I have a lot of detestation for people who assume things; you know the type of person I’m referring to, the type of person who automatically places people into a category without ever knowing about them or knowing their story. I think my ignorance towards this sort of person comes from years of torment and ridicule at their hands. I'm not the type of person to be hurt or affected by derision, it's when people automatically categorise me with others that angers me. "The poor little rich girl, Daddy never hugged her so now she lashes out by rebelling against the social norm." that's the category I'm in, slightly pitied because people assume that for me to be who I am I must have been molested or ignored as a child. Why? Because I enjoy casual sex and social drug use? Nothing forced me into this lifestyle, this is the lifestyle I chose, a lifestyle of over indulgences. If I where male, however, I would be awarded for my sexual conquests and my open mind to the World but as a female in a man's World I must live to other people's expectations. People automatically assume that when a man indulges in a woman then it's the man who is in control, on the contrary, these are new times, a new World and nobody is control more so than I. This is a
Woman's world and I lead the rebellion.




New York – 06/03/2007


Kendell Smith: "I would have never imagined a man of your intelligence could also be so handsome. I'm starting to see the possible good points in our little visits."

The large window taking up one side of the room looked out onto the city where tall buildings touched the clouds and even the shadows from these huge structures couldn't stop the unseasonable sunshine from dancing along the people on the streets below as they went about their business indulging in the preview of the summer to come. The walls in the large office where cream and so smooth that the reflection of the sun outside almost made them look white. A large mahogany desk sat on one side of the room, scattered papers all across it and a single photo frame sitting dead centre, a picture of a handsome middle aged man, his aged prom queen wife and their child staring out from it.

Dr. Michael Hart: "Well I'm glad you've had a change of heart Miss Smith. Many people in New York choose to see psychiatrists; it's almost the social norm nowadays."

She looked at him quizzically realising he had missed the sexual implication she had dropped into her sentence. With all his pretty degrees framed behind his desk he still hadn't the intelligence to realise when a woman was subtly coming on to him.

Kendell Smith: "I'm not a talker doctor, so forgive me if I seem sceptical."

Dr. Michael Hart: "Nobody is at first but over time you will find it much easier and you will find it comes almost naturally."

Kendell Smith: "Over time? Exactly how long is it I have to see you for?"

Dr. Michael Hart: "The conditions of your father's will say six months."

She couldn't help but show her alarm as he spoke. Six months? There was no way she would last that long, it had taken her seven months before she had even decided to come here. Her father, being the comedian he was until the day he died had left all his worldly belongs to his only child, but he had felt that for her to be in control of such enormous wealth she must first be in control of her own life. She had to snigger at his hypocrisy, who was he to tell anybody what the right way to live was? After all, his money was tarnished with the blood of many. She had contemplated leaving the fortune rather than seeing a shrink, but after much persuasion and an obvious decline in her bank balance she had decided to swallow her pride for an afternoon, after all fifteen million dollars was nothing to be sneezed at.

Kendell Smith: "I understand that, but what if I where to pay you double for your services and we call it quits after today's session?"

He smiled warmly at her, taking a seat and slipping his clip board into his lap.

Dr. Michael Hart: “I’m not that type of doctor my dear… unfortunately you’ll have to spend the six months in my presence before I sign any forms. You’re forgetting I was your father’s psychologist.”

Fucking ‘professionals’, they where all the same. Took their job too seriously, but Kendell was not one to be beaten, under any other circumstance she would enjoy being in the company of such a ruggedly handsome man. He reminded her of George Clooney, his broad shoulders accentuated underneath his suit, his dark hair speckled with flakes of grey giving him a mature yet sexy edge, his skin naturally tanned as if he where living in southern California. And then it dawned on her, she had something more important to men than any sum of money. She positioned herself on the leather couch in front of his light green eyes, and lay back staring at the ceiling.

Dr. Michael Hart: “Well Miss Luciano….”

Kendell Smith: “Smith…”

Dr. Michael Hart: “Sorry?”

Kendell Smith: “My second name is Smith not Luciano. I haven’t been called Luciano since I was fifteen except by my family. So it’s Miss Smith, Kendell Smith with an E not an A.”

Dr. Michael Hart: “Why did you change your name Elena?”

Kendell Smith: “Because I didn’t want to fit into the Italian daughter stereotype….”

He could tell by the tone of her voice that she was already becoming edgy with him. She wasn’t the type of person to sit and be interrogated, a lot like her father. Years of living a life like his had led him to regrets however and he had found it easier to confide in a stranger. Kendell pushed herself up from her place on the leather couch so that she sat facing him; his eyes scanned her lingering for a second on her cleavage before glancing at her legs and back to his clip board. His face flushed slightly as she returned his stare with a smirk.

Kendell Smith: “Like what you see doctor?”

Dr. Michael Hart: “Ahem… uh… so you’re a professional wrestler?”

She laughed slightly at his pathetic attempt to change the subject but decided to go with the flow.

Kendell Smith: “Something like that.”

Dr. Michael Hart: “You don’t take you career very seriously?”

Kendell Smith: “On the contrary doctor, I have begun to take my career extremely serious, however this is only a recent occurrence and I’d rather not count my chickens.”

Dr. Michael Hart: “Afraid in case you don’t succeed?”

Kendell Smith: “Ha… not likely. You see, everything I touch turns to gold, everything I put a hand at I succeed at. I don’t fear failure because I have yet to experience it.”

Dr. Michael Hart: “So then tell me El…. Kendell, what is it that has you holding back?”

Kendell Smith: “Wrestling is the first thing in a long time that gives me definition in my life, it defines me as something. In the past I got bored, I moved on to something new instead of sticking with a certain area, I don’t want that to happen with wrestling.”

Dr Michael Hart: “So you’re afraid of losing something that makes you special?”

She looked up at him laughing, the spark in her bright blue eyes vivid as she leaned back into the couch. For a man with so many qualifications he was asking all the wrong questions.

Kendell Smith: “No… that’s not it. You where my father’s psychiatrist, did he tell you about the Luciano blood lust?”

Dr. Michael Hart: “Well… I’m not allowed to discuss other patients meetings but I can tell you he told me a lot of things about himself and what he had done.”

Kendell Smith: “Well then you understand doctor Hart that there is this need that pulses through our veins, this want to inflict pain on others, this pleasure in hurting another person. Wrestling is my way to release that.”

Dr. Michael Hart: “I see…”

She could tell he was starting to feel uncomfortable by her almost brutal honesty. It amused her; she could imagine the look on his face when her father discussed his life with him. She was surprised he could go home and look his all American family in the eyes.

Kendell Smith: “You see for me it’s not only about inflicting pain on others, or getting rid of a dark need inside me, I enjoy the success and before you go on your little psychiatrist ramble it’s not for the reasons you assume. It’s not for the attention I lacked from my father, or the fame that comes with it. I like to win. It’s just that simple. This week is my second match after my return to UWF and I’m already in the title run.”

Dr. Michael Hart: “Is that a good thing?”

Kendell raised an eyebrow wondering could he possibly know that little about wrestling or was he playing dumb to coax her into talking some more.

Kendell Smith: “Yes it’s a good thing. People wait a lifetime for a shot like this so to be thrown into the deep end after being away for so long is a huge achievement. And once I beat Stryfe and Billy West it only gets better.”

Dr. Michael Hart: “You’re fighting two men?”

He seemed to be slightly taken aback by this; she assumed this was because by looking at her he had assumed her type of professional wrestling involved mud and sheer bikinis.

Kendell Smith: “Doctor, I hate to ruin the mental image you must have but I am an actual wrestler, I don’t wrestle to give men masturbation material.”

Dr. Michael Hart: “Oh…”

Kendell Smith: “You’ve never heard of Stryfe? You’ve never heard of Billy West? You must know very little about professional wrestling doctor. Let me tell you a bit about them, Stryfe is in UWF’s hall of fame, a legend in his field, somebody who has broken World records and has been, at one stage, referred to as unbeatable. He’s the type of man other men want to be and the type of man virgins put out for on the first night. Most men can’t bear to be put in a ring with him never mind me, a female, half his height and half his weight class but you see I have tactics, I don’t need strength. I‘m not like other wrestlers because I don’t care who he is or what he’s done in the past. Up until the second he faces me in the ring the rest of his career has been trivial.”

She knew the doctor wasn’t really listening to a word she said, he was too busy reading between the lines. He didn’t hear he speaking about Stryfe, he heard her describing how she fights men for a living, he didn’t hear her saying she didn’t need strength, he heard her saying she was over confident.

Kendell Smith: “As for Billy West, I don’t know much about him except he holds the IC title, and he’s in the new NDX, I assumed NDX had died with Jason Lee’s career, it probably should have considering there’s no longer anybody in it worth talking about. I don’t really care who this Billy West character is, I don’t care what title he holds, he’s in my way and nobody stands in my way.”

She continued to lie on the black leather couch, holding up her hands and looking at her long, painted red nails.

Kendell Smith: “Wrestling has become my life, and of course then there’s the added bonus of mixing pleasure with work.”

She smirked while biting her bottom lip. A glint in her eyes remembering past experiences and fantasies she planned to fulfil in the future.

Dr. Michael Hart: “Tell me more about you promiscuity? Your father has always voiced concern at this.”

Bullshit, she knew by the way beads of sweat glistened on his brow, and the way his eyes burned into her that this was not part of his interrogating, this was his need to fulfil his own fantasy through her past encounters.

Kendell Smith: “You want to know about my extracurricular activities in the work place?”

She sat up in the chair again, crossing her legs just slowly enough for him to catch a glimpse of the tops of her stockings and the garter belt they where attached to. She could almost hear his pulse quicken as he cleared his throat.

Kendell Smith: “Well it started with one Jason Lee, of course we never fucked but I used my sexual prowess to hold him in the palm of my hand for as long as I needed him. He, at one time, was a major player in UWF so I used him for a short period of time to get where I wanted to go, of course that wasn’t so much sexual as it was foreplay of the mind.”

She shifted her weight, thinking back, a very obvious conquest standing firmly out in her mind. Somebody who had the ability to make her quiver like no other, somebody who at one stage could have done to her what she had done to men in the past, he had the ability to bring her to her knees and it made her hot like nothing else or nobody else ever had.

Kendell Smith: “Khristian Call of course was the first man I indulged with, I used to like it when he bent me over, grabbed my hair from behind and violated me, every inch of me until I was begging for more.”

She bit her lip remembering, while watching the doctor swallow hard. She kept her eyes on his as she spoke, not once breaking their stare. He had stopped writing now, intent on every word that passed her perfect lips.

Kendell Smith: “Even remembering it now makes me quite… hot…. Do you mind if I get a drink of water doctor?”

Dr. Michael Hart: “Not at all…”

Kendell stood up from the chair and walked over towards the large window which looked out onto the street of New York. She poured herself a glass of water while the doctor composed himself.

Kendell Smith: “Then there are the men I have yet to indulge. Men like Stryfe and GBL, strong successful men that know what they want out of life and go for it. You see doctor there is nothing more attractive then a confident man. GBL owns a wrestling empire, good looking and powerful, you can’t ask for much more than that now can you?”

He began to scribble notes down on his pad once again as she moved gracefully across his expensive, Persian rug, brushing her hand against his shoulder as she passed him making her way to the mahogany desk. She perched herself on the edge, placing the glass of water beside her.

Kendell Smith: “So doctor, tell me, have you ever considered mixing business with pleasure?”

He turned his head, glancing at her over his shoulder as she smiled, biting her lip slightly as she arched her leg so that her foot made a right angle with the side of his desk.

Dr. Michael Hart: “I’m a happily married man.”

The smirk on his face contradicted his words as he stood up from his chair, leaving his clip board behind and walking across the office towards where she was. She enjoyed the confidence in his stride, the knowing look in his eyes as he approached her slowly. She arched her back slightly so that her chest protruded. As he approached his desk he brushed his hand across her bare leg, smiling, hinting at exactly what he wanted, before leaning in a gently kissing her on the neck. She didn’t resist, instead she leaned backwards and picked up the framed photograph from his desk.

Kendell Smith: “Nice family…”

She laughed slightly, feeling him against her, feeling his need to run his hands all over her firmly toned body. He pulled back a little as her comment stung his ears.

Dr. Michael Hart: “We married young…”

Kendell Smith: “Is that why you fuck your patients on your office desk doctor?”

She smiled, sliding her foot up the inside of his leg and tickling the inside of his thigh teasingly, her bright blue eyes staring out at him from under dark lashes.

Dr. Michael Hart: “I don’t usually do things like this.”

Kendell Smith: “Please doctor you don’t have to explain yourself to me, after today you wont have to lay eyes on me again.”

Dr. Michael Hart: “Huh?…”

She reached down with her hand, cupping his genitals and smiling. His breathing quickened as he grabbed her waist, pushing her up on the desk and pulling her hips towards him before running his lips along the length of her neck.

Kendell Smith: “Now now doctor… nothing in this World is for free.”

Dr. Michael Hart: “Anything…”

He replied without lifting his head from her neck, breathing in her scent, sliding his hand up her thigh to where her stockings clipped to her garter belt. She arched her self into him making sure her knew exactly what he would get in return.

Kendell Smith: “Sign the contract to say I’ve been seeing you for six months.”

Dr. Michael Hart: “Done.”

He began undoing his pants in a hurry with one hand, still holding on to her with the other as if he was afraid she would escape his grasp and his fantasy bubble would burst. She raised her hand to his chest, holding him back slightly as he looked at her confused.

Kendell Smith: “That’s not all…”

Dr. Michael Hart: “What else is there?”

Kendell Smith: “Well I’m about to fulfil your fantasies I think you should return the favor.”

He looked completely confused now. She grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him in towards her moving her lips up to his ear as she spoke gently and seductively to him. She smiled, biting her lip as she spoke.

Kendell Smith: “I have one simple request doctor…”

Dr. Michael Hart: “Call me Michael.”

Kendell Smith: “That’s just it.”

He pushed back from her slightly, still with one hand on his fly and the other on her hip as he raised an eyebrow, unsure as to where she was going with this. She smiled, licking her lips before she spoke.

Kendell Smith: “While your inside me…. Can I call you Stryfe?”