You know I'm hot, you know I'm sexy . . .

Author's note: It's my story, so I make the rules, LOL! No brand extension, my choice of superstars and all other bets (including pre-existing personal relationships) are off if I deem them to be so! And since I haven't been watching for a while, I will ignore current storylines and events - including the unmasking and shaving of KKane, which I consider to be an act that "reeks of heinousity", to quote the lovely Edge. I will also at random use both wrestlers' real names and "stage" names - mostly where I don't know real names.

This story takes place roughly four months after the events in "Stand Back! There's a Hurricane Coming Through!" I don't know much about Teamsters, so I'm basing this story on what I do know about Australian wharfies - who would seem to have the same kind of agenda, albeit without the links to organised crime. However, since the thing with the Teamsters is only a plot device to manouever two people to where I want them, I don't think it's that important!

Usual disclaimer - own nothing but my original characters Vivvie and Lexie, all the other people own themselves, WWE owns the trademark names, I'm doing this to exercise my creativity and for the sheer pleasure of writing. Ask my therapist!

Chapter 1

Lexie, Vivvie Taylor's executive assistant, sat at her desk, glancing up occasionally at the closed door of Vivvie's office. She'd heard a raised voice earlier, which usually meant trouble. Labour relations kind of trouble. Teamster trouble.

The last six months had been very successful for Vivvie, but it came at a certain cost. Proving her abilities meant that she had been asked to take on more responsibilities. The bullet she'd dodged earlier - managing the road crew logistics - had proved impossible to avoid the second time. Fortunately, she had good managers in place, and her role was limited mostly to overseeing the travelling circus' general direction. But there was one other thing she'd inherited that she had to deal with personally. Labour relations, which in most cases was pretty ordinary. Except in the case of the road crews, where it meant having to deal with the Teamsters Union.

In some states, it wasn't an issue. Teamsters Locals were understanding of the fact that the WWE used its own non-union road crews, who were employed by the company in Connecticut and travelled with the equipment wherever it needed to go. But in other states, more militant Teamster leadership meant that the WWE's non-Teamster crews were viewed with suspicion and sometimes outright hostility. There had been incidents where Teamsters had blockaded venues, sabotaged vehicles and had altercations with the WWE crews and the road managers.

The call Vivvie was on at the moment had come from one of those states first thing this morning. Vivvie had barely arrived in the office for her usual early start when it came. There had been grumblings from the Teamsters when they learned that the WWE was coming to town, and it seemed that they were making good on their threats. The road manager had been pretty pissed when he called for Vivvie, but Lexie had also detected a note of fear in the man's voice as well. She turned back to her work, trying not to worry about what this could mean.

Chapter 2

Vivvie had sat through the road manager's recitation of the events they'd just faced with a growing expression of outrage. At one point, she had lost control and yelled at him, unable to believe what he was telling her. But once it was all out there, all she could do was shake her head. Her lips were tightly compressed, as she tried very hard to remain calm.

She knew that this kind of confrontation had been inevitable. But she had hoped it wouldn't come to this so soon. But Teamsters actually threatening her people? No way could she let that go. Deciding quickly, she told the road manager to hang in there as she'd be arriving on the next available flight. She was going to send a message to the Teamsters to keep their hands off the WWE.

She hung up the phone, and then vented her frustrations in a way that would have made Mother furious. She threw the first thing she could find - her stapler - across the room hard, screaming "Fucking Teamsters!"

Lexie heard the impact and the shout, and noticed Vivvie had hung up on the call. She figured that now would be a good time to go in. She knocked, and then poked her head around the door.

"Is it safe to come in? Or are you still in a 'throwing things and cursing' kind of mood?"

Vivvie laughed and beckoned for Lexie to come in. She did so, first looking around and spotting the stapler, which she picked up and gently placed back on Vivvie's desk. Then she looked over at the wall.

"You're losing your arm, boss. That one didn't even make a dent in the drywall," she said drolly, sitting in the chair opposite Vivvie.

"Of course I'm losing my arm. I've been up to my neck in this labour relations crap 12 hours a day! I haven't been to the gym in weeks - Joanie's going to kill me when she gets her hands on me," Vivvie smiled, her anger defused by Lexie's low key approach.

"Uh-uh! No way am I fielding that call! You can face "Body By Joanie" all on your own," Lexie smiled. Joanie Lauer ran a gym in town, and she was a hard taskmaster, especially with executives whom she suspected of using work as an excuse to skip tortuous gym sessions. "So? Trouble? What do you want me to do?"

Vivvie smiled. "Lexie, you are a treasure! Have I told you lately how much I appreciate the work you do?"

"Well, yes, but a nice fat payrise would say it with Hallmark, if you catch my drift," Lexie winked, jokingly. Vivvie made a mental note - Lexie did actually deserve a pay increase, and she would arrange it as soon as she could. Her face then sobered.

"Yes, Lexie, we do have trouble - bad trouble. I need you to get me on a flight to Phoenix this morning, soon as possible, but give me time to get home and pack a bag. I don't think this is going to be fixed in an overnight hop and I'll need a few changes of clothes. Order a car to pick me up there in time to make the flight."

Lexie was taking notes as Vivvie spoke. "I'll find out from Travel where the crew and roster are saying and get you rooms there. Better make it suites I guess, you'll be having meetings," Lexie mused. "What else?"

Vivvie glanced over her calendar for the next few days. "There's nothing urgent here, so see if you can reschedule my meetings for the rest of the week. I'd like to have the time free, in case I need it," Vivvie stopped, tapping her fingers on the desk, thinking. "Tell the head of Legal Services I'll call him from the plane - I'll want to get some advice on what I'm facing from a legal point of view. No," Vivvie suddenly decided. "Get him on the phone now, and I'll talk to him while you set up my travel. Just make sure you leave me a good half hour to get home and pack before the flight, ok?

Lexie nodded and stood to go back to her desk. Vivvie forestalled her. "One more thing, Lexie?" Lexie turned back to her boss.

"Check the weather for Phoenix, please?"

Lexie chuckled as she went back to her desk. Ever since flying into that hurricane in Miami, Vivvie was a bit obsessed with knowing what the weather was like where she was going. But first things first - Lexie dialled the office of the head of Legal Services, and put the call through to Vivvie.

Chapter 3

"Brad? Vivvie Taylor," Vivvie said. "I'd ask how you are and all that, but my time is short right now. I've got a serious situation brewing in Phoenix with the Teamsters."

"What are we talking about, Vivvie - how serious?"

"Physical threats, a blockade of the arena. The road manager's pretty worried."

"Is he overreacting, do you think?"

Vivvie shook her head as she answered. "No way Brad, this guy's been with us for years, dealt with Teamsters before. We knew we were going to have problems in Phoenix, we've been seeing media releases from the Teamsters Local since the show was announced. The leadership down there is flexing their muscle with a ballot on the way, I think. Whatever the reason, I think our people might be looking at some real trouble."

"On the basis of what you've just said, you may be right. I was hoping it was just a new road manager getting the jitters. What are your plans?"

"I'm flying down this morning. I'd just like some advice on our best course of action from a legal perspective, Brad."

"I'd suggest you speak to the local police. Be warned, they may be sympathetic to the Teamsters. If so, you might be best to approach the Staties. Our legal position is that it is entirely our right to man our crews with non-Teamsters, and the Teamsters are interfering with our ability to conduct our business. I'll get to work drafting a brief for the Arizona courts, but hopefully you won't need it."

"Brad, if it has to go to court, we're going to be in a position of not being able to broadcast."

"I know that Vivvie, but that has happened before. We'll do everything we can to make sure the show goes ahead, but don't get hung up on that aspect alone. I know that's our business, but we have to be careful here not to get into a position that puts our people in harm's way. If we do that, OSHA's going to have our heads," Brad explained.*

Vivvie knew he was right - an OSHA investigation wasn't a cakewalk, and she dreaded the thought of anyone being hurt over this situation. The people were more important than the show - that had always been her perspective, and she didn't intend to change that.

"Okay Brad. Lexie will have the info on my flights and where I'm staying. I'll call you if I have any other questions when I've had a chance to assess the situation myself."

* OSHA -Occupational Safety and Health Administration. OSHA's mission is to assure the safety and health of America's workers by setting and enforcing standards; providing training, outreach, and education; establishing partnerships; and encouraging continual improvement in workplace safety and health.

Chapter 4

Vivvie hung up the phone, and then stood up and stretched. She walked out of her office to Lexie's desk. Lexie was on the phone, and Vivvie motioned that she was going to the ladies room. Lexie nodded and continued her negotiation with Travel on Vivvie's flight.

On her return to her office, she found the number for the Phoenix Police Department, and called to speak to the officer in charge. She explained who she was, and what the situation was. While the officer assured her that he would sort things out, she didn't exactly trust something in his voice, so her next call was to the Arizona State Police. They were a little more interested, and promised to send officers to investigate.

Lexie had given her an itinerary fresh from the printer. She advised both officers when she would be arriving, and left her cellphone number with them. Vivvie collected her briefcase, laptop, cellphone and her purse and went downstairs to her car. She had a half hour to get home and pack before the car arrived to take her to the airport. The weather in Phoenix was hot and dry, so she knew what to take at least.

Within six hours, by her watch, and three hours by the road manager's, she was landing in Phoenix and being met by the assistant road manager at the airport. At her insistence, they went straight to the arena.

On her arrival, she discovered that her hunch about the Phoenix Police had been right - there was no-one from that department in evidence. There was however, a brawny State Trooper, and she walked up to him and introduced herself. It appeared that the Teamsters were not moving. And they had tipped off the press. Now it was going to hit the fan, in a big way. After speaking to the State Trooper, and explaining the company's position, she had the road manager announce to the gathered media that there would be a company statement shortly.

Vivvie headed off to find a quiet spot and called Brad on her cellphone.

"Brad? I'm going on air in a few minutes with a statement about the mess that's happening here. I'd like to run it past you and get your opinion first?"

"Shoot, Vivvie."

She outlined the basic statement she planned to make, which she had scribbled hurriedly on a clipboard. They worked together to firm up the language, and then Vivvie re-read it to Brad. He gave her the okay, and promised to alert Jim Ross for her. She then sat in the passenger seat of someone's rental car while one of the make-up artists touched up her makeup for her.

While this was happening, word got around the wrestlers, most of whom were still at the hotel, that Vivvie would be appearing on TV with a statement about the blockaded arena. They gathered in one another's rooms to watch.

Chapter 5

When Shawn heard that Vivvie was in town, he wondered if this was the opportunity he had been looking for. He hadn't forgotten Vivvie, not by a long shot. The talk of her television appearance was another piece of good news. He went to his own room and locked the door. He wanted to savour Vivvie all by himself.

The media statement started, being broadcast live. Vivvie stood in front of the WWE trucks, shown parked to the side of the Teamster blockade. She looked damn fine, as usual, Shawn mused, stroking his cock as he watched her. She wore a short sleeved blouse and light cotton trousers. Her hair was being tousled by the breeze as she spoke into the camera.

"The World Wrestling Entertainment's company arrived in Phoenix early this morning to set up for a live show that we are scheduled to perform this evening in the arena behind me. However, we have been prevented from accessing the arena by the Teamsters Union here. The Teamsters feel that the WWE do not have the right to use non-union road crews, and are actively preventing us from conducting our business because we do so. Our road crews are compensated at a level equal to, if not better than that demanded by union crews, so it is not fair to say that we use non-union crews because they are cheaper for us."

As she spoke, savvy cameramen panned the union picket and focused on signs alleging just that.

"We use our own non-union crews because they travel all over the country, indeed all over the world, with us. The use of union crews would mean that we would need to change crews in each state we visit. Our crews have been working together for years, and are most efficient at setting up and breaking down our equipment quickly enough for us to perform a live show here tonight, a pre-taped show in another city in Arizona in two days, a house show in yet another city a day later and another live event a week from today."

"Unless we can access the arena within the next hour, tonight's live telecast of Raw, the live event we promised to the people of Phoenix, is unlikely to go ahead. That would be a shame for the 20,000 people of Phoenix who have bought tickets for this event - one that comes to town maybe once a year. It will also disappoint millions of television viewers, not only here in the United States, but all across the world, who would be watching this event. An event which provides an opportunity for Phoenix, and indeed for Arizona as a whole, to promote itself as a tourist and holiday destination. Further, if this event cannot take place, it is unlikely that the WWE will return to Arizona in future. Our business is too valuable for us to jeopardise it through the interference of unions who oppose us not for just cause, but to further their own agendas. Thank you."

As Vivvie stepped away from the microphones set up for the media statement, loud applause was heard from the WWE crews, and from the fans and onlookers who had gathered to watch the situation since earlier in the morning. The cameras showed angry fans shouting at the Teamsters.

As the news break ended, Shawn used the remote to turn the TV off. He continued to stroke his cock gently, thinking about Vivvie. Damn, but that had been a powerful performance. He figured right about now the mayor of Phoenix would be calling the head of the Teamsters local to tell him to get his people the hell out of the way of the WWE. Because if he didn't, come election time, a goodly number of the million or so residents of Phoenix who either liked wrestling, or who liked the income the show brought in, or liked the "free" publicity a live broadcast like Raw provided, would not be kindly disposed to giving him a further term.

This was the time - he was going to have Vivvie for damn sure. They would be in Arizona for the next four days. She wouldn't leave until she was sure that Smackdown and the house show weren't being threatened, and to keep an eye on the crews. He'd have plenty of time to get her into his bed at least once, maybe even twice. That would be nice. He squeezed his cock tighter and pumped hard, losing himself in the feeling as he came. Next time, it would be with Vivvie.

Chapter 6

Shawn's prediction was correct. The Teamsters disbanded their picket line shortly after Vivvie's media statement, and the crew flooded into the arena. It would be tight, but they should be able to get things set up in time. The wrestlers arrived from their hotels to help in any way they could, unloading trucks, shifting gear, all at the direction of the road crews. As more than one of them laughingly said, this was a good workout for the show later.

Vivvie worked as hard as anyone. She assisted the wardrobe and make-up artists, and the props master. She carried pyro cannisters and helped set up announce tables. She liaised with the arena management and helped Danny and his people set up merchandising stands.

By the time Shawn saw her in person, she was dragging a box of T-shirts to a merchandising stand, too tired to pick it up. Shawn saw an opening.

"Here, Vivvie, let me get that," he said in a friendly way, and bent to pick the box up for her. "You look pretty whipped."

She smiled at him. "Well, that's the god's honest truth. Thanks Shawn." There was no wariness in her eyes. She had obviously forgotten their encounter in Miami. Good - he didn't want to tip her off.

"Anything else I can help with?" he asked, stowing the box for Danny's crew.

"Nope, that was the last of it. God, I am so stoked about you all, you just did such a great job all pitching in to get us back on track," her voice wavered a little.

Shawn knew she meant every word. So it was natural for him to lean in and give her a warm hug. "No, thank you Vivvie-anne. If it weren't for you and your statement, we wouldn't be in here to set up at all."

She hugged him back, smiled her thanks and headed off to check to be sure everything was in place. He watched her go, a small smile on his face.

With everyone's help, they were set up well in time for the show later that evening. Vivvie took advantage of the lull in activity to get someone to drive her to the hotel so she could check in. She grabbed a shower and a nap, and then dressed and headed back to the arena to have dinner and watch the show.

Chapter 7

Despite the rushed job of setting up the arena, the show went off without a hitch. Merchandise sales were huge, as fans showed their appreciation for the WWE. The arena was packed, and the roster put on a great show, but of course Vivvie had expected no less.

She hadn't expected the actions of Dave Batista, who appeared in one of the dark matches before the telecast began. He took the ring mic after the match, and asked the crowd to give a cheer for Vivvie, who had made the show possible by convincing the Teamsters to cease their blockade. The cheers and applause of the crowd was echoed backstage, and Vivvie was embarrassed by it. All she had done was give a media statement.

Blushing, she headed for one of the offices for a little privacy. As she sat down, there was a knock at the door.

"You okay, Vivvie-anne?" Shawn had seen her leave and followed her.

"Yeah, just a bit . . ."

"Honey," he crouched beside her chair, "you did a good thing earlier, and everyone appreciates it."

"Shawn, I did my job. I don't expect that kind of fuss over doing what I get paid to do."

"Darlin', we're a family. Today, you looked out for us. We love you for it - so what's wrong with us showing it?"

"Nothing, I guess. It just makes me feel uncomfortable."

Shawn smiled at her. "You'd prefer if someone kicked your butt? Come on, cheer up. How about I take you out after the show to some low dive and we get drunk together?"

She laughed. "Will you buy me tequila?"

"Dozens of shots. I'll get you drunk and have my wicked way with you."

"Right. Like that's going to happen."

"All it takes is enough tequila." He winked at her.

She laughed at him. She had no idea how serious he was. He gave her a hug, and left to warm up for his match.

Chapter 8

Shawn counted the time well spent. He'd found out something about Vivvie he could use. On the way back to the hotel after the show, he stopped at a liquor store for a couple of bottles of tequila and two shot glasses. He checked at the desk to find out her room number, and waited in the bar and watched until she came in.

He gave her about 30 minutes and then knocked on the door of her suite.

Vivvie opened the door and stared in amazement. Shawn stood there with a bottle of tequila in one hand, and two shot glasses in the other.

"You ducked out on me, Vivvie-anne. I was all set to take you to that low dive and ply you with tequila. But have no fear, I have decided to bring the tequila to you," he brandished the bottle.

She laughed and opened the door wider, motioning him in. Shawn was delighted that she'd already changed out of her clothes and was wearing a hotel bathrobe. He wondered what was underneath it.

"I'll warn you right now Shawn, I am going to be a party pooper. By my internal clock, it's about two in the morning, and I am beat. But a nightcap would be nice," she smiled as they sat on the sofa together.

"Well, that's okay Vivvie. We'll have a drink together, and then I'll tuck you into bed all nice and comfortable," Shawn said easily, opening the tequila and pouring two shots. He handed her one and took the other.

"Here's to swimmin' with bow legged women!" He downed his shot and waited for her to do the same.

She laughed, and then tossed back the shot. He watched her throat move as she swallowed. Mmmm, nice.

"Want to reconsider? Another one for the road?" He held the bottle over the glasses, questioning her with his eyes.

"Sure, my turn to make a toast," Vivvie smiled. She'd forgotten about being tired for the moment.

He poured the shots and raised his glass, waiting for her. She closed her eyes for a moment, thinking. Then she grinned.

"Get this up ya," she said, and tossed off her shot.

Shawn drank with her, and then had to ask. "What the hell kind of toast was that?"

"Australian. They're kind of weird."

"Mmmm. Okay, you're tired. But tomorrow night, I'll be back with the tequila, and you'll teach me more of these fascinating Australian toasts," he said, recapping the bottle.

"And have your wicked way with me," Vivvie said sleepily, the tequila taking an almost immediate effect on her weary body.

"Oh, you didn't forget that part, hmm, Vivvie-anne?" He took her hands and pulled her up off the sofa and into his arms.

She wound her arms around his neck. "No way. You promised," she slurred.

He laughed, and then helped her into the bedroom of her suite. He turned down the covers and helped her into bed. "Goodnight Vivvie-anne," he said softly.

"Goodnight Shawn," was the fuzzy reply. She was snoring softly even before he got to the door.

Well, he thought to himself as he walked the halls back to his room. Tomorrow night should be pretty good.

Chapter 9

Vivvie slept for a solid eight hours, and woke refreshed. She stretched and yawned, feeling good, and considered the day ahead.

The crew would be at work at the arena, breaking down and packing the equipment, ready to move out by midday to the house show venue. The roster would leave around the same time and spend the night at the next town in preparation for a day of rest before the house show.

She decided to grab a shower and head over to the arena to make sure things were okay. She'd grab some coffee on the way.

In the shower, she thought about Shawn last night, turning up with tequila. And all that stuff about having his wicked way with her. She chuckled. Like that was going to happen. Shawn could have any woman he wanted, true, but she wasn't about to be added to his long list of conquests. In eight years with the company, she had been with precisely one wrestler - Jeff. And that had been a relationship, not a conquest. There was also Paul, but hurricane fever really didn't count. She had no intention of sleeping her way through the roster. She had to maintain her credibility.

So why did her thoughts keep going back to Shawn's body, hmm? A little more . . . veering, oh goody. Last night at the arena, crouching by her chair. He was already in his tights, and his chest was firm and broad. He didn't shave or wax, and on him, the chest hair looked good. She reached out and shut off the hot water, and stood shivering under the blast of cold water for a while. That cleared her head nicely.

At the arena, sipping on coffee, she checked in with the road manager. He confirmed that the load out was going well, and that there had been no problems. Vivvie was still a little concerned about the Teamsters though. Yesterday, she'd been able to force their hand. Who knew what the backlash might be tonight or tomorrow, without the leverage from a potentially disrupted live television show?

She called the State Trooper who had been on the scene yesterday, and discussed her concerns with him. He agreed that it may be an issue, and promised to have some men standing by at the next venue, just in case. That allayed her fears a little, but she was still going to be vigilant, and suggested to the road manager to warn security and the crews to do the same. She headed back to the hotel to grab some breakfast and find a ride to the next venue.

There were still a number of wrestlers in the hotel coffee shop, enjoying a late breakfast, and she saw Mark and Glenn, who were just giving their orders.

"Hey Vivvie," Mark said, gesturing to an empty chair, "join us?"

"Thanks, Mark. Hi Glenn," she said, slipping into the chair and grabbing the menu. She ordered toast, fresh fruit and coffee, and caught the looks from the two men as the waitress walked away. "What?"

"Jeez, Vivvie, after yesterday, I thought you would be having Teamster fricasse for breakfast! I never picked you for a wimp breakfast like the one you just ordered," Glenn laughed.

"Don't be a smartass," she grinned at him. "I'm eating like this because I have missed a few too many sessions with Joanie of late. It's going to be bad enough when she kicks my ass for letting my exercise go, without the additional reaming I'll get if I've gained a few pounds. And we all know Teamsters are high in fat," she said primly, folding her napkin into her lap while the two men laughed.

They enjoyed their breakfasts, talking about everyday things and general company business. She and Glenn were still working out details for the reading program, which had been such a success it was being extended, and Mark was involved in some other events. The men were sharing a rental car, and she asked if they'd mind giving her a ride to the next venue. They arranged to meet in a few hours. They went off to the gym for a workout. Vivvie was tempted to join them, but decided that unless she wanted to spend the following week in the office just catching up on her emails, she'd better do some work.

Chapter 10

The drive to the next venue was actually a lot of fun, Vivvie thought from the backseat. Except for the lack of leg room.

"What on earth where you two behemoths thinking - renting a mid-size?" she had moaned, as she attempted to find some leg room behind the front seats, which had been pushed back as far as they could go.

"Hey, we got in late and this was all they had. You can sit on my lap if you'd prefer," Glenn laughed.

"Thanks, but I'll take my chances back here," she chuckled, finally sitting with her legs tucked up on the bench seat beside her. Luckily, it wasn't a long trip.

The two men bickered good naturedly about the radio, talked about the rest of the roster and just shot the breeze. Vivvie listened with half an ear, at the same time jotting notes and drafting memos in her planner about things she was working on. When they arrived at the hotel, she had accomplished almost a half day's work. It really was amazing what you could get done when the phone wasn't ringing and you weren't going to endless meetings.

Howver, she spoke too soon about the phone, for her cellphone beeped as she was extricating herself from the backseat. She grabbed for it, missed her footing and almost fell on her ass. Only Glenn's quick reaction saved her, and as a result, her greeting on the phone was somewhat less than professional.

"Hel . . . oh shit!"

A deep chuckle from the phone had her blushing. Of all the people to have been calling just as she was making a jackass of herself, Vince McMahon was about the best, she winced. "Mr McMahon," she said crisply, as she tried hard to get back on a professional note.

"Ms Taylor," she could hear the smile in his voice. "I was just calling to congratulate you on your media statement yesterday. Very well done."

"Thanks Mr McMahon. It's a pity getting out of cars isn't more my forte, though," she chuckled, smiling her thanks at Glenn as he made sure she was able to stand. "Fortunately, there are no shortage of big strong men here to make sure I don't hurt myself when I attempt it."

"Any further trouble with the Teamsters?"

"Not at this point, but we aren't out of the woods - or Arizona - yet. The State Police are giving us a hand and we're putting on extra security, just in case," Vivvie said, straightening her blouse, which had slid up a little as Glenn had grabbed her.

"Okay, well, keep us informed."

"Of course. Have a nice day, Mr McMahon."

She snapped her phone shut and turned to Glenn, who had been unloading the luggage. "Thanks for saving my butt - literally."

"No problem. How's the boss man?"

"Fine, just still a bit on edge about the whole Teamsters situation. Can't say I blame him. I'll be glad to get out of Arizona myself - I don't like having our people under threat."

The roster and crew registered at the hotel, and Vivvie took her case up to her suite.

Chapter 11

Because it was a free night, the atmosphere at the hotel was pretty relaxed. Vivvie could hear conversations in the hall as she booted up her laptop and went to work. She popped a CD in to play as she worked on her email. Michael Feinstein crooned big band tunes, and she sang along quietly as she read and answered various questions. Again, the fact that the phone wasn't ringing constantly gave her a chance to get quite a lot done.

Finally, she decided to call it quits about four in the afternoon. As the noise from the hallway hadn't abated, she figured that there was some serious play going on. So she figured it was time for a little relaxation of her own. She headed into the bathroom, and filled the tub, adding the bubblebath she found there. She checked the mini-bar and decided that one of those little bottles of tequila might go down a treat while she soaked.

She turned up the volume on her laptop, shed her clothes and slid into her bubblebath with a sigh.

By the time the little bottle of tequila was half gone, she was singing along with Mr Feinstein. Her voice was a strong contralto, and as she'd had singing lessons and spent a good many Sundays singing in the church choir, she sang well. Her harmony with the tenor voice was pleasing to her ear, especially with the accoustics in the bathroom.

The bath had her feeling very relaxed, and the tequila had her in the mood to party. She grabbed the phone off the wall and called Stacey to see if she and the girls were planning anything for the evening. To her delight, they were only to happy to include her in their plans, which at this point was an evening in a local bar, dancing and drinking and just having a good time. It wasn't planned to be a dressy evening, and it sounded like fun. Stacey heard Feinstein in the background and told her there would be no "old people" music allowed, and Vivvie wasted her last mouthful of tequila by snorting it out her nose at that crack. She hauled ass out of the tub and started to get ready.

She sorted through the clothes in her case, finally deciding on a pair of linen pants and a silk tank top. She pulled her hair up with its usual combs and applied lip gloss and mascara. She wasn't going to be able to compete with the Divas anyway, she grinned at herself.

They started in one bar, but decided after a few drinks that it was boring. The next place was jumping, and they settled at a back table, enjoying the music and laughing and talking together. Stacey noticed a few of the guys come in, and then a few more. It seemed that this really was the rocking place to be.

Vivvie had been drinking Jack Daniels, very slowly, and was enjoying just hanging loose with the other women. There was a universal groan as the DJ announced that the karaoke session was starting. But Lilian was first out of her seat, and her belted version of "Man, I feel like a woman" by Shania Twain had the audience howling in appreciation. Another woman in the bar followed with a rather lame version of Bonnie Raitt's "Something to talk about", and Vivvie decided it was time to strut her stuff. Damn, she had to do something, because that Bonnie Raitt wannabe had really had been awful.

The choice of songs was quite incredible. Stacey, already a little intoxicated, called out as Vivvie studied the choices, "No old people music!" Vivvie laughingly gave her the finger. She decided that Stacey was right though - this wasn't the crowd for "S'Wonderful" or any of her other old favourites. She needed something more contemporary. Perhaps a little Melissa Etheridge - oh yeah, here was a great one. She'd had just enough to drink to be relaxed, and to really get into this one.

The song started with soft guitar licks, and then Vivvie was crooning:

It's 1:25 a.m. I think I've seen that look somewhere before
1:25 a.m. I thought that you were headed for the door
Then something touched my skin
I won't ask you to leave here any more

Was it the talk or the drink or the dance that led to this
Was I so naive presuming the innocence
Well it's 1:54 and it's such an unusual kiss

Come on come on come on
Over and over
Come on come on come on
We all wanted this
Come on come on come on
Over and over
It's such an unusual kiss

The smell the taste the touch is so brand new
The thrill of the eyes that capture this forbidden view
It's 2:45 and you'll have some explaining to do

It's 3:17 a.m. please let me into your eyes
It's 4:23 and I try to hold on as you rise
I'll give you all that I have if that's what you want me to try

Come on come on come on
Over and over
Come on come on come on
We all wanted this
Come on come on come on
Over and over
It's such an unusual kiss

It's 5:26 a.m. I've got nothing left that I can say
5:26 a.m. black and white has melted into grey
My baby draws the shades as the taxi pulls away

Come on come on come on
Over and over
Come on come on come on
We all wanted this
Come on come on come on
Over and over
It's such an unusual kiss
(Unusual kiss - Melissa Etheridge)

The crowd applauded, and Vivvie sketched a curtsey and made her way back to the table.

"Holy Christ, girl!" Lilian said in amazement. "Where the hell did you learn to sing like that?"

"Church," Vivvie said seriously. "Oh, and I had a little help from my friends Jack and Daniel tonight." She held up her glass and chuckled.

"Damn, you're kidding, right?"

"Not really. I had singing lessons as a kid because my mother wanted me to be in the church choir. She was quite put out that I never made it as a soloist, because I'm contralto, not soprano. But I liked the lessons, and I love to sing."

"Well shit, you need to do it more often!" Lilian said. "Hell, let's do one together."

Vivvie drained the last of her drink and slammed the glass down. "Alright!"

Chapter 12

Jeff was sitting at a table with some of the other guys, when the karaoke started. The catcalls for Lilian had been par for the course - they all knew her talent. But when Vivvie stood up, only Jeff smiled. Glenn looked at him.

"Relax guys, Vivvie's pretty good," Jeff said lazily. They'd find out soon enough, he thought.

"In bed maybe, Jeff, but can she sing?" Christian sniggered.

Jeff cocked an eyebrow at him, but let it slide. Then Vivvie started to sing. Jeff smiled broadly - she was torching on Melissa Etheridge, and when Vivvie was torching, she got really into it. This was one of her favourites, so she didn't need to read the lyrics. She just let it rip, and Jeff loved the looks on the faces around him. Vivvie could sing.

Shawn was sitting at another table, and he was intrigued. This was another facet of Vivvie he had just discovered. The song was a challenge to every man in the room, especially the way she was singing it. Oh damn, she was good. Later. Tequila and Vivvie. For damn sure.

A few other people sang after Vivvie stepped down, but no-one made quite the impact that either she or Lilian had made. Then they stepped up together, and chose a song together. Expecting something equally kick-ass, the bar patrons were a little stunned by the choice, sung in sweet harmony:

Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always some reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memories seep from my veins
let me be empty
oh and weightless then maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you feel
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe
in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

In the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you feel
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
(Angel - Sarah McLachlan)

There was stunned silence, and then applause. Vivvie and Lilian hugged one another, and then made their way back to the table. The DJ gave it a moment, and then hauled some of his regulars up to get some more upbeat stuff happening. There was laughter and good music, and applause for everyone's efforts.

And then the DJ announced that he had time for one more number. The WWE guys were calling for Vivvie, and Lilian was pushing her up from her chair. Jeff smiled. Vivvie loved to sing, and he knew it. And she'd had a few drinks, so she was loose and ready to go for it.

Vivvie made her way back to the dais, to applause from the bar. She was feeling good, and as she scanned the song list, she got an idea. She asked the DJ for the song, and smiled as he grinned at her. This was going to bring the house down.

When Jeff heard the beat, he knew what the song was. Oh god, he thought, smothering a grin. He hated it when she sang this song. It conjured up all sorts of wicked images. But he loved it too.

Love, love

You make me feel like a sticky pistil...
leaning into a stamen
You make me feel like a mister sunshine himself
You make me feel like splendor in the grass...
While we're rollin'
Damn skippy baby
You make me feel like the Amazon's runnin' between my thighs

You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
love, love, love, love, love
You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
love, love, love, love

You make me feel like a candy apple
All red and horny
You make me feel like I wanna be a dumb blonde
In a centerfold, the girl next door
And I would open the door and I'd be all wet
With my tits soaking through this tiny little t-shirt...
That I'm wearing
And you would open the door and tie me up to the bed

You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
love, love, love, love, love
You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
love, love, love, love

Lover, but I don't know who I am
Am I Barry White? Am I Isis? Ohhh...
Lover, I'm laced with your unconscious
Oh baby babe babe baby
I will be your Desdemona ahhhhh...

Take your time

You make me feel Ahaa
You make me feel WooWoo baby
You make me feel Ahaa mmm
You make me feel loved
(Feelin' love - Paula Cole)

The bar erupted. Vivvie took her bows to cheering and cat calls, and fought her way back to the Divas' table, where they looked at her open-mouthed.

"Tell me you didn't learn to sing that in church!" Trish said with a disbelieving look.

"Nope, that one I learned for Jeff," Vivvie told her with a wicked grin.

The women turned as one to look over at Jeff, who grinned and tipped a salute at Vivvie. She blew him a kiss, and then giggled. "Unless I've lost my touch, you won't get Jeff out his chair for a while. He'll need a little time to . . . unwind first."

"Him and half the men in here, girl," said Lilian with admiration. "What the hell are you doing in the corporate office? You ought to be on the stage!"

"Shit! My mother would have a heart attack! It's bad enough I didn't go to finishing school and marry a doctor or lawyer, without being an entertainer," she gave the word a disdainful emphasis. "Mother would not approve. But to hell with her - I'm having fun! Let's dance!"

Author's note: I was listening to one of my favourite CDs, City of Angels, when the idea of karaoke sprung up. So sue me!

Chapter 13

Vivvie danced with Stacey, and then with some of the local patrons. Jeff cut in at one point, and told her she was evil. She laughed and hugged him. The bar was closing, and she walked out with him and the rest of the roster and crew. They walked back to the hotel as a group, and Vivvie got some good natured teasing about her singing.

About 30 minutes after she had let herself into her suite, there was a knock on the door. She opened it to find Shawn standing there, once again holding a bottle of tequila and shot glasses.

She grinned at him. "You ever forget a promise, Shawn?"

"Not when it involves tequila," he said, waving the bottle.

She let him in, and closed the door. "Gonna get me drunk and have your wicked way with me, right?"

"Well, I did promise that too," he smiled.

"What are you waiting for then? It's your shout," she said, dropping onto the sofa.

"Excuse me?"

"It's your shout - your turn to buy the drinks?" Vivvie smiled.

"You keep this up and I'm going to have to send for a translator," Shawn grinned, but he opened the bottle and poured two shots.

"Cheers, big ears," she said, and tossed back the shot.

"What?"

"Ah, bottoms up?"

"Okay, no more Australian stuff, Vivvie - I can't understand a word of it!"

"Okay, no more Australian stuff," she smiled at him.

He refilled her glass, and smiled as she raised it. "Here's to you, Vivvie-anne. You and that voice of yours." They drank. "You were hot stuff in the bar tonight, you know?"

"I was?"

"I liked the first song you did," he moved closer and ran one finger up her thigh, very lightly.

"You did? Why that one?"

"It was someting of a challenge - and I like a challenge."

"Hmmm," she murmured, watching his hand on her thigh. "I thought you might have liked the last one more." She was feeling pleasantly buzzed, and this attention was flattering. Perhaps a tad unprofessional, but flattering nonetheless.

"Oh, well, I did like that one too. I gave you a standing ovation on that one - at least, one part of me did," he gave her wicked smile.

She returned it. "Pour me another shot, Shawn. I'm getting to like you."

"I already like you, Vivvie-anne," he replied as he poured them each another shot.

"May you live to be 99 and die in bed, shot by a jealous spouse," she twinkled at him.

They drank, and he laughed. "My reputation precedes me, I see."

"Indeed it does, but I must say, you seem to be discreet. No names, ever. You've got everyone guessing."

"Are you guessing?"

"About your conquests? No. Your intentions this evening? Maybe."

His hand moved up over her hip to her waist, and he pulled her closer to him. "Still guessing?"

"Ah, no. I think I get your drift now," she murmured. "But I'm not certain."

He leaned in to nuzzle at her neck, bestowing tiny kisses and licks on that tender spot where it met her shoulder. "And now?"

"Oh yes, now I get the idea," she sighed. "But what do you call this activity?"

"Mmmm, well I call it foreplay."

"It's very nice. Beats the hell out of the Australian version."

"Which is?"

" 'Brace yourself, sheila.' "

He laughed. "I can do way better than that, Vivvie-anne."

"Oh goody."

"Was that an invitation?"

"You'd like something in writing? Yes, it was," she whispered, astonished at herself.

"Relax, Vivvie-girl - it will be incredible."

"I think you've told me that before."

"I have. And I never break a promise."

Chapter 14

He suddenly stood and pulled her up with him. She pressed her body against his lean one, and his hands caressed her curves.

"You are overdressed, Vivvie-girl," he spoke softly, as he pulled her tank top up over her head and tossed it to the floor. Her breasts were covered in a lacy bra, but he could see the dark rose of her nipples through it. "But I like this," he said, brushing his thumbs across them. "This stays."

She leaned into his touch, her nipples hardening at the soft touch of his hands. She whimpered, just a little, as his hands moved to the waistband of her linen trousers, and deftly unbuttoned them. He pulled down the zipper and let them slide down over her hips. Her panties matched her bra, little boy leg briefs.

"Oh, and these are nice as well, Vivvie-anne. Very sexy," he said, as he looked down at her cleft, seeing the dark shadow of her pubic hair through the lace. "I think they can stay for a while too. Sit down Vivvie-girl, let me show you what I've got for you."

Vivvie sat back on the sofa, her eyes darkening. Shawn swayed as he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. This wasn't his ring routine, this was something slower, more intimate. And even more erotic. Her breath started to come a little faster.

She was startled when he dropped to his knees in front of her without removing any more of his clothing. He pulled her close to him, and rubbed his chest lightly against hers, the hair stimulating her hardened nipples through the lace.

"Oh my," she breathed. "Oh, that feels incredible."

"You like that?"

"Mmmmmmm, yes."

"Then let's see if this is better," he whispered, reaching behind her to unhook her bra, then pulling it gently off her shoulders. He left it down around her arms, and leaned in again to brush his chest hair against her bare breasts. The stimulation was even greater, and she moaned softly.

"My, my, my, Vivvie-girl. You do seem to be enjoying this, don't you?"

It had been a long time since Vivvie had been with a man who enjoyed the low, slow tease that Shawn seemed to prefer. She simply nodded.

"Well that's real good, because we've got all night, and I plan to take things very slowly. I have so many things I've been wanting to do with you, Vivvie-girl. So many lovely things," he leaned in close to her and brushed his chest against her nipples again, and puffed a warm breath into her ear. "You think you'll like that, Vivvie-girl?"

"Ohh yes," she squirmed under him, already very aroused.

"Just how adventurous are you, my little Vivvie? How about that spanking we talked about in Miami? You think you'd like that?"

Vivvie moaned - dear god, all he was doing was talking dirty and she was about to come in her panties. She whimpered and moaned, trying to rub her body against his.

"Oh now, this won't do darlin'," he said softly. "Why don't we see if we can just take the edge of things here? Give you a little release, so you can calm down and enjoy yourself some more. How would you like that?" His hand slid up the outside of her leg and then dipped between her thighs, rubbing very softly against her panties. "Your first time with me Vivvie, how do you want it? All teasing and soft like this?" His fingers rubbed very gently over her lace covered mound.

She arched her back and sighed.

"Or perhaps you'd prefer it a little rougher?" He rubbed hard, the lace now creating a delightful friction against her soft, wet lips. She gasped. "Or maybe a combination?" He alternated between feather light touches and more vigorous strokes, until she was panting. Suddenly, his fingers concentrated on her swollen nub and rubbed firmly. She cried out and her body trembled, her hips jerking. He slowed the movement of his fingers back to slow, soft strokes.

"Oh, I think you liked that Vivvie. How do you feel now?" His breath tickled her throat as he leaned in close again, kissing her shoulder gently.

"Wonderful. But if you plan to make me come like that too often I might have to be carried out of here in a body bag. Shawn, you . . ." her voice trailed off as he began to kiss and lick his way down to her breasts.

"Oh no, Vivvie-girl," he said, punctuating his words with kisses on her breasts, "I plan to make you come much harder than that. Wait and see if I don't." His lips fastened around her nipple and gave a light nip and she grabbed his hair and cried out.

Chapter 15

Shawn covered her breasts with kisses and licks, discovering what she liked. She loved it when he sucked gently on her breasts, and ran his tongue under their fullness, and almost came off the sofa when he nibbled on her nipples. He used his hands as well, stroking and tickling her skin, until she was panting with arousal again. Then he sat back on his heels and stroked her thighs firmly, waiting until her breathing calmed.

"What a little vixen you are, Vivvie. I'll just bet that when I'm fucking you, I can make you scream when you come," he gave her a wicked grin.

She moaned. "The way you're going now, Shawn, I'll be dead before you get anywhere near fucking me."

"I like it when you talk dirty, Vivvie-girl. But tonight, I'm in charge. And fuck you I will, you can bet on it."

He stood up, and unbuckled his belt while he toed off his boots. Vivvie watched avidly as he took off his jeans. He was naked under them, and his hard cock jutted out. He kicked the jeans away and stood before her. "Like what you see?"

"Very much so," Vivvie murmured.

"Want to kiss it?"

"Thought you'd never ask," she purred, sliding forward off the sofa and onto her knees in front of him. She licked his cock from root to tip, very slowly, then pursed her lips and kissed the head, sliding her tongue around it as she did so.

Shawn threw his head back and revelled in the feel of Vivvie's mouth on him. She had a talent for this, he thought. She sucked the head of his cock gently between her lips, and ran her hands slowly up his thighs, gently stroking his balls and his ass.

He bent over, taking her by the shoulders and lifting her onto her feet. As she looked up into his eyes, he bent to kiss her. A soft, gentle kiss. "That was very nice, Vivvie, thank you. Now, why don't we go and get in your bed and see what else we can find that turns us on?"

Vivvie took his hand and led him through into the bedroom of the suite. She pulled the covers back from the bed and stood beside it. Shawn stood beside her, surveying her lush body. She was still wearing those pale pink lace panties.

"Vivvie, take off your panties for me. Turn around, and take them off real slow. Will you do that for me?" he asked.

She nodded and turned her back on him. She hooked her thumbs into her panties, shimmied her hips a little and slowly slid the panties down over her butt. She continued to bend forward, sliding them down her legs, aware that she was exposing her pussy to him as she did. She stepped out of them as they reached her ankles, and gasped a little as she felt his hands grab her hips firmly and press his cock against her ass.

"Oh now that feels good, Vivvie-girl. I just knew you would have a sweet ass, and look at this," his voice was low and intense as he smoothed his hands across her skin. "So very beautiful."

She straightened up slowly, pushing her butt back against him as she did, and was delighted when his hands came up to cup her breasts from behind. His fingers gently teased the crease beneath them as she pressed her whole body back against the firmness of his. He bent his head to nuzzle at her neck and she moaned.

"And what shall we do now, Vivvie-anne?" he drawled her name sensuously.

Damned if she knew, she thought wildly to herself. The way the man talked was inflaming her. He could read from the damn Gideons Bible in the nightstand and she'd probably come again. "I don't know, Shawn. Anything. Everything. Just - oh god - just do me, please!" It was moan of frustration.

He chuckled in her ear. That was a good sign, he thought. He ran his hands up and down her body, stroking her skin gently as he pushed her forwards to the bed. "Lie down, Vivvie. Lie down for me."

Vivvie lay slowly on the bed, stretching out on her back. She stared up at Shawn as he looked down at her.

Shawn stood rooted to the spot momentarily. Here she was, so lush and beautiful, lying here waiting for him. And he just didn't know where to start! Finally, he knelt on the bed and made his way over to her side.

"You are so lovely, Vivvie-anne. I want to know every inch of you," he spoke softly, his deep voice causing shivers of delight in her.

He bent his head and started at her toes, kissing and caressing her gently. He dipped his tongue between her toes, sucked them one by one into his mouth, and licked her instep. He nibbled on her Achilles tendon, stroking the underside of her foot so softly. He worked his way up her leg, licking and touching and kissing. He breathed in the scent of her skin, murmuring softly what came to his head as he discovered her.

"Oh Vivvie, so soft, so pretty. You like that?"

Vivvie was helpless under his hands and lips. She was unprepared for this onslaught on her senses. He was teasing and tempting her with touch, taste and sound. And she couldn't take her eyes off his naked body, and the scent of him - some cologne that was driving her crazy and the masculine smell that was just . . . him.

Soon though, his hands and lips moved to her centre, parting her wet lips gently and licking and stroking. She was writhing under him as he brought her to orgasm yet again. She gasped and moaned his name over and over as her body trembled.

"Oh that sounded like it was good," he said slowly, stroking her gently.

Vivvie was shaking - and amazed. "Shawn, for pity's sake, stop doing that to me! I'm serious - I'm going to die of pleasure here beforee I even get a taste of you!!"

He threw his head back and laughed - there was Vivvie's salt. "Can't help myself Vivvie - I love women, and love nothing more thann to watch them come."

She snaked her arms up around his neck and pulled him close to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips. "And I love to watch a man come - so when is it my turn?"

"You are being demanding, and that's bad, Vivvie-girl - very bad. I think that calls for a spanking," he growled, and before she knew what was happening she was lying face down across his thighs. "And I am so going to enjoy spanking this delectable ass."

Vivvie squirmed, more out of frustration than panic. And yelped in surprise when his hand slapped her ass. He was good, she had to give him that. He knew precisely how much force to use, and he rubbed gently after each smack. Her ass began to feel warm and she was a little surprised to find that she was becoming excited by this - although it may have been his low voice, telling her what a bad girl she was, and how lovely her ass was. Then he really got her interested.

"Oh Vivvie, what I wouldn't like to do with you, you bad little girl. I'd like to tie you up and fuck you over and over. I'd like to get you in the shower and soap you all over and then do you up against the wall. I get hard every time I look at you. When you bent over in Miami, I was so close to just throwing you over a table and fucking your ass. I wanted you panting and screaming in my bed after I saw you and Jeff put on that little show. I still do. And tonight, here you are - and I can't decide what to do first."

His hand suddenly slipped between her thighs, and stroked her wet folds. "Oh you are bad, Vivvie-girl. And I love bad girls so much." He lay back and pulled her on top of him, and she could feel his erection against her. "Would you like to fuck me, Vivvie?"

"Hell yes," she panted, wriggling, feeling the tip of his cock against her. She squirmed desperately against his hands, trying to move her body down on to it.

"Just wait Vivvie-girl. Let's do this nice and slow."

"Fuck nice and slow!" she hissed at him. "I want your cock in me!"

His hands tightened around her waist and lifted her, at the same time thrusting his hips up, and impaled her on his cock. She screamed in pleasure.

"Fuck me Vivvie," he growled, and she was only too happy to comply. Her hips ground against him as he thrust up into her, her head thrown back in abandon. As he found his pace she matched it, meeting his thrusts with her own, gasping as their bodies met. He looked up into her flushed face, waiting for her orgasm. He was entranced, watching her ride him hard, seeking her own pleasure. That was what he loved about exciting women to this point - they just let go and went for it with everything they had. And it was such a turn on.

She began to keen, and finally screamed his name as her orgasm shuddered through her body. He held her steady as she trembled, then pulled her down onto his chest, smoothing a hand over her hair gently.

"Christ, Shawn - you really are going to kill me," she panted. "And forgive me for noticing, but you are . . . you haven't . . . " her voice trailed off.

"I know Vivvie. It's called tantric sex. I can go for hours before orgasm," he said with a low chuckle.

"I am in a lot of trouble here, aren't I?" she laughed softly.

"You know it, Vivvie-girl. But it's good trouble, wouldn't you say?" he asked, as his hands gently stroked her skin.

True to Shawn's word, the trouble lasted for hours. They did it standing up in the shower. He tied her to the bed with her stockings and fucked her slowly, through two earth-shattering orgasms. He sat on the edge of the bed and she knelt before him, sucking his cock slowly and thoroughly.

Vivvie thought somewhat incoherently that he knew exactly what he was doing. He always allowed her enough time between . . . activities . . . so that she was ready and willing for the next one. And that voice - it was like a fire in her body to hear him speak. She wondered if she would ever be able to speak to him again without having a physical reaction.

Finally, Shawn took her in his arms and kindled desire in her again, and this time, he found his own release. She was awestruck at the peace in his face as his orgasm broke, and found herself sobbing as he held her close in the afterglow.

"Darlin' Vivvie, what's the matter?" he asked, kissing her forehead.

"Damn, if you can do this to someone out of plain old horniness, I can't imagine what it would be like for someone you loved with all your heart," she spoke quietly.

"I don't know if I'm capable of love, Vivvie. This is as good as it gets for me, and I'm happy. The look on your face every time you came was the best thing for me."

They lay together quietly, and he stirred a little while later, as he felt her breathing deepen.

"Shawn?" she asked sleepily as he got up.

"I'm going back to my room, Vivvie. Discretion, you know. But maybe we can get together tomorrow night after the show?"

"Mmmmm, I think I'd like that," she said sleepily. "But ask me tomorrow - I came so many brain cells out tonight I'm not likely to remember."

He chuckled, and left her to sleep. As he dressed in the sitting room of the suite, he smiled. Vivvie was special, and he knew these few nights would be memorable - even if she did come more brain cells out.

Chapter 16

The following day was spent in the usual pre-taping activity, and if anyone noticed Vivvie's distraction, no one mentioned it. They probably ascribed it to the issue with the Teamsters - the extra security and the State Troopers were obvious. And certainly that was occupying part of her mind, as was the work on her laptop - the emails didn't stop just because she wasn't in the office.

But there certainly were times when she was . . . veering heavily - and remembering the night before. Shawn - god, she was getting wet just thinking about him. She shook her head and went back to work.

The show went off without a hitch, much to everyone's relief, and the load out was accomplished on schedule. The trucks headed out around midnight, with a State Trooper as escort, to get to the next city for the house show. The wrestlers left as they could, travelling to the hotel in the next city that night. Vivvie grabbed a ride with Mark and Glenn again, but this time fell asleep in the backseat. When they arrived, Mark shook her gently to wake her.

She managed to get out of the car without falling on her ass - which was a good thing, since it was still a little sore from the spanking from the night before. But now she was thinking about Shawn again, and that was frankly making her horny. She thanked Mark and Glenn for the ride, and headed to the desk to check in. As if by coincidence, Shawn walked up to the desk at the same time.

"Hey Vivvie," he said.

"Hi Shawn," she responded.

It seemed casual, but they were both aware of the lust that was radiating from them. Vivvie bit her lip as she accepted her key card. As they stepped into the elevator, alone, she shuddered as his hand ran down over her ass. He stepped closer and nuzzled at her throat.

"I'll let you get some sleep, but later, sweet Vivvie," he purred, and she moaned.

His tone was normal as he left the elevator at his floor. "Goodnight Vivvie."

She responded in kind, but slumped against the elevator wall as the door closed, whimpering softly. When she got to her suite, she tore off her clothes and collapsed on to her bed, rubbing herself furiously. It took only moments for her to orgasm. She moaned softly and then did it again and again until she felt calm enough to shower and sleep. Even then, she writhed and moaned in her sleep. But by morning, she felt almost normal. A cold shower helped.

She had Room Service send up some breakfast, and thought about this thing with Shawn. He was hot and sexy - true. He was an incredible lover - also true. But he was also like an animal in heat. For now, she was the female of his choice, tomorrow it could be someone else. So, what to do about it? She pondered that as she drank her coffee.

Vivvie decided to treat Shawn as a road trip - lots of fun, but spur of the moment. Not something to do again. "What happens on the road, stays on the road." She knew he was discreet, and she didn't have to justify herself to anyone. Except herself. And so what if she felt like fucking him for fun? Guys did it all the time - she refused to see herself as a slut for responding to her normal sexual urges. She certainly wasn't planning on making a habit of sleeping with the talent.

Now that she had that sorted out in her mind, she turned her attention to today's schedule. Since she normally wasn't part of the road crew, she had no specific duties. The crew and the roster were going to be at tonight's venue most of the day, so she should go over and check to make sure things were going okay, and make sure the State Troopers and security were still on the look out for any Teamster activity. They weren't out of Arizona yet.

And while she was there, she could see Shawn and make arangements for later. She had a sudden thought and grabbed a sheet of hotel stationery and wrote a quick note. Then she folded it around her key card and sealed it into a hotel envelope and slipped it into her briefcase. Tonight, she wasn't going to be quite so passive - she was going to get a little of her own back. She wriggled in her chair and realised she would need another shower before she left.

Later that day, working at the venue in a quiet place, Vivvie looked up to see Shawn talking to Randy Orton about their match. She reached into her briefcase and extracted the envelope she'd placed there earlier. She stood up and walked over to the two men.

"Hello Vivvie," Randy said casually.

"Hi Randy," she responded with a smile. "Shawn, here's the information you wanted. Don't lose it, okay?" She walked away, knowing he would be burning to find out what was in the envelope, but unable to open it in Randy's presence. Payback was such a bitch.

Later, Shawn finally got a moment to himself, and tore open the envelope from Vivvie. Her key card fell into his hand, and he looked at the sheet of paper:

Hello Shawn

My room number is 469. I'll be back after the show - you better be there waiting. Oh, and bring the tequila.

V

He smiled - Vivvie the vixen was showing her teeth. How wonderful - this evening should prove very interesting. He couldn't wait.

Chapter 17

The house show went off well, with ticket sales well above what was expected. It appeared the WWE's threat not to come back if the Teamsters interfered had folk anxious to show their support.

Shawn's match with Randy had been early in the card, much to Vivvie's delight. He'd have quite a while to wait in her suite, because she wasn't leaving until the load out was completed and the trucks away. She hoped he could think of some new games to play while he waited.

Vivvie watched the show, and made sure the load out went off okay, including the State Trooper escort to the state line. She knew the Teamsters in the next state weren't happy over the negative press generated in Arizona, so they were going to be fine there. Finally, she grabbed a ride back to the hotel with the road manager.

She presented herself at the front desk and fibbed that she had left her key card in her room. She was only too happy to pay the $10 for a replacement, and was humming to herself as she travelled up in the elevator.

Opening the door to the bedroom of her suite, she was greeted with a pleasant sight. Shawn was stretched out on the bed, wearing only his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs.* The tequila was on the bedside table.

"How very nice. You take direction well," she purred, slipping her jacket off and leaving her shoes at the door.

"Seems that way, doesn't it? Perhaps I am just doing what I wanted and it happened to coincide with your ideas?"

Vivvie gave him a slow smile. She stood at the doorway, very slowly undressing. Shawn watched her, rather enjoying the show. She slipped out of her linen slacks and folded them carefully, laying them over the chair in the corner. Then she took down her hair. And then she walked out of the bedroom.

He was off the bed and following her. He found her sitting on the sofa, primly, watching television. She smiled up at him sweetly. That was all the provocation he needed. He'd been here for two damned hours, and she was watching television?

He lunged for her, grabbing her blouse with both hands and ripping it open, buttons flying off. His body pressed hers into the sofa and his lips sought hers savagely. She met him open mouthed, plundering his mouth with her tongue, lying back under him with her thighs spread wide, her arms going round his neck. She hooked one leg around his hips and pulled him close to her.

"I wondered what it would take to get this kind of reaction," she murmured as she nuzzled his neck. "This wild passionate savagery. I like it, a lot."

"Vivvie-girl, you are going to pay for this," he growled, his hand going under her ass and pulling her hips up against his rock hard cock.

"What the hell do you think I did it for?" she nipped at his ear. "Let's see you exercise tantric control now that I've got you all worked up. A little wild fucking is good too, you know." She ground her hips against him and was rewarded with a moan. "Do me, Shawn. Tear my clothes off and fuck me right now. We can play later - but right now I want you to fuck me hard."

His response was exactly what she wanted. He grabbed her and pulled her up off the sofa, pushing her bra down so he could get at her breasts. He wasn't exactly gentle, but he did remember what she liked. He nibbled at her nipples and she moaned and grabbed for his cock, squeezing him through his boxer briefs as she kissed and tongued his neck.

When he groaned and began thrusting his hips against her hand, she slid her fingers inside his underwear and wrapped them around his cock, pumping slightly. He growled and ripped off her panties, his fingers parting her folds and rubbing her clit. Now it was her turn to moan. He spun her around and pushed down on the back of her neck to bend her over the sofa. She grabbed the back of the sofa and braced herself. His other hand yanked down his briefs and he took himself in hand. He nudged her feet apart, a little roughly, and rubbed himself against her wetness. As he pushed along her wet lips, nudging at her clit, she moaned.

"Fuck me Shawn - fuck me right now," she pleaded, spreading her legs wider and bending over.

His response was to thrust deep within her. She cried out and pushed back against him, grinding her hips. He stood straight behind her, thrusting hard and fast. She tried to thrust back against him, but he held her hips still, so she slipped her hand down her body to stroke her clit. She began to pant harshly as her arousal peaked, and she rubbed harder against her slippery nub, bringing her orgasm roaring through her body. She howled out her pleasure, her body shaking.

Shawn had let himself go and was exercising none of his usual control. He plundered her willing body, and was excited when she started stroking her own clit, her fingers occasionally brushing against his cock. When she came, the quivering of her body and the rippling of her inner walls gave him the additional stimulation he craved, and he pounded hard as he came with a shout.

Neither of them could move for a long moment, until Shawn straightened and stepped away from Vivvie, his hand gently brushing over her back and ass. She sighed and straightened, turning to face him. Lust flared in him at the sight of her.

Her blouse hung crookedly from her shoulders, most of the buttons missing. Her full breasts were pushed up over the cups of her bra. Her face was flushed, and there was a mark along one hip where he had torn off her panties. And she was smiling, a satisfied, carnal smile.

"That," she purred, slipping the blouse off and tossing it to the floor, "was just what I needed, you sexy animal." She reached behind her to unfasten her bra and discarded it with similar abandon. "There's a lot to be said for a truly wild fuck, Shawn, don't you think?"

Vivvie stepped closer to him, brushing her breasts against his chest. "I think you're over-dressed," she purred, looking down at his briefs, still around his thighs. She slithered down his body, licking at his semi-hard cock as her hands pushed his briefs down his legs to the floor. He kicked them away, and ran his hands over her hair as she continued to lick at his cock. He shuddered as she nuzzled his balls. She stood up slowly, pressing herself against him.

"Sit down Shawn, get comfortable. I'll be right back," she said softly.

Shawn dropped onto the sofa, in a state of something close to shock. Vivvie had really taken the wind out of his sails - very few women got under his guard like that. She was something, he thought. But then he'd always known that - the way she'd stood up to the Teamsters proved it, for one. He could get to like this, he thought with a grin.

But when Vivvie reappeared, he wondered about how much he'd be able to handle. She was wearing a garter belt and stockings - in black. And high heeled pumps. And nothing else. She was carrying the tequila. His cock immediately sprang to attention.

"Well, that's a lovely compliment Shawn, thank you," she said in a low, throaty voice. She moved to the sofa, and straddled his lap, her pussy rubbing against his erection. He could feel her slick wetness. He moaned.

"Want a drink?" she asked, holding the tequila bottle up.

"Don't know about want - need is more like it, Vivvie," he managed to say thickly, reaching for the bottle.

"Uh-uh," she tutted at him. "Allow me." She uncapped the bottle and brought it to his mouth, tilting it slowly to moisten his lips.

"Vivvie, I need a drink, not a taste!" he complained when she moved the bottle away.

"Oh! Well, here," she said reasonably, and moved the bottle towards his mouth. At the last moment, she tilted it towards herself and poured the liquor over her breasts. "Drink up Shawn."

He didn't have to be asked twice, dipping his head forward to lick the liquid from her full breasts. Vivvie quivered with excitement as his tongue and lips caressed her skin long after the tequila was gone.

"More?" she asked slyly.

"More," he growled, and she poured more over her body, letting him lick it up again.

"My turn now," she smiled, pouring a slow dribble of tequila down over his chest, and bending forward to lick it up. She licked at his nipples and tasted his skin as well as the liquor. She repeated the action, and this time fastened her lips over his nipple, nibbling it gently with her teeth. He bucked underneath her, and she grinned to herself. She moved to the other nipple and repeated the tease, and felt his hands come up to her ass, stroking and kneading.

Vivvie reached over the sofa back and set the tequila bottle down on the table behind it. This brought her breasts level with Shawn's face, and he latched onto a nipple and nipped sharply. She gasped, rubbing herself against him. He knew that she loved that, damn him. Well, she'd take control back. She ran her hand down his chest as she raised her hips, and grasped his hard cock, pulling it away from his belly and then sliding her body down onto it with a moan of satisfaction.

Shawn gasped as he felt Vivvie's warm wetness engulf him. As she settled down, taking him deeply inside her, he looked into her eyes, and saw the wanton lust there. He gave her his slow sexy bad boy smile. This was definitely turning into a good evening.

Vivvie rode him slowly, and he had more control after his first orgasm. She moved her hips in all sorts of ways to feel his cock inside her, and clenched herself around him in ways that had him almost insane as she fucked him. He stroked her ass and her breasts, and slipped his fingers over her clitoris. She panted in his ear, nipping his earlobe. She tweaked his nipples with her fingers, and dug her nails into his shoulders.

After a long while, Vivvie began to pant. "Oh God, Shawn, I need to come. I need it so much. Help me, baby, please," she moaned in his ear.

"Happy to help, darlin'," Shawn whispered. His fingers moved to her clitoris again, rubbing gently. "Does this help?"

"Harder, please," she panted, her hips moving more quickly.

He replaced his fingers with his thumb and applied firm strokes to her swollen nub, and began to thrust his hips up to meet hers.

"Ooohh God yes, that's it, don't stop," she moaned, and within moments her body trembled with release. She whimpered as she ground herself against his thumb, her inner walls clenching around him. She slumped forward against him, gasping. His arms came up to cradle her gently.

"Damn," she finally managed to say.

"My sentiments exactly," Shawn spoke softly into her ear. "You are a wild woman, Vivvie-anne Taylor." He drawled her name in that sexy way he had, and her pussy clenched around his cock. He chuckled. "Oh my, you know that now I know what it does to you when I call you that, I won't be able to resist doing it all the time."

"Bastard," she chuckled. "What say we go in to my bed and see what else we can find that turns us on, baby?" She used his own words from last night and he nuzzled her throat in appreciation.

"Hold tight, baby," he warned and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her, still impaled on his cock, and carried her into the suite's bedroom and lowered her to the bed.

"Mmmm," she murmered in pleasure as he covered her with his body. "Now what can we do?"

He rolled off her, carrying her with him, and they lay side by side, still joined. He looked deep into her eyes and then leaned in to kiss her. He loved kissing, could do it all night. And that was all he wanted right now, to kiss Vivvie into insensibility. There would be time later for more fucking, but now - kissing.

Vivvie sighed softly as his lips met hers in a gentle kiss. Shawn had the most wonderful lips, soft and sweet, and he kissed divinely. She lost herself in the bliss of his kisses and the touch of his strong body, feeling as though she was floating. What seemed like hours later, she felt his hands on her breasts, tweaking her nipples, rekindling her desire. His lips were terrific, but so were his hands - and his cock, which he was now grinding slowly into her.

Shawn soon had her panting with desire, and he rolled her onto her back, positioning himself above her. He stared down into her hazel eyes, smiling. "Oh, Vivvie, you are something special."

Vivvie smiled up at him. "So are you, Shawn. Once more for old times' sake?" She nudged her hips up at him.

"I've never been one to disappoint a lady," he whispered, burying his face in her neck and moving slowly within her. Their rhythm was slow and patient, a long slow spiral into passion. It seemed a fitting end to an intense experience. Shawn controlled himself to be able to match his build to Vivvie's and when she began to climax he let himself go as well. Their mutual orgasm was an exquisite explosion of desire, and they both moaned in pleasure.

Shawn rolled off Vivvie and gathered her into his arms. He kissed the top of her head. They lay quietly together, relishing the sensations still coursing through their bodies.

"I need to get back to my room, Vivvie-girl," Shawn murmured into her ear.

"And I need a shower," she responded as she nuzzled his throat for the last time. "Shawn?"

"Yes, darlin'?"

"You were right, it was incredible. Thanks."

"My pleasure."

They both got out of bed, and Shawn headed for the suite's living area to grab his boxer briefs. When he returned, Vivvie was sitting on the edge of the bed taking off her stockings carefully. He stood and watched for a moment. There was something so tenderly intimate about it, he wanted to remember it. She looked up and saw him, as she stood to take off the garter belt. She was smiling. He smiled back.

"Good night Shawn. I'll see you in the morning. Maybe you could give me a ride to the airport?"

"Sure - I'll be here around 8.00am, does that suit?"

"Perfectly."

"Go have your shower Vivvie, then get some sleep. I think you need it," he shot her that sexy bad boy smile again and she laughed and headed for the bathroom. He dressed and left, closing the door carefully behind him. As he headed for his own room, he smiled. Vivvie had proved to be wonderful company, and now it would be back to business as usual. All he would have would be his memories - but that was fine.

Vivvie took a long hot shower and then slipped into bed. He body was pleasantly tired, and her senses soothed. Shawn Michaels was an experience every woman should have, she thought, as she drifted off to sleep.

* Please - tell me that you could look at this and not wonder what it would be like to come to your hotel room and see him on your bed, waiting for you? All right!

Vivvie's adventures will be continued . . . stay tuned!

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