However around 3 AM I awakened and couldn't get back to sleep.. I got out of bed wearing one of Fred's dress shirts, a pair of extremely short boxer shorts from Victoria's Secret and slipped on a pair of fuzzy slippers. I grabbed a hair tie and pulled my hair back into a messy ponytail. I left my bedroom in order to make a cup of coffee and sit out on the deck. The weather was nice this evening and I was going to enjoy it. I got to the kitchen and began to make the coffee, however I had a strange feeling I wasn't alone in the house. I turned just in time to see that Fred was home. I offered him a smile and leaned back against the kitchen counter.
"Hey I could make you some coffee if you want, you look like you need it." I said with a smile.
I was piss drunk. It had been a wild night out with Avery and Cameron. It was nice that Avery had finally gotten permission from his woman to come out with us. The guy was whipped, but he was still the man. Still a Saint. I had come home to Aurora wearing one of my dress shirts, and an extremely short pair of women's boxers. With the liquor, and my burning desire for her, I instantly was aroused by her. She had offered to make me coffee after seeing the condition I was in. How could I decline?
"Sure, I would really love some." I said astonished by the full sentence.
She turned her back to me and walked to the cabinet, pulling out the coffeemaker. I stared at her ass, sitting perfectly in her tight shorts.
I kept my back turned to him as I began to get the water ready for the coffee. He seemed not quite himself which I figured was due to consumption of alcohol. Come on...I did work in a bar for a year so I was able to distinguish when someone had been drinking. I could feel him staring at me more intently then ever. I should of felt uneasy about it but I didn't. Without turning to face him, I began striking a conversation, still making the coffee.
"Did you have fun with the guys tonight?" I asked innocently.
"Heh, it was very good if you couldn't tell. You should come out with us next time. You gotta meet Avery and Cam, they're real good guys, I think you'd like them." I replied.
I continued to stare at her and got up from the LazyBoy I was sitting in, and grabbed the remote from atop the t.v. Nothing was on though, so I begin to make my way in to the kitchen.
"How about you? Did you have fun here all alone?" I inquired.
"Oh yeah totally. I spent the evening doing laundry, then I made a nice little dinner, took a long and luxurious bath in your tub. I hope you don't mind...it was just so enticing."
I turned just in time to see him coming toward the kitchen and me. I quickly turned and poured two cups of coffee, holding one out for him. I then grabbed my own and put in cream and sugar. I took a sip of my own and sighed.
"But after the bath I kinda saw one of your shirts in the closet and I hate to admit it but I kind of missed you so I decided to wear it to bed. After that I went to bed and watched a little television before turning in. But I couldn't sleep so I came down here."
"Sounds like an exciting evening."
I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I was on a mission since I stood up from the couch. I begin to kiss her neck while holding her tightly around the waist. I could feel both of our bodies shivering with anticipation. I could hear her soft moans as I continued to kiss her neck; and flick my tongue along it. I think we both had been anticipating this since that first night in New Orleans. I could tell she was timid, and I was a sex fiend. I figured I'd have to make the first move and I did.
I couldn't believe what he was doing, he had made the first move. I dropped the cup of coffee I had held in my hand and brought my hand to the side of his head, massaging his scalp. My breaths were becoming short and fast. I leaned back against him tightly and began to run my other hand up the side of his body. I couldn't speak the only things coming from my mouth were little soft moans. I wanted him so badly but I was also scared, it was going to be the first time I would give myself willingly to any man and I knew it was going to hurt. Part of me wanted him to take me very gently, but a larger part wanted him to just rip my clothes off and f*ck my brains out.
I figured I'd take it slowly until she asked me to be rough. It wasn't about me all the time, and this was one of those times. I rubbed my hands across her stomach, it was tight, and her skin was smooth. I slowly ran my hands down her stomach and to her crotch. She began to moan louder as I continued to rub. I turned her around and picked her up, placing her on the counter. I slid in between her legs and continued to kiss her. Aurora was amazing, but I didn't want to frighten her. She didn't seem like she had had too much experience in this field. I rubbed my hands along her thighs, as I pulled away from kissing her.
"Are you sure you wanna do this? We can wait if you need the time." I asked, with care. An emotion I hardly knew.
I stared into her eyes as I stopped moving my hands along her thighs. I was willing to take it slow and allow every feeling to take us over.
I looked at him very touched by his concern for me. Tears almost came to my eyes but I managed a smile. I brought my hands to his face and cupped it.
"I'm sure...I've never felt this way about any guy before and I know that I want you to be the first. I want you to take me Freddie...in any way that you want to. Tonight you have me in any way you desire."
I leaned in and kissed his forehead and then backed up, I removed one hand from his face but kept the other on gently caressing it.
"Alrite..."
I went back to kissing her neck, and lifted her in my arms. I slowly walked to the living room, and gently put her down on the leather couch. I didn't plan on having sex there, I'd rather go to my room for that. We'd finish our foreplay there, and I'd bring her to my room, where we could fall asleep after the act. It had been a while since I actually feel asleep with a women. I had mostly been stuck in one night stands.
I looked up at him with a smile playing across my lips as I sat up on my elbows. I began to unbutton the dress shirt until no buttons were left to undo. All that was left was for me to take off the shirt completely so that he could see my breasts for the first time. Nervously I slid it off and down my shoulders. I looked at him unsure of what to do next, after all I had never done anything like this before and I had a strong feeling that Fred was an amazing expert.
Aurora began to unbutton her shirt as I stared in to her eyes before kissing her again. After she had undone every button, I helped her remove the shirt and began to slowly, and passionately kiss her breasts. I then leaned back and pulled of my own shirt, exposing my chiseling physique. I had worked hard for this body, why not show it off. I pressed my body to hers, as I continued to rub her breasts. I then worked my way down, kissing her neck, the her breasts; slowly working my way down her flat stomach.
I kept my hands on his head as he was making his way down to my stomach. My fingers went to work massaging his scalp. So far everything was better then I could of dreamed. However plaguing thoughts of that night a year before began to come into play. I tried to shake them off and hide them because Fred still had no idea that I had been raped. I shook my head and kept a smile on my face so that I could enjoy what was going on between the two of us completely. Part of me was a little scared though that after he was done he would toss me aside. If that happened then so be it, I still wouldn't regret what was going on.
Aurora was loving every minute of this. As was I. I prided myself in being so good. But then again I was arrogant in everything. As I worked my way down to her crouch, I looked up at her, allowing her to look in to my eyes as I went down on her. I removed her panties, and began to pleasure her. I could feel her body convulse with pleasure as her nails dug in to my scalp. It turned me on even more as I continued to flick my tongue faster and faster.
I threw my head back unable to believe the pleasure I was getting from this. Never in my life had I felt so good and never did I think that after the rape I would get such pleasure from something like this, but it had happened. My nails dug into Fred's scalp, it was the only thing I could do along with moaning softly and quickly. In the back of my mind though I wondered just how many women had been in this exact same spot I was in and just how many women he had taken back to his bedroom. The thought made me a bit uncomfortable as I brought my head back and removed my hands from his scalp. I folded my arms against my chest trying to think things through.
Suddenly Aurora stopped, and I could see her mind was elsewhere. I stopped along with her, puzzled, and my ego a bit bruised. Was she not enjoying it? It couldn't be that, I was far TOO GOOD for that.
"I'm getting the vibe that something else is on your mind. What is it?" I asked, puzzled by her stopping so suddenly.
"I just wonder how many women have been exactly where I am right now. I also wonder if after this is over and we've had sex that you're gonna be done with me."
I said this to him hardly meeting his eyes. I knew I had probably sent a blow to his ego and that was the last thing I wanted to do but I just couldn't help with how I was feeling. I wanted it so bad but yet I was scared to death of becoming trash tossed out for garbage pick-up. He was Freddie Styles...he could have any woman he wanted, ones that were so much more beautiful then me. Why would he want me to stay with him for good? I teared up a bit as I sat up and grabbed the dress shirt, holding it up against my torso, hiding my most private places.
I wasn't going to lie to her, that would only make things worse. She had reason to be worried though. I had been with many women, in this exact same situation. But I could tell this time was different. I could tell there was more there than just getting my dick wet. Aurora intrigued me, and kept me guessing. There was something about her that made me come back for more. Not to mention she'd be staying in my house for a long time. Maybe I was ready to settle down, maybe I wasn't. We'd have to see where things lead.
"I won't lie to you Aurora, I've been with many women. But there is something between us. I can feel it in my stomach when I see you. I mean you keep me intrigued. Don't worry, you're gonna be living here for a while. If I get tired of you, I'll just kick you out. Heh, it was a joke. I don't see that happening for a long time." I said as I flashed her a smile.
Tears still were apparent in my eyes and took my arm and wiped them away. I trusted him, maybe I shouldn't have but he was so sincere and I knew I was falling for him. I don't want to say it was love but it might as well of been. I looked at Fred and knew that if there was to be something between us I probably should tell him about what happened a year ago. If I was going to freeze up during sex he had to know the reason. I cleared my throat as tears began to stream down my cheeks.
"There's something I have to tell you Fred...It's not something I've really never told to anyone."
He looked at me intently as I began to tell him.
"A year ago I was working late at the bar and there was this customer who wouldn't leave me alone. He was escorted out but was waiting for me when I got done. To make a long story short he dragged me into an alley and raped me. Nobody came to help me..."
I looked down ashamed and wiped my eyes. I didn't want to cry anymore in front of him but I couldn't help it. I began to shiver violently and wrapped my arms tighter around myself. I didn't know how he was going to react to this new information.
I looked at Aurora shocked. Before saying anything, I grabbed a blanket from off the couch and wrapped it around her, holding her tight as she continued to shiver and cry in my arms. It was a feeling I had never experienced. The pain I saw in here, cut me deep. I could hardly feel the emotional pain she had, but my stomach was in knots. A innocent, and sweet girl like this never deserved that bullshit. I never had respect for rapists. I had seen it once in an alley, and had beat the man to near death. There was no excuses for it. I was touched by Aurora's strength.
"I don't know what to say Aurora. What I can do though is be here for you. I don't need to have sex with you. If you feel you want to, then fine, but I won't push you. You are a member of this house now, and I won't let anything or anyone harm you. NO ONE. I swear to you on this."
I had felt anger towards my opponents, but this time, I didn't have a face to associate with the anger and hatred I was feeling. I could feel it burning inside of me. The back of my neck felt like it was on fire.
"Here, it's been a long night. Lets head up to bed and get a good night of sleep. How does that sound hun?" I asked, still holding Aurora tightly in my arms.
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We open in a haze, with a view of two ornate doors. Solid mahogany with intricate abstract designs carved around the edges. The doors open into a hallway with lush, red carpeting, which eventually branches off in two directions. In the middle though, is a wooden pedestal. On top of the pedestal, a black velvet pillow. On top of the pillow... the HWA All-Star Championship belt. Gold plating, freshly polished, gleaming in the light. The number two prize in the industry just sitting there for the taking. The object of every man's desire so close you can almost taste it. As if you could just reach out and...
A hand grips the top of the belt, covering the HWA logo. As it does, a stop-watch like clock appears in the bottom corner of the screen. It starts counting the seconds the moment the hand touches the belt, and when the hand lifts away, the clock stops.
Six seconds...
You see what I did there?
I gave this belt something it hasn't seen since you possessed it, MIchael. Six seconds of credibility.
As we fade into the plush ATL house, we see Freddie, wrapped up in a blanket, taking some flu medicine. The liquid froze past his gullet, that sweetly intoxicating sensation sending chills up his spine. The green liquid poured down his throat like syrup, but its effects were already making his head spin. A sanguine smile painted itself on his lips, his eyes like ice glowing mystically in the light. He set the the medicine’s cup down with a click against the marble, a faint ghost-like whisper of a chuckle dripping luxuriously over his lips. His head tilted back, as he sighed.
Michael, you've caught me at an opportune time. I'm coming off the heels of a loss and my body is infected with the sickness. The flu they say. A challenge that presents itself for you to jump up and take me by storm. There are people that seek to … desecrate and pervert the beauty and darkness that I once iconized. These people, so foolish and young, so disrespectful to the demons and gods that could take them so easily; parade around like this is some game. This is no game. This is a revolution! And it truly sickens me to see some diluted young kids with delusions of grandeur parading around with big talk and cheap words like they truly are something to be feared. Fear, is something they know NOTHING about! Fear … is what makes your blood run cold when eyes so dark and portentous stare you down and can already see your body being laid into the grave. Fear, is what they shall learn from me when their blood is cold in their veins and I stand above them, higher than the gods themselves, higher than heaven or hell to smite them, and leave them cowering in the dust that they feed upon. They are worse than the animals; for they are parasites that take the good name of true wrestlers and pervert it into something putrid to spit from my mouth. But just as I have taken my medicine here tonight to combat my flu, I have a treatment for them. A treatment for you Michael James, a cure... The Sting.
Freddie looks down at the marble table. He slides his hand across it. Knowing the smoothness is a sensation he won't feel soon. His fists will be balled pounding into human flash, in battle.
Can you truly glide the razorblade of sanity, and dip and pirouette along it’s beautifully destructive line, to take all the damned upon their shoulders, to scream with the banshees of the night, to sit in the quiet death of night and be one with the shadows and creatures that invade man’s dreams and strike down the hope and glory of all that come to it? NO! For you can only see, and wish to imitate the beauty of the grave and its allure, to change it into something to sell out for, to emulate and mutilate in all of their infantile desires. Michael James, your name has come up time and time again. You're one of those who have sought to drain the HWA of its life force to provide yourself with greatness. You're like so many men I've met. Men who are vultures that pick at the legacy of the tired and make the darkness revolt, and come back to show that the pain they deliver is nothing but a sliver of the majestic torment that awaits them in the end. True bottom feeding scum that seeks only to make themselves seem important with the pipe dream of true power. But I, I will make things right. My words speak more than my eyes, but my hands speak more than my words. With these, blood stained, and battered hands I will resurrect the greatness that this company has always been about and show all of them … each and every ONE OF THEM! And the masses of the damned shall come with me. I bring hell with me, to brush away the taint of perversion of the night that has plagued the HWA for far too long.
Freddie slams his fist down onto the stone table before him, before a loud CRACK! was heard, the sound of the stone cracking, and starting to crumble before him. Freddie looks at it surprised as he's battered his own kitchen counter top in anger.
MIkey, you can slap me across the face with disrespect and avoid the reality of the dire situation you're in. Come Havoc you'll have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide and I can work to erase the speckled stain that you are on this company. You want to keep your championship? You want to be the best in the HWA? All you have to do is remove me. But you and I both know the little secret, the little unspoken truth... YOU CAN'T!
Freddie throws his head back, his arms tensing up as his voice rises.
You can dig up every old fossil I've faced in the past and try to draw up some conclusion that you're better than I am. But you know...deep down inside that shallow, hollow husk you call a soul, that you aren't. Mikey, you're a cocky punk who has misrepresented me, this business and HWA for far too long. I'm going to wipe that cocky grin off your face and take pride in it. I’m going to relieve the All-Star title from your possession, and bring pride back to the title that is the final stepping stone towards the World title. Nothing on earth can save you, not your pretty words and put downs, not your random tricks, and definitely not any friend of yours nor foe of mine. At Havoc...this loser wins...you'll be just another cut off loose end.
There is a steady but focused confidence in his words. He looks at the cough medicine. His health isn't 100% but his spirit, his passion is unrelenting, even stronger than it was before. He'll be coming in at 110% at Havoc. We see Freddie place the medicine down on the counter, walk over to his sofa and lay down, collecting his thoughts while the TV plays in the background, as we fade out.
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