Disclaimer: Don't own the wrestlers, Vince does. This is just for fun, please don't sue.
Content and Rating: Het NC17
Spoilers: July 16
Ok, I'm treading on thin ice here, because this is only my third het fic. Please be gentle.
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~Stephanie's POV~
Damn! Arrogant jackass! Who does he think he is? How could he say that to me? And another thing, how
does he think of all those things to say? Well no matter, he's wrong! I am NOT a slut! I pick my lovers very
carefully.
I slam the door to my dressing room shut as I storm inside. Why does he always get to me? He seems to
know how to push all my buttons.
What is it about him? Does he love to infuriate me? I might add that he does a mighty fine job. Jerk!
As I throw myself down on the soft leather couch, I remember how good he had smelled when he strolled up
to Booker T and I, all cocky and sure of himself. Damn, did I just think that? I am talking about Chris Jerkoff
right? Personally, I hope Booker T kicks his ass all over that ring.
Speaking of a nice ass.... NO! I force the mental image from my head. He does not have a great ass! Although,
it is so round, firm, and squeezable. Wonder how it would feel to spank it?
Shit! No, I didn't just think that! Damn you Jericho!
~Jericho's POV~
I silently pat myself on the back. The look on her beautiful face was priceless.
As I get ready for my match, I can't stop thinking about her. She still doesn't get it. The more I taunt and
tease her, the more I want her. I love to see her pout and grit her teeth when she's mad. Doesn't she know
she's beautiful?
Shit! Who am I kidding? Stephanie McMahon, the billion dollar princess is way out of my league. I'm a
nobody. A wrestler. An employee of her father. She would never want me.
Well, if I can't have her, I'll take the next best thing. Her scorn. It's the only way I can get her attention, and at
least she has to notice me.
I head out towards the ring knowing that I'll probably get my ass kicked by Booker T and Shane, but she's
worth it. Who knows, maybe someday she'll notice me in a different way.
~Stephanie's POV~
I smile as I watch Jericho and Booker T go at it. There's something about watching him get manhandled that
really turns me on. With each slap and kick, I feel my temperature rise.
I have instructed Booker T and Shane not to hurt him too bad. Shane had smiled, knowing what I wanted.
It's time for a little payback, a little taunting of my own.
As I watch Booker give him a low blow and cover him for the pin, I can't suppress the evil grin that spreads
across my face. The angry, painful look on his face as he glares at Shane and Booker as they ascend the ramp
is priceless. Oh yes, Jericho, you just got screwed, but your night of getting screwed is far from over.
~Jericho's POV~
Damn! As I pull off my wrestling tights, every muscle and bone in my body hurts like hell, and I don't want to
even think about the throbbing pain radiating from my balls. The last minute battle with the ECW and WCW
freaks really wore me out.
I'm too tired to even shower. I pull on my favorite black leather pants and shoes. I reach down and grab my
gear, checking to make sure I have everything. My eyes open in shock as I turn around and see an amused
Stephanie and five of her ECW guys blocking my exit.
"You can wait outside boys," she tells them, watching them leave one by one.
There's something about that smile that sends a shiver down my spine. Right at that moment, she looked like
a young female version of her father. Cold and calculating. I watch her as she saunters toward me.
"What do you want?" I ask, too tired and sore to verbally abuse her.
"What's wrong Jericho? No smartass remark for me?" She whispers as her long slender fingers slide down
my torso. I have to fight to suppress the moan that threatens to escape my throat. This isn't happening!
Her smile widens as she feels my breathing become more ragged and my body tremble under her fingertips.
"Does it still hurt?" She whispers as she moves closer, an inch of air is all that separates us. Her hand lightly
strokes across the front of my pants.
FUCK!
She lifts an eyebrow as he feels the bulge that has formed there. "Glad to see me, Jericho?"
"NO!" I mumble as I try to back away from her, but she's got a determined look on her face and follows me,
step by step.
Somehow, I think the tables have been turned. Her eyes are dark. Is it from arousal or does she smell my
fear? How the hell did this happen? When did she become the predator and me the prey?
~Stephanie's POV~
I laugh out loud. The look of fear on his face is too much! He didn't expect the meek princess to turn on him.
I watch as he backs up against the wall. I watch the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing increases. What
does he think I'm going to do with him? Maybe bring my guys in and have them beat the hell out of him, or
does he wish that I would claim him in my bed?
I smell the fear. Is this the power that dad always talks about? Fear, the one thing that makes grown men do
really stupid things and agree to things that they wouldn't have normally agreed to? I think it is.
He doesn't move as I press my body against his. I can't believe how hot his body is. He's not Hunter, but right
now, he's the next best thing. I feel the hard bulge from his midsection pressing against my stomach. He
wants me, and he wants me bad.
I close my eyes as I press my lips to his. Still he doesn't move. I look up and see a single tear slide down his
cheek. He's crying?
What the fuck?
I can't control the anger that rages inside of me, and I slap him hard. I'll make him pay for not wanting me
and humiliating me. I call for my guys and they come rushing in.
"Take him to my room. Mr. Jerkoff here needs to be taught some manners," I say bitterly as I watch them
drag him away, his head still bowed, unresisting.
I'll make him love me. If it's the last thing I do!
