Ghostly Inheritance

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Written By CC

Here is a short little story containing profanity, sex, and proof that dreams sometimes do come true! Feedback is

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Photograph

Huh!

I'm outa luck, outa love

Gotta photograph, picture of

Passion killer, you're too much

You're the only one I wanna touch

I see your face every time I dream

On every page, every magazine

So wild so free so far from me

You're all I want, my fantasy

Oh, look what you've done to this rock 'n' roll

clown

Oh Oh, look what you've done

Photograph - I don't want your

Photograph - I don't need your

Photograph - All I've got is a photograph

But it's not enough

I'd be your lover, if you were there

Put your hurt on me, if you dare

Such a woman, you got style

You make every man feel like a child

You got some kinda hold on me

You're all wrapped up in mystery

So wild so free so far from me

You're all I want, my fantasy

Oh, Look what you've done to this rock'n'roll

clown

Oh Oh, Look what you've done

[Repeat chorus]

You've gone straight to my head

Chapter 1

Feeling the plane begin to move, he reached for his wallet, opened it, and caressed the beautiful face of the woman smiling back at him. Closing his eyes his memory took him back to the days of glory where he ruled the yard. Money flowed like cheap wine and the women were even cheaper. But what did it matter. The adulation was a powerful aphrodisiac and he was addicted.

There was a chill in the air that night with the radiance of the full moon lighting his path. Pulling his luggage behind him he entered the arena through its back entrance.    Even though it was a house show, backstage was hustling and bustling. People were running around trying to get last minute details finished. Same show, different city he sighed, as he headed straight to his dressing room. Watching him was like parting the red sea. People around him would just stop what they were doing and quickly get out of his way. His almost 7 foot frame and 305 pounds of muscle intimated even the best in the business. And with those dark shades on, one would only assume he's the psychotic one. Ignoring the stares and whispers of jealousy, he noticed the plaque on the door with velvet black letters glaring: UNDERTAKER. He turned the cold knob, and entered his domain. As he put his luggage in the corner he felt the painful vibration coarse through his leg. He knew it was her. Without even looking at the display, he asked, "What do you want?" "Is that any way to greet your wife of 3 years?" Rolling his eyes and sitting on the couch he replied, "When she doesn't listen to me, yes." Tense silence ran through the line. Smiling to himself for gaining the upper hand he continued his torment.

"Are you going to say something or are we just going to sit here in silence like we always do?" Why does he always

have to be so cruel, she thought. Feeling the hot tears begin to sting, she swallowed hard and softly said, "Never mind, it's not important." And with that she hung up.

Listening to the click was like the last tick of a time bomb. "Damn!" he screamed and threw the innocent messenger across the room. Watching it crash into the wall and shattering into a million pieces. Getting up from the couch he walked over to the lifeless machinery and with a sickly chuckle he thought, just like my life. Everyone thought they knew him, but they didn't. He could feel the bile begin to rise every time he heard the words of "What a great life! You have a wife that loves you, beautiful children, you're rich, successful, and you could have anything you wanted." Yeah, sure what do they know.

Shaking his head he began to clean up the mess as someone pounded on his door. "Come on in." A young security officer came in. Nervously he explained, "Sorry to bother you, but I have this note to give you." He handed him the plain white envelope. "Thanks kid." The youth nodded his head and got the hell out of there. Gazing in curiosity he turned the wrapper over and over again in his hand wondering what its contents were. Feeling the dull ache hit his brain, he thought this can wait, as he laid it on the table. Going over to his bag he sank into the couch and pulled out his pills. God Bless America he said as he grabbed his water bottle and popped all three in his mouth.

"Hey, Deadman! What's up?" Annoyed at the intrusion he asked “Don't you knock?" "Not when I know you're alone." With an eyebrow cocked, he smugly replied, "And how do you know I'm alone?" Smiling he said, "Because you came in with your sunglasses on." Lightly laughing he said, "Sometimes, I forget how well you know me." Noticing the mess on the floor, he turned to his good friend, and looking concerned asked, "Mark is everything okay?" Rubbing his neck he replied, "Yeah. Why do you ask?" Taking a seat next to him he answered, "Because usually people don't go destroying phones if everything is okay."

Looking at the desecrated phone, he sighed, "Yeah, well ya know." Patting him on the back Glen nodded. "What's wrong now?" "What's not wrong".  "I don't get it. You're miserable at home. You work when you're injured just so you don't have to be home. What are you doing? Why don't you just end it." "Because it's not that easy!" "Why? Because you have kids? That is the STUPIDEST reason to stay in a marriage." Getting annoyed with hearing the truth, he yelled at Glen, "Just get the fuck out!" Standing up Glen headed towards the door and said, "Fine, but you know I'm right. The problem with you is that you're no different than the rest of us. You're just afraid of being alone." Noticing the envelope sitting on the table, Glen asked, "What's this?" Calming down Mark said, "I don't know. I haven't opened it." Bringing it over to him, Glen said, "Here open it." Mark just glared at him. "Okay, I'll open it."

Grabbing the letter, Mark said, "Don't you have somewhere to go?"  "No." "Jesus Christ. Alright." And Mark opened the envelope. He took out the folded paper and as he opened it, a picture fell out. Glen said, "I got it-holy shit." "What?" "Check her out!" Mark was stunned. The picture was of a beautiful young woman in a red sweatshirt sitting down bending over, as if she were reaching for something. Her thick curly blonde hair was a sexy mess, reminding both men of the morning after look. Her smile was the kind that would brighten any room. Mark couldn't take his eyes off of her. Glancing over at Mark, he asked, "So what does the letter say?" Mark didn't respond. Smiling, Glen took the paper out of Mark's hand. "Fucking A!!!" Coming back to Earth, Mark questioned, "What?" Mystified, Glen replied, "There's no note."

Chapter 2

For the rest of the night Mark could not get this woman out of his mind. Known for his professionalism and distinct ability to focus on the match at hand, everyone could tell something was off. Glen helplessly shook his head as he watched the monitor knowing that Mark's heart was somewhere else. For the first time in years, someone came into his life and rocked his infallible world. The kicker-he didn't even know this person. Stumbling back to his dressing room he was infuriated at this surreal predicament. People scattered more than usual as he tore through the back seeking the one room where he could find peace and solitude.  Finally. Upon entering the space he threw his towel across the room and slammed the door shut. FUCK!!! Pacing the beige carpet he asked himself the proverbial question: What is happening to me? The answer was staring back at him and as he felt those hazel eyes upon him he turned towards the mirror. Cautiously approaching the picture, he swallowed, stopping right in front of her. His hand began to shake as he picked up the photograph.

As he focused his attention on every detail, a bead of sweat dropped onto her precious face. "Who are you?" he asked aloud. "And what do you want?" A loud knock came from the other side of the door.

Never taking his eyes off of his beauty he yelled, "What!" Glen answered meekly, "Can I come in?" Jesus Christ!!

Sliding the picture back into the mirror he said, "Come on in." Slightly smiling and shrugging his broad shoulders Glen said, "I thought I'd knock." Mark couldn't tear his eyes away from her. Glen continued. "Dude, are you alright?" Taking a breath, Mark forced himself to look at the big man standing in front of him.  "Yeah. I guess I just had a bad night." He ran his fingers through his long and damp auburn hair. Trying his luck Glen asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Looking down Mark didn't know what to say. He felt lost, out of control. He didn't like it. Sensing his turmoil, Glen put his hand on Mark's massive back. "She's just a woman. That's it. You, on the other hand, are a man on top." Turning him to face the mirror and draping his arm over the man in black's shoulder he continued. "You are the number one draw in this company. No one can touch your fame. Plus, look at you. You're gorgeous. You can have any woman your heart desires. Now I ask you? Who is she? Another fan that probably daydreams about being with a man she can never have. Okay, she got your attention by being creative. So what? She'll never be your equal."

Nodding his head in approval Mark said, "Yeah, you're right." Beginning to feel like his old self, he looked at Glen's reflection and said, "Thanks man." Patting his back Glen told him, "Come on, I'll buy ya a beer." "Okay. Let me just take a quick shower." Mark said heading towards the bathroom.

Glen hated to pump Mark's ego, but it was the only way to get the pompous ass back to his stingy, but lovable self.

He didn't know why he cared for Mark so much. I mean he had never met anyone so self indulgent, yet underneath it all, has a childlike innocence screaming to be loved. He couldn't help it. Glen loved the big bastard plain and simple. Noticing the picture on the mirror, he stared at her. Who are you and what are you doing to him? He just didn't get it. What is it about this woman that has the big lug turned inside out? Not in the mood to rack his brain, he glared at her and said, "Not tonight."

Coming out in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist Mark asked, "Who are ya talking to?"  "No one.  Listen, I'm gonna take off. I'll meet ya back at the hotel bar, okay?" Towel drying his thick mane he said, "Sure." As Glen headed for the door, Mark said, "Hey" Turning back around Glen answered, "Yeah?" "Thanks again." "No problem." And out the door he went.

Chapter 3

As Mark dragged his luggage behind him he could hear the bar was really hopping. He checked himself in and as the clerk handed his key she smiled seductively and said, "If you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to call." Feeling the paper tickling his palm, Mark flashed his pearly whites, "I'll be sure to do that." And he walked away. Once he entered the elevator he opened his hand which revealed the number he knew was there.  Women.  Good for only one thing. Laughing to himself, he slid the card in the slot and waited for the green light to allow him access. Opening the door, he looked at the darkened room. It beckoned him to walk across its threshold.  As he flipped the switch he looked around through tired eyes.  Nothing special, same as all the rest.

Putting his bags in the corner he glanced over at the lonely bed. Not if I can help it he thought as he headed downstairs to drink his sorrows away.  Glen waved him over while his other arm was draped over the shoulder of a raven haired beauty. Mark slid into the booth and noticed the half drunken woman. "Mark, this is Heather. Heather, Mark." She held out her hand with fingernails that begged to be raked down any man's back.  "Nice to meet you." She said through slits.

Smelling her toxic perfume, he knew she would never remember tonight. He noticed his favorite whiskey patiently waiting for him. Feeling that familiar burn he looked at Glen and smiled. Ya gotta love him. "So, what's up?" Giggled Glen. "Besides you, not much."

Both men laughed as Heather looked throughly confused. God, where does he find these women.  As Heather hispered sweet nothings in Glen's tender ear, Mark looked around. The neon beer signs were brightly lit, tempting even the weakest to sip from its nectar. The checkered floor battered and bruised from jagged pieces of broken glass to many fights on drunken nights. The dark rich oak was a nice contrast to the abused side of the bar. "I know you, you're Taker" Mark turned to see a bubble head bleach blonde swaying from side to side. Looking into her hazy eyes he could tell she was another lost soul. Through his dark shades he lowered his voice and whispered, "Yes." Biting her lower lip, placing her hand on his rock hard thigh, she leaned into him, and asked, "Wanna take me?" Scanning her body from her teased hair to her come fuck me high heels, and back up to her full painted lips, he could feel his black jeans begin to tighten.

Wrapping his muscular tattooed arm around her slim leather clad waist he pulled her in tight. Her eyes said it all, that frightened look reminding him of the young fawn caught in the headlights. Feeling the wave of pleasure it always brought, he watched her as he took her small hand and kissed the tips of her trembling fingers. Slightly tugging on her wrist she bent down and with his other hand he gently moved her bleach damaged hair aside. Licking the shell of her ear he thickly whispered, "Let's go." Never saying a word to Glen, he drained his glass.

Shaking his head, Glen watched as Mark led the poor girl to her final resting place. Unbelievable.  "Where's Mark going?" Turning back around Glen said, "Taking care of some business." Cocking his curly head to the side, he softly said, "Now where were we?" Giggling she replied, "Right here" and she grabbed a fist full of his loose ponytail and pulled him into a searing kiss.

"Where are we going?" The blonde whined. Saying nothing Mark rounded a corner and stopped dead in his tracks. There she was. At least he thought it was her. He couldn't tell for sure because all he saw was her profile, while her thick hair was slightly covering her face. But it sure as hell looked like her. Nobody could look that good in a sweatshirt. No one but her.  He had to know. Releasing the whore's hand, Mark began to follow this mystery woman. "Hey....." but he was oblivious to anything, to anyone. Other than her.

As the electric doors slid open , she went outside, and entered the waiting car. He watched as she turned around to get into the car. SHIT!!!!!!! He froze, realizing he was too late. It was her. Licking his lips he watched as she pulled her long silky leg slowly into the car. Eyes met eyes for a brief second as the car pulled away. DAMN!!! Feeling his hand being encompassed by another, he turned his head to glare at the intruder. An evil smile crossed his lips as he noticed who it

was.

Chapter 4

Entering the men's room Mark threw her into the stall. He grabbed the back of her head and violently kissed her. She almost passed out from the lack of oxygen being sent to her brain. He brought his hand up and roughly caressed her breast. She gasped as he released her lips and bit her neck. "You can take your time." She breathlessly said. Fuck time. While sucking on her neck he unlaced her tight top. Her hands became tangled in his long mane as his lips covered her breast. Bringing both breasts together he continued his sucking and licking. His hand slid down her stomach and reached under her cracked leather mini.

He growled at the heat and moisture that soaked through the lacy garment. Gathering the material from her crotch, she winced as she felt the lace bite into her skin. Dropping the shredded piece, he jammed his fingers into her pulsing hole.  She cried out at as his thick calloused fingers scratched her walls. He released them just as quickly. She sank back against the cool wall as she watched him slowly taste each finger. Not bad-for a whore. Watching her with an animalistic glitter in his eyes, she took her fingers and undid his jeans. Never taking their eyes off of each other, she got down on her knees and released his hardened cock. Demanding her attention she lightly licked the pre-cum off it's tip. Mark let his head fall back against the wall and closed his eyes as she took him in. Her technique and the buzzing sensation she gave him assured him she knew what she was doing. Her expertise only enhanced his pleasure as she swallowed him whole.

Smiling to himself he knew she would be content on just servicing him and that's all he planned on.  AWWW, the simple pleasure of receiving head by a bitch who's done this millions of times. It doesn't get any better than this. He opened his eyes and looked down at her as he wrapped his long fingers in her bleach stained hair. As she glanced up at him, Mark's mouth dropped open. It was her. How did she.....? Looking as slutty as ever between his legs, she slightly winked as she raked her teeth up his engorged shaft.  God she was beautiful.  A woman that can be seen in public and a whore in bed.  What more could a guy ask for. He pulled her up to him by her hair. Her skin was soft as silk as he caressed her cheek.

Mark couldn't take his eyes off of her. He was in awe."Fuck me" She whispered. All logic flew out the window as he brought his lips down on hers in a passionate kiss. Lifting her body, he thrust himself hard into her hot nest. Deeper and deeper he went until he reached her back walls. Her cries of sheer pleasure only encouraged his savagery. As that pressure built he knew it wouldn't be long. He found her nub and applied just enough circular pressure as they went

over that edge together.

"That was incredible." She exclaimed. "When you take a girl, you really take her, dont'cha?" Opening his eyes, Mark began to feel nauseous as he realized she was gone. As the whore opened the stall door she lightly kissed his lips and said, "Thanks for the memory." and she swayed away. Mark was left stunned. What the hell just happened? Feeling his stomach heave, he bent over and emptied its contents.

Chapter 5

The curtains were not thick enough to shield the bright morning light. Mark groaned as he turned away. His head was pounding and his mouth dry as cotton. Last night was barely a blur. Heading back to the bar he tried drowning away the memory of fucking the slut that he thought was his beauty, but nothing worked. Rubbing his face with his hands he still remembered, yet anything after that he didn't. Mark looked over as the bed began to move. "Good morning handsome." smiled the clerk that had checked him in. He was speechless. What the hell was happening to him? He felt like his world was spiraling out of control. Get a grip. Taking a deep breathe he reminded himself of Glen's words of wisdom. Yeah. I'm on top and number one. She's just a woman. As the spinning slowed, he glanced back over at her. Looking innocent and concerned, she was about to ask him what was wrong, when he took her in his arms and kissed her. She moaned as his kiss was full of burning lust. When the kiss ended she asked, "How long do we have?" A slight smirk crossed his lips as he huskily said, "Just enough time."

Mark met up with a hung over Glenn sitting in the lobby. "Hey man." Mark said kicking his boot. Holding his head in his hand, Glen whispered, "Do you have to yell?" Laughing Mark pulled out his pills and said, "Here. Take some of these. They'll make ya feel better." Mark sat down next to Glen and watched as Glen fought with the bottle. "Here, let me help you." Giving up, Glen let him take the enemy out of his hands. "Man, how do you do this night after night after night." Easily popping the top off, he said, "Practice." And handed Glenn the pills.

Mark felt a tug at his heart. Turning his head, he couldn't believe it. There she was. Nah, it can't be. She left last night. Hitting Mark's arm with the bottle, Glen followed Mark's eyes. "Holy Shit! Isn't that the chick that sent you the picture?" My God, my eyes aren't deceiving me. In utter amazement Mark said, "Yeah." "Well, what are you doing sitting here? Go talk to her. Find out who she is and what the hell she wants." Mark knew Glen was right. If he didn't get the answers to all of his questions, he knew he'd be haunted by her for the rest of his life. Leaving Glenn with the pills, Mark got up and headed towards his peace of mind.

She stood there waiting in line talking with her best friend. Mark began to sweat with every step. He felt as if a war was beginning to commence within him. Fear held him back, yet the need to put closure on this kept his feet moving. Her back began to move as she started to laugh. What if it isn't her? Mark once again reminded himself of those infamous words. Feeling a bit more at ease, he realized he finally had the opportunity to see what she looked like from head to toe. Who was he to not take advantage. Quickly eyeing her from head to toe he thought, mmmmmmmm, delicious.

Tossing a bit of her hair over her shoulder, he became lost in her intoxicating smell.  As her friend turned around she nearly choked on the soda she was drinking. The young woman asked her friend what was wrong and turned around.

Relived Mark smiled and said, "Hi." She was stunned. After all these years of wanting and dreaming to meet this hunk

of a man, here he stands right in front of her. God, he's even more beautiful in person. Never in a million years did she ever think that sending him her picture would lead to this. And to think, she did it on a dare. Her friend nudged her back. Blushing she looked down and said, "Hi."

"Hey, sleepy head, wake up." Hearing her voice was like a dream he could not place. He began to stir and smiled as

he slowly opened his eyes. There she sat. She wasn't just a fan and she certainly wasn't just a woman. She was HIS woman. The love of his life. She smiled and told him, "We'll be landing soon." Entwining his fingers with hers, she leaned her head on his shoulder as he said, "I love you, Jaime."

The End

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