Take Me

Authors: Shelly/Patsy

Disclaimer: You know the drill. Don’t own, don’t sue.

Rated: Definitely NC-17…pretty long smut fic

Chapter 1

Shelly

Emily sat curled up in the chair that was in the corner of the room. She glanced at the bed and saw the big figure still sleeping soundly. He looked eerie as he slept and she shuddered. His breathing was shallow and it looked as if he were dead. She cautiously went over to the other side of the bed and sat down, watching to see if he would move. There was no movement, so she laid down and pulled the blanket up over her.

“Finally decided to come to bed?” he said quietly. Emily jumped. He chuckled and put his arm around her waist, drawing her back to his stomach. “Why are you so afraid of me?”

“I’m not.” Emily whispered. She could feel his breath against her neck and a chill ran through her body. “Why do you say that.” He didn’t say anything and pressed himself against her back. His lips moved down her neck and over her shoulders. His beard lightly scratched her skin. “Answer me.”

“I can sense it.” He rolled her onto her back and positioned himself over her. “There’s no need to be afraid. I don’t know why I have to keep telling you that.” His head dipped down and his tongue lightly traced her nipples, causing them to stand erect. Emily tensed up as his teeth grazed one. He smiled and repeated it over again. “Do you like it when I tease you?”

She nodded and closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling. “Open your eyes, Emily.” She shook her head. “Now…I want you to watch me. I want you to let yourself go.”

“I can’t.” She breathed as she felt one of his finger slide into her. “Ohhhh…” He continued to move his finger in and out and eventually slid another finger in. “Oh my God.”

“Open your eyes or I’ll stop.” Emily opened her eyes and focused on his green ones. “I’m not going to hurt you, little one.” He stopped suddenly and rocked back onto his knees. Emily let out a sound of protest and watched as he brought his fingers to his lips. “You taste wonderful.” Emily blushed and looked away. “Quit looking away.” He leaned over top of her and placed the same fingers in her mouth. “Well?” She didn’t say anything and slowly sucked on his fingers. He moved his fingers and replaced them with his mouth. She responded to his kiss hungrily, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and sucking on his lips. “Slow down little one, we have all night.” Emily didn’t want to slow down. She wanted him now. She ran her fingers through his long red hair and pulled him down to her.

“Now.” She whispered. “I want you now.” A smile spread across his lips and he spread her legs with his knee. “Quit teasing me.” He shook his head and looked around the room. He wanted her to experience this with the lights on. He leaned over and flicked on the lamp on the nightstand. Emily blinked a few time so her eyes adjusted to the bright light. “Turn that off.”

“No.” He felt her dig her nails into his shoulders as he slid inside her. He moved slowly at first until she got use to his size. Emily laid with her eyes closed, moaning softly as their bodies moved together. “Open your eyes, little one.” She opened her eyes and watched him. She had never had anyone be so intent on her watching them before and in a way, it turned her on even more. “You’re going on top.” He rolled onto his back, never moving from inside her.

She was a little hesitant at first until he gripped her hips and she began grinding into him. From the glazed look in her eyes, he knew she was enjoying it. “Tell me what you’re thinking.” She didn’t answer him and he waited a moment before repeating himself. She blushed and shook her head. He reached up and gripped her hair, pulling her face to his. “Tell me.” He brushed his lips against hers and let go of her hair, letting his hands slide down her sides back to her hips, where he gripped them and pushed himself farther into her. She let out a yelp as he hit her cervix. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” She whispered, her breath hot against his cheek. She stopped grinding her hips against his and looked at him lustfully. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking?” With a smile, he nodded and watched as she carefully moved from on top of him. She positioned herself between his legs and looked up at him. He had moved the pillows so they were behind his head and he could watch her.

“Tell me little one.” His voice was deep and soothing. “Or are you going to …oh God.” He wasn’t able to finish his sentence before she took him into her mouth. He forced his eyes open and concentrated on her. He had never seen someone so eager to take him into their mouth due to his size. He reached down and grasped her hair, holding her mouth to him. “Don’t stop, little one…don’t stop.” Emily knew that if she didn’t stop soon, he was going to explode in her mouth and she didn’t know if she was ready for that. “Suck harder….” He was moaning and thrusting his hips against her and he let out a loud groan of protest when she stopped and replaced her mouth with her hand. “Why’d you stop?” Emily sat up, licked her lips and grinned. He reached for her and she pulled away.

“It’s your turn.” She whispered, her inhibitions slowly fading away. He sat up with a gleam in his eye and pushed her down on the bed. He backed himself off the bed and gripped her hips, sliding her to the edge where he kneeled between her legs and inhaled her sweet scent. Emily could feel his breath against her and waited in anticipation. “Please.”

“What do you want?” He held her gaze and never blinked. “Tell me.” She suddenly felt shy. “Don’t be afraid.” He coaxed her gently. “I’m not going to think badly.”

“Use your tongue.” She said barely audible. He pretended not to hear her. “Damn it…use your tongue!” He smiled and flicked his tongue across her most sensitive spot, causing her back to arch up. Liking the reaction he received, he continued. Now it was Emily’s turn to say don’t stop which she did when she could catch her breath. He slid his fingers into her and began massaging her g-spot. He had to hold her hip down with his other hand or she was going to go off the bed. He removed his fingers when he felt her muscles begin to clamp down. “No!”

“Shhh…little one. I’m not done.” He replaced his fingers with his tongue and relished in her sweet juices. After a minute, he moved up and kissed Emily, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth. “You’re going to get it good now, little one.” He gripped her hips and thrust himself into her. She felt her start to body tingle and she knew she was going to cum soon. She sucked in her breath hoping to hold it off until he came.

“Say my name when you cum.” He demanded pumping faster into her. She couldn’t hold back anymore. Her body exploded and she felt light headed.

“Oh my God…Mark!” Emily screamed as the orgasm rocked her body. She opened her eyes to see him staring down at her, not moving. He moved off of her and went into the bathroom. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. She looked around the room and followed him into the bathroom. “I’m sorry.” He turned and looked at her, his eyes were narrow slits. “I said I was sorry.”

“And that’s it? You call out Mark’s name when I’m screwing you and you say, ‘I’m sorry’?” He glared at her and she felt awful. “Now I know who you were fantasying about. You probably imagined it was him you were kissing and his body you were feeling against yours. He was probably even calling you some dumb nickname, huh?”

“Hunter…I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say.” Emily backed out of the bathroom. She walked to the chair and put her clothes on. Hunter watched from the doorway of the bathroom.

“Run to Taker, Emily. See if he wants my hand-me-downs.” Hunter said as the door shut. He shook his head and went to back to bed. Turning off the lamp, he mumbled, “Damn women.”

Chapter 2

Shelly

Emily walked down the hall and stood in front of room 666. She looked at the door smiled at how odd that the Undertaker had room 666. She held up her hand to knock and the door opened. Emily jumped back.

“I saw you in the hallway.” Mark said opening the door. “I knew you were coming.” Emily looked at him. His hair was wet from the shower and he was wearing jeans and his Dead Man, Inc. shirt. His hand grasped her elbow and led her into the room. Mark looked out the door and then shut it, making sure to lock it.

“I did something awful.” She said sitting on the bed. Mark sat next to her and she fell back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Mark leaned back on his side and watched her. He resisted the urge to lift her t-shirt and fondle her breasts. He watched as they lifted and fell as she breathed.

“What did you do?” He asked looking into her eyes. She blinked and looked away. “C’mon little one…. tell me.” Emily looked at him when he called her little one. That was the name she had heard him call her when she thought she was with him.

“I called out your name when I was having sex with Hunter.” She sat up and turned away from him. Mark smiled and sat up. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I thought it was you. I don’t know what came over me.” Mark touched her shoulder and she leaned back into him. “It’s like you were there.”

“I was.” He said, his voice low and deep. “I was in your mind.” Emily looked up at him and thought what an eerie man he was. His fingers entwined with hers. “Let’s make your fantasy a reality, little one.”

“I can’t.” Emily whispered. Mark laughed and pulled her shirt over her head. “Mark!”

“Shhhh…let me take care of you.” He moved letting her fall back. He reached down and unzipped her jeans and with one yank, they were on the floor. He moved down the bed letting his hands become familiar with her body. He had dreamt about her and woken up numerous nights wanting her badly.

He brought his lips down to her stomach and gently kissed the tattoo around her belly button. She tensed up and he waited until she was ok and began kissing up her chest to her nipples, which were standing at attention. He flicked them both with his tongue and watched as her eyes followed his every movement. She reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair and pushed him down farther. He knew exactly what she wanted, but he wasn’t about to give in so quickly. He wanted to explore first. His lips trailed over her collarbone and down her arm to her fingers.

“Don’t tease me.” She pleaded as he kissed each finger and then went back up her arm and across to her other arm. “Mark…” She could tell he was aroused and she was almost afraid of his size. The only man she had ever been with was Hunter and he wasn’t something to brag about, even though he thought he was. His lips were moving down her stomach again. She held her breath wondering if she would finally experience what she had been longing for and fantasying about. Mark didn’t stop…he continued down her leg, kissing his way to her toes.

She wasn’t use to this and felt like she was being teased. Hunter was a ‘hurry up I have things to do’ type guy. She enjoyed sex with Hunter, but she knew she was missing something.

Mark came back up her leg and stopped looking lustfully at her. She was propped up on her elbows watching him intently. He dipped his head down and flicked his tongue across her clit. He looked up and saw that her eyes had glazed over and she had a smile on her lips.

“Do you like that?” he asked rubbing it with his finger. She didn’t answer and let out a soft moan. “Haven’t you ever had this done before?” She shook her head. “Well then, little one…you’re in for a surprise.” He looked at her and smiled. He also wondered what the hell Hunter’s problem was. He had a beautiful woman and he had never gone down on her? Well, he was going to let her experience what it was like. What a fool Hunter was. He got up and smiled at her. “I’ve got something for you.” Emily looked worried as she watched him undress. Her mouth fell open when she saw his erect cock. “Don’t worry…I’m not going to hurt you.” He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. Her lips were soft and full. His mind was reeling. He wanted her so badly, that he had to fight the urge to slide into her and pound away.

“Mark.” She whispered against his lips. He took that opportunity to slide his tongue between her lips. They’re tongues began a slow sensual dance that lasted for what seemed like eternity. He was the one to break the kiss and he looked into her eyes and smiled.

"Touch me." He whispered. Her eyes widened as he took her hand and guided it to his cock. "Mmmm…" He moaned as her hand explored him. "Oh Emily." She couldn't stand it anymore she wanted to taste him. She pushed him backward and decided to explore on her own. She looked at his cock in her hand and bent her head down and gently licked the precum that was glistening on the head. She licked her lips and took him in her mouth. Mark grabbed the back of her head and pushed her farther down. He was amazed that she could take him in as far as she could. He leaned back, holding he head as her mouth moved over his cock. He was in pure heaven. "Emily…I'm going to cum." His breathing became ragged and she didn't pull away. "Oh God…." Mark gripped the side of the bed as he exploded into her mouth. She eagerly took it all, not letting any get away. She sat up a minute later and licked her lips. He grabbed her by the back of the head and kissed her roughly. It was his turn to taste her. "Lay back." Emily did as she was told and waited as he positioned himself.

His tongue flicked her clit again and she jumped. He smiled and began making circles with his tongue to get her use to the feeling. Her body began to tremble and he stopped, and looked at her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was parted. He smiled and slid his tongue down farther until he could slide it inside her. Her body trembled again and she led out a low moan.

"Please…don't stop…that feels good." She said breathlessly. He moved back up to her clit and took it between his teeth and gently nibbled. She bucked her hips against his face and he had to hold her down. "Mark!"

"What little one?" He whispered kissing her lower stomach. She had her hands tangled in his long red mane, pressing him down again. Without hesitation, he began teasing he clit again. He slid two fingers into her and was surprised to find that she was very wet. "Hmmm…you're hot and wet." Emily blushed at his comment and looked down at him. He was watching her as his tongue moved over her. Between their locked gaze, him sliding his fingers inside her and his tongue on her clit, her body erupted in an body shaking orgasm that left her half conscious. Mark moved his body over hers and gently pressed his erect cock against her. "Was that a good one?"

"I've never come like that." She panted. He kissed her lips and guided her hand down between his legs. She looked at him with a confused look.

“It’s ok…guide me into you.” He whispered against her cheek. He felt her hand gently touch him and he smiled. “That’s it little one…go slow.” She let out a soft cry as he entered her. Her hands now grasped his back and her back arched. “Slowly…” His breath was hot against Emily’s neck and ear. She dug her nails into his back as he went in farther.

“Oh my God.” She cried out as he began moving in and out of her. Mark kissed her cheek and looked into her eyes. “Go faster…please.” He smiled and moved faster. The bed knocked against the wall and he momentarily thought of the neighbors, who he thought were the Hardy Boyz, getting an earful of his passion filled night with Emily. Emily’s eyes were closed now and she was meeting his every thrust.

“You’re on top now.” He whispered as her eyes opened when he pulled out. They switched positions and she slowly lowered herself onto him. “God you’re tight.” His voice was low and she looked at him surprised. “You can talk during sex.” He smiled warmly at her and grabbed her wrists, so his arms were above his head and she was holding his arms down. “Now…grind your hips into mine.” Her hips began rotating against his. “That’s it, little one.” Without any warning, Mark sat up and put his arms around her waist. “Don’t move…let me move you.” He pressed her tightly against his bare chest and he thrusted deeper inside her. Emily cried out as she felt him explode inside her. He held her onto her, his breathing ragged.

After a few minutes, their breathing became normal and she moved from his lap. She sat on the side of the bed, her back to him. He reached out and ran a finger down her spine, causing her back to arch against it.

“Little one…what’s wrong? I didn’t hurt you did I?” he moved so her back was pressed to his chest. “Tell me Emily.” She leaned back into him and sighed.

“I’ve never had sex like that.” Mark’s hands caressed her stomach and ran down her legs. “Hunter….no never mind.” Mark lifted her chin so she could look up at him. “He doesn’t care about me. He doesn’t it for his own pleasure, I think.” Mark chuckled.

“He is so full of himself.” Mark kissed the top of her head and hugged her tightly.

“I better get back. He’s going to be pissed I was gone this long.” She stood up and realized her legs were wobbly. Mark rose to steady her and pulled her into another hug.

“Come see me again.” He bent down and kissed her gently on the lips. “I’ll show you more, little one.”

Emily dressed and left the room while Mark was in the shower. She walked quickly back to her room and found Hunter asleep in bed. She showered and quietly slipped into bed. As she closed her eyes, her mind drifted back to the wonderful experience she had just had with Mark.

“Dead man walking.” Escaped her lips before she fell into a much needed sleep.

Chapter 3

Shelly

Emily woke up when she felt Hunter get out of bed. She rolled onto her side and watched his naked body go into the bathroom. He reappeared a few minutes later and looked at her. She had her eyes closed and was feigning sleep. He was still upset with her about the previous night, but he wanted her again. His cock wanted her too. He crawled into bed and pressed against her. She didn't respond at first, so he pressed again. Her back pressed back against him and her hand moved to his hip. He knew he had her then.

He didn't like to vary their routine. He figured that if it wasn't broke, then don't fix it. He rolled her over onto her back and positioned himself over her. Emily looked at him as he entered her. She didn't move against him or with him. He didn't even notice, he wanted to release his pent up frustration and then go work out. He was done within ten minutes and he knew she faked an orgasm to get him off her, but he didn't care. He went into the shower, whistling. Emily sighed and went back to sleep.

"I'm going to work out and then I'll come back to get you. So be ready. We're leaving for San Antonio in about two hours." He said shaking her shoulder. She nodded and closed her eyes again. "I mean it, Emily. Be ready when I get back." He left and she then climbed out of the bed to shower and pack.

The plane ride was going to be a long one. She read a magazine while Hunter slept next to her. She heard rustling behind her and she turned around. Mark and Glen Jacobs were sitting behind her.

"Hey little one." Mark said leaning forward. She smiled. "Wanna come sit with us?"

"What about Hunter?" she asked quietly nodding toward the seat next to her. Mark grinned.

"Fuck Hunter. The selfish bastard." Mark laughed and watched Emily move to the seat between Glen and himself. His mind drifted to the memory of the previous night and a smile formed on his lips. They talked about the upcoming show and how Glen’s angle with Chris Jericho was ending.

“I’ll be right back.” Emily said standing up and heading toward the rest room. Mark followed her with his eyes.

“What’s with that shit-eating grin of yours?” Glen asked looking at Mark. Mark shook his head and headed toward the restroom. Glen rolled his eyes and started reading the book he had brought.

Emily jumped when she heard the knock on the door and dropped her brush in the sink.

“It’s occupied.” She called out, irritated that people couldn’t read the sign that said occupied. She went back to brushing her hair when someone knocked again. She flew open the door. “It’s occupied, asshole.”

“Let me in.” Mark said pushing in the door. He shut it and locked it once he was inside.

“What are you doing?” Emily asked in a soft whisper. He smiled and gripped the back of her head pulling her to him. His lips brushed hers. “Mark….”

“Shhh…little one. I’ve been thinking about you since last night. I need you again.” He lifted her up and sat her down on the sink. Emily’s eyes widened as he pushed her skirt up to her waist. “I want you right now.”

“I don’t know…” Emily started. Mark kissed her again, sliding his fingers inside her as he did.

“Ohhh God.” Mark looked her in the eyes and smiled. Mark stopped and withdrew his fingers and Emily moaned in protest. She watched as he undid his pants and let them fall to his knees. His cock was all ready hard as he guided it into her. They both let out a moan and Emily arched her back as he gripped her hips. Mark’s eyes closed as he thrust deeply into her. Emily reached up and pulled his hair so that his face was next to hers. “Fuck me…. now.” Mark didn’t need any other encouragement as he slammed into her. She let out a soft cry and he quickly kissed her to muffle any noise.

“This is gonna be a quickie.” He groaned as he felt her muscles tighten around his cock. “Jesus….” He leaned into her as his orgasm took over his body. “Damn.” Emily smiled as their lips met. “I want you to come to my room tonight. I have a surprise for you.”

“What would that be?” she asked as he helped her off the counter. He said nothing as he pulled up his pants and zipped them. She fixed her skirt and looked in the mirror to fix her hair. She saw Mark watching her in the mirror. “Are you gonna answer me?” A smile formed on his lips and his green eyes sparkled.

“What fun would that be if I told you, little one.” He smoothed her hair down and then whispered in her ear. “I’ll be a night you won’t ever forget.” He kissed her cheek and then ducked out of the room. Emily stared in the mirror and smiled.

“You can count on me being there.” She said to herself and then left the restroom. She walked back to her seat and glanced at Mark and Glen who were talking. Mark winked at her as she sat down in front of her.

Hunter was awake and reading a book. He looked at her as she sat down.

“Where the hell have you been?” he asked, annoyance in his voice.

“Sorry, I had to relieve myself.” she asked, equally annoyed. He look at her and shook his head.

“What did you say?” he asked. “I don’t think I heard you.”

“Did I stutter? I said I had to relieve myself.” She smiled innocently at him. Behind her Mark was laughing. Hunter turned around and glared at him.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He asked glaring. Mark leaned forward and sneered.

“Don’t even fuck with me, bitch boy.” Mark said through gritted teeth. “You don’t want a piece of this bad ass.” Emily heard Mark sit back in his chair.

“You piece of shit!” Hunter yelled jumping up and moving past Emily. “I’ve drug your ass through the ring and I’ll do it again you, mother fucker!” Emily and Mark stood up at the same time, except Mark went after Hunter.

“Bring it on, blondie.” Mark sneered. Glen got in between the two of them. “Let go of me. I’m gonna show this asshole who the real bad ass is.”

“Quit it now!” Emily yelled as the other passengers were looking on with amusement. From the corner of her eye, she saw Chyna coming toward them. Emily groaned when she saw her walk up. Chyna and her never got along and she didn’t need to see her.

“Save it for the ring, boys.” Chyna said pulling Hunter back. “Go sit down and calm yourself.” Hunter retreated and sat down again.

“You’re in for it bitch boy.” Mark sat in his seat and glared at Hunter. Hunter looked at Emily.

“He must be jealous of us.” Hunter said. Emily faked a smile. Behind them, Mark held in a laugh. He shook his head, leaned back and closed his eyes. He drifted off to sleep thinking of Emily and his surprise he had for her.

Chapter 4

Shelly

Backstage at the arena was hectic as usual. Hunter had left Emily in the locker room for the majority of the day while he worked out and went through his match with Stone Cold. She spent the time wondering what Mark had in store for her that night. She had fallen asleep on the couch and dreamt of their afternoon rendezvous in the bathroom of the plane.

"What are you smiling about?" Hunter asked walking into the locker room. Emily could sense his bad mood already. Obviously something had not gone right that afternoon. She didn't say anything and went back to watching the monitor that was sitting on a chair in front of her. The Hardy Boys and Lita were fighting Dean Malenko, Terri and Perry Saturn. She watched in awe as Jeff Hardy climbed the top rope and did his finishing move, the Swanton Bomb, onto Perry for the win. "I asked you a question."

"I'm watching the matches. What does it look like I'm doing?" she asked irritated. Emily couldn't stand when Hunter was in a bad mood. Now she knew why Chyna had dumped him. Hunter walked to the monitor and switched it off. "Hey! I was watching that!"

"Tough shit." He said sitting on a folding chair and rummaging through his bag for his clothes. "I have to get ready and so do you." Emily sat back on the couch and crossed her arms.

"I don't have to do shit because I don't work for the WWF." She glared at him and wished this night was over so they could go to the hotel and she could sneak out. Hunter looked at her and smirked, picked up a bag and threw it at her. It landed on the other side of the couch.

"Get dressed. You can't go out in jeans." Hunter took his clothes toward the shower. "I want you ready in ten minutes." Emily sat for a minute staring at the bag. Hesitantly she opened it and pulled out a dress. She stood up and looked at it in the mirror. It was a low-cut black dress that went down to her ankles and was slit up both sides to her hip.

"What the hell is this?" she asked herself. The water turned off in the shower and she changed quickly. Hunter came out in a towel and looked her up and down.

"I thought you'd fill it out better, but you look ok." He turned and walked back to change.

"Bastard." Emily mumbled and looked in the mirror. She filled out the dress nicely. Hunter never had any complaints. He always told her he loved her big chest, which was natural, unlike the other women in the WWF. Mark seemed to like her chest too. Emily put on some more makeup and let her hair out of the usual ponytail and brushed it out. The light brown hair cascaded down her back and she smiled with approval in the mirror.

"You certainly clean up nicely." She saw Hunter watching her from the other side of the room. "Your shoes are in the bag." She watched Hunter as he slid his knee brace on.

Fifteen minutes later, they were being ushered toward the curtain. Emily felt butterflies in her stomach as she heard the fans going crazy.

"Why am I going out there?" Emily whispered to Hunter. She was fidgeting with her hair nervously. Hunter laughed and looked at her.

"Because I convinced Vince to let you come out with me. You're my girlfriend; you should be accompanying your boyfriend to the ring. Especially if you're boyfriend is Triple H." Hunter said as his music started. "Come on." They walked through the curtain and stopped at the top of the ramp so he could pour water over his head.

"Being accompanied to the ring by Emily, hailing from Greenwich, Connecticut, weighing in at 246lbs., your WWF Champion, Triple H!" Lillian Garcia announced. Hunter started walking toward the ring and Emily had no choice but to follow. He jumped up on the apron and didn't bother to help her. While he spit more water, she climbed the ring steps and the ref helped her through the ropes. She stood uncomfortably in the middle of the ring until Hunter came toward her. He put his arm around her waist for show and watched the

curtain for Stone Cold's entrance.

The wait seemed like forever. Instead of Stone Cold's music being cued, The Undertaker's music started. Both Emily and Hunter's mouth dropped open as Mark rode his bike toward the ring and circled it. He parked it near the side and climbed off. Hunter pushed Emily aside and grabbed the mic from Lillian.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He yelled at Mark. Mark smirked as the ref handed him a mic. "You have no business being out here!" Mark looked Emily over and smiled with approval. Emily blushed and looked away.

"I have every right to be here, bitch boy." Mark said circling Hunter. "You started shit with me on the plane and I'm here to finish it."

"You're not getting my title." Hunter glared. Mark laughed and shook his head.

"I don't want your fucking title." Mark leaned against the ring post and smiled. "I want Emily."

"What?" Hunter asked. "Did I hear you right?"

"I didn't stutter, boy." Mark adjusted his hat and smiled. Hunter looked at Emily and then at Mark. "You heard me. I want Emily for the night. I can have my way with her and if she wants to, she can go back to you tomorrow night in Vegas." Mark walked over to Emily and lifted her chin with his fingers. "Do you like that little one?" Hunter hit Taker in the back before she could say anything. The ref rushed her out of the ring as the fans went wild.

"You son of a bitch!" Mark yelled as he whipped Hunter into the ropes. The match ended quickly once Mark sent Hunter for the Last Ride. "C'mon little one. It's time for fun." Emily looked at Hunter withering on the floor in pain and then up at Mark.

"Emily! Don't you leave with him!" Hunter yelled, clutching his back as he watched Mark help Emily onto the back of the bike. "Damn it Emily!" Emily didn't look back as they rode up the ramp. All she could think about was what Mark planned to do with her.

Mark and Emily went straight to the hotel after stopping briefly to grab her purse and regular jeans. Once they were in the room, Mark had Emily pressed against the wall kissing her. His hands roamed her body as she ran her fingers through his long red hair.

"Why did you do that." Emily whispered as Mark kissed her neck.

"Shhhh.... little one." He said taking her by the hand and leading her toward the bed. He stopped at the side of the bed and leaned down to turn on the light. Emily watched him as he stood up again and unbuttoned the jean shirt he had on. Her heart was beating rapidly as he threw the shirt on the other bed and then took off his boots and jeans. He stood up and Emily's eyes gazed over him. "You're turn. He knelt down in front of her and gently lifted each of her legs to slide off the heels she was wearing. Next his hands slid up her legs and gripped her waist under the dress. She felt his fingers tracing the side of her panties. "Off these go."

With one motion, her panties were on the floor and Mark was pushing her down on the bed.

"Mark." Emily moaned as he pushed the dress up. Her back arched as she felt his tongue flick her sensitive clit. "Mmmm....." She closed her eyes as his tongue gently worked it's magic and his fingers slid inside her. "Please don't stop."

"I don't plan on it, little one." He said kissing her inner thigh. Memories of their first night together came rushing into her head and she smiled. She had never felt anything this good before and she was afraid she was going to get spoiled. Mark kissed her lower stomach and slowly kissed his way up to her lips and kissed her, sliding his tongue through her awaiting mouth. His hands slid the straps of the dress down and it was only seconds later she was also naked. Mark's fingers teased her already erect nipples as he kissed her deeply. She could feel his erection against her leg, causing her ache with want.

"Please fuck me." She begged. Mark laughed and shook his head.

"No." He said sitting up. "I have a surprise for you." He walked toward the table and opened a bag. "Close your eyes little one." She did as she was told and closed her eyes wondering what he was going to do. Emily heard footsteps and felt him take her wrists in his hands.

"What..." she started. She didn't finish because he had handcuffed her hands together. He bent down and kissed her. Her eyes were filled with fear. "Please...undo those." She struggled against them and Mark placed a finger on her lips.

"Don't be afraid....I won't hurt you." He kissed her again and then went back to the table. Emily's eyes followed him as he came back with a feather. He ran it up her leg and immediately she shivered. "Just relax." He watched as Emily gritted her teeth as the feather moved lightly across her. Mark dropped the feather on the bed and moved on top of her. Emily struggled against the handcuffs and Mark kissed her neck.

"Ohhh...." She moaned as he slid inside her. Mark gripped her hips as he moved slowly in and out of her. Her body arched to meet his with every thrust.

"Keep your eyes on me." Mark demanded. Emily's eyes locked with his as their bodies moved together. Emily felt an orgasm building as the head of his cock rubbed her G-spot. Mark reached up and undid the clasp of the handcuffs and her hands automatically went to his face, pulling him toward hers in a kiss, her legs wrapped around his waist and tightened as her orgasm built. "Don't hold back, little one." Emily's eyes closed and her back arched as the orgasm raced through her body, causing her to scream out his name. Hearing her enjoyment and feeling her muscles contract around his cock, he couldn't hold out any longer and exploded inside her. He rested his head on her chest and tried to regain normal breathing. "Sorry that was so quick."

"That's ok." Emily kissed the top of his head and ran her nails down his back.

"We have all night and I have a few new tricks to show you." Mark smiled and rolled off Emily. He pulled her against him and kissed the back of her shoulders.

Outside the hotel room door, Hunter stood listening to the sounds coming from the room. He felt a twinge of jealousy when he heard Emily screaming Mark's name. She never screamed his name. He sighed and walked down the hall to his room and went inside.

Chapter 5

Shelly

Emily dozed next to Mark who watched her sleeping. He gently pulled the blanket over her so she wouldn't get cold and then went into the bathroom. He sensed someone at the door and looked outside. Hunter was standing at the door to his room looking toward him.

"Where's Emily?" Hunter demanded when he saw Mark. Mark shook his head and shut the door. It wasn't thirty seconds later when Hunter was pounding on the door. Mark looked toward Emily who stirred in bed and then rolled over. He threw on his jeans and a t-shirt and stepped outside. "Damn it! Tell her to get her ass out here!"

"She's asleep. Leave her alone." Mark said crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at Hunter. He wasn't in the mood to fight, he just wanted to have a little fun with Hunter.

"Well wake her ass up and tell her that her boyfriend wants her in his room now." Mark laughed at Hunter, causing Hunter to get angrier.

"You can't demand her to do anything. She's a grown woman, she can do whatever she wants to." Mark saw Glen look out the room across the hall. He shook his head and Glen went back inside.

"That doesn't give you the right to sleep with her!" Hunter was pissed. Emily had never acted like this until Lita had taken her out one night and they ran into Mark and Glen at a bar. He knew he should have never let her go. "What did you do to her?"

"Nothing she didn't want me to do." Mark remained calm, while Hunter's temper was flaring. "Ya know Hunter, she really loves the oral thing. Maybe you should learn how to do it." Hunter pulled his hand back to punch Mark, but Mark was quicker and caught it. "Lay a hand on me, and you'll regret it." Hunter dropped his hand and left Mark standing in the hallway. Mark started to go back into his room when Glen came out.

"What the hell is going on Mark?" Glen asked quietly. They both watched Hunter go into the room and slam the door. "I saw what you did tonight. Were you serious?"

"As a heart attack." Mark said motioning Glen in his room. He nodded toward the bed where Emily was still asleep. Glen's eyes widened. "This isn't the first time."

"I figured as much." Glen sat down in the chair and looked at Emily sleeping. She was beautiful and he could see why Mark would want to be with her. "So is she going back with Hunter tomorrow night?" Mark shrugged and sat next to Emily on the bed. She said something in her sleep and turned over. Mark smiled and adjusted the blanket over her.

"It's up to her. I know she's not happy with Hunter. The night we ran into her and Lita, we were dancing and she told me what an asshole Hunter is to her. She just didn't know how to leave him." Glen watched his friend and realized that he was falling in love with Emily.

"Are you sure she's not just a groupie?" Glen asked knowing he was going to get his head bitten off for the question. Mark shook his head.

"She knew Hunter before he started wrestling. They dated for awhile and then they broke up so he could get his career in order. When they got back together, he had changed and became very possessive. He's not abusive, he just doesn't want anyone near her."

"He was like that with Chyna." Glen said thinking back to the blowup they had had when they broke up. It was in front of everyone before a Smackdown show two years ago. "He's letting his ego take over." Mark laughed and realized that Emily was awake.

"Hey little one." He watched her as she blinked a few times and looked around the room. She saw Glen sitting in the chair and immediately pulled the blanket up to her chin. "We're just talking." She cautiously sat up wrapping the blanket around her.

"Hi Em." Glen nodded in her direction. She smiled.

"Hi." Emily said quietly. "What time is it?"

"Two twenty." Mark glanced at his watch and then at her. "Why?"

"I should get back to Hunter. He's probably pissed." She started to get out of bed and then thought about it. "Wait...screw him." Mark and Glen both laughed. "Why should I worry about him? He doesn't worry about me."

"You have the night with me." Mark said tracing her arm with his finger. "Remember?" She looked at him and smiled. He leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"Ok...I've seen enough. I'm going to my room and going to bed." Glen got up and walked toward the door. "I'll catch you two in the morning." Glen shut the door and Emily watched as Mark went to lock it. He came back, undressed and crawled in bed with her. She snuggled into him and closed her eyes. Mark held her close and leaned his head against the headboard.

Chapter 6

Shelly

Emily woke up and looked at the clock. It was six thirty and she was wide awake. Mark was sprawled out across the bed next to her, sound asleep. She stared at the ceiling and sighed.

"You awake?" Mark asked from the other side of the bed. He rolled over and leaned over her. He kissed her nose and smiled.

"I thought you were asleep." Emily said softly. He shook his head. "You sounded like it."

"I didn't sleep last night." He sat up and stretched. Emily turned on her side and looked up at him.

"Why?" She asked concerned. "Were you sick?"

"No...just thinking about something." He traced her chin with his finger and then kissed her. "Let's get ready to go. I want to grab breakfast before we catch our plane." She nodded and went into the bathroom to start the shower.

Once in the shower, she let the warm water run over her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the spray.

"You're even more beautiful wet." Mark said getting in the shower behind her. Emily opened her eyes and smiled.

"Thank you." She blushed and turned around to finish.

"Emily..." Mark started. Emily turned around. He looked at her and then shook his head. "Never mind little one." He washed her body and ran his hands over her smooth skin. He loved the way she felt. He pulled her into a hug and rested his cheek against her head.

They both dressed and were checked out of the hotel room by eight. Mark drove them to the airport where he turned in the car and they ate breakfast in the diner.

"Shit." Emily mumbled looking over Mark's shoulder. "Don't turn around." He watched as she sank into the booth.

"What?"

"Hunter is here." She whispered. Mark chuckled.

"It's going to be a little hard for him not to notice me. I'm probably the only one in here with tattoos up my arms and across my neck." Mark reached over and took her hand. "And not to mention long red hair." He looked up and saw Hunter coming toward them. "Don't worry about it. I'll handle it."

"You ready to go Emily?" Hunter asked as he stood at their table. Emily looked away from him and let go of Mark's hand.

"I'm not going with you. I switched my ticket." Emily looked down avoiding eye contact with both of them. Hunter slammed his fist down on the table causing Mark's coffee to spill.

"Leave her alone Hunter. She's flying with me to Vegas. I get her all day." Mark smirked and stood up. Hunter looked up at him, but didn't back down.

"Damn it Mark! She's mine!" Hunter yelled. Other customers in the diner looked at the two muscular men having an argument. "You've corrupted her!"

"I didn't do shit to her!" Mark hissed through his teeth. Emily jumped up from the booth and pushed in between the two who had begun a stare down.

"I'm not either of yours! I'm not a fucking possession!" She pushed past them and ran from the diner. "Damn them!"

"There you did it, you fucking asshole." Hunter yelled. "I should kick your ass right now!"

"If you feel froggy..." Mark said grinning. "Then leap, bitch boy." Hunter stomped off and Mark pulled some crumpled bills out of his pocket and threw them on the table.

Mark found Emily looking out the window near their gate. Hunter wasn't anywhere near her. Mark knew that Hunter was taking a later flight due to some scheduling mishap.

"Hey little one." Mark said quietly walking up to her. She didn't turn from the window, but he could see in the reflection that she was watching him. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not a possession."

"I know you're not. Hunter thinks you are. I don't."

"I'm with you on my own free will."

"Are you trying to convince yourself?" Mark put his hands on her hips and leaned down to kiss her neck. "C'mon, let's board the plane." She turned around and looked up at him.

"I don't want to go back."

"You don't have to." Her arms went around him he hugged her with all he had. Those were the words he was hoping to hear.

Chapter 7

Shelly

Mark had the night off once they got to Vegas. The house show wasn't for another day, which gave him the opportunity to show Emily the town. She was in awe with all the lights and noise.

"C'mon little one." He laughed dragging her through the lobby. "Let's put our stuff in the room before you get into the gambling trance." She followed him upstairs and when he opened the door, she didn't walk in. Instead she stood at the door and stared into the room. "Well are you coming in?"

"Damn...Vince goes all out." Emily murmured looking around the room. There was a king size bed, a sitting room and a Jacuzzi in front of the window over looking the city.

"When we're in Vegas, Vince likes to splurge a little." Mark said falling back on the bed and yawning. "I think I'm going to take a nap." Emily smiled and sat on the couch. It wasn't five minutes later that Mark was asleep.

Emily watched him sleep for a few minutes and then decided to go down stairs and try her hand at the slot machines. She grabbed her purse and the room key then shut the door quietly.

Downstairs the lights mesmerized her. She was drawn to the slots and sat down next to an old lady who was oblivious to what was going on around her. Within a half-hour, she had lost twenty dollars. Sighing, she stood up and turned around to come face to face with Hunter.

"Going somewhere?" He asked crossing his arms over his chest. Emily tried to get past him, but was unsuccessful. "I think you have some explaining to do."

"I don't have to explain anything to you." She found enough strength to push past him. Hunter grabbed her arm and pulled her into his side. "You let go of me or I'll scream."

"Like anyone will hear you over this noise in here. C'mon we're going to our room." He started walking toward the hotel lobby when Emily spotted Glen talking to the Rock. Hunter saw them too and turned to walk the other way.

"Glen!!" Emily yelled loudly. "Glen!" Glen looked over and saw Emily and rushed over to her.

"Hunter let her go. She doesn't want to be with you." Glen pushed Hunter away and Hunter swung at Glen. "Jesus you're stupid." Glen picked Hunter up and choke slammed him to the ground. Emily looked down at Hunter and couldn't help but laugh. "Go find someone your own size to pick on." Glen took Emily by the arm and led her to the elevator. "And what may I ask are you doing wandering around without Mark?"

"I wanted to gamble." She said looking at the ground. Suddenly she felt like the walls were closing in on her. "I didn't know that I wasn't allowed to go anywhere."

"You can go anywhere you want to. Just tell Mark where you are. Especially with Hunter acting like an asshole." The elevator doors opened and they stepped in. "So are you going back to Hunter tonight?"

"Does it look like I am?" Emily punched the button and the doors closed. "I don't want to be with Hunter anymore. I'm sick of being a pawn to him." Glen smiled. They both got off on her floor and walked to her room. She slid the key through the card reader and opened the door. She could hear Mark snoring loudly. "God he's loud."

"Try driving in a car with him." Glen laughed throwing a pillow at Mark, who sat up and looked around. "Rise from the dead, bad ass." Mark shook his head and stretched. "Em had a little run in with Hunter, but I took care of him."

"He's here already?" Mark asked. Glen and Emily nodded. "What happened?" Emily sat next to him. "Well?"

"I was playing slots and I was leaving to come up here and Hunter found me first. I was only gone for about a half hour. Luckily Glen was in the lobby and heard me yelling."

"I choke slammed his ass when he tried to hit me. That dumb ass won't learn to leave me alone."

"Well bitch boy is going to pay." Mark got up and looked out the window. "And I have the perfect way." He walked back to Emily and pulled her up. "That is if you're willing."

Chapter 8

Shelly

Mark and Emily walked through the streets of Las Vegas. It was after midnight and they had just come back from seeing one of the shows. They walked hand in hand and enjoyed the warm weather and the beautiful lights.

"It's gorgeous here." Emily said smiling. She stopped to watch the fountain in front of the Excaliber. "She was quiet for a moment and then looked up at him. "Is this for real?" He nodded with a smile. "I mean really?"

"Yes it's real." He smiled and kissed her. "Absolutely real. Let's go back to the room. I have the sudden urge to make love."

"What? No fucking?" Emily giggled against his chest.

"Nope. Nice slow lovemaking." He took her hand and they walked back to the hotel.

The next afternoon, Mark, Emily and Glen sat in a locker room talking about that night's show. Mark and Glen were teaming up to go against Hunter and the Rock.

"I never understood why you have to be here six hours early." Emily yawned, leaning against Mark's shoulder. She closed her eyes and yawned again. They didn't fall asleep until almost four that morning and had to be at the arena by one for the seven o'clock show.

Mark put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. "It's just one of those things, little one. Go to sleep...we'll wake you up when it's time." She nodded and drifted into a light sleep.

"Did you?" Glen asked. Mark nodded with a smile. Glen shook his head laughing. "Leave it to you to come up with these ideas." Mark shrugged and looked down at Emily.

Mark and Glen's match was scheduled to start at 10:15 that night. It was the second to last match. After Hunter and the Rock had gone to the ring, Emily came out of the locker room with Mark. He put his arm around her waist and just the feeling of him next to her made her feel assured everything would be all right. Glen went out first and then Mark's music was cued. They walked out together and Hunter almost flew over the ropes when he saw the two of them.

Emily was helped into the ring by Glen who was dressed as Kane and Mark had transformed himself into The Undertaker, dressed in tight blue jeans, a black leather vest and his long black trench coat along with the ever present bandana around his forehead. Emily had dressed similar to Mark in skintight leather pants and a little shirt exposing her stomach.

Hunter hated it when she showed her tattoo around her belly button because he thought it was bad to get tattoos and that only bikers got them. Emily had finally realized that he was nothing like the man that she once loved.

"I had my night with your girl Hunter, and let me say.... she's one hell of a woman." Mark said circling Hunter who was glaring at both of them. Emily stood near Glen and tried not to laugh. "I had one of the best nights with her and I think she has a few words to say to you." Mark came over and gave Emily the mic.

"Hunter, Hunter, Hunter...." Emily said tilting her head to look at him. "I remember when we met all those years ago. I was what sixteen? You left a year later to go to WCW to start your career? And you came running back to me after your little relationship with Chyna ended?"

"Your point?" Hunter asked. Emily looked back at Mark and smiled.

"Seems you've had some bad relationships in the past. Chyna dumps your ass because....how can I say this nicely...an asshole." Emily smiled. "And now, it’s my turn.”

"What?" Hunter yelled coming toward Emily. Mark and Glen rushed to her side and Hunter backed off. "What the hell do you mean you're leaving me? You're leaving me for that jacked up biker who's going to retire in two years?"

"Excuse me...but I don't think you should be talking like that to him." Emily said as Mark put his arm around her waist and pulled her next to him.

"And why not? Mr. American Bad Ass going to hurt me? I hate to break it to you Em, I'm the WWF Champion and I can kick his ass across this ring and back." Mark took the mic from Emily and looked at Glen and then at Hunter and the Rock. Rock was ultimately bored and leaning against the ring post.

"Hunter...let's get this straight. I told you the other night what I wanted. And I got it...all night long, by the way. And to top it off...." Mark took Emily's hand and held it out. "You won't ever have another chance to have her. She became my wife at eight last night." The crowd went wild thinking it was part of the story line.

"Bullshit." Hunter spat at them. "That's bullshit." He went flying at Mark. Glen went after Hunter along with Mark and Emily jumped to the ground to watch. The match ended with Hunter being choke slammed once more by Kane and Emily, Mark and Glen standing in the middle of the ring over top of Hunter.

Backstage, people were running up the Mark and Emily as they went toward his

dressing room.

"Are you really married?" Jeff Hardy asked as he walked to the parking garage with them. Emily showed him the ring. "So it's true."

"It's true, it's true." Emily laughed mimicking Kurt Angle. "I'm Mrs. Mark Calaway. Or...Mrs. Undertaker." Jeff hugged her and said congratulations and then ran to catch his ride with his brother. Everyone was leaving and heading home for the weekend. Mark and Emily were staying for one more day and then to Mark's house in Texas.

Chapter 9

Shelly

Mark took Emily to their new home in Austin, Texas. Mark had a nice three bedroom house in the country. Emily had been there once before for a party that Mark had.

"What do you want to do?" Mark asked sitting on the couch. He propped his feet up on the table and smiled at Emily. He began to undress her with his eyes, immediately feeling his dick harden. Emily glanced at his crotch and a smile came across her face.

"I'll meet you in the bedroom." Emily turned and ran into the bedroom. Mark was right behind her. He grabbed her arm and turned her around and kissed her hungrily. Emily reached down and unzipped his pants and reached inside, taking his hard cock into her hand. "Mmmm…. something needs attention." She smiled and sank to her knees, pulling Mark's jeans down with her. He moaned loudly as she took him into her mouth. Without notice, he pushed her back on the bed and kissed her neck and shoulders as he unbuttoned the front of her shirt. Once that was out of the way, he kissed his way further down, stopping at her breasts to squeeze her nipples with his fingers and then take each one into his mouth.

Mark continued to work his way down Emily's body, undressing her as he went. His tongue flicked her clit and he had to hold her hips down to keep her still.

"Mark…" she moaned loudly as his fingers slid inside her cunt. Emily grabbed Mark's head, pulling him in closer and then pushed him away. "Fuck me." Mark moved over her with a smile.

"Gladly, little one." He said kissing her as he slipped inside her. "Oh God." Mark pounded into her, and Emily arched her back and hips to meet his every thrust.

After a little while, Emily decided she wanted to taste him again. Mark had moved her on top of him, so she eased off of his cock and kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She then slowly ran her tongue down his body, tracing his tattoo on his stomach. She continued down until she reached his inner thigh. Emily ran her tongue lightly up and down his cock and then she began to suck his entire length into her mouth and circling the head with her tongue. Mark grabbed Emily's legs and pulled them over him so they were in a 69 position. He slowly began flicking her clit with his tongue again, causing her to stop sucking him to enjoy the feeling for a moment before taking him in her mouth.

"I want you on top again." He said awhile later. "I want to watch your tits bounce as you fuck me." Emily grinned and turned around, and straddled his body. She eased herself down onto his cock and looked him in the eye before leaning down and kissing him. Emily tasted her own juices on his lips and tongue. Her lips began moving faster on him and Mark took hold of her hips and moved his hips against hers. It wasn't long before they collapsed in a mutual orgasm.

"I can't move." Emily whispered in Mark's ear. He chuckled and kissed her cheek as he wrapped his arms around her. "I literally can't move."

"Here…" He gently rolled her onto her back and looked deeply in her eyes. He brought his mouth down upon hers and kissed her the same way he kissed her the very first time. A hard, "I want you" kiss that left her breathless. Almost immediately he was inside her again. Emily smiled and took his fingers into her mouth, gently licking and sucking each one. Mark's eyes closed and he let out a moan as then he began fucking her harder.

"Yes….fuck me." Emily moaned sucking on his fingers again.

"I want you doggie style." Mark opened his eyes and looked at her as he slowly withdrew his cock from her. "Turn around and get on your knees." Emily did as she was told, even though she had never been in that position before. Mark pressed her back down some and then lifted her hips to align them with his.

"Touch yourself." He said as he slid his cock into her again.

"What?" Emily asked hesitantly. Mark didn't answer, he reached for her hand and moved it between her legs. She slowly began to rub her clit with her thumb as her fingers felt his cock move in and out of her. Mark leaned down and ran his tongue down Emily's spine as his hand joined hers, sending her into another orgasm. "I'm coming!"

"That's it little one….tell me." He whispered thrusting inside her. "Tell me you're coming." He gave one last hard thrust, before he, himself was coming inside her. Emily fell forward onto the pillow breathless. Mark moved onto his side and cuddled against her. "God you're good."

"It's not just me. It's both of us." Emily turned her head to meet his kiss. "Now I really can't move." Mark laughed and kissed her neck. They were quiet for a few minutes when Mark broke the silence.

"I love you." Emily turned around and looked at him, stunned. "I'm serious. I'm in love with you."

"Mark… you know we weren't going to go through with this marriage. It was just to piss off Hunter."

"I know, but I love you." He said kissing her. "And I know you love me." Emily looked at him with wide eyes. His hair was a mess, as was hers, and in his eyes she could tell he was being honest and that he was happy.

"I love you too." She said quietly looking him the eye.

Chapter 10

Shelly

Six months later, Mark and Emily were still married. Emily had continued to stay on the road with Mark to keep him company and to be near him. She also stayed to torment Hunter who was not accepting her marriage to Mark. Emily felt some kind of amusement when she saw Hunter pissed off because he had caught her kissing Mark before matches.

Mark had decided to have a Christmas party the weekend after the last televised taping at their house in Texas. Everyone was going to be there, including Hunter. Emily flew home early to get everything ready.

"We're home!" Mark yelled coming into the kitchen through the garage. Emily was vacuuming the living room with the radio on full blast and didn't hear him come in. She was singing along with Limp Bizkit when suddenly the vacuum stopped.

"What the hell." She said looking down. She saw four shoes and looked up to see Mark and Glen. "Hi!" Emily threw her arms around Mark and hugged him. "How long have you been home?"

"Long enough to see you can't sing." Mark laughed kissing her. "Glen is staying with us through the holidays." Emily smiled at Glen and gave him a hug also. "What did you make us to eat, woman?"

"Go make yourself something. You have two hands." Emily laughed starting the vacuum again. Mark shook his head and went into the kitchen. Glen followed close behind.

"She's looking good." Glen replied sliding onto a bar stool. He opened a beer and took a long swallow. "Are you two happy?"

"I guess so." Mark leaned against the counter and looked into the living room. He could see Emily's back. She was singing again and he smiled. "Yeah, I think we are." Glen smiled and looked into the living room.

The following evening, the wrestlers began showing up around seven. Mark and Glen were answering the door while Emily finished getting ready. Mark had sent her out to get some new clothes to wear that afternoon and she was having trouble deciding what to wear. She finally decided on a leather two piece outfit with tight lace-up front pants with a bra-like top that accentuated her full chest. She pulled her hair up on the sides and added some soft curls and finished her makeup. With a smile, she slid on her shoes and went downstairs.

"God you look hot in leather." Mark whispered in her ear when he saw her. "I want to take it off you and go at it right now." He handed her a shot and smiled. "Drink up little one."

"Emily! Get over here!" Glen called. He motioned Emily to the other side of the room where he was talking to Jeff Hardy. Emily drank her shot and grabbed Mark's beer and went to the other side of the room. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Hunter and Stephanie sitting on the couch talking. He watched her every move as she sauntered over to Glen and kissed his cheek.

Mark continued to give Emily shot after shot and by midnight, she was pretty much wasted. Either Glen or himself were helping her around the room. She had even gotten into an argument with Stephanie over whether or not Hunter was good in bed, which gave everyone in the room a good laugh.

"I think little one needs to go to beddie bye." Glen slid his arm around Emily's waist to steady her. "C'mon I'll take you to bed." She looked at him with glassy eyes and smiled. "Mark, I'm taking her upstairs!"

"Fine…let her sleep it off." Mark laughed and went back to talking to Shawn Michaels and Billy Gunn about Wrestlemania.

Glen took Emily into her bedroom and laid her down on the bed. He took off her shoes and then covered her up with the blanket, figuring that Mark would help her undress once he came up to bed.

"Glen…." Emily said in her slurred voice. "Come here a minute." Glen turned from the door and walked back to the bed. Emily motioned for him to sit down next to her. He sat and waited for her to say something. Instead she sat up and put her arms around his neck. Glen prepared himself for her to kiss his cheek so she could lay back down, but was surprised when she kissed him fully on the lips. Not thinking, he kissed her back, enjoying the feeling of her lips and tongue. He had not been with a woman in almost a year and Emily was overwhelming him.

“Emily…we have to stop.” Glen whispered against her lips. She shook her head and kissed him again. “What if Mark walks up here?” Emily pulled back and looked toward the door.

“So lock the door.” She said matter-of-factly. Glen looked at her and shook his head. “C’mon…I want to see why they call you the big red machine.” Glen laughed and kissed her one last time.

“No…go to sleep.” It was hard to resist the urge to throw her down on the bed and fuck her. Emily pouted on the bed as Glen left the room. He went downstairs to find Mark. He had to tell him, just to make himself feel better.

Chapter 11

Shelly

Mark was hanging out in the kitchen with Steve Austin when Glen came in and grabbed a beer.

“Is Emily asleep?” Mark watched as Glen opened his beer and downed it in one gulp and then took another. “Easy there bro.”

“Yeah…well kinda.” Glen looked at Steve and gave him a “Leave us alone for a minute look”.

“I’m going to go find Deb and see what kinda trouble she’s causing.” Steve said. “I’ll catch in a bit Taker.” Mark nodded and looked back at Glen.

“She ok?”

“She’s fine.” Glen looked around the room, avoiding Mark’s glance. “She kissed me.”

“She kisses everybody.” Mark laughed. Glen shook his head.

“No Mark. Emily kissed me and I kissed her back.” Glen looked at the floor. “I had to tell you. I feel guilty.” Mark was quiet a minute and then a smile spread across his face.

“Don’t worry about it. If she wants to sleep with you, go for it. You wouldn’t believe how amazing she is in bed.” Mark took drank the last of his beer and pitched the bottle into the garbage and took another. Mark stared at him. “What?”

“You’re saying you’d let your wife sleep with someone else?”

“You’re not just someone else. I’ve known you for years.” Mark said. “Hell… you’re my brother.” Glen shook his head and Mark laughed. “Go for it.” Mark patted him on the shoulder and walked out of the room and back to the party.

“Damn.” Glen said grabbing a beer and following Mark to the living room.

Upstairs Emily laid in bed staring at the ceiling. She wanted Glen badly. One night she had told Mark and Mark wasn’t upset at all. He had even suggested that she sleep with him. He was actually giving her the green light to do it. He did, however, make sure to point out that Glen was the only one he’d allow that with. She knew that somewhere in the back of his head, he had a fear that she’d one day go back to Hunter.

Emily was sick of laying in bed. She was missing the party and she wasn’t tired. Sure she was drunk, but that didn’t mean she wanted to go pass out. She sat up and looked around the room. She was going back downstairs to have fun. And she was going to make sure that she got Glen tonight. She went downstairs and the first person she saw was Hunter and Stephanie kissing in the corner. She felt like she was going to throw up. They were taking their “marriage” a little far. Emily walked past them and headed toward her husband.

“Hey little one. I thought you were asleep.” Mark said pulling her down onto his lap.

“I don’t want to miss the party.” She smiled and looked directly at Glen who was sitting in the chair across from them. “Hey Steve…when did you get here?”

“About an hour or so ago. You were pretty much wasted.” Steve laughed.

“I still am.” She giggled. The party went on until two in the morning before people were leaving to go back to the hotel.

“Merry Christmas Mrs. Taker.” Hunter said sarcastically as he walked out the door.

“Merry Christmas Bitch Boy.” Emily said shutting the door on him. She laughed and turned around into Glen who had walked up behind her. “Excuse you.” She looked up at him and smiled.

“Arguing with your ex again?” he put his arm around her waist as they walked into the living room where Mark was starting to clean up. “Look who I found.” Mark looked at her and winked. Emily fell into the chair and closed her eyes. “Sleepy?”

“No. I have a headache.” She said rubbing her temples. Mark kneeled next to her and kissed her nose.

“Go to bed little one. I’ll be up after I clean up.” His lips touched hers and her eyes opened. “Glen will take you up.” Emily grinned and looked at Glen. “Go on.”

Glen was more than willing to help Emily upstairs to the bedroom. He figured that if Mark wasn’t going to be upset, he was going to make the most of it. Emily walked over to her dresser once she got in the room and pulled out a long t-shirt and disappeared into the bathroom. Glen sat on the edge of the bed, waiting patiently for her. She finally reappeared and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. The hem of the shirt only came to the middle of her thighs. She walked in front of him and ran her fingers through his hair. He reached up and pulled her into him, pressing his head against her chest.

“Kiss me.” She softly said leaning down to press her lips against his. Glen kissed her hard, pulling Emily even tighter against him. One hand gripped her ass and the other gripped the back of her head. He could feel her relax into the kiss. Taking a chance, he let his hand slid underneath the t-shirt and he was surprised to find that there was nothing underneath. Glen continued his exploration of Emily’s body, never breaking their kiss. His hands moved over her full breasts and lightly pinched her already hard nipples. Emily moaned softly against his mouth.

“Do you really want to do this?” He asked her pulling back so he could look her in the eyes.

“Yes.” She said pushing him back on the bed. In the six months that Mark and her and had been married, she had slowly began to get more aggressive in bed, something that Mark thoroughly enjoyed. She straddled his lap and slid the t-shirt over her head. Glen’s eyes took in her figure and he felt his cock grow harder than it already was. “Mmmm….” Emily smiled and wiggled her hips against him. “Enjoy the view?”

“I know I do.” Mark said from the doorway. Emily turned around to see Mark entering the room. Glen pushed her off him and sat up. “No need to stop. I told you to go ahead.” Mark walked over to his wife and kissed her deeply. She responded by grabbing a handful of his long red mane and pulling him down onto the bed. “Do we want to play little one?” Emily hungrily kissed him, while unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. Once that was done, she began to work on his jeans, which he assisted by taking off for her.

Glen stood by the bed taking in the site of his best friend and his wife making out naked on their bed. He didn’t know whether or not to join in or leave.

Chapter 12

Shelly

Glen moved onto the bed and stroked Emily's hair and back while she continued to ride Mark. Emily reached out and grabbed Glen's hair and pulled him toward her so she could kiss him. She slid her tongue into his mouth and kissed him deeply, never missing a beat with Mark. Glen reached up and pinched a nipple in between his fingers, causing Emily to moan against his mouth.

"It's Glen's turn to play." Mark said watching his wife kiss his best friend. Emily moved from Mark and laid down on the bed with a smile on her face. Glen immediately moved between her legs and slid his tongue into her cunt. Emily moaned in delight at the feeling of his tongue and raise her hips off the bed. Mark moved up toward her head and she eagerly took his still hard cock into her mouth. She sucked the tip of the head, smearing the little drops of cum over her lips. She gasped when she felt Glen's fingers slide into her ass and she opened her mouth, Mark pushed his cock further into her mouth. He reached down and stroked her face and watched as she sucked him. "That's it little one….suck my cock." He moaned. Emily's hand moved over the soft skin of his cock as she sucked him, causing Mark to grab the back of her head and keep her from moving.

"I want to fuck you Emily." Glen said suddenly. Emily let Mark's cock slip from her lips and smiled at Glen who was kissing her stomach. Emily looked up at Mark and Mark nodded. "Is that ok?"

"More than ok." Emily said propping herself up on her elbows to look at him. Mark moved to the chair next to the bed to watch before joining in on the action.

"There's something else." Glen murmured slipping his tongue between Emily's lips. She kissed him back and running a hand over his shoulders and arm. "I want to fuck your ass while Mark is fucking you." Emily's eyes widened and she looked at Mark.

"I uh….umm." Emily stammered. "Mark?"

Mark moved back on the bed. "It's ok honey. I'll be right here with you." Mark whispered in her ear as he stroked her hair. "If it hurts, we'll stop ok?" Emily nodded, an uneasy, yet curious feeling coming over her. She had yet to be fucked that way successfully. Hunter had wanted and they had tried once, but she couldn't go through with it. This was the first time that Mark had even brought up the subject. "How do you want her Glen?"

"Her on top of you." Glen said before he bent down to flick his tongue over Emily's nipples. "Do you have any lube?" Mark nodded and handed Glen a tube of KY jelly out of the nightstand. Emily glanced at Mark wondering why he had that. He smiled and kissed her, pulling her against his chest.

"Come here little one." He whispered against her cheek. Mark hugged her tightly, kissing her and whispering in her ear before he lay back on the bed and she slid his cock inside of her. "Mmmm….you feel good." Mark watched as her hips moved up and down on his. He knew that Emily loved being on top now that she had become comfortable with different aspects of sex. After about five minutes, he had to have Emily slow down before he came inside her. With a little nod to Glen, Glen moved behind Emily. Emily jumped when she felt Glen's lips against the back of her neck and over her shoulders.

"I'll be careful." Glen whispered in her ear as he slid his tongue around her ear and neck. "I need you to lean over Mark." Emily did as she was told and Mark began kissing her and rubbing her back. "Now relax baby." Emily closed her eyes and waited for pain. Glen rubbed the jelly onto his cock and then slowly pushed into Emily's ass. Emily gritted her teeth and Mark stopped moving until Glen said ok.

"You ok?" Mark asked watching his wife's facial expressions. Emily nodded and opened her eyes to look at him. "You sure?" She nodded again and yelped as the head of Glen's cock pushed into her. "Relax little one." He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. It took about 15 minutes, but Glen finally was all the way in.

"God, she's so tight." Glen gasped as he moved slowly in and out of her. Emily moaned as Mark and Glen began moving inside her. She thought she was going to pass out from all the stimulation.

"Ohhh." Emily moaned biting down on Mark's shoulder. He tightened his grip around her and kissed her. "God that feels good." She sat up a little and looked back at Glen who was pumping his cock into her. "Someone fuck me now!" Mark smiled and moved faster, causing Glen to do the same. Glen was the first to come and with one hard thrust, he exploded inside Emily, causing her to fall into Mark. He slowly withdrew and went into the bathroom.

"How was that?" Mark asked rolling Emily onto her back. Emily smiled and kissed him. "Fuck me and I'll tell you." Emily said with a sparkle in her eye. Mark didn't need to hear anything else, he began pumping his cock into Emily causing her to arch up to meet his thrusts. "Yes...fuck me honey!" Neither of them noticed Glen moved next to Emily. He laid on his side next to her and ran his tongue over her nipple. Her hand moved to his head, holding it in place. "I'm going to come!" Emily's back arched and she moaned loudly as the orgasm took over her body.

Feeling Emily's muscles tighten around his cock, caused him to come with her and he collapsed next to her, both of their breathing ragged. She looked at Mark and then at Glen with a smile. "I liked that."

"Did you." Mark asked kissing her. She nodded and kissed him back and then turned Glen to kiss him.

"It felt good having both you fuck me." She ran her hand through Glen's hair and then laid back on the bed. "Now I have to sleep, I can't move." Mark laughed and pulled the blanket over her.

"Well my dear, I'm going to bed." Glen whispered in her ear. "You slip tight and have nice dreams of what we just did. See you both in the morning."

"Night." Emily and Mark said together. Mark turned out the light and then rolled on his side to get closer to Emily.

"Night little one." He whispered in her ear, but she didn't hear him. She was already asleep.

Chapter 13

Shelly

Mark and Glen had go back on the road the second week of January. Emily had met with Vince about possibly working with the writers while on the road and Vince made her a promise that if she started taking courses at the community college, he would think about it. Mark agreed to pay for Emily's college if she stayed home for spring semester, which she jumped on the opportunity and enrolled in two classes. She happened to start the same night that Mark left for England.

"You going to be ok?" Mark asked watching Emily search for her car keys. Emily glanced at him.

"Why wouldn't I be?" She asked looking under the mail that had piled up on the table. She found her keys and stuck them in her pocket. "You're not leaving until nine. I'll be home by then."

"I know. I just feel bad leaving you for three weeks alone."

"I'll be fine honey. Just think. If I get a degree…I can bring in a second income." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips. He pulled her into a hug and inhaled the smell of her hair and kissed the top of her head.

"I just want you to be with me." He said softly. "Now get to school. I like smart women." He smacked her on the butt as she waved and walked out the door.

Class went by slowly and finally she left at eight to go home. Her cell phone beeped letting her know she had voicemail. She picked it up and dialed. It turned out to be Mark saying that he had to leave early to meet Vince and he'd call from England. Emily frowned and turned off the phone. She was hoping to see him before he left.

When she pulled into the driveway, she noticed a car sitting down the street. She glanced at it and then hurried inside, locking the door behind her. Even though she felt safe in her house with the expensive alarm, she didn't like being alone in it. She tended to get lonely. Emily wandered through the house making sure everything was locked and then settled into the living room with her textbooks to read her homework.

An hour or two went by and she was oblivious to everything. The doorbell jolted her back into the real world and she threw the book on the coffee table to go see who was there. She opened the door and her eyes widened.

"Miss me?" Hunter asked standing at the door. She started to slam it shut and he pushed past her. ""C'mon Em. How long do you think this little marriage is going to last? Hubby goes to England, leaves you home alone. Get real." Emily could smell the alcohol on his breath and it made her sick to her stomach.

"Leave Hunter. I don't want you here." She hissed at him trying to push him toward the door, but she was obviously no match for him with her tiny frame. Hunter laughed and kicked the door shut. She yelled out in pain as he gripped her arm tight. "Hunter let go!"

"Make me." Hunter said dragging her into the living room. Emily punched and pulled at his arm trying to make him loose his grip. "Quit it bitch." He threw her down on the couch and kicked the phone away from her. "You're mine tonight." Emily scooted backward until her back hit the arm of the couch. Hunter grabbed her ankle, yanking her back down toward him. "Ha…think you're going somewhere?"

"Hunter…you don't want to do this." Emily said in a small voice, clearly frightened by Hunter. She had never seen him like this and she was scared to death. Hunter reached over and unbuttoned her jeans and Emily closed her eyes. "Please don't Hunter. Don't do this to me."

"You were mine." He said yanking her jeans off her. "Damn it! You're still mine!" She heard him undoing his jeans and she lifted her leg to kick him. He grabbed her foot and pushed her leg up to he chest. "Don't fight me you little slut. You're going to get what you've been missing all these months." Emily started screaming, praying that one of her neighbors were out walking the dogs. Hunter covered her mouth and Emily had to fight to breathe.

"Hunter…NO!" she yelled against his hand. His laugh sounded far off, like it was almost not him. He slammed into her, making her cry out in pain. Tear streamed down her face and she kept her eyes closed tightly. Once he was done, he got up and left. Emily rolled off the couch and curled up into a little ball on the floor, crying hysterically.

Chapter 14

Shelly

Mark and Glen sat in the lobby of the airport with Vince waiting for the plane. Mark tapped his foot impatiently and looked toward the counter where a group of people had huddled. He could see Hunter’s head and groaned.

“What?” Glen asked looking in the direction Mark was staring at. Mark shook his head. “You still have it out for Hunter?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Mark mumbled leaning back and closing his eyes. Vince was chatting on his cell phone to Stephanie and Stephanie’s amplified voice was giving him a headache.

“Flight 201 to England has been canceled.” A voice said over the loud speaker. “Again that is Flight 201 to England has been canceled.” Mark opened his eyes and looked at Glen and Vince.

“Looks like we’re going home.” Mark stood up and picked up his bag.

“I’ll call you two tomorrow and let you know when we’re leaving.” Vince mumbled shoving his cell phone into his coat pocket. “Glen where will you be?”

“I’ll be at Mark’s more than likely.” Glen said as Mark nodded. Vince checked his date book to make sure the number was correct and said he’d see them tomorrow and went to go talk to Hunter and the others. “Emily will be glad you’re home for one more night.”

“Yeah…I’m sure she will.” Mark smiled as they walked out the door to the parking lot.

Emily was still huddled in a ball on the floor shaking. She was afraid to move because she didn’t know if Hunter was still in the house. She couldn’t remember if she had heard the door shut. She waited another five minutes and then sat up and looked around. The front door was shut and looked as if it had never been touched. Emily crawled to where Hunter had kicked the phone and dialed Mark’s cell hoping he hadn’t boarded the plane yet. It came back telling her that the number she dialed was either unavailable or out of the service area.

“Damn it Mark!” She threw the phone at the wall. Grabbing the blanket off the chair, she wrapped it around herself and walked into the kitchen. Her head was throbbing, along with her arms and legs. She grabbed the aspirin out of the cupboard and took them without water. She leaned down on the counter and started crying again. Why would Hunter do that to her? What was wrong with him? The front door opened and Emily dropped to the floor behind the counter and started shaking. “No…don’t come back!” She huddled against the cupboard and wrapped the blanket around her tighter.

“Emily?” Mark called. “You home yet?”

“She must not be home from school.” Glen said shutting the door. Emily heard them and started crying harder, unable to call to them.

“Class ended at like nine I think. Maybe she’s in the living room.” Mark threw his suitcase down in the entry way and headed toward the living room. “What the hell?” Glen followed him. Glen found her jeans thrown on the floor, the phone smashed on the other side of the room and buttons off her shirt on the couch. “Emily!” Mark and Glen went running through the house. Emily stayed where she was, still crying and unable to move. Mark heard crying from the kitchen and went in. “Baby, you in here?” He looked down by the sink and saw her sitting on the floor wrapped in the blanket. “Holy shit! Baby, you ok? What happened?”

Emily looked up at him, her face streaked with mascara from crying. Her hair was a mess and she was only partially dressed. Mark knelt down and pulled her into him. She clung to him as he lifted her up and took her into the living room and sat her down on the couch. She sobbed harder, trying to speak between gasps for breath.

“What happened?” Glen asked walking in the living room and saw Emily on the couch. Mark shook his head and smoothed down Emily’s hair.

“I……” she cried covering her face so she wouldn’t have to look at them. She buried her face into the side of the couch and rolled into a ball. Mark knelt down and kissed her tear streaked face.

“C’mon little one. What happened? Are you ok?” Mark asked gently rubbing her shoulder. She looked at him and shook her head. “Tell me what happened. Please.”

“Hunter attacked me.” She finally said, able to talk in a full sentence. “He raped me.” Mark stood up and his face turned bright red. Emily started crying again and Glen pulled her into him whispering that it would be ok. He rocked her while Mark paced the floor, steam practically coming from his ears.

“He’s going to die.” Mark said finally. “I’m going to find that son of a bitch and kill him.” Emily opened her eyes and glanced at him. Glen still had his arms around her and was smoothing her hair down. Mark knelt next to Emily once more. “He’s never going to touch my wife again.” He kissed her hand, looked at Glen and then left the room. The next thing they heard was the motorcycle leaving the driveway. Emily looked at Glen, worry in her eyes. Glen shook his head and hugged her tightly.

“Don’t worry Em, things are going to be ok. Let Mark and I take care of everything.” He whispered as he kissed the top of her head.

Chapter 15

Shelly

Emily took a scalding hot shower and then cuddled next to Glen in her bed. He read a book while she slept as he waited for Mark to get back. Mark showed up close to five in the morning. The first thing he did was go into the bathroom and shower. Glen was out of the room before Mark was done. Mark got in bed and laid on his side looking at Emily. She was everything to him and Hunter had hurt her and now Hunter was going to pay once he found him. Emily stirred, her eyes fluttering in the middle of a dream.

“Sleep little one.” Mark whispered and closed his eyes. He didn’t sleep long and woke three hours later. He looked at Emily to see if she was awake. She had been restless and had woken up a few times, but now seemed to be in a deep sleep. Mark got out of bed, making sure to cover her back up and then went downstairs. Glen was sitting at the table drinking coffee and looking out the window. They nodded an acknowledgement to each other as Mark went to Emily’s purse and took out her address book.

“What are you doing?” Glen asked looking at Mark flipping through the pages. Mark ignored him and picked up the phone.

“Hi, can I talk to Syn please?” Mark asked to the person answering the phone. “Syn? This is Mark, Emily’s husband.” He was quiet while the person said something. “I need you to come stay with Emily for awhile. I’m not going to go into over the phone, but its kind of an emergency.” He was quiet again and then finally spoke. “Don’t worry about the plane fare. I’ll buy you the ticket. It’ll be waiting at the counter and someone will pick you up at the airport here.” He nodded and wrote something down on a piece of paper. “At least a month if not longer. Ok…we’ll see you tonight. And Syn…thank you. We both appreciate this.” He hung up and sighed. He went to the counter and grabbed himself some coffee and sat down at the table.

“Who in the hell is Syn?” Glen asked looking at Mark who was staring off into space as he stirred his coffee.

“Emily’s best friend. She was out here a few months ago.” Mark said standing up to go to the phone again where he bought a plane ticket for this afternoon. He also called Syn back to let her know what time her plane would land. He then called Vince and let Vince know that Glen and himself would be in England the next day, that Emily was sick and they couldn’t leave her. He wrote down more information and hung up. “We’re leaving tomorrow at four to go to England. Vince isn’t happy with us, but he said if Em is that sick, we better stay with her.” He looked toward the stairs when he heard a noise. Emily didn’t come down so he figured she was still asleep. “I don’t want Emily to know Syn is coming, ok? I’m going to need you to go pick her up tonight.” Glen nodded and they sat in silence.

Emily slept most of the day, only waking up long enough to eat a sandwich that Mark made for her. He sat with her the entire day watching her sleep.

Glen left at six to go pick Syn up at the airport. All Mark had told him was that she was around 5’7 ½, long auburn colored hair, a nice body and you’d be able to tell who she was.

Glen stood in the lobby by the gate for her plane and waited. He saw a woman walk into the room and he immediately scanned her over. He had no idea if it was Syn, but she was hot.

“You the guy who is suppose to pick me up?” the woman asked looking him over.

“Depends, who are you?” Glen asked catching her eye. She smiled at him.

“Syn Daniels.” She said extending her hand. He shook it.

“I’m Glen Jacobs, Mark’s friend. Nice to meet you.” Glen smiled at her. “Let’s get your bags and get back to the house. Mark is expecting us.”

Chapter 16

Shelly

Glen and Syn drove back to the house in silence. Finally Glen broke the silence.

“Is Syn short for something?” Glen asked glancing at her. She laughed and looked at him.

“Short for Synderfuckenrella.” She said straight-faced. Glen started laughing. “I’m serious.”

“You are not. Next you’re going to tell me you have a brother named Jack.” Glen smiled at her and noticed her expression changed.

“I do have a brother named Jack.” She looked out the window. “He’s my twin.” She looked back at him. “Seriously, my name is Syn. It’s Greek. Don’t know where my parents got it from.” He nodded and kept driving. “How do you know Mark and Emily?”

“I guess you wouldn’t recognize me without the mask.” Glen said as he pulled into the driveway. Syn stared at him and shook her head. “I’m Kane.”

“No shit.” She said. “Wow. I’ve met three wrestlers in my life. This must be some sort of freakin’ record.” She got out of the car once Glen put it in park and shut the door. “Sorry, I’m not a wrestling freak like Emmy.” Glen watched her walk inside the door and followed her shaking his head.

“Hey there Syn-ful.” Mark said hugging her when she came through the door. “Emily is asleep upstairs.”

“What’s going on?” Mark looked toward the stairs and then took Syn into the living room and told her what happened. Syn sat dumbfounded “You ok?”

“I’m going to kill that mother fucker.” Syn said cracking her knuckles. Glen watched Syn from the entryway, amazed by her looks and her attitude.

“Syn, I want you here for Emily, not to go beating the shit out of Hunter. Glen and I are going to take care of that.” Mark said looking toward the stairs where Emily was standing.

“Syn?” Emily asked confused looking at her best friend. Syn turned around and looked at Emily and then ran to her and hugged her. “What are you doing here?”

“Mark called me, hon. How are you doing?” Syn asked helping Emily down the last couple of steps.

“I’m just tired and sore.” Emily said sitting in a chair in the living room. Mark came over to her and kissed her head and sat on the arm next to her. “I still don’t understand why you’re here.”

“I called her so that you’re not alone. Glen and I have to leave tomorrow to go to England and someone needs to stay with you.” Mark stroked Emily’s hair and looked down at her. “Don’t put up a fight. You haven’t seen Syn in a few months anyway, it’ll give you a chance to catch up.”

“We can go look for bikers.” Syn laughed looking at Mark for a response. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I’m kidding. We’ll do girl stuff. But we will be getting a tattoo. I decided on that on the flight down here.”

“Who picked you up?” Emily pulled her legs underneath her and leaned into Mark. She didn’t see Glen standing in the doorway and jumped when he spoke.

“I did.” He said walking in. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” She smiled at him and watched as he sat on the couch. She knew she was going to have to get rid of that couch if she ever wanted to be able to stay in the living room. “You’re friend has an interesting name.”

“God Syn, you didn’t tell him the Synderella thing did you?” Emily groaned as a smile came over Syn’s face. Emily shook her head laughing. “I’m hungry, honey.” Mark smiled and kissed her nose.

“I’ll go order pizza.” He left the room and Emily’s eyes followed him and then went back to Syn.

“Thanks for coming out here.” Emily said softly. “I don’t know what I would have done since they’re leaving.” Syn smiled and reached her hand out to touch Emily’s.

“You owe me.” Syn laughed. Emily nodded and leaned back in the chair closing her eyes, glad that her best friend was going to be around for awhile.

Chapter 17

Shelly

A week went by and Emily was becoming herself again. She had regained her sense of humor, with Syn’s help, and also her appetite. Especially when Syn made her mom’s famous Chili.

“I’ve missed this stuff.” Emily said as they sat at the kitchen counter waiting for the chili to cook. She inhaled the aroma and smiled at her best friend. “So…how’s the love life?”

“Non existent.” Syn rolled her eyes. “Shawn and I broke up. He wasn’t ready for a commitment.” Emily shook her head. “So while I’m here, I’m finding me a man.” Emily laughed and spun around on the barstool. “What in the hell are you doing?”

“I’m getting antsy. I’m sick of being in the house. Let’s go out and do something.” Emily said gripping the counter before spinning again. “I’m stir crazy in here!” Syn smiled and nodded.

“Well my dear Emily, we’re going to get tattoos tonight.” Syn said stopping Emily’s stool with her foot. “And you will be getting one yourself.” Emily grinned. Syn was the one who had convinced her to get the one around her belly button after Hunter had left her to go to the WCW. Emily thought back to that time. Syn had told the tattoo artist that she was her step-mom and he had believed her. “What are you smiling at?”

“When you told Smoke that you were my step mom.” Emily laughed Syn grinned and hopped off the bar stool to go stir the chili. “That was hilarious.”

“What are friends for?” Syn smiled.

Later that evening, they were walking out the door to leave for the tattoo shop when the phone rang.

“Hello?” Emily said leaning against the wall and motioning for Syn to wait a minute.

“Hey little one, how are you feeling?” Mark asked. Emily grinned and mouthed Mark to Syn who was tapping her foot impatiently.

“I’m doing ok. Syn and I were getting ready to go out.” She rolled her eyes at Syn who was making faces at her. “What are you up to?”

“Leaving. Glen and I are coming home for awhile.” Mark said. The phone crackled from the bad connection. “I think we’re going to get disconnected. I’ll see you tomorrow night. I love you Em.”

“I love you too, Mark.” Emily said as the phone cut off. Emily hung up the phone and looked at Syn. “They’re coming home already.” Syn raised an eyebrow and grabbed Emily’s arm to hurry her out the door.

“Why?” She asked as they got in the car. Emily shrugged. “I’ll guess we’ll find out tomorrow.”

Emily and Syn went to Gargoyle Tattoos on the other side of town and the tattoo artist immediately recognized Emily.

“Hey Em. How ya doing?” Mike asked when he saw them walk in. “Where’s the old man at?” Mike’s smile widened when he saw Syn walk in behind Emily.

“He’s on his way home from England.” Emily said leaning over the counter to kiss Mike on the cheek. Mike and Mark had been friends for years and Emily had gone with Mark to get his latest tattoo not long after they got married. “Mike, this is my friend Syn. Syn, this is Mark’s friend Mike.”

“Nice to meet you.” Syn said shaking Mike’s hand. Mike smiled at Syn.

“Same.” Mike looked at both women and smiled. “So what can I do for you two gorgeous women?” His eyes trailed over Syn’s body and then back up to her eyes and he winked at her. Emily looked at Syn and Syn shrugged.

“We want tattoos.” Syn replied. “And I want one right here.” She pulled her shirt open and pointed to her breast. Emily’s mouth dropped open. “What Emmy? Didn’t think I’d just pull my shirt open?”

“Well no.” Emily shook her head and followed Mike and Syn to the back. “Hey Snake.” Snake looked up from tattooing a bald guy’s head and nodded at her. Mike took them to the backroom where he did all his tattoos and told Syn to sit in the chair. Emily sat on the piercing table and listened as Syn described her tattoo to Mike. Mike nodded and began drawing on a sheet of paper. “How long is this going to take?”

“Got some hot date I don’t know about, Em?” Syn asked with a wicked grin. Emily stuck her tongue out at her. “There get your tongue pierced!” Mike looked up at Emily to see what she was doing. “I bet Mark would love it.”

“Or Glen.” Emily said without thinking. Syn’s eyes widened and Mike looked amused.

“Glen huh?” Syn smiled. “I could sense something between the two of you.” She looked at Mike when Emily avoided her look. “You ready yet?”

“Ready for what baby?” Mike asked applying the stencil to Syn’s breast. Emily groaned and hopped off the table and wandered out front. A few minutes later, she heard the whirring of the gun and knew that Syn’s tattoo was underway. She looked at the flash samples on the wall and found the tattoo that she wanted. It was a Celtic design that would go across her lower back and she had her eye on it the last time she was in here with Mark. She smiled at the thought of Mark tracing the design with his tongue and a shiver went up her spine. That was the first time she had thought about anything sexual since the attack. Emily sat down on the couch and flipped through magazines and ended up tossing them back on the table. She needed a cigarette, something she hadn’t done in years.

“Syn… where’s your cigs at?” Emily asked wandering back into the back room. Syn was talking to Mike who was mixing a new color for the tattoo. “Hey chic, that looks nice.” Syn had described a cross that had a rose around it and it looked good. “Now gimme a cigarette, I’m dying for one.”

“You smoke, Em?” Mike asked. “Mark know about that?”

“He chews, so what’s the deal? Both of us will get cancer and we’ll die happy.” Emily laughed as Syn took a cigarette herself and then threw Emily the pack. Emily lit one and inhaled deeply. “Ahhhh….” Syn laughed.

“I’ll turn you back into your bad self before I leave. You’re too goody-goody anymore.” Syn said blowing smoke rings. “She use to be like me, then she left to go on the road with the asshole and changed.”

“He wasn’t an asshole.” Emily said surprised that she was defending Hunter.

“You’re calling the dead man an asshole?” Mike asked surprised.

“Who’s the dead man?” Syn asked confused. “I’m talking about that prick Hunter.” Mike started laughing. “Emily use to date him until she got a wild streak in her again and took off and married Mark.”

“Mark is the dead man.” Emily laughed leaning back and smoking the rest of the cigarette. Syn shrugged. “But then little miss, I hate wrestling, wouldn’t know that, would you?”

“Guess I wouldn’t.” Syn said as Mike finished her tattoo. Within ten minutes, she was done and it was Emily’s turn. She laid flat on her stomach as Mike placed the stencil on her lower back. “Mark is going to love that.”

“I’m sure we can find you a guy who likes yours too. But I’m warning you, all I know is wrestlers anymore.”

“And tattoo artists.” Mike said smacking Emily on the butt. He glanced back at Syn who was sitting on the table now, her shirt hanging open so the tattoo could air out. She smiled at him and winked. Emily’s tattoo took longer than Syn’s and they were out of their by midnight and Syn was also given Mike’s phone number. “Come see me again Syn.”

“Next time I’m in town.” She said smiling. “C’mon Em.” The two girls left and went back to Emily’s.

Chapter 18

Shelly

Mark and Glen came home the next afternoon to find Emily laying on the floor and Syn stretched out in the chair, both of them only wearing jeans and their bras.

“My, my, my.” Glen said walking into the living room. “What a nice site.” Mark laughed when he saw the two of them. “What are you two doing?”

“I can’t wear a shirt, it lays against my boob.” Syn said eyeing Glen up and down. For some reason, he looked really good to her today.

“And I can’t because it lays across my back.” Emily said rolling onto her side to look up at Mark who stood over her. “We got tattoos last night.” Mark bent over and rolled her onto her stomach to look at her.

“I like it.” Mark said looking at the design. “Did Mike do it?” Emily nodded and stood up with his help. He wrapped his arm around her.

“Why are you home?” Mark looked at Glen and Glen looked back at Syn. “What did you guys do?”

“We were told not to come back until Saturday for the house show in St. Louis.” Mark sat down on the couch and pulled Emily into his lap. Glen was still staring at Syn and smiling.

“What did you two bad boys do?” Syn asked looking around Glen to Mark. Mark glanced at Emily. “C’mon so-called Dead Man, tell us.” Emily laughed when Syn said that due to the fact she never heard him called that until last night. “And let me guess.” She looked up at Glen and licked her lips. “You’re a crispy critter.” Glen laughed and sat on the other side of the couch. “I like my men hot by the way.” Emily rolled her eyes and looked at Mark who raised an eyebrow at her.

“She needs a man.” Emily said softly to Mark. He nodded and then kissed her, enjoying the softness of her lips and tongue. He had missed her the last week and couldn’t wait to get home to see how she was doing. “So, Hon, tell us what happened.”

“Well…Undertaker and Kane did a little more damage then intended to Hunter.” Mark said as if Undertaker was a totally different person. “Vince set up a tag-team match for Take and Kane against Hunter and Austin. Kind of a lead up to the Rumble next month. Well, I snapped and broke Hunter’s arm while rope-walking and Kane ended up choke-slamming him. Vince suspended us until Saturday.”

“Damn.” Syn said smiling. “I wouldn’t have gone that far.” She winked at Glen who was still staring at her. “Hey Crisp, take a picture it lasts longer.” Glen looked away and Emily laughed.

“Let’s take these two ladies out to dinner.” Mark said watching Emily stand up. “If they’d go put clothes on.” Emily leaned down and kissed Mark quickly. “Put on something sexy, if you feel up to it little one.”

Emily and Syn hurried upstairs and reappeared a few minutes later. Syn had changed into a tank top and a pair of black leather pants and the outfit was completed with a pair of black leather boots with heels. Glen looked up at Syn from the chair he was sitting in and his mouth dropped open. “Hey Syn-ful…don’t you look hot.”

“Wait until you see your wife. I fixed her up for ya.” She said walking past Mark. She turned around and winked at him. “You owe me big, bud.” She walked into the living room and sat next to Glen and smiled at him. “Got a drooling problem?” Glen smiled and they began chatting about where to go to eat.

Emily descended down the stairs, afraid she was going to fall in Syn’s boots. The had laughed when Syn opened one of her suitcases to show Emily the three pairs of leather boots she had brought.

“Leather fetish, Syn?” Emily had commented. Syn just smiled and held up a leather top and threw it at Emily. “What’s this for?”

“You dumbass. I bought it and it doesn’t fit me, so it’s yours. I know it’ll fit your huge chest.” Syn laughed and threw Emily a pair of leather pants too. “Go get dressed. You’ll thank me later.” Emily had disappeared into her room and changed. The top did fit and only covered her breasts, exposing her stomach and her back. “Your tat looks good with those pants.” Syn had done her hair and then told her to wait until she was downstairs to come on down herself. Now she was afraid she was going to go head first down the stairs.

“Hey sexy.” Mark said meeting Emily half way up the stairs. Emily smiled and took his hand.

“Let’s go…I’m starving.”

The four went outside when Mark got the great idea to take the bikes. Emily and Syn eagerly jumped on the back after the guys had both started one. They took off and went to a bar that Mark liked to go to.

“God this is a hole in the wall.” Syn said climbing off the back of the bike. Emily climbed from the back of Mark’s bike and followed everyone inside. “Hmm…we’ll fit right in Em. Biker sluts.”

“Yo Taker! What’ll it be man?” The bartender asked when Mark and Glen walked in. “Hey there Kane, didn’t know you were in town.” Mark and Glen shook hands with the bartender. “Yo babes, can I help you with something?” Mark and Glen both smiled and looked at Emily and Syn standing near the door.

“They’re with us.” Mark said. “Give us four beers.” The bartender handed Mark the beers and smiled at Syn.

“Yo, babe…got a man?” he asked leaning over the counter as Syn followed the guys toward a pool table. She stopped and looked at him. “Something as hot as you better have one.”

“I have a crispy critter.” Syn said with a smile. She walked over to where Mark and Emily were arguing over who was going to break the balls. “Playing teams I take it?”

“Yep…us against them.” Glen said handing Syn a beer and watching her drink it down.

“Easy there hon, we have all night.” Syn smiled and winked at Glen.

“Quit your arguing and let’s get it on!” Syn said walking between Mark and Emily to grab Glen’s cue stick. Mark finally let Emily break and the balls scattered across the table and the white ball dropped in the pocket.

“That is why I don’t let you go first.” Mark said as Emily walked back to him. She held her stick up and threatened to smear him with chalk. “Try it and you’re walking home.” Emily rolled her eyes and pressed her back up against Mark to watch Syn.

“You know, I have no idea how to do this.” Syn said looking at Glen. Her eyes drifted over him to his jeans and leather chaps. She had a vision of him wearing only the chaps flashed through her head. “Can you help me Crisp?”

“Syn!” Emily said. Syn glared at Emily and Emily shut her mouth and watched as Glen moved behind Syn and pressed against her.

“Now, just lean over like this and follow through with your arm and you’ll hit the balls.” Glen murmured in Syn’s ear. He resisted the urge to run his tongue along her ear lobe.

“What if I don’t want to hit the balls?” She asked turning her head. Their lips met in a quick kiss, that surprised them both. “I may just want to play with them.” Glen stood up and smiled. “That’s it?”

“What?”

“That’s the only instruction I get on how to play pool?” she stood up and looked at him. Emily and Mark were laughing in the corner and Syn turned around and looked at them. They weren’t paying attention to the game, they were laughing and kissing each other. Syn turned her attention back to Glen.

“I’ll give you a private instruction of how to play with my balls later.” Glen backed Syn up against the table. His lips brushing against hers.

“Honey, you don’t have to instruct me. I can show you things that will make your head spin.” She smiled seductively and turned around to shoot. She looked over her shoulder at Glen and shot the balls, sending three of them into the pockets. She stood up, and blew the chalk off the cue tip and then ran her tongue over her lips. She ran the table and then leaned against the wall looking at her friends. “We gonna eat or what?” Mark looked at her from where he was talking with Emily. “Beer does not fill me up.” They moved to a booth where Emily and Mark sat on one side and Glen and Syn sat on the other. They ordered food and sat and talked for hours.

Chapter 19

Shelly

Syn and Emily were standing in the bathroom of the bar fixing their makeup when Emily finally asked about Glen.

“What’s going on with you and Glen?” She asked looking at Syn in the mirror. Syn looked up surprised.

“Why?”

“Just asking.” Emily turned around and leaned against the sink while Syn applied more red lipstick to her mouth.

“I should be asking you what’s between you and Glen.” Syn said blotting her lips. Emily looked down at the ground. “How long you been doing him?” She waited for Emily’s reaction. “Don’t hide it Emmy. I can tell these things. Does Mark know you’re screwing around on him?”

“I’m not screwing around on him.” Emily said still avoiding Syn’s gaze. “We kinda had a threesome a few times.”

“Holy shit.” Syn said hugging Emily. “I knew I’d rub off on you eventually! Tell me…how was it? Is Crisp hung or what?”

“Why don’t you find out yourself?” Emily said with a smile.

“Believe me, I’m going to tonight. Did you check him out in those pants? God help me.” Syn said handing Emily the lipstick. “Add some color woman, you look dead.” Emily put on some lipstick. “There ya go. Porno mouth.” Emily started laughing and followed Syn out into the bar again.

They played pool for another couple hours until Emily began to grow tired. Mark and Emily took off for home, leaving Glen and Syn at the bar.

“Play ya for the bed.” Glen said. Syn smiled. “I think you should sleep on the couch tonight.”

“Yeah whatever, crisp.” Syn said racking the balls. “There is no way in hell you’re getting my bed.” She watched as Glen broke the balls and ran the table without letting her have a turn. “Well damn.”

“You said?” Glen asked taking the cue stick from her. She shook her head and followed him outside. He stopped next to the bike and pulled her into him, kissing her forcefully. She kissed him back, her hands running along the muscles in his back and then down to his butt. “We need to get back before I fuck you right here.”

“You can if you leave the chaps on.” Syn said climbing on the bike. Glen hesitated and then shook his head. “What? No fucking on the bike?”

“Nope. What I have planned needs a bed.” Glen climbed on and they took off for Mark’s house.

The house was dark when Glen pulled the bike into the driveway. He helped Syn off the bike and they hurried through the side door into the house.

“They’re probably asleep.” Glen said looking in the living room.

“Good.” Syn said putting her arms around Glen’s neck and kissing him, her tongue sliding over his lips before slipping inside his mouth. He backed her toward the stairs and then lifted her up, never breaking the kiss. He carried her up the stairs, and stopped in front of Mark and Emily’s door which was open. “They awake?” Glen set her down and they both peered in the door. Mark was on his side and you could hear him talking to Emily about something, so they tiptoed quietly into the guest room next door and locked the door. Glen immediately threw Syn onto the bed and began kissing her.

“Night honey.” Emily said kissing Mark before she laid back down. Mark smiled and put his arm around her.

“Night little one.” He kissed her cheek and stared at the ceiling. He wasn’t tired yet, but didn’t want to move from the bed. He stared at the ceiling hoping sleep would come soon.

In the room next to Emily and Mark’s, Syn and Glen were doing everything but sleeping.

“This has got to come off.” Glen said sliding Syn’s shirt over her head. He lowered his mouth to her breast and gently bit the nipple. Syn arched her back under him and he moved to kiss her again. “I like the placement of that tattoo.”

“Good. So do I.” She said pulling his mouth onto hers again. Her hands slid under Glen’s shirt and she felt the muscles in his back tighten. “I love a man with muscles.”

“I love a woman with big tits.” He said tracing her collar bone with his tongue. He sat up and took of his shirt in one swift yank and it landed on the floor. He bent down and traced a line between her breasts down to her navel and flicked at the navel ring with his tongue. “Anything else pierced I should know about?’

“Nope.” Syn replied. “You?”

“Only thing I have pierced is my ear.” He said kissing her again, his hands slid down to the waistband of her pants and slowly unbuttoned them then pushing them over her hips. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of her thong and slid them down also. She raised her hips to help him, watching as his eyes drifted over her naked body. “You’re beautiful.”

“You’re not bad yourself, Crisp.” Syn replied propping herself on her elbows and gazing over him. The moonlight from the window cascaded over the bed, giving them enough light to see each other. Glen rolled pulled Syn up so they were both on their knees in front of each other. He cupped her breasts in his hands and flicked his tongue over the nipples, making them stand erect. “Mmm…that feels good.” His mouth moved up her neck and back to her mouth. Their tongue explored each other and Syn couldn’t help but reach down to rub his cock through his jeans. “I think that we should get you out of these.” Within seconds, the rest of Glen’s clothes were in a pile on the floor. “My, my, my….Emily was right.”

“About what?” Glen asked lowering Syn onto her back. Her hand was lightly stroking his hard cock, causing beads of precum to form on the head. He moved between her legs and kissed his way back down her stomach.

“She said you were hung and I have to say she was right.” Syn said closing her eyes. She jumped when she felt Glen’s tongue flick her clit. “Oh yes…do that again.” He took her clit between his lips and let his tongue flick over it a few times before letting it go and sliding his tongue into her moist opening. She was very wet and he eagerly explored her with his tongue. “Yes…eat me, Glen!” Syn grabbed a handful of his hair and held his mouth to her clit after he moved back up. Glen carefully slid two fingers into her and she moaned in acceptance. Her body began to tremble as she felt an orgasm building inside her.

“Come for me, baby.” Glen said before sucking on her clit. That was all she needed and she let out a loud moan, and her hips bucked against his mouth. He continued to suck on her clit through what seemed to be a long orgasm. Once she had settled down, he looked up at her and smiled, his fingers still moving in and out of her. “Good one?’ Syn sat up and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips.

“My turn.” Glen leaned against the headboard and watched as Syn leaned down and licked the precum off the head of his cock. Her eyes met his and then she took him in his mouth. Syn moved up and down his cock, while her hand lightly cupped his balls, gently massaging them.

“Mmm.” Glen murmured when she let his cock slip from her mouth and then ran her tongue down the underside of it and then down to his balls where she carefully ran her tongue around them.

“See, I told you I knew how to play with balls.” She said smiling at him before taking him into her mouth again. Glen opened his eyes and watched as Syn continued to suck him. He felt her take him all the way in and he had to stop her before he came right then and there.

“Ok, hold on a minute.” He said catching his breath. Syn looked up at him disappointed. “I want this to last.” He rolled her onto her back and positioned himself overtop of her.

“Fuck me, big boy.” Syn’s eyes twinkled as she looked at Glen. She helped guide his throbbing cock into her and gasped when he was all the way in. Syn wrapped her legs around his waist and moved her hips against him. “C’mon…fuck me.”

“Pushy aren’t you?” Glen asked moving inside her.

“Only when it comes to what I want.” She gasped as he picked up speed. “Oh yes…” There bodies slammed moved together and soon they were both covered in sweat and rolling around on the bed. “Mmm…harder baby, harder!”

“God I’m going to come.” Glen said holding her hips as she rode him. She looked down at him and smiled. He thrusted into her and felt his body release. Syn fell forward on him. Glen smiled and hugged her to him. “Jesus, woman.” She smiled down at him and lowered her mouth to his. “Ready for round two?”

Chapter 20

Shelly

Mark couldn't sleep. The pounding in the guest room had him as hard as a rock. He looked at Emily sleeping next to him and he wanted to fuck her, but knew that she wasn't ready for any type of sex yet. His hand slid down and grasped his cock and slid over it. He closed his eyes and tried not to wake up Emily.

"What are you doing?" Emily asked rolling over and looking at Mark. She looked down and saw him and smiled. "Oh I see." She moved his hand away and replaced it with her hand.

"I want to fuck you right now." Mark said brushing his lips against her mouth. Emily pulled away. "I'm sorry, little one. It's just been awhile." He moved her hand back to his throbbing cock and she went back to stroking his soft skin. "Mmmm….Emmy."

"Well…I could do something." Emily said moving down his side. She looked up at him and smiled before taking him into her mouth. "You taste good."

"God your mouth feels good." Mark said pushing his hips into up so she took him in more. "Suck me Emily." Emily continued to suck him, moving her hand along with her mouth. "C'mon baby…make me come." Emily felt his cock jerk in her mouth and a moment later, her mouth was filled.

"Mmm…" Emily swallowed and sat up and moved to kiss him. "Yummy." He tried kissing her and moving his hand to her breast and she moved away. "Not yet Mark." She kissed him and then laid back down. Mark groaned and rolled over on his side away from her.

Syn and Glen were regaining their breathing. Glen moved his hand across Syn's nipples and she jumped.

"These are gorgeous things you know." He bent down and took one between his teeth and gently swirled his tongue around it, feeling it grow hard. "I think I'm hungry."

"For what?" Syn asked watching him kiss his way down her stomach. He stopped and ran his tongue along her inner thigh and Syn grabbed his hair and pushed him between her legs. "There ya go. Eat to your hearts content."

"I like aggressive women." Glen said before sliding two fingers into her and watching her jump. He smiled and then flicked his tongue over her clit a few times. "I really like a woman who knows what she wants and will tell you."

"Then I want you to fuck me again." Syn said. Glen smiled and sat up. He got off the bed and she watched him. "Where are you going?" He grabbed her legs and pulled her to the end of the bed then wrapped her legs around his hips and entered her. "Oh I see." Their bodies moved together fluidly.

"Do you like getting fucked this way?" Glen asked as he moved faster. He knew that this time wasn't going to last as long as the first time. Syn turned him on too much and watching he breasts bounce as he fucked her was making him go over the edge.

"Yes …yes …yes." Syn moaned arching her back and digging he nails into his back. "Fuck me harder." Glen did as he was told and got around fie more thrusts before he collapsed on top of her, his body wracked with an orgasm. He could feel Syn's muscles tighten and then ease up and he knew that she had also had one. "So…. who gets the bed?" Glen laughed and kissed Syn before moving next to her on the bed.

"I'll share if you promise not to molest me in the night." Glen said pulling the comforter over them.

"Crisp, it is the middle of the night….and I did molest you." Syn said snuggling into his warm body. "Don't try anything when I'm asleep." Glen laughed and closed his eyes.

Chapter 21

Shelly

Mark woke up and looked at the clock. It read nine and Emily was still sound asleep. He carefully climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom to shower. When he came out, she had moved to the middle of the bed and was hugging his pillow in her sleep.

"I love you little one." He whispered, kissing her forehead before going downstairs. He heard noise in the kitchen and stopped once he was in the doorway. He couldn’t believe what he saw. Glen and Syn were going at it on his kitchen table. He moved away from the door, but was still close enough to see what was going on.

"God Syn…." Glen groaned as he thrusted into her. Syn bit down on his shoulder, causing Glen to thrust even harder.

"I’m going to come." Syn cried out as she gripped the sides of the table, arching her back into Glen. Mark watched as Syn’s body began to tremble, and then Glen fell into her, lost in his own orgasm.

"You’re going to kill me." Glen said kissing her. "I have never seen a woman with a sex drive like yours." Syn smiled and put her arms around his neck as he helped her off the table. "Let’s get cleaned up before Mark and Emily wake up."

Mark hurried back up the stairs trying to be quiet. He was amazed at Syn’s body, the firmness of her breasts, her flat stomach, and her full lips. He remembered back to the first time that he met her. It was only a few months ago when Emily had called her and told her about them getting married. He had wanted her then and they had even fooled around a little when Emily was asleep. He didn’t want to be unfaithful to Emily, but there was something about Syn that he wanted.

"You’re awake." Mark said walking into the bedroom and seeing Emily staring at the ceiling. He sat on the bed, with his back to her.

"So are you." Emily leaned over and kissed Mark’s bare back and ran her hands along his sides. "Where have you been? I woke up and you were gone."

"Went downstairs to see if the paper was here, but it’s not." Mark lied. He leaned back and let Emily run her hands over his chest, enjoying the feeling of her soft touch. "Are you and Syn coming with us to St. Louis on Saturday?"

"Of course." Emily said moving so she was straddling his hips. He felt his cock grow hard underneath her and she smiled. "I wouldn’t have it any other way." He reached up and touched her breast hesitantly, hoping she wouldn’t pull away. Emily smiled down at him and brought her hand up to his, holding it in place.

"Are you going to be ok around the guys? You know who’s going to be there." Mark said pinching her nipple between his fingers, while his eyes rested on her hand, which was doing the same to the other one. He couldn’t tell if she was teasing him, or if she was to tell him without words that she wanted him. He didn’t want to start anything after she had pulled away last night.

"I’ll be fine. Syn and I will stick with you and Glen." Emily leaned over, her hair framing the two of them and her breasts rested against his chest. "I heard the two of them last night. Sounds like they hit it off." Mark smiled and cupped her face in his hands, lightly stroking her cheeks. "Want to take a shower with me?"

"Is that an invitation?" he asked. She nodded. "Well I already took one, but I’ll be happy to take another. Emily smiled and moved off him. He rolled on his side and watched her naked body walk into the bathroom. He sighed and followed her. He knew that he had to be patient with her, but he needed some release.

Chapter 22

Shelly

The arena in St. Louis was empty when they arrived at two for the house show. Emily and Syn followed the men into their locker room and then to the cafeteria to eat. Emily scanned the room and her eyes landed on Hunter who was sitting in a corner talking with two people she couldn’t make out. His arm was in a cast and she smiled.

"What are you smiling at?" Syn asked nudging her. Emily nodded toward Hunter and Syn looked over and then smiled at Emily. "Looks like Mark did a good job on him."

"Well I think both Glen and Mark did a good job." Emily laughed as they moved forward in line. Mark walked up behind Emily and kissed the back of her neck. "Hi hon."

"What are the two most gorgeous women in the room discussing?" He smiled at Syn and she smiled back, but her eyes were watching Glen come into the room.

"Nothing, babe." Emily leaned up and kissed him. "Grab some food, I don’t want you getting weak because you didn’t eat." Mark laughed and stepped in line behind her.

"Hey darlin’…. where you been all my life?" Glen asked walking up to Syn. She laughed and smacked him in his arm. "What? Don’t like my accent?"

"You don’t have an accent, Crisp." She said handing him a plate.

Across the room, Hunter’s eyes never left Emily. He had seen her watching him and she had looked away when their eyes met. He couldn’t help but notice how good she looked in her leather pants and sheer black shirt, with the black bra. Her appearance and attitude had changed since she had been married to Mark, and she was going back to her wild ways. Just like she was when they first met. His mind wandered to the first time they had had sex…. he had taken her to the movies and she all but jumped on him in the driveway of her parents house. They ended up in the backseat of his car, screwing like rabbits.

"Hunter…wake up." Stephanie McMahon waved her hand in front of his face. "What the hell are you spacing out like that for? We’re going over our script for tonight!" Hunter blinked and pushed her hand away.

"Quit bitching." Hunter said looking at Emily again. His eyes narrowed and focused on the girl behind him with Glen. She looked familiar, but he couldn’t place her. She was also dressed in leather, except she had on a skirt and boots. His eyes followed them to a table. "I’m going to the locker room. I’ll catch up with you later." He stood up and walked out. Mark glared at Hunter from the buffet line as he watched him leave.

An hour into the house show, Hunter was wandering through the hallways after his part was over. He was debating on leaving and going back to the hotel when he saw Emily and her friend watching Mark wrestle. Her friend looked his way and said something to Emily who nodded and kept watching the match.

"Hey you…long time no see." She said coming up to him. "How ya been?"

"Fine. Do I know you?" Hunter asked adjusting the sling his arm was in. She smiled at him and nodded. "I take it you’re a friend of Mark’s?"

"Well…kinda…. I’m more of a friend of Emily’s. I can’t believe you don’t remember me, Hunter." Hunter looked her over and then back at Emily who was talking to the Hardy Boyz who were waiting to go out to the ring.

"Come with me to my locker room gorgeous." Hunter said. Syn smiled and glanced at Emily. "Don’t worry about her. Mark will be back in a minute." Syn followed Hunter to his locker room. "So…gorgeous…tell me, how do I know you."

"Hunter…Hunter…Hunter." Syn said smiling seductively at him. "How can you forget me? Obviously I didn’t make that good of an impression on you when you and Emily were together."

"Syn?" Hunter asked, his eyes widening. She nodded and ran her finger down his arm. "I haven’t seen you in ages."

"Long time no see huh, big boy?" Syn smiled and walked to the couch and sat down. She patted the seat next to her and motioned him over. "Come tell me what you’ve been up to." Hunter walked over and sat down.

Mark and Glen came back from their match and found Emily sitting on a table still talking to the Hardyz.

"You ready to go to the hotel, little one?" Mark asked kissing Emily and then helping her off the table. Glen looked around.

"Where’s Syn?" he asked. Emily shrugged.

"Thought she went to the bathroom. I’ll find her. I’ll meet you two in the locker room in a few minutes." She watched the guys leave and then she looked at Matt and Jeff. "See you two later. Good luck." She walked toward Hunter’s locker room with a smile.

Chapter 23

Shelly

Emily stood outside the door and then walked in. Hunter was kissing Syn’s neck and she was looking bored. Hunter sat up quickly and looked surprised when he saw Emily.

"What are you doing in here?" He asked standing up. Syn smiled at Emily and watched as Emily walked up to Hunter.

"Well I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since I saw you the last time." Emily said smiling up at him. "I thought that maybe you’d like to continue what you started."

"So you’re finally coming around?" Hunter said flipping his long blonde hair back. Emily nodded and licked her lips.

"But Hunter…" Syn said standing up next to him. "We want you together. Emily kept going on and on about how hot sex always was with you and I told her that she couldn’t keep you to herself." Hunter’s eyes went back and forth between the two women standing before him. "So what do you say?"

"What about Mark, Em?" Hunter asked as he watched Syn run her hand along Emily’s back. Emily smiled at her friend and then looked at Hunter, her eyes sparkling. "Are you willing to mess around on your husband?"

"What Mark doesn't know won't hurt him." Emily said softly. "But we can't do this here. Syn and I are going to go take care of some things and we'll meet you in your hotel room after they guys go to bed." Syn nodded and smiled at Hunter.

"Make sure your roommate isn't there tonight." Syn said winking at Hunter. "We'll catch you later, big boy." Hunter watched the girls leave and smiled.

Once Emily and Syn were down the hallway, the leaned against the wall laughing. A few of the wrestlers looked at them, wondering what they were up to.

"Come on, Syn…the guys are going to wonder where we are and send out a search party." Emily laughed grabbing her friends arm and leading her toward Mark and Glen's locker room. The guys were watching the matches on the monitor and talking with Road Dogg and Billy Gunn. "Hey guys!" Roadie and Billy greeted Emily with hugs. "How have you been?"

"Fine little lady…how have you been?" Billy asked. "Mark here tells me that you two have gotten married."

"Where have you been?" I laughed looking over at Mark who was smiling. "It's been like six months." Mark motioned for Emily to come over and when she did, he pulled her down on his lap and kissed her. "Six wonderful months." Syn was tapping her foot and staring at Emily. "Oh sorry Syn….Roadie, Billy…this is my friend Syn. Syn, this is Roadie and Billy. They're part of DX…well was part of DX."

"Hi." Syn said shaking their hands. "Sorry for Emily's rudeness. She starts talking about her husband and her mind turns to mush." Glen laughed and Syn smiled at him.

"We have to go see how Hunter is. We're suppose to take him back to the hotel…you know how he gets." Mark groaned and everyone looked at him. "Sorry Taker. I know you don't like to hear his name." Billy shrugged and Mark shook his head. "Talk to y'all later. It was nice meeting you Syn."

"Likewise." Syn said smiling before wandering over to Glen and planting a kiss on his lips. "Take me now." Glen smiled and stood up.

"We'll see you guys later." Glen said waving at Mark and Emily. Mark pulled Emily against him and kissed her neck.

"Gee…I wonder what they're going to do." Emily laughed. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Mark's lips on her neck. He ran his hand underneath her shirt and caressed her breasts through her bra.

"Let's go back to the room." Mark whispered in her ear. Emily smiled and kissed him, sliding her tongue in his mouth. She was getting turned on by him, and wanted to try and make love. They gathered their things and hurried back to the room.

Glen and Syn were in the room right next to Mark and Emily's and laying on the bed talking when they heard the door slam next door.

"They fighting?" Syn asked looking toward the door. Glen shrugged and pulled her back down on the bed, covering her mouth with his. She opened her mouth as his tongue snaked between her lips and kissed him back. Syn ran her hands through his hair bringing his face closer to his. "Why don't you ever go without your mask on Crisp?" Glen leaned back on his side and looked at her smiling.

"Kane was burned by his brother as a child and he came to the WWF with the mask. It's part of the character. It wouldn't be Kane if the mask wasn't there." He lazily traced her tattoo on her breast with his finger. "You really don't know anything about wrestling do you?" Syn shook her head. "So you don't know much about the Undertaker either?" She shook her head again and looked at him.

"So tell me." She whispered. Glen leaned down and kissed her one more time and then began to tell her about Undertaker and Kane and how they came about.

In Mark and Emily's room, Mark had Emily pinned to the wall with her legs wrapped around his waist and he was holding her up with his weight. Their kissing was passionate and he was trying his hardest not to rip her clothes off her.

"Now Mark." Emily whispered grabbing a handful of his hair and kissing him hard on the mouth. Mark moved away from the wall and they moved to the bed where he laid her back on the bed and took off her leather pants. He gently kissed the inside of her thighs and then took off her blouse and bra. "Now!" Mark's clothes hit the floor and a moment later, he was sliding his hard cock into her wet slit. Emily's hips bucked against his and she screamed out his name as their bodies moved together.

"Is this ok?" Mark breathed in her ear. Emily said nothing and rolled Mark so he was on his back and she was on top of him. She rotated her hips against his and smiled down at him. "Little one….." Mark grabbed her hips and thrust up, his cock throbbing inside her as his orgasm ripped through him. Emily collapsed on top of him, her body shaking in her own orgasm. She rolled off him and laid her hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating fast. She giggled and leaned onto her side to look at him. She reached out and brushed a few strands of his hair that was hanging in his eyes and Mark grabbed her, kissing her forcefully, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

"I want you again." Emily smiled and kissed him back.

Emily and Syn met in the hallway around two in the morning. Mark had finally fallen asleep after two more rounds with Emily and she was now covered in what Mark called "love bites". She touched her neck self-consciously and brought her hair over her shoulders.

"You look like a leper." Syn laughed looking at Emily's neck. Emily blushed and pushed her hand away. "Well at least you're feeling better. Now let's go give Hunter what he wants." They both laughed and walked down the hall to Hunter's room.

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Syn and Emily waited outside Hunter's door after Syn knocked. Finally, Hunter answered the door looking half asleep.

"Thought we told you to be ready for us." Syn said walking through the door. Emily followed her, wishing she felt as good about this as Syn did. "Obviously, you couldn't keep yourself awake."

"Well.if you two have noticed the time, it's two thirty in the morning." Hunter said lying back down on the bed and looking at the two women in front of him. He cradled his broken arm across his chest and smiled at them. "So.what do you two have planned for me?" Syn smiled and looked at Emily and nodded.

"Get the lights, Emmy." Syn said with a grin. Emily nodded and flicked off the lights.

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Emily and Syn went back to their rooms around six that morning.

"Where were you at little one?" Mark asked as Emily crawled into bed next to him.

"Hanging out with Syn. I couldn't sleep." Emily yawned and curled up to Mark and fell asleep with her head on his chest. Mark stared at the ceiling wondering what they had been up to.

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"Emily Callaway.. please go to Vince McMahon's office. " the voice on the loud speaker said. "Emily Callaway." Emily looked at Mark and he shrugged.

"Better go." Mark leaned over and kissed her and watched her leave the locker room to go to Vince's office.

"Where ya headed Emmy?" Glen asked as him and Syn walked into the locker room.

"I got called into Vince's office." Emily laughed. "I feel like I'm going to see the principal!" Syn laughed and patted Emily's shoulder and winked. "See ya in a little bit." Emily walked down the hallway and knocked on Vince's office door. She heard him call her in and as she stepped inside, she saw Vince's son Shane and Hunter sitting in the room. "Hi Shane." Shane smiled and got up to hug Emily. Hunter glared at her from the couch. Vince stood up and shook hands with Emily.

"I'm glad that you're so prompt." Vince said motioning Emily to sit next to Hunter.

"I'll stand, thanks." Emily said crossing her arms over chest. "Why did you call me for?"

"Shane.. tell her." Vince said. Shane looked at Emily and smiled.

"How would you and your co-hort in crime like a trial run with the WWF?" Shane asked. Emily tilted her head to the side and watched him, her eyes darting between him and Vince. "Hunter here told us all about you're little night with him."

"Did he. You never could keep your mouth shut, could you Hunter?" Emily asked glaring at Hunter." Hunter smirked and rubbed his arm. Emily smiled. "What's the catch?"

"You have to go against Taker and Kane." Vince said finally. "It'll be perfect. Husband against wife."

"No." Emily shook her head. "No way. I'm not going to do some damn trial run and have to be put against my husband."

"Do you want charges pressed against you, bitch?" Hunter jumped off the couch and came at Emily. "I'll call the cops quicker than you can call that bad ass husband of yours."

"Oh and what are you going to say, Hunter? You ex-girlfriend and her best friend beat you up? Took advantage of you?" Emily asked getting his in face. "Huh, Hunter? Maybe I should tell Vince and Shane what you did to me, you bastard!"

"I didn't do anything to you that you didn't want!" Hunter hissed in her face. "You wanted me and you know it." Emily smacked him across the face and walked out.

"Is that a yes Emily?" Vince yelled after her. "Emily!" Emily turned around and flipped him off and hurried to Mark's locker room.

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Emily sat in the corner of the locker room and watched Syn and Glen on the couch kissing. Mark had gone to go get Emily some aspirin and hadn't returned yet. She was waiting till the guys went out to their match to tell Syn Vince's proposition.

"Hope these help, little one." Mark said as he came into the locker room once more. He handed Emily a few tablets and watched as she took them without water. He shook his head and sat down to change his boots. "I ran into Vince." Emily was quiet and waited for him to continue. "I'm supposed to find out what your answer is."

"I don't know." Emily said leaning back on the legs of the chair. She rested her head against the wall and closed her eyes. "It's not a fair trial."

"What trial." Glen asked sitting up. "Who's getting a run through?" Syn sat up along with him and ran her hand through her hair.

"No one." Emily mumbled. She jumped when someone knocked on the door.

"Five minutes." A ref said sticking his head in the door. "Better get out there." Mark and Glen nodded and the door shut. Glen gave Syn another kiss and grabbed the Kane mask off the top of the table.

"Let's kick some ass." Mark said standing up. He leaned down and kissed Emily's forehead. "See ya in twenty." She nodded and sighed as they left the room.

"We need to talk Syn." Emily leaned forward letting the legs of the chair hit the floor. "But let's go watch the match first. I've decided I need to see the Dudlyz get their asses kicked." Syn laughed and followed Emily out the door.

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Mark and Glen won the Tag Team belts from the Dudlyz and wanted to take the girls out to celebrate. As they were leaving, Vince grabbed Emily's arm.

"What's your answer?" Vince demanded. "I need to know now." Emily glanced at Syn and then at Vince. She had told Syn the proposition and Syn thought it would be fun. She had to groan when Syn agreed.Syn was up for anything new and exciting.

"Whatever Vince. But we're not going against the guys." Emily yanked her arm back.

"You'll do what I say. The contracts will be ready to sign tomorrow when you get to the arena. You and your friend need to meet with me to go over ring names, gimmicks and so on."

"Are we getting paid?" Syn asked walking up next to Emily. "I'm not doing shit for your company if I'm not getting paid."

"You're going to get paid." Vince said. "Tomorrow, Emily." Emily nodded and watched him leave.

"Asshole." Emily mumbled and met the guys at the car.

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Glen, Syn, Mark and Emily made it to the arena at noon, after driving for six hours this morning. They found their locker room and then Syn and Emily went to meet with Vince while the guys went to find a gym to work out at.

"Welcome." Vince said standing up from the makeshift desk he was sitting at when the girls stepped into his office. "I had the contract drawn up and it's all ready for you to sign."

"I'm not signing anything until I read it." Emily said taking the contract from his hands and sitting down to read it. Vince handed Syn a contract and he leaned back in his chair and waited for them to finish reading. "This is bullshit Vince."

"Why?"

"You're going to pay us $200 a week? That's shit. I can go work at McDonald's for $200 a week." Emily said throwing the contract down on the desk. "I'm not signing."

"Yes you will sign."

"No." Emily crossed her arms over her chest and glanced at Syn who was shaking her head as she read the contract. "I'm not going to get the shit beat out of me for that pay. That's crap."

"Let me talk to you outside." Vince stood up and walked toward the door. Emily reluctantly followed him into the hallway. "You're going to sing that damn contract, Emily, or your husband is losing his title."

"You can't do that."

"Oh yes I can. You see.I'm the owner of the WWF and I can do whatever I want. And if you're pretty little ass doesn't go in there, sign that damn contract and get your friend in there to sign, he's losing his title tonight." Vince laughed. "And I'll make him lose it to Triple H and Austin." He smiled wickedly at Emily who wanted to throw up when she looked at him. She had always had a distaste for Vince and he was showing her exactly why she didn't like him. "So what's the answer."

"I'm not signing unless you pay us more."

"I'll raise it to $400 and that's it." Vince looked down the hallway and then at her. "Deal?"

"Whatever." Emily walked into the office again and took the contract and signed it. "We're gonna get paid $400 a week for now, Syn. So sign if you want to give this asshole what he wants."

"That's not that bad." Syn said signing her name on the contract. "So.what do we do?"

"You're wrestling.tonight." Vince said stuffing the contracts into his briefcase once the girls had signed. Emily and Syn's mouth dropped open. They couldn't believe that he was going to make them wrestle when neither of them had any training. "And you're going against Taker and Kane, as planned."

"What?" They said together. Emily shook her head. "I'm not going to fight them right off the bat! We don't know how to wrestle Vince.this isn't fair!"

"Life ain't fair sweetie." Vince opened a folder in front of him. "I like Syn's name. So she can be Syn if that's ok with her." Syn nodded still in somewhat of a shock that she was going to wrestle. A girl who knew nothing about wrestling, was going to learn, and learn fast. "Now Emily.we need a name for you. Let's see..I think we should name you Sapphire."

"Eww." Emily protested. "That's not a good name." Syn covered her mouth to stop from laughing.

"Ok.you can either stick with your name, since they do know you as Taker's wife, or you can be called Serenity."

"I'll stick with Emily." Emily looked at Syn and rolled her eyes.

"We'll have to come up with a name for your tag team later." Vince stood and motioned the girls into the hallway. "Right now you'll be heels." Syn looked at Emily, confused.

"Bad guys." Emily laughed.

"Ahhh.." Syn nodded as if she understood. "Bad girls! I knew you'd get out of your goody-goody act eventually." Vince raised an eyebrow at the two of them and shook his head.

"I'll catch you two before your match." He walked off in the direction of Hunter and Stephanie's locker room.

"Well Em. What are we wearing and how are we suppose to wrestle?" Syn threw her arm over her friend's shoulder as they walked toward the locker room.

"I think we're both going to be thrown into the world of wrestling rather brutally." Emily groaned.

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Emily and Syn spoke with Renée in wardrobe and she was able to throw together some outfits in time for their match. Both of the outfits matched and were very revealing, which seemed to be an essential part of wrestling, unless you were with the RTC.

"Who's that big woman who dated Hunter?" Syn asked as she attempted to put on her boots. "You know the man-beast." Mark almost spit his pop at Syn's question and tried to control his laughter.

"You mean Chyna?" Emily looked at Syn from the mirror and watched Syn nod. "What about her?"

"These outfits look like hers. You know.slutty."

"What's wrong with slutty?" Mark laughed as he pulled Emily down onto his lap. Syn rolled her eyes and stood up. "Both of you look fine."

"Syn looks good enough to eat." Glen walked into the room and immediately went to Syn and kissed her. The two of them had been all but joined at the hip since the night at the bar, but wouldn't say whether or not they were dating. Other wrestlers had also noticed and would kid Glen about his new girlfriend or would ask Syn if Glen proved to be what he said he was. Syn's response was always a smart ass remark and even after only being around the wrestling world for a little over two weeks, was known as a "tough chic". Syn took pride in that and was continually trying to get Emily to be like her.

"Emily, Syn.Vince wants you in his office." Stephanie burst through the door. "He has another proposition for you." She left as fast as she arrived and Emily couldn't help but laugh. Since Stephanie and Hunter had started playing husband and wife for their storyline, she had become a major bitch who demanded that she get whatever she wanted. Many of the women were in awe of her, but Emily couldn't stand her.

"What could he possibly want now?" Syn asked as they walked to Vince's office for the second time that day. All Emily could do was shrug and hope it wasn't going to be something bad.

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The girls came out of Vince's office with a somewhat better attitude. The overall "meeting", if you could call it that made their roles in the WWF clearer.

"This will be fun." Emily laughed as they stopped to get a drink from the cafeteria. Syn nodded in agreement.

"I was looking forward to kicking some ass..even if it was Crisp's, but I'll take hanging on his arm and looking cute." She opened her Mt. Dew and took a long drink.

"Why do you call him Crisp?" Emily sat down and rested her head in her hand. "I've heard you call him that a few times." Syn shrugged. "There has to be a reason."

A noise startled them both and they looked toward the door. "Well.well.look who I found." Hunter blocked the door and glared at the girls. "No where to run now."

"What do you want jackass?" Syn threw her can in the garbage and crossed her arms over her chest as she watched Hunter walk toward them. "We don't have anything to say to you."

"Well I have plenty to say to you. And to start, your matches have been changed, yet again." Emily glared at him. Hunter smiled and reached out and ran a finger along her jaw line. She smacked his hand away. "It's Mark and Syn against sweet little Emily and Kane."

Emily jumped from her seat. "You can't do that!" Hunter laughed and walked out of the room.

"When you're married to the boss's daughter, you can do anything." Hunter called from the hallway. Syn and Emily left the cafeteria in a hurry to find Mark and Glen who were just told the news.

"This is pure bullshit!" Mark slammed his hand against the wall causing Emily to jump. "I'm not going to wrestle my wife!"

"Well I say you do." Hunter said smiling at them. "And what I say goes, Taker. If not.walk and don't come back." Hunter turned and walked out of the locker room calling to Stephanie.

"Fuck you Hunter!" Mark yelled, his voice echoing throughout the building

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Mark, Emily, Syn and Glen all stood at the guerilla position waiting to go to the ring. Mark and Glen had discussed not letting Syn and Emily wrestle for obvious reasons.

"It's televised, hon." Emily said looking toward the ring. "Aren't the fans going to think it's weird that we're out there and not wrestling?"

Mark shook his head. "I don't give a fuck. My wife isn't going to get hurt and I'll be damned if I'm going to wrestle you or Syn." Glen nodded in agreement.

"Well you're the pros at this. We'll just be eye candy tonight." Syn said smiling. Kane's music started and Glen grabbed Emily's arm. "See ya in a few." Syn kissed Glen before he pulled the mask down. Emily and Kane walked to the ring with the fans staring at Emily wondering who she was. Kane helped her into the ring and they waited for Taker and Syn to make their appearance.

Mark looked down at Syn. "Nervous?" He asked her, taking in her skimpy outfit.

"Nope. I love this shit," Syn said, adjusting her top. "Aren't we supposed to ride in on your motorcycle?" Mark laughed as his music hit.

"Not tonight. Sometimes I walk to the ring. Besides, the bike was acting up earlier. It would be a bitch if it stalled out on me at ringside," Mark smiled down at her, then led her through the curtains.

Undertaker climbed through the ropes then held them open for Syn. The four of them stood in the middle of the ring, looking at each other. Finally, Kane led Emily to their corner, and motioned her outside. Syn did the same thing across the ring.

Taker and Kane reluctantly locked up in the ring, while Emily and Syn watched from their corners. Emily tried not to flinch when Glen picked Mark up and threw him into the turnbuckle. She looked across the ring at Syn, who appeared to be enjoying herself. Instead of watching the match, she was flirting with some guys at ringside, who were hooting in her direction. Emily tried not to laugh.

Taker threw Kane across the ring, and he almost collided with Emily, who was leaning on the ropes. The ref thought that Kane had made a tag, and Emily stared at him in shock as he ordered Kane to leave the ring. Taker stared down at her, then reluctantly went to his own corner and tagged Syn, who looked thrilled as she jumped over the top rope.

Emily and Syn looked at each other, neither one of them quite knowing what to do next. Emily could tell Syn was trying her hardest not to laugh. Emily stepped toward her, and a loud siren went off in the arena.

Both women turned toward the ramp, where the RTC was standing on the stage. Steven had a microphone in his hand, and motioned for the siren to stop wailing.

"RTC has been trying, with some success, to make SmackDown a wholesome, family show. But look at that display..." He waves in Em and Syn's general direction. "It's disgusting. Two young healthy women, wearing practically nothing, making a public embarrassment of themselves. It makes me sick!"

As he spoke, Steven made his way to the ring, and stood in front of the announcer's table. "Ladies, if you were smart, you'd see the error of your ways. You'd join us in our fight against unmoral corruption." He smiled, looking like a deranged barracuda.

Syn looked at Emily, raising an eyebrow. "What the hell is he talking about?" She asked Em, a smile starting to grow on her face.

"He's an idiot. I think he wants us to put some clothes on," Emily said, smiling back, then looking down at their skimpy outfits.

"Oh. Well. Follow my lead, Emmy-pooh," Syn's eyes were sparkling, and Em worried for a moment about what she was getting herself into.

Syn and Emily faced Steven, side by side. Syn reached for the snap on her top, and without thinking about it, Emily did too. At the same time, they both pulled their tops down and off, then threw them at Steven, who looked like he'd swallowed a watermelon whole. The crowd was going crazy, and Emily and Syn stood in the ring bare chested for a few minutes. Syn glanced over to Glen, and could tell that under the mask he had on, his mouth was hanging wide open.

Taker was doing the same thing in his corner, but a slow smile was crossing his features. He noticed a movement from the corner of his eye, and saw the rest of the RTC jumping into the ring to go after Syn and Emily. He and Kane quickly climbed back in the ring, and cut the guys off before they could reach the women.

The Emily and Syn were laughing as they slid out of the ring, letting the men take care of the intruders. The ref was wildly calling for the bell, and Jerry Lawler stood up yelling at them as they made their way back up the ramp. Syn turned around at the top, still bare-chested, and waved at the crowd, making Emily crack up laughing as she pulled her through the curtain.

Jeff and Matt Hardy were standing in the guerilla position, laughing themselves into a fit. Matt tossed them each a Hardy Boyz T-shirt, and he and Jeff looked disappointed as they pulled them on.

"That was absofuckinlutely the funniest thing I've ever done in my whole life," Syn said, still laughing. She grinned at Matt. "Thanks for the shirt, sweetie."

Matt blushed, and Emily laughed harder as the two guys stumbled over each other as they walked away. A few minutes later, Mark and Glen came back through the curtain. Glen yanked his mask off, then bent over laughing.

"Oh my God," he managed to say. "The look on that idiot's face." He stood up and pulled Syn against him for a kiss.

"That was unique," Mark said, smiling, touching Emily's face. "I can't believe you did that, little one."

"Syn made me," Emily said, laughing. "If I'd had time to think about it, I never would have done it."

“Well, I'm glad you did," Mark said, looking her over. "It reminded me of what comes after the match." Emily stood on tiptoe to kiss him. Mark pulled back, his face flushed. "Let's get the hell out of here."

"Wait a minute," Syn said, pulling away from Glen. "Who won the match? I missed that part." The other three started laughing, and she frowned at them. "What?"

"I think you two women did," Glen said, still laughing. "The crowd was eating you up out there. They didn't give a rat's ass about anything else." He put his arm around Syn and they followed Mark and Emily down the long hallway toward their locker room.

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They had just walked into the locker room when they heard Vince screaming his way down
the hallway. Emily and Syn prepared themselves for the ass reaming they were going to get.

"What in the hell was that?" Vince yelled slamming the door once he was inside. "I tell you
two that you're going to wrestle and you strip?"

"We didn't really strip, Vince. Just took off our tops." Emily said crossing her arms over
her chest. "The fans liked it."

"The fans like anything if you show them tits!" Vince's face was red and as he glanced
around the room. His eyes focused on Mark and Glen who were throwing things into their
bags. "You two are fighting tomorrow night. Same teams…." His eyes landed on Syn and
Emily. "And you two will wrestle or you're all fired." He walked out of the room
slamming the door again.

"Prick!" Syn yelled throwing her boot at the door. Emily started laughing and fell back
onto the couch. "I don't like him."

"Not many people do." Glen took Syn's hand and led her toward the shower. "C'mon my
Synderella…let's take a shower." Syn giggled and followed Glen. A few minutes later you
could hear the water running. Mark looked at Emily and walked toward her with a smile
on his face. She had her head back on the couch and her eyes closed. Mark sat next to her
and slowly ran his hands under her shirt and cupped her breasts in his hands. He felt her
nipples stand up instantly. He watched her face as he lifted her shirt and gently took one of
her nipples into his mouth, while his fingers rubbed the other one.

"Mmm…." Emily mumbled running her fingers through his long hair, which was now
unbraided and hanging down his back. "Kiss me, Mark." Mark moved up and kissed
Emily, hungrily.

"I want to fuck you right here." Mark breathed into her ear as he unzipped Emily's shorts
to her outfit. Emily lifted her hips to assist him as he slid them down and discarded them
on the floor. She started to take off the Hardy Boyz shirt, but Mark stopped her. "Not the
shirt…just in case someone comes in." She smiled and watching him undress. He moved
on top of her and kissed her hungrily again. Emily could feel his rock-hard cock against her
thigh and she wanted him badly. She knew he was teasing her, even though they didn't
have much time before Glen and Syn came out of the shower. She gasped as he parted her
legs with his knee and slid into her. "God you're tight." Emily smiled and kissed him,
sliding her tongue into his awaiting mouth. Her body met his every thrust and she had to
bite her lip a few times to keep from screaming out. "I'm going to cum little one." Mark
thrust into her a few more times, before he collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged
and heavy. "I'm not done."

"You're not?" Emily asked kissing his forehead. He looked up at her and shook his head,
then kissed his way down her body. Emily closed her eyes and smiled once she felt his
tongue on her.

In the shower, Glen had Syn pinned to the wall, kissing her and running his hands all over
her body. The water sprayed over them as they kissed.

"I think we need to get to the hotel before you get it right here." Glen said pulling away
from Syn. Syn laughed and pulled him into her again.

"Then do me right here, Cripsy." Syn said with a smile. Glen didn't need any further
persuasion. He wrapped his arms around Syn and kissed her deeply, feeling himself grow
harder. He lifted Syn up so she could wrap her legs around his waist as he lowered her onto
his cock. She moaned loudly and he had to cover his mouth with hers, because of the echo
through out the shower stalls. They finished rather quickly, due to the awkward
positioning, but Glen was left with numerous scratch marks down his back from Syn's
nails. "You're getting even better Crisp." Glen laughed and the back of her neck as they
took turns washing each other off.

"Don't think that Em and Mark heard us do you?" Mark asked soaping up the front of
Syn. Syn giggled. "What?"

"I doubt it. And if they did, so what." Syn stood on her tiptoes and kissed Glen. "She's not
little miss innocent. You know that for a fact." Glen nodded and concentrated on Syn.

Back out in the locker room, Mark and Emily were getting dressed from their little romp
on the couch. Mark was sitting on a folding chair watching Emily slide on a pair of jeans.
His mind drifted to earlier this evening when Syn and Emily had flashed Steven Richards
and the RTC group. He couldn't take his eyes off Syn's body. She was a little smaller than
Emily, who had a nice figure with full breasts. He shook his head and tried to concentrate
on his wife who was talking to him.

"Sure little one." He said with a smile, having no idea what she had just said to him. Emily
tilted her head and raised an eyebrow at him, confused.

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They arrived at the arena the following night, and read the roster sheet. "Look, they split us up," Emily said, pointing to the names on the locker room assignments. Mark and Syn had a room on the other side of the building from Glen and Emily.

"Well, ain't that a kick in the ass," Syn said, not sounding like she really cared. "What's this mean?" She pointed at the match list, where the letters SR were printed next to their match that night.

"Special ref. Bullshit," Mark said, leaning over her shoulder to read it. They all looked at each other, then Glen shrugged.

"I guess we'll head to our locker room and get ready," He said, smiling at Syn, who licked her lips and grinned.

"Don't worry, Crispy. I'll be there later," Syn whispered in his ear, then kissed him. Mark and Emily talked quietly for a few moments, then kissed. The four split up and headed in opposite directions.

Mark opened the locker room door for Syn, then followed her inside. She threw her bag onto a bench, then turned to face him. "So what now, O great dark one? Are you going to teach me some wrestling moves?"

"Do you want to learn some moves?" Mark asked, trying not to stare at her chest. She was wearing a low cut leather halter top, and it barely covered her.

"Well, it wouldn't hurt," Syn said, laughing.

"Didn't Glen show you anything last night? I thought he was going to show you some stuff," Mark asked, and paced across the room.

"He showed me plenty. But not the kind of stuff you'd want to see in an arena full of people. I think Vince might pop a vessel if we did," Syn said, walking across the room to the mirror. She took the hair clip off her hair, and shook it loose, then met Mark's eyes in the mirror. "What? It's the truth. I'm not going to stand here and tell you that all Glen and I do together is play yahtzee."

Mark walked to her, and stood behind her. "Sorry. Emily doesn't talk like that, I guess I'm not used to it."

Syn laughed. "Well, get used to it. By the time I'm through with her, she'll make a sailor on shore leave blush."

Mark laughed, and without thinking about it, stroked Syn's bare shoulder with his index finger. She raised her eyebrow and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He didn't take his eyes from hers as he moved her hair aside, and unhooked the top of her halter, then slid the leather straps down her chest.

Syn cleared her throat, but didn't move as Mark's hands slid under her arms and around her ribs, then gently pulled the top from her breasts. "Is it a bad thing," he asked her, his breath blowing across her ear, sending shivers down her back. "To want your wife's best friend?"

Syn smiled. "That depends on who the wife is, I suppose," She said, then sighed as his hand cupped her breast.

Mark lightly traced her nipple with his thumb. "What about Glen?"

"What about him? Mark, I like him, he's hot as hell, but I can see the way you've been looking at me. I don't own him, he doesn't own me." Syn leaned back against him. "So quit trying to talk yourself out of it."

Mark slipped his arm around her waist, and pulled her tighter against him, then nuzzled her neck. He pushed thoughts of Emily and Glen aside, deciding to worry about being guilty later. He yanked Syn's top the rest of the way off, tearing the seam in the back. Syn closed her eyes as his hand slipped back up her stomach to stroke her breasts. His other hand slid down to her thigh, then up, pushing her skirt up with it. Mark ran his fingers over her bare skin, then chuckled.

"I always thought you were the no-underwear type, Syn-ful," he said, then licked her earlobe. Syn let out a throaty laugh.

"Sometimes it pays to go commando, Dead Man. Now, shut up and touch me," She was still laughing when she said it, and Mark obliged, slipping his finger against her clit. Syn bucked her hips against his hand, and he pressed her back against his hard cock. Syn moaned, and Mark's tongue traced the curve of her jaw.

Syn turned around in his arms, and pressed herself against him. Mark brought his mouth down and kissed her hard, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Syn's hands went to the button fly of his jeans, and she quickly opened them and shoved them down his hips. She wrapped her hands around his neck, and pulled him down onto the floor.

"Let's forget the foreplay bullshit," Syn said, smiling up at him. She made him move on top of her. "Just fuck me."

Mark groaned, and nudged her knees apart with his leg. He slid his cock to her opening, then pushed inside as Syn wrapped her legs around his waist. He started thrusting slowly, pushing as deep into her as he could. Syn grabbed his hair and pulled him down, kissing his lips, as her hips bucked against him.

"Come on, Dead Man. I know you can do better than this," Syn said, laughing, wrapping tighter around him. Mark speeded up his thrusts, until their hips were slapping together, both of them moaning.

"Oh, God," Mark said, slipping against her, coming inside her. Syn was moaning, her body tensed up from the powerful orgasm she'd just had. Mark lay on top of her for a few minutes, catching his breath. He shifted his weight so Syn could breath a little.

"Now, which move would work in the ring, Dead Man?" Syn said, still laughing.

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On the other side of the building, Glen and Emily were getting ready for their match against Mark and Syn. Emily was stretching on the floor and Glen was leaning against the wall watching her. She stretched and grabbed her toes and then touched the middle of the floor, her nose almost touching the floor and then she moved to the other leg. Glen watched as she slid into the splits and he couldn't help but watch her with awe.

"Cheerleader." Emily replied catching Glen's eye. "Captain of the Varsity team my junior and senior year." Glen smiled and continued to watch Emily. She had changed into gym shorts and a t-shirt. Her nipples pressed against the thin material. "Are we going to the ring or not?"

"Let's go see if it's available. I thought that Edge and Christian had it right now." Emily nodded and followed Glen into the hallway.

"Yo Glen…where's your chick?" a few people called out. Glen ignored them and continued walking toward the ring. Emily had to practically jog to keep up with him. Glen looked into the arena and saw that Edge and Christian were practicing with the Dudley's.

"Well…back to the locker room. I guess I can show you some stuff in there." Glen grabbed Emily's hand and led her back.

Glen began showing Emily basic wrestling moves as soon as they were back in the rom. "Is this how you do it?" Emily fell to her knees to get out of a headlock that Glen had put her in. He nodded and looked down at her.

"Do you ever think about the times we've slept together?" Glen asked. Emily's eyes widened. "Sometimes I can't get you out of my head.'

"I haven't really thought about it lately. Ever since Hunter. . ." Emily's voice trailed off and Glen hugged her protectively. "I've just now begun to feel better. Mark has been wonderful." Glen said nothing and took her chin in his hands and brought his lips to hers. "Glen…"

"Just kiss me." He whispered against her lips. His kiss became harder and his arms tightened around her. Emily parted her lips to allow Glen's tongue to slide between them. They backed up to the table and Glen laid Emily back and slid off her t-shirt and shorts. "I want you to myself."

"What about Mark and Syn." Emily murmured. Mark was the furthest thing from her mind at the moment. Her concentration was soley on Glen and his lips. It had been almost a month since they had done anything, and she enjoyed being with him. Glen’s lips were trailing down her neck and shoulders as he moved inside her. She let out a soft moan as he bit down on her nipple.

“I’ve wanted you to myself for awhile now.” Glen whispered in her ear. “When I stay with you and Mark, I can hear you two in your room going at it, and I wish I was with you.” He began to thrust harder into her and she could feel her body began to tingle.

“Glen…” Emily moaned loudly. “Harder!” Glen gripped the back edge of the table and thrusted as hard as he could. Emily’s legs were wrapped around his waist and she was kissing him frantically. He felt her muscles tighten around his cock, which caused him to come. He laid his head on her chest and tried to catch his breath. Emily’s breathing was becoming regular so he stood up and helped her off the table.

“Even better without Mark.” Glen laughed slapping her on the ass as she walked to the showers. He followed her a few minutes later. Hunter stood outside the locker room and quietly shut the door. He turned to walk away with a smile on his face.

Chapter 33

Shelly

Mark and Syn were lounging in their locker when Emily and Glen came in a few hours later, dressed for their match.

“Hey there little one.” Mark said as she sat down next to him on the couch. When he saw her, he felt the guilt come over him. He didn’t want to do anything to hurt his wife, but there was something about Syn that he couldn’t resist. Emily smiled and avoided his eyes. Syn and Glen were sitting on the other couch talking quietly. “Did Glen show you some wrestling moves?”

“Ummm…yeah…a few.” Emily said glancing at Glen who smiled her way. “Did you help Syn?” Mark withdrew his arm from around her.

“Yeah…I showed her a few good ones.” Mark fidgeted with his bandana. We better get out there before Vince starts screaming for us.” He stood and then helped Emily up. “Let’s get out there.”

Glen and Emily went out first and stood in the ring while Kane’s pyro’s went off.

“That has always scared the shit out of me.” Emily laughed as they stood in the middle of the ring waiting for Taker and Syn. Rollin’ started and the crowd went wild. Emily and Taker rode out on his bike, which had been fixed earlier that day before they arrived at the arena. “Here we go.”

“You’ll do fine. Just remember what I showed you and always protect your head.” He said as Mark and Syn got in the ring. Syn walked toward Emily smiling.

“There is a sign out there that says, ‘Show us puppies’.” Syn nodded toward a guy in the first row with the sign. Emily glanced over and smiled. “Is that referring to last night?”

“Yep. That’s what they call ‘em.” Emily laughed as Glen drug her to their corner. “Who’s going first?” They were cut off by Hunter’s music starting. Everyone turned toward the ramp where he came out in a ref’s uniform. “What the fuck?” Mark and Hunter started screaming at each other as soon as Hunter got into the ring.

“You son of a bitch!” Mark yelled.

“Now, now Mark. Settle down. I’ll be fair.” Hunter said smiling. He looked at Emily and Syn and started laughing. “Look at the two sluts.” Syn started toward him and Emily pulled her back. “Try it Syn and you’ll see what power I have in this company.” He winked at the girls.

“Everyone to their corners.”

“Em, you and Syn are first.” Glen said as he climbed through the ropes. “Go get her, little one.” Emily looked toward Syn who was talking to Mark and nodding. She hesitantly walked to the middle of the ring as Syn did the same. Hunter stood off to the side with his arms crossed waiting for the girls to do something.

“What do we do?” Emily asked as the two women circled each other and pretended to look mad. The crowd had started a puppies chant. Syn reached for Emily’s hair and grabbed a handful, causing Emily to fall to her knees. “Let go of me Syn!” Syn laughed and Emily lunged at Syn causing her to fall. The girls started rolling around on the mat, pulling at each other’s hair.

“This isn’t a catfight!” Hunter yelled pulling the two of them apart. “I’d love to see you two go at it together again, but get to the wrestling!” Syn and Emily glared at the ref and then went at each other again. Emily had somehow gotten backed into Syn’s corner and she tagged in Mark. Mark grabbed Emily’s arm.

“Now I’m going to whip you into the other corner post. Act like it hurts, ok baby?” He whispered in her ear as he flung her to the other side of the ring. She hit the corner post with a thud, and felt the wind being knocked out of her. Glen leaned over the ropes and touched Emily then jumped in to go after Mark. Emily rolled out of the ring onto the floor and caught her breath before jumping onto the apron again.

“Nothing like seeing husband and wife fight each other.” Jim Ross said at the announce table. “And I wonder how Emily and Taker are handling having Hunter as the ref.”

“Who cares! Look at those puppies!” The King laughed. “I wonder if we’ll get to see them again tonight!”

Syn was tagged in again and Glen went after her, picking her up and holding her over his head like he was going to slam her down on the mat. Syn wiggled around and Mark jumped in and hit Glen in the stomach so he dropped Syn to the ground. They were all fighting in the ring, so Emily jumped in to, ignoring Hunter’s commands to get out.

“Get the fuck out of my face!” Mark yelled at Hunter as Hunter got in the middle of everyone and tried to pull Mark away from Glen and Syn. Hunter’s face turned red and he nailed Mark in the side of the head. The punch didn’t phase Mark and he picked Hunter up and choked slammed him to the ground. Emily, Syn and Glen stood watching Hunter whither on the mat.

“You’re in for an ass kicking!” Hunter said rolling out of the ring and motioning for the bell. “You’re ass is mine Taker!”

“I think you’re mistaken, bitch boy. You fucked with my wife and now I’m going to fuck with you. You’re time is coming!” Mark yelled over the ropes at Hunter. They watched Hunter walk up the ramp and then looked at each other in the ring.

“The winner of the match, due to disqualification, Kane and Emily!” Lillian Garcia announced from her seat. Syn and Emily were between the two men, trying not to laugh and to pull them apart. Kane’s music started and Glen picked Emily up and flung her over his shoulder and carried her backstage while Syn and Mark were left standing in ring.

Chapter 34

Shelly

Hunter sat on the bed in his hotel room and waited for the person on the other line to pick up the phone. After about six rings he finally heard a voice.

“I think you need to come see me.” He said once the person said hello. “It’s time.”

“Now why would I want to do that?” the woman asked, a laugh escaping from her lips. Hunter laughed along with her. “What’s in it for me, baby?”

“You know damn well what’s in it for you.” Hunter looked toward the door which he heard open. “A week full of nonstop fucking once I get this damn cast off.” Stephanie McMahon appeared next to the bed and she smiled at him before handing him an envelope. “Steph is here now. We’re going to discuss a few things. Are you going to come see me?” Hunter pulled out the photos and looked through them, then slid them back into the envelope before laying them on the nightstand beside the bed.

“When do you want me.” The woman laughed again. “Or should I say, how do you want me.”

“We’ll be in Chicago tomorrow morning. I’ll meet you at the airport. Call my cell when you land. We’re not too far from the airport.” Hunter’s eyes gazed over Stephanie who was tapping her foot impatiently. “I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.” He hung up and smiled at Stephanie. “C’mere baby.” He pulled her into him and kissed her fully on the lips.

“Who were you on the phone with?” She asked running her fingers through his hair as he kissed and sucked on her neck.

“An old friend.” Hunter whispered in her ear. “Someone that is going to help us.” Stephanie smiled and ran her hands along his shoulders and down over his bare chest.

“You’re not going to sleep with her are you?” She asked, pouting a little. Hunter looked away, causing Stephanie to grip his chin and force him to look at her. “I thought you were only sleeping with me.”

“I’m fucking you.” Hunter kissed her again, letting his tongue slip inside her mouth. She moaned and pressed herself against him. “Just like I’m going to do now.”

“I love how bad you are, Hunter.” Stephanie kissed her way down and bit on one of his nipples causing him to jump. He looked down at her and smiled as she unzipped his jeans. “Turn off the lights, baby. You’re going to get it good tonight.”

Chapter 35

Shelly

Mark and Emily walked into their hotel room in Chicago and threw their bags in one of the bedrooms. Mark had requested a suite with two rooms, so that they were all together. Syn had drug Glen into one of the stores across the street from the hotel to help her pick out a new outfit.

“What do you want to do, little one? We have a few hours before we have to go to the arena.” Mark asked making himself comfortable on the couch. He watched as she sat on the other end of the couch and looked out the window. “Something wrong, Emmy?”

“I have an odd feeling. I don’t know why, tho.” She glanced at him and then back out the window. “Something isn’t right.” Mark smiled and moved over toward her. Her ran his hand along her arm and kissed her shoulder.

“Explain what you’re feeling.” He pulled her up against him and she rested her head on his shoulder. “Do you feel ok?” She nodded. “Oh I thought maybe we’d be having a baby taker running around.” She laughed and looked up at him. “It was just a thought.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not pregnant.” Emily leaned up and kissed him. He laughed and kissed her back. “I just have a feeling that something is wrong.” A wave of guilt washed over Mark and he opened his mouth to tell her about Syn, but was interrupted. “Something is going to happen tonight. I can feel it.” He hugged her tightly. “But I don’t know what.”

Hunter’s cell phone rang at three fifteen and within twenty minutes he was at the airport.

“God, you look hot.” A woman said walking up to him. He smiled and hugged the woman tightly.

“You’re looking good yourself, baby.” Hunter said kissing her. “It’s been too long. Let’s get your stuff to my room.” She smiled and followed him to the baggage claim area.

Syn and Emily sat on a table in the hallway talking to Chris Jericho about the matches that were posted that night. For the first time, Emily and Syn would be going against Lita and the Kat instead of being teamed with Mark and Glen. Chris had offered to show them some moves and they were trying to decide on a time to meet him.

“How’d you get back here so fast, Em?” Jeff Hardy asked walking toward them. Emily looked at him, confused. “Did you sprint or something?”

“I’ve been sitting here for the last twenty minutes.” Emily laughed. “You must have thought it was me.” Jeff nodded and looked back toward where he had come from.

“Hey Rainbow Brite…” Syn said playing with a strand of Jeff’s hair. “I think you’re inhaling too much hair dye fumes.” Jeff rolled his eyes at Syn and threw a fake punch at her. Syn jumped off the table and started play fighting with him. “C’mon, afraid to hit a woman?”

“No.” Jeff laughed. Chris went to Syn’s “defense” while Emily watched while the three played in the hallway.

“What are they doing?” Glen asked walking up to Emily. He watched as Chris put his arms around Syn to pull her away from Jeff. Chris whispered something in Syn’s ear and she started laughing, then leaned back and whispered into his ear.

“Jeff started play fighting with Syn and Chris jumped in.” Emily said looking up at Glen who was glaring at Chris. “Where’s Mark?”

“He was talking to Vince.” Glen said turning and walking away. “I’ll see you later. We’re supposed to go work out with Rocky and Steve.” Emily jumped off the table and pulled Syn away from the guys.

“Let’s go practice.” Emily said. “C’mon Chris.”

Hunter and the woman sat in his locker room with Stephanie who was not pleased with the attention the other woman was getting from Hunter. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the two of them sitting side by side on the couch. The woman flipped through the pictures, a smile on her face.

“Nice photography.” She said pointing to a certain picture. “You caught the heat of the moment perfectly.” The woman looked up at Stephanie. “You did a good job.”

“Thanks. I always do a good job. Don’t I, baby?” Stephanie said to Hunter. Hunter smiled at her and the woman glared at Stephanie. “I’m Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley by the way. Hunter was rude and didn’t introduce us.”

“Melissa.” The woman said. “You didn’t tell me you were married, Hunter.” Stephanie smirked and watched Hunter.

“I’m not.” Hunter glared at Stephanie. “It’s our storyline.” Melissa smirked at Stephanie. “Now here’s the plan.” He began talking and Melissa smiled

Chapter 36

Shelly

Syn and Emily lost that night’s match to Lita and the Kat as planned. Mark and Glen met them in the hallway to discuss where they were going to eat, since they had already wrestled for the Heat taping.

“What sounds good, little one?” Mark asked as Emily stared down the hallway. “Em?” Emily never broke her stare as Mark shook her shoulder. Syn followed Emily’s stare and her mouth dropped open. “What in the hell is the problem with you two?”

“Melissa.” Emily finally said as she took off down the hallway.

“Who’s Melissa?” Mark and Glen asked at the same time.

Emily ran to where the Melissa was standing with Hunter.

“Why the fuck are you here?” Emily hissed. “How’d you find me?”

“You’re not hard to find, baby sister.” Melissa said smiling at her twin sister. “Hunter called me up and told me you had gotten married. That’s not very nice of you not to invite me.”

“I didn’t invite you because I can’t stand you.” Emily’s face was turning red as she glared at the two of them. Hunter smiled. “And you, you asshole, you did this. You knew I didn’t want to see her and you called her!”

“Don’t blame Hunter.” Melissa said. “He wanted to see me.”

“He just wanted fucked, Melissa.” Emily said, her voice raising. “And if he’s not getting it from me, why not get it from my twin? That way he can pretend he’s fucking me.” Hunter laughed and looked behind Emily at Mark, Glen and Syn who had appeared.

“Mmm…Emily…you picked a nice husband.” Melissa said looking Mark up and down. “You didn’t tell me she married a biker, Hunter.” Mark put a protective arm around Emily. “Why hello Syn. I see your ass is still hanging around my trampy sister.”

“Fuck off Melissa.” Syn glared. “What the hell you hanging around that loser for? Catching Emily’s throw-a-ways?”

“Syn.” Glen said trying to hush her. Syn held her hand up to him and he didn’t say another word. Syn moved in front of Emily to get in Melissa’s face.

“I think you better leave.” Syn pushing Melissa. “Or I’ll have to kick your ass for all the shit you’ve caused both Emily and I.” Melissa laughed and looked at Syn’s outfit.

“You a hooker now, Syn? You always had that slutty way of dressing.” She smiled and looked at Emily who was dressed the same. “I see you’ve rubbed off on Emmy too.”

“Don’t call me that.” Emily hissed. She pulled away from Mark and joined Syn. “What do you want?”

“Just spending a week with my boyfriend, little sis.” Hunter put his arm around Melissa. “I don’t know why you’d want to get rid of him. But since, he’s fair game….pardon the pun….I’ve got him and I’m not letting go.” Hunter leaned down and kissed Melissa, making Emily want to throw up. “And I’m staying for awhile. So I’m sure you’ll see me around.”

“C’mon honey. Let’s go to the hotel.” Hunter said smiling at everyone as he took Melissa’s hand and led her away from the group. Melissa looked over her shoulder and smiled at Emily.

Chapter 37

Patsy

Glen lay on the bed, watching Syn walk across their room. She looked extremely self-satisfied. "What are you smiling about?" he asked her, as she came to a stop by the bed.

"I don't know. Maybe the fact that I'll finally get to kill that stupid whore Melissa," Syn said, pulling her shirt over her head.

"What did she do to you?" Glen asked, looking at her breasts. Syn smiled down at him, then unzipped her pants and pushed them off her hips.

"I think I'll leave story hour to Emily. Talking about that shit will only ruin my mood," Syn lay down next to him on the bed, then rolled to face him. She ran her hand over his chest, then under the blanket, stroking him softly with one finger.

Glen was looking at her thoughtfully. "Sure you don't want to see if Chris wants to join us?" Syn laughed, then pushed the blanket off his body.

"Are you going to get all jealous on me? He's just teaching us some moves, Crispy. And how bout you?" Syn smiled, then straddled his legs.

"I'd rather have you to myself, I think," Glen grinned at her. Syn leaned forward, and ran her tongue over his cock, making him suck in his breath. She pulled him into her mouth, gently sucking on him.

Glen grabbed her arms, and pulled her up so she was lying on top of him. He brought his lips against her, pushing his tongue inside her mouth. She finally pulled back to catch her breath.

Syn sat up, straddling his stomach, and Glen ran his hands up her sides to cup her breasts. His fingers teased her nipples, and Syn arched her back against his hands. She looked down at him and grinned. "What is it about you, Crispy, that turns me on so damn much?"

"My winning personality," Glen said, smiling, then pulled her down to suck on her nipples, moving his tongue across the hard peaks.

"Mmm, maybe," Syn moaned as his teeth grazed her nipple. She slid her body down until his cock was pushing against her clit, then moved her hips, grinding him against her. Glen grabbed her waist and held Syn still, then pushed inside her, moving slowly.

Syn started rocking back and forth against him. Glen lay back, his hands resting lightly on her hips, watching her move but not moving himself. Syn smiled down at him, then started moving her hips a little faster. Glen moved against her, then sat up and flipped them over.

His head came down and Glen caught her nipple in his mouth again, as he moved slowly in and out of her. Syn was moaning, and suddenly grabbed his hair as an orgasm wracked her body. Glen held himself still until she stopped thrashing under him, then resumed his slow pace, still suckling on her breasts.

Syn wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. Glen started moving faster against her, then tensed up as he came, feeling Syn dig her nails into his back. He rolled off her, then pulled her against his body.

They were quiet for a few minutes, Glen gently stroking her side. "Well," Syn said finally. "That was definitely different." She raised up on one elbow. "What's the matter, Crispy? Getting tired of the pace I set?"

Glen laughed. "Nope. Just felt like taking it slow." Syn watched him, and she could tell by looking at him that something was bothering him.

"What's wrong?" Syn asked, tracing circular patterns on his chest with her fingers.

"I don't know. Nothing," Glen said, catching her hand in his and holding it against his chest. "But can I ask you something?"

"Shoot," Syn said, raising up on one elbow. She didn't like the serious sound of his voice.

Glen looked up at her. "Would you say we're in a boyfriend/girlfriend situation?" He sounded nervous, and Syn bit back a smile. "I mean, the guys are all bugging me, and I don't know what to tell them. I just ignore them. But I'd like to know where we stand."

Syn sighed. "We're together now, so that's all that matters, Crispy." Glen knew she was evading his question, and got angry.

"What, do you want to keep your options open? Maybe so Chris can 'show you some moves'?" He said the last in a mocking voice, not even trying to hide his anger.

Syn sat up and looked down at him. "Jeez, Glen. Chris is just showing me some wrestling stuff. That's it."

"Right. I could teach you how to wrestle, you know," Glen said, sitting up and swinging his legs off the side of the bed.

"Crispy, every time you try, we end up wrestling around naked on the bed. I really want to learn how to do this," Syn said, touching his back. He pulled away from her hand.

"Well, let me know what Chris 'teaches' you. It sounds fucking fascinating," Glen grabbed his clothes from the chair by the bed, slipped his pants on, then slammed out the door, leaving Syn staring across the empty room.

Chapter 38

Shelly

Emily rested her head on the back of the tub as she soaked. She tried to push the thoughts of Melissa out of her head, but she couldn’t. It had been almost two years since she had seen her sister and they had not been on good terms. Syn had all but killed Melissa after the accident, which left Syn’s brother Jack paralyzed. The water started to get cold, so Emily got out and dried off, then slipped on her nightshirt and went into the bedroom where Mark was laying on the bed reading the newspaper. Mark looked up and smiled.

“Well this is a first.” Mark said as Emily got under the covers and turned away from him. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you where anything to bed the entire time we’ve been married.”

Emily said nothing and Mark moved closer to her. His long red hair fell over her shoulders and he licked around her ear. Emily pushed his hair away.

“Mark, stop.” Emily rolling further away from him. “I’m not in the mood. Mark propped himself up on his arm and pulled Emily toward him. He could tell that she was troubled over something.

“What’s wrong, little one.” Mark brushed the hair out of Emily’s eyes. Emily looked at him and shook her head. “Fine. Tell me when you’re ready.” He started reading the paper again and waited for Emily to talk. “I never told you I had a twin.” Emily said about ten minutes later. Mark threw the paper on the floor and rolled on his side and drew Emily toward him. “After what she did, I don’t want to think of her as my sister.” She glanced at Mark who was watching her.

“I was in shock when I saw her. You two are obviously identical.” Mark chuckled and Emily glared at him. “What did she do to piss you off?” Emily looked away. “C’mon Em. I’m here to listen.” Emily sighed and took a deep breath.

“It started our senior year in high school. I was into my cheerleading with Syn and Melissa was more of a loaner. She hung out with a totally different crowd. The same crowd that Jack hung out with…” Emily’s voice trailed off. Mark stroked Emily’s hand, waiting patiently for her to continue. “Hunter had been gone for about a year and I didn’t think I was going to see him again. Jack and I were seeing each other off and on and Melissa pretended to be me one night while Syn and I were late coming home from a game. She took him to some party and they got drunk and she took him home and hit another car. He was thrown from the car and he’s in a wheelchair now. She even told the cops that she was me.”

“What happened then?” Mark asked softly.

“Well…Syn’s parents sued my parents and Melissa took off with one of her boyfriend’s to the west coast. And I never saw her until now.” A tears trickled down Emily’s cheek as she spoke. “Jack broke up with me once he was home. He said he couldn’t have me in his life anymore. He thought I had set him up. Syn stood by me though and I love her for that. Syn’s more of a sister to me than Melissa.” She closed her eyes and brushed away the tears. “When Hunter came back, supposedly wanting me back, I was stupid and did it. I wanted to get away from everything that had happened. I thought I loved Hunter, but I didn’t.”

“It’s ok Em. It’s over now. We’ll deal with Melissa being here.” Mark pulled Emily against him.

“She just fucking pisses me off.” Emily sat up and got out of bed. “What the fuck is she doing with Hunter?” Mark sat up and looked at Emily, surprised how her mood changed so quickly. “Does she have to do everything I do? She had to go make Hunter her boyfriend?”

“Are you jealous?”

“Jealous? No.” Emily said turned away from the bed and stared at the wall. “Hurt, yes. She had to hurt me again and she did. What kind of sister starts seeing an ex-boyfriend of another sister?”

“I don’t know Em.” Mark leaned against the headboard, watching her. A door slammed out in the sitting area, causing both Emily and Mark to look at each other. A moment later there was a knock on the door. “Come in.”

“Hey Em.” Glen said coming in the room. “Mark let’s go grab a drink if you two aren’t busy.” Emily shook her head and pushed past Glen.

“Sounds good. I think I need one.” Mark sighed. “I’ll see you out there in a minute.” Glen nodded and headed in the direction that Emily went in.

Chapter 39

Patsy

Hunter finally got rid of Stephanie, promising to stop by her room later. He told her he needed to rest his arm, still in the cast, and she'd immediately gotten out of his face. He was getting tired of her hanging all over him.

Hunter turned and smiled at Melissa, who was standing in the doorway of the bathroom. "Good riddance," she said, smiling back at him. "I thought she was never going to leave. Why is she acting all bad? She's a regular little goody two shoes." She walked over to him. "I don't understand what the hell you're doing with her."

Hunter untied her robe, pushing it open. "Another step in the ladder, babe. She's the bosses daughter, so I get away with anything." He kissed her neck, pushing the robe off her shoulders.

"Mmm. Then why this damn obsession with my uptight sis and her whore friend? Seems to me you should be happy," Melissa said, grabbing his hair and yanking his head back. Hunter looked at her with glazed eyes.

"Those bitches tried to humiliate me. It backfired on them. You know, I was going to let the whole thing go," Hunter said, as Melissa pushed him down onto the bed. "But...shit happens..." He wasn't going to tell Melissa about the night he'd gotten drunk and forced himself on Emily.

"Well, at any rate..." Melissa stood over him, looking at him critically. "With that arm in a cast, we can't get too freaky. Hmm."

Melissa quickly took his clothes off, then pushed him to the top of the bed. "Now tell me," she said, running a long fingernail over his cock. "Which position does Emily like the best?" Hunter frowned at her, but Melissa laughed. "Because I'm going to show you the right way to do it."

Before he could answer her, Melissa was straddling him, pushing his body down onto the bed. Her lips came down on his, and she forced her tongue into his mouth. Her hands moved over his chest, her nails digging into his skin.

"Damn, woman, slow down," Hunter said, pulling his mouth away from hers.

Melissa laughed, a sound that was almost scary. "Baby, I don't slow down for anybody. Now shut the hell up and fuck me."

Hunter couldn't do anything but agree. Ever since they'd gotten together, it had been like this. Melissa was Emily's exact opposite in the sex department. She guided him inside her, then pressed herself down against him. Abruptly she sat up, then took good arm and guided his fingers to her clit. Hunter stroked her, as she moved against his cock, until she tightened up and cried out.

When her muscles relaxed, she rolled off of him, and Hunter tried to follow her, to finish what she had started. Laughing, Melissa pushed him away, then stood up and grabbed her robe from the floor. "If you want to relieve yourself, sweetness, go see daddy's little girl. I have things to take care of." Groaning in frustration, Hunter watched Melissa go back into the bathroom.

Sighing, he pulled his clothes back on. Much as he hated to do it, he was going to have to visit Steph tonight. It was either that or go crazy. As he let himself out of the room, he heard the shower kick on, and Melissa's voice as she sang. Grinning, he shut the door, and walked down the hall.

Chapter 40

Shelly

Glen and Mark went to a bar across the street from the hotel. It was almost one in the morning and the place was nearly empty. The bartender gave them their beers and talked to them about wrestling for a few minutes before letting them wander toward the pool table in the corner.

“I need to talk to you about Syn.” Glen said racking the balls. Mark tried to act normal, wondering if he was about to get reamed at for screwing Syn. “I think she’s screwing around with Chris.”

“Benoit?” Mark laughed. Glen shook his head. “Jericho?” Glen didn’t say anything and watched Mark’s reaction. “I don’t think so.”

“You didn’t see them this afternoon. I’m sure he taught her some moves.” Glen broke and attempted to run the table. “She’s not telling me whether we’re dating or just screwing.”

“Does it matter?” Mark took a drink of his beer and leaned against the wall. Glen looked at him. “Well?”

“There’s something about Syn. I don’t know what it is though.” Glen set the pool stick down. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a relationship with a woman.” Mark nodded. “Hell, it had been close to a year when I slept with Emily.” Mark smiled remembering the first time they had done that. “And with Syn it’s amazing.”

“I know.” Mark said. Glen shot a look at him.

“What do you mean you know?” Glen moved toward Mark. “When did you sleep with her?” Glen stopped and thought a minute. He had no reason to be upset. He had slept with Emily. “Did you sleep with her?”

“Yeah I did.” Mark let out a sigh. “Yesterday in the locker room.” He felt better finally telling someone, even if it wasn’t Emily. He still felt somewhat guilty.

“I have something to tell you.” Glen leaned against the wall next to Mark. Mark looked at him. “I slept with Emily yesterday too.”

Mark chuckled and looked at Glen who was smiling. “I guess we’re even.” Glen nodded. “I have to tell you. Syn is absolutely incredible. Emily is getting aggressive, but not like that.” Glen nodded.

“There is something innocent about Emmy though.” Glen said smiling. “Everything seems to be new to her still. And I don’t see how since she’s been married to you.” Mark grinned. “Let’s not tell the girls we know. Or let them find out. I’m sure they’d be pissed.”

“No problem, bro.” Mark downed his beer and motioned the waitress over. They ordered another beer. “Now what’s going on with Syn?”

“This thing with Chris. And how she won’t tell me what’s going on with us.”

“Well…I doubt there is anything going on with Chris…especially since he’s married.”

“You’re married.” Glen raised an eyebrow at Mark.

“Yeah well….that was different.” Mark looked away. “We started fooling around when she came out to visit Emmy after we got married.” Glen’s eyes widened. “We didn’t have sex, but we did a lot of other things.”

“Where was Em?”

“Asleep upstairs.” Mark said quietly. “Anyway…Syn and Emily are going to have a tough time in the next few days with Melissa being her. Em told me the whole story.”

“What story? Did you know she had a twin?”

“No I didn’t. Let’s grab another beer and I’ll tell you what happened.” Glen nodded and they moved to the bar where Mark told Glen the story behind Melissa.

Chapter 41

Patsy

Melissa left her room, adjusting her shirt. God, she hated pretending to be Emily. She was wearing an old pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and had left her face bare of make-up. She reminded herself to smile and nod at all the wrestlers she passed in the hallway, feeling like throwing up every time one of them called her 'Em'. She stopped in front of room 214 and knocked. In a few minutes, a sleepy voice told her to 'come on in', so Melissa opened the door and stepped inside.

Jeff Hardy lay on his bed, his arm across his eyes. He looked at her as she walked across the room. "Hey, Emily. What are you doing wandering around?"

"I couldn't sleep. I thought you might want some company. I know your brother is out somewhere." Melissa smiled down at him, then sat on the edge of the bed. This Jeff guy was kinda cute, so messing with him wasn't going to be much of a hardship.

"Yeah, he went to visit a friend of his in town. So, what do you want, Em? I haven't seen Taker tonight," Jeff sat up, yawning.

"I wasn't looking for Mark. I was looking for you," Melissa said, reaching out and touching his bare chest. Jeff's eye's widened.

"Umm, why?" He said, staring at her in shock. He thought Emily was hot, but he wasn't about to step on Taker's toes. Jeff didn't have a death wish.

Melissa leaned close to him, her lips almost touching his. "I've been watching you, Jeff. Mark won't mind if we experiment a little. And what he doesn't know won't hurt him."

Jeff pulled away, staring at her in shock. It was damn tempting, but he wasn't about to go for it. Something strange was happening, and he didn't like it.

"Well, Emily...umm....I don't think it's a good idea," Jeff said, taking her arm and pulling her to her feet. "I'm not gonna say anything to Mark about this, because I don't want to get my ass kicked. Let's just pretend you were never here."

He guided her to the door and opened it. Melissa grabbed his face and kissed him forcefully. "Are you sure? I won't tell either," she said seductively.

Jeff almost swayed, then shook his head. "It's not right. Sorry, Em."

Melissa strained to keep from laughing as she walked back to her room. Not quite what she had planned, but maybe even better. Emily's little goody-goody act was going to be undermined. And Melissa had no doubt that Jeff would end up telling Mark that his wife had made a pass at him. According to Hunter, Jeff wouldn't be able to sleep at night holding in a secret like that.

Chapter 42

Patsy

After a week of arguing with Glen, Syn was about ready to explode. She had been rooming with Mark and Emily just to keep away from Glen. She had no idea why Glen would continue to accuse of her sleeping with Chris Jericho.

Syn wandered through the hallway of the arena in Chicago, fuming after another round of arguing with Glen. She ran smack into Vince who was coming out of his office.

"Watch where you're going." She snapped at him. "People around here have no

freakin' respect for anyone else, but themselves!" She looked at Vince. "I have a bone to pick with you." Vince opened his mouth to talk and Syn cut him off. "Your bitchy daughter is making our lives hell. She's running around here like she's the shit and I'm sick of it. I will be damned if I'm told what to wear, how to do my hair and all that other shit! And Hunter is another story! He's harassing Emily and I and I'm about ready to literally beat the shit out of him!"

"Calm down, Syn. We can take care of this." Vince reassured her. Syn's eyes narrowed and she grew even madder than before.

"I'm not going to fucking calm down! I'm sick of this and so is Emily! Either you do something or I'm going to kill Hunter!" Syn yelled storming off down the hallway leaving Vince staring at her.

Syn was in the gym, hitting a punching bag with all her might, trying to work out some of her anger, when Vince found her. She looked at him, then slammed the bag with a closed fist, making it shake.

"Syn, nobody knows more than I do about Hunter and Stephanie. But you have a contract to live up to. Don't do something stupid and make me have to take action against you," Vince said, his voice low and soothing.

"Don't fucking talk to me like you're running for office, Vince. And I could give a rat's ass about your contract. This is total bullshit," Syn said, her voice calm. But when she turned to look at Vince, he took a step back.

"OK, what do you want then?" Vince said, cutting to the chase.

"How about some time away from this hell? Working around prick-boy and the ice princess is making my stress level reach its outer limit," Syn said, taking another punch at the bag.

Vince sighed. "I don't know about that, Syn. Contractually, you have to work another few weeks before I can sanction you some time off."

Syn turned on him again. "Did you not fucking hear me? Turn your bell-tone up a notch. I'm gonna say it slow, so you don't fucking misunderstand me. I DON'T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT ABOUT ANY GOD DAMN CONTRACT."

Syn slammed her fist into the bag again, and then stalked off.

Chapter 43

Shelly

Vince called Emily, Syn, Mark and Glen into his office the following day. Syn and Glen glared at each other and stood on opposite sides of the room.

"In the interest of fairness, I've decided to give all four of you the next week off." Vince said looking directly at Syn. "You all have been taken off the roster for tonight." Emily and Syn looked at each other and smiled. They hoped that Melissa would be gone by the time they returned. "I'll see you all in a week."

Emily and Syn threw their bags in the living room and each collapsed on a couch once they had returned to Mark and Emily's house. Glen and Syn argued the entire plane ride and Emily was ready to strangle both of them.

"I'm not sleeping on the couch!" Syn yelled as Glen headed upstairs. "You're ass is on the couch!"

"Quit it, Syn." Emily groaned covering her head with a pillow. "We have another spare room down the hall. You just have to clear the boxes off the bed." Mark came into the room and sat at the end of the couch, massaging Emily's feet.

"Glen and I are headed out on the bikes. We'll be back tomorrow evening."Mark looked at Emily and she rolled her eyes. "I'll give you two time to rest."

"Leave that asshole out in the desert." Syn rolled to face the back of the couch.

"I heard that, Syn." Glen came into the living room with a backpack over his shoulder. "Don't act like I'm not in the room."

"You two quit the fucking fighting!" Emily yelled jumping off the couch. "God!" She went into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. Mark and Glen left twenty minutes later, with the roar of the bikes going down the gravel drive way.

Chapter 44

Shelly

Emily and Syn sat up talking until close to four in the morning that night, discussing the situation between Glen and Syn. Emily finally had to go to bed and was out as soon as her head hit the pillow. Syn was able to sleep for a few hours, but was up by nine. She was sitting on the front porch reading the newspaper when the mailman drove up to the mailbox. Once he had left, she jogged down to the mailbox and got the mail for Emily.

"What the hell?" Syn said looking at an envelope that was addressed to her as she set the mail on the counter in the kitchen. She noticed that there was no return address as she opened the envelope. Inside she found three pictures of Glen and Emily going at it on a table in a locker room. Syn felt her face grow hot and she was suddenly angry. She stormed upstairs and into Emily's room where Emily was still asleep. "Wake up you bitch!"

"Let me sleep, Syn." Emily mumbled rolling onto her stomach. Syn yanked the blanket off Emily. "Syn!" Syn threw the pictures at Emily and glared at her.

"You slut!" Syn hissed at Emily as she picked up the photos. Emily's face drained of color as she saw pictures of the romp with Glen the other day. "You slept with him?"

"Syn, I'm sorry. I should have told you!" Emily stuttered. Syn eyed Emily for a minute, then grabbed one of the photos from the bed. She shook her head as she looked at it. "I'm not even mad at you...why am I yelling at you?" Syn had tears standing in her eyes. "I'm sorry I called you a slut, Emily."

"Syn..." Emily knew that Syn suddenly calming down meant trouble.

"It's OK. I should appologize now too, I suppose. I guess I'm getting what I deserve," Syn tossed the picture back onto the bed.

"What are you talking about?" Emily asked, trying to read Syn's expression. "Syn..."

"I'm sure you'll find out soon enough, Emmy," Syn started walking toward the door, but stopped and looked back at Emily. She laughed shakily and gestured at the pictures. "I guess those'll knock Mr. Monogamy off his high horse, huh?" Before Emily could answer her, Syn left the room, shutting the door behind her

Chapter 45

Shelly

Mark and Glen got back late that afternoon, both of them looking happier than they had been in a week. Glen went upstairs to put his bag away while Mark sat on the couch next to Emily. He leaned down to kiss her hello, but stopped when he got a look at the expression on her face.

"What's wrong, little one? Something happen?" Mark looked into her eyes, seeing that she'd been crying.

Before she could answer him, Glen came bounding down the stairs. "Where's Syn? All her stuff is gone." For the first time in a week, instead of sounding pissed off, Glen sounded worried.

Emily sighed. "She took off this morning. We had a fight. Well, kind of a fight." She reached for the envelope on the coffee table. "Syn got these in the mail this morning." She handed the envelope to Glen.

He opened it and the color dropped from his face. "Oh shit," Glen said, closing his eyes. He had meant to tell Syn about sleeping with Emily, but the opportunity had never presented itself. He'd been to busy worrying about Syn's activities with Jericho.

Mark took the envelope and looked at the pictures, a frown on his face. "She was pissed of enough about this to leave?" Mark looked down at Emily, who shrugged. He immediately felt guilty about what he was about to tell her. Syn had no right to be mad at Em and Glen when she and Mark had done the same thing. "Emily, the same day this happened...Syn and I..."

Emily stared at him, and couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry. "I kind of figured that out on my own. I mean, ah hell...I don't know." Then she did laugh.

"I don't see what's so funny," Glen said, grabbing the envelope with the pictures. "Syn did the same damn thing that we did, so why did she leave?"

"I don't think she left because of that," Emily said, looking from one man to the other. "She's more mad at herself than she is at anybody else. She's probably holed up somewhere, drinking, hating herself."

"Why would she hate herself? I'm the one who's been acting like an asshole, treating her like shit," Glen said, looking like he was going to cry.

Emily laughed again. "Because, you big dummy. She's in love with you." Glen's eyebrows went up, and Emily rolled her eyes at him. "If she were here, she'd deny the hell out of it, but I know the signs. Trust me. If she didn't love you, she wouldn't have taken off. She'd have beat the hell out of us both with a baseball bat."

Chapter 46

Patsy

Their week was almost up, and none of them had heard from Syn. Emily knew she'd eventually show up, but it was killing her to watch Glen mope around the house.

Emily got her own little bit of mail the day after Syn left. She opened the envelope to see pictures of Mark and Syn on the floor of the locker room. She barely glanced at the photos before stowing them in a kitchen drawer. She didn't want Glen to see them; it would just add insult to injury. Besides that, he already knew about it, and didn't seem to care.

Mark got tired of watching Glen pace around the house, so he talked Emily into taking him to town to see a movie. He was going to work on his bike, and relax in the quiet of the house while they were gone.

He was about to head to the garage when the phone rang. He grabbed the phone and said, "Hello?" hoping it was Syn. Although she wouldn't say so, Emily was worried sick over her.

"Hi, Taker?" it was a man's voice, and it took Mark a second to place it.

"Jeff? What's up?" Mark was confused as to why Jeff would be calling him. They didn't speak much on the road.

"Well, umm...I don't know where to start..." Jeff stuttered, sounding like he was afraid Mark was going to reach through the phone and strangle him.

"How bout the beginning?" Mark said, laughing. He couldn't figure out why Jeff was calling him.

Jeff sighed. "Look, it's about Emily."

"What about her?" Mark asked, then waited for Jeff to pull himself together enough to speak.

"OK, look, I know how crazy this is going to sound. Last week, Emily made a pass at me," Jeff ran his words together, rushing to say them before the urge to forget the whole thing could pass. Jeff had decided he wasn't going to tell Taker anything, but when Matt had come back later that night, Jeff broke down. Matt and his friend had been out clubbing and had seen Emily at one of the bars, rubbing herself all over one of the other guys. She'd come on to Matt, too, but Jeff's big brother had taken it as a joke.

It was obvious to Jeff that something weird was going on, and he was eaten up with worry over Em's behavior. When Mark didn't say anything, Jeff sighed into the phone. "Look, I know it's none of my business, but she's been acting kind of weird lately."

"Has she?" Mark's voice was deceptively calm. "And when she made her 'pass' at you, what did you do?"

Jeff immediately answered, "Nothing, I swear. I didn't touch her, Taker. But.." Jeff trailed off, not sure if he should say anything else. He could imagine his funeral in the back of his mind.

"But what? You called to say something, so spit it out," Mark said, gripping the phone in his hand.

"She was making out with one of the guys at a bar later that night. I don't know who it was, I heard about it second hand. But she's been acting weird, like I said, and I was worried about her," Jeff said, then waited.

Mark was quiet for a few minutes. "Thanks for calling and telling me, Jeff. Don't worry, I'm not gonna kill you." Jeff laughed shakily, but Mark didn't even smile. "You're sure it was Emily?" Mark didn't know if Jeff knew that Emily had a twin sister.

"Positive. I'm really sorry, Taker." Jeff hung up the phone and sighed with relief. That was a huge weight off his chest.

Mark held the phone for a few minutes, lost in thought. Finally he slammed it down and went outside to fix his bike, trying to clear his mind of thoughts of Emily and some unknown man making out in a bar.

Chapter 47

Shelly

Mark watched Emily’s car pull into the driveway and he glared at the approaching car. He went back to working on his bike as the two climbed out of the car laughing.

“Honey…there is something wrong with my car. Will you be able…” Emily stopped dead in her tracks. Mark stood up and cast her an icy glare. Glen sensed something was about to happen, so he went inside to start dinner. “What’s wrong?”

“Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong.” Mark turned his back on her and walked to the table and picked up a wrench. Emily went toward him and put her hand on his back. “Don’t touch me.” Emily pulled her hand away and stared at him. “I got a nice phone call today.” Emily raised an eyebrow at him. Mark turned around and looked at her. “You took advantage of me.”

“What are you talking about?” Emily asked confused. She watched Mark move through the garage before finally settling in front of his bike again.

“Jeff told me how you hit on him and then Matt saw you hanging all over some of the other guys at a bar later that night. How could you do that Emily? I told you it was ok with Glen and Glen only! Not the whole fucking company! Do you know what this makes me look like?”

“A complete ass because you know it wasn’t me! It was probably Melissa! I’ve always been around you or Syn!” Emily said through clenched teeth. “You know damn well that Melissa is still around.” Mark laughed and shook his head. “What?”

“Melissa left the day after we did to go back home.” Mark said avoiding Emily’s eyes. “I called Stephanie to find out. Hunter was on his way out to Melissa’s this weekend.” Emily sh