely covered breasts, and licked. He slid his tongue across my skin as he moved up to my neck. "Damn, you smell good," he whispered. I raked my nails along his throat as I stood. "I didn't know dogs could talk." He couldn't help but grin. Then, he growled and barked. "That's better."

He looked down for a moment. When he turned his eyes back up at me, something had softened them. "What's wrong, Mark?" "Do you enjoy doing this?" "What do you mean?" "The role playing, and dressing up, and having your way with me..." "I enjoy having my way with you. The rest I will put up with to get you inside me." He pulled the choke chain off of his neck. "So, if I just wanted to have sex, without the roleplay or "master and servant", that would be fine with you?" He stood as he waited for my answer. "I... Well, yeah. I thought that's what you wanted."

I looked up into his pale green eyes, and he smiled back at me. "I like that you're open-minded enough to do the things we've done together. That doesn't mean we have to every time we're together." He leaned down and kissed me so softly that I barely felt his lips. "Mark, I... I think I do like the roleplay better." He slid his fingers into my hair. "And why is that?" "Because, it's kept me from falling for a married man. Casual sex beats having my heart broken."

He merely brushed my lips with his. "I think of you when I'm with her... Maybe I love you, and I'm seeing her on the side." As he kissed my neck my eyes stung from unshed tears. "Please don't say that, Mark..." "Don't go back to your room tonight. Stay in here with me." My body tingled at his moaned words. As the first tears rolled from my eyes, I nodded.

His hands went to my back, and unzipped the dress. I dropped the thick chain to the floor as he pushed the dress down my body. Once it pooled around my ankles, I stepped out of it, and kicked off my shoes. Mark picked me up, and carried me to the bed. He laid me in the center, then he claimed my lips with a slow, heated kiss as he joined me. He took his time kissing and caressing my body. The way he took his time, and the gentleness of his touch made me snap.

"Mark," I sighed. "Don't make love to me unless you mean it. You can fuck me, screw me, have sex with me.." I swallowed back the sob that threatened to escape. "...but don't make love to me." He crawled back up my body. "I want to." He shrugged. "And, what if I do mean it?" I wrapped my arms around his neck as another tear slid from my eye. "You're killing me." He kissed the corner of my eye, where the tear had just escaped. "Don't cry. Just enjoy the moment. I'll worry about the rest."

As he aligned himself for entry, I wondered what he meant. But, as the head slid inside me, all thought escaped me. I raised my hips to greet him. I closed my eyes as inch by inch he sheathed himself. Once he was in to the hilt, he stopped. He brushed my hair back from my face. "When we've seen each other before, you may have seen me as your submissive, or your pet, but I've always seen you for you. You've done things to me- inside and out- that no woman ever has, and I can't forget that."

"I see what he's doing. I fulfilled what he wanted, so he's doing the same for me," I thought to myself. I couldn't help but laugh at my stupidity for believing him. "What's so funny? I'm professing my love for you- something that's not easy for a man in my position to do- and you're laughing at me." "I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at myself for believing it." He looked at me with confusion written on his face. I sobered as I looked up at him. The confusion cleared from his face as realization took over. "You think this is one of our games, don't you?" I nodded. "Jade, I wouldn't have asked you to stay with me tonight if it was."

I never realized how thin the line between love and hate was until he slowly moved within me. The fact that he is a married man made me almost hate him, because I loved him so much that I wanted him to myself. I moved my arms to wrap around his ribs. I pressed my fingers into his shoulder blades, and buried my face in the crook of his neck. "I know you have lust for me, but do you love me?" he whispered. "More than you'll ever know, Mark."

He wrapped me in his arms, and slowly made love to me. The whole experience sent an almost paralyzing numbness over my body. The most dominating person I had ever known, and little me practically raped him, made him my submissive, then captured his heart. I laid back on the pillow, and looked up at him. When I saw his neck, I closed my eyes again. "Look in my eyes, but don't close your's." I did as told, and was greeted by his lips on mine.

Once we were spent, I laid beside him. He pulled me against his body, and kissed my shoulder. My mind went back to what he said. What exactly did he mean by "let me handle the rest"? Was he talking about just that tonight? Was he talking about everything concerning our "thing"? Or, was he talking about "her"? I closed my eyes, and thought of the name on his throat. "I hate that fucking tatoo," I thought to myself.

by Brandy (feat. Monica)

The next week, Mark shocked me. I hadn't seen him all night, until it was time for his match. When I saw who was following him, my eyes narrowed to slits. Before he climbed the stairs, I heard him tell Sara, "go back to the dressing room, and wait for me." "But, I want to..." "No. Go back to the dressing room, and wait for me." "I don't know what the hell's gotten into you lately..." "I don't have time right now. Just listen to me." As she turned to go back to the dressing room she said, "go to hell."

He watched her walk away before climbing the steps. "I'm sure I'm walking into hell right now." "What the hell is she doing here?" He sighed as he reached the top. "Calm down, baby. She's going to catch us, tonight." "Do what?" "Midnight tonight meet me in the hotel bar." Mark leaned down and kissed me softly. "I don't have time to explain right now." With one hand buried in my hair, and the other clamped on my rear, he pulled me against his body and kissed me deeply. "Trust me. I know what I'm doing."

"You're blocking the damn curtain," Randy Orton said. "Fuck off," I told him. "Hey, you pulling double duty, Taker? I saw your wife back there..." "It's none of your business, boy." Orton's music began to play. "I think that means it's time for you to go," I said as I pulled back the curtain. "With pleasure. Your little affair is making me sick." Randy walked through the curtain.

"There's no turning back now," Mark said. "If we don't go through with my plan, he'll let it slip." "I don't have a problem with it. I just want to be sure you know what you're doing." "I do, baby." "Then, I'll be there. Maybe a little early, to get a few drinks in me first." He smiled down at me. "Order a shot of Jack for me." "I will." He leaned down and kissed me slow and deep. Then, his music started. "Good luck, hun," I said as I held the curtain open for him.

I arrived at the hotel bar at eleven. I ordered a Jack and coke and sat in a booth facing the door. I looked down into my drink, and ran my finger along the rim of the glass. As I did a body filled the empty seat across from me. "Do you mind if I sit here?" I looked up at him. "It's your funeral, Randy." The waitress came over to get his order. "Congac on the rocks," he said.

When she walked away, he looked at me. "Why Taker?" "Why do you care?" "Because I'm not always an asshole." I smiled at him. "To be blunt, he gets me hot and bothered." "I don't?" "Nope," I said as I lifted the glass to my lips. I took a sip, and set it down.

"Come on, J. Let Taker stay with his wife, and give me a shot." "To be honest, you're not my type." "And what is your type?" "Well, first, I like older men, not younger." "Only by a year." "Second, do you even know what gothic sex is?" "S&M, bondage, blood drinking, piercing your lover..." "Hot candle wax, brandings..." "That's what you're into?" I pulled the collar of my shirt down, and showed him the scar above my left breast. "I did this for Mark. He has a matching one." "Drinking from the source?" "Yep." I knocked back the rest of my drink, then set the glass on the table.

I stared into his eyes. "No matter what you think, what happens tonight is not my fault." "What are you talking about?" Just then, the door to the bar opened, and Mark came in. As he walked over to the booth I stood. "Hunny, you're early." "Yeah, I know. I had to leave the room before I hit her." He looked down in the booth, then back at me. "What's he doing here?" "Trying to talk me out of seeing you." He looked back at Randy. "Get out of here, kid, before the shit hits the fan."

"What's wrong, Mark?" He looked at me and smiled. "The fight went a little too well. I closed the elevator doors on her, but she should be here any..." "YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" The other patrons had turned to look at the crazy woman that had just came in. Neither Mark nor I turned to look. We knew who it was. Mark gave me an evil grin, before leaning down and kissing me. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her walk over to us.

He held his arm out to stop her. She slapped his hand off of her chest. "So, is this the little whore you've been fucking?" she asked. Mark turned and looked down at her in silence. "I asked you a question, you mother fucker." Randy stepped out of the booth, wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and pulled me away. "Actually, this one's mine," he said.

Mark looked over his shoulder at us. "Nah, it's cool, Randy." He turned back to her. "I've buried my dick in her a few times." "And now you want to leave me for her?" I could hear the smile in his voice. "Oh, yeah... She'll do anything I want her to in bed. More than I can say for you." She gave him a disgusted look. "So, you're leaving me so you can have a sex slave?"

I broke free of Randy's arms. I wrapped an arm around Mark's waist, and smiled at her. "Actually, it works both ways." I looked up into Mark's eyes as I slid my hand down his chest, then slid my fingers inside his jeans. "Your husband loved it when I raped him." "Is that right?" "Mmm... I'm almost tempted to let you watch us, just so you can see what I'm doing that you're not."

Sara grabbed my arm, and pulled my hand out of his pants. She swung me toward her, and punched me in the eye. I fell backward into Orton's arms. He pulled me back to another booth, and sat me down. "Are you telling me Taker is worth this drama?" he said in a whisper. "You wouldn't understand." I looked up to see Mark coming toward us. Sara had grabbed a bottle of beer from the bar, and knocked him on the back of the head with it. The bottle shattered, sending beer and bits of glass flying. He whirled around to look at her. "I came down here to keep from hitting you. Don't make me do it."

She pointed the neck of the bottle at him. "What the hell am I supposed to tell our child when it's born? "Daddy left us for a girl from work"?" "What the hell are you talking about?" "I'm pregnant, Mark." I used the back of the booth seat to help me stand. "Guess what, bitch... So am I."

She came around Mark- at this point, I don't remember how- and jabbed the bottle neck into my stomach. "I hope I just killed the little bastard," she growled in my face. With every bit of strength I had left, I punched her in the stomach. As she doubled over I said, "I hope I just killed your's."

As I felt my body fall backward, Randy lifted me off of my feet. "I'll get you to the hospital, J." He looked up at the bartender, who looked at me aghast. "Call an ambulance for these two." The bartender looked at the bottle neck still protruding from my abdomen, and nodded. I wrapped my arms around Randy's neck, and looked down at the blood stain that slowly grew on my shirt. "Oh, shit..." I suddenly felt faint. Then, my head fell on his shoulder.

When I awoke sometime later I felt a hand holding mine, but couldn't see who it belonged to. The room was shrouded in darkness. I gave the hand a slight squeeze. "J? Are you awake?" "Randy? You actually stayed with me?" "Yeah." "Why?" "I thought you could use a friendly face when you woke up." "Well, I can't see it," I tried to laugh. I could see his shadowed figure stand and reach for the switch. A pale light filled the room.

I smiled at him as he sat back down in the chair. "That's better." I squeezed his hand again, this time a little stronger than before. "Has Mark been here?" He sighed. "No, he hasn't. I checked to see if they came in, but they didn't." His thumb slid over my fingers. "Are you really pregnant?" "No. She was bluffing him, so I thought I'd bluff her." "J, she's his wife. She could really be pregnant."

I pulled my hand from his, and laid it on his cheek. "I don't care right now. Thank you for helping me. You were right; you're not always an asshole." He pulled my hand away from his face, and kissed my palm. "You can pay me back when you get back on your feet." I groaned. "What do you have in mind?" "Dinner before one of the shows." I smiled at him. "It's a date then."

That's when I heard the door close. I turned toward the door, and saw Mark. He didn't look angry... just surprised. "After all the shit that happened tonight, you're going to set up a date with him?" "It's just dinner to pay him back for bringing me to the hospital." He sighed, then looked at him. "Randy, can you give us a minute?" "Yeah." He stood, then looked down at me. "I'll be right outside the door." "Alright."

Once Randy was out the door, Mark came around the bed, and sat next to me. "What's he doing here?" "I don't know. I just woke up a few minutes ago, and he was here. Maybe he was waiting for you to get here." He lifted my hand, and kissed my finger tips. "I'm sorry it took so long. I made her take a pregnancy test." "And?" "She is. As for you..." "I'm not," I sighed. "Fight fire with fire, right?" I laced my fingers with his. "So, what does this mean?" He looked down at our hands. "I have to stay with her, atleast until the baby is born."

I pulled my hand away from his. "I'm sorry, Jade, but I have to be an honorable man in this case." "And, because of the child, your honor to me means nothing." "It does, but..." "You promised you wouldn't break my heart." "I know I did." He sighed. "If you want to hit me go ahead." "You'd enjoy that too much." Then, I yelled out for Randy.

As he came in he said, "yeah, Jade?" "Come here." As he came within reach, I grabbed a handful of his shirt, pulled him down, and kissed him. When I ended it I said, "I think I'll take you up on that offer you made before the shit hit the fan." His eyes darted to Mark, then back to me. "What about him?" I looked at Mark, then back to Randy. "Since he is staying with his wife, what I do is no longer his concern." I looked at Mark again. "Consider that your slap in the face. Get the hell out of here."

He sneered at me. "You're only doing this to get back at me." "Am I? I've been with older guys so long I forgot what it was like to have a young buck." I looked up into Randy's blue eyes. "I think he's just the man to refresh my memory." Mark stood. "Fine. If that's how it's going to be, I have a wife to take care of." As he walked to the door, he tried to look angry, but I saw the hurt in his eyes.

Once the door was closed Randy walked around to the other side of the bed, and sat down. "Now, how much of what you told him was bullshit?" I laughed. "Ready for a shocker?" He nodded. "None of it. Back at the bar, I was trying to let you down because Mark was about to leave his wife for me. Since he's not, I'm going to continue my life without him." He leaned over me, and pressed his soft, sensual lips to mine. "The first step would be to get you out of here, and get you better," he said. I smiled up at him. "And the second?" "Refresh your memory."

by Static-X

A couple weeks later, I held my head high as I walked in the arena on the arm of Randy Orton. I'd never been able to walk into the building with Mark, for fear of someone telling his wife. With Randy, everything was in the clear. As a lover he was quite the animal. And that body... WOW! After two weeks, something about him had brought out the feminine side of me. I was wearing skirts and make up again, and actually fixing my hair. It seemed the mistress had been put to rest. Then, I laid eyes on him.

I hadn't been paying attention until Randy said, "hey, Taker." I looked at Randy, and saw his smug grin, then looked up at Mark. I leaned into his body as he draped the arm I had been holding over my shoulders. Mark's eyes locked on mine as he said, "Orton... Jade..." I laid my hand on Randy's chest. "Hello, Mark." "Can I talk to you for a sec, Jade?" "Not unless you can say it in front of Randy." He gave me that half grin, then looked at Orton. "Guess who I'm fighting tonight."

I looked up at Randy as he turned to me with that grin. "Well, this should be interesting." I lightly tugged at his shirt as my eyes grew. His hand went to the back of my head as he leaned down and kissed my forehead. His hand went down to grab mine. "Don't worry about me, baby. The old man here is going to be the one nursing his wounds, while we're kickin' back at the club." To complete his point, he spun me, as if we were on the dance floor. He finished by circling his arms around my waist.

I saw Mark's hand reach for my shoulder out of the corner of my eyes. Randy's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. "Don't touch my girl." I pressed my face to his chest. I could feel Mark's eyes on me. "Alright... You just remember, she was my girl first." The anger and frustration built within me. I pulled away from Randy, and looked at Mark. "First off, I'm no one's girl. I'm a woman. Second, you're married, buddy. You never laid any claim to me, so if I'm anybody's, I'm Randy's." His eyes may have been impassive, but I could feel the anger roiling inside Mark. I kept my eyes on him as he walked away.

"I don't think I want that glare turned on me," Orton laughed. "Hey..." I turned to look at him. "...don't worry about him. If you want, I can stand watch at the stairs after I get ready." I laid my hand on his neck, and smiled. "That's sweet of you, but I'll be alright." He leaned down and kissed me. "If you're sure..." "I am." "Alright. I'll see you later." After a quick kiss, we parted ways.

The show was going as usual; no unscripted injuries, and everything was running on time. As I watched the second to the last match from the curtain, I heard heavy foot steps on the stairs. "Tell me this is all a bad joke." "What do you mean, Taker?" "Taker, huh?" "That is what I'm supposed to call you at work." I let the curtain close, then turned to him. "I mean you and Orton." My smile was hidden in the darkness. "He's... He's quite amazing." He reached out to touch my hair. "Is he better than me?" "You're as different as night and day. But, uh..." I bit my lower lip and smiled wide. "I like the way Randy's been rockin' my bed."

Mark grabbed me, and pressed me up against one of the braces for the stage set. "I'm about to be in the ring with your little boyfriend. I could show him a world of pain like he's never known, or I can take it easy on him. The choice is your's." "Why? You know, I didn't force you to make love to me. I didn't force you to profess your love for me. I didn't force you to promise you would leave your wife. Yet, you did all three, and broke your promises not to break my heart, and to leave that bitch. I don't have to worry about all of this stress with Randy. I can walk into the arena or his hotel room, and not worry about his wife finding out."

The curtain was pulled back, and Heidenreich walked through. "Is everything ok, Jade?" "Yeah, I'm fine, John." "Are you sure? I can go get Randy..." "There's no need," his voice came from the steps. "Taker, I specifically told you to keep your hands off my woman." "And, if she wasn't trying to piss me off, she wouldn't be your woman." As John walked down the stairs he let out a disgusted sound. "Love triangles..." he muttered.

Not caring what Randy thought, Mark kept me pressed between his body and the brace. I looked up at him. "Everything I thought I wanted before, it all went down the shitter when you broke your promises to me. I'm sticking by Randy. We are through." Randy's music started. My heartbeat quickened, and my breath became labored. I didn't want to be left alone with Mark after what I just said.

Randy must have sensed my fear. He pushed Mark away, pushed back the curtain, and in a bold move against policy, he pulled me out onto the stage with him by my hand. He whipped me across the stage until our arms were outstretched between us. He spun me around, but I winced as he dipped me. "What's wrong?" "My stomach is still tender." He helped me back up then lead me to the ring.

I walked around the outside as Randy got in the ring. I saw Michael Cole motion me over to the announce table while Tazz held a headset up. "Shit," I thought to myself as I walked over to them. Tazz took off his headset and said, "Stephanie wants to know why you're out here. Think you can make it good for the show?" "Yeah." He put his headset back on, as I took the other set, and put it on.

"For those of you at home that are wondering who the lovely lady is that came out with Orton, she is our curtain girl, Jade Warner," Michael said. "Yeah. So, Jade, why did Orton pull you out with him?" "Well, Tazz, Randy was concerned for my safety. He saw that the Undertaker had me backed up against the wall in the back. Randy pushed him off of me, and brought me out when his music started, so he couldn't bother me again." "That seems almost uncharacteristic of Randy Orton." "No one is as simple as black and white, Michael. Randy can be very sweet when he wants to be." "What did the Deadman want from you?" Tazz asked. "He had seen me with Randy a few times, and thought he could get to him through me."

The arena went dark, then Taker's theme started. Unlike his normal entrance, where the stage lit up with a purple light, the arena stayed dark for a couple minutes. When the lights came back on, he was standing in front of me, his wide brimmed hat and long coat still on. His eyes were rolled back, and the snarl was on his lips. His hand reached out faster than I could back away, and grabbed my throat. His hand slowly tightened around my neck, until I could barely breath.

I watched Randy climb to the top rope, and jump down on Mark's back. The hat flew off of Mark's head as he stumbled, and I fell into Tazz's lap. Randy grabbed Mark's sleeved arms, and tried to pull him away. Mark pulled his arms out of the sleeves of the coat, turned around, and cold-cocked Randy. "Damn you!" I yelled at Mark as I stood. He turned back around to look at me, that half-grin on his lips. He grabbed a handful of my hair, and kissed me roughly. With one high heel sandaled foot, I caught him in the nuts.

I heard Tazz laughing behind me as Mark loosened his grip on my hair and doubled over. "Did you see that!? Little Jade kicked Taker in the family jewels!" "I guess it's true what they say; big things do come in small packages," Cole said. "She is one gutsy lady to stand here and watch him wrything in pain." Tazz continued laughing. "Not only that, look at her... She has that cocky grin that Orton gets."

I kept my eyes on Mark as I went around him to revive Randy. I kneeled beside him, and shook him. "Randy, baby, wake up. Come on, you don't have time to lay around. Get up!" He finally opened those beautiful blue eyes, and looked up at me. "Is it over?" "No, baby, and he's recovering from a nut shot. Get up before he gets you." Too late. Mark grabbed my hair, and flung me back against the ring. The impact knocked the wind out of me. He stalked over to me, the angry glare in his eyes. "It's over! Leave me the hell alone!" He pinned me between his body and the ring. "It's not over, until I say it is."

Suddenly, Mark was pulled away from me. Randy unloaded on him until Mark fell to the ground. He came over to me, and laid his hands on my face. "Are you ok, J?" "I'll be all right." He kissed my forehead, then turned back to Mark. Randy picked him up and tossed him into the ring. I needed to sit down, but there was no way in hell I was going to go to the back. I sat back down with Tazz and Michael Cole. Tazz set the headset in front of me. I put them back on, and tried to catch my breath.

"You're just like a Timex, Jade. You take a lickin' and keep on tickin'," Tazz said. "I just tick a little slower after a lickin'," I said as I watched Mark and Randy go at it. "I can't shake this feeling that Taker has a personal agenda with you," Cole said. "That is between me and Taker, Michael. That's not for the world to know." "Fair enough. Can you explain the nature of your relationship with Randy Orton? It seems to be quite close." "We've been dating for two weeks." "Actions speak louder than words here, Jade. To me, it looks like the Deadman wants a taste of what Orton is getting."

I thought of telling them the truth, but I wasn't sure what that would do to Mark's character. And screwing with Taker's image could get me fired. As for speaking about my relationship with Randy, it wouldn't screw up his image. He had been promoted as an ass-kickin' lady killer since he started. "Even if the Deadman had better "rigor mortis", shall we say, than Randy, he couldn't get me in bed with him." That drew a round of laughter from Tazz and Michael Cole. I sat silently as they continued to call the match.

At one point, Randy seemed to be getting the upper hand. I pulled off the headset, went over to the time keeper, and took a folding chair. I folded it, then shoved it in the ring to Randy. He picked it up, and was about to use it, before Mark got up, and kicked the chair into Randy's face. The referee disqualified him. I jumped into the ring, not concerned with the protests my body gave. I crawled over to Randy, and leaned over him. Tears blurred my vision.

"Randy, hunny, speak to me." As I tried to revive Randy, my skirt was pulled up, and a large hand connected with my ass cheek. I stood as I whirled around to look at Mark. I glared at him as I got closer. I pounded away on his chest. "Why the hell can't you leave me alone!? I want someone normal, for once! I don't want to be your mistress anymore!" He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and pulled me against his body. Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed against his chest. "No matter what's going on between me and Sara, my love for you hasn't died."

He leaned down and kissed me, soft at first, then he parted my lips, and slid his tongue within. After a moment, I bit his tongue. As he pulled away, I punched him with all my might. "I can't live like this, Mark. I'm staying with Randy." I saw Randy start to move at my feet. I leaned down, and helped him out of the ring. I turned to look at Mark as Randy and I walked to the back. I saw the blood cover his lips, probably from his tongue, but he stood staring after us with his hands on his hips.

Once we made it to the back, and down the stairs, Randy wrapped his arms around my waist. He was still out of breath as he said, "thank you for trying to help me." "Would one of you two..." The voice paused for a moment. "...three explain what the hell that was all about? The three of you almost ruined my show!" Stephanie yelled at us. I looked at her over Randy's shoulder. "A love triangle, I guess you could say," I answered. "Jade..." Mark started. "No, Mark. It interfered with business. She is our boss..." I went on to explain what happened.

"What about your wife, Taker?" she asked. He looked down at his feet, and let out a heavy sigh. I stepped away from Randy, and showed Stephanie my scars. "She stabbed me with a beer bottle after letting both of us know she's pregnant. I called it off with Mark that night. That's when things started with Randy and myself. I guess Mark can't let it go." "Oh, I would, if she'd admit she's only seeing Orton to piss me off. I was going to divorce Sara for her, and that same night she starts dating this little cum guzzler? Something's off there."

Stephanie looked down , lost in her thoughts for a moment. "As much as I hate to do this, you're suspended for two weeks, Taker." "WHAT!?" "They weren't bothering you when you started this crap tonight. Take the time to cool down on the matter, spend some time with your wife, get back in her good graces." "I admitted my affair to her! What makes you think I want to be with her, and put up with her shit for two weeks?" "Now, that's your own fault, Taker. You made your bed, now lie in it." Mark stormed off to his dressing room.

Stephanie turned to me and Randy. "As for you two, get used to being on screen together. Atleast until the next time Orton and Taker meet. I spoke to my dad. He likes this idea for a storyline." "Please, Mrs. Levesque... You saw what happened out there. Mark... Taker out-weighs Randy by a hundred pounds, and me by two hundred. As you saw, we both took some hard bumps out there." "Well, you two have two weeks atleast to get ready. I'll set up some training time for you with Finlay." "Shit," I muttered. "Alright. You're the boss." "And don't any one of you forget it!"

by Lords Of Acid

The first week of Mark's suspension, Randy and I were wrapped up in our training. We hardly seemed to see each other, let alone get a moments time alone. So, once we were in his private dressing room, we were ready to tear at each other. Randy had an early match, so we weren't able to before hand. Once his match was over, we celebrated his victory.

He had me bent over the arm of the couch, and was gliding in and out of my tunnel, when I heard the doorknob rattle. I looked at it, and watched it shake. "Randy, someone's trying to get in." He stopped and watched the knob, but it didn't move. "Someone probably bumped it. It's nothing." He leaned over me, and pressed his lips to my shoulder. That's when the door was kicked in.

"What the..." The door swung open, and hit the wall. In one stride, Mark was in the room, and the door was slammed shut. I screamed at him as Randy jumped off the couch, and got in his face. Before he knew what had hit him, Mark had back-handed Randy into the wall, his head bouncing off with a sickening thud. I had curled up into a ball on the couch. There was nothing I could do to help Randy. There was no way I could defend myself, or get away from Mark. The look in his eyes dared me to even try. He took one of the end tables, and blocked the door with it.

As he turned back to me, he said, "get back in that position you were in." "Mark, I'm not going to..." "DO IT, NOW! You won't like it, if I have to force you into it." I silently willed Randy to wake up. I could hear Mark working on his belt and jeans as I leaned over the armrest again. I buried my face in my arms, as I awaited his torture. As soon as his knee hit the couch, he was working his way inside me. I let out a groan as he completely filled me. He grabbed my hair, and pulled my head back. "Now you've had us back to back... Who's bigger?" I couldn't turn my head to look at Randy, but I turned my eyes to see he was still out. "You are."

"You're a southern girl... What does every self-respecting man never leave home without, besides his wallet?" I closed my eyes, and swallowed hard. "His knife." I heard the blade click into place behind me. "Very good." He touched the blade to my throat. "Now, darlin', you're going to do exactly as I tell you." I swallowed back my tears. "Yes, master?" "This week I will be following you and Randy everywhere you go. You will come to me every time I call you. The first time you refuse me, Randy will die. The second time, you die." "I understand, master." "You are not to tell him where you are going, or what you are doing. Give him an excuse." "Yes, master." "Why are you calling me master?" "Because you are in charge." "Damn right, baby."

He began moving within me, pushing himself harder and deeper within. His hips slapped by bottom, and his balls bounced off of my clit. Faster and faster he went until he came within me. That's when Randy began moving. "He's waking up, master." "I will call you when I'm ready," he whispered in my ear, before getting off of the couch and adjusting his clothes. As he pulled the table out of the way, and walked out the door, I curled up on the couch again.

Randy sat up and looked around. When his eyes landed on me, everything came back to him. "Oh, shit... What did he do to you?" "N-nothing." "Come on, baby. You can tell me." "No, I can't." He looked me over. With my knees curled under my chin as I laid down, he could see between my legs, and watch Mark's seed drip from my hole. "He... He raped you, didn't he?"

I laid there silently. "Was it really rape?" I asked myself. He forced his way inside me, he held a knife to my throat, but something in the back of my mind found it all very erotic. Randy gently pushed the hair away from my face. "I'm sorry, Jade. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." "I'm sorry, too, Randy," I murmured.

"I'm gonna get you a shirt to wrap up in, then I'm going to get security..." "NO!" "Jade, Taker has gone too far. He needs to be behind bars." "He'll kill you if I speak to the police. Then, he'll kill me." "Is that what he said?" "No, but I know he wouldn't hesitate to do it." A tear slid down my cheek. "Please, Randy, just stay here with me." He looked at me for a long moment, sighed, then nodded. "All right. Let's get cleaned up, then go to the hotel."

When we finally made it back to room 418, the little red button on the phone was blinking, indicating we had a message. I picked up the receiver, and pressed the button. "Room 416, right now," came Mark's voice. "Oh, shit... He has the room right next to us," I thought to myself. I set the receiver back on the cradle as the cheery voice said, "end of messages."

"Who was the message from?" Randy asked. I jumped. "Uh... it was from Stephanie. She wants to see me alone, right now." "Do you want me to walk you to her room?" "No. I'll manage. Lay down and get some rest. I'll be back before long." I grabbed the key card, and kissed his cheek. He grabbed my arm before I walked away. "Keep an eye out for Taker." He paused for a moment. "And be careful." "I will, Randy."

I stepped out of the room, and looked at the door to Mark's room. It had been left ajar. I slowly pushed it open. Once I laid eyes on him, his finger went to his lips. I quietly closed the door behind me. I closed my eyes as he walked up to me. He laid his hand on my cheek, and slid his thumb across my lips. "I think you have this one figured out without me telling you," he whispered. "The point is to be as quiet as possible, or Randy will find out." I suddenly felt his breath on my lips. "Look at me." I opened my eyes, and my mouth went dry. There was no denying the physical attraction between us.

His lips came down on mine, and I slowly responded to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled me against his body. He slowly peeled my clothes off. Once I was naked he whispered, "lay down." I did as he said. I closed my eyes as he began to strip. "Watch me," he said. I opened my eyes, and watch him take his clothes off. Once naked, he joined me on the bed.

He spread kisses over my body, but stopped to run his fingers along the circular scar on my belly. "I'm sorry for what that bitch did to you. I never wanted you to get hurt." "You hurt me more than she did," I whispered. As he placed kisses around the circle, I ran my fingers through his hair.

He stopped for a moment. "She knows I'm leaving her, Jade." "But when? I can't wait forever." "I brought as much as I could with me today. I have to get a new place before I can get the rest." His hand slid up my side. He took my right nipple between his thumb and finger, then pinched and tugged on it. "Now, do I get a house way up here in Bryan..." He slid his index finger from the other hand down to my belly button. "...or in Houston, where you are..." He kissed my stomach between his hands. "...or somewhere in between?" I let out a low giggle. "I like Livingston." "Livingston it is, then."

I looked down at him. "Mark, how long are we going to do this to Randy?" "What? Play that you're cheating on him with me?" I nodded. "Only until next Monday." "When you came up with this idea, I didn't like it. But..." "But, now you feel something for him," he finished. "You've been seriously hurting the poor man, because of our games. Lay off him a little, will you?" "That's the price he has to pay for getting to sleep with my woman." He kissed a trail up my body, until his eyes locked on mine. "Monday, you won't see him until the show," he said with an evil grin. As Mark made love to me, I wondered how Orton would react when he found out what he and I were up to.

by Marilyn Manson

I had spent the week going from training, to Randy's room, to Mark's room. When Monday came, I met with Mark early in the morning. "Hey, handsome. What is the plan for today?" "Like I told you, you won't see Orton until the show tonight. Until then, we are going to bring out your inner Jade." I looked at him as if he were crazy. "What do you have in mind?" "A complete reversal of what Orton did to you. Instead of the pop princess you look like now, by the end of the day, you will be my evil queen."

And, as it turned out, he wasn't joking. As I walked into the arena, nobody recognized me. Not even Randy as he passed us by. "Hey, Orton, did you lose something?" "Jade. Where is she?" He looked me over, from my newly cut and dyed black hair, my gothic make up, down the tight black body suit with the hole in my stomach to allow the chains from my three new piercings to be handcuffed to Mark's wrist, on down to the platform heels. His eyes fixed on my stomach, where my scar peeked out of the suit.

"Jade?" "Randy." "What did you... Why the sudden change?" I ducked my head under Mark's left arm, so his cuff wouldn't pull my chains as his arm went around me. "Well, you see, Randy, my lover and I are on to a new game. You, my dear, while you are very good in bed, were nothing but a pawn in our role-playing games." I looked up at Mark. "This past week, when you thought I was going to see the boss, or going for a walk, Mark and I were playing "lover on the side"." "Truth be told, you were her lover on the side," Mark said. "She's always been mine."

The anger grew in Randy's eyes. He lifted his fist to hit Mark. "Uh-uh... If she gets too far away from me, the piercings rip out of her nipples and clit." "What's going on here?" Stephanie asked as she walked up to us. "These two..." Randy began, then stopped mid-sentence. "Where's Jade? I wanted to ask her how training is going." "Cozied up to Taker, there." She turned to look at me, then turned back to Randy. "Randy, I don't have time for your jokes." "The training is going just fine, Mrs. Levesque."

She looked at me again, as if she couldn't comprehend that it was me. "Show me the scar," she said. I pulled the hole down just enough to show her. Her eyes went wide. "That's quite a turn around you made. Can I speak to you alone for a minute?" "If Mark brought the keys to the handcuffs." I looked up at him again, and noticed his eyes were still fixed on Randy. "Yeah, babe. I think Orton and I have some business to tend to anyways." He pulled the key out of his pocket, and unlocked the cuff around my chains. "Don't start fighting. Save it for the ring," Stephanie warned.

She pulled me away from them, into a semi-quiet corner. "Alright, I want to know what's really going on, and I want to know right now." I noticed the stairs behind her and said, "you may want to sit down." She sat, and I began. "Mark... Taker and I find conventional sex boring, so we play games. The last three weeks, Randy Orton was an unknowing part of our games. The idea was that I had to sneak away from Randy to "play" with Mark. Today, we started a new game, cutting Orton out of the mix." "I take it the new look is a part of that?" "Yes." "What about his wife?" "He is in the process of leaving her. He has a realtor looking for a house for us." "You mentioned before that she's pregnant. What about the baby?" "That's between them. I'm going to be with him either way."

Stephanie sighed, then began massaging her temples. "Alright. Warn me before you make another major change in looks. You're still in this menage au trois with Orton and Taker. Due to your new look, I'd say the scales just tipped in Taker's favor." She looked at the black nail polish on my fingers. "You didn't leave out anything, did you?" I smiled. "My toe nails are even black." She looked me over again. "I have an idea. Come with me."

I followed her over to the men. "Orton, get ready for a skit. Taker, I'm taking Jade to make up..." "Don't let her change it." "I'm not. We're going to add to it. Get ready for your part." "I thought I was still suspended." "Well, you're unsuspended. Get ready. You and Randy have a clash in the ring later on." I saw Mark's evil grin turn to Randy. "See you in the ring, bitch-boy."

Over an hour later, I met back up with Mark. He took my hand in his, and kissed my knuckles. "Hello, my dark queen. Love the eyes." He was speaking of the black contacts the make up artist had put in for me. "Thank you, my handsome captor. You're going to love the turn Stephanie and I worked on for this storyline." "Oh, yeah?" he laughed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to whisper the plan in his ear. As I did, I could feel him grow hard within his leather pants. "You're right. I love it. When?" "In about twenty minutes."

Fifteen minutes later, Randy, Stephanie, Mark and I met at the stairs. Mark helped me with the finishing touches to my costume as Stephanie laid out the whole thing for the guys. I stared at Randy as he stared at me. When Stephanie finished talking he got in my face. "I can't believe all the shit I took for you, just so you two could get off." I gave him an evil grin. "Blow me, darlin'. You couldn't get me off if you wanted to."

I'm glad Mark was paying attention, because he saw Randy's hand reach for my chains. Mark pulled me back and got in Randy's face. "If you pull those rings out, I'll tear your balls off and stuff them down your throat." "Randy, no matter how upset you are about what's going on back here, you are not to touch Jade," Stephanie said. "You brought this out in front of the crowd, now you have to see it through." Randy's music started. "Now, go out there, and do what you're supposed to."

With one final glare, he climbed the stairs, and went out on stage. After a few moments, we heard his voice through the PA system. "Jade, I'm sorry about what happened last night. I... I guess I just had a few too many. I swear, the girl meant nothing to me. She was just an over excited fan." There was a pause. "Baby, if you can hear me, please, just come out here, so we can work this out. If you want to hit me, I'll let you. Just, please come out."

"That's your cue. Get up the stairs," Stephanie said. As Mark and I climbed the stairs, his music started. Once before the curtain, I got on my hands and knees. As I crawled through, Mark followed, holding the chain attached to the collar he put around my neck. I crawled to the top of the ramp, then sat on my heels. When Mark came to a stop behind me, I reached up and laid my hand on his hip. He grabbed my hand, and helped me to my feet. I lead the way to the ring.

Once inside the ring, I returned to my knees in front of him. Mark pulled the mic out of his jacket pocket. "Randy Orton," he said in that deeper than usual tone. He kneeled down behind me, grabbed my hair, and pulled me back against him. "How do you like my new bitch? She came to me last night in heat, because her man was screwing around behind her back." I leaned my head back on his shoulder, as he ran the hand that was in my hair down my body. "We had to make a few adjustments- cut her hair, dye it, add a few piercings- but I think I've marked her as mine." I turned my head and licked his cheek.

"Let her go, Undertaker." "Sure." He unhooked the chain from my collar, but I stayed where I was. "As you see, she doesn't want to go to you. She agrees that she's my bitch now." He turned his head and softly kissed my black lips before standing. "I want to talk to her, not you," Randy said. Mark looked down at me. "Do you want to say anything to him?" He brought the mic down to me. "Woof woof, baby." I petted his leg. "I guess the Deadman's rigor mortis isn't bad after all." I moved my hand up his leg. "He's stiff in all the right places for me." I leaned my head on his thigh, and looked at Randy.

As Randy took a step forward, Mark wrapped the chain leash around his hand and made a fist. I leaned forward on my hands, and Mark spread his legs around my shoulders, taking a protective stance. "Touch me or Jade, and you'll be shitting out your teeth." Randy took a swing at Mark, and Mark swung back, knocking him to the ground. His forehead was busted open, and after a moment blood began dripping onto the mat. Mark picked him up, and tossed him outside.

I crawled over to the puddle of blood, then turned toward where Randy was thrown out. As he stood, I kept my eyes fixed on him. When he looked at me, I leaned down and licked the blood up. His eyes told me he was horrified by the act. He stumbled as fast as he could toward the back, as Mark hooked the leash back onto my collar. "Hey, Orton," Mark said once he reached the top of the ramp. He helped me up, then wrapped his arm around me and kissed me deeply. I kept my eyes closed as he ended the kiss. "You have no idea what you just lost."

Randy past through the curtain, as we climbed out of the ring. Once in the back Randy said, "that was fucking sick! Why the hell did you lick up the blood!?" "Actually, I thought it was a nice touch," Stephanie said. "Disturbing, but consider the couple." "Thank you, Mrs. Levesque," I said as Mark took the collar off of me. "Come here, Randy, and I'll lick it off of your forehead. I told you I like to drink blood," I said with an evil grin. He looked at me aghast. "You sick bitch... You two deserve each other," he said as he walked away.

"He does have a point, you know," Stephanie said. "That is pretty sick. Don't do it again." "Not for the cameras, atleast," Mark laughed. Stephanie shook her head. "Taker, you're more like your character than I give you credit for." As she walked away, I turned to Mark.

"I have unfinished business with Randy." "Do you want me to come with you?" he asked. "No. I can handle him." "Watch your chains, darlin'." He slipped a finger around the one leading down, and gently tugged. "Especially this one. I'm kinda partial to it." I stood on my toes as he came down, and softly kissed him. "You're kinda partial to all three. I'll watch them."

As Mark walked to his dressing room, I walked to Randy's. I knocked on the door, and breathed a deep sigh. "What?" "Randy, I'm alone. Can I talk to you for a sec?" The door swung open, and he got in my face. "You and Taker both can go to hell!" I looked at his blood covered face. "Randy, can I come in and talk to you? I will be as civil as possible considering the situation." He scowled at me, but held the door open for me to enter. I automatically grabbed a towel from beside the sink, and wet it.

I carried it over to him, and tried to wipe his face, but he pushed my hand away. "Quit being such a baby, and let me clean it. I'm not going to lick you, and I'm not going to hurt you. Whether you believe me or not, I did feel something for you." He sat still as I began to clean his face. "That's why you used me, huh?" "I used you, because I've seen you use women before. I told Mark... Taker we had to pull out of the game, because I felt something for you."

I flipped the rag to a clean side. "And stop acting like you loved me. I know you don't, and never did." He turned his eyes down, but I tilted his chin back up to look at me. "We were using each other, so get over it." "I don't like being the dumpee." "Well, now you have a taste of what you've been doing to your ring-rats." Once he was cleaned up, I laid the rag over the wound, then lifted his hand to hold it in place.

He sat on the table behind him, and I leaned in on him. "Randy, you are a gorgeous man, you know how to be a sweetheart, and you are pretty good in bed... You're just not into the the kind of sex I like, and, like I told you, I like older, more experienced men." I leaned forward, and gave him a soft, quick kiss. "It was fun while it lasted, but Mark isn't afraid to do to me what I want him to."

I saw his hand slowly reach for my lower chain. I laid my hand over his. "Don't." He grinned. "What does it feel like?" "I barely notice it, until the chain is pulled." "What happens then?" "My clit rubs on the suit..." I dropped my voice to a whisper. "...and it excites me." "We wouldn't want that." I pushed away from the table. "No, we wouldn't." I walked to the door. "Take care of your head." I walked out, and went to meet Mark.

Within two weeks we had signed papers to a house in our hands. On our first night there, he reminded me, "it's your turn to pick the game." I curled up in his arms and smiled. "Yeah, it is." "Do you have something in mind?" "I've thought of a couple things..." "Are you going to tell me, or is it going to be a surprise?" "We'll see. I need to do something before I can say anything."

The next night, at the show, I told Mark, "I have to go do something." "What?" I grinned at him. "It has to do with our game." "Care to tell me yet?" "I'll tell you when I get back," I promised before kissing him. I left the dressing room, went down the hall to another one, and knocked.

"I'm decent." I opened the door, and slipped inside. "You may have clothes on, but you're not decent," I laughed. He looked up at me. "Uh... Hey, Jade. What's up?" "Hey, Randy. Can I get you to come to Mark's dressing room for a minute?" "That could be hazardous to my health." "I promise nothing will happen. I just want to talk to you both." He sighed. "Alright."

He followed me back to Mark's dressing room. I stuck my head in before letting him in. "Are you covered, babe?" "Yeah." I opened the door wider, and we went in. "What is he doing here?" "I asked him to come in here." Mark continued to glare at him. "Why?" I pulled his goatee, until he looked down at me. "My game, my rules, remember?" He let out a humorless laugh. "Me and him?" "What am I missing?" Randy asked. "It's her turn to pick our game. Seems like she wants you in the mix."

"Before you two go any further," I raised my voice, "I propose a truce, atleast for one day or night. Yes, the three of us." "Hold on... I'm not cool with this," Randy said as he turned to the door. I grabbed him, and turned him around. "You wanted to find out about the piercing, didn't you?" I whispered. "Yeah, but..." "I want to be with two men. Mark, of course, and someone with no strings attached. Let's face it, that's you. Seems a fitting compromise."

"And what if I say no?" Mark asked. "It would be a first," I mumbled. I felt his chuckle rumble in his body as he pressed against me. "What I'm proposing would need a comfort zone, for example two men I trust, a place I trust..." I shrugged. "...and why not two hot men, while I'm at it?" "Do you really trust me that much," Orton asked with a grin. I lifted my shirt. "Go ahead. Gently pull on it."

I leaned back against Mark. Randy pulled my hips toward him with his hand in the front of my pants. He pulled the chain upward then let it fall back a few times. I closed my eyes and moaned as I wrapped one arm around Mark's neck and the other around Randy's. "Please, guys. I need you both." "If Taker's ok with it, then... alright." I ran my fingers up into Mark's hair. "You're not going to let the young buck get you on this game, are you?" I teased. "Oh, no, baby. I'm game. Just remember, I pick the next game."

The next day, we flew back to Houston, and managed to stay civil on the ride to the house on Lake Livingston. As soon as we were through the door I pulled Mark aside. "Baby, will you start a fire in the bedroom fireplace, and put the branding iron in it?" He grinned. "This is getting better." "I'm going to get things warmed up down here with Randy." Mark leaned down, and kissed me. "Don't stay down here too long. I'll be waiting for you." "Ok."

Mark went up the stairs to do as I asked, and I turned toward Randy. "Have a seat. Get comfortable. Would you like a drink?" As he sat down, he said, "no, thanks." I walked over to him, and sat on his lap. "Are you sure? It might relax you." "I'm fine." I grinned as I leaned toward him. "Yes, you are," I moaned before kissing him. Blue fixed on blue as our eyes met. "How did I let you talk me into this?" "I'm an evil woman, and I always get what I want." I kissed him again, this time letting my tongue dance with his. "Don't back out on me now, baby." "I'm not."

I pulled my shirt off, and threw it to the floor. "Play with my nipples. They're aching for you." He bent me back with his arms holding me up, then flicked my nipple with his tongue. He sucked on the stiff peaks, before pulling my nipple piercings. I ran my fingers through his short dark hair. "Are you ready to go up to the bedroom?" I asked him. "Yes." "No matter what, don't get nervous. Mark isn't going to do anything to you." I tilted his chin up so he'd look at me. "I'm in charge this time. I'll make sure nothing happens to you."

I got off of his lap, and grabbed his hand. "Um... What all will be involved again?" "He gets to watch us, then join us." "How's that going to work?" "If you see him get up, close your legs so he has room behind me." I led him up the stairs, and into the bedroom. The room was dark except for the light from the fire. I could barely see Mark sitting in the chair in the corner. I turned toward Randy, and saw him looking at Mark. "Randy, focus on me, not Mark."

As he looked down at me, I pulled his shirt up and kissed his chest. He pulled the shirt off, and tossed it on the ground. I undid his jeans, and let them pool around his ankles. He was about to look up at Mark, but I stopped him. "I'm down here, hunny. Keep those baby blues on me. He's my concern, not your's." He kicked his shoes off, and his jeans aside. I pushed his underwear down, and stroked his cock. "Just lay down on the bed, and I'll make you forget he's even in the room."

He laid down on the bed, and leaned back on the big pile of pillows. I stripped off the rest of my clothes, then stalked my way up his body. I kissed him passionately before sliding my tongue all over his torso. I let my lips glide down his cock a few times before crawling back up his body and straddling his hips. I lowered myself onto his long hard shaft. I rode him slow and deep, grinding down on him.

After a few minutes, Mark stood from the chair. He went to the fireplace, and grabbed the branding iron. He grabbed a handful of my hair, and jerked my head back. Then, he pressed the burning hot metal into my ass cheek. I screamed in pain as I smelled my burning flesh. "WHAT THE FUCK..." I ran my hand over Randy's body to put him at ease. "It's ok, baby. I wanted him to," I groaned.

Mark laid the brand on the bricks by the fireplace. He came back to the edge of the bed, and stripped off his clothes. He climbed on the bed behind me, and licked my spine. "Are you ready for me?" he whispered. "I'm always ready for you, my love." I stopped moving, and leaned over to kiss Randy as Mark made his entrance. The guys let me do the moving, so as not to make it uncomfortable. It wasn't long before we were all panting our on-coming release. I moaned loudly as I felt them both throbbing inside me.

Once spent, Mark pulled out of me, and fell to the side on the bed. As they caught their breath, they both fell asleep. I carefully climbed off of Orton. As I did, I saw the feminine form in the doorway. "Hey, beautiful. You're early," I said.

"The way I see it, we should be getting both of them," the tall brunette said. She tossed a pair of handcuffs to me. "You get Randy. I'll get Mark."

WARNING: Slash (F/F), bondage, orgy (?)

NOTE: I have told a few ladies I wanted to try my hand at slash, so here is my attempt. No, I am not bi-sexual, but I don't have anything against people who are. Let's just call this a writing experiment.

"What should we do with them?" I asked, giving the woman a sly grin.

"I want a piece of Randy," she said, then licked her lips.

I sighed. "I guess I'll take Mark again, while you two are at it." I turned to look at him. "Such a waste... Do we have to..."

"Yes," she said, cutting me off. "Mark would never agree to it, because of me. And Randy is a pompous ass."

"That's true." I sighed again. "Well, I'm going to take a shower. Care to join me?"

She bent down, and softly kissed me. Her vanilla scented gloss assailed my nostrils, as her dark red nails sunk into my skin. "I thought you'd never ask." I led her to the bathroom, and ran the water as hot as we could stand it as she stripped out of her clothes. I stepped under the hot spray, and was quickly joined by her.

Wasting no time at all, she claimed my lips again, this time more urgent than before. As her tongue darted into my mouth she pinched my aching nipples. Then, she slid one hand down to my center. She teased my opening with two fingers, then licked them. "I want to taste Randy's essence coming out of you."

I bent my head, and took her stiff peak between my teeth, then sucked greedily on the mound of flesh. "Do to me as you wish. My body is your's, as your's is mine." She went down on her knees in front of me. I set my foot in the soap holder and held on to the bar for the wash rag. As the hot water slushed over my body, she licked me clean of Randy's cum. I felt my orgasm nearing as I ran my fingers through her hair. "Oh, gawd, Sara..." She slid three fingers inside me, pushing me over the edge.

As she stood back up, we both heard the chains rattle against the metal headboard. "Should we make them wait?" I asked with an evil grin.

"Mark is chained to the bed with another man... How long do you think that will last?" Sara asked.

"As long as we make them wait." I leaned forward and placed kisses down her body. She leaned back against the wall as I spread her folds. I buried my tongue within her moist hole, then flexed the fleshy muscle. I closed my lips around her clit, then gently tugged on it, bringing her near her climax. With fast flicks of my tongue on her clit, I sent her over the edge. "It's been too long. You came too quick," I said as I stood.

She moaned. "We have to take care of those two, anyways."

As I turned off the water Mark bellowed, "damn it, Jade! Where are you?"

"Oh, keep your cuffs on! I'll be there in a minute," I said as I dried off.

"Why are Orton and I cuffed to the bed?"

I dropped the towel then opened the door. "Because we didn't want you two to get away."

"Who the hell is "we"?"

Sara stepped up behind me, and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Miss me, hunny?"

The snarl on his lips was priceless as he looked at me and his ex-wife. "What the hell is she doing here?"

"I told you I had a couple things in mind for my turn in our games."

"But, the cut..." Randy said. "I thought you two hated each other."

"You mean the little scratch? Oh, please... The whole thing was set up! Sara and I have had this planned for months. From the first time with Mark up until the bar. You threw a bit of a wrench in the works, but we went with it."

Mark dropped his head back on the pillow, and looked at the ceiling. "What are you going to do to us?"

"Sara wants to take Randy for a ride. As for you..." I laughed. "We'll see."

"Shall we, my dear?" Sara asked.

"Yes." She took my hand in her's and we walked over to our bound prey. We straddled the men, her on Randy, and me on Mark. I leaned over to whisper in his ear, "are you mad at me, love?"

He let out a groan as I nibbled his earlobe. "I don't know what to be anymore."

"Be a good lover to both of us, and she may let you live." I took one of the moist towelletes out of the bedside table, and cleaned him off.

"Fuck! That's cold!" he whimpered. His length quickly began to shrivel.

"Don't worry. We can get you warmed right back up." I leaned to the side and squeazed her large breast as I kissed Sara. After a moment, I felt Mark's length pressing against my center. I turned my attention back to Mark. "Always so responsive..." I slowly slid down his length, as Sara did the same to Randy. "Oh, shit..." we said together.

"You never told me he feels this good," she moaned.

"It gets better. As for Mark... Oh, gawd... A dick this good should be outlawed."

Sara slid her fingers in my hair, then pulled until she could claim my lips. We pinched, twisted and pulled each other's nipples as we rode the men. The men moaned their on-coming release, and all movement from us stopped. "If we keep one, we need to keep the other," Sara said.

"I agree." I looked down at Mark. "Here is our proposition, guys: two couples, one house. Whenever the mood strikes, all of us together, three of us, two of us, etc."

"One full-time orgy..." Mark said. "I'm in. Just no ideas of me and Randy."

"Wouldn't dream of it, baby," I said as I leaned over and kissed him.

"I only agreed to one time with you and Taker, Jade."

I leaned over and licked his chest. "That's true, but think of the perks. So far, you have gotten two women within two hours. Think of it just being the three of us, or you guys watching me and Sara..."

She clenched her muscles around his length. "Oh, shit..." His eyes closed for a moment, then they snapped back open. "Okay, okay, okay, just don't make me wait any longer. I am so close..."

Sara and I looked at each other as we rode them hard and fast. "And you said they wouldn't go for it..." I teased.

"Blow me. Swap for the finish?" she asked.

Without saying another thing, we swapped men, and sucked them off.

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I believe it goes without saying that Mark is still my number one crush, but with the addition of Sara and Randy, our games have gone to a whole new level. The four of us make a perfect "circle".