|
|
*Not for readers under 16*
by Goddess Rip
Chapter 1
Taker had been seeing Grace for quite a while now. He met her, after taking home one of his unsuccessful blind dates. He visited one of his old friend’s bar, to find the guy remodeled the place and now had a house band. Taker had ordered a beer, listened to the band play, and heard the most outstanding voice singing an old Black Sabbath tune. He had walked up close to the stage, to find a small female singer. She wore black, slick leather, and her soft brunet hair tied tight in a pony tail. He sat at a table, near the stage, and watched her perform. She seemed to pour her heart and soul into each song she sang, and the crowed seemed to be mesmerized by her.
Since he had time off from touring, he visited the bar, and tried to make light conversation with her, after her band left for the night. But she would smile, shyly, and leave him alone with the bar owner. “She’s a shy one, Deadman.” Frank told Taker, one night, as he cleaned some shot glasses. Taker sipped the last bit of his beer, and nodded his head. “Yep..” Frank bobbed his head, “Grace is a shy one. Cold Fish type. You know, nice, but tight!” Taker kinda took offense of his friend’s manly attitude.
“What’s that suppose to mean?” he asked. Frank read Taker’s tone and knew he was in trouble,
“Sorry, man, I meant... I meant she’s a virgin.” Taker cocked his head to one side, in question of how Frank knew that. Frank smiled, with an evil look on his face, “She’s my daughter’s best friend. I heard them talking one night.”
“Ohhh.” Taker moaned, as he raised his eye brows.
Frank’s evil look turned mischievous, as he looked around the empty bar, “Hey you want me to put in a good word, to Kassie, and have her butter Grace up to ya?”
Taker thought, licking his lips, and replied, “Um... no comment.” Taker, then, left the bar, as Frank got on the phone to his daughter.
A few days passed, and without warning, Grace warmed up to Taker, and they began to have a good time together. Both shared stories of their past, and family history, love of sports, bikes, music, and so on. Though they were quite apart in age, they seemed to have more things in common with each other, than if they were dating someone close in age. Several months passed, and Taker was ready to go back to work. He felt a need to have Grace with him, when he started on the road again, and wanted her to meet his friends, and co-workers. Grace thought long and hard about it, but agreed, as long as it was safe to be hanging around. She didn’t want Taker to get into trouble, or somehow get caught on camera with her, and thus lose his credibility with his fans. Taker assured her nothing would happen, and that everyone brought someone with them, once in a while, be it their parents, kids, spouses, etc.
Grace slept, nuzzled in her plane seat, as Taker read his script. Other wrestlers joined him, on the plane, and met his new woman. They made her feel at home with them, as they waited for the last plane to take them to their destination, and now they waited for the plane to land. Soon, the announcement was made, and passengers readied themselves for the landing. “Grace, wake up sleepy head, we’re here.” Taker whispered to the young woman. Grace opened her eyes to see Taker smiling at her, then stretched her female frame. She sat up, in her seat, and buckled the seat belt. Taker put his script in his bag, put his arm around his companion, and kissed her, sweetly, on the cheek. Grace moaned a laugh and replied with a kiss on Taker’s lips. Both nuzzled each others’ faces, as a couple of wrestlers watched on.
“Looks like the Deadman is going to be a little bit preoccupied today.” Road Dogg shot out, as he glared over his sunglasses.
Taker shot a glare back at the Dogg, and turned his attention back to Grace. Grace smiled up at him, and whispered, “Be nice.”
Taker and Grace settled into their hotel suit, and ordered lunch. Grace laid on the big bed, as Taker hung up his gear for that night. She stared up at the ceiling, arms folded behind her head, and her feet dangled over the edge of the bed. Taker noticed her laying down, and smiled to himself. His tongue brushed over his teeth, and he swaggered over to the bed. “And what do you think you’re doing?”
Grace looked at him, with a grin, “Nothing, why?”
“You look like you’re going to go to sleep, again.” Taker groaned, as he leaned down to kiss her.
“I’m a little tired.” Grace told him, watching the giant of a man move around to the foot of the bed.
He spread her legs, with his own, and towered over her. “You didn’t sleep last night?” he asked her.
“No, I was too excited, and worried. I never been on a plane before.” she answered him, watching him sway his body in front of her.
“Well, if you staid the night with me, I could have eased your fears.” he told her, now crawling onto her small frame.
“Mark, you know we have to wait another month, before we sleep together.”
“I know, but there are other things we could have done.” Grace laughed at his last comment, as Taker bit and snarled her throat.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, “Room service!”
Grace and Taker ate their lunch, and took a nap. Taker didn’t have to be at the arena until later, so it gave both time to rest. Grace wanted to sleep in the extra bedroom of the suite, but Taker insisted she sleep with him. Sometimes, Taker couldn’t believe that this bar house singer was so proper. It made him chuckle under his breath. But, he showed her it was okay to be near him, and that he could be a gentleman, even without clothes on. Grace cuddled near him, as he softly snored, until the alarm clock began to buzz. Grace rolled over, and turned it off, as Taker moaned.
“I need a shower.” Grace said, scratching her forehead.
“So do I.” Taker responed.
“Me first!” Grace yelled, as she rushed out from under the covers.
Taker grabbed her by the arm, “No, me!” He pulled her down, onto the bed, and hopped over her.
“UH! Well, fine, gives me more time to snooze.” Grace piped up. Taker turned to see her sitting on the bed, with only her underwear on. She was the goddess of beauty to him; all natural, healthy, and graceful.
“The um.. shower is big enough for the both of us, if you care to join me?” he asked, holding his hand out. Grace blushed, then stood up. She took off what little she had on, and took Taker’s hand. Taker lead her to the bathroom.
Grace casually waited for taker to come out of his locker room. She preferred letting him have his space to get into his persona. She waited in a long hallway, drinking a bottle of water, and listened to the crowed roar out in the arena. She wasn’t sure who was wrestling, but didn’t seem to care. She was here for her man.
“Are those real?” Grace heard a feminine voice ask, from behind her.
“Excuse me?” Grace asked, turning to see Terri and another blond woman standing near her.
“Who’s your doctor?” Terri asked, folding her arms, as she showed off her chest. Grace’s eyes narrowed, in question, as she waited for the woman to apologize, or leave. She, nor the other blond woman moved. “Who did your b**bs?” Terri asked, slowly, with wide eyes.
Grace’s expression turned to annoyance, as her cheeks blushed, “No one, but my DNA. But it’s not really your business.” Terri looked shocked to hear the visitor talk back to her in such a way, but before she could reply, Taker walked around the corner, and called for Grace to follow him.
Grace watched Taker’s comeback to the ring, from a monitor, near the stage entrance. She was so impressed by his style, and macho image in the ring. She never seen him in the ring live before. It was intense and mesmerizing to her. She was so engrossed in the action, on the monitor, she zoned out everything else around her. Taker had set a guy he called, Rex, to watch her, so nothing really would have happened to her. Grace gazed at the sight of Taker, as her temperature rose, and her legs grew weak. She found him to be so sexy, in his biker attire. Her heart fluttered, like a love sick school girl. She never felt this for anyone before, ever! It was like seeing him all over again, at the bar. She knew who he was, before they met, but never thought anything would come from their first encounter. And now, those animal urges were surfacing all over again.
As quickly as Taker entered the ring, he left and welcomed her to follow him. He was quiet, but not frightening. Grace waited for him to shower and change, then followed him to their limo. Kane, Taker’s brother, road with them, as they went to the hotel. Kane seemed, too, also be quiet, and even more mysterious, with his mask. Grace knew who he really was, but seemed compelled to wonder who the man/persona with the mask was. Taker held her tightly, as the limo pulled up to the hotel door. Once the vehicle stopped, a doorman opened the door and let the passengers out. Some of the wrestlers coaxed Taker to join them in the hotel bar, but he declined, as he, Grace, and Kane went to an elevator and headed to their rooms.
“He’s nice, but different when he wears his Kane attire.” Grace whispered, as Taker lead her into their suite.
“Yeah, his a good man.” Taker agreed. He closed and locked the door behind him, as Grace took off her coat. “How did you like the show?” he asked her, watching her take off her shoes.
“I enjoyed watching you. I’m sorry I wasn’t brave enough to go to the ring side seat you reserved for me.” she said, as she reached under her red velvet dress, and unfastened her grader belt.
“It’s okay, we’re alike in the way that we prefer to be in the action, than in the crowed.” Taker hoarsely spoke. He studied her womanly frame, as Grace pulled down her stockings and folded them up. Taker’s hands roamed around Graces waist, savoring the velvet material draped elegantly on her skin, as she laid her leg garments on the hotel dresser.
“Mmm...” Grace moaned, as she felt Taker’s hands glide over her clothed body.
“Feels good?” Taker whispered in her ear.
“Yes...” Grace replied, rubbing the man’s fingers and hands, as they searched her body.
For what seemed a while, passed, as Grace and Taker watched themselves in the mirror. Taker’s hands and mouth roamed Grace’s body, while they still wore their clothing. Grace could feel Taker’s fingers massage her body, as he held her in his arms. Soft moans came from her throat, as he nibbled her neck. Taker, moaned a soft hum in his new lover’s ear, as Grace soaked his every caress in. She shook, as her blood boiled and raced through her body. But soon, Taker kissed her cheek, and walked away from her. Grace smiled at him, then got ready for bed, knowing their time will come soon.
Grace sat with a few of the wrestling women, in an arena lounge, while Taker was in a meeting with Vince. She listened to the women chatting about their story lines, and joke about their costumes. She dazed in and out of the conversation, as she waited for Taker to appear. Soon, she woke from her daydreaming to find the women talking about their sex lives. She smiled, as she remembered last night, until someone caused her ears to perk up.
“So, Grace, how’s the Deadman in the sack?” Terri asked, in a sultry voice. She must have sat down, next to the young woman, while she was daydreaming.
“Um...” Grace thought of something to say, “well, we’re taking things slow, so..”
“WHAT?! You mean you two haven’t raised the dead, yet?” Terri squawked, as she crossed her legs. Grace studied the woman’s tiny frame. Terri’s jeans were so tight, it seemed they were painted on her.
“Well,” Grace smiled, “I’m a virgin. I haven’t really dated until him. Most guys I meet, end up as friends, because, in my circle, I’m considered a cold fish. As it turns out, most of my friends are guys, and they end up being brother-like.” she laughs, “And most often, when they meet my female friends they ask them out. I think they like my innocent look, because it’s not what I am on stage.” She sighed, “So, at the moment, I’m in the process of taking birth control pills.”
“You’re a virgin?” Terri sneered, pointing at Grace like she was pointing at a criminal.
“Terri, virgins do exists.” Tori half way scolded the smaller blond. “I rather think it elegant, that Grace is saving herself.” she added, as she opened a bottle of water.
“Why don’t you use condoms?” Kat asked, quietly.
“We don’t want to.” Grace smiled, “We have to wait a few more weeks, before we can consummate our relationship. Taker’s such a romantic, and gentleman, he’s willing to wait.”
“More like he doesn’t want to use condoms, so he’s making you responsible for not getting pregnant.” Terri mumbled, folding her arms.
“Not really, I was going to be put on the pill before I met him, for other medical purposes, but had to wait for my doctor to come back from vacation.” Grace explained, as she blushed with building anger.
“Don’t mind her, Grace. She’s pissed cause Taker’s one of the few guys, here, that don’t get googly eyed when she shakes her T and A at him.” Chyna laughed, as she sat down. She must have been listening for a while, as the women began to question Taker’s woman.
“I heard you say something about, ‘When you’re on stage,’ what do you do?” Kat asked, sitting next to Chyna. She looked better without the black wig, Grace was thinking, as she sat up in her seat.
“I’m a house band singer for a biker bar called, Frank’s. That’s where we met. Taker and the owner are old friends.” Grace explained.
“Cool!” Tori piped out, “Does the band have a name? What do you sing?”
“The band’s called, ‘Retro Active’. We sing mostly rock.” Grace said, then laughed, “And whatever the bikers want us to sing.”
“Wow, a virgin in a room full of bikers. Kinda like a lamb in a room full of tigers.” Terri laughed.
“I suppose.” Grace gazed at the older woman.
“Well, I’m sure you all are having fun, with Grace, but I’d like to borrow my girlfriend for a moment please.” Taker’s voice boomed, happily, as his hands rubbed the young woman’s shoulders. The women smiled, as some nodded at him. Grace said her good byes, and left with Taker, as he lead her off someplace privet.
“Wanna bet he’s taking her to the boiler room for a quickie?” Terri asked softly, as she leaned near Chyna.
“She says she’s a virgin. You don’t believe her?” Chyna whispered back.
“Oh yeah, she’s a virgin, and I’m mother superior.” Terri mocked, getting up from her seat. She found her boys, she was managing, and went off in the opposite direction.
“I hope they didn’t give you a hard time, Grace.” Taker moaned. He put his arm around her, as they walked down the hallway.
“No, they’re pretty nice.” Grace assured him, wrapping her arm around his waist.
“And Terri?” Taker asked, “I know she’s can be snotty.”
“Well, it’s not like I’ve never met anyone like her, and I’m sure I’ll meet more in the future. She does need to eat though.” Grace giggled, as her hand found it’s way inside Taker’s back jean pocket. Taker returned the laugh, as well as the silent flirt. He pointed to his locker room door, as his hand slid down to the small of Grace’s back. He opened the door, and guided her in. “So, you always get your own locker room?” Grace asked.
“Of course. If you came in last night, you would have known that.” Taker lightly scolded her, as he squeezed the back of her neck. Grace gave a squeal, and tensed up, from the tickle sensation Taker made her feel. Quickly, Taker’s arms wrapped around the smaller body, as Grace leaned against his large frame. “I love you.” he moaned, in her ear. Grace turned around, in Taker’s arms, and pulled him to her lips. They kissed, passionately, as they wrapped their arms around their bodies.
“I love you.” Grace smiled, as she broke the kiss.
“I should get ready.” Taker whispered.
“Okay.” Grace whispered back.
“Stay with me?” he asked.
“Yes.” Grace answered, squeezing him, as if he were to hold her, if the floor fell from under her feet.
The show went by quickly, like the night before. Taker lead Grace into the lobby of their hotel, as most of the other wrestlers came in, or hung around. “Hey, Deadman, come on and have a beer with us!” Bradshaw called, as he was about to open the door that lead to the hotel bar.
“Naw, not tonight.” Taker said, holding Grace close to him.
“Taker, please go have fun with your friends. I don’t want them to think I’m holding you on a short leash.” Grace smiled up at him. Taker looked down at her sweet face. Her blue eyes shined up at him, as he thought.
“Well, one beer, but you come, too.” he said, as he touched the tip of Grace’s nose with his index finger. Both gave a laugh, as they headed into the bar with Bradshaw. They walked down a small dark hallway, and heard what sounded like a scuffle, then a small man, in leather stormed out of a door leading to the outside parking lot.
“Wonder what’s that all about?” Bradshaw asked. The other wrestlers shrugged their shoulders, as they went into the door, of the bar. The place was almost packed, with people, in what seemed to be, old rock style/biker dress.
“Privet party?” Farooq asked, in a half shout, as club music plaid on.
Taker noticed the bartender chattering with a group of guys, none seemed happy. Taker walked up to the bar, as the bartender noticed him and nodded. He walked up and asked, “What do ya have?”
“Bud Light. What’s going on?” Taker asked.
“Aw, we have a gimmick band once a week, who sings straight through a famous band’s songs. Tonight, was supposed to be an 80’s rock theme, but half way through the gig, the singer got irate. Half ass Drunk, if you get my drift. The band has one twenty minute set left to do, and can’t, since the singer left. They want to get paid for the whole night, but I told ‘em no, since they can’t finish. It’s club policy.” The bartender told Taker. He handed him the beer, and took more orders.
Taker looked at Grace, as Grace looked at Taker. She half frowned, and half smiled, not quite knowing what he was thinking, but kind of did. Taker smiled, wickedly, and got the bartender’s attention. “If they got another singer, would you pay them for a full night?” He asked him.
The old man looked at Taker, and huffed a chuckle, “You sing?”
“No, but my girlfriend does. She’s very good, and this type of music is right up her ally.” Taker told him.
“Well, if the band wants to use her, then they’ll get paid, if not they won’t.” The bartender said, then singled for the band to come to him. He introduce the band to the wrestlers, and the young woman with them. Once the band recognized Taker, they nearly fainted like girls. They shook his hand, and buttered him up with flattery, then took Grace to a lighted room to show her the last list of music. Grace studied the list of titles, and smiled, “I’m ready if you are.”
“Don’t you need to read the lyrics?” One guy asked.
“Nope, I have a photographic memory. I know all these songs, just pretend I’ve been in your band for years, and play.” The band didn’t quite know if they should believe her, but if it ment getting paid, they went with it.
In the end, it was the best set they plaid all night. Even the crowed got into the music. They cheered for more, as Taker grinned, and watched from the front table. His friends were in awe, as they heard the girl sang and pranced on the stage like a natural. The band offered her a permanent spot as their lead singer, but Grace declined. They tried to give her a share of their pay, but she declined it as well, and left with the wrestlers, as they headed back to the lobby.
Taker’s smile never left his face. He’d never smiled so much in years. In Public! “May I speak with you two?” A deep voice asked, as Taker pushed the up button by the elevator.
“Not right now, Vince, we’re bushed, and it’s late.” he replied, not looking away from the doors.
“Please, for a moment? I’ve seen Grace’s performance in the bar, back there. I know it’s late, but I have this huge brainstorm, I want to tell you, before it goes away.” Vince said, as he grabbed Taker’s arm. Taker shot a look at his boss, and Vince quickly let go. Just then, the elevator opened and not only did Taker and Grace step in, but Vince and his wife, as well.
“Vince, why don’t you write it down, and let Mark, and Grace go to bed?” Linda suggested.
“Honey, you know that when I get a great idea I have to tell it.” Vince told her. Taker cleared his throat, and sighed, as he stared up at the ceiling. “Grace, at first, I thought you were this meek, sweet young thing when I met you. But your performance tonight just amazed me. I found out you just walked up to those guys and asked to sing.”
“They needed my help.” Grace said sleepily.
“Well, just the same, you work well spontaneously. I’d like you to work for me. I could use you, really, you seem to be fit enough.”
Just then the doors opened on Taker’s floor. He grabbed Grace’s arm and charged out of the elevator. Before the doors closed, Taker turned around to face his boss, “Hell no.” he said.
There was an eerie silence as Taker and Grace got ready for bed. But one look at Grace, in her skimpy, cotton night clothes, Taker’s anger subsided. Taker grinned, as he wrapped his arms around her. He leaned over to kiss he, but Grace turned her head. “What’s wrong?” Taker asked, while Grace pulled from his grip.
“You were very rude. How can you talk to your boss like that?” Grace asked him.
“Well, if you don’t give him a stern ‘no’, he won’t stop bugging you.” he said.
Not satisfied with the answer, Grace crawled into bed, with a frown. “What?” Taker asked, hunching up his shoulders and waving his hands in the air.
“Mark,” Grace began, scratching her head, “it still didn’t give you the right to speak for me. I would have told him ‘no’, myself.”
Taker studied the young woman, for a moment, then climbed in beside her. “You’re to polite, Grace.” he finally told her, as he turned his lamp off.
“Will you please apologize to him, tomorrow?” Grace asked.
Taker smiled at her, “If it will make you feel better.”
“Thank you.” she said, then smooched his lips.
Grace watched it, as her dreamself tried to get away from its grip. The hand, then, quickly grabbed her wrist. It felt cold, so cold it burned. Grace woke, screaming and curling her body close to the headboard. “Grace? Grace! Wake up, sweety.” Taker shouted, as he struggled to hold her. At first, she fought him off, but then calmed down. She wept in his arms, as he held her close to his chest.
A few weeks passed. Grace busied herself, with her band, as Taker toured with his wrestling company. But he was about to come home, and was more than ready to see Grace. Just before he left, Taker asked her to move in with him. She said, ‘yes’, and moved in while he was gone. He looked out the window, of the plane, and thought of her. He watched the horizon turn pink and purple, as the plane came to a stop on the runway.
After getting his bags, he hailed a cab, and went home. It was dark, when he arrived at the house, but no lights shown through the windows. Taker unlocked the front door and stepped inside. He could smell a mix of scented candles and his favorite dish lingering in the air. Taker smiled, as he locked the door behind him, and left his bags in the hallway.
The giant red head tried to tip-toe down the hall, but his heavy step made the hard wood creek. He peeked into the living room, but no one was there. He heard music softly playing, as he walked through the room. Taker stepped into the dining room to find the table, dressed neatly with two long white candles burning, and two plates of food setting next to each other. “Hello.” a soft voice spoke nearby. Taker looked up to see Grace in an elegant black dress, with her curly brunet locks laced in black silk ribbon hung sweetly around her face.
“Grace...” he gasped, “you look so beautiful.” Grace blushed and kissed the man on the cheek. Taker took Grace into his arms, and brushed his lips over hers. Grace reached her small hand up to her lover’s face. She rubbed her fingers over his hair stubbled jawbone, as her tongue searched for his. She was quickly rewarded, as Taker’s tongue began to stroke hers.
“I missed you.” she whispered, after they broke the kiss.
“I missed you, too.” he replied, then embraced her with another passionate kiss.
Once their lips smacked apart, Grace moaned, “You must be hungry.”
Taker smiled and groaned, “Starving!” His eyes glowed, evilly, as he squeezed Grace’s buttocks with both hands.
The roughness of Taker’s man handling made her melt, “Mark, I meant food.” Taker lifted the silk skirt of Grace’s dress, and felt her hot bare skin. The act caused her to quiver. “You’ve waited for months to have me, you can wait a couple more hours.” she told him. She broke from Taker’s hold, and lead him to the table. They ate their meal, well Grace tried, as Taker flirted with her under the table.
