A couple hours, countless shots, and a few dozen songs later she was on to the third “D” in a side room getting felt up and herself feeling up a pretty hot guy who was drunk as hell and couldn’t keep his hands off her. He told her his name was Hector, and he was a huge fan of hers. He was a student at USC going to med school and had just finished finals before the Winter Break. She didn’t care for the backstory much, but he looked tasty and she was having a good time with him as the night went on. Once they had some privacy she lifted her top, and he delighted that she wasn’t wearing a bra reaching for her breasts but she slapped his hand away.
(Erica): Espérame!
He grinned enjoying her toying with him as she reached over to the table in front of them, grabbed a lime and some salt. She rubbed the lime on her nipples and sprinkles salt all over them, then nodded at the table to him.
(Erica): Take a shot!
He poured a shot from the bottle on the table. She had went all out tonight getting a bottle of Clase Azul Reposado. There was nothing like a good Resposado and while Cazadores was a cheap favorite, tonight she felt fancy. He poured himself a shot, downed it and she grabbed his head pulling it to her tit and he suckled on it like a baby.
(Erica): Aye Papi, si! Si! Otra vez!
He obeyed, throwing back another shot and tackling her other tit. She threw her head back enjoying his mouth on her. She was fueled up, and she reached down grabbing his crotch and knew they were both ready. She grabbed his hand and pulled him up as she straightened her close.
(Erica): Vamos…and you better not fuking crash out on me. I’ll leave your ass on the street.
(Hector): I got you mami, you’re gonna be begging me for more. I’m a doctor remember, I’m good with my hands.
(Erica): I’ve heard that before, and you’re not a doctor yet.
(Hector): Es verdad mami, pero wait and see.
She wasn’t sure what type he was. If he was one like her who could take his liquor and fuk a couple times over in a night, or if she’d get 5 minutes out of him before he either cums quick, or crashes before they finished anything. In one of her recent adventures, the guy fell asleep while eating her out and it pissed her off. They made their way out of the club, huddled up together and walked around the corner to her car. As she unlocked the door the red and blue lights of a Sherrif’s vehicle flashed, blinding her as she turned to look.
(Erica): What the fuk?
Two officers approached her and she thought some bitch in the club must have called and reported her drunk and driving like one time before. She was just pissed because Erica had taken her man right in front of her and she couldn’t do shit about it, but throw her drink on him and storm off.
(Sherrif): Erica Martinez?
(Erica): What about it?
(Sherrif): Ma’am, you’ve been served.
He sticks out an envelope for her to take.
(Erica): What is that? I don’t want that shit!
(Sherrif): Ma’am, as I said you’ve been served. We’ve verified your identity, these are court orders being served to you.
(Erica): Well, I’m not taking them. Wait a minute, are you filming me?
Erica folds her arms defiantly looking at the officer.
(Sherrif): Standard body cam procedure Ma’am. t’s up to you if you want to physically receive the order, but it doesn’t change the fact that our service request has been processed. You are legally bound to abide by the contents of the court order within. Take that for what you will.
Her arms remain folded refusing to take the envelope and the officer places it on the hood of her car next to her.
(Sherrif): You have a safe night, and I can tell you and your companion have been drinking. My suggestion to you would be to call yourself an Uber, Lyft or something. You don’t want to get behind the wheel of that car right now, don’t be that foolish right in front of us.
She was fuming. Who the fuk do these cops think they are always following her like she’s some goddamn shoplifter in a store. She liked this club, now she had to bounce around so nobody would know where to find her. She rolled her eyes as the offer headed back to his car. He just sat there waiting and she knew he wasn’t going to leave until she did. He’s probably be standing by waiting to pull her over the moment she started the car. She looked over at Hector.
(Erica): Don’t just stand there pendejo, get an Uber.
Hector pulled out his phone and called an Uber. 12 minutes later and they were in the back seat and driving away.
(Erica): Hey…just drive around the corner a few times and come back.
The driver nodded and did as she asked. About 5 minutes later and they were about to pull back up to The Mayan and she saw the Sherrif’s vehicle still there.
(Erica): Fuk…just go! Here…
She handed the driver an address. That little trick with the cops wasn’t going to work tonight, she got one of those annoying crafty ones who knew better and it just pissed her off more not to get her way. She looked over at Hector.
(Erica): I swear to God you better know how to eat pussy of I’ll fuk you up!
She looked down at the envelope she snatched off the hood of the car. She’d deal with this shit later, all she wanted to do right now is get laid, and she did. Hector was a stallion to say the least. She might not have to throw his number away…she later thought after he left. He had done some things that made her still tingle down below. The next thing she knew it was morning. The sun was blazing in the windows, and the clock read 10:09 a.m. She must have knocked out soon as her fling left because she didn’t have any clothes on. She reached over to the nightstand, grabbed a cigarette and lit it as she got up and stretched. As she grabbed her phone was stunned. She’d gotten tons of messages and a few missed calls from her mother laying into her with a bunch of questions about what she was doing, where she was, why is she like this, why is she doing this to the family, why won’t she pick up the phone, why is she ignoring her, did she get arrested again, who was that guy?
It quickly clicked as she checked the HWA App and fans in the live chat were all talking about her evening. Sharing and swapping links. She clicked on one and someone had got their hands on her being served last night and shared the video with the media. She clicked on one of the links and there she was, Hector on the side and the office in front of her giving her an envelope. She wanted to throw her phone but just cut closed the windows. She stomped over looking for where she dropped the envelope and found it on the floor back in the bedroom. She snatched it up again, ripped it open and read it.
The Plaintiff (Erica Martinez) shall be temporarily restrained and enjoined from assaulting, beating, wounding, threatening, harassing and stalking the (Defendants Vanessa von Richtoven and Hans von Richtoven).
(Erica): What the fuk is this?
She continues to read.
By consenting to this, the (Plaintiff or Defendant) in no way admits that such acts were ever done in the past, but agrees not to engage in such acts in the future. This provision shall be enforceable by the Court’s contempt power.
The dispute resolution procedures set forth herein shall not limit a court from granting a temporary restraining order or a preliminary injunction in order to preserve the status quo of the Parties pending arbitration or to protect a Party’s trademark or confidential or proprietary information. Further, the arbitrator shall have power to enter such orders by way of interim award, and such orders shall be enforceable in court.
Anger built up inside her as she continued to read. Hans and Vanessa had gotten a goddamn restraining order on her, and it was classified as Domestic Violence. There was a 500 ft ordinance between her, Vanessa and their house, and a special dispensation for Hans outside any official work-related business. She was white hot and tossed the papers wildly into the air. She went back and grabbed her phone dialing a number, it rang a few times and went to voicemail.
(Erica): Maestro…it’s me….you won’t believe this shit. I’m coming up, see you tonight!
Erica ends the call and doesn’t give a fuk that she’s still naked. She opens the HWA App and sees an interview with thar Rod guys and Hans. Her temperature continues to rise and she goes live on the app, she’s not showing her body but her naked shoulders are apparent, her hair is a bit of a mess and she has a crazed look on her face at this point.
(Erica): A restraining order? Really Hans? That bitch really has you wrapped her fuking finger. She’s a weak ass woman, always crying to you, and you’re weak ass man for kissing her pinche culo. Hey Vanessa, you feel safe now Puta, you feel comfortable in your fancy house, with your little Christmas Decorations going up and shit?
Erica starts around the house grabbing her luggage and starts throwing things in it from her drawers like a crazy person.
(Erica): You want 500ft Hans, how about 2,000 miles?…I’m outta here. Is 2,000 miles enough for you and your bitch? You want this match? You want to put a stop to me? You think because you got me in an ankle lock that I got a taste of what you have in store for me? Tu no me digas una mierda! I make the rules here. I’m finished with you when I say I’m finished with you.
I know what you really want Hans, I’ve know since you tried to finger my fuking pussy at the Academy and I can’t wait for Havoc. You dare to bring Eddie Guerrero’s name into it too? I’m going to give you exactly what you expect of me…I’ll lie, I’ll cheat, and I will steal. I’ll show you hypocrisy, and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself and your ####y wife.
Erica ends the transmission as the scene fades to black.
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