It was really unexpected how we ended up hooking up. Wait, let me explain.

It was a Saturday night after a house show and I was sitting on the top steps outside of our hotel room. By our, I mean my friend Leigh and I. We had just gotten back and I had changed into more comfortable clothes for the night. I was sitting there with my laptop reading my usual smut and eating alcohol laced fruit. Leigh was in our room with the door open listening to old wrestling tapes while taking a bath. She likes the trash talk better than the actual wrestling.

Now, as I mentioned before, I was sitting there with my laptop not paying much attention to my surroundings when I was startled by a lot of loud yelling. Imagine my surprise when half of the WWF roster started trooping up the stairs where I’m ensconced. I hurriedly looked down, (not wanting to be caught ogling after all) when a pair of feet stopped next to me.

“Hey can I have one of those cherries?” a woman’s voice asked.

I looked up and there stood Amy Dumas otherwise know as “Lita” in the WWF. “Sure.” I said and held the bowl up for her to grab some. “ I should warn you though they’ve got a kick to ‘em” I smirked.

Amy kind of raised an eyebrow and took one anyways. “ I love fresh cherries and I have a hard time finding them on the road.” she replied. She took two of them and stuck them in her mouth. Matt and Jeff Hardy were standing right behind her holding their bags and shifting from foot to foot with impatience.

“Come on Ames these bags are heavy.” whined both of the guys.

Amy, however, had a stunned look on her face as the whiskey soaked cherries hit her taste buds. “Oh my God, what did you do to these they are fantastic” she exclaimed and shot the guys a wide eyed look. I laughed at her and said. “ My name’s Renee and if you want to try some of my other fruit goodies go drop your stuff off and come back. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Yeah Amy get a move on some of us would like to get to our rooms.” This came from the Rock and Trips who both looked up at us from their position on the stairs with interest.

I was beside myself with shock. Here, standing in front of me, were Leigh and I’s favorite wrestlers with more coming up behind them. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven and then I looked down remembering what I was wearing and doing at the time and thought I’d gone to hell. I decided to play it cool and not the completely awestruck fan.

“Hey guys, good show tonight.” I tried to remark casually.

“Are you a fan?” Matt asked.

“Yep, have been for as long as I can remember.” I did a swift calculation in my head. “ I’m the fourth generation in my family to be addicted to watching wrestling” I said with a laugh. “Look, like I said earlier go drop your stuff off and come back. I promise my roomie and I won’t drive you insane with questions.”

“All of us?” Amy asked. “You really want to hang out with these meatheads?”

“As long as you don’t drink all of my alcohol and let me change into something more presentable than my nightshirt I don’t mind and I know Leigh won’t.” I said with a racing heart.

“Well, ok, I know I’ll be back. I want some more of those whiskey cherries.” Amy said and walked down the hall to her room with Matt and Jeff in tow.

“Wait until you try some of my other fruit.” My mind was racing. (I’m actually going to get to spend time with some of my favorite wrestlers and party with them.) I felt like a sixteen year old girl meeting her favorite rock star.

“What’s wrong with what you got on?” Trips asked. “ I think it looks kind of cute” he smirked moving up the steps to stand in front me and getting out the way of some of the other wrestlers.

“Oh funny, like I’m going to feel comfortable sitting in my nightshirt talking to you guys all night.” (I was wearing a “You Can’t Play MY Game” nightshirt that I had custom made).

“Why not? Your sitting out here now and don’t seem to uncomfortable.” he said with a smile.

(That’s what you think handsome. I know what this shirt means even if you don’t and if I sit here wearing it much longer you might call me on it). “Oh I have my reasons. None of which you need to know about.” I tried not to stutter.

“ I could guess” he leaned over and whispered huskily in my ear. “I’m smarter than I look”.

I looked him straight in the eye and with nary a flicker of emotion said. “Just try it. Better men than you have tried and failed.”

“Is that a challenge?” he purred.

“More of a statement of fact. I may not look like a Diva but I am that damn good.” and with that little statement I got up and sauntered to my room. (Damn, now I’m going to have to leave this on or he’s going to think he got to me and I can’t have that.)

The Rock and Chris Jericho were standing at the top of steps off to the side laughing their asses off. “Looks like you might have met your match Trips.”

“We’ll see” he said heading to his room. “Remember I am the master of the game and no little girl can outplay me.”

Chris looked at the Rock and said “This is going to be fun wanna head down there and watch the fireworks.”

“Oh hell ya!! I wouldn’t miss this for anything, besides I want to try some of that fruit as well.” the Rock laughingly said.( I wonder if she has a friend)

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Chapter Two "Alcohol Fruit."

As I made it to my room I had overheard what the guys had said and smirked to myself. Fireworks huh, they have no frigging clue. “LEIGH” I bellowed. “Get decent! Company is a coming.”

“What company?” she asked while peeking her head around the corner of the bathroom.

“Oh just some of our favorite wrestlers I met outside while you were playing in the tub.”

“Yeah right, pull the other one Renee. All I want to do is put on a nightshirt, grab a book and some alcohol and get cozy.” she said doing just that.

“ I’m not kidding Leigh” and I proceeded to tell her what had transpired outside. Her eyes got huge and she gulped a couple of times.

“So are you going to change your shirt then?” she asked, her mind flittering around the idea of the Rock in her room talking to them.

“I can’t now. If I did then he would know he got to me and you know that’s not how I play the game.” I groaned getting up and going over to the table to fix some more alcohol flavored fruit.

“You and your game are going to get you into trouble some time.” she replied with a knowing smile.

“I haven’t gotten into trouble yet now have I?” I smirked shaking my head.

“Is this a private conversation or can anyone join?” said Amy knocking on the door jam and coming in with Matt standing behind her.

“Come on in. Have a seat. I just made up some more fruit so you’ve got a selection to choose from.” I said going over to the fridge and pulling out the strawberries I had been soaking since that afternoon as well as the peaches, apples, oranges and more cherries.

“Jeez, it looks like a fruit stand in here.” Amy giggled, her and Matt sitting down at the table. “What’s in all this stuff?”

“Well the strawberries have been soaked in Everclear, the peaches and oranges injected with vodka, and the apples with whiskey. You’ve already tried the cherries. And as an added benefit once the fruit has been eaten you still have the left over alcohol and juice mix.” I explained.

Matt looked at us and said “What are you guys lushes?”

“No,” I shot him a dirty look. “We’re here until after the Raw show Monday night and this is for our weekend, but we don’t mind sharing.”

“Thank God” Amy exclaimed sucking on a strawberry “I can see spending a lot of time here getting to know you guys.”

“I want to know what her shirt means.” Rock said sticking his head in the door and pointing to Leigh’s shirt.

I had to laugh as I watched Leigh turn pale about four shades and then ten shades of red as she realized which shirt she had put on for bed that night. It said the “The Eyebrow Has It.”

“You just never mind” she said as she got her blush under control and brought her book down to cover the letters. She shot me a look as if to say ‘how could you’.

‘I tried to warn you.’ I shrugged. I looked over at the Rock standing in the doorway and asked him if he was coming in or not because he was blocking the breeze. He just smiled and sauntered over to where Leigh was sitting and plopped down on the bed beside her grabbing the peach out of her hand.

“Sure why not, besides I really want to know the meaning behind her shirt.” he replied.

I starting laughing which caused all but Leigh to look at me funny and said “Good Luck.”

“Keep it up Renee and I’ll do some explaining myself.” she warned with a glare.

“Ok, I’ll shut up” I meekly replied seriously not wanting to go there with all these people in the room. At least not while I was this sober.

“No, keep talking I want to hear this.” Trips said strolling into our hotel room still looking damp from his shower and with Chris Jericho in tow.

(Man is he hot looking and he isn’t the type I usually go for) I thought looking at both of the guys and dreaming of a wrestler sandwich with Renee filling. Shaking my head before my thoughts get me into trouble, I piped up “I’m sure that you don’t. Now do you want to try some of this fruit or are you just going to stand there all night?”

“Why fruit?” Chris asked.

Shit how do I explain this without getting to kinky I pondered, so I went for the simple explanation. “Because I like it.”

“Tell the truth, Renee I don’t think you’re gonna embarrass them.” Leigh teased.

“Embarrass us with what?” Amy said looking between us and biting into an apple that tasted like hard cider. She held it up to Matt’s lips so that they could share it’s sweet/tart texture.

“Don’t go there Leigh...” I warned arching my eyebrow and glancing between her and the Rock who was setting there eating the peach he had stolen from her.

“Go there Leigh, I owe Miss Renee here for an earlier comment she made.” Trips coaxed.

“Oh come on, now I’m curious and you just don’t do that to Y2J and not pay the consequences.”

Chris said. Leigh smiled merrily at me sucking on a cherry, knowing my discomfort and knew I was trying not to show it. (Oh yeah, this will get her back for not warning me). “Do you want to tell them or shall I? And you know I don’t explain it as well as you do.”

I groaned in defeat and sucked on an orange slice “Ok, I’m what I call a sensualist, taste and texture are important to me. Now can I leave it at that or do I need to go into more detail?.”

“Details definitely.” Amy said intrigued.

“Ok, everyone grab a piece of fruit.” and I waited until everyone did. “Close your eyes and feel the weight of it in your hand. Is it firm to the touch or soft and yielding? Is the texture smooth and silky or rough and bumpy? Now smell it, you taste by smell you know. Rub it over your lips and feel the skin. Lick it, but don’t bite into it yet. See how it feels against your tongue. Slowly sink your teeth into it and gauge the resistance and pressure you have to use. Savor the feeling of the fruit’s flesh on your tongue. Roll it around in your mouth letting it hit all your taste buds. Is it sweet or tart? Smooth or grainy? Swallow it and feel it sliding down your throat. Now open your eyes and tell me you don’t see what I mean.”

“Wow, that was erotic. Let’s get out of here Amy and go back to our hotel room.” Matt whispered with a gleam in his eye.

“S’alright with me” she said and looked up at me. “I’ll have to take a raincheck for now. Can we get together tomorrow and talk? I have a feeling we’ve got a lot in common.” she smirked. “ I know trouble when I see it and girl you are nothing but!!”

“Sure” I said with a little tremble of excitement at the thought of being here with just Leigh and the guys.

Chris, Trips, and Rock still looked a little stunned at what they had just experienced and looked at their fruit in a new light. Trips was the first to regain his senses and with an evil little grin in place he looked at me and said “Interesting concept is there more to it than that?”

“Well, duh” I said “of course there is. The alcohol alternately blunts your responses, but heightens the experience. The fruit stimulates the senses but sates the body. There is more to it than that but I’m not going to share it with you.” I taunted and sat on the couch sucking on my orange.

“Aww come on why not? Is it part of the ‘Game’ like your shirt says.” Trips asked walking over to sit next to me on the couch. Chris followed sitting on the other side of me.

Damn wasn’t expecting to get hit with that question this early in night. I still wasn’t drunk enough to deal with it; not the way I wanted to anyways. So I stuck my tongue out at him and said “I doubt you’ll ever know.”

“I’m telling you Trips, it sounds like she’s challenging you man.” Rock chuckled from his position on Leigh’s bed.

“If she was challenging him, she would win.” Leigh loyally replied kicking back against the headboard. “As far as I know no one’s ever made her lose at her own game and if they did she would have told me all about it.”

I rolled my eyes at my drunken friend’s reply and said sarcastically. “ I really didn’t want to go there Leigh. Keep it up and I’ll start heading in your direction.”

“Head in her direction Renee, we’ve been teasing you for awhile. Let’s see how Ms. Leigh handles the pressure.” Rock cockily exclaimed finishing his peach and laying back against the headboard of the bed beside her.

Leigh turned and gave him a haughty look then said, “I can handle anything you can dish out and then some eyebrow boy.”

“Now who’s getting challenged Rocky.” Trips joked, laying on arm on top of the couch behind me. I turned my head and gave him a look that said ‘getting comfortable are we’. He just smirked back though as if to say ‘you know your enjoying it’. I was, but I didn’t want him to know I was creaming my shorts from just being in the proximity of him and Chris. I had long held a fantasy involving the two of them and that’s what kept running through my brain and throwing me off my game.

While Leigh and Rock were bantering on the bed about his upcoming movie. I decided to see if I could get both of the boys as hot and bothered as I was without even touching them. I made Chris hand me the bowl of cherries off the table next to him. The whiskey fumes and cherry scent invading my nostrils as I settle the bowl into my lap. I picked one up and twirled it in between my fingers to get some of the excess liquid off. Both of the guys were watching me like a hawk as I opened my mouth and darted my tongue out to lick the fruit slowly sucking it into my mouth. Chris gulped watching my obvious enjoyment of the cherry rolling around in my mouth before popping the stem out with a quick flick of the wrist. An imp of the perverse made me turn to Trips and offer him a cherry from my out stretched fingers. As he went to take it, I brushed his lips with the cherry and then pulled back and popped it into my own mouth. “Snooze you lose.” I giggled.

He glared and me and said “Well that wasn’t very nice.”

“I don’t remember ever saying anything about being nice in this conversation did I?” I looked to Chris for confirmation. He quickly shook his head in a negative gesture. So as a reward I offered a cherry to him. Only this time I let him actually put the cherry into his mouth and I pulled off the stem. The look of Trip’s face was priceless, shock being the dominate emotion. I got the feeling he wasn’t used to being teased this way very often. I gave a mental snort. Did he think I was ringrat who was just going to throw myself in his way. As if! I played a deeper game than I think he was aware of yet. Boy was he going to be surprised when I didn’t bend to his will.

Chapter 3 - Strawberries

“So,” the Rock said with a raised eyebrow and a knowing grin at Leigh, “what exactly does your shirt mean?” (A.N. her night shirt said “The Eyebrow Has It” from chapt.1)

“If you can’t figure it out, then I guess your not as bright as I thought,” Leigh replied with a twinkle in her eye as she got off the bed and strolled to the table for some strawberries.

The Rock watched her stroll across the room with an appreciative eye. He’d never been attracted to a redhead before, but something about her

strawberry blonde curls and her round butt caught his eye in an unexpected fashion. Leigh turned her head and caught him staring at her behind. She unsuccessfully tried to stem blush that flashed across her fair skin. Hmm, she thought, paybacks can be a bitch, let’s see if I can bring some red to those handsome cheeks. So she loaded a bowl with strawberries and then winked at him as she strolled out the door hoping he would get the idea to follow her outside..

Rock was off the bed like a shot, without a saying word to the room’s other occupants. He followed Leigh outside in time to see her start licking a ripe red strawberry and slowly suck the tip into her mouth. He was mesmerized at the sight. Leigh was grinning wickedly the whole time, she could visually see from her position on ledge the effect it was having his body. Leigh popped the rest of the berry into her mouth and chewing quickly, swallowed it. As she started to lick the juice from her fingers he stepped between her slightly spread legs and said. “Allow me.” Rock locked his eyes to hers and lifted her fingers to his lips, then he stuck his tongue out sliding her fingers over its raspy texture. After he licked her fingers clean, he sucked the tip of her forefinger into his mouth creating a suction and stroked it with his tongue letting her know that he would like to be doing that to other parts of her body. Staring intently at her, he blindly snagged a fresh berry and brought it to her mouth dragging it across her lips until she opened to accept it. As soon as she did, he swooped in and pressed his mouth firmly against hers sampling the fruit and her lips at the same time.

Leigh was stunned to say the least. She wasn’t expecting this at all. But, oh was it good and she had no plans on stopping until he did; which she hoped, was wasn’t anytime in the near future. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked her legs around his thighs pulling him closer. Using her tongue, she traced the insides of his lips before plunging deeply into his mouth. She moaned low in her throat at the taste of him and the feel of his body pressed up against hers. Leigh felt his hands moving across her T-shirt covered back; one hand plunged into her hair wrapping his fingers into her curls and tugging her head back so he could deepen the kiss. The other hand slid down to her ass cupping a cheek, an urging her closer to his body. Not to be outdone, Leigh removed a hand from the nape of his neck where she had been stroking his hair and lightly dragged her nails over his throat and down to a nipple.

Rock jumped slightly, as a shock coursed through his body. His skin felt like it was on fire where her nails had been. The sensation of Leigh grazing her nails over his nipples wasn’t the only thing driving him nuts. He could feel the heat coming off her where he stood trapped between her thighs and desperately wanted to bury himself in it like there was no tomorrow. Pulling his lips from hers we whispered in Leigh’s ear “Can we continue this in my room? I may be an exhibitionist, but this is a little to much for me right now.”

“What if I say the only way we are going to continue this is if we stay right out here on the balcony.” Leigh challenged as she reached down to boldly cup the hardness she could see straining in his shorts.

Rock shuddered and thought about it for a minute, the naughtiness of it turning him on even more. “You wicked girl. I’d agree, but there’s so many things I want to do to you right now that I think a private room is a better place to showcase my many talents.” Leigh shrugged and said, “Ok, let’s see what talents you possess outside of the ring” and with that she ground her hips into his before pushing him away to hop off the ledge.

“Don’t you think you better tell Renee that your leaving?” Rock asked as he started pulling her in the direction of his room.

“I think Renee probably has a good idea of what’s going on out here. Besides, she has her hands full already with those two. She’s not going to be giving more than a passing thought to me, because it looks like she has already started her game. Man, their egos are in for a hell of a surprise if they think she’s going to take it easy on them. And with that said let’s go into your room before I jump you right here and now.!!” Leigh said as they stopped outside of his door for a quick kiss and grope before going in and locking the door behind them.

Rock pushed Leigh across the room and onto the bed, quickly pinning her down with his body holding her hands above her head. He nuzzled her neck, placing butterfly kisses along her collarbone and driving her arousal higher, so she snaked her tongue out to trace the shape of his ear and taste his caramel colored skin with her lips. “No stop that.” He said with a husky whisper. You don’t want the bull to charge the gate to early do you?”

“Bull, huh? You know I’ve also wanted to ride a bucking bull. Are you volunteering for position?” Leigh taunted as she arched her body under his. Hooking her feet around his calves for added leverage, she twisted her body to flip them over so that she was able to sit astride him. His shock was great enough that she was able to get her hands free and start unbuttoning his shirt.

“A woman who likes to take charge, the Rock could enjoy this.” He said in character, and put his hands on her thighs slowly sweeping his fingers underneath her night shirt to her thong. He traced small patterns on the inside of Leigh’s thighs, enjoying the feel of her shifting her weight across his manhood as he fanned the flames of her arousal higher.

Leigh quickly finished unbuttoning his shirt and started making the same small designs on his chest with her nails, paying special attention to his coffee colored nipples. She leaned over and gave one a quick lap with her tongue and then scraped it with a nail. Leigh enjoyed the hitched breath he took underneath her so she did it to the other nipple as we;; giving it a quick twist followed by her mouth on his skin. Using her fingertips and tongue she traced every muscle on his chest until he couldn’t stand it no more. The feel of her mouth on his chest and her femininity rubbing across his cock made him sit up quickly and yank Leigh’s shirt over her head. “Your turn to suffer now.” Rock growled.

Rock filled his hands her bountiful breasts, marveling at the contrast of his caramel skin on her milky white skin. He buried his face in them, inhaling the sweet scent of her as he started nipping his way to her nipples. Once there, he squeezed her breasts together trying to suck both nipples into his mouth at once bringing a low moan from Leigh’s throat at the magic he was working with his fingers and mouth. ( If he’s this good here, how good is he going to be somewhere else the thought flashed through her mind.) Leigh sunk her fingers into his hair holding his head to her chest. A devilish look crossed her face as she started to squirm in his lap.

Keeping a nipple in his mouth, Rock dropped his hands to her hips holding her against his erection so he could suckle her stronger. After a few minutes he started running his thumbs along her thong, occasionally drifting across her clit in a hit or miss fashion. Leigh groaned in frustration, trying to move her hips to get a stronger touch. Tired of his teasing, Leigh grabbed his hand and brought it into direct contact with her sweet spot. Rock flicked his long fingers against and then pressed down hard on her clit. She shuddered in his arms. “Want some more of that?” he teased.

“I better get some more of that and then some buddy boy.” Leigh threatened as she slid back off his lap.

“Buddy boy? buddy boy? I can’t believe you called the Great One, buddy boy!” Rock said with indignation, reaching out and tearing off her thong.

“I’ll call you any damn thing I like if you don’t hurry up and fuck me.” she snarled as she started undoing his shorts with unsteady fingers.

Rock smirked, “Impatient are we?” and helped her pull his shorts off.

óI...ô she started to say and then stopped as she got a good look at his package. “Wow, I, uh, I think I better have a more up close and personal look at that.” and moved so she could inspect it on a more personal level.

“Oh no! you don’t get all the fun, move that candy ass of yours up here.” And he reached over and grabbed her hips maneuvering her into a sixty-nine position and buried his face between her thighs.

(I knew that mouth of his was good for more than trash talking) Leigh thought then started playing with his balls and licking cock like an ice cream cone. She teased him with nips, licks, and short puffs of air until he couldn’t control his hips anymore at least no more than she could control hers. Leigh squealed as he started strongly sucking her clit and curling his fingers into her, questing to find her G-spot.

As Rock felt the fluttery beginnings of her first orgasm, he stopped and flipped Leigh onto her back. Sinking into her warmth with a quick thrust that brought a “Hell Yeah” from Leigh’s lips he started pounding away in short quick strokes.

“Harder.” Leigh frantically cried bucking up to meet his thrusts. She wrapped her ankles around his hips digging her heels into his buttocks and scratched at his back as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her.

“We’ve got all night, strawberry.” Rock said through gritted teeth trying to hold back his own orgasm, but the rippling walls of Leigh’s silky heat were to much for him to take and Rock came with loud “Hell Yeah” of his own.

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